#onni

[our-tale]

Part 2 of helping out Cupid event, Prompt: Flowers. I finally finished!! I was worried I would not be done before the next prompt, so I kicked it into gear. There were many more people I wanted to include and share flowers with but I ended up having to pick names out of a hat lol. Flowers for everyone! Cupid belongs to @yourloveaton

Nem belongs to @bloobluee

Penn and Onni belong to @spamming-randomart

Lux! Sans belongs to @lillitheyordle

Coach! Toriel belongs to @ask-cagestale (Sorry Tori is not actually there but I wanted to keep their style of communication they had been doing up to this point!)

[spamming-randomart]

Doodle Dump!

First one Young Memories with Florian, Penn, and Onni. They would all typically go to waterfall for a small hang out area.

Second & Third:

PR & Onni fusion: Levi

Dakota & Penn fusion: Clover

PR & Dakota by: @our-tale @arshell

[piilopirtti]

I don't know where I'd start explaining this, so I won't! @kato-mutsi a very merry unbirthday!

[the-dreamland-au]

Onni

So this is baby son of my OCs Fjalar and Minerva having similar powers from both parents such as shooting shadow orbs from Fjalar and using telekinesis to float from Minerva. He got purple from Minerva’s color and white from Fjalar’s color even wearing black cloak like that shadow bird. Onni is very adorable baby!

[kuzzzma]

I finally got around to make a much requested template for Onni Hotakainen papertoy to go with my other Stand Still Stay Silent characters papercrafts.

Download free PDF to build your own here.

[wanderrealms]

[alloftimeandspacetosee]

Recruiting Kite

And here are the people who induced Jay's Gender Panic, only I can't remember if this is before or after she meets them actually. Possibly before. Timeline's kinda. not something I have looked at recently.

Anyway! writing! very blatantly based on... The Other Side from The Greatest Showman bc I couldn't not, y'know?

~

Onni watches as the Skull grunt slinks into the bar, their shock of bright yellow hair hardly hidden under their cap.

 “That one. Really?” Brass, standing beside Onni, sighs. “Tapu knock some sense into you! You do realise she’s legend-touched, right?

 “You think they look female?” Onni tilts their head. “Huh.”

 “What - oh, would you focus! That isn’t the issue here.” Brass rolls his eyes. “They aren’t all worth saving, Onni.”

 “This one is,” Onni replies. “Just - trust me, alright?” They turn to study Brass. “Please.”

 Brass meets Onni’s eyes and sighs. “Fine. I do, I do, I just...” He rubs at his forehead with his hand. “Just - don’t expect us to pay your ransom, alright?”

 Onni laughs and reaches to kiss Brass’ cheek. “I'm too lucky for that.” They brush down their skirt.

 “Course you are.” Brass squints into the shadow behind Onni’s head, as if he can see something there. “And you’re just going to walk in there.”

 “Bold as.” Onni grins. “I’ll be back with a sweet new act before you know it.”

 “We don’t need one, Onni! Literally no room for another act!” Brass calls after them.

 “You’re going to love it!” Onni waves back at him, and enters the bar.

 The bar is muted and dusky and mostly empty.

 Onni lets the door go behind them and searches out the Skull grunt they saw walk in here.

 They’re at the bar, sitting on one of the stools and hunched over a tall glass.

 Onni slides into the seat next to them and double-taps the bar.

 Gloriana squints at Onni and rolls her eyes but says nothing as she makes up a milkshake.

 The Skull grunt flicks a glance at Onni and then away again.

 They really are quite pretty, under the grime; electric yellow hair just long enough to peek out from under the floppy cap, dusky smooth skin – darker than Onni, even – and long eyelashes over deep brown eyes. The standard issue Skull uniform isn’t doing them any favours, but even so.

 “Dude, quit staring.”

 “Just wondering what you’re doing down here, that’s all.”

 “Planning the next ruckus, obviously.” Their lips twisted around the words, bitter, as if parroting someone else.

 Onni laughs.

 One of the regulars behind them grunts, and Onni swivels on their chair to tilt their head at him, raising an eyebrow. “D’you cause many ruckuses?”

 The regular – Martin, Onni thinks – casts him a disparaging look but turns back to the cards in his hand.

 “Here.” Gloriana puts Onni’s milkshake down on the bar, sliding a coaster underneath.

 “Team Skull, dude. Everyone knows it.” They tug at their top.

