#Errorink fluff

[eclipsesart]

Dynamics

They're just so cute- awe. They have their special ways of showing love, even though Ink finds it difficult to not touch Error as much as he'd like and Error finds it difficult to understand Inks spontaneous energy bursts. They show their love and care by just being with each other, even if it means sitting in the anti void just chatting for hours without end, and that's enough <3.

On another note, I swear if Ink was human he would have died already because nobody can be that dumb and careless and not die within 24 hours of being alive. It's just not possible. Also, Error, my guy. May I suggest some tea?

Oh- and don't attack me for the bad coloring. My eyes were droopy, okay?? QwQ

Ink belongs to Comyet

Error belongs to CrayonQueen

[lillith-diablo]

Errorink headcannon!

(Error belongs to Loverofpiggies, Ink belongs to Comyet)

We all know Error has haphephobia, and that Ink is very forgetful. Because of this, Ink would often forgets that Error doesn't like to be touched. This resulted in Ink being tied up in Error's strings MANY times. Eventually, Ink found little ways to remind himself, such as writing it on his scarf or repeating the word 'haphephobia' in his head.

But, this had to be worked around, if course. While Ink tried to respect Error's boundaries, he still forgot from time to time, and even when he didn't, Ink is a very physically affectionate person. So (after much persuading on Ink's part, and much complaining on Error's) they agreed to try and work on it.

Ink started out small, only tapping Error's finger or hand from time to time, and always making sure to warn Error before he did. After a few months of that, Ink was able to hold Error's hand without any trouble.

So, bit by bit, Error and Ink worked on desensitizing Error to touch. After a VERY long time, Ink was able to touch Error without any problems. (As long as he warned Error beforehand, of course!) And, while Error still wasn't super affectionate, he was alright with Ink's occasional shows of physical affection.

[toffeebrews]

Guys does anyone have any good fic recs for errorink with good characterization? at least 1k words? please im so desperate im on my knees I need more of their characters im going crazy.

[lovelessbachelor]

im such a romantic which is crazy because im not a romantic

[endercreep25]

Okayyyyy so been working on these for a little while now...

13 Sans AU fluff one shots. Some are longer than others, but they're all pretty short-

Uh, enjoy, I guess ^^

I put them under the cut because it's a pretty long post.. lol

Prompt list was taken from here. They are not my prompts.

Prompt 1 :

"Are you always this stupid, or are you just feeling festive?"

Error crossed his arms, glaring at Ink, who was holding the most hideous sweater he'd ever seen. Ink had a massive grin on his face, his eyes two stars, one red and one green. Even worse, though, was the sweater he wore. Obnoxious colors of "festivity" splattered wildly all over it, with randomly blinking and very distracting neon lights. When Error reluctantly agreed to go to this idiotic Christmas party, he certainly didn't agree to wear that horrific sweater. Nor would he go with Ink looking like the idiot he was.

"Come on, Error!" Ink whined, his voice grating like nails on a chalkboard as he frowned, "It's just a sweater contest! The winner gets a plate of Blue's tacos!"

The glitch scowled fiercely, error messages dancing around his dark form, "I am not wearing that."

Ink lowered the sweater, blinking his wide eyes at the other skeleton. His eyelights had changed to a teal teardrop and a purple question mark, "Please....?"

Error stared at him, his uneven gaze lingering on Ink's pleading face, "No."

Ink gave a heavy sigh, his shoulders drooping dramatically.

The glitch felt his resolve wavering as he continued to glare at him.

"Pretty please with a star on top...?" Ink begged softly.

Error groaned, long and low, before he rubbed his hand across his nasal ridge, "Fine. But you owe me chocolate, Squid. Lots of it."

Ink immediately straightened up, his eyelights shifting quickly to the same vibrant stars from before with a joyous squeal. Error regretted his decision already. It only intensified when Ink rushed forward like he had lost his mind, intending to put the sweater on Error himself.

"GET AWAY FROM ME-" Error snapped, scrambling backward with haste.

Ink only grinned in response.

Prompt 2:

"ONE DRUNK ASSASSIN, ARMED WITH A BUBBLE GUN AND A BAG OF MARBLES, IS ONE DRUNK ASSASSIN TOO MANY."

Blue stated his sentence with authority despite the slurring of his words and uncoordinated movements of his wildly waving hand as he leaned across the table towards Ink.

Ink scoffed, yanking the page off the table dramatically, before he mumbled, "Dream got to use his character..."

Blue sat down heavily, the plastic cups wobbling unsteadily as the table shook, threatening to knock over the meticulously set-up display. "DREAM HAS A NORMAL CHARACTER, INK."

"Maybe we should wait to start the campaign until you're both less drunk...?" Dream piped up hesitantly from his side of the table, where he clutched his character sheet in his gloved hands.

Both of the other two turned to glare at him. Dream lowered his gaze, sipping at his cup of water awkwardly.

"WE AGREED WE WOULD START IT TONIGHT," Blue snapped.

"Maybe Dream should be the Dungeon Master instead of you," Ink growled lowly at Blue, "I bet he would let me use my character."

"DON'T BE RIDICULOUS. HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A PLOT! I HAVE EVERYTHING PLANNED OUT ALREADY!" Blue fumed his words blending together as he struggled to remain focused on Ink.

"Okay, whatever," Ink scowled, "What if he's a sober assassin?"

Blue paused for a moment, contemplating.

"Fine," He huffed, gathering his notes in a neat pile.

Ink grinned, his smirk mischievous as he winked at Dream, despite his words being directed at Blue, "I'd like my character to enter the tavern."

Prompt 3:

"Aren't fish meant to stay in the water?"

Cross frowned, eyeing the limp form in Killer's hand.

"Yep," Killer chirped, his grin stretching across his face.

