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[pigeonstab]

I showed my mom a Cross body pillow and she was like 'oh yeah well we can order that for Christmas'

[kredenakrejn]

Last update: 16d.12m.24y.

Welcome on my blog :D

Plz note, if I am not answering your ask for a longer while, I plan to draw something to that, and just don't have time to do it now

Trick or treat asks are welcome :)!

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✦ About me

My name here is Kredena or Krejn I love nicknames too :3

My Sona's ref (I'll add it later)

Multifandom artist Mostly UTMV stuff for now But I also like: RotTMNT, LMK, HelluvaVerse, MLP, Tadc and many more!

B-Day on 13 of April

She / They

I am Aroace (Aromatic / Asexual) Maybe a bit Pan and Demiromatic too..? 'Am not sure

I will die / bite for my friends (they are like a family to me.)

Sometimes I use "we" but I am just one person here It's just sometimes more comfortable to write like that

I sometimes have problems with knowing what emotions I feel at the moment I sometimes over-react just to be silly Or sometimes I just feel empty

I work at McDonalds (save me) on Monday, Wednesday, Friday and every other Sunday

No problem with saying stuff about myself, just someone needs to ask

✦ Boundaries

If I say "I love you" I don't say it in a romantic way I only say it in a platonic way. So don't you dare think 'am flirting with you.

DO NOT USE OR REPOST MY ART ANYWHERE You may reblog it (some people think it's the same as reposting, but it's not.) You may use it if it was a gift for you You may use it if you asked me before that (but you NEED to credit me.)

If something is not clear about me Plz just ask I get sad when people just assume stuff about me

Plz do not use any images, gifs, or videos with smol children, when you talk with me They just disgust me, I can't help it

If you gonna hurt even one of my friends, you gonna have a bad time buddy.

Plz, don't add ship tags when there is none of 'em on the original post

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Before donating, plz note:

I have work, so I will not be able to draw the same secound you send me a donation, but I will draw something for you! (Just tell me what, in my DM's on Ko-Fi)

I will not draw N5FW, T-C3ST or PRO5HIP stuff, so plz do not ask me for it

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Yes I am kredenadark Some may be curious why I will no longer be active there Well, my old discord account got hacked, tho I was able to buy my data back (*cries*) I did not feel safe on my old accounts, so I decided to make new ones where I could, or change every emile and password I had I tried to recover form my old blog whatever I could, for some time, I will be just rebloging my old stuff, so I will not lose it too Becouse of the fact that before re-instalating my windows, I saved my files on the pendrive the wrong way, all the stuff from my laptop is gone, so all my WIP's are lost, sorry, I was not able to show them to you

[forfluxsake]

a personal slash solitary blog where i publish my doodles, have hobbies, and do anything typical of the average person

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before i write anything else, i’m promoting my utmv (undertale multiverse) server. JOIN PARTYCHROMA TODAY! FOREVER LINK: https://discord.gg/sATaZ8WZDh

if you aren’t sensitive to bold text, fonts, weird symbols, and eyestrainy gradient rainbow themes, join partychroma. it’s a neverending party for people who’re into undertale or deltarune aus and the like. it’s quiet for the time being, which is why i’m hoping people find this post

we are welcoming of anybody who’s willing to have a good time. the server provides funny roleplay channels, a place to showcase your creations, roles, incredible people, and more. i put effort into it and stuff so that’s great

…a better, less half-hearted advertisement can be found on disboard. hope to see you there!

about me

if you’re wondering who i am, hi

i’m flux.

i am a male and i use he/him/she/her pronouns. that’s all you need to know to respect my existence. if you have any questions direct them to the asks feature i just enabled

what do i like doing? doodling, writing, listening to some funky tunes; learning… i’m not picky about creative activities, but i do tend to procrastinate. my hyperfixations are seasonal and i suffer from being unable to let go of past phases. the list of my interests is infinite. if you care, i enjoy a variety of indie rpgs, object shows, args slash creepypastas, webcomics, and television shows.

cartoon series pique my interest the most.

boundaries

(be my friend)

i’m a minor. this much information is self explanatory as to how you should approach me. obviously don’t interact with me if you are a nsfw age-restricted page, but also don’t attempt to send me weird asks

i don’t talk about politics.

i think being friends with me requires a lot of patience. sure, you may friend me on my discord, o5fo, but understand that i’m terrible at one on one conversation. if you don’t get straight to the point, i will most likely not respond.

preferably keep contact with me through our shared communities or mutual servers and not direct messages.

if i’ve crossed a line, i encourage people to express their discomfort. nothing is gained from radio silence. (it’s not like i’m not anxious as well LOL don’t be shy to contact me [on dis] if it’s important)

what to expect

this blog is sfw, though it’s prone to having violent and dangerous content, mostly because i’ve drawn a fair amount of works with blood or upsetting themes. be wary of who you follow, always, and take steps to protect yourself online. take advantage of the filter tool to block tags that trigger you.

i will occasionally open art requests. but i won’t do too many at a time.

i might touch on some uncomfortable topics while i’m maintaining this nostalgia-seeking blog, especially about past controversies in the communities i was in since i was a child. and depending on the post, i will treat the flaws in said communities seriously or jokingly. please do not take it the wrong way if i redraw those memories.

assume everything i say is light-hearted for the sake of everybody; spare yourself the trouble of thinking i’m trying to invalidate people’s experiences. i never want to come off that way

fanart. expect a handful of art in general. uncolored/whiteboard doodles are abundant. i have ocs- but i’m anything but organized.

that’s a wrap

i wasn’t prepared to end this post

[noneuclydianpotato]

Y’all just ever get the urge to just do a big ol’ pointless info dump about your OCs?

Because that’s what this is going to be. Except now hypothetical internet wanderers can gaze upon it to heckle or gaze upon.

Basic info- Name, age, likes, dislikes, etc.

Name: Script (Full name: Dancing Script)

Age: 250

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Demisexual

Height: 6’3 (Around 193cm I believe)

Likes: Quiet, his symbiote, honeyed whiskey, coffee, kids (in a fatherly/brotherly way), individuality, honesty

Dislikes: Loud noises, decaf coffee, vodka, parasites, being part of a collective, dishonesty

Phobias/Fears: Claustrophobia, Philophobia, Thanatophobia, Harm OCD, fear of losing control

Abilities- From least interesting to least interesting.

Superhuman speed and strength

Bone magic

Ice magic

Fire magic

Teleportation

Time slow (3-5 seconds)

Regeneration

Resurrection

Void magic (I’ll explain this more in depth because this stuff needs a whole section on its own.)

Backstory

Script was made in a lab as a clone of his dad in a multiverse that existed adjacent to the UTMV, having similar themes and characters to Undertale but slightly off. In fact, in his multiverse, Script would’ve probably taken the role as both a Sans-adjacent and a Papyrus-adjacent character. That was until Script’s fourth birthday where his father, in a fit of manic paranoia, threw his son into the void.

Now to add context, Script’s father didn’t do that out of malice but misplaced love. His father is immortal thanks to a symbiote he got from the void (I’ll explain what those are dw). So, one of his greatest fears as a father was outliving Script, thus he tweeted his 4-year old son into a void and just hoped he would find a symbiote.

Luckily, Script did, and a particularly strong one that. Its name, Apthos, or ‘Apth’ for short. Thanks to Apth, Script able to survive and even thrive in the void and eventually got out of the void some 12 years later by his father. The fucked part being that no time had really passed for Script’s dad. It had only been a few minutes at most before Script was let out, but for the teen Script, it had been years.

