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swiftmitsu · 27 days ago
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afterdeath 👁️👁️
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you ask and i shall deliver 🥰
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m1lkt00th · 8 days ago
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attacked in my own home ;(
LET ME GET UP
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[ @forgettingcrowbin , @faux-mance ]
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elizakai · 7 days ago
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JUST FINISHED PLAYING MOUTHWASHING
AND OH MY GOD!?
OH MY GOD!?
I UNDERSTAND THE HYPE NOW OH MY GOD..!?!??
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mazunox · 9 months ago
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✾ 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 ✾
Entry for @forgettingcrowbin DTIYS! I enjoyed it a lot! Congrats on 1K!!!
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un-dermask · 9 months ago
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Joining @forgettingcrowbin Dtiys 😭💕💕💕
You know I am always here for afterdeath 💕💕💕💕
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darkapples13 · 1 year ago
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I love these two so I decided to make a drabble with these two!
Palette was a budgie.
His parents knew that fact well but they never really liked it. They never really liked it due to one key thing Palette loved to do. He loved to sing.
All day he would sing when he was younger, singing loudly and as proud as he could be. At first Dream and Ink found it cute and something Palette would grow out of when he got older. Buy Palette seemed to never stop singing. So they had to put a stop to it.
“Palette darling you can’t sing anymore.” Dream told the young Palette who was about 6 at the time. “But why Dad? Why can’t I sing?” He asked. Dream sighed and hugged him tightly making sure he was safe and secure. “Because Palette singing is dangerous it can attract bad things.” Dream lied to the child.
Palette gasped and hugged his Dad tighter wanting to stay safe in his warm L̶o̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ embrace. And with that simple rule Palette never sang, but Dreams wings seemed to grow smaller whenever he was around Palette after he made the rule. But he was just happy that the house was finally quiet.
But this rule proved to be a small problem just a few days later. Palette had just woken up he was heading downstairs while Dream and Ink were in the kitchen making breakfast. They were making pancakes and had the radio playing a popular song in the background. Dream and Ink were singing along and having fun while making the delicious pancakes when… “STOP STOP! Danger! No sing! Stop!” Palette screeched.
He grabbed the radio and threw it across the room covering his ‘ears’ as it smashed against the wall. Let’s just say that the two parents weren’t very happy with their child. “What in your right mind made you think you could do that!?” Dream exclaimed.
“You ruined a perfectly good radio!”
“What’s wrong with you!”
“Why did you freak out over the radio!”
They kept screaming at him. Question after question, none of them they expect him to answer. “So Palette what’s your reason for destroying a perfectly good radio?” Dream questioned. Palette hiccuped and tried to keep his tears from falling. “S-singing… singing is bad… brings danger… the rule… r-radio made you sing… so radio bad…” Palette explained.
And then like a switch had been flipped it all made sense to them. “Oh Palette that rule doesn’t apply to us. We can fight the bad people who may come because of the singing but you can’t. So you can’t sing because it’s too dangerous for you. Plus you can’t control your volume, we can so we can sing but you can’t kiddo.” Ink explained. Dream agreed with Ink and patted Palettes head and sent him to his room to go think about what he’s done.
But Palette found a loophole to the singing rule just a few years later when he was 8. When his parents left for missions he knew that they were going to be gone for hours. So he took advantage of the situation and after about an hour or so Palette would sing to his hearts delight about anything he dared to.
This went on for a few months until his parents came home early and saw him singing while mopping the floor. “PALETTE!” Dream screeched. Palette dropped the mop and turned to his Dad his joyful singing coming to an abrupt stop. Later that day after dinner they explained why the rule was so important( S̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶d̶ i̶d̶n̶’̶t̶ I̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶l̶i̶s̶t̶e̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶s̶i̶n̶g̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶ l̶l̶ ̶d̶a̶y).
They showed him pictures of the bad people who could come and get him while he was singing, they explained that his singing, because he was a child of two gods, created a beacon to all of the bad guys they face on a daily basis. “So that’s why singing is bad?” He asked. His parents nodded and turned on a movie, but changed it to a non musical like movie due to Palettes request.
Many years later Palette was 13 and was doing fine without singing, he never really even thought about singing anymore due to it being taboo in the house. His parents were out on a mission when he heard a knock on the door. He opened it and saw a package at the door, he took the package inside and opened it with the box cutter making sure to be safe as to not damage whatever’s inside.
When he opened it it definitely wasn’t what he was expecting. “It’s empty?” He said to himself. He shrugged and thought it was just a prank, he was about to go back to his daily chores when something emerged from the box and dragged him into it. When he emerged he was tied up and faced with the bad sanses, all looking even more menacing from the photos his parents showed him.
