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Art collab with @grayskiesandink !!!

I've loved their art for a while, and I was enthused to go ask them if they wanna do an art collab once my finals finished. They did the lineart, I did the colors and lighting. Thank you for the lovely lineart, very pleasant working with you !!! <33

This also doubles as my just-in-time piece for pride month xD Considering I've been going crazy with my Drink RP this month, it's very fitting. Love these two! Gray's lineart under the cut

Ink belongs to comyet, Dream belongs to jokublog

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What the Multiverse thinks VS what it's actually like

Bonus version under cut

Ink belongs to comyet, Error belongs to loverofpiggies (CQ), Dream and Nightmare belong to jokublog

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"ivory void"

1,084 words; Ink belongs to comyet, Dream belongs to jokublog

Content warnings: Dissociation (incl. derealization, depersonalization, dehumanization), traumatic memories, bad self-worth

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You can leave the void, but the void will never leave you.

…And that's about where the whole paragraph can end. The whole story. There it is, laid out neatly: the start and end of Ink's life. Well, "life". 'Existence' would be more correct, maybe.

And it doesn't have to be the Void. Just… a generic void. An umbrella term, if you will. It could be an abandoned concept of an AU. It could be a blank canvas. It could be the Save Screen, or it could be the Antivoid. That doesn't matter.

It's all the same in the end. And it just… it never goes away. Ever. It can change shape or context or quantity, but it's always there. To say Ink carries a piece of it with him would also be incorrect, as that would imply it's something separate from him.

It isn't. That's the thing about the void. It just becomes a part of you. It becomes you. You become it. One and the same, intertwined.

Here it is now, for example.

The scene is domestic. Today has been a slow day, really, a nice day. The sun is setting in Underswap, surface; painting the room a bit golden. Blue and Dream are in Blue's kitchen. Making… food. It smells nice. Their voices carry over.

Ink is sitting on the back of the couch. His brush laid on the couch at his feet.

And the void, his dear friend, always with him.

A shadow. In the same way a shadow isn't something separate, it is you outside of you. It is your shape; you where the light is absent.

And Ink is so good with a spotlight. He's so good at directing it, whether at others or just the right parts of himself. Highlighting exactly what he wants seen and nothing else. Chasing the shadows away or stuffing them to the side. Only sometimes the light catches something, there, at the outskirts, but nothing beyond that. He's so good at playing his role — the tech support, the stage hand, the director, the audience, heck, even an actor himself. Paint yourself red for a fight, blue for a tragedy, so on and so forth. The audience see what you want which just so happens to be only what they want, nothing else.

Here is the actor. Here is the stage hand. When the show is over, the 'actor' disappears, because it is a thing you do, really, not who you are. You're an actor when you're acting, heh, pretty obvious.

Hm. Stupid. So deep. So philosophical. He's zoning out again then.

It's like everything is coated in a thin, invisible film of void. Or, maybe, it's Ink who's wrapped up in it like cling-wrap or latex all over. A barrier between him and everything else, every object he could theoretically touch.

Between him and the rest of the living room. Him and the kitchen. The voices in the kitchen, the smell of dinner permeating the house. It's… it's…

…The void will never leave him.

It's part of him. He's part of it. The start and the end and also everything in the middle. You can't march towards obscurity if you're already there. The lines aren't blurry, they're nonexistent.

He's… staring at his hands. Flexing his fingers.

…Dead.

Soulless. Literally. No life streams underneath. He doesn't feel hunger at the smell of cooking meat and whatnot that wafts from the kitchen. It's nice, but it means nothing. Glitter and stuff. Flavor text, haha.

His hands. His fingers. Plastic and wood and marble and stuff. He wonders if Pygmalion can repeat that fun trick. Then casts the thought aside — that would require love in order to work, and, well. If Ink's Creator loved him to begin with…

…Hm. So deep. So philosophical. He's voiding out again.

The hollowness of his ribcage. Of everything inside of him. Absences are only noticeable when you shine the spotlight on them, so Ink tends to keep it away from there.

But light has a tendency to refract, and your eyes adjust, and suddenly he's sitting on the back of Blue's couch and staring at his hands and everything is just numbers and objects. Suddenly he's never been more aware of the hollowness inside, except that's not true, because he's always aware of it, it's him, and it's always there, and it always will be. Dear old friend, heh. He wonders if Galatea was solid marble on the inside, at least. Hm, no, she wasn't marble, he's misremembering.

And the outside, the outside… glitter. At least glitter is pretty under the spotlight, heh, draws the eye and all. Flavor text. Might as well be pleasing to consume, compensate for the lack of nutrition and satiation. The hollowness that remains.

Hm. Ink is… Ink isn't. An exercise in contradiction, but he makes it work. The answer to the question, how can you have an 'antithesis' without a 'thesis'? It's him. He's the antithesis. Unfortunately he's softblocked from synthesis, due to, y'know, lacking that pretty important first step.

"You've heard about one or two philosophers, we get it," he mutters in humor. His own voice is so… it's… hmf. Well. Sound can't really travel in nothing. You can't scream into the abyss, actually, which is funny, because he has.

He did.

A lot.

He screamed and screamed and. Cried. Hurt. Begged. He walked around. Did cartwheels and stuff.

And white, and white, and–

"We're dooneeee~!" Blue declares in a loud sing-songy voice, walking out of the kitchen at last, judging by the sound of his footsteps.

Ink doesn't turn to look at him, not out of any decision for it; he feels like marble, a little, or… ah, no, what was it, ivory? Ivory, he thinks. He can't remember, nothing new.

"Ink?? Are you gonna try it??"

"You don't have to," Dream's voice floats in too. Heh. Maybe they're the crazy ones, talking to the ivory flower on the wall. At least it's pretty. "We know you can't really digest it, but you can still try a bite just to taste,"

He flexes his fingers. They're not real. They're not people.

"I made sure to add a few extra spices in there to make it more flavorful mweheheh!"

"Blue we were following a recipe-!"

…That's okay. Ink isn't real. Ink isn't a person. He can make it work, he thinks. He can leave the void once more. It will always wait for him, and he will always come back. How kind.

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DELTARUNE TOMORROW

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I am still alive I just have finals n stuff thumbsup

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"make-belief"

240 words; Ink belongs to comyet, Dream belongs to jokublog

Content warnings: Derealization, unreality

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"Ink?" reads the written dialogue. Words on a page. A line of code.

Ink can reach out. Feel it under his fingertips. The little details making it move and look at him with that creased expression. Who creased this page? You gotta be careful with these sorts of things!

…No, he knows it was intentional. Artistic decision. Very effective, sure, haha.

"Ink? Are you alright?" he's warm, yellow like sunlight. Like curling up with a book on your porch in summer, or whatever people do.

Words on a page. A line of code. The ink is pressed into the paper, made up in someone's mind and then cemented. The monitor is bright in your face. The software awaits your returned input.

"I'm all good, Dream," Ink chuckles, as if the numbers can actually hear him. As if the writing on the page is actually addressed to him with any sort of awareness on Dream's part.

Well. Ink is sure that Dream feels as aware as he possibly could be.

"You were… zoning out for a bit there," Dream's hand settles on his shoulder, a concerned smile on his face. It's jarring, the point of contact. It's not hard to fall for the act. It is a wonderfully crafted story, after all.

"You know how I am," Ink returns cheekily.

Dream chuckles back at him, accepting the answer.

He's right, in doing that. Ink prefers to fall for soothing fantasies too.

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What constitutes a "real person"?

I love Ink. Ink I love you. What a relatable little guy

Version without the black bars under the cut; click and zoom for better quality and stuff

Ink belongs to comyet

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Deep in the woods there was a fire That burned with an evil desire Desire to feed on the pain A flame that would never retire A pyre that would drive you insane And it said… Why don’t you cast yourself on me? I promise you won’t feel a thing There’s golden treasures underneath, you’ll see Now please, give yourself to me

—"The Fire" by Grifinilla

Like a couple months ago I got briefly obsessed with this guy. He's so fucked up n evil n stuff. I was also practicing how to draw teeth

Swapdreamtale belongs to litemong and song_a

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Couldn't post yesterday. Was attacked by an evil headache

I'm drawing Ink Sans daily, day 14 (two weeks woo)! Send me doodle ideas (outfits, poses, expressions, ships, headcanons, etc etc)

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how do you think Ink and the other Au’s react to Deltarune

Ink's autistic special interest and whole source of life is Undertale and the Undertale AUs so I think they'd be hyped as fuck <3

Others would,,, likely either just accept it conceptually or have a typical existential crisis xD Like, people like Blue would just take it in stride because Blue takes everything like a champ, a lot of AU Sanses are already familiar the idea of being created by higher forces, etc. Realistically Ink would probably relate to Ralsei who also strives to please Us. I can see people like Killer or Dust relating to Kris, being controlled by the Player and all (or whatever the fuck is going on there, I guess we'll see in like less than 40 days xD)

But Ink? Ink would be THRILLED. He'd react the way I do, i.e. exploding on the spot in a good way <3 xD More creativity AND it's the Big Canon™?? FUCK yeah

I'm drawing Ink Sans daily, day 13! Send me doodle ideas (outfits, poses, expressions, ships, headcanons, etc etc)

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Ink robs a dentist office

I tried. He's silly goofy

I'm drawing Ink Sans daily, day 12! Send me doodle ideas (outfits, poses, expressions, ships, headcanons, etc etc)

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OKAY, OKAY, SO

I saw ur post about drawing Ink in different ways, and I have this head canon that Ink doesn’t make their own body heat and walk around with heater or just cling to Dream (cause he’s warm) so like- do with that what u will-

Oh my gosh I ALSO have this headcanon YES

Especially set in the usual multiverse, I love making Ink just. Have no breathing, no pulse, no body heat, NOTHING

This doodle, however, is inspired by one of my current Drink RPs that's set in college and their body has trouble producing body heat of its own so they and Dream started cuddling !! Cuties <3

I'm drawing Ink Sans daily for as long as I can! Send me doodle ideas (outfits, poses, expressions, ships, headcanons, etc etc)

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Hi!! 💫

Few days ago I was reading your fanfic "A Noble Occupation" and I absolutely LOVED IT!! I even went to my notes to start rambling about how much I love the fanfic!!! 💫

Now I wouldn't want to bombard you with an ask that has 500+ words but I DO think it's worth mentioning to show just how much I enjoyed the fanfic!

The angst, the flow, the writing, everything really! It's just so good! 💫

Not to mention the art (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) It's very nicely shaded and the style of it is really, like I said, good ( ∩´ ᐜ `∩)

Just here to express my thoughts on the fanfic!

Sincerely, Anon 💫

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Awwweeee! I'm so so happy to hear you enjoyed it !!!

[I wouldn't want to bombard you with an ask that has 500+ words] If it helps, I wrote the fic with all its words, so, that'd only make me happy xD

I'm very happy you enjoyed the fic and the art, thank you so much for reading it and for passing by to let me know your thoughts !!! <33

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One thing I like the most about the Murder Time Trio is that they can't argue about what they did in the past, because all of them did messed up things.

Like, Horror can't just hate Dust and Killer for what they done, because he also did messed up stuff in his timeline.

They doomed themselves, and can't blame eachother, because all of them did immoral things, despite being in different scenarios.

Ahh I tend to swing the exact opposite way, I LOVE characters bickering and bantering and bitching xD I love the MTT when they're, like, constantly at each other's throats, but they're equal in it, you know? If Killer brings up Horror's worst traumas and regrets, Horror is hitting him right back with the same, and the moment they realize Dust has gotten off scott free he's getting dragged into it too xD

However, for softer or healthier versions of the MTT, I do think it's really sweet to have them have an unspoken agreement that they all know each other's worst dirt and triggers and regrets and whatnot, and therefore they know exactly which lines not to cross and when to shut the hell up <3

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One thing I love about the fan interpretation about Dust is that he is a quiet skeleton that likes to be alone for a while, not wanting to show his face, the total opposite of the normal Sans.

And this change of his character would make SO much sense! Like, he would feel so bad about doing all of these things in Dusttale, that he wouldn't even want to be called a Sans anymore, turning into a totally different person. Of course, he would still have some essence of his past, but he would never be the same after those events, mainly if he starts working for Nightmare.

Oh I love a Dust who is always like a predator about to pounce <3 'Cause I imagine when he was, you know, killing his fellow monsters, he probably tried to surprise them and pack as much punch into his attacks as he could in aim to get it over with in one blow - so they don't have to feel all the betrayal and emotional and physical pain </3 And that's where he honed in his skills - quiet, but extremely effective and deadly

And I definitely do think his guilt and disorientation emphasize how quiet he is - he'd rather keep to himself completely, and he'd rather not respond to the phantoms of what he's done </3 And the apathy that he already had as Sans growing three times as a mental shield against all his grief and pain </3

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This is technically from some time ago, a scene from my Ink and Error RP <3 I didn't have time today

I'm drawing Ink Sans daily, day 10! Send me doodle ideas (outfits, poses, expressions, ships, headcanons, etc etc)

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I'm drawing Ink Sans daily, day 9! Send me doodle ideas (outfits, poses, expressions, ships, headcanons, etc etc)