#errorink kids

[juniemunie]

maybe Gradient being able to talk to only Error's puppets can benefit Template too (very unlikely)

Gradient by @/askcomboclub

Template by @/unu-nunu-art

Error by @/loverofpiggies

[junipers-insects]

Uh??? Babsies???????

Scarf.f harnesses ..

[ari-cuno]

First impressions!!

A quick doodle idea I had where Axel brings Aim to his parents to properly introduce him. Axel gets called out-

Axel belongs to me.

Aim belongs to @zu-is-here

[cakesmelons]

this was originally gunna be longer, but holy shit i spent way more time on this than i wanted

[yeloenk]

uhhhhhhhh old shipkid redesign at three freaking am

cannot type properly im gomna have a stroke

shes a girl btw because i cant help but make all my shipkids girlbosses appearently

[pepperonipizzafan1]

yyytehya

[maso-kit]

Gradient Sans doodles!!!

[iamanobody7777]

Agaze :)

OmniPaper kid

Belongs to: meeeeee

[galacii-gallery]

Got a full ref now for the boy, might draw him with some other Error/Ink ship kids tomorrow(?)

Behold, Tint.

[cyantt-does-stuff]

Ooo, a parallel!

Oh fuck a parallel-

[juniemunie]

Hee hoo more of the fam! ( ≧ᗜ≦)

Ft ideas:

-Error having Geno's glitches when hes unstable (and maybe even his eye melting,,, tho you rarely get to see it)

- PJ's comfort food is just some weird concoction Ink and Error made thats just error's strings and purple paint and called it "homemade ramen"

It sounds so dumb but its probably a really good healing item for him if he lost his strings=structure somehow.

-Gradient and Error communicate through puppets. Both of them are too socially awkward when face to face so this is for the best lmfao

-Ink building lil mini metatton robots!! Did you know his dad taught him how to build machines and studying astrophysics? Its so he learns to be less dependent on his paints and powers. I wish ppl draw him doing stuff like this more ; w ;

Error by @/loverofpiggies

PJ is by @/7goodangel

Gradient is by @/askcomboclub

Ink by @/comyet

[mimicsapprentice]

Miss / Missy / Miss Paint | She/they | ErrorInk kid

Notes / trivia:

Feminine

Arospec (Cupio, Ficto), Pan, Polyam

Magic colour is missing-texture pink (& black)

Can draw pixels / pixel-art into reality

Can use either the pencil or their fingers. Pencil can be any colour but fingers are limited to the colour of the fingertip.

Can use the charms on her belt to undo / redo things (there are limits of course)

Still not entirely sure on what all of her abilities are nor their limits.

Only child (love her as they may, both hope it stays that way)

Has bad vision in the missing-texture socket

MS paint kin (/srs)

Friendly & excitable; loves meeting new people & getting to explore! Has a big personality (hard to miss her in a room).

Has been called childish before. More just very curious about everything and enjoys the beauty in small things. Also can not sit still / is always on the move

Tech whizz

Has full control over her windows. Can move them where she wants & have them display mostly whatever she wants. (yes she drew fanart of her parents. Ink was very proud & Error was bemused by it)

Her glitches don't particularly bother her, they're just a part of who she is.

Loves bright colours!! So much!!

Design notes

Section with the ErrorInk art is a drawing window and can display anything at all. Mainly has emoticon scribbles on it

Drawing + Colour sections can be 'closed' to just the top bars

Her arrow eyelight can change to point at anything / in any direction

She is wearing flip-flops but can wear any sandal-type shoe

Extra verse thoughts / notes:

Her parents are NOT dating / romantically involved. They are in a wavership & have a good relationship though. Nor did they really mean to make her? If they even made her? They're not really sure where she came from & no one will tell them

I don't know yet who raised her? If it was Ink & Error or if it was someone else?? I have had thoughts about it being the SwapBros but dunno! She definitely views most of those in/close-to the Stars Sanses are her extended family. Including Dream's partner & kids.

[ari-cuno]

Happy (late) Father's Day <3

We don't choose our dads, but it's good to be grateful for the life they give you. I decided to go with Aelis and Error since she's the baby of the family during this point and she gets to see the best of Error.

