#Of course it's Errorink what do you take me for-

[pastelaspirations]

AAAAAAAACKKK, OKAY. First, I wanna say

✧˖°HAPPY BIRTHDAY INK✧˖°

If I was a more speedy artist, I might have... actually done something. But fear not. I did do something! :D And I posted it today. Let's uh. Never mind the fact that I forgot AO3 deletes drafts a month in and I had a panic attack last night because it... deletes in like, 5 days. Anyway-

@honeybubbletea33 Do you uh. Remember... That picture you did that inspired me so much, I told myself I wouldn't make a fic of it, but then I actually started writing it??

Well, it's uh. D o n e. Um. Have fun, I suppose, here is the cursed creation https://archiveofourown.org/works/54641671

I am in despair, truly.

[anotherrosesthatfell]

Why do all of the wives in E.L.A has a problem with health💀(mental or physical)

I took physiology course for those question... Finally, my time has rises <3

AHEM- what I am going to say is facts about women so yeah, don't take it as offensive matter

Let's start with Ink. We all know she used to be soulless until Error gave his half soul to her. Then got married and have two kids.

Tragic struck upon them and those two died. You might think 'Oh, I guess her children death is the start of her depression'.

Nope!

That's not the reason but that's just add the scars on her body. Her having a half soul is the start of her depression.

Ink was soulless, she could not understand emotions but after she have it. She understands them very well... Too well until the point she wanted to kill herself over small mistake she done.

Almost every women are fragile, dramatic and paranoid (if you didn't take care of them properly, they might just go insane.) That's included Ink like have you seen Error?

I must say Errorink is pretty toxic in E.L.A... Error just made things harder for Ink. They have one sided love and Error gaslight Ink quite a lot...-

People always thought 'Oh, Ink still love Error. That's why she cheated on Dream!'. Naurrrr, that's not the truth. Ink never loved Error in first place, the reason why she is like this before she has Error half soul. A man legit gave his soul just for her to love him back... Isn't that just forceful love?

He didn't sign the divorce papers and even sleep with Ink despite knowing Ink is completely drunk!

Then gaslight her to have a relationship with him again because they has a child together again...- Error even letting Dream raised Drop. He knew what he is doing and he does that just to torture Dream emotionally.

Ink is not okay with her past and present. Look at her, she can't even understand her emotions properly. She wants Dream to hate her for what? For divorce? No, she don't even want a divorce. Dream is the only man who treat her gently unlike Error and never use any violence which is why Ink still stay with Dream. Error just destroyed Dream efforts on helping Ink which is why Dream is very... Too insecure in relationships till today. He is burn out by the constant yelling and self victim.

Now let's go with Killer! We all know her. She was in a mental hospital, killed her brother, got kidnapped by corrupted Nightmare and was forced to gave births. That's just horrible.

Killer is the type of woman who can't think what is right and wrong especially what after Corrupted Nightmare done to her...- thank God Hope saved her before it's too late...

Killer was not educated that much while she was in the mental hospital. Heck, she didn't even finish school-

I already explain Killer's story quite a lot so you get me right?

Killer just need help from a right person. She has one different from Ink. Which is throwing out the people who hurts her.. I mean look at Ink, she can't even say no to Error.

Killer want to live a normal life, that's her ambition. She want her children to be happy, that's the reason why she is still alive and listen to Alphonse just for her children to not know the truth.

She is fine to be painted as the villain in her family. Just for her children to never come back in the family again. It's for the safety...

[stargazeraldroth]

Questions for the Horse AU :v

- Are the Oreo Bros part of this at all, or are Ink, Reaper, and Cross unrelated- Assuming they’re in the AU in the first place? Do they have horses, if they are, and what do you think they would name them? And what about Fresh and Geno- Are they here, and if they are, are they related to Error at all?

- Are the murder trio here? If so, I feel like Killer and Dust should have horses named Mischief and Mayhem. Horror… I’m not sure, but probably something food related, like Sourdough or Paprika, though I guess he could also name his horse something like Hatchet?

- Is this intended to be a completely fluffy AU or will it have a bit of hurt/comfort? Either way is fine, of course! You just posted about it after remarking that you wanted to write something fluffy, so I wasn’t sure if that’s what this was intended to be :>

- Do you have any color schemes for the horses, yet? I feel like Broomie would be a brindle coated horse, if you go with more natural colors (plus, some patterns make it look like there’s ink dripping down the horses back, which could be a cute little nod to Ink himself!), and Sugar and Spice strike me as white/silver and black/gold, respectively. Im nit sure about the others, though.

- On the note of Error’s horse, if you really wanted, maybe she was initially named Mistake by a shitty past rider and is actually a former rescue? And now Error calls her Missy and she takes pride in “being such a lovable mistake that she couldn’t be turned away” or something. I dunno, I thought it was cute-

- Are there other animals the characters have as pets, here? Because I could see Ink with a little Welsh Corgi named Canvas… Just a tiny herding guy who rides around with him on Broomie. The theme of art supplies must be upheld, okay? And I like the idea of Ink with a corgi.