Understandably, Script was not happy being tossed in a void and all that anger, pent up resentment, rage- all of it caused his newfound void magic he gained from Apth to go haywire and made him transform into what I call a ‘Void Beast.’ An impossibly tall, walking apocalypse capable of wiping out a multiverse if Script doesn’t calm down. He completely erased his home universe from his rampage and left only himself and his father. His father, not knowing how to grapple with the fact that all of this was his fault, ran from Script.

From there, Script went around his multiverse destroying universe after universe in a fit of rage. This rampage lasted for years, and his power grew at an alarming rate to the point where he could destroy a universe by punching too hard. His symbiote grew too, feeding off the mass amounts of death their host inflicted, and grew to an elder symbiote (I’ll also explain the symbiote life cycle in another post).

However, on the last universe left in his multiverse, he would meet someone who would manage to tame Script. His soon-to-be wife, a skeleton named Lapis.

Lapis acted as the Sans-adjacent character for her universe as Script’s dad never existed in this one, so by extension, a Script never existed either.

Lapis was a reserved woman, stoic, gentle, skilled, powerful, and yet forgiving, but not too much so as to simply forget someone’s misdeeds. If she needed to she will use violence to defend herself or others but prefers to use non-violent measures if she is brought into conflict. So when Script came rampaging through her universe, she of course tried to talk to him, but those plans went out the window when he almost killed her and she decided in order to get through to him she needed to teach him a lesson. A lesson in consequences.

Script died 40 times to her and Script couldn’t explain how. Here he was, a world-ending powerhouse, getting his ass kicked by some random skeleton. And each time she would always ask if Script would give up, which he did very reluctantly. Despite the damage he had done Lapis would teach Script how to actually function as a person, helped him bring his mental issues down to a manageable level, and eventually fell in love with him. That didn’t mean she forgot what he did and was always sure to bring it up if Script got too big for his britches. She may forgive, but she does not forget.

Nevertheless, the two would marry and have a child together. A son that they named Callisto primarily thanks to his wife. Things were looking good until one day Script had a nasty manic episode, which weren’t a common occurrence since Script met his wife, but they were never pretty, and Lapis often had to calm Script down so he wouldn’t hurt anyone. But Lapis was out getting baby stuff and left Script at home to get a room ready for the baby.

When Lapis came home, she didn’t even have a chance to all out to her husband before an arm pierced through her ribcage holding her soul. Script’s arm. The infant was next to go.

When Script came too, his symbiote was screaming at him to snap out of it and he found himself standing in a clearing covered in blood and dust. It didn’t take him long to realize what he did and that just broke him, undoing years of progress, and it resulted in the destruction of the universe in a fit of rage and finally ended his multiverse.

Though not all of it was destroyed, that clearing he came to in was quite literally broken off and saved so Script could place two graves. One for his wife, and one for his son. On the day he made those stones he promised to never fight to harm anyone ever again. He would only fight to defend himself and others, but never would he attack anyone.

Some few years later, Script would manage to salvage some of what his wife taught him, and that’s when he stumbled into the UTMV. He adopted a whole new approach when it comes to the UTMV, acting more as a passive observer than actually trying to get involved with anything major or minor. That isn’t saying that he wouldn’t get involved if he can’t help it, or say if a child was in danger. He may have sworn off violence for the most part but he was once a father, and he will always be a father.

Aight imma just leave that there otherwise I’ll just keep going o u g h. I’ve been building this fucker since 2016 so I have entire anime-ass arcs built for this old man. Next info dump/lore post I’ll go more in depth about the void and what those symbiotes are. Be safe yall.

[onlyplatonicirl]

For Your Safety - TAU Fic (pt 1)

Hello! This is a quick deviation from my normal utmv posting but uhhh Gravity Falls transcendence AU my beloved. This fic specifically focuses on the Drift AU, (Mabel can't see Dipper).

main blog for info about the AU is here: @transcendence-au

AO3 Link

Read below the cut: I hope you enjoy!

“…story tonight covers a breaking tragedy at the Michigan State Department of Demonology and the Supernatural regarding famed demon most commonly addressed as Alcor the Dreambender. As of now 167 have been identified as dead, however some of the bodies are mangled too far to be recognized and identified as individuals. The estimated death count sits at around 340. No survivors have been discovered currently. Developments are currently being made so stay tuned for…”

“Grunkle Ford, can you turn that off please?”

Stanford Pines exhaled heavily in response, slinking further in his chair. “I’m sorry, but this is extremely important to me. I’ve studied these creatures all my life, and yet now…”

The woman on the TV kept talking.

“…in an attempt to bind the creature with a variety of binding circles and other holy paraphernalia. Experts from across the country had been brought in, in an attempt to cage the demon for good. The project was initially classified and was worked on for months before eventually summoning the creature, but evidently it was not enough to keep it contained. All of the details have not yet come in about what exactly happened during the incident, but the resulting scene was gruesome. The demon Alcor has gained a reputation for being impossible to contain or bind, with very few limits regarding ability and power. It has been labeled as a double S class demon, the highest ranking in regards to magical capability, although many experts claim it meets the qualifications of a god. Some argue it could even be beyond that. Any attempts at summoning or researching this demon is highly advised against, as all movements and actions are unknown and severely dangerous, and there is nothing you can do to guarantee yourself protection from it. Stay away from-“

“It just shouldn’t be possible,” he muttered to himself. “Demons shouldn’t be able to do things like that - their link with the physical world and blessed objects are usually massive obstacles and limiters on ability and-“

“Grunkle Ford.”

“…Alright.” Ford shut off the television, the woman’s voice dying as the picture compressed itself into a thin line, eventually swallowed by the blackness of the empty screen.

“I’m sorry Mabel, I know you don’t like that stuff being put on the TV.”

“I don’t,” Mabel replied. “There’s a new tragedy every day, you can tune in tomorrow when I’m gone. But not today, Grunkle.”

“I know. Have you decided on the flowers yet?”

“No. I was trying to research flower symbolism last night but I gave up halfway through. I might just go with something blue.”

Mabel rubbed at both of her eyes and took her half-eaten bowl of cereal to the sink, washing it out as she spoke. “I have a movie date with all the girls tonight and I’m going to spend the night at Pacifica’s place, it’s not too far of a drive. Will Grunkle Stan and all the others meet us at the cemetery at noon?”

“Nothing would stop Stanley from being there, you know that. Did you make arrangements with your parents? Are they going to make the drive up here?”

The wiping motions came to a slow. Mabel gently set the bowl down. “I don’t think they’re coming this year.”

Ford leaned forward to stare at her. 

“I think they’re still sore from last year, and the argument with Grunkle Stan. Mom called me this morning. They might come later on their own time.”

There was a grandfather clock in the adjacent room, ticking loudly. Taking up the silence.

“I see,” said Ford. He settled back into his recliner, trying to ignore the rise of unidentifiable emotions in his chest. Either that or an oncoming heart attack. At this age he couldn’t tell.

Mabel stood hunched over the kitchen sink, her hands gripping tight against the countertop. Long strands of hair fell in front of her face as she inhaled raggedly. Ford said nothing.

Ford stared blankly at his reflection on the television screen, observing his surroundings mirrored back at him, yet difficult to distinguish through the black. His copy stared back at him, eyes wide and searching for something to pretend to look at.

Eventually Mabel straightened herself out, brushing a sleeve against her eyes before turning around. She met her great uncle’s gaze.

“Happy birthday, Mabel,” is all he can say to her.

She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “The number that I’m supposed to be celebrating right now is twenty years, but the only one I can bother to count is eight.”

“Eight years since…?”

“…I’m going to go upstairs,” she muttered. “We’ll all say happy birthday to Dipper when we see him.”

Ford nodded. She didn’t see it. 

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Everyone showed up to the cemetery. They always did.

Except her parents. This year, at least. They had gotten into a massive blowout last year with Stanley, blaming him for the incident and for the death of their son. It got ugly pretty fast. 