The destroyer will glady accept a gift from one of his little kiddos.

[yeloenk]

edit: her name is vellum >:-D

(she's a paperlux kid btw ^_^ design may or may not be final, idk yet tbh)

[pepperonipizzafan1]

PJ

[orange-artblog]

I wrote a little thing :D (it‘s a little sad… sorry! (not)) (and possibly also ooc) (and not finished!) vAim belongs to @zu-is-here / Axel belongs to @ari-cuno /writing by me

Another loud explosion echoes in the half-ruins of what once was a peaceful, neutral AU. The loud sounds have already become background noise. Maybe one day he‘ll lose his hearing because of this, but it‘s the least of his concerns right now.

What was he feeling? How will he ever tell? He misses them again. So dearly

The prankster that had said he knew his father hadn‘t shown up again since their first encounter, quite some years ago. Perhaps he had imagined him, hallucinated just another figure in his never-ending misery. It would make sense, that he was starting to lose it. He‘s not even sure anymore what‘s going on.

Heh, never-ending. It really felt like that. On some days, it was so much harder to not let that feeling of deep sadness win once and for all. That his misery would never end, no matter what he tried or which things he changed in his story. He begged before, for the pain to end, but no one heard his pleas. Nobody came

Like he was utterly alone. Forever. Cursed by something passed down to him by- He didn‘t want to think about it. It only increased the rate at which the goggles he wore filled up with water. He wished he would not cry so much.

On any other day the amount of residents in this part of town would‘ve bothered him more, but not today. The screaming didn‘t matter to him like it should have. He did not glance when a father took his child into his arms and ran away from another collapsing building

Did everything have to remind him of them?

But with the way the fog built up and worse around him did the screaming also fade into the background, just as the explosions did.

The town laid to ruin was small. Smaller than the usual city, but there were more than 50 residents, surely.

Faintly, he hears it. Frantic footsteps from the distance, rubble landing on the floor. But those footsteps didn‘t seem to be running away from him, no… They were.. Approaching him? Off-putting, when anyone else was currently running away from the trouble.

The steps were getting louder, eventually coming to a stop. It appeared that whoever it was still kept their distance from him. Likely, they didn‘t want to accidentally be punched. how would they know to keep their distance? Exploding sounded worse than just being punched, but sure.

No matter.

He clutches another explosive in his hand. The wristwatch he has glimmers and blinks. The fire does not settle. Perhaps it never will. Despite there being practically nothing left to burn, he still feels it. The hole in his chest grew larger with every flame rekindled.

Right. The person behind him. He lifts his goggles to see better, but does not turn around yet.

They sound out of breath. The glimps of voice that he can already hear from them feels familiar. But his mind… Can‘t connect the stray pieces. He doesn‘t give the feeling further thought.

„Aim! Stop! It’s enough- You’ve- This isn‘t what you want!“ He hears coming from behind him. He wonders why the light glitch in their voice feels like another home

Could he be the stranger again, that said he knew his dad?.. No, no, their voices were much too different for such a connection. And the prankster didn‘t yell when he had… Done some necessary demolition, unlike this.. stranger. (The houses were about to fall apart anyway, he told himself. Over and over.) Why did saying „stranger“ feel wrong again?

„… How would you know what I want?“ his own voice comes out as raspy. He hasn‘t spoken in quite some time now, having no one to listen to him as much as he remembers, and the added amount of sludge in his throat (naturally occurring when you cry, of course) didn‘t help. He cleared his throat before continuing on, for his own comfort „'Cuz I don‘t recall ever telling you anything.“

„… You have, I promise. It‘s just been a while.“ Thinking about it, the tone did seem more familiar now. He was given a strange sensation of deja vu, and somewhere inside him he wondered if it’d ever stop. „Please, look at me. Let‘s talk this out instead.“

(Inside, he wished to remember. He couldn‘t.)

… Sure, whatever. When he turns, the figure that meets him must be someone he‘s acquainted with. Just blurred, with his cheeks still stained wet and warm. Their bones were dark and there were marks on their face. Hm.

((- 1/? ))