“This is going to be our bargaining chip boys try not to damage him too much.” Nightmare said. One of them, Killer from how there was black tears streaming down his face, went behind him and got a sharp large pair of scissors and was about to clip his wings when. “Hey boss? I can’t clip him!” Killer said. Nightmare spun around and went to Killer. “And why not? Is something wrong with his wings?” He asked.
“It’s not that there’s anything wrong… it’s just that his wings have already been clipped?” Killer said confusion in his voice. Nightmare took a look and came to the same conclusion, “Talk child! Why have your wings already been clipped!” He demanded. “My parents didn’t want me hurting myself when I was little so they clip my wings every year so I can stay safe and not hurt myself while flying.” He explained. “Don’t you do that with your gang?” He asked like it was a common question.
Nightmare scoffed and threw Palette into the dungeon making sure it was a decently hospitable room, he even made sure it had a bed in it for Palette. Palette sat on the bed and waited for his parents to come get him, it’s not like there’s anything else to do.
The first day was nothing special, he was locked in a room with nothing to do all he could do was sleep, wait, and eat the scrawny meals they gave him. He just hopped his parents came for him soon.
The second day was pretty much the same as the first, wait, sleep, eat.
After two weeks Palette was starting to get worried, what if his parents never came to get him? He just hoped that they would come soon.
2 months had passed since he was captured and his hope was starting to dwindle, he knew his parents would come. He knew they would.
Wouldn’t they?
At the 6 month mark Palette was losing hope fast. And with nothing better to do he started to quietly sing hoping it would show his parents where he was. He forgot just how nice it was to sing, last time he sang his parents grounded him for 3 weeks. But singing felt strangely nostalgic and comforting.
After a year Palette had lost hope in his parents. They weren’t coming for him and everyone knew it, no pint I’m hoping that something would happen when it’s obvious it won’t. So he just stayed on the bed and sang to himself, keeping his own morale high was much more important than wishing for death.
Preening also became a common practice for him now that he was on his own. He didn’t have anyone to do it for him so he had to do it himself, he wasn’t that good at it but it did the trick.
But above the dungeon Nightmare and his gang we’re discussing different topics. “What are we gonna do with the kid boss?” Killer asked. The others murmured sounds of agreement and became quiet again after a few seconds. “T’ be honest boss.. th’ kid isn’t able t’ do anythin. He ain’t a threat…” Horror muttered.
Dust nuzzled him and held his hand making sure to comfort his mate for being so brave. “I’m aware that he’s harmless Horror I just don’t know what to do with him.” Nightmare said as he massaged the bridge of his ‘nose’. “What if we take the kid in?” Asked Cross.
Everyone looked at him like he was crazy. “Hear me out! We could teach him how to be our weapon! He could fight against the stars! Or he could even help with some of the more unpleasant chores like cleaning the bathroom!” Cross explained. A couple of the bad sanses shrugged and kept their eyes on Nightmare while he made his decision.
“I agree with Cross on this one.” Nightmare said. “WHAT!?” Killer shouted. Nightmare sighed and explained that making Palette one of them would be beneficial, Palette could help with chores, they could teach him how to fight, and he could be a spy for them.
Palette was sitting in the room singing to himself when Cross came in and escorted him out to the training grounds. “I’ll be teaching you self defense today.” Cross said. Palette got ready and their first sparing match started, Cross was a trained soldier he had the upper hand but Palette didn’t do half bad for his first time.
After that Palette helped Horror cook dinner, the dish was steak with asparagus and mashed potatoes. Palette was a very skilled cook much to Horrors surprise, he mostly expected Palette to have a hard time cutting the garlic and onions. Bit what annoyed and surprised him the most is that Palette gave everyone equal servings, except himself.
“You need to eat. Such little food isn’t good for you.” Horror muttered putting larger portions of everything on Palettes plate. Of course Palette tried to stop him but to no avail, Horror ended up putting a similar amount of food on palettes plate just like everyone else.
After dinner he was lead to a decent room with a nice bed, this was going to be his new room. His eyes lit up and he hugged Nightmare tightly chirping non stop a smile on his face and his wings fanned out and slightly flapping happily. Palette sang his thanks to Nightmare with every ounce he had, he fell into his bed and very quickly relaxed and started to drift to sleep.
Nightmare stood next to him and gently pet his head as Palette drifted off. “Goodnight Palette, sleep well for tomorrow.” Nightmare said. Palette shifted and gave soft chirps at the gentle touch. “Night Unclemare…” Palette muttered before he fell asleep fully.
Nightmare smiled a little and kissed the top of Palettes forehead making sure he’s tucked in. He doesn’t have to worry about anything Dream or Ink said to him anymore.
This is Palettes true home.
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"Uncle Mare!"
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geriaunelysk · 10 months ago
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@forgettingcrowbin DTIYS!
