#Splatter!Ink sans

[corvussnakee]

Oough. My brain is not braining. Anyway- I decided to color Splatter's sketch and add a lil bit to it so

*Tongue blep*

Look at mah boy!!! He's so fuckin perdy!!! Wawawawawawa!!!

Sort of a short post. I sorta wanna try to keep a constant upload going but that might fall short. I just wanna warn yall ahead of time. It's the ADHD + Depression combo. Mix those two together and you get this acidic bullshit that melts through your brain.

But ya, I'd honestly say that just posting blocks of text on posts helps to get myself going. Also all the support, even if it's small compared to most, I take in with so much joy! You don't know how happy I get when I see even just... Like, a handful of people like my stuff!

I like being small, I know it won't last forever but this is manageable. I hope to never blow up one day. A steady pace will always be my go to.

[keuwibloom]

Inktobertale 2023 day 31: Halloween

Happy (late) halloween from Ink and his kiddies!

Ink by Comyet

Blueprint by pepper-mint

Palette by lasserbatsu

Splatter by @sketchingstars03

Acrylic by @hexcia

Paper Jam by 7goodangel

Gradient by askcomboclub

[sketchingstars03]

”You are always safe with me”

the autism™️ was begging me to draw more of these two I can’t help it

also hey my sketch bg is different now

ink sans by @/comyet

teeny sploot by me

[maripapercat]

the more I try to escape the more I get absorbed in the fandom, so last night I started looking on pinterest for all error and ink fanchilds I could find, I tried to find the credits of all but I couldn't, I'll probably draw them all at some point as I want to draw them (and many others that I found and didn't fit on the canvas) in more detail

credits ☟︎

inspired by this

Paper Jam - @7goodangel

Gradient - @askcomboclub

Drop - uyuni-piyo ?

Den - @thenerdartkid ?

Design - @pepper-mint

Cinnamon - @thesmallsoul ?

Spilled ink - @edythilusion

Bonbon - @sosozsofieia

Sketch - @winterbreh20 ?

Stylus - @romandraconics

White ink- @sapphirescarletta123

Pandora - @zsofieia

Caper Pen - @lostorigin

Glim - not found

Errin - @verinel2

Despair/spectrum- andrewture (toyhouse)

Guffe - seaseelie (twitter)

Adobe - 80sneoncowboy (twitter)

Spatter and splatter - nutella kuu ?

Rain - @xxxxsrtaluna

Monochrome - @kamigarin

Graphite - petra (amino)

Wrongink and overlay - not found

Acrylic - @drawsomeshet

hey, here are more errorink fanchilds in case you are interested :]

[paintedkinzy-88]

… I’ve had this for like a year and I honestly don’t know why I never posted it. So here ya go. How I think Dragon Ink would look, as just a normal, non skelegod dragon ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[a-typical-nightowl]

INKTOBERTALE DAY 17 - Magician another two for the price of one because i had two ideas - a magician splatter - a magical girl squid INKTOBERTALE DAY 17 - Magician another two for the price of one because i had two ideas - a magician splatter - a magical girl squid

edit: forgor the cheek splatter

[errordient]

Time for Splatter!!

Splatter has dyslexia, DPD (dependent personality disorder), and auDHD (autism and ADHD). He’s also abrosexual, transfem, and pangender and uses any pronouns. He also loves wearing dresses whenever he can even if he gets paint all over them. She’s super clumsy and trips over herself often.

Flags from highest to lowest:

Abrosexual - someone who has a fluid or changing sexual orientation.

Transfem - describes a person, transgender or otherwise (generally but not exclusively one who was assigned male at birth) who seeks to present femininely, identifies as more female than male.

Pangender - someone who identifies as all genders either all at once or fluidly.

Splatter by @/askcomboclub

[frannstrash]

You've got a friend request!

I think i'll start reposting all my art here too, since twitter is being a dumpster fire rn

I have a lot of art to post, but first i'll start with some doodles of my son bc my gallery is a mess and i can't think of anything else

(Ink sans by comyet / myebi!)

[marblez-art-studio]

I finished the flesh and bone animation.

spoilers for underink, my comic! the animation is lazy at first but the art gets better as it goes so dont be too quick to judge

slight blood warning, watch at your own risk.

I opened an ask box if you want to ask any of the charaters a question! you can ask me, Marble, Kamau(undyne), Ryuu(mk), Splatter, Flowey, any of the inklings, ink sans, or error anything!

reblogs are a great help

have a good day!