 Onni spins back to face the bar. “Ah, so it’s not that you plan ruckus, just that it happens. Because reputation.”

 “Why d’you care?”

 Onni takes a long drink through the straw.

 The Skull grunt watches Onni and then shakes their head, slipping down from their seat.

 “Because I reckon there’s something more for you,” Onni calls, as their hand touches the door handle. “More than those walls and distrust y’all have built around yourselves.”

 “Yeah?” The grunt hesitates.

 “I can get you free of it,” Onni says, one elbow on the bar as they turn their seat to face the door. “For something a bit more colourful. And sure, it’s still ruckus, but it’s ruckus people’ll pay you for.”

 “We get money out of them either way.” But they haven’t opened the door.

 “So you don’t wanna play a different part?” Onni starts to grin.

 “What sort of part are we talking?” They turn around.

 Onni slides to their feet. “Something a li’l bit crazy.”

 “I know crazy.”

 “It’s not conventional.”

 “Not like I’m king of that here, am I?” The grunt grins.

 “How do you feel about flying?”

 The grin slides from the grunt’s face. “I enjoy what I do and I’m not trapped. Not anymore.”

 “Never - never said you were.” Onni hurries to get between the grunt and the door. “Just - hear me out, ok?”

 The grunt backs off before Onni can touch them.

 “Circus work. Trapeze and swinging and massive crowds watching everything you do and loving every minute of it.”

 The grunt laughs. “We don’t pick up peanut shells.” But they move back towards the bar, towards their abandoned drinks. “I’m good with what I do. We’re free, and I don’t need to see anything else.”

 Onni hesitates. “Ok, sure.” They follow the grunt back to the bar and lean their elbow on it.

 “Go on, do like you do.” The grunt flaps a hand at Onni. “I’ll keep doing me. I’m doing fine.”

 “Sure look it.” Onni studies them as they take a long drink. “Drowning your sorrows, is it?”

 “I’ve already been disowned once, I’m not going there again.”

 Onni clicks their mouth shut and looks down at their drink. “Sorry.”

 They grunt and shrug.

 “But.” Onni slides back into the seat. “You’re aching for something, and I think I – we – can help. I get that Team Skull is your family, but you don’t seem very... happy.”

 They snort again. “You’re dancing around everything anyway. Circus, great. What’s the pay like?”

 “Better than Team Skull, I assume.”

 “You know nothing.”

 “It’s...” Onni wrinkles his nose. “You really think it’s gonna cost you to leave?”

 “Sure.”

 “You’ll get same as the rest of us.”

 “Somewhere to stay.”

 “It’s caravans and tents, and sometimes a hotel.”

 “Food?”

 “Standard fare. Wanna get fancy, gotta buy it yourself. And you don’t have to hide. This thing you’re scared of-”

 “I’m not scared of anything,” the grunt hisses, turning to snarl into Onni’s face. “Got that?”

 “People wouldn’t be ashamed of you, either,” Onni replies, not backing down. “They’d be cheering you. You’d be one of us, praised and loved for your talents, bringing joy, not just... what, picking locks and stealing stuff?” Onni’s eyes drop to the edge of the grunt’s sleeve, under which the imprint of yellow feathers can be seen around their elbow. “Playing about with electronics?”

 The grunt tugs their sleeve down lower. “How can you promise that?”

 “Seen it happen. Trust me.” Onni extends a hand.

 “I don’t know that I do.”

 “Listen, just... I think Team Skull isn’t really for you, and... and you could spark a lot of joy with us.”

 The grunt pulls back. “How - do you know?”

 “I know things.” Onni shrugs. “Or it was a lucky guess, take your pick.”

 Something giggles around the corner of the bar, almost out of earshot.

 “I don’t have full control of it,” the grunt says.

 “You don’t have to straight away. Got to learn all the ropes first.”

 “I can cause black outs.”

 “You’ll light up the night sky.” Onni still has a hand extended. “I promise.”

 “That’s a pretty big promise.” The grunt wavers their hand, almost as if they were going to take Onni’s.

 “I reckon you can deliver.” Onni grins. “C’mon. Arm’s getting tired over here.”

 The grunt shrugs and laughs and takes Onni’s hand. “Fine. Fine! I’ll join your circus, I guess.”

 “Excellent.” Onni shakes their hand. “I’m Onni. I lost my gender subscription, but if you gotta use pronouns, they/them works.”

 The grunt blinks at them.

 “That alright by you?” Onni applies just a little bit extra pressure to their handshake.