I can't believe I'm being serious about this Horse AU. Why am I like this

I'm gonna be honest with you guys... I forgot to include characters like Cross, Epic, Geno, Fresh, Reaper, etc. But for the sake of Oreo Bros and CQ Bros, they'll be here. Cross and Epic are stablehands for the most part, maybe they share a horse. And the horse is gonna be named... Majesty. Epic probably tried to name it something stupid and Cross said no. Look guys, this is Memelord the horse! Rubber Chicken the horse! Cookie the horse- COOKIE! That's the horse's name, Cookie.

No, the Murder Trio's not allowed near the horses. Get them away from Broomie, Sugar, and Spice. And everything nice. Maybe they're the troublemakers of the ranch, I don't know what role they'd have. Maybe Horror makes the food, he's the community chef.

There's gonna be some hurt/comfort, but it's primarily a more wholesome AU. Gotta have some conflict. I remember an episode of Full House where... shoot, I forget if it was Stephanie or Michelle, but one of them was a horse girl and got into an accident that made them lose their memories. Something like that could happen. And the damn eating disorder episode, man. What the hell. If anything, I'll do a social anxiety "episode" where Ink thinks everyone's judging him for literally existing, I'm sure many of us can relate

One of my favorite designs for the horses, and I forget all of their names except Pepper and Sunburst, is the black horse with red streaks in her mane. That's what Spice looks like. As for Sugar, she's a white horse with pastel streaks in her mane- she looks like a Galarian Rapidash, doesn't she? These are the only ones I can think of. I think your suggestion for Broomie is good, with some colored streaks in the mane to match with Ink.

Error's horse is a rescued horse that Ink was taking care of, and then Mistake bonded with the glitchy boi. Because I have an agenda- I have an Errorink agenda, and I will push it at all times. Error renames her because he's not calling his horse a Mistake.

Ink gets all the dogs. A corgi, a husky, a golden retriever, a chocolate lab, a German shepherd- okay, I'll stop, but you get the point. We have Canvas the Corgi, Paperjam the Husky, Glaze the Golden Retriever, Paint the German Shepherd, and Gradient the Chocolate Lab.

[develation]

After they’ve established that they don’t want to kill each other, what happens next?

(Is it errorink? :3)

Well, it's honestly just a lot of awkward staring for a full minute, but then Error takes off and Ink runs after him this time. Realizing that Error is in fact, scared of him, Ink keeps yelling for him to stop but he ain't slowing down for nothing lol.

Of course, we can't forget NM now being forces to chase after Ink who is currently chasing after Error.

After about of 30 mins of running and chasing and yelling, Nightmare finally catches up to them with Ink happily hugging a hyperventilating Error, tail wagging and all. Looking a Nightmare with a proud smile going- "Look! I'm hugging him, aren't you proud!", while Error is having a mini panic attack.

As for Error/Ink, I don't know if I'm gonna do any ships besides Cross/Dream in this au. Don't get me wrong- I love Error and Ink as a couple. But sometimes, friendship can be just as valuable as any romantic relationship. And I just feel a Nightmare helping Ink and Error get over there fears, him being the big brother to those two idiots. Like a found family. For some reason that touch's me more than Error/Ink ever could in this au.

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

Studio Errorink Doodle and Headcannon!

The boys are designing costumes! I know that both Error and Ink or actors, but most people seem to agree that Error likes to help up in the costume department and Ink likes to help in the make up one.

So I doodled this using @yuriyuruandyuraart designs! Though I changed Error's a tiny bit, since I headcannon that the red eyes and blue stripes are part of his characters costume. I hope that's OK. Cuz I really love these designs!

And now, onto my headcannon!

Yeah, Acesexual Error headcannon!

Just hear me out on this.

So as we know Ink has quite a body count, because he gets attracted to people very fast and ends up convinced he's on love with them only for the feelings to fade.

This bothered him alot but over the years he hadn't really let himself except how bad his issue hurt him. He convinced himself that he was fine being a sleep around and that he might as well embrace it. He figured that it was just the way he was and as sad as it made him feel, he kind of went along with it abit. Enter Error.

Ink and Error become friends and bond over their BBS (black bone syndrome).

Ink finds Error to be an attractive skeleton and makes a pass at him. Nothing to far, just some playful, light flirting. Only Error shoots him down straight away and reveals that he is in fact Acesexual.

In my headcannon Studio Error is Acesexual (sex favorable variety). So as far as I understand, this means that he doesn't actively have a natural libido, but he enjoys sex with the right person. But it's more about the emotional side for him when it comes to building a relationship.

