That Is A Really Fucking Cool Awsome Dress!

Oktober 4

Stitches

(Part 1)Pj Red paint

(This is a headcanon)

Ink kids are created through Ink’s magic mixing with other energies. So, if Ink is using a viral at the moment, it should affect the Kid.

When PJ was made, Ink was fighting Error. Most likely, he was using the Red viral—Anger. That would mean PJ was created with anger deeply woven into his magic. The result? PJ lashes out easily. He has no patience. He explodes without warning.

*The Angsty Part*

He’s still just a kid. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone. He doesn't understand why he’s always angry. There’s no clear reason, no explanation—just this pressure inside him that pushes him to snap and throw fists.

He gets into fights often. The smallest things set him off. Call him weird? You’ll regret it. Say his brother’s a nerd? Goodnight. Even something as harmless as a cough could push him over the edge.Afterward, he’s scared.

What did I do? Why did I do that? Why can’t I just let things go? He doesn’t know why he is the way he is. There’s no reason—right?

He tries to ignore it. He tries to stay calm. But inside, it’s a constant battle—one he doesn’t understand. And it feels like no one else is fighting the same war.He stares in the MirrorHe snaps. He punches the mirror. It shatters. He cries. His hand bleeds.He doesn’t care.

He just wants this feeling to stop.

He So did actuly had him (and Killer) in there at first but then i wanted it to be just between the brothers :)

Brother

)just a silly littel idear that had to leave my head(

No one was sure what had triggered the fight. Between Dream and Nightmare any attempts to stop them were hopeless. It was already too late. The feelings they had long buried bubbled to the surface. All the emotions they had swallowed down to keep the fragile peace finally broke free.The multiverse held its breath as the battle unfolded a clash that could easily throw everything back into another devastating war.

Nightmare blamed Dream for everything, for not seeing his pain back then, for not stepping up when he needed him, for not stopping the villagers. In Nightmare's world Dream had turned a blind eye to his suffering, leaving him completely alone.

Dream, on the other hand, argued that they had only been eight years old. He hadn’t seen Nightmare’s pain, he hadn’t realized what was happening — but that wasn’t his fault. Nightmare could have said something, could have voiced his worries instead of shutting himself off more and more.

Dream insisted that he, too, was a victim. He pleaded, telling Nightmare how difficult it had been to wake up from his stone prison, only to find everyone he had known was dead

His friends.

The Tree.

Their Mother.

And then, to see Nightmare, his own brother, turned into a monster, trying to kill him...

He had still been just eight years old. He had been so, so alone.

Nightmare lashed out, his tentacles sharpening and twisting violently.Dream complaining to veen alone he had no idea what it ment to be alone Nightmare had been truly alone for five hundred years, awake through it all, with no one.

But Dream cut him off sharply.

"We were both alone,"

Nightmare flinched. He was too angry to truly accept those words, but he couldn’t find anything to throw back at Dream either.

And thats why Dream kept going, his voice trembling with pain:

"I was forced to grow up fast — to balance you out but so were you. Suddenly, I had to fight the only family I had left but so did you. I had to navigate a strange and confusing world... all by myself but so did you."

There was a long, heavy silence between them. Then, Dream whispered, almost too softly to hear:

"I don’t want to fight with you anymore im so tiered. But... it’s clear we both hurt each other. I just wanted my brother back i just want to be things like they were ."

Nightmare’s expression darkened. His voice was low, bitter:

"I'm not that brother anymore and you cant change me things can not be the same ever again"

Dream sighed, tears finally slipping down his cheeks and falling to the ground. He gave a small, broken nod before turning and running away, unable to stay any longer.Nightmare, left alone, lashed out against everything in his field of vision his anger and sorrow exploding outward in a storm of darkness.

And they made up again neither Nightmare nor Dream would be the same but with a lot of work they could be something new

Branching out

A begrudging Happy Valentine's to you all! Stay safe out there, my fellow aromantics ...

Could you draw Lust gossiping with Fell?

They’re having a self care night!!

someone probably did this already, idc

Oktober 3 Oversized prop

Its an Chestnut as an Chair

Hero Generation 5

Fathers love

Error does not know who he was, nor does he care who he was. Now, he’s Error—the opposite of Ink. He’s the vessel Faith uses to bring Destruction into the multiverse. He doesn’t need to be more. He doesn’t want to be more.

After the fight with Ink, Error realizes he lost his glasses. Annoyed, he teleports back to the battlefield.At first, he's almost content with the empty, broken space.

That’s when he’s faced with it.

The creature.

The worst possibility. The glitch in his code spasms wildly, his entire being trembles beneath the realization of something so wrong, so unnatural to him.

And the little skeleton only giggles, looking up at his Father.

Error, the enforcer of Destruction, the core opposite of Creation... created life.

How ironic. He had to laugh so hard that it hurts.

Error was usual slow, But now only a few seconds pass before the kid is tangled over a deep black abyss, tied in blue strings. One action one little movement... would seal the fate of the young one.

But Error stays frozen in place… until he realizes he can’t bring himself to do it.

Something deep inside him won’t let him.

A part he lost long ago.

Funny how things come back to you.

He lets the kid fall. Not to Its death, but into his arms.The strings that held him up fall to the ground.Error acts fast. He did not think much—he already made up his mind.Before Ink can return, he and the little one would be gone.

Error didn’t need to be more than a Destroyer.He didn’t want to be more.Still, he is now more then he ever thought

(Story now has a name yippy : )

Horror: *lifting weights*

Ink: Wow… They’re so intense!

Dream: I wonder what drives them.

Horror, internally: Oh I am going to be SO good at giving hugs.