Wendy, Soos, Melody, Stan and Ford, Robbie, and many others who were close with the family had been present. Mabel was hugged tightly by every single one of them, and she could feel Wendy’s tears soak through her sweater. It was a private affair; They didn’t want it made to be a spectacle for the public. They had all changed since that summer, some more dramatically than others. Soos still ran the shack alongside Melody and Stan, but it was slowly being converted into an informational center (Because who would care to see a taxidermied monkey sown to a fish when droves of real mermaids would show up at the beach?) while Wendy had taken up demon hunting. Gone were her long locks of fiery red hair, chopped off for ease and convenience in combat. Despite only having been serious about it for around five years, she had already racked up an impressive kill count, along with a name in supernatural defense. It didn’t take a genius to figure out her inspiration for going into that field.

The gravestone they crowded around was wreathed in flowers, with a beautiful bouquet of baby blue roses in the center, set by Mabel. Bushels of half-wilted blossoms and cards had been there long before Mabel and the others had arrived, however. The entire town had gone to visit the gravestone just a few days earlier. To honor the hero that had killed Bill Cipher, and in the process changed the entire world.

But Mabel didn’t like celebrating the day of her brother’s death. 

Not when his birthday had been so close.

To put emphasis on his death would kill the part of him that lived within them. He deserved to be wished a happy birthday, to have existed for twenty years. Because he may have died when he was 12, but he lived on in their memories.

He would forever. ----------~*~*~----------

The visit had been nice. Everyone had gone around, recounting their adventures to the tombstone, and telling it how badly they missed him. It was a bittersweet day - people cried while they laughed. But eventually, after an hour, it was time to leave. Those not a close part of the Pines family wished them well and departed, knowing most of them would see Mabel later that night, but the rest of the Pines (plus Wendy) stayed together, electing to get Mabel a birthday lunch at Greasy’s Diner - as per tradition.

The diner was sleepy, but Lazy Susan was overjoyed to see Wendy back in town again. She ushered all four of them over to a booth, wishing Mabel a happy birthday and letting them have all of their food on the house. Both Stans got a stack of pancakes that went up to their necks. Mabel wasn’t very hungry, and instead tried to strike up some conversation.

“How have you been these days, Wendy?”

The redhead shrugged, stuffing a sausage in her mouth. “Eh, things have been slow. Most of the stuff I’ve been called in for is for out-of-control sprites or other annoying pests. There was a case with a rogue angel a few weeks ago which was cool - I had to use completely different equipment and tactics but I enjoyed the challenge.”

“Did you win?” Asked Ford.

Wendy snorted “‘Course I did, dude. That thing was glitter by the time I was done. Opened up a lot of sick job opportunities.”

“Incredible…” Ford put his chin in his palm, and Stanley rolled his eyes, ready for his brother to launch into a tangent. “The dichotomy between angels and demons as they are in the real world is obviously different from the way they’ve been portrayed in a decent amount of religions when it comes to multiple factors, yet what does remain consistent is their alignment with good and evil. From what I’ve observed angels are set on order and will take any measures to achieve it which results in the occasional incidents we hear of, however demons are naturally aligned with chaos and maleficence, and thrive upon sowing chaos.”

“I think you mostly got it right,” Wendy said, waving her fork in Ford’s direction through a mouthful of eggs. “But there’s also the fact that angels are rarely summoned and don’t bother much with mortals. When they do is when we get problems. Demons, on the other hand-“

“Demons bite at the bit to interact with humans. It’s their source of power.” Ford finished.

“Exactly.”

Stan scratched at his stubble and rolled his eyes. There was definitely syrup on his shirt. “Eugh. You two should get a room or somethin’. Better yet, talk about your demon baloney someplace else. I don’t think Mabel wants to hear about any of this right now.”

With a mention of her name, Mabel finally tuned into the conversation, blinking in surprise. She put down the fork she had just been mindlessly passing over her fingers. Had she been this sweaty when she first sat down? “Uh, no it’s fine, don’t worry about it. I asked about Wendy. Wendy hunts demons for a living. That’s kind of - her thing!” She gave her Grunkle a big smile, but it didn’t seem to convince him.

“I know sweetie but today-”

“Today is mine and Dipper’s birthday. What killed him is long dead, so I don’t care if you want to talk about demons.”

Ford shared a glance with his brother. “This morning, you told me-”

“That was about a mass tragedy , Grunkle Ford! That wasn’t just some report on an imp getting loose from a binding and eating a cat like usual, this was over 300 people dead trying to bind a demon that has transcended all known limitations.” She could feel herself starting to get worked up. A small part of her mind warned her about raising her volume too high but she paid it almost no mind as she rambled over all of her own thoughts. “It wasn’t just any demon it was the demon with the most connections to the transcendence and its origin, it's the demon who’s been making nonstop headlines globally, talking about its latest massacre. It-”

She stopped midway through speaking, the words dying in her throat as she looked at Wendy’s crestfallen expression. 

“Alcor,” she said. Mabel nodded.

Wendy looked pained. “You saw the news this morning then?”

“...Grunkle Ford was watching it on the TV this morning.”

“I figured. My phone’s been blowing up about it nonstop since this morning. After I finish visiting here I’m probably going to make arrangements to try and head to the wreckage and take a look at what I can. Whatever I can learn about Alcor the better for when I finally confront him with the intent to kill.”

“You can’t possibly be thinking of going after the Dreambender. That’s just… that’s suicide, Wendy!” Ford’s glasses began to slip off his nose. “He cannot be bound, he cannot be wounded, there has been observably no limitations to his power - Wendy I’ve been looking into him as much as you have since the transcendence occurred and the supernatural went widespread, and I know you know there’s something off about this one. He’s not just powerful, he may be at a level that even Cipher wasn’t.”

“You think I don’t know all of this already, old man? I’ve seen him personally, I’ve stared him in the eyes. His touch burns and freezes your skin all at once. He’s stolen kills from me, I’ve watched him grin at me with a mouth of fangs and bits of a heart of the demon I was commissioned to kill stuck between his teeth. He laughed at me, told me that an “ice bag” such as myself ought to stay away from the heat. Do you know what color the fire that comes from his hand is, Ford?”

Ford clearly knew the answer. He said nothing, staring at her with wide eyes. Stan and Mabel were both dead silent. Mabel felt a horrid wave of nausea wash over her . “He called you…?!?”

“You were right when you said the Dreambender has connections to the transcendence, Mabel. I hate to say it, but I don’t think Bill Cipher is dead.”

[comiverse]

🤍✧Masterpost✧🤍

(This is a WIP, things are subject to additions/change.)

Greetings, people of Tumblr! My name is Comiverse, but you can call me Comi, Birdbrain, or BB. Don't be shy, feel free to ask questions, or just talk to me in general if you'd like! (Anons are welcome as well. 🤍)

Since this post shall be long, everything will be under the cut in this order:

✧ Basic Info + Links

✧ DNI / IWC / OTI

✧ Likes, Dislikes, & Triggers / Discomforts

✧ Tags Guide

↪Basic Info:

✧ I am a minor, but I don't feel comfortable with sharing my exact age!

✧ I go by She/They /It

✧ I both draw and write (I like to suffer creatively twice), but my commissions/requests aren't open for either of them yet. :)

✧ I am a Christian, so please IWC or DNI if you aren't comfortable with that! I don't talk about religion at all really though, so I likely won't bring it up past this point.

✧ I'm uncomfortable with talking about demons/satanism/cults/etc. Please keep that stuff to a minimum if you must talk about it to me for whatever reason. ^^

✧ I'm chill as long as you're chill, and even if you're not chill, I will usually just block and move on if something bad happens.