As basically Error wouldn't really have a need to sleep with someone outside of a romantic relationship so he stops Ink's flirting in his tracks. Error doesn't tell Ink all the details of it, but he tells him very plainly that he's Ace so it's not gonna happen.

Ink excepts this. But for some reason it keeps playing in his mind. Of course people have rejected his advances before. Many times, but it was never for this reason.

The problem is that Ink falls victim to a common misconception about Aces where they are mixed up with Aromantics. In Ink's mind, what Error had said is that there is no chance that anything will ever happen between them sexualy and he takes this to mean romanticly as well.

Ink doesn't need to worry about crossing the boundary line, because there is no boundary line to cross! In his mind it's a truly permanent no. Which is a different thing for him.

So he gets used to the idea of always just being friends and its kind of a relief. He know that he won't do it again. He knows he won't ruin this friendship. He's able to let go of alot of stress.

Around Error, he feels alot more open and like he can be himself. It's alot more comfortable. Since he doesn't need to worry about ruining it with a relationship.

But then Ink does start to fall for Error, like really fall for him. But Ink's confused because he can't tell if the feelings are real or if they are the same fading ones they always are. He is just so sick of messing up and can't help but feel like he might do again. He also tells himself that if he tried anything, Error might get upset (Ink probably believes that Error is sex repulsed) He has so much fear and stress that he doesn't notice that his feelings aren't fading.

And what would happen next? Well I've not fully figured that out. This was just an idea, but I stand for Ace Error. I'm still a little new to the acesexual community, so I hope I didn't get terms wrong.

I hope you guys like it! Thanks for reading.

Studio verse au thing by @zu-is-here

Original error and Ink belong to loverofpiggies and comyet.

This was also inspired by the comic that @kotikaleo did. So that's worth reading guys!

[beautifulboierror]

Error x ink do you agree?

Not in the slightest

If you read the bio of this blog you would probably think I don’t like Ink, but that's fully false! In canon and Underverse he’s great! And clearly I love Error I mean look at this blog lol,

Don’t get me wrong, I like Error and Ink, Just not associated to each other in any way,

I hate all their dynamics, whether they're just friends, romantic partners, or enemies,

I dislike it all,

No matter how anyone writes them I never feel like they're writing them as equals,

If they're being shipped, closer to Fanon Ink is submissive and is over the top friendly and madly in love with Error even though he doesn't have emotions, While Error is just a asshole dominant that is borderline abusive,

And when a bit closer to canon, It's kinda switched, Error is more submissive and seemly weak, And Ink is a lustful asshole that doesn't care about Error at all, And some of this goes into friends or enemies as well,

Being friends Ink clearly doesn't care about Error feelings, or Error still destroys Au's knowing that it makes Ink uncomfortable,

Enemies Ink doesn't take Error seriously, whether it's forced!god Error or not, And no matter what dynamic it is they're always teasing or making fun of each other, And I'm well aware that this is just how people are, but it's way over the top most of the time,

So unless it's a long comic or fanfic where you can see them being nicer to one another sometimes, It's hard for me not to see it as emotional abuse, when they're supposed to be in love or friends, (and of course other ships have alot of these problems too)

The thing is most ships don’t work because they’re not supposed to be canon and most likely never will be, so alot of this may be more about my own traumas unintentionally self-inserted within their dynamics, because most other ships don’t bother me like ErrorInk does, But this is how I feel,

If Error and Ink were together in canon, I no doubt wouldn't like either of them as much because their dynamics bugs the crap outta me too much,

And This is why I was annoyed enough by the tags to make this blog, I myself don’t want to see them together,

By no means does any of this mean you or anyone else shouldn't ship them,

This is my opinion, my problem, I'm just gonna continue ignoring them together,

These are fictional characters after all!

So go draw or write them being madly in love! or lustful to one another! or like/reblog every fanart of them, As long as you're not hurting someone else do whatever makes you happy!

[annaraebananawriter]

Hands

First off...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SQUID!!! 

I honestly had no idea it was his birthday until last night from twitter. I was in the middle of writing this scene, in fact, and realized ‘Hey, you know what? I could probably get this done in time for it!’. Now here we are.

Secondly...This is a scene from one of my WIP’s. It will probably take place somewhere in the middle chapters, but I saw that it was a fairly out of context scene to show that it wouldn’t really matter if I showed it now as a teaser or later. 

Obviously, I chose the latter.

That said, this is set to change a bit as the WIP develops, but it’ll be nice to see what you all think of it. Hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Undertale, but specifically UTMV

Pairings: Implied Errorink, or Pre-Errorink

Characters: Error (Who belongs to CQ) and Ink (Who belongs to Comyet)

Warnings: Nothing really. Although, again, it is a scene from a wip, which means that it is not in it’s final form. Let me know!