 “Oh - no, yeah that’s fine. I’m... Kite. I use ve/vis.” Ve taps vis hand against the bar. “Genderfluid.”

 Onni grins. “Delightful. Kite, you’re doing great things already.” They release vis hand.

 “I... I am?”

 “Sure! Just helped me win a bet with Brass.”

 Kite snorts, shaking vis head. “Right.” Ve drains off the rest of vis drink. “You just gotta do one thing for me first.”

 “Oh?”

 Kite grins. “Come with me to tell Guzma I’m leaving.”

 Onni hesitates.

 “Or I could... not join your circus, as you so obviously want me to.”

 “You’ve already agreed! Applying terms afterwards is just rude.”

 “Well, you know us Team Skull types.” Kite laughs. “No manners. Take what you can.” Ve gets to his feet. “But if you’d rather not...”

 “Right now?”

 “No time like the present. Or – looking at it another way – I should be heading back. Done what I need to.”

 “Wallow over a milkshake?” Onni raises their eyebrows.

 “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Kite raises a hand, heading towards the door. “See you!”

 Onni flickers a glance between the door and Kite’s back and their milkshake. They groan and drain the drink and hurry after Kite. “You’re going to be trouble I can tell.”

 “Yes.” Kite grins, holding the door open. “Yes I am.”

[our-tale]

As a tinkerer themselves, Dakota has found their people. They are in awe. //I too am proud of Penn's work! haha (He is also so fun to draw omg!)

The height difference cracks me up.

*Dakota watching your sans and papyrus with great interest* "What are you making?" (Dakota is my sans from Ourtale, Love your art!)

AAAAAAA THXSSS FOR THE ASK!!! Your art is amazing too!!! >w<

Pap is very proud of this elevator design! He is quite obsessed with drinking birds. XD

He typically builds more than Sans, but Sans sticks to more weapon design than mechanical architecture.

Heights:

Split!Sans (Onni): 5’2”

Split!Papyrus (Penn): 5’11”

[justlikeazzy]

Okay guys, pretend it’s still February lol. There’s at least two more ship art pieces on wanna do haha.

Here’s some Onni and Lumi art haha. I love them so much, I think about them an unhealthy amount.

I have one more Onni & Lumi piece I wanna do then I’m gonna do a Scroll & Nix one.

[mintyys-blog]

Hey if it's not too much trouble do you think you can do mainstream mark and other variant mark like sinister mohawk viltramite omni and lenses less mark with a reader who has the powers and personality of shadow milk cookie from cookie run kingdom please if you can't do that then I totally understand

TRICKSTER — mark variants x shadow milk cookie! reader

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: character death, murder, blood

MAINSTREAM MARK

Mark sighs as he hovers midair, arms crossed. Below, what should’ve been a clean rescue mission is now a swirling mess of warped portals, upside-down cars, and civilians stumbling around with illusions of talking bananas and melting buildings.

“Seriously?” he groans. “You had to mess with the space-time device?”

You appear behind him with a burst of shadowy mist, draping your arms over his shoulders like a cape. “I was bored, Mark. Your hero-ing is so dreadfully linear. Where’s the spice? The drama?”

He pulls away but can’t hide the slight upward twitch of his lips. “This isn’t a game.”

“Everything’s a game. You just hate when you’re losing.”

He spins around to face you. “You risked people’s lives.”

“And? They’re fine… mostly.” You twirl a floating umbrella made of pure darkness, grinning. “Besides, I saved that toddler from being crushed by a vending machine. Doesn’t that earn me at least one point on the Good Guy scoreboard?”

“You make it so hard to trust you.”

“Oh, but I love that you still try.”

Mark is both drawn and repelled—he’s seen your cruelty, your love for manipulating the world into your twisted little playground. But there are moments, brief ones, when you help. When you look at him like you might care. Or maybe that’s just another trick.

And that uncertainty? It keeps him coming back.

SINISTER MARK

The blood hasn’t even dried on his hands when you slink in from the shadows, giggling like a child sneaking into a candy store.

“Darling,” you purr, stepping over a twitching body, “you have outdone yourself. The way that one screamed? Chef’s kiss.”

Sinister Mark turns his glowing eyes toward you, head tilting slightly. “You liked that?”

“Liked it?” You twirl, splashing blood across your clothes like it’s a fashion statement. “I loved it.”

He grabs your wrist, yanking you close. “You’re not scared?”

You smirk, unbothered. “You’d be bored if I was.”