His frown deepened, "So... why are you just... holding it..?"

Killer looked down at the silvery fish in his hand and then back up at Cross. "I was going to feed it to the cats. They didn't want it. Then I was going to throw it at Nightmare, but he's in his study."

Cross narrowed his eyes at him uncertainly, "What are you going to do with it then...?"

Killer's grin widened further, and he didn't respond. Cross stepped back, his gaze darting from Killer's face to the fish he still held passively. Horror could hear from the kitchen a panicked wail from Cross and Killer's cackling laughter.

"IT'S IN MY JACKET!" Cross howled frantically, prompting Horror to drop his kitchen utensils with a heavy sigh and head into the other room to quiet them down before Nightmare got irritated.

Prompt 4:

"Look, it's not that I'm not grateful, but I'm pretty sure 30 uncooked turkeys might be a little extreme."

Dream blinked in shock at the grand assortment spread over the kitchen before him. Horror frowned, the sharp edges of his mouth spiking downward. Since the truce had been officialized, Horror had been determined to cook something big for both sides as a bonding experience. What did Dream mean by "extreme"?

The golden guardian continued to blabber nervously, "I mean, there's only going to be the Stars and Nightmare's group- how much can we honestly eat? And what would we do with the leftovers?"

Horror raised one eyebrow at Dream, "You clearly haven't seen me hungry."

His rambling halted promptly, "What?"

Horror chuckled lightly, resuming the tying of his apron around his waist, "I'll probably take care of half of these by myself."

A concerned smile flitted onto Dream's face, "You're funny, Horror..."

"I'm not kidding." He dusted his hands off after grabbing an assortment of seasonings. "Just wait, and you'll see."

"That can't possibly be healthy..." Dream stared.

Horror's hand thudded sharply onto the counter, his voice hardening, "30 turkeys is the amount we need."

The guardian yelped at the sudden sound, nodding wildly, "Okay! Okay... 30 turkeys is fine..."

"I guess we could take any leftovers into the Omega Timeline..." Dream added in an undertone a moment later.

Horror only rolled his eye, focusing on his cooking.

Prompt 5:

"If you're calling to ask me about what went down yesterday, you're wasting your time."

Nightmare's scornful voice spoke from the phone. Dream stifled his sigh and kept a level tone.

He forced the polite words from his clenched teeth, "Nightmare, Ink returned from hanging out with Killer, Dust, and Horror missing Broomie. You and I both know his memory isn't reliable, and I simply wanted you to speak with your team to see if they remembered anything."

Dream didn't voice the thought that since Nightmare clearly knew what he was talking about, Dream had a feeling his brother had something to do with the brush's disappearance.

"Hmmmmmm..." Nightmare murmured at an agonizingly slow pace, "I can't say I know anything about a missing Broomie... I was informed of... other activities... But that is irrelevant. I will speak with them."

"Wait, what? What 'other activities'?" The guardian of positivity scowled in concern.

Nightmare didn't respond, seemingly having left the phone behind while he went to ask the three members.

He returned a moment later, his voice thick with satisfaction, "They don't recall Ink having Broomie at all during their outing."

Dream released a low growl of irritation at the calmness in his brother's voice.

"Although they did say Ink had mentioned not wanting to lose it, so he had left it with someone. Perhaps this is of use to you?" Nightmare smoothly added, a faint hint of laughter in his words.

Before Dream could respond, Ink charged into his study, throwing open the door with a loud bang.

"Dream! I found Broomie! He was with Error! Apparently, I hadn't wanted Nightmare's gang to steal it, so I left it with him! How funny is that?" The artist grinned, his eyelights dancing excitedly from shape to shape and color to color.

Dream sighed heavily, rubbing his hand down his face before speaking back into the phone, his voice tired, "We found him. Thank you for your time, brother."

Nightmare only chuckled lowly before hanging up the device.

Prompt 6:

"Please stop yelling about vampire conspiracy theories at three in the morning. You're starting to make our neighbors uncomfortable."

Sci frowned, putting his glasses on and stifling a wide yawn.

Blue puffed his chest out, "BUT IF I DON'T, NO ONE WILL BE PROPERLY INFORMED OF THE DANGERS!"

"Please, Blue," He heaved an exhausted sigh, "Vampires aren't real.."

"NONSENSE. CLEARLY YOU ARE UNAWARE OF THE TRUTH ABOUT THESE VILE CREATURES!" Blue chirped grandly.

Sci groaned, pinching his nose ridge, "No one in this house will get any sleep if you don't stop."

Blue beamed, "EXACTLY. IF WE STAY VIGILANT, THEY CANNOT ATTACK US IN OUR SLEEP."

The other skeleton only scowled, making a mental note to see if Orange could talk some sense into his brother. Until then, he'd just have to tune Blue out and hope he could get at least some rest.

Prompt 7:

"I don't know what you're talking about. I think eating my body weight in chocolate, after learning about the existence of demons, is a perfectly reasonable coping method."

Cross huffed, turning his back to the other three.

"What, demons?" Horror raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

"Yeah," Cross turned back around, snapping off another piece of chocolate to shove in his mouth when he finished talking, "Your 'boss' or whatever."

Killer chuckled, "You think Nightmare is a demon?"

"Have you seen him? Unstable form, evil, dark, and ominous, it all makes sense." Cross retorted, shoving a chocolate-covered finger at Killer's chest.

The skeleton smirked, dark streaks running from his empty eye sockets, "That would imply Dream's an angel, right?"

Cross folded his arms across his chest, responding promptly, "Yes, I suppose it would."

Killer snickered as Horror rolled his eye and walked away, clearly not wanting to be included in this conversation anymore. Dust remained standing passively, his hands tucked in his pockets, face hidden by his hood.