Word Count: 2488

~oOo~

His phone buzzed on the floor beside him. Ink paused in the middle of trying to balance a pencil on his finger, which was probably a losing battle, but since when has that ever stopped him before? That’s right, never. And it never would. Setting the pencil aside, he checked his phone and read the short message.

mommy-bear

Are you coming home for supper? It’s past 5.

Ink jumped, looking outside to see that, indeed, the sun was lower in the sky and time had in fact passed. They must’ve gotten lost in the throughs of their homework, or the casual avoidance of it, for one of them. Error seems to have made some sort of headway into the work from Mx. Alex. Good for him. He’ll be able to hand it in on Monday without it bugging him in the back of his mind while he ignores that bugging and just doddles instead of doing his work like he should until the next thing he knows it’s almost midnight on Sunday and he still hasn’t gotten it done.

But honestly, who would do that? Certainty not Ink.

Error had also noticed his jump and was looking at him now. “What is it?”

“Just a text from my mom.” He answered, gathering up his things. A glance to his study buddy showed Error blinking and setting down his pencil as well in order to listen. “She was just wondering where I was. It’s after five, y’know? I said I’d be back then.”

“Oh.” Error fell silent after that.

Once his things were all accounted for (he did lose his eraser for a minute there and partially freaked out about it, which was kind of silly as he had plenty more than just this one white one, others that were far more colourful, but he didn’t have to worry for long—Error had silently placed it on the bed for him to grab, making Ink smile in gratitude), Ink walked to the bedroom door and got to the top of the stairs before he realized another pair of footsteps were following him.

Man, Error really needed to take him up on the suggestion of bells. He was too silent on his feet, just too much like a ghost for his liking. Not that he didn’t like ghosts. He just didn’t like people being silent when their walking. It made him paranoid.

Ink turned around. “You know I can just walk myself back, right? I literally live right next door.” He held up one finger. “That’s the house right beside yours.”

Error scowled, just like he always did when Ink pointed things out like that. It was also a reason why he was determined to point things like that out as often as he did, which was rather often. “Don’t be stupid. Of course I know that.”

“Then why are you following me?”

“What if I wasn’t? What if I just decided to get some food? To do that, I’d need to go to the kitchen, which is also downstairs.” He gestured to the passageway to said downstairs. “Those are the only stairs to get there.”

Ink smirked, “You have a box on the top shelf of your closet where you keep all the chocolate you bought, stole, or stole from Fell.” This statement was rewarded with a light blush of embarrassment from Error, who looked around as if to make sure his brothers didn’t overhear.

Ink was sure that they already knew though.

He also suspected that they put chocolate in the box too, as Error was sometimes surprised that there was some there when he had said he had eaten it all.

“I didn’t even say I was getting chocolate! I might be getting something else.”

“You don’t snack on anything but chocolate.” Error’s scowl deepened. “You also sort of admitted to following me” He couldn’t help but laugh when the blush on Error’s skull deepened in realization and his taller friend looked away from him. It was always interesting to see just how much it took to get to this shade of blue, with the yellow freckle-like dots just barely seen overtop. The sight made Ink want to draw it.

He wanted to draw it so badly.

Laughter dying down, Ink tilted his head and smiled at Error. “If you wanted to walk with me, you could’ve just asked.”

For some reason, Error glanced back at him and quickly looked away again, blush deepening again, the yellow becoming brighter. He also started to glitch a little bit, which would normally spark a tiny bit of worry, but he could see that the other wasn’t in any danger, so he had no reason to worry. If the glitches got worse, then he could worry.

That was…pretty much the saying for being friends with him.

‘If the glitches got worse, then you could worry.’

Error burrowed down, like he usually would if he had his scarf on. It was, presumably, back in his room. Weird. The glitch he knew never went anywhere without his scarf; at school, at home, at the café, at the park, walking, sitting, it was always on. Well, it probably came off at home. Here he was with his family, a safe, happy environment away from the judging eyes of school and the city. He could be himself here. That’s an assumption, at least, hopefully the right one. Ink didn’t know the relationship between skeleton and scarf and never asked, never would talk about it until, or if, Error brought it up. He wanted to respect his privacy, after all.

But now that he thought about it, the scarf had been coming off around him lately. It had started off small. It started with it being up to his mouth, almost as if a way to hide or be smaller than he was. That was how it was for a while. Then one morning, it was down just a bit, just under his mouth. And as the days passed and the two talked more and became friends, the scarf would be lower and lower. Down to the chin in Math. Under the chin the next day. Around his neck a week later in English class.

It was almost like earning his trust. He had earned Error’s trust, which meant that he got to see the skeleton behind the scarf. The true, unshielded one.

It was…kind of nice, to be honest.

Ink blinked, coming back to himself and realizing that Error had mumbled something.

“Sorry, what?”

Error looked back at him and sighed a little before speaking up just enough so that Ink could hear. “I said, can I…walk with you?” His arms went in front of him. Ink guessed that it was a temporary shield in place of the scarf.