[simpalert]

refugee au-a undertale au

tw:dark stuff mentions, death, exacution, war, stuff like that

this is isnpired by what core frisk has

basically a au were a bunch of characters from different undertale aus reside and stay safe and happy.

heres a list of everyone so far

barbie:a peppy muffet from the destroyed au of ribbontale, super nice and social, loves to bake

unknown:from a unknown au, he was kicked out for being a glitch, shy and very jumpy. can not handle being yelled at thnx to trauma, wears oversized stuff alot

cora:young and very quiet, practically mute, was exiled from theyre au cus they were framed for the murder of her family

frisktem:frisk, but a temmie, that's it

metalore:very sassy and super sweet, goes by any pronouns [she/he/they/it] their au was wiped/erased

spark:very shy, and also close to mute, not as much as cora but close. he was to be executed in his au but was saved

splatter:a rejected version of ink who was going to be wiped but was saved, is awkward and shy at first but is really nice

loss:a monster kid from a war torn au, lost his eyes and is blind. follows any adult he hears around, is somehow so chipper and peppy even after everything

fallen:is a papyrus whose au was distroyed in a war, he was a soldier in it, he lost his arm, was seen as a hero in his au, very tired [bbys got insomnia]. misses his brother who died in his au, alot

atlas:a shy and loving gaster, war destroyed his au, lost his sons in the war, a lil jumpy and shy but really sweet

there will be more characters added, i just need to design and name them

[evthemango]

WELCOMING BACK... MINUSCULETALE IN MY STYLE OF STORY.

BUTTERFLY EFFECT.

Introducing Ink's full redesign! I needed to truly think things through and now I have what I want in mind for the story, lore, etc.

Ink is a royal of his colony, like in the original he was set up with Cross to be mated for life and rule the butterfly colony together, in this that is still true, but, a life-threatening flash flood destroys Ink's set out path in life and his wing, now he needs to make it back home before... Well... He doesn't quite know what would happen if he did or didn't make it back home "in time", but he doesn't want to find out, plus, his new travelling buddy sometimes looks right about ready to gobble him up in a few swift bites.

His armour is colour-coded with his actual canon outfit for his Sans variant, and each warrior has a helmet corresponding with their greatest victory, Ink's being that he defended the colony from a rogue acidic ant and lived to tell the tale, though in the battle, he gained scars across his face that people say look like paint splatter.

CREDIT: INK - @comyet

Minusculetale - goopy_artist / Salva / @inky-shops (JUST FOUND OUT THEY'RE ON TUMBLR LMAO)

(Edited, forgot Ink's second abdomen)

[corvussnakee]

Okay, Somehow posting a thingy with all my fuckin complaints n shtuff has helped to get my fuckin brain rolling again. Or maybe it's due to the fact that I've officially decided to open up questions to everyone and not just Rotten.

This also sorta spells the end of Rotten's ask blog... I'm sorry, truly am. Maybe one day I can bring back an Ask Blog but for right now, nah.

Besides that...

MEET SPLATTER name pending... YALL!!

Bro I am so happy with his design. I swear, Both my Ink designs are just absolute chaos. Though I guess that's due to the fact I view Ink as being quite chaotic.

It just gets x10-ed in my head.

Anyway, so uh. How'd he get the hole in his skull? That was from his Error. They got into a little itty bitty baby fight and next thing you know he's gotten a hole in his skull.

But don't worry, Dusk/Apathy(His Dream) patched him all up and gave him some cool new chompers!!!!

Fun little personality stuff and fun facts just because why not:

- Very energetic, very easy to excite.

Bro is a ball of energy. I like to think that he just can not physically sit still. He has to be doing something. Messing with his clothes, rocking, tapping a foot, drumming his fingers on the table, he's gotta be doing something. Also it's very easy to get him riled up, especially if you bring up stuff he's interested in. Say one key word and bro is going on a full blown villain type monologue.

- Main choice of Fashion: Yami Kawaii (inspired)

I just thought it fit him. He's got like, a pill pin on the back of his scarf that helps it to keep its bow shape. Honestly he wears a lot of bandages and band aids over his bones because of the various scarring he got from his Error. Dude was not in a good situation, at all, but don't worry. He got his revenge >:3

- Doesn't drink viles.