"Wait-" Cross's sockets narrowed suddenly, "No. I didn't- It's not like that!"

Killer laughed, retreating backward quickly and calling out from his cupped hands, "Ohhhh, Nightmare!!!"

"KILLER," Cross howled, jumping up, scattering uneaten chocolate and empty wrappers from his lap, eyes widening in panic.

Prompt 8:

"Oh we're taking the murder route this time? Ok."

Killer rolled his shoulders with a grin. "I love it when I get to have a little fun."

Fresh remained where he was, his hands in his pockets, an unwavering grin that felt very smug to the gang facing him. His glasses flashed back to their usual bold blue and yellow letters against the black background.

Dust didn't move either, and the shadows hiding his face made him unreadable.

Killer glanced at him with a flash of irritation, "What's the matter, Dusty? Scared of the walking pride flag?"

The hooded skeleton gave no response, simply taking an almost unnoticeable step back.

"That dude knows how ta make a smart choice, brah." Fresh chirped in his gratingly annoying voice.

It made Killer grit his teeth, his grin twitching downward for just a moment before he forced it back up with a flick of his wrists, swinging the knives he wielded. "No biggy. I can still kick your [ASH]."

Killer froze, "The hell..? What the [FUNK] was that?"

"Them are some bad words, broski. Can't be sayin' those 'round here," Fresh's grin widened.

Killer felt himself growing angrier. This guy was really starting to get on his nerves. Before he could charge him or even shout another insult, Horror had snatched Killer up, throwing him over his shoulder and teleporting away.

"Tried to warn ya." Dust's gravelly voice spoke from under his hood, tone completely neutral.

Killer growled in frustration, storing his knives away with a flourish: "We coulda taken that 90s freak."

"There are plenty of other places to get supplies, idiot," Horror sighed heavily. "If he could change your words, just think what else he could do."

"Whatever," He huffed, his empty sockets narrowing, "I think you two are just a couple of wimps."

"Heh. Can't just dip on me like that, bro. I got some beef with you now. Totally ruined my vibe."

Prompt 9:

"Please stop responding to every threat with 'Oooh~ Kinky!'."

Killer growled, narrowing his eyes at the other skeleton.

Lust smirked, "Or maybe you should just stop threatening me, darling."

"Not my fault you're a weirdo," Killer crossed his arms.

"Takes one to know one.." Lust practically purred, leaning back against the wall. "And I, for one, find weirdos have the most... intriguing interests..."

Killer visibly shuddered, "On second thought, I think I hear Nightmare yelling at me.."

Lust simply chuckled as Killer darted off, leaving him alone. That is, until Fresh appeared beside him.

The taller skeleton raised an eyebrow at Lust, "That's pretty homosexual, brah."

"I mean, I'm open to anyone who's interested..." Lust smirked wider, "But no, I simply enjoy making him squirm... It's amusing."

Fresh grinned, "Fair point, broski. I've had my fair share of messin' with him."

Prompt 10:

"Stop trying to eat the guests!"

The Ink doll flailed wildly around, suspended by the blue strings.

Error narrowed his gaze at the Fresh puppet opposite the table, moving its hands as he spoke for it, "But Ink! I'm a psychopathic maniac with a disgusting, flailing parasite for a brain! I don't know anything else!"

The glitch smirked, tightening the strings on his miniature version of himself. "I don't know why you invited that freak to the dinner anyway, Ink. You should have known he would cause trouble!"

"Error, please!" the Ink doll cried. "We need you to delete Fresh and save the party!"

The dozen or so assorted dolls bounced wildly, and a murmured, cheering agreement came from Error as he moved his own puppet forward. "Prepare to die, stupid anomaly!"

He cast his strings over the Fresh doll, looping them around its arms and legs before tossing it out of view and proudly placing his mini-self's hands on its hips.

"There you are," The Error puppet nodded proudly, "No need to fear! I have eliminated the threat."

The classic doll strode forward. Error opened his mouth to continue before a loud snicker from behind him nearly startled him out of his bones. He whirled, dolls dropping to the ground as his strings slackened. The stupid squid was leaning on his oversized paintbrush, grinning smugly.

"Wow, Error," Ink chuckled, "Didn't take you to be the hero type."

Error stiffened, his glitches flaring wildly. He could feel a building pressure in his head, either the beginning of a headache or a crash. He didn't really care at the moment. All he wanted to do was bash Ink's skull in and string him up for all eternity. Yeah, that sounded reasonable to him.

Prompt 11:

"Do you happen to have a crowbar? I need one because of reasons."

Ink gave Horror a guarded grin.

"Do I want to know these reasons?" Horror narrowed his gaze slightly, one visible eye trained carefully on Ink.

The artist blinked, his gaze switching to a red 'x' and a green circle, "No, I do not think you will."

Horror paused momentarily, "Does it have anything to do with Error?"

Ink froze, "Uh.. maybe...?"

The larger skeleton relaxed back into the chair, "There's one in the hall closet. Just don't do anything Dream or Nightmare wouldn't."

"Thanks!" Ink brightened, nearly bouncing over to the closet. "That's a pretty vague range you've given me."

"Eh. He probably deserves it," Horror shrugged.

Ink had found what he was looking for, smacking it on his open palm as though testing its hardness, his voice a low growl, "Oh yes, he does.."

Prompt 12:

"To be fair, I wasn't the only one who thought that setting them on fire was an appropriate response."

Killer defended himself with a shrug.

Dream scowled at him, "Who else agreed? I seem to recall you seeing the cows loose in the field and immediately running off to set fire to the forest!"

"Blueberry yelled 'Smores!' when I yelled 'Arson!'" Killer frowned. "I took that as agreement."

Dream took a deep breath, "You're honestly using Blueberry as your reasoning? You're kidding me."