He was prepared to be rejected and just walk back to his room.

Well, Ink couldn’t have that, now could he?

“Of course!” The smile on his face widened and he started down the stairs with lighter steps. It was always nice when friends offered to walk you home or something of the sort. The walk was less lonely, even if you never spoke a word.

It’s just how it was.

They talked in the small time it took to get from Error’s house to Ink’s. Well, that wasn’t really true. Ink did most of the talking, which ended up being mostly complaints about homework and school and also talk about his works in progresses. Error just listened quietly, humming or nodding in certain spots. He would like to think that Ink could talk about nothing at all and Error would listen. It just seemed to be the way he was.

Their friendship was a good one. Maybe there were a few unbalances here and there, but overall, it was good and healthy and, most importantly, mutual. It benefited both of them in different ways. Ink had someone who would listen without interrupting, who cared about his interest and how he felt, even though he didn’t have a soul and relied on substitutes. Error had someone who didn’t pressure him into a conversation, who gave him and respected his personal space and asked before touching his things and body. It was like a missing piece just fell into place, so perfect, it felt like it hadn’t been missing at all.

That said, there were some hurdles.

Like how Ink was soulless. There was always that thought, loud or quiet, one that questioned whether the love he felt towards his friends and family was real. Or if he was just deluding himself and everyone around him into thinking that they were. This thought had always been there, since before Dream and Blue, before Error, before anyone he was with now—what if it was all fake?

It was kind of silly. The substitutes he took acted as a soul. It supplied him his soul magic, the working parts of his body and the emotion spectrum. He may not feel things as intensely as others and may be lacking a feeling in a certain way, but that didn’t mean they weren’t real. They’re substitutes for a reason, after all.

…Ah! They’ve arrived at his house.

Ink blinked, stopping on the first step and turning back to Error. “So…” he said, finding himself unable to think of what else to say. He shifted awkwardly and cleared his throat. “I’ll see you next Friday?” He tried to think back on what else was going on in school. “We have some sort of project to do or test to study for, right?”

Error nodded. “Yeah, I think so.” He fell silent too, but didn’t leave like Ink had expected. He lingered, clearly thinking about something with the way his arms slightly glitched around. He didn’t say anything, though.

“Anything else?” Ink asked, trying to prompt him.

The blush, which had died down as they walked over here, brightened again. “Um…yeah, actually.” Error straightened and fiddled with his sleeve. “Do you remember the lesson we had…I think it was a month ago? In Health?”

Ink rocked on his heels as he thought. It was times like these that he cursed his memory. A month ago…a month ago…he didn’t really remember a lot of the lessons from a month ago. But the ones that he did… “Do you mean the one about the different types of intimacy? I only recall that it was about intimacy, nothing specific.”

“Yeah…yeah, that’s the one.”

“Okay…why is it important?” Curious. Error rarely asked him if he could remember a lesson from as long as a month ago. He knew how bad Ink’s memory was, so why did he ask? And why now, of all times?

“I, uh…w-well…” Error stuttered. Error didn’t normally stutter. It was only when he glitched really badly and was on the verge of crashing that he stuttered, or lagged, as he liked to call it. Normally, though, he spoke fine, if quiet and almost echoey.

Speaking of glitches…the ones on his arms had quickened up a little. Not enough to be too worrying yet, but definitely something to watch over.

Frowning, Ink was just about to bring that to attention when Error spoke again, voice clearer. “Just…can you…raise your hand?” He slowly brought up a hand with the inside facing Ink, like he was to high-five someone. “Like this?”

Ink eyed him suspiciously.

One of the first things he had learned about Error was that the other had haphephobia. He couldn’t stand people touching him, as it usually caused a flurry of glitches in the touched spot, and sometimes it was so bad that the minute someone touched him, he crashed. Those days were few, but they have happened. Ink had been lucky that it hasn’t happened since meeting Error. But this fact he had taken in and committed to memory, determined to not trigger his friend like that.

He would hate himself, if he did.

But now Error was asking him to raise his hand? For what? He couldn’t see them high-fiving. It would be too painful for Error and frankly a bit of a reach for Ink (he hated being short like that). And because it would be painful, he couldn’t see why he had to raise his hand.

But he was curious.

Curiosity usually made his answers for him.

Just as slowly as Error did, Ink raised his hand, mirroring the one in front of him.

Error inhaled and…

Ink’s mind froze.

He could barely focus on Error stepping closer as excitement and happiness began to take over. The urge to squeal was overwhelming, but he reigned himself in as he knew that wouldn’t help Error at all. It would probably just make him run away and never come near Ink again. And he didn’t want that. So, he forced himself to stay still and stay quiet, eyes focused on the hand that started to come closer and closer to his.

He could see the black bones begin to glitch a ton and felt a spark of worry—despite what might just happen, he didn’t want Error to hurt himself. He would never want him to—he should speak up now. He should tell Error to stop and calm down.