✧ While I do have discomforts, it is actually nearly impossible to offend me. Be warned that honestly, insults and pointless arguments are entertaining to me. (I usually won't start a fight, but I'd just giggle if someone tried to have beef with me.)

✧ I do tend to have problems with taking things seriously, so apologies if I come off as insensitive sometimes! (''._.)

↪Links:

✧ AO3

↪DNI (Do Not Interact):

(I cannot stop people from liking/reblogging my posts or following me and shit, but please do not talk to me if you fall under this group!)

× P3d0ph1l3s, z00ph1l3s, MAPs (Minor Attracted People), d@rkshippers/pr0shippers/c0mshippers, etc.

× Transphobes, homophobes, ect.

× Christians who believe it's alright to hate LGBTQ+ people or people of other religions. (I don't agree with this opinion, and I don't believe God does either. Matthew 19:19 KJV, "Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.")

× People who bash on Christians/mock Christianity. (Yes, I know there are terrible Christians out there, but please don't come to my blog just to start sending me hate just because of my religion.)

× 18+ people (Unless I know you/interact first)

× 13- kids (I really don't feel comfortable with talking to younger children.)

↪IWC (Interact With Caution):

(You will only fit into this group if you are none of the above in DNI.)

• People who are easily triggered by heavy topics such as mental disorders, EDs, SH, SA, etc.

• People who don't like Sans X Sans or Papyrus X Papyrus (Don't worry, there won't be any Sans X Papyrus though, not matter what AU)

• People who dislike Sanses & Papyri being anything other than male

• People who enjoy Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, and/or The Coffin of Andy and Leyley (Idm if you like it, I just don't want you to try to convince me to like it too)

• Satanists (Same thing as the above one ^)

↪OTI (Okay To Interact):

(You will only fit into this group if you are none of the above in DNI or IWC.)

✓ You like UT/UTMV

✓ You don't mind some dark jokes/content

✓ You're a decent, respectable person

↪Likes:

I'm really only into the Undertale fandom, but I also love the following games:

✓ Sky: COTL

✓ Do NOT Take This Cat Home

✓ Slime Rancher (1 & 2)

My favorite Sanses are:

✓ Cross

✓ Reaper

✓ Ink

✓ Dream

Misc things I like:

✓ Chicken flavored ramen noodles

✓ The color purple

✓ Hoodies

✓ Music

✓ Lemonade

↪Dislikes:

Please do not try to convince me to like/talk about:

× Hazbin Hotel

× Helluva Boss

× The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

× Dreammare (In any form. This includes Swadmare.)

× NSFW things (Reminder that I am a minor)

× Demons/Satanism/Cults/Etc.

↪Tags!!

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✧ Use (#comiconvos) to see answers to asks.

✧ Use (#bbchatter) to see random unrelated shit I post.

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Heya!! Feel free to not answer or not consent to it, but I was wondering if I could use your Heathers!Dust AU for a big ol' story I'm working on? (The Dustverse)

And if yes, may I know about your Heathers!Dust AU? ( In the form of links or just random little tidbits of info )

. . . and also Pestilence!Dust if that's all goods

Obviously feel free to say no! Hope you have a wonderful week regardless :]

of course you can use them! i'd be flattered!

My heathers au is based on the musical - Heathers, where the mtt play the heathers, and Cross is Veronica; Dust plays Heather Chandler's role here.

basically, theyre just the mucical cast but they the utmv guys

In my head, its also an actor au, but you can totally ignore that for plot purposes ;)

Heather Chandler actually dies about halfway through the musical, murdered accidentally by Veronica and JD - or Cross and Nightmare here - so if you wanted Dust to be a ghost or alive, totally up to you!

Chandler's bossy, the leader of the Heathers, manipulative and unappolagetic - mean for the sake of being mean, really

His scarf takes the place of heathers scrunchie here, and when he died, Killer (H.Duke) takes it and wears it in to ‘take control’ if you will. Dust does Not Like That (™) 

This makes Horror (H.Mcnamara) really sad 

i have a *cough* Slime tutorial here if you were interested hehe

Im gonna go through and tag all my heathers au now with 'Rues Heathers AU' so you should be able to find stuff ive done in the past from them, and stuff i will continue to make ;)

He or she pronouns are fine for Dust here, cus i couldnt really decide if i wanted to genderbend everyone to match the genders of the characters or not, so up to you really, both, one or the other, whatever lol

Pestilence is a bit more complicated; from my Four Horsemen Au - where Nightmare, Dust, Killer and Horror take the roles of the four horsemen, who are said to appear at the end of the humanity, and bring about the apocalypse and all that, from christian texts

Pestilance actually has a redesign since i made him, because hes one of my older things, so:

The first horseman, with a bow and crown, rides a white horse - Dust - Pestilence/Conquest

His crown is made of thorns and branches, jesus style, with melting candles dripping wax slowly; its said when the candles fully melt and the flames burn out, humanity is no more.

The actual 'crown' part of his crown are pitch black metal, and are shaped like arrows

The white sheet covers his face, the way you do to dead people - you do not want to end up seeing his face, because you wont see anything after it if you do ;)

he is constantly in a state of dusting - never fully committing to it,

His hands and body are covered and stained in monster dust and human blood, stains that can never be washed out

he is in a perpetual state of dusting, never really committing either way, just..constantly decaying

He constantly has this green illness liquid dripping from his eyes and mouth - its poison.

His arrows are all poison tipped as well

His bow and fletch are summonable, and attach to his belt easily - he can summon and de-summon them at will.

His horse - which i didnt draw because fuck that - is activly rotting and decaying, bones and rotting flesh making up its body. its a white horse, obviously, with voidless black eyes

both he and the horse trail dust everywhere, disease laying in the powder

the illness that he causes can be physical sickness, and it can be mental sickness, basically anything you count as ' being unwell' he can cause

hes a bit kooky really, he screams and cries and laughs a lot more than he actually talks but he is capable of it, hes just quiet and ominous really, and theres this lingering presence of illness and threat around him. like his space, which is ironic, because illness festers in crowded spaces, its where he thrives.

"i will cough on you if you do not leave me alone."

[orchardverse-blog]

INTRODUCTION

I've never written an introduction to a blog before so bare with me and stuff, okay? Got it? Good. Great.

This blog is fairly new so there won't be anything big or new and if there is you should check the intro (* which will be pinned) for anything new since I immediately update this post whenever I post something important.

What is OrchardVerse about?

Orchardverse takes place in a whole separate multiverse, at least, that is what is presumed. It is theorised that OCV and other UTMV's alike are linked together in one big spiderweb, but those are just theory's. Completely and utterly different from the main multiverse where most things are held. (* basically a multiverse filled with my headcanons which are technically canon in my verse)

There are the same Timelines and AUs as the UTMV like UnderSwap and UnderFell, it starts to deviate when Maple shows her face in the multiverse. Maple is an outcode who was never supposed to exist, if Cross and the rest of the gang never found her, she would very likely never live through the deletion of said AU she was in.

Things wouldn't have gone so far off the main UTMV and created its own separate multiverse, OCV, if Maple didn't go crazy and Nightmare didn't die and... If things were better. Maybe in another life, huh?

SPOILERS DOWN BELOW

Before I let you know the gist of things I need to make some facts clear first

Core!Frisk is seen as Dream's pupil or understudy of sorts, like a kid who finds you cool and wants to follow you around, while still taking care of the omega timeline

The Nightmare in this universe follows canon really closely but still has most of the hcs the community and myself follow (* because screw canon)

There is a need for balance but the stars and many other sanses are oblivious to it

Nightmare is a cruel person but good father

Core!Frisk looks like a teenager but still acts and behaves like their usual self just with an extra hint of angst

Maple isn't good nor bad

Core!Frisk isn't good nor bad

Basically, most people in this multiverse are neutral rather than black and white, despite how hard they would try to make others believe it.