Okay, so when Splatter first came into being I had this idea of him going feral and having to eat others to quell his hunger, thus allowing him to turn back to normal. But that didn't seem right, especially with how he is now. I mean, he still goes feral-ish but it's more controlled. But then why is this like- where are his viles? He can't drink them anymore. After the hole incident he struggles heavily to drink liquids. So most of the paint just splatters on out. But, surprise surprise that's not the only way he can get colors!! Turns out monster souls hold a shit ton of colors in them. They're like rainbow jelly-filled donuts (God that feels so morbid to say). So he eats souls to get his colors, though the souls sorta... Like... Explode jusssttt... a bit when bitten into so you can tell very easily if he just got back from a hunt. His entire front half is just covered in bright rainbow splatter.

- Childish.

He has a childish spunk to him. At least, in all my daydreams he gives off childish vibes. Just a simple little thing. He can get serious when he wants to be, but most of the time he's an annoying lil shit.

I'm gonna just put it here but both DB and Splatter have little to no respect for the Omega Timeline/Those in power. Dusk and His Cross have a bit more respect but it's more so in the sense of "We're only being nice and respectful of you because you have valuable information"

The Stars have, I guess, gone rouge. Which I like to think the Omega Timeline's council absolutely hates.

Any who, there's Splatter.

Og Ink belongs to @comyet

[suiseisyojo]

because i am sinful, this body will rot away

「overblot!riddle rosehearts x gn!reader」 ↳ ever since you arrived in twisted wonderland, riddle had looked after you. the you who felt so lost and empty, they thought that maybe you'd accept whatever love you could get. cw: [name] is yuu/mc, general yan themes (one forced kiss), riddle's bg mention a/n: [pt. 1] just 1.5k of word vomit describing my adoration for overblot riddle♡

You don’t remember what it felt like to be whole, to be filled with purpose and meaning.

As tears speckled your dampening eyelashes, you blinked while a rush of scorching pain suffused through your body. Trembling in agony, your hands pushed your body upwards and you scrutinized your hazy surroundings.

Beyond the blanket of murky mist whipping around, massive bushes aligned with roses encased the garden of your resting spot; the shapes akin to hearts and royalty. Blotted card soldiers punctuated the outskirts around you, and your tongue felt sordid just looking at them.

“Where am I⋯?” you whispered to yourself, watching how your breaths reflected solemnly in the thick air. You could feel the bluster across your cheeks, pieces of thorns and twigs snapping through each [breeze], burning your legs and tearing apart your uniform. “Ah, that’s right⋯ Heartslabyul. Ace-kun and Deuce-kun were fighting——”

“[Name], this is what happens when you disobey me, and now,” a familiar, yet discordant voice called out to you from your pitiful silhouette on the ground, “are you going to be good for me; or do I have to punish you again?”

Peering upwards, your gaze fell upon 「Riddle Rosehearts」— heaps of ink coated his pallid skin and clothes as the daunting, oppressive figure of a beheaded queen emerged from behind him. The Queen of Hearts who operated solely on the arbitrary darkness of her own choosings, obsessed with order and control. 

“I expect an answer when I’m talking! No response other than ‘Yes, Riddle-sama’ is acceptable!!”

Wretched misery smoldered behind the cavernous depths of his euphoric high—the high born from his inundation of blot. You look at him through your dazed stare; do you feel fear? Pity? Why do you have no desire to flee? Even with all this pain inflicted onto your body, you⋯ stay put.

“I-I’ll be good,” you choked out between heavy breaths, gradually beginning to lift yourself back up. A short distance from you laid an abundance of Heartslabyul students converging together in piles.

Just what did he do?

“——But are you okay, Riddle-san?”

The question spilled from your lips in a soft whisper, a prayer spoken from your heart. It had Riddle’s eyes widening, a flick of his wrist following as the gargantuan blot queen floated rapidly towards you.

Drip, drop.

You blinked and in an instant you felt yourself being scooped up into its frigid, slimy hand. Your back pressed against its palm, the inky blot roiling beneath you, and its elongated fingers confined you into its clasp.

Drip, drop.

Heeled shoes dug into eroded grass as Riddle sauntered over to you with precise steps, and he extended his hand to you.

“How am I expected to trust you’ll listen to my rules without disobedience? Do you think asking some foolish questions is going to save you from not answering?” Riddle asked austerely, his ink-stained fingers tracing along your quivering jaw, smearing splatters of blot into your skin.

Slowly, you shook your head; your own quietude was eerie, yet you couldn’t help but to continue looking upon him. Your precious Riddle.