They didn’t have to do it like this.

They didn’t even have to touch at all!

They didn’t…have to…

It was…warm.

Fuzzy.

The hands contrasted starkly and they would be stunning in a painting. The white of Inks and the black of Errors. They were different, but they looked so well together.

This…This had to be a dream.

But it wasn’t. There was a light touch to his bones, just enough to know that the hand against his was, in fact, against his and trembling ever so slightly and actually existed in the world and not just his imagination. Somehow, this made it even more surreal. He knew it was real…but he just couldn’t believe it.

If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.

Despite his promise to stay still, Ink shakily inhaled.

And just like that, the spell was broken.

Error retracted his hand and walked away quickly. Ink was slow to realize what was happening and so by the time his hand was up and the name of his tongue, his friend was already gone. He stood there with his arm outstretched, gazing at the house next door blankly.

He slowly looked down at his hand.

It still tingled.

Gently wrapping his other hand around it, not daring to actually touch, he brought the hands closer to his chest, right over where his soul would be.

It felt like something should be beating wildly in there.

It felt like some new emotion had been lodged in his substitutes.

And somehow, it felt like that contact, the light touch of hands, was far more intimate than a kiss had ever and would ever be.

[lover-of-skellies]

Angst prompt: either #1 or #15 with errorink—angst with a happy ending maybe??? Pls be gentle :S

Ayye, I gotcha dude :P I tried, so fingers crossed that you like it!

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"Geno? Geno wait!"

"Come back, please!"

"Geno?... What happened to you?..."

"Of course you're still Geno. What'd make you think you'd ever be anyone else?"

"Geno, come on. Give it up. You're not Error, you're Geno. That can never be changed."

Error felt tears begin to prick at his sockets and he opened his mouth, once again cut off by the ghostly voices that seemed to echo in the nothingness that surrounded him, "Error isn't who you are. All you'll ever be is Geno."

"Geno, Geno, Geno... Only Geno."

In a cold sweat, Error snapped out of his nightmare, nearly bolting out of bed and making a beeline for the door. On his side of the bed, Ink groaned softly, rubbing one of his sockets. Everything was so peaceful, and then out of nowhere, Error had left in such a hurry. Through the sleepiness that clouded his mind, Ink concluded that it must've been yet another nightmare.

Error's nightmares were becoming more and more frequent lately, and Ink furrowed his brow bones, concerned at the realization.

He sat up and briefly stretched his arms and legs beforw slipping out of bed and making his way over to the door, peeking out into the hall; as expected, Error was no longer there. The artist attempted to muffle a yawn, stepping out into the dark corridor and scratching the back of his skull. He glanced around, silent for a moment before he noticed what sounded like one of his desk drawers being rifled through. Still feeling drowsy and more than ready to get this over with so he could crawl back into bed with the destroyer, Ink began to follow the sound.

It didn't take him long to reach his destination, delicately pushing open his office door and stepping into the room, "What are you-?"

In a frenzy, Error had lashed out, casting a multitude of his signature sapphire threads in Ink's direction and lifting him up, quick to slam the unsuspecting artist into the nearest wall at full force. Error's sockets widened and upon realizing who'd been caught in his threads, he released Ink, snapping the desk drawer shut and quickly rushing over to the tattooed skeletons' side, "Shit, shit, shit. Sorry, Ink. You ok? I didn't expect you to come in here after me like that, I was just-"

Ink, now much more awake than before, let out a deep sigh, reaching up to take one of the black skeletons' hands, "Well, other than a mild headache, I'm alright. It's ok, Error, I promise."

Error helped him to his feet, a hand grasping his shoulder and delicately turning him, his multicolored hands moving to inspect the back of Ink's skull, "No, it's not ok. I could've really hurt you, idiot! What are you even doing out of bed at this hour?" Ink hummed softly and shrugged, hissing softly at the slight sting he felt as his shoulder moved the smallest bit, "I could ask you the same thing, Glitchy."

Error frowned, dropping his hands back down to his sides once he was satisfied that his partners skull hadn't taken too much damage, his voice a hesitant mumble, "....Another nightmare." Face drawn into a look of concern as he looked up at Error, the artist reached out to gently touch his arm through the fabric of his jacket sleeve, "Again?... You've been having them a lot lately. Are you feeling ok, Error?"

The glitch made a soft noise of uncertainty, not answering the question that'd been posed. Ink watched him for a brief moment before moving his hand lower down the other's arm, gently taking his hand, "We'll give it a couple weeks. If you have even one more nightmare, we're going to see Dream about it." Error's attention immediately focused itself on Ink's face, "Ink no, I don't need his help, I'll be fine."