There’s a pause. A tension so thick it might snap. Then he chuckles—a low, guttural sound.

“You might be worse than me.”

You run a clawed finger down his chest. “Oh, I am. You’re just more honest about it.”

It’s violent, toxic, and exhilarating. You egg him on, he sharpens your chaos into a blade. Together, you’re less like a couple and more like a natural disaster.

MOHAWK MARK

“You’re a menace,” Mohawk Mark growls, stalking toward you through a battlefield you turned into a joke.

“I’m fun,” you counter, spinning on your heel as you watch heroes trip over fake landmines and get tangled in ropes you disguised as rescue lines.

He grabs your arm. Hard. “People could’ve died.”

“Could’ve, should’ve, would’ve—but didn’t.” You lean in, whispering against his jaw, “Come on, Marky, admit it. It was funny.”

He holds your gaze, nostrils flaring. Then, reluctantly, his lips twitch into a grin. “Okay… a little funny.”

You let out a loud cackle and skip away, twirling your chaos in the air like ribbons. “That’s the spirit! I knew there was a little devil hiding under all that testosterone.”

He watches you, expression unreadable. There’s something about the way you make him feel—off-balance, alive, like the world might end and he’d laugh through it with you.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters.

“I hope so.”

VILTRUMITE MARK

He grabs you by the throat mid-sentence, slamming you into a wall deep in the wreckage of a city you “accidentally” set loose a chaos spell in.

“You think this is funny?”

You cough, laughing through the chokehold. “Isn’t it?”

His fist clenches. You can see it—he wants to hurt you. To make an example of you. “You’re reckless. Dangerous. Worthless.”

“Oh, sweetie, if I had a coin for every time someone tried to put me in a box…” You tap his cheek, smirking. “You’re just angry because I don’t fear you.”

He drops you. “You should.”

You land like a cat, graceful and smug. “Why? You going to punch the laughter out of me?”

He turns, walking away, trying to ignore the way your voice slithers into his mind like poison. He tells himself he hates you. That you’re beneath him. That you’re a chaotic little insect.

So why does he keep coming back?

OMNI MARK

You sit in his study chair, legs kicked up, sipping wine that isn’t yours. Mark stares at you with thinly veiled contempt.

“Get out.”

“Rude. I brought snacks.” You conjure a shadowy platter of cursed grapes and hold one out to him.

He doesn’t move. “You mock everything I stand for,” he says coldly.

“And you stand for what, exactly? Mass genocide and daddy issues?” You grin. “Don’t worry, Mark. I thrive on disappointment.”

He storms toward you, and for a second, it looks like he’ll snap your neck. Instead, he stops just short. “You remind me of someone I buried.”

You lean in. “A lover? A child? Yourself?”

His silence is your victory. You twirl a strand of shadow around your finger. “You’re welcome for the existential crisis.”

He loathes you—but you get under his skin in a way no one else can. Like a persistent wound that won’t close. He might kill you someday… but not yet.

NO GOGGLES MARK

He’s already sitting when you appear—legs open, arms crossed like he knew you were coming.

“Took you long enough,” Lensless Mark drawls. “I thought you ghosted me. Again.”

“Oh, darling, I would never,” you coo, flopping beside him on the rooftop. “Where else would I find someone who enjoys pain as much as I do?”

He laughs—low, sharp, unsettling.

“You made that hero swallow his own ego. Literally. That was hot.”

“I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“You know,” he says, brushing imaginary dust from your shoulder, “we’re a beautiful tragedy. A sadist and a trickster. Gods of mayhem.”

You straddle his lap, eyes glowing with mischief. “Then let’s bring the world to its knees.”

His grin stretches too wide. “Yes, let’s.”

You kiss between threats. You play games where the stakes are cities. He likes when you mock him. You like when he hurts you. It’s a sick, twisted spiral of obsession and chaos.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[kings-comic]

⭐️🎄The new Christmas banner is here!!! 🎄⭐️

Hope you like it just as much as me!!! ^^

[chuuowos]

hi

[the-dreamland-au]

I actualy drew Onni first on paper color in markers until I noticed the color purple would look much better on digital art. Could be because my phone is not high tech like those expensive camera to take pics in. So I redrew Onni as a digital art and this turn out well.

[sir-squibbly]

They only had a total of like, 5 minutes worth of screentime together, but they'll always be my favorite duo.

[dummymango]

te prometo que en la próxima ronda te recupero loon