This story is centred around Maple and Core!Frisk a lot, even going through some dark themes.

Okay now with that out of the way I can start summarising the beginning.

Nightmare and Dream die in battle by their brother's hands. Most mourn, others celebrate, what some don't do is plan a way to make those who are celebrating suffer.

Maple was lucky enough to live under Nightmare's care for the past 3 years without any hinderance until now that was. Seeing and even hearing people cheer on live television as your hero was now gone forever. Never will she be able to see him again and tell him about her day as he did his work. Gone were the days where she could watch as an AU was milked for its negativity. Compared to Dream, Nightmare barely got a proper urn, it certainly sucked but better than nothing. Living for 16 years on this earth has taught her many things but nothing could ever prepare her for the loss she would feel without her father.

Core!Frisk wasn't used to this uneasy feeling in their chest. There were other Dream's of course out there in the multiverse but it didn't feel the same. No matter how many different lenses of themselves they saw through nothing could make them feel the same because every universe had its different dynamics. Always a slight change in things. After all, something, even if it was too small to catch on, must change for a timeline to exist and that misplacement of an object could lead to anybody's death. It was risky for their mental health.

Sure, they saw deaths practically everyday at any moment but as long as they didn't think too hard about it, the memories will slip out of their mind eventually. Most of them do but some don't. It lingers. Waiting until they were at their most vulnerable

Maple wasn't having it. She wouldn't allow her family go down like this. They all were sulking, giving up, mourning. But she couldn't sit still any longer. She was always a bit of a problem child, doing bad things to get any attention she could get. This was her last selfish act. She needed her attention now or else she will just be another snuffed out flame.

When Nightmare died his soul was long gone but it solidified into a black apple which oozed negativity if you took a bite of it. How could she know that? Well, how else other than taking a risk? When her teeth sunk in she immediately lost consciousness. Finally waking up she saw where they had kept her father's remains, his office, was in ruins. Her back felt heavy and there was... Black goop dripping from her... Face?

That's all the spoilers you get since I'd hate to give you all the content right here for free without you working for it! >3<

What is Maple like?

Maple is described as unapproachable and scary with a crazy grin permanently etched onto her face. Anyone can tell she has been through a lot and is obviously mentally ill. Most rumour that Nightmare has forced this idea into her head. To take over his business and follow in his footsteps. Although, that is just her in public and rumours are only rumours.

Simply more propaganda.

Maple, out of the public eye, is still as mentally deranged as they make her out to be but she is much calmer since she can be herself. There aren't many people who can make her come out of her shell like that so nobody really knows how she acts without the pressure on her back.

What is Core!Frisk like?

Frisk is described as cheerful and child-like. Always so ready to help and kind. Has a sweet and warm smile that could melt anybody's heart if they flashed it at them. Many have claimed they are as energetic as usual but lately, nobody has seen much of them except for a few who see them on the streets.

Safe to say they aren't looking as good as they once were. But who would ever dare say something like that about their saviour?

Frisk, outside of the public eye, is much more troubled than they put on. Usually, they take a stroll or something to calm their nerves but it doesn't always work. They didn't expect how much of a weight everything would be on their shoulders.

Main character(s)?

Maple belongs to me

Core!Frisk belongs to DokuDoki

Side character(s)?

Reaper!Chara by Ren

Arius by Akii

Fresh!Sans by LoverOfPiggies

Ink!Sans by Comyet

Swap!Sans by idk jshdjdman

The entirety of the Bad Sanses but Nightmare and Error

(* might add more later on)

Relationships?

No canon relationships

Comics?

None at the moment, visit another time.

Genre?

Action, Adventure, Drama, and, Fantasy

The story flips back and forth from Maple to Frisk and back again, usually starts with Maple then goes back to Frisk. So if a comic of Maple came out already expect Frisk's to be next unless they are both in the same comic strip.

Sometimes it might go to a side character but it will go back to one of the main characters after a bit. The stories right themselves I can't help it.

Art?

I unfortunately haven't finished any...

Moral?

Moral of the story is... I don't know... Keep trying? Don't ask me bruv idk either.

That is all there is for now, there certainly will be more soon so stay tuned, after I finish comic con and my other projects then I will hop straight to OrChardVerse!

[cvbullshit]

For some backstory...

Long ago, when I was younger, I had a sort of UTMV rp sona. She was Alloy from Chocotale just... Female. Since then I had constantly improved her to my liking until around maybe 2 years ago when I just sort of kept her in the back of my fictional toy box.

While she was bland at first, just generic copy with a different gender, I did end up writing up a story for her that was... Decent. That was still a bit ago though.

I decided to redesign her to something that made a bit more sense for her story but then forgot to finish it.. Over and over again. Until today.

The problem is... I am hesitant to use her for anything. I currently don't have anything to use her in and she could still be updated, story wise. Not to mention her very existence brings back old memories that kind of upset me, like I literally cried when getting back into redesigning her.

Not to mention, her status is confusing. With her CURRENT story, I'm not sure if she's counting as a variant of Alloy or borderlining straight up OC. I don't know what to do with her. If I want to do anything with her.

But, here is her current design, I'll also give her current story. Just know that her current story is from like 2 years ago so it's not the freshest or best thing in the world, I just can't think of an update to what the fuck her story will be.

Redesign:

I don't know if this counts as an OG Alloy redesign as well but as far as I'm concerned it's not since the clothing is heavily influenced by my Alloy's story.

Here's the story I have down from 2 years ago:

Basically, this Alloy was created in secret by Gaster and left in a secret mini lab in Waterfall. She was left in an unconscious state, developing after Gaster's disappearance, and at some point she woke up and was able to leave. Her purpose was to protect Sans and Papyrus, therefore feeling instantly drawn to them and started living with them.

...You see how this story could be a bit better? Just, I don't know what to do with her. I made AUs of her too(Horrortale version was my favorite) and I had stuff prepared for all of them. They're all outdated too though.

I remember I had this weird thing where it was implied my Alloy had a thing for Grillby but then most of her AUs had things for their Sanses?? I don't- Understand why- Honestly the only two that worked was oddly Horror Alloy x Horror Sans and... Sort of Error Alloy x Error Sans. It still doesn't make much sense though. Well, Error Alloy x Error Sans kinda did make a bit more sense but now that I think about it, they'd be a bit more on the toxic side. But still.

Yeah I just- I don't know what to do with her. I feel a sense of emptiness with her. Maybe it's time to keep her in storage for good? Maybe.

[fallenasleepyetagain]

Boat Conversations - Dreamswap Fic

Part One

(although you don't need to read it before you read this one)

Media: UTMV/UTAU - Dreamswap

Genres: Pirate AU, human AU, the trio of Buffoons talking about their experiences at sea, gen-fic, dialogue & exposition heavy? (it's fun tho I promise), can be interpreted as romance, Kevin is featured pretty prominently (he's my silly guy), can be seen as romance, heavy emphasis on Nightmare and Error's relationship

Characters: Nightmare, Cross (she/her), Error (she/her), Kevin the Chicken, Dream (mentioned), Ink (she/her, mentioned), Blue (mentioned), unnamed members of Cross' family (mentioned)

Pairing(s): Cross/Nightmare/Error (Their relationship can be taken either romantically or platonically)

CW/TW: Mention of family death, mention of a suicide mission, mentions of abuse (nothing in detail), mentions of ship crashes, if you know the characters' backstories then any TW for them apply here.