Ink rolled his eyes, gently squeezing Error's hand, "That's what you always say though. Please, Error? Just this once? If Dream can't figure something out, we won't bug him again." Error stared down at the artist in silence, trying to find it in himself to refuse what had just been said. As he watched Ink's eye lights shift into a heart and a question mark though, he let out a deep sigh, caving under his partner's stare, "....Fine, fine, whatever. You're gonna make me do it anyway, so we might as well."

Just as quickly as they'd changed, Ink's eye lights shifted again, this time into a star and an exclamation point as he beamed up at black skeleton and leaned closer to press a soft kiss to his jaw, "Thank you, Glitchy... seriously." The glitch hummed, his cheekbones dusting a faint shade of blue as he grumbled, "Whatever, Squid. You owe me one."

Ink chuckled, playfully winking at the destroyer as he began tugging him back toward the open doorway, "I know, I know. If you pick up the pace a little, maybe we'll settle the score once we get back into bed." Error's blush darkened a noticeable degree and he huffed, shifting his gaze away from the shorter of the two, "You're unbelievable, y'know that?"

[unu-nunu-art]

What happened to all the errorink stuff?

I thought I uploaded this one 3 days ago~ ;D

And now, long post incoming!

I know a lot of people are following me for this here, and I totally understand why. I can absolutely assure you that it is still my one and only OTP and this will probably never change because these characters are the reason why I met my girlfriend! Which is super important! They are more than special to me because of that. Don’t worry.

Furthermore, @ask-glitch-and-squid exists, for exact that reason. A lot of people still haven’t caught onto that, but @lyoth737 and me are the mods! I know updates have been slow but I managed to pull one at the end of December (yay) and right now, we wanna try to keep it at a monthly update because our lives can’t take any more than that without going crazy.

Finally, there is this one wonderful thing called money. And now I’m gonna vent a bit. :D

The last half of 2017 didn’t go well for me. I had to buy a new car, which is essential for me in order to go to my work place once a week. I am a full time student, I currently study at the local university to become a bachelor of science one day, and I live from approximately 900€ per month - entirely on my own. You may not realize this, but I’m an adult. I am 27. I don’t live with my parents, and my parents lack money themselves so they can’t support me. My income is barely enough to pay the rent for my apartment, bills and stuff like food in order to survive, so buying a new car ripped a HUGE hole into my wallet, even if it was a cheap used thing (yet it’s very awesome and I wanna keep it as long as possible).

That is why I opened commissions. That is why I have a Patreon now. Because I wanna make art part of my income so things might become a little bit easier for me.

I don’t like to talk about my private life online. I really don’t like it. But maybe some people wanna know that this is currently my situation.

I go to university, have to take care of myself, work once a week and when I have free time, I draw. Every second weekend, I am meeting my girlfriend. We don’t live as far apart as others, but still not next door and it’s still quite bit of a distance to drive. We want to see each other at a regular basis regardless. So far, I couldn’t even study for exams and it’s driving me crazy because I should but I just can’t for several other reasons. I’ve recently worked mostly on commissions for (probably) understandable reasons while still doing some stuff like gifts and drawing for my blog and also agas updates in. Considering this is not my main job, that’s kind of an achievement I guess. And that’s why stuff I am personally interested in (if you haven’t noticed, there also haven’t been any major Template and Pale updates) suffered a bit recently. o o

Also, said car costed 300€ of repairs this month and probably will cost even more. That’s basically what I could horde by doing commissions. Poof, gone in a day. All the hard work for maintaining my situation. From the small amount of money from my Patreon, I could bring Tia to the vet because she had mites. I am still not sure if they are completely gone, but I guess she’s fine now…

Now I thought I can finally start to study, but today I discovered that my apartment is infested with parasites that are extremely difficult to get rid of and while not dangerous, I have no idea where these come from and it will definitely be a huge task (like 2 months at least according to several pages online!) to get rid of them! This will of course also eat away my time. I have no idea how I can possibly pass the exams right now and I… should probably find a way to clone myself to get everything done I wanna do.

So… yeah!

If you wanna help me out because you enjoy my content and my work, I have a Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/unununium If I reach the 50$ per month goal, I will make a monthly art raffle for free requests. Of course you guys could request some ErrorInk things, absolutely, I’d be more than grateful if you did! If I reach 100$, I will try to make monthly wallpapers and it’s up to you guys to vote what you wanna see! And if you can’t use Patreon, @ask-glitch-and-squid also has a ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/askglitchandsquid You are more than encouraged to send us asks for coffee goals, and I’m eternally grateful for the support, no matter how small it might be! I am currently working on the reward for the past stretch goal, by the way! ;D

And now you know the full story. This is why there currently is less ErrorInk stuff than it used to. Also Pale and Template exist now because I have a lot of fun with them. Long story short, I worked on commissions and I also have a life and I kinda wanna keep it that way. Being alive is nice. c:

If you made it all the way down, phew, good job, and thank you for reading this! I usually don’t do this, and please don’t be discouraged, @xronxxim, your question was alright and understandable, but this gave me a reason to explain myself a bit. No hard feelings at all! Also venting sometimes does wonders, right? Let’s just hope things will get better soon, so you will get not just more ErrorInk, but also more about Template and Pale - because I can assure you, I have a lot of things planned for them, too. ovo

[annaraebananawriter]

Art Block

Yellow everyone! Here, have another oneshot. 

It’s...not that long. Actually, I wouldn’t really consider it a oneshot, but I really wanted to get another oneshot out before 2021, so it’ll have to do. 

This oneshot was mostly just a vent of how I’m feeling right now. I know what I want to write, I know how to write it, but when I sit down to do it...nothing happens. It could be just a form of writers block, or I could be burned out, I have no idea.

So...yeah. Until next time, I guess?

Fandom: Undertale, but specifically Inktale and Errortale

Characters: Ink (Who belongs to Comyet) and Error (Who belongs to CQ)

Pairings: Hinted ErrorInk, but you can easily just read it as platonic, if you want.

Warnings: None, but let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 856

~oOo~

Ink stared at the blank canvas in front of him.

His grip on the brush tightened.

The image he wanted to painted burned in his head. The colours were vivid and every line was clear and smooth, sharp. He knew every detail he wanted to put into it. He knew how he could do it…but he couldn’t get his hand to move.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes.

It should be easy. He’d been painting all his life; he’s good at it. Nothing’s stopping him from being able to paint this specific image. He should be able to sit down, pick up a brush and just paint. His hand should be moving to the rhythm of his mind, quick and with a level of expertise that only comes with practice.

But there was a block.

Art Block.

The two words wrapped around him, holding his limbs in place. It held the image in front of every other thought, taunting him to just try and pick up the pencil or brush and then see what happens. It laughs at the frustration he feels as nothing happens and he sits for hours and stares at the whiteness of a blank canvas just begging to be painted.

It seemed silly that this thing would be the reason as to why he hasn’t painted in days, hasn’t finished anything for a month. It was a silly thing to be stopped by.

There was nothing he could do to stop it, however. He tried. He tried taking a break, finding other things to focus on instead. It didn’t work. Nothing worked. All that he could try now was sit and wait for this block to pass and hope that eventually he could sit down and paint again, without all the frustration of not being able to currently.

Even if he agreed to waiting it out, Ink still couldn’t help the anxiety that came with that. What if it’s a whole year before he’s able to paint again? What if his clients and the people that follow his social medias have to wait for that long until a new piece of work for him? So many things and not enough time.

He swallowed, finally letting the brush go.

He didn’t know why he even bothers trying anymore.

He should just wait it out. It’s a phase. It’s happened before (though maybe not for this long) and it’ll definitely happen in the future, but if he can’t do anything about it, isn’t it harmful to try and push himself to try and do it anyways? He’ll just feel worse and worse and then it’ll all cycle again.

Ink sighed.

“Ink?”

His eyes snapped open, immediately closing again at the sudden light that blinded him. He blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the change. He looked over to the door of the room.

Error stood there, eyes ridden with sleepiness and a hand still lingering on the light switch. “Ink?” He asked again, rubbing at his eye. “Why are you sitting in the dark at 2 in the morning staring at a canvas?”

Ink blinked. Was he really trying to paint in the dark? He must’ve been more desperate than he thought. “Uh…” He tried for a grin. “Sleepwalking?”

Error stared at him blankly for a minute before snorting. “Sleeppainting is more like it.” He glanced to the canvas, a light frown on his face. “How were you even supposed to see what colours you were putting on it?”

Ink shrugged. “I have no idea what I was thinking.” He really didn’t.

“Of course you don’t.” Error sighed, turning around. “Whatever. Come back to bed. It’s late and there’ll be plenty of time for you to paint in the morning.”

Ink hesitated, glancing to the canvas. It hadn’t changed.

“Ink.” He looked back at Error, who had turned back around when Ink didn’t move to follow him. The other glared at him. “You’re coming back to bed, even if I have to drag you there myself. Got it?”

Ink chuckled. “Got it.”

Error searched his face, looking for something that he apparently found. He nodded. “Good.” He turned back and started walking down the hall, raising his voice as he went. “Now, I’m going to complete my quest for a glass of water and I better see you in the bed when I return or so god help me—” His voice faded as he got too far away.

Ink chuckled again.

It didn’t seem like he had much choice in the matter.

He paused at the doorway, looking back at the canvas that still called to him. Shaking his head slightly at himself, he shut the light off and started back to the bedroom. Error would be irritated if he lingered any longer.

Besides…

No matter what happens, what his feeling may be of the matter, Ink could wait until he was able to paint without feeling so blocked. He knew it in his heart. Until then, he was lucky to have his friends, his family and, of course, Error to help him get through it.

Ink smiled.

Yeah. Everything would be fine.