Eeeeee If You Are Comfortable With That Some HorrorError Fluff For The Art Request?

Ink.. buddy... you may want to correct your posture to fix that statement.........../silly

Shrimp

That is a really fucking Cool awsome dress!

Are your requests open?

If so... Could you draw Error in a dress and what's Ink reaction to it?

If no it's fine!

Btw, your art style is adorable and so... Funky? (Sor6fir the bad english and probably me saying stuff that doesn't make sense) but it's cute, fluffy and also funky, remember me like cartoon Network series a little but not the do crazy ones, I think you get it-

:DD alr Ima finnish the reqs sitting in my inbox. I’ll open reqs if I finish them all

Ink - Comyet

Error - CrayonQueen

I have two questions about the UTMV Fusion post. I saw the answer about how Ink, Error, Nightmare, and Dream feel about Fusion, but I would like to know:

How does Cross feel when he’s fused or after they fuse?Also, does Nightmare’s gang exist in this? And do they know about Nightmare’s ability?

(Love the designs espacialy the Cross/Dream Fusion)

Y’all are certainly cooking with the questions !! And thank you, I’m glad you like my designs :]!

Long post ahead !

How does Cross feel when he’s fused / during the soul-fuse ?

Cross, like most in and outcodes was not even aware it was a thing. Ink and Error were the only example before the twins and they figured it out later on.

A very cool person ( @jupiter-on-the-compupiter !! ) had mentioned in the tags that it could be because they’re part of the balance, they represent something important to the multiverse. I snatched that idea because it was just so good..

So, Cross had no darn clue. When it first happened, it was with Dream. ( which is how Star-Cross even came to be ! ) Cross was also Dream’s first time fusing after the incident.

It happened during a fight, Cross was about to get hit in the moment and Dream protected him by the way he knew to : Soul-Fusing.

It was for Cross a very surprising moment, scary at first even. In that moment, Dream was the main consciousness of the fusion’s vessel.

Cross feels odd about the fact fusions are even a thing, but he likes doing it with Dream. He hasn’t tried with the other two/three.

Does Nightmare gang exist in this ? Do they know about Nightmare’s ability ?

They do, actually !!!!

To explain, Nightmare tried to have a soul fusion as soon as he could, to see if he could still use it/be able to with other people.

Except the first person he fused with was his now right hand, Killer.

It went horribly wrong, and the fusion was so unstable due to Killer’s current soul state and Nightmare’s corruption that they defused a few moment after.

As for the other official close members ( Because Nightmare has other lackeys these guys are just his main group ) Dust and Horror don’t really know about it, but they do end up learning it through a fight. Big shock, big surprises.

The Killer and Nightmare fusion has no name as of now, so feel free to propose one ! It’s title is “the Merciless”. It’s under this !

COGITO ERGO SUM — I think, therefore a.m, I am.

the snork mimimi

The boyysss 💞

October 7

Meeting the Sun

Hero Generation 6

Palette was so happy to finally start his journey and follow that strange call in his head. It told him how to open portals, which made traveling much easier. He was so excited.

He had overheard the warnings from his granpa “Be careful out there. Don’t step into the wrong AU.”

But the thrill of adventure drowned out the caution in his heart. Every portal he created fascinated him more and more. Every person he met, every sight he saw, was incredible. He absorbed it all like a sponge. With excitement bubbling inside, he opened another portal and stepped through.

The moment his shoe touched the ground, he crumbled. An ice-cold pain shook his bones.

What was that?

So much… too much.

Why did he feel so weak all of a sudden?

Why was he so scared... so terrified?

Why did his bones shake? Why were his eyes crying?

His mind clouded—stormy thoughts fell like raindrops and drowned him. He wanted to leave, but he couldn’t get up. This world was consuming him.

But it wasn’t just his fear.

He wasn’t afraid—was he?

He didn’t know why he would be.

Were those really his feelings?

They had to be… right?

He wanted to be home. Safe with Granpa. Right now. Please.

He needed help.He didn’t think he would ever feel so alone.

He cried for help.But nobody came.*

He couldn’t get up. It was overwhelming—fear, sadness, despair. He screamed, desperate and confused. What was happening? Why was everyone so scared? What was this immense hopelessness—growing like a black hole, swallowing everything... including him?And then that strange spark. Determination? Was that the source of all this fear?

Whoever that was had so much to much in their heart Palette already saw it how this world would die....

He felt like a flame—A candle caught in the middle of a raging storm, about to be snuffed out.He felt like a sailor in a lighthouse, about to be swallowed by a giant tsunami.Like a star, collapsing into nothing in the heat death of the universe.Like a firefly, caught in a vast spider’s web.

So small

So usless

So helpless

So completely alone.

He wanted to help them.He felt the urge to rise to become their hope. He needed to guide them. But he couldn’t.

Not alone

He was too weak.He wasn’t ready.He crumbled again, sinking into the ground.

He asked for help.But nobody came*.

He cried for help.But nobody came.*

He begged for help—Someone heard him.*

A warm light reached him. It blocked out everything else—like a soft blanket wrapped around him, shielding him from the oppressive atmosphere.

"Little one, what are you doing in a place like this? You’re not from here... How did you find yourself in such a terrible place? Let me bring you home, if you can tell me where do you belong?"

Palette finally found the strength to turn toward his savior. The voice was soft and calming. Golden-brown eyes met his gaze eyes that seemed to carry stars in their glow. A wooden crown—or was it a crown? Palette wasn’t sure. A light yellow cape, patterned with suns and stars, billowed gently. Palette didn’t know what to say.

The Omega Timeline?Is was his home?But was it where he belonged was that the same? No! His saviour had asked where he belonged!That wasn’t the same.So, weakly, Palette got to his feet and looked up at the tall skeleton.

"I don’t know where I belong... Can you help me find it?"

and these are just 3 of the 7 deadly duckies

(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.