"Uhhh... No?" Killer tilted his head.

"Hey, Dream?" Ink jogged over, his expression bewildered, "Why is there a burning forest?"

Dream simply sighed, "Killer decided that the best way to calmly herd the cows back into their pen was to light the entire forest on fire."

Ink frowned, glancing between Killer and Dream. "Why would he think that?"

"I don't know, Ink." Dream gave an exhausted, somewhat sarcastic, half-hearted smile, "Why don't you ask him?"

"Whatever. Forget it. I knew trying to help out was a lost cause anyway." Killer muttered under his breath, avoiding their gazes.

Dream heaved another sigh, "Killer, come on. It's not a lost cause. You just need a little more practice."

"Yeah. Sure." He practically growled, glaring at the ground.

Prompt 13:

"....Do I want to know why you thought bringing a shovel was necessary?"

Ink squinted at Classic, his eyelights dual question marks.

Classic gazed passively at the small group, "What? I figured digging us out of any sticky situations would be helpful." He tapped the handle with a chuckle.

Ink snorted, prompting Blue to roll his eyes, thoroughly unamused.

"It could help get a handle on things," Classic continued, "Or provide a path for some ground-breaking humor..."

Blue scowled, unamused. Ink, on the other hand, was openly chuckling. Dream simply watched the interaction, keeping quiet.

"Are you done, or do we need to scrap the mission so you can run your comedy club?" Huffed Nightmare with a roll of his eye.

Classic shrugged, "Not a fan of puns, got it." He stabbed the shovel into the ground. "I'd hate to be a stick in the mud, so I'll probably head out. Have fun, fellas."

Dream and Blue blinked in disbelief as he sauntered off in some random direction, abandoning his shovel.

"So he just left. Wow. Okay," Dream murmured.

Nightmare furrowed his brow, "Why did you want him for the mission anyway?"

"I didn't," Dream glanced at his brother, "He specifically asked if he could..."

Ink shrugged with a light chuckle, "Guess he just wanted an audience for his shovel puns. Can't really blame him, I guess."

"Well, I can." Nightmare growled lowly.

Error suddenly opened a portal with a deep scowl, "No, you can't. Classic is perfect, unlike you anomalies." And he was gone as soon as he'd appeared.

Tada! Thanks for making it way down here- I'ma just say on Prompt 9, Fresh is not judging Lust for his preferences. He's simply making an observation ^^

[chaostified]

Genuinely going insane rn haha

[someverygaymoth]

KD!AU

(lmao did I forget to mention the errormare? My b Dawgs that too. We have chaos polycules in this au.)

Euclades(NM) knew Steller(Error), when he was younger, still in his flock, still by an entirely different name and form. When things went horribly wrong for him, he ran from his flock, and Steller. A lover he'd taken some 400 years ago. They parted with only a letter, a letter Clay left for him in a fit of fear and confusion after becoming what he is now. He fled from his problems, and didn't allow anyone to follow him or help them. Needless to say, Euclades still thinks of him often, and having him show up on his doorstep, with a mate, no less, is not something he was prepared for.

Steller doesn't recognize him. He looks so different now, he can hardly blame him, but part of him aches. He can barely stay there long enough to greet both him and Atra(ink) before having to spend the rest of the day in his room, shocked to realize he can still take his old form. He didn't know that before Steller came around. But, it didn't take much for Steller to figure it out...

Literally the whole fic I wrote about that ages ago↓↓ (this is old AF I revamped it literally just for this post PLEASE forgive me if it vaguely sounds like garbage in some parts.)

(Important details: trade is the common language used for international trade in this world, dragons propose with giant intricate circles made with stones and rocks gathered sometimes over months, dragons have little balls of flame for souls called soulfire.)

(third person focused: Steller's point of view)

Clay isn't who he says he is. To Steller, it's all but a mystery to whom, if anyone, he's told the truth. It began as morning more than a feeling when they first arrived here. Something felt off, familiar and suspicious. Then it became a hunch, then a conclusion that the king was hiding something. If his mate, his kid— Atra's kid were going to stay here, secrets weren't going to fly with him.

Many things clued him in on the King's secret, and when he uncovered something so personal as this is, Steller found it an incredibly difficult realization to have. He had to confer frequently with Atra, to fumble through what to do and what to think, how to feel. Not that Atra is any good at any of those things, but stars he does his best. And that's something. One thing Atra said stuck with him through all of this.

"If he loved you as you said he did? He left so abruptly to keep you safe, even if it was something you didn't need to be protected from."

Euphe was always the protected, never the protector. Of course he'd want to protect Steller from what he wasn't protected from. From whatever happened to his home, to his people. To him. Thinking about and processing all of this went slow, had been absolutely heart wrenching, and snowballed slowly into more of an investigation into the truth rather than just exploring a hunch or a feeling.

The first hint had been his reaction to his presence here, Euclades didn't utter a word beyond a curt greeting in draconic, in response to Steller's trade. That could easily be mistaken for an old age monarch attached to his ways, but Euphe never learned trade either. Then, with nothing but those words, he disappeared for the rest of the day. Steller had been intrigued, and looked for him, wanting to talk to him more. At least thank him for allowing himself and his mate to stay here, apologize for his lover's foolishness.

Though, he wasn't around. Steller asked his mates, though they told him that Clay was in his room, probably working, and he seemed in a mood about something when they last saw him. In other words, he was best left alone. Though they remarked about Cain handling the political affairs this week, to give him a break, and promised they would check on him later, and relay his gratitude. It left him with an odd taste on his tongues, persay.

The next? Cain. Steller never met him when he was with Euphe. Euphe talked about him a lot. Tall, strong, bright and beautiful. Steller knew without a doubt, that Euphe loved him deeply, but Cain was a protector before all else, he would've kept the secret at first, but Euphe knew it would spill eventually... On purpose or not. His flock wasn't a fan of lone draconics. Nor was any other, really.