“I understand what happens if I don’t listen to you,” you answered as you steadied yourself in the queen’s hand, a delicate hand coming out to touch his tarnished cheeks. You needed to placate Riddle, not exacerbate his rampage.

“Hm, do you really understand? If so, then, kiss me,” Riddle ordered with a sardonic smirk, his hot breath fanning across your cheek as his mouth brushed against you. “Ever since you came here, you’ve been far too vulnerable. Ah, but I suppose your kindness is my sin to keep, isn’t it?”

Fluttering your eyes shut, you felt trepidation pervade in your gut.

Is he all you know in this strange world of Twisted Wonderland, and thus you can’t bring yourself to leave his side? No. It’s because you’re becoming him; engulfing everything he has to offer and storing it inside you. You can’t separate yourself from him—not when you both need each other to feel full, whole.

You knew the hole in Riddle’s heart is so deep, he can feel how it aches with his every breath. And if you reached into his chest and searched for something, anything, your hands would only end stained in black.

That’s why, at this rate, he’s going to fill you up with pitch-black ink too.

Distantly, a child cries. Somewhere far within the rose maze, guarded behind rows and rows of card soldiers, lies 「a child bound by rules with no reason」.

Underneath your fingertips, you could feel a faint thrumming starting; it was warm yet lonely, inviting and calling out to you—begging for you to stand back up against the blood red queen in front of you.

Ink dripped and trailed from his face onto yours as you felt his mouth connecting with yours, deep and forceful. As if this kiss was an absolute sacrament that was meant to happen in the warped wonderland Riddle wished to create.

As Riddle parted from you, leaving a heavy blot along your lips—a stain of a reminder to everyone that this day, you had been marked, claimed by him—his smirk only imposed onto you an unending yearning.

“‘I’ want to bring him back⋯!”

As if galvanized by the invisible voice that wept out for you, your hands shoved against his chest and you stumbled from the interstices of the queen’s fingers. Tottering to your feet once more, you held onto yourself tightly⋯

“——After them! Don’t let them escape, soldiers! Capture them, now, now, now!”

⋯so tightly your numbed fingers could feel the force in which you dug into your own flesh.

Riddle’s horrifying screams resounded behind you as card soldiers upon card soldiers pursued you, the unjust ire emanating from him nearly tripping you.

You followed along a vein of heat that permeated beneath the soles of your shoes into the Rose Maze, granting feeling to your nerves, and you looked desperately for the source of the wailing. Your vision was obscured by the frenzied mist, scattered streaks of blot deluged the billows of grass and roses, and you spotted a shimmering red glowing from deeper within.

Glimpsing behind you, from above the hedges, you espied the lances of the soldiers bouncing up as they ran and ran, getting closer to your position. Of course they would know the maze’s layout better than you, this is your first time inside it.

You fixated on following that red light, turning around twisting corners until you lost your footing from a vine; you barrelled into the hedges, rolling until you were stopped by an invisible force.

Despite the pain, you brought your gaze onto the new area of the maze—in the farthest reaches.

A red gleam shone around you, pitch-black silhouettes of teacups and books and treats swirled around the air. In the middle of this vacant-feeling space was a sobbing child, one with red hair and despairing eyes.

“You’re,” a hiccup, “finally here!”

“Riddle-san⋯?” Mesmerized, you slowly made your way over to the child. His sobs were lagging, matching that of your weak breathing, and you could feel his pain burn your skin even from the distance you were at.

You sauntered over to him, steadily as to not trip again, and extended your hand out. The closer your fingers reached for him, the more emotion that swelled in your chest.

This dream truly felt alive to you, as if he was wailing out.

And you still didn’t know why the fog obfuscating your mind wasn’t lifting, making you so readily accept an irregularity such as this but you can’t help but feel like you belong here—as if you were always meant to find and comfort this crying child.

Why had they brought you here? You wondered, the question gyrating before dissolving into nothingness as a memory of misery filled your aching heart.

A young Riddle clinging onto his mother’s dress as hot, thick droplets of tears cascaded down his flushed cheeks; mortification and devastation contorting such an innocent countenance. Apologies spewed from his lips, the once glistening strawberry tarts he longed for colorless and rotten.

Your arms enveloped the young Riddle, laying your warmth over his tender flesh.

“[Name], we were waiting all this time for you,” he spoke, his voice garbled and distorted, reminding you that this was nothing more than an afterimage, “Ever since you arrived in Twisted Wonderland, we felt right again. You’re not going to abandon us, are you?”