Other Notes: @raccoon-in-a-dumpster I wrote more :3 This time featuring the Meme Squad! (sorry it took a bit LOL)

Word Count: 5373 Words

The small boat swayed side to side along the water. The sail was down, but not aimed anywhere. The moon was at its fullest and the sky was clear. All of the stars in the sky sparkled and reflected in the water. The boat itself was small, and only housed three people and a chicken. Yes, a chicken. A seaside chicken that wasn’t meant for eating was certainly unusual, but Nightmare would never do anything without his best buddy. Speaking of, Nightmare was one of the three members aboard the small ship. The ship was made of a gorgeous red wood, with one large sail, one small sail, and not many other decorations on it. It was a pretty ship, but not exactly extravagant. Not like Dream von Licht’s Radiance. Nightmare stroked Kevin’s (that's the chicken) hackles, the small bird trilling as he did so. Nightmare walked the length of his ship, which wasn’t named. It was likely that he would have to replace it sooner rather than later. He couldn’t get attached to it. Dream always came by with his troops and burned down, punctured holes, or whatever the fuck else to his ship.

The amount of boats he had gone through within the couple of months he’s been with his two other buddies was well into the double digits. It was exhausting having to steal ships constantly, and having to get new stuff over and over. Sometimes, he just considered handing himself over to Dream, that it wasn’t worth the trouble of fighting back. He always shook his head and tried desperately not to think about that kind of outcome. He wasn’t going to give up that easily. If Dream wanted him, then the bastard would have to get him himself.

The chicken in his arms shifted and squirmed, and Nightmare set Kevin down and gently scratched his head. He had made it to the helm of the boat and glanced around. It was quiet, and the air was crisp. It wasn’t a terribly cold night, and he was able to just wear a short-sleeved shirt without much issue. He slipped his hands into his pockets, Kevin trailing him, preening himself every so often. He looped around the helm and then started a trek back to the otherside of the boat. He wasn’t planning on sleeping tonight, so pacing the boat and hanging out with his chicken was the plan for the night.

Once Nightmare got to the other side of the boat, he realized that staying up wasn’t going to be a solo activity. Kevin cooed, announcing both his and Nightmare’s presence to Error who was sitting at the edge of the boat. She appeared unconcerned at the fact that she could fall right over into the ocean. She had a cup of coffee in her hands, and it was still steaming.

Nightmare shifted awkwardly on his feet, “Hey?”

Error flinched slightly, but turned her head around. She pushed up her red, comically large, rounded glasses. Settling them on her nose. “Sup. Have a seat?”

Without too much difficulty, Nightmare hopped over the fence and plopped next to Error, a good amount of space between them. Error had a whole set up out here, damn. With a fresh cup of coffee, and some sort of crochet project in her lap. There was also a lantern on the opposite side of her, sitting precariously on the fence behind her.

“Does that not give you anxiety?” Nightmare asked, wheezing out slightly. She took a glance at what he was referring to, that being the lantern.

Error shrugged, the crochet needles clinking together as she mindlessly worked on the project. “It’ll be fine. I’m pretty much anxious all the time.”

“SAME!” Cross shouted from the window leading to the living space. Error put her head in her hands and Nightmare snickered.

“COME DOWN HERE AND JOIN US!” Nightmare shouted back, laughing slightly to himself.

“OK!” And the window was slammed closed.

“And there goes my peace and quiet.” Error said, accented with an eye roll and a soft, if exasperated smile. Nightmare snickered in response, and leaned back. It was a little nerve wracking, being at the very edge of the ship. Luckily the skies were clear, and the water wasn’t moving too fast. If one of them were to fall in, they’d be alright. It would be scary and shitty but they wouldn’t drown or be left behind.

“What are you doing up?” Error asked him, going back to her crochet project.

“Couldn’t sleep. You?”

Error just shrugged, and turned to her side to pet Kevin’s head, since he had appeared out of nowhere to join them. The chicken cooed as Error stroked his head, and sat down when she ceased.

“Vague but ok.”

“My answer is the same as yours, dickhead, I couldn't sleep.”

“Don’t you complain about being tired all the time?”

“Don’t you?” Nightmare scoffed and rolled his eyes. Error got him there. He pulled up one of his legs into his lap, allowing the other one to dangle over the edge. After a few moments, Cross had finally made her way down to the back of the boat. Cross looked at the two dangling over the edge, before deciding to make the objectively correct decision to not sit along the ledge of the boat. Kevin burrowed himself in between Cross’s feet, and tucked his head back into himself, making the decision that none of the humans on the boat can seem to make: going to sleep.

“Couldn’t sleep either?”

“Yup.” Nightmare said as Error hummed in agreement. Cross paused and slid down the fence, sitting down, her back to Nightmare’s. The boat rocked side to side gently, the waves crashing against the wood, the smell of the sea, and the sound of Error’s crocheting needles clicking together was nice. It was just the three (er…four) of them on the open water, no Dream or navy in sight. None of them could remember the last time they had a relaxed, not stressful time like this.

They had no need to be anywhere, and being on the sea was the safest option for them. They were outlawed everywhere else. Supplies were high and they had no need to make any stops. Being at sea, with no place to go in mind was nice. Just allowing the sea to take them to wherever they wanted. Cross bent down and scritched at Kevin’s neck, the rooster cooing slightly in his sleep. Nightmare yawned and stretched his arms out, his back popping as he did so.

“It’s quiet tonight.” Error spoke, her tongue sticking out of her mouth slightly as she worked. 

“It’s nice though. Especially without Captain Von Bitch on our asses.”

“Mm.” Error nodded, pushing back a braid that had fallen in front of her face. “Although I do question his motives.”

“I think his motives are that he’s an asshole.”

“That is not what I mean at all but okay.”

Nightmare leaned against his knees and looked at Error. He wasn’t particularly fond of this conversation, but he wanted to see what Error was thinking. Especially if he needed to correct any factual errors that Error might have about him. The last thing he wanted was his friends believing that Dream was less of a dick than he actually was. Some people believed that Dream was some angel, and it pissed him off to no end. “What…do you mean then?”

“We do not qualify as pirates, since we hardly even steal and most violence we do is in self defense. While I don’t think our actions are well within the law - CROSS - but we aren’t pirates. And Dream exists in this weird gray area of not-pirate but also not-navy. And yet he claims that we’re pirates and he is not and it just doesn’t make sense? In all technicality he’s breaking the law as much as we are.” Error paused, “Does that make sense? I don’t know if I’m making sense.”

“No no, I totally get it.” Nightmare shook his head. “It’s because he’s a hypocrite. It’s part of who he is.” They had both deserted the navy. And yet he was the one Dream called a pirate. Truly if dramatic irony was a person, it would be Dream.

“You’ve known him for like, forever then?” Cross questioned, one of her eyebrows raised.

“Unfortunately.”

How could Nightmare not notice the quiet exchange of eye-contact between Error and Cross? The silent gesture of Error telling Cross to not to push any further. He liked that about Error, really. He knew that she understood not wanting to talk about someone, or even think about them. She knew when it was time to change subjects. He appreciated it. He pretended that he didn’t see it though, preferring to stroke Kevin’s head. The chicken purred, which is a thing that could happen! Most people associate purring with cats but chickens do it too! Nightmare loved telling Error and Cross chicken facts. Error found it less fun but Cross was always interested.

“I think it’s kind of mean to blame me for all the crimes we commit. You and Nightmare aren’t innocent either!”

Error rolled her eyes so hard that Nightmare worried that she would roll them into a different dimension. “I never said that we weren’t. You just tend to steal shit even though you don’t have to. Then we get in trouble and then we have to go back out to sea which makes us vulnerable.”

“You people don’t appreciate me.”

“I appreciate you, Cross.” Nightmare spoke, looking up at her.

A hand gently patted his forehead and he snickered, “THANK YOU.”