Loved how they drew the original piece and it was real fun drawing it! ^^
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userinker · 8 months ago
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they cuddling after dancing
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i didn't know this dtiys was also on tumblr, it makes it more accessible to me now!!
i got SO much time procrastinating and almost didn't do it, but here we are.
and just for the funsies, here's the drawing on gray scale and an early version of it, but i discarded it because i wanted to make the pose more intimate (and got geno's eye wrong lmao)
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I HAD SO MUCH FUN DRAWING THIS!!! probably not a winner, but im happy that i got to participate
@forgettingcrowbin
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t-violet · 10 months ago
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THEY ARE MY EVERYTHINGJAJAJSJJWJDUSJWBSJA😭😭😭💕💕
Dtiys for forgettingcrowbin on ig
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1greensugar1 · 1 year ago
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This guy.
Idea by @forgettingcrowbin <3
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lasseutblogo · 3 months ago
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Hey! I was looking around at Palette's reference sheet, and I realized that I have no idea who Just is. Is there any way you can explain him and his lore to me? Or how he and Palette met? Once again your art is amazing, and you're so cool! :D
Forgettingcrowbin???? Is that you??? I would never expect an ask from you! 😯
..thanks for the compliment 😢💕
Well, I had made this "the most" recent post, when I redesigned him and a summary of his story: ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧ (In his human version) I also put details about him: ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧ And these other asks that I answered: ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧ ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧
There's not much of him, that's all there is. Maybe at least it's enough of what you were looking for ���
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swiftmitsu · 8 months ago
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CONGRATS ON 1K FOLLOWERS+ @forgettingcrowbin!!
ALSOO happy belated birthday!! i hope you had a fun day 🥺💛💫🌟
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pooko212 · 8 months ago
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@forgettingcrowbin long time fan and watcher, first time poster. Been adoring your work from afar, and just and had to jump on this DTIYS, even if I'm a traditional (and amateur) artist! Happy Birthday, Crowbin!
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elizakai · 8 months ago
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Two birdies in a tree💞
CONGRATS ON 1K+ @forgettingcrowbin !!!
(And HAPPY BIRTHDAY🌸🫶)
(sorry to post so late, i scrambled to color this thing in like 30 mins T^T i really hate the end product but i wanted to participate 🥲💞 love you crowbin🫶)
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forgettingcrowbin · 10 months ago
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HEY GUYS I FINALLY DID IT AND ITS ALL THANKS TO YOU!!!! I ONLY GAINED 500 MORE FOLLOWERS BEFORE I POSTED THIS LOL!!
Welcome to my DTIYS!
Here are the rules!
- Due date moved to March 16th!!
- Please keep the sort of blue/red color palette
- No tracing
- Please tag me :D @forgettingcrowbin and use the tag #crowbin1k
- You don’t have to give Geno wings if it’s too much of a hassle but it’d be greatly appreciated for plumagetale :) (Geno has Luzon bleeding-heart pigeon wings)
- HAVE FUN!!! <3
PRIZES:
1st place - Fully rendered piece
2nd place - Colored sketch
3rd place - Sketch
4th place - Sketch
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ask-sibverse · 5 months ago
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Flowers of the main skeles of Flowers In Bloom (because you have no fucking idea how long it takes to draw a skeleton covered in flowers ok. If I drew them all I would throw my phone across the room. Yes I draw from my phone.)
More about some of them!
Daisy (Dream) fights with an overwhelming force of positivity. Like being punched in the face with sunshine and rainbows. Mainly because that's the best way to combat his twin's negativity "infection" spreading through the multiverse.
Like @forgettingcrowbin 's Plumagetale!Ink, Camellia (Ink) has to actually paint on his flowers, generally sticking to rainbow camellias (which are a bitch to draw btw.)
Other than Reaper and Life, Stargazer (Error) is the oldest of the guardians. His abilities to use floral magic were lost as a natural consequence of fucking up his own balance, and his flowers are red and blue stargazer lilies. (Reaper is Solist Gladiolus btw)
Bluebell (Blue) and Tiger (Red) have lost their AUs and are living out of the Omega Timeline.
Belladonna/Bella (Nightmare) is in a constant hellish existence due to the way his immortality, corruption, and soulflowers mix. He's good at hiding it though.
Out of all of the "bad Sanses," Amaryllis/Amy (Killer) suffers some of the worst mental issues from the combination of LV and soulflowers. He suffers from significant dysmorphia from the way things have changed, second only to Belladonna.
Strangely enough, Dark Eyes/Dark (Dust) doesn't appear to be as distressed by the changes his own LV has done to his flowers. Perhaps he has accepted his fate, or sees it as part of his "punishment."
Cornflower/Corn (Horror)'s biggest changes to his flowers are that they are wilted and dead due to lack of magic. That may change with better circumstances.
Still debating on whether or not to include Dark Knight/Knight (Cross), but if I do, these would be his flowers. (You wanna know how friggin hard it was to find just the right flower for this guy?!)
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