To have one of their monarchs, nevermind such a sacred being as Euphe fraternizing with a troublemaker like him, that would give the young monarch's flockmates all the more reason to hate him. Though, now Cain acted the same way Euphe had always talked about him. A beautiful golden social butterfly that was able to connect with damn near anyone. Though he lacked a certain naivety that Euphe described, Steller could guess that was a product of maturity. To find them together now, ruling their empire as mates, was no surprise.

Cain contributed to more than one hint, really. One other being, their origin. Born of the sacred Tree of Connection, twin protectors given to their flock by their deities. It's pretty difficult to miss that one. Euphe never completely explained what they both were to him, but he's not sure that Euphe completely understood that for himself at the time. Nonetheless, you don't get two stories like that one. He was almost completely sure of it then.

The fourth hint lie in the garden. Deep in the garden, in fact. Abandoned and alone. The Tree of Connection itself, and the last source of Empathy magic, a single golden apple, hanging alone within its ancient branches. A story that's also pretty unmistakable for any other, it sat in a well, reflecting golden light onto the water beneath. It was so well kept. Too well kept to be anything but the real Tree of Connection. How the hell they got it here was beyond Steller's comprehension, but still.

Steller would suppose it's fair to count the Tree of Life as a part of that last hint as well. The massive tree in the middle of the castle's main buildings. An apple tree, just like the Tree of Connection. It wasn't hard to figure out that it was grown from the last dark apple of Empathy. Steller put that one together pretty quick after seeing the golden apple all alone on the tree. He had few doubts then.

The fifth clue, was each of Clay's mates. The stories of how they met. Clay's need to help them all... That unmistakable empathy for small, helpless things. That was all Euphe. It was just like him. Steller could see it in his expression as they talked about it, he seemed so nostalgic for the time, but so terribly empathetic, hurt by remembering their pain and helplessness. He still has that same desperation to protect, to provide. Like he has anything to prove after taking an entire Empire by right of combat and creating a safe haven for draconic people everywhere.

The sixth was the library. The moment Steller saw it he had no doubts left. So many books, in so many draconic languages, so many scrolls from so many different flocks. Euphe loved books. He may not know trade, but he knew almost every draconic language near to his own flock. He used to bring many books in whatever language he could find, to their little clearing in the woods and read to him all night long. Memories Steller carries with fondness.

The castle is full of secret rooms and dark passages, and the library is no exception. The library has so many secret rooms, full of old scrolls in ancient draconic languages. In one of these rooms there was nothing but scrolls about his flock... The flock and the prophecy that tortured Euphe until the day they all disappeared. So many of them had the burnt impression of claws on the corner of the page. Steller could imagine it so easily, Clay staring at it with such fear and anguish, wondering why they had done this to him, and allowing his emotions to run away with him.

Between Cain dropping information about their past, Clay's desperate little attempts to hide the obvious, and the clues practically written in the walls themselves... It wasn't long before Steller figured it out. Now, came the hard part. Actually talking to him about it.

Atra was there through it all, content to let Steller know his thoughts on everything. All he had to say when he decided he wanted to talk with Clay was, "do whatever you feel is right. If the dust settles and you want to be friends? That's okay. If you end up fucking on his desk, that's cool too! We can sort stuff out later." Stellar gave him a straight shot to the ribs for that, of course, because that was a very unhelpful fantasy to carry in this situation... But at least he knew whatever way things went, he had the support of his mate.

After hours of pacing and procrastination in my room, Steller somehow end up in front of his door... Holding that old letter like the most precious thing in the world. The purple ribbon that held it was old and worn now, he'd applied sap many times over the years to help the fraying. The edges used to be a vibrant shimmering silver, but now the thin metallic touch had worn and flaked in some spots. The letter itself was corroded and yellowed at the edges. Steller read it often in those first years that his lover was gone. In fact, he'd read it so many times now he's certain that he could recite it word per word, blindfolded.

Now he held it before the door of the one who gave it to him, unsure and fearful. Clay knew he was there, without a doubt. Born of the tree of Connection, he possessed focal magics even other monarchs did not. Empathetic magic, specifically. He'd always been able to feel the emotions of others, but what he understands now is that Clay's abilities have grown much over the years. Steller knocks on the door gently and it unlocks with a small click, opening just a little. He pushes it the rest of the way open, and when he does, Clay watches him with tired eyes.

After all his anxiety and worrying today, it would seem he is an expected guest.

"Steller, what do you requi-" he freezes-no, flinches- when he sees the letter in his hand. His eyelight swirls with an unmistakable twinge of vibrant violet for a moment. He blinks and it's gone, it almost felt imagined.

"Euclades. It's a lovely name."

He was silent, watching Steller wearily. He looks guilty, contemplative, maybe even afraid... The dredge of negativity that flows over his bones seems to drip more heavily around him, roiling like a pond disturbed by rain.

"But it isn't yours, at least... It wasn't always. Was it?"

"No. No it wasn't." The door shut quietly behind him. The sound makes Steller glance back, only for a moment. "Please... Please allow me this moment in private. I... Cannot imagine how you must feel. If I must endure your anguish, let me be the only one to bear it." He pleads.

Steller locks the door on his own, content to give Clay what he asks. He sighs out, "I knew it was you," in a breath. It's difficult for him to tell whether it's a sign of relief or something entirely different.

"You're clever, I knew I couldn't hide it."

"You made quite an effort," Steller counters quickly.

He whispers back, "I am sorry."

"Why?"