There was another silence, and the three took a second to listen. There was the sloshing of the waves against their vessel, Kevin’s soft trilling, the clicking of Error’s knitting needles, and no sound of another ship approaching them. It had been around a year since Nightmare picked up Error to be a part of his mini “pirate” crew, and nearly two years since he found Cross. To say that they were close was an understatement. At sea it was just them, they couldn’t exactly get away from each other. They had seen shit, and been through shit, and even though Nightmare was sure that they’d eventually get tired of his bullshut and leave, they didn’t.

Some aspects of their personal history often got lost. Nightmare was especially notorious for not talking about himself. And most of their conversations were making up random stories or telling each other ridiculous stories about who knows what. It was inevitable that heavier conversations would come up on occasion. 

Much to Cross and Error’s misfortune, Nightmare was feeling particularly somber. Maybe it was the nighttime, the quiet, or maybe he was just in a more grim mood than usual.

“Cross?”

The clicking of knitting needles got quieter, “Yea?”

“Have you lived at sea before? Like as a kid?” Nightmare asked. He was honestly hoping that she had, it would just make his brain happy. He hadn’t gone out to sea until he was nineteen and Error was a maybe. She couldn’t remember much of her life before she met Blue, and subsequently Nightmare and Error. The last thing she remembered were flashes of a terrible storm, and then awakening on a beach where she met Blue. It was entirely possible that she was always at sea, but no one could really be sure. If Cross was always at sea, then it would just make their little group complete.

“Dude I’ve been on the ocean since I was little.”

Nightmare mentally pumped his fist.

“Really? I didn’t think that it would be a good idea to bring kids onto open water.” Error commented, taking a second to stop her knitting and look up at Cross. Cross nodded, leaning into the ship railing.

“It’s not. My dad was a retired navy officer and I think it fucked him up badly or some bullshit. Maybe he was always fucking nuts, who knows. I never really had a home on land until I was like, twenty. Then I met you guys and the rest is history.” Cross laughed softly, although it didn’t reach her face. She spoke of her father on occasion, often by cussing or cursing him out.

“What happened?” 

“My family had enough, y’know?” Nightmare and Error could only assume what Cross had meant. “And one day when I was seventeen or so, I dunno, they dropped me off at a town with an old family friend. I wanted to go with them but…my mom made me stay behind.”

“Cross you don’t-” Nightmare started before Cross shushed him. She took a seat on the opposite side of the fence, back to back from Nightmare. 

“I know I don’t man. But I think I want to?”

“Jeez.” Nightmare grabbed Kevin and tossed him over the fence. The chicken, who was rightfully startled, screamed and ran off, squawking as he did so. Error gave Nightmare a look, something she did often, and he shrugged in response. He would give Kevin a small piece of bread as an apology. He didn’t give Kevin bread too often, since it did almost nothing in terms of nutrients. His bird friend liked it though, so it was a good apology gift when he pulled shit. 

It wasn’t often that the trio worked in sync together. While they worked efficiently during fights and outrunning Dream and his gaggle of self-righteous fools, on their off time they often had some clashes. Nothing relationship ruining, it was just they were always doing different things that sometimes contended with each other. However, that night they all had the same thought process. Nightmare hopped over the fence and plopped right down next to Cross. Error did the same, going on the opposite side of Nightmare.

There was a heavy silence. Cross was the most open out of the trio, but even this felt extremely personal. But Cross also had a point. Sometimes holding things in for too long was harmful, and Nightmare knew that better than anyone.

“Go ahead Cross.” Error prompted, her voice soft. She set her knitting needles down, her knees tucked into her chest.

“Ahah um.” Ah. It wouldn’t be a Cross-centered conversation if she didn’t try to back out of it. However both Nightmare and Error had gotten quite skilled at pushing back at Cross when she made an attempt to change the conversation topic.

“Don’t even think about it, Cross.” Nightmare said before anything else could happen, his voice sharp and to the point.

Cross’s mismatched eyes looked helplessly back at Error, who just stared back, the glare of the sun hiding most of her eyes through her glasses. She nodded at Cross, who took a deep breath.

“It was a suicide mission.” The words held heavy in the air. Error’s eyes widened for a second, but she didn’t react in any other way. Nightmare put his hand on Cross’s forearm. “They, my family, knew that the only way to get dad out of the picture was to go down with him. My mom left me with a family friend. I don’t think she wanted me to die. I don’t know why.” Cross scoffed.

“I worked with that family friend for a few years.” Cross looked down at Nightmare, “Then I met you.” The two shared a moment, shared a smile between each other. 

“There was more than that, but y’know.” Nightmare shrugged, turning to Error who’s face said nothing. Although he knew better than that. He figured that he should clear up some of the timing for her, since she wasn’t there until a few months later. Of course, she wasn’t left entirely in the dark. Especially since Cross would often rant and rave about her relationship with Ink and how Dream had wronged their friendship.

Error knew more about Ink’s past and history with Cross than both Cross and Nightmare expected. A few months into being a member on Nightmare’s ship, by complete coincidence, Nightmare and Dream had docked in neighboring towns. Error couldn’t sleep and, apparently, neither could Ink. At first, Error thought a fight would ensue on the dock. But it didn’t. They just sat down next to each other, legs hanging over the ocean water. They just chatted. About nothing in particular. It was similar to what the trio were doing now. Error hadn’t told them about it, and she doubts she ever will. Although Error did learn a few things about Ink. 

The most prevalent being that their stories were quite similar. Neither of them really remembered their life before meeting Dream and Nightmare. However Ink did have some memories of her childhood, unlike Error who had lost everything. It was interesting, to hear about someone else’s amnesia. She could only assume that her’s was due to the ship crash that she suspected took place before meeting Blue while Ink’s was due to trauma or something like that. Of course, Ink didn’t tell her everything. Most of their conversation was just a back and forth of ranting about things that annoyed them. However, one of the things Ink talked about, briefly, she wasn’t much for conversation, was that sometimes things would remind her of specific childhood events. Suddenly memories long forgotten would just…appear in her mind.

To Error, that sounded like hell.

They had talked briefly a few times after that meeting. Nightmare would never again dock in a city anywhere near Dream. Even if it meant stretching rations over a day or two longer than they should be. Life on the sea was comfortable, despite it all. 

“Wooph, thanks guys.” Cross looked between the two of them, a smile appearing on her face. “I think I needed that.”

“Yeah, of course.” Error said, her body no longer as tense as it was before.

“...I don’t think I’ve told anyone that before.” Cross added, voice going soft. That time, it was Nightmare who responded, arms crossed and resolute in his tone, “Well obviously. Why would you?”

“Nightmare.” Error punched, not with her full strength, him in his arm, and he yelped in surprise. “What he means is: thanks for trusting us Cross. We’re for you.” Nightmare rolled his eyes as he rubbed his arm, but his gaze softened when he made eye contact with Cross once more. He nodded, patting Cross’s forearm. It was awkward, but who would they be if they weren’t?

Cross laughed and a large yawn escaped her as she did so. She leaned back as she did so, a low grunt slowly leaving her. Exhausted. With a grunt, Cross stood up. Her hands reached around to her back and she stretched, and Nightmare could hear her spine pop as she did so. The three of them all struggled with their sleeping schedules, Nightmare the most, and all for different reasons. If one of them was going to head to bed first, it was almost a guarantee that it would be Cross. 

“I think I’m gonna…head on up.” She ruffled Nightmare’s hair as she spoke, much to his displeasure. “Fuckin’ spent.”

Error nodded, messing with her gloves, “That makes sense. Sleep on this, and if you wanna talk about it a bit more in the morning, you can. We’ll be here.” She snorted as she finished, as Cross was now leaning on Nightmare with her hand on his head. He was not amused one bit.