“Abandon Riddle-san? No⋯ I-I couldn’t,” you whispered, fingers carding through the young boy’s hair as you spoke with a mollifying tone; to soothe and comfort his hurt.

“Yay! Because you need us too,” he told you, his hand coming up to rest over your chest; feeling the heat of your heartbeat, “you came here because you were empty. You need someone to fill in the pages of your lonely, empty soul. But that’s also why⋯ you have to bring him back.”

Your blurry, tear-soaked vision continued to ravage your grasp on the situation; you sat there, holding onto the young Riddle, overburdened by bits and pieces of memories from the past. What were you suppose to do right now?

Just as that thought entered your mind, you heard the sound of swift footsteps as card soldiers flooded into the hollow space; and you squinted your eyes to see them better.

Their thin lips moved, and all you could hear was, “Queen Riddle ordered us to bring them back—or it’s off with all our heads!!”

And you were subsequently drowned in black as every single soldier pounced on you at once; and you vividly remembered in that moment using your body to shield the young Riddle from their onslaught.

[sketchingstars03]

so a lil while back I got the idea for a funny comic in my head and uh

Hehe~ She was asking a genuine question PaperJaper come on lighten up a lil /lh /j

This isn’t canon at all to Splattertale lmao I just felt like drawing all three of these goobers in the same place.

Ink by @/Comyet

Paper Jam by @/7goodangel

Palette by @/lasserbatsu

[arthurrei07]

actverse / take on swap!sans / pt. 2

tws: mentioned v10lence, curse words, mentioned accidental drüg usage, bl00d, implied nüdity, implied minor character dë4ths, mentioned g0re.

ship: dreamberry.

(the tws are a bit violent but the story is not as bad as the tws. stay safe either way 💓)

~

“Dream.”

Swap watched Dream dip his pen into the ink case, cling it around in the glass and pull it back as the pitch black ink dripped on the surface of the wooden desk, and then onto the document. Dream, furiously, scribbled something on the paper; the thick liquid messing the original paper as it wetted it.

“Dream.” Swap called out again, his hoarse voice cracking as he talked. As he got no response, he budged towards Ink—yanking his own spear from his hands as Ink flinched back. His right hand fixed its grip on his spear as it nearly slipped through his bloody fingers, and Swap harshly banged the staff on the marble floor.

Dream flinched at the loud noise, his head perking up from the desk. And Swap saw the terror in his eye; absolutely stunned by the mix of green leaking from Swap’s mouth and nose as more dark green stained his clothes, black and red garnishing all over his face and well, solidified hair.

He bolted up from his place, an ear-killing screech rising from the chair as it bulged back.

“Swap? What—What in the stars?” Dream tried to get rid of his coat as he pulled it off of his backside, hurriedly scooting away from the desk.

“What in the stars? Are you fucking kidding me?” Swap left his spear down on the floor as the metal part rattled around with a loud clank and aggressively shook his hand in the air, his blood splattering onto the ground.

His orbs followed Dream as he creeped up to him, Dream’s face turning pale.

“What—What happened?” Dream’s eyes ran up to meet with Swap’s, Swap’s eyes boring back into Dream’s.

“My universe is gone, is what happened,” Swap licked his lips, his spit burning the busted wounds as his face scrunched sourly. Swap huffed out of his clogged nose, the flowing blood spilling out as it dripped onto his armor from his chin.

Dream took a full glance at Swap before turning to Ink — then to Swap again. His eyes narrowed, “Are you… influenced?”

“—He got shot by a bear tranquilizer,” Ink blurted out as Swap just started talking, earning a half assed glare from him. Ink’s voice lowered as if Swap wouldn’t acknowledge him when he talked, “…Murder got him from his butt.”

“That fucking bastard. Shot me from my butt? How dare he—“ Swap’s passive-aggressive muttering faded into something like a shrill whisper and his eyes blinked, not syncing. He felt himself wobble on his feet—almost as if he was swaying in the bare air — wind swinging him around, and he would have most probably crashed on the floor if it wasn’t from Dream.

“Alright. Let’s get you bandaged up. You too, Ink.” Dream lifted Swap onto his chest as he got him in a bridal position in his arms, carrying him out of his office.

Swap could barely make out what Dream and Ink spoke about, his ears receiving the soft whispers only as faint, passing sounds. His head pulsed with every passing moment, his eyes fading in and out of focus. He was drifting in and out of consciousness.

Suddenly, after a good while of just black, a burst of cold water hit his body, jolting him fully back to consciousness. The sudden temperature change caused him to gasp — his body coming back to its senses.

Swap shivered, teeth clattering as he and Dream made eye contact.

“I need you to bear with me until I get you clean,” Dream’s eyes darted back to the faucet, turning the switch to hot.

Right. Swap’s focus shifted on the tub, and he was literally in his own blood in it. Not only that but his body was covered in grime, sweat and dirt. Water did little to help in this situation, only causing him to groan every time it burnt his injured skin.

He could only imagine what Dream was obligated to see—and feel, since he was going to bathe him, sticky and green blood — dotted with pieces of dirt.

The whole scene was truly disgusting.

“It’s fine,” Dream said, his voice soft. He reached out for what seemed like a bottle of shampoo, getting a bit of it into his left palm as he placed the bottle down somewhere on the ground — cupping both of his hands until the shampoo separated equally.

“Alright,” Dream got closer and Swap noticed that he had got rid of all of his fancy clothes — just in his black bodysuit, “I am going to wash your head. Do you have any wounds there?”

Swap sighed, “No.”

And Dream’s tender hands started stroking his hair, rubbing and massaging his scalp. Swap felt his rock solid hair soften under his palms, and the shampoo started to foam up. Swap huffed as his pounding head relaxed when Dream rubbed his temples, his body unclenching from the firm grip.

Dream took the header, gently rinsing Swap’s hair as the blood and the foam ran down from his shoulders and down to his body. Swap groaned as the shampoo stung his wounds — and suddenly realized—oh Gods, he was naked?

A weird sense of panic took him over, but was immediately calmed down by Dream’s thumb rubbing over to his shoulder.

Dream said nothing, but Swap could feel that he was also low key embarrassed.

Next up was his body. Every time Dream tried to softly clean his wounds, Swap hissed painfully — his nails digging into his own laps.

Dream basically did what he could do as Swap kept jerking away, at least got to clean the dirt off.

Then, warm water poured down from his hair again, the dirt getting off him and down into the drain hole.

After they were done, Dream took a towel from the side, softly pressing it against his hair as he drained it. Then, he lowered it down to his body, wrapping him with it. Swap’s mind filled with the scent of Dream, and wondered if it was Dream’s towel or if he was in Dream’s chambers.

Dream gently brushed Swap’s bangs out of his eyes, and then cupped his cheeks, taking a look at his lips, “…Who busted your lips? They look—uh, fine, but—“

“—Don’t lie, Mr. Smiles and Rainbows,” Swap flinched when Dream’s thumb stroked his bottom lip, “I know that they look bad as shit.”

They shared some glances, Dream’s worried and Swap’s a bit frustrated, and Swap decided to speak up, “…Killer. He punched me because I stabbed Murder.”

“You stabbed Murder?” Dream breathlessly let out, his teeth baring up, “You stabbed Murder.”

“I am not a fragile little Nymph. I don’t play ‘pretty’ and ‘beautiful’ when someone fucks up my territory to the ground,” Swap scoffed, a pastel colored blood ran down from one of his nostrils, and he quickly sniffed it back.

“…About your universe,” Dream’s palms backed up from Swap’s face and to the tub’s edge, fingers pattering in the edge one by one as he opened his mouth to talk—getting cut off by Swap.

“—Other than Papyrus — who literally got his arm torn out, everyone is pretty much dead.”

Swap couldn’t help but gaze up at the white ceiling, his fingers slowly tracing the edge of the tub as he finally felt as if the tranquilizer had worn off, and actually struggled to take in the extent of the damage.

Alphys, Asgore, Undyne were gone. Not only them, everyone was gone.

As his breaths mingled in the warm air, his throat hurt. Swap kept his eyes rested on the ceiling, his mind still trying to process what had happened—the deaths of everybody he knew and cared about.

“…Let’s bandage you up, alright? We can talk about this later.”

“…Okay.”

~

Swap/Blue Sans belongs to the AU Community

Dream Sans belongs to @jokublog

Ink Sans belongs to @comyet

Murder/Dust Sans belongs to @ask-dusttale

Killer Sans belongs to @rahafwabas

Actverse belongs to me

~

hoped you liked it!! dreamberry are my babies 😭😭🥺🥺

[a-typical-nightowl]

INKTOBERTALE DAY 6 -Stickers you get three for the price of one :3 Spritz, Squid and Splatter (left to right)