"I was afraid," Clay answers. He looks Steller in the eyes with some acrid, visceral emotion that lingers. A terror he keeps buried away in the embers of his soulfire. It's an expression so like one he'd once seen Euphe make, whenever he spoke of his flock... It makes Steller's soul twist with longing, nostalgia, love and care that still lingers after centuries apart.

"Why did you leave." He corrects, "why didn't you even say goodbye?" Steller steps forward slowly, pulling the worn, old ribbon from their letter, and places the curled page gently on Euclades' desk, right in front of him.

"I... was afraid," he answers again.

"Of what?" Steller paces a slow line past his desk and around towards the door, gripping his skull as though he couldn't comprehend any of this. Maybe after all these years, he still couldn't.

"Of myself, what I might do... What the corruption did... It... I hurt people. It made me want to hurt people. I didn't want to hurt you."

"And you thought I wouldn't stop you? You thought I'd ever let you become something you're not? You thought you could hurt me? I am a force to be reckoned with, I've burned villages and destroyed towns, I have faced those which were unbeatable in the presence of draconic armies! I can protect myself!" Steller spits.

"Not from this. You don't understand. The influence of the tree is strong, Steller, it is dangerous, and real. It isn't something you can protect from. It took me centuries to break through it's influence-"

"And I COULD HAVE HELPED YOU!" Steller cries, pausing his pacing near the door, "but no, no you left me alone, and scared, with no clue where you were and no chance of helping you- you fool! I would never be afraid of you!"

"Well maybe, you fucking should be." Clay hisses, standing up.

"Don't try to prove a point, dumbass. I know what you are. What you REALLY are. And you can't ever hide that. You are not, and will not ever be something I fear." Steller growls, wings flaring out behind him. Already a broad, tall monarch, it made for a threatening display.

Clay puffs up right back, purple dancing through his eyes and in his markings. Two eyes... That's... Different. Everything is different. He's so much bigger now, it's startling to hear everything in his voice ring with something from the past, all coming from a form so different. Euphe was beautiful, even without the extravagant marks of a strong monarch. Even now, he's so beautiful, in all the conventional ways he never thought himself when they were younger. It makes Steller ache, but he doesn't let up on his stance.

He's in power here, size and status be damned.

Euclades still can't hurt him.

Clay marches around his desk, a growl heady in his throat. "That's exactly why I stayed away. You're too trusting— too stupid to—" he makes a wounded sound, "if I wanted to hurt you, would you even stop me?" He asks, expression pained.

"If you wanted to hurt anyone I would have stopped you!" Stellar barks back, throwing his hands up in the air.

He marches forward, face twisted into a snarl as he slams a fist into the door hard enough to make the wood tremble. "WOULD YOU?! Would you hurt me to stop it? Would you?" Steller doesn't flinch. Instead, he slides hands up to Clay's face, rubbing the gleaming markings under his right eye.

It has all the effect he remembers. The expression on his face wanes and it's not so difficult to see the tears blossoming in his sockets now. His wings shudder and his eyelights shift to a deep plum, he might notice, given the way he blinks a little harder for a moment, but he seems to give up on whatever he was trying there fairly quickly. Steller lets out a long breath, still holding him gently.

"The entirety of this hypothetical little situation that you've made up in your head, depends on you being able to hurt me. Euclades. You may be a king now but I know you are not but a stubborn child in your embers. I am not afraid of you, I never have been, and I never will be. No matter how hard you try, you can't hurt me. I won't let you, and you would never. You never once won a sparring match against me in our days together, and a handsome set of horns and some height on me will certainly not change that. Euclades, Euphe, neither of them would hurt me, I know that. More than anything, I trust that," Steller whispers to him, watching as Clay closes his eyes.

He leans into the contact as his breathing goes shaky, and his shoulders tense up with quivering little sobs. His expression tenses for a moment before going lax again. When tears fall, they're a familiar purple, not seafoam. They leave smooth trails of ivory white bone visible in their wake, and only more of it is exposed with every moment.

He asks softly, "do you hate me?" and when he speaks it's not the same deep central nation draconic grumble. It's softer, a gentle voice with an eastern dialect. It's Euphe's voice, not his.

"I couldn't ever hate you, I don't," Steller promises, still holding him in his arms, even as the darkness fell away, dripping onto his hands and the floor. "Not Euphe, and certainly not Clay. I don't blame you... Even if you were a stupid jerk for leaving me like you did." He whispers. Clay smiles, and when he opens his eyes, blinking away tears, it's Euphe staring up at him. "I uh... didn't know you could... you know. I didn't know you were... Still... Like this, under all the..."

"I didn't either... Until you came back." He laughs, like it's all some cruel joke.

"You're beautiful. Still so beautiful..."

"You always said that." He's smaller than Steller is now, looking up as he gently wipes the tears from the other's cheeks.

"I'm not talking about Euphe, you're not some relic, Clay. I'm talking about you."

Euclades looks up at me like he's said something profound, something that he hadn't even considered.

"That's not- I'm not..."

"But you are... You're so beautiful. You're strong, and amazing. You always have been, you just didn't see it before. And your horns have grown so much too... I won't lie, it's... attractive." Steller admits, smiling wryly and glancing to the chair in the corner of the room. It's upholstered in a beautiful purple, velvety fabric, and it's clear that someone sits their frequently, likely to keep Clay company while he works.

"Oh..." Clay stares at him wide eyed, flushed a deep plum, a color that's rather ironically fitting of royalty.

"You're... I still..." Steller sighs before taking a deep breath in, "I loved Euphe, and I want to love you too, Euclades. I want to chart every difference, bed our coals and make a new fire together, every new feature and habit as our kindling."

Clay sighs when their skulls press together, a smile creeping onto his face when their horns clink, and it makes both their beads rattle on their horns. "I cherish you Steller... I always have."

"Too much for your own good, dork."

"Hah! Maybe..." Clay admits, sighing.

Steller smiles down at him with an unconditional fondness. Their faces are close, like this Steller can feel their breaths mingling together. The tease of a taste on his tongues, like sweet spices and the love Steller wants to give him. Clay takes a step closer and pauses, seeming contemplative.

"Is this okay?"

"More than okay," Steller murmurs back, sliding one of his hands into the other's.

With the confirmation, he presses a slow kiss to Steller's mouth, chaste and small. The taller leans in again, vying for a deeper kiss. Clay happily reciprocates, squeezing Steller's hand as his other gently squeezes his iliac crest. He pulls away just enough to breathe before searching for more. Steller encourages the closeness with a hand on his skull, pulling him closer with the gentlest insistence. Clay doesn't resist or hesitate, just presses closer, until Steller's back is firmly against the door, wings relaxed out to the side.

After a couple more rounds of kissing he pulls away, breathless. "Wow, spirits I missed that..." He says softly, almost trembling.

"Did you now?" Steller asks, grinning a little.

"Silence, I missed your silence... That's what I missed." He insists, although the soulfire glimmering through his thin shirt does him no favors in confirmation.

"Naturally, of course."

"I- oh stars, Atra, he- did he say this was okay?" He tries to pull away, seeming startled.

"Shh, he's fine... Jerk was literally rattling off about every way this could go and telling me I better at least kiss you," Steller scoffs.

"Oh... Hah! Dear stars... Yes, I can imagine he was as helpful on the mind as Vicki was..." He sighs, "I figured this was coming... I... Thought you would be more... Upset with me."

"Something like that... Ramblings of a horny bastard," Steller sighs, shaking his head. "I was upset, at first. I couldn't fathom why you'd abandon me. Not when we almost..."

Clay pets gently over his hand.

"We were almost mates, Clay... That and I... I know I didn't tell you but I... I'd been working on a circle for weeks before you left."

Clay's expression twists up again, and his surprise is almost something he can feel in the air. "Steller..." He sighs, tearful.

"Shit timing... Huh?"

"My love..." Clay cries, smiling at him. "I would've loved that more than anything."

"would've."

"I still would now."

Steller's soulfire burns cold for a moment, flickering in his ribs.

"We have some catching up to do... and we still need to talk with our mates, together. But I want you to know... really, it was time that wronged us. You, were perfect. Always," Clay says softly.

"You were perfect too..."

Clay smiles wider, and Steller can almost feel the joyful shift of his magic in the air around them.

"So... where should we start, on that catching up?"

Clay grins slyly, "you know, I have been thinking about that. I have some ideas."

[godisaturtle]

Guys is there anything saying that Error can't drink/doesn't like alcohol? I need it for a comic idea

[plasma-studios]

fav errorink content: to literally everyone else it looks like angst but to them its the fluffiest fluff imaginable. their dialogue sounds like its between emperors, nemesises, enemies, dry and harsh and dramatic but to them it's just plain old fluff

[eclipsesart]

Chill

This is a very lazy smol "comic" (does it count?? It's just one panel?) Of an idea I got RIGHT when I was going to bed. So much for going to sleep early scoff. Anyways, it's hurried and it looks messy, but I got to put my thoughts on a paper, yahoo! I'm so tired- good night.

[fandomsoda]

ykw maybe I’ll just stop reading Errorink fics of any kind from ao3 because clearly I can’t trust them for shit

“Thought this was going to be fluff or just generally healthy in any way? Nope! None for you! In one way or another it becomes abuse =)”

and no tags for it or anything like damn

This is why I haven’t used AO3 regularly in like forever and I don’t plan to go back really

[strawberrychewingum]

while yesterday there was some errorink hating happening here,I found some teeth rottingly sweet errorink fluff on ao3 :3

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1623928

This is a series of short stories set in a human au and there's not only errorink but also cream,killermare and template/pale (idk how the ship's called)

it's really cute and really sweet and really nice and really cool :]

EDIT: i forgot to add that there's some parts that are really angsty so...be careful

[There's also afterdeath and maybe something else idk I'm still reading it]

[ant1quarian]

Hello

I have come from the darkness to ask you for your thoughts;

Errorink (Error x Ink)

Swapmare (Nightmare x Swap/Blue/Blueberry)

cream (Cross x Dream)

bloodycrops (Horror x Farm)

and

MurderSwap (Murder/Dust x Swap/Blue/Blueberry)

Thank you for your time!

OOOO!!

Errorink is a ship I could see working in some situations; providing they didn't have a deep close connection and it was more of a situationship. Most because Ink is incapable of feeling without his vials and I feel like it would really hurt Error to find out that Ink doesn't actually care about him- because he can't.

I feel like a lot of relationships with Ink are rather toxic- not because i don't like the silly guy (I genuinely do, he's such an interesting character)- but rather because Ink is simply just. . . incapable of feeling.

I can definitely see them having a rival-like friendship though.

Platonic Vibe

Swapmare is definitely an interesting concept! Depending on the situation, it's either fluff with a tad bit of toxicity, or full-blown toxic. Depends whether we're doing "Dadmare" or his canon self.

Assuming it's the Nightmare that actually cares, I feel like it'd be a relatively alright relationship. Definitely a lot of bumps in the road, though I like to think of Blue having a very strong belief but being generally morally ambiguous. There's definitely a big power difference at play, but I feel like Blue would have a reasonably good affect on Nightmare.

. . . Stretch would be absolutely pissed and so concerned though, so there's definitely that. I'm not about to say that Blue wouldn't leave Stretch behind (wouldn't fully, at least), but I do have a co-AU of Blue where he dusted everyone. So, uh, I can imagine Blue being fiercely protective of Nightmare, and if lines are crossed- dust is shed.

A Vibe, in the right circumstances.

Cream is... one I had to think for a while on. On one hand: Cute! Interesting! I can see it working! But on the other hand: No.

Again, everything is purely up to circumstance, but I do headcanon Dream to struggle with controlling his constantly positive aura. Dream might take up Cross as a "i can fix him" project, but Cross doesn't want to be fixed. He just wants freedom. Cross is very duty-bound, and Dream is often portrayed to be so optimistic it hurts sometimes- 'cause y'know, he has to be.

I feel like Dream's ceaseless positivity and general optimism would tire Cross out to the point where they just. . . stopped working as well anymore.

It would start out well I think, but I like to headcanon that Dream can't really look past the sin; similarly to how Classic can't look past the LV and EXP in most cases. Dream may be a positive influence and try to help everyone, but at the end of the day, I don't feel like he's that empathetic, and clearly needs to work through a lot of things before he can be healthy enough in a relationship for Cross and Dream to work together properly.

Less of a Vibe.

Bloodycrops is a ship I like. One that's actually quite healthy, though I can imagine a bit of struggle for Saejun to fully accept the things Horror has done (having not really gone through anything bad enough to understand why Horror did what he did). I feel like gradually they'd grow together, over a long period of time, and it'd be quite sweet.

Though, dealing with Horror's base instincts popping up and those he'd learned is going to be difficult. So is how long it's going to take for Saejun to fully realise just how many trauma triggers and trauma responses Horror has from what he's been through (Recovery is a very windy road with a lot of roundabouts).

As someone who plays as Horror in an SMP, I feel like whenever he feels as if he's getting dangerous or angry, he needs to leave that situation and be out in the wild for a while. This leads to Horror being gone for days- or weeks- at a time, out in the forest, away from everything as he gets a grip on himself again. But every time he comes home, it's always to a familiar grin and a cup of hot cocoa.

A Vibe

Murderswap is pretty interesting! If we're going off of my Headcanons for Blue, I think there would definitely be some struggles here and there. As sweet and awesome as Blue is, he's never gone through enough struggle to get why the others around him did what they did.

They'd have to learn to grow with each other over a long period of time, and Blue would have to get a lot less scolding and grumpy whenever Dust's areas are messy. Dust doesn't like being ordered to do things, which is why his Nightmare usually asks him to do things- or gives him an incentive to get it done. And he doesn't like being lectured, either, as it reminds him too much of his Papyrus and that can and will make his LV jump if Blue's not careful. Playful arguments and goofy grumbling is probably alright, though.

Stretch is definitely a roadblock. Not only would he absolutely detest Dust for having done what he's done, but he'd probably find some sort of way to attempt to get Blue to stop visiting Dust.

( Everything is down to circumstance, though. )

Pretty Much A Vibe!

You're welcome for my time lmao- and thank you for yours!

Wonderful ask. Much appreciated

[toffeesbabbles]

a list of drawing ideas because i will definitely forget otherwise so spoilers for upcoming drawings ig

- something with error and his brother (angst)

- ink outfit changes for different universes

- "what happened to us, we used to be best friends?" audio with star sanses disbanding

- errorink fluff

- something with ink and his dads (fluffy)

- undertop gaster's death aftermath

- something with ink and the zephyrtale bros

- something with error self destructiveness? character study but like... art form.

- ink's mirror room (angst)

- underverse ink and canon ink meeting.

- fallen stars: my interpretation (they wouldn't be evil per say just... alot happened to them, includes blueberror and [to be decided])

- error, dream and ink parallels (series of drawings). themes of: self isolation, stubbornness , etc. maybe related to a song?

- something relating to ink being left in the anti void on accident by error. horrors ensue. out of body feel, very dream or weirdcore maybe. ink is not okay. comic probably

- star sanses magical girls designs

- swaps mortality angst (sorry 😔) and aftermath piece maybe

- more dreamberry (/p probably)

- ccino & sci chatting about science. cause its cute.

- draw a bunch of swap interpretations together (blueberror/blooper, crossbones, blueberry, bloodberry, etc).

- incorrect quotes: star sanses edition (doodles)

[lovelessbachelor]

looove the big tragic wonderful brilliant emotional fics in the ErrorInk tag on AO3 but unfortunately when I'm finished reading aforementioned I get really sad and need some ErrorInk fluff. Of which is sparse. I have to write everything myself around here.

[crunchontoast]

mkay so

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47321614/chapters/119238853

"...And Everything" by my buddy @lightyearssurrogatedaddy is a gorgeously described friends-to-lovers story that is absolutely one of a kind in terms of phrasing and detail. Gorgeously written in a way that seems so natural- one of those essay-worthy fics. The characterisation is on point. I love this one.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32677489/chapters/81063607

"your best pal, ink" by Vicen_Non is a masterclass in showing and not telling. Absolutely gorgeous. Quick to read but utterly heartbreaking.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33510622/chapters/83258197

"Tipping the Scales" by WrittenKinzy18- a take on a dragon shift AU that incorporates a super intriguing lore, with some awesome new character designs. The Errorink-centric chapters I revisit on a regular basis. Very much a fluff fest.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32840338/chapters/81491356

"Red, Yellow, Blue" by itscomplickated. I'm a big fan of the modern au and I hope it'll be explored further in the future. Classic oblivious mutual pining. we can pretend we dont see the age rating ok

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18339866

"All is Fair" by TheGrinningKitten broke me when I first read it in 2020 and then broke me again when I rediscovered it this year. One-shot that feels like many beautiful knives shoved into my poor heart.

aaand if you get really desperate:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43459830/chapters/109254612

"The Origins" by yours truly. It's decent if you ignore the first five or so chapters.

Enjoy!

heyyy everyone *twirls hair* does anybody have any errorink fic recommendations?