After messing up Nightmare’s hair a final time Cross spoke, “Yeah. Thanks. Will you two be…?” Nightmare shrugged, “Well. Good night, if you end up sleeping that is.”

“‘Night Cross.” Nightmare waved as Cross disappeared behind the corner and into their quarters. The ship was small and getting around it was easy enough, although it had little room for their sleeping quarters. The three of them had to sleep in the same general area, they really had no other choice. Error and Cross adjusted to it fine, for one reason or another, but Nightmare? Nightmare struggled. With his, well, nightmares. Ironic, huh?

So to avoid having that uncomfortable conversation, Nightmare just had the most fucked up sleep schedule known to man. It was worth it. Probably. Since it was just the three of them, they had to swap out who would do night shifts. It was often Nightmare who offered, so that he could stay up. He didn’t sleep very much anyway, the least he could do was be productive at night. That wasn’t every night though, as Error and Cross also took their fair share of night shifts. Nightmare didn’t sleep much at night when they did though, often plagued with terrors. So he compromised with his body. He often napped in short periods, not long enough to go into REM sleep and dream, but long enough that his brain could rest. It really sucked honestly, but it worked.

“You gonna head up soon too?” He asked, turning his head towards Error who had picked up her knitting needles and continued her project. His legs were crossed and he leaned into his hand. Both he and Error looked like shrimps, both of their posture being shitty as hell. 

“Are you?”

“I didn’t plan to.”

“Do you mind if I stay up with you?”

Nightmare blinked a few times, “Nah, not at all.”

There was a small smile on Error’s face, “Cool.”

Silence covered them like a soft blanket. Nightmare and Error didn’t hang out one on one that often, but when they did it was nice. She was just…chill. There wasn’t really a need to talk, although they totally could. He considered it, briefly, before seeing how enthralled Error was in her work. His tired eyes drifted up into the sky, the stars dancing in his vision. Error knew a lot about the stars and how to navigate with them, although from where he couldn’t say. His mouth opened to speak, to start some kind of conversation but she beat him to it.

“Mind if I ask you something?” Before he could respond, she added on, “You can say no, by the way. It might be kinda sensitive.” Error watched his face, at his dark blue eyes that looked almost purple in some lights. He squinted at her.

“Shoot.”

“Why did you leave the navy?”

“Oh. Yeah no, that’s not a hard question.” Nightmare paused as the tapping of bird feet on the deck slowly got louder. With a scream, Kevin lept into Nightmare’s arms, getting comfortable in his lap. “Hey buddy. Forgiven me already? Haha. Anyways, I deserted for a few reasons, um. The main one being I didn’t want to be part of the navy y’know? It was never a goal of mine to…fight, I guess? Being a military personnel sounds like hell. And when I did get drafted, I hated how both Dream and I were being treated. We both did.

“Dream was always more into it than I was. But I won’t get into his whole…everything.” There was a lot there. And honestly? He didn’t really want to think about the past, and his whole relationship with Dream. It was like putting salt in an open wound. On many occasions, he wondered if Dream thought about him the way he thought about Dream. There was this sour fondness that came up whenever he thought about their time together. And every time the wound he thought he had sewn up opened wide up for all to see.

Error nodded, knowing better than to push Nightmare about Dream. He looked over at her, and she just looked back at him. He did leave his reasoning unfinished.

“And eventually…I just kinda left. Went AWOL. I tried to convince Dream to come with me, but uh,” He forced a laugh into his voice, but his face was still tugged back into a sneer, “He already decided how he felt about me.”

“Do you have any idea why?”

“Why what?”

“Why he…y’know,” Error gestured with her hands.

Luckily, Nightmare knew what she meant.

“Not really. If I had to guess, I’d say that he saw how the military was running and thought that he could do a better job. He was always like that. Observing things and then making them better. When I went AWOL, I guess he lobbed me in with pirates and stuff? I couldn’t tell you why he did that.”

There, of course, was more to it than that. But Nightmare had reached his “talking about Dream” limit for the day, and he suspected Error could tell.

Nightmare stroked Kevin’s neck, “Dream’s mind is fucking enigma.”

The knitting needles and project were slowly being put away. “It really is, isn’t it?” She turned to look him in the eye, “Are you alright?”

“What?” He raised an eyebrow at her, “Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“We just had a deep conversation, of course I’m going to check in on you.”

God, Error was so cool like that. Nightmare scoffed slightly, but smiled at the sentiment. “Error, dude, I’m fine. Promise.”

“If you insist.” Error stood up, gathering up her knitting supplies in her hands. “I’m going to head off to bed. Or, try at least. You coming?”

“In a bit.”

With a nod, Error began to head back into the sleeping quarters. Nightmare had totally lied about heading back to bed, although he wondered if Error picked up on it. Not with Cross and Error being in the same room. He had filled in his quota of talking to his friends about important shit for the month, and he was not going to explain his horrendous nightmares. His nightmares varied in content and who was present. Very rarely were they just unsettling, making him wake up in a cold sweat. More often than not, he’d wake up in tears and gasping for air. And sometimes, on the worst nights, he would wake up screaming. That was the thing that he wanted to avoid at all costs.

However, there appeared to be a change in plans. Before Error could get far, Cross came barrelling from the door to the quarters. Nightmare could see the startled look on her face and stood up, keeping Kevin in his arms. She slid to a halt, around an arms length away from Nightmare, and Error pressed herself up against the nearby wall to avoid being touched. 

“Guys,” Cross heaved, not bothering to take a second to catch her breath. Sweat dripped from her forehead. Her eyes glanced wearily from Nightmare to Error, clearly shaken up. “It’s Dream, his ship, port side.”

“God fuckin’ damnit.” Nightmare seethed, setting Kevin down on a nearby barrel. The chicken didn’t even stir in his sleep. “Let’s go. I need to see how far he is. Maybe, if we’re lucky, we’ll be able to avoid him.”

The Trio of Idiots all made a fast dash to the front of the ship. Kevin and Error’s knitting supplies were left behind. Sometimes Nightmare cursed the messy nature of all of them, just leaving shit around with no reasoning behind it. Things often got lost or misplaced and sometimes it pissed him off, especially when he went to find something and it ended up falling right off of the ship. However, he had to thank both his, Error’s, and Cross’s lack of organization, as his spyglass was sitting precariously on top of some boxes. He grabbed as he ran up the bow, getting as far up it as he could. Cross and Error  soon joined him, the cold sea wind blowing in all of their faces. Nightmare raised the spyglass up to his left eye and glanced around at the port side.

The horizon between the endless blue ocean and star-covered sky is cut by a massive ship. Nightmare didn’t even need the skyglass to recognize it.

Radiance.

That stupid ship and its stupid name and its stupid captain!

“Is it him?” 

“Oh it’s fucking him alright.” Nightmare said, grinding his teeth as he did so. He focused on the ship. It was, thank god, not coming straight for them. He squinted at the bow. There was someone on it, talking to Dream. He could recognize Dream from a mile away, especially with his bright golden hair. But there was someone next to him. Someone he didn’t recognize. He stepped closer to the edge, leaning over to get a better look. Cross put her hand on his shoulder, to both stabilize him as well as getting into the position to catch him if he slipped. The last thing they needed was any of them falling into the water while Dream was around.

It was dark, and without memories to fill in the gaps, Nightmare couldn’t get a good grasp as to what exactly he looked like. There was some light illuminating from the Radiance, but not enough. Damnit! It also didn’t help that the stranger had pressed themself up against Dream either.

“What is it?” Error asked, “What do you see?”

“Some, uh, guy.”

“A guy?”

Nightmare adjusted the focus on the spyglass. He struggled to separate the stranger from Dream, but he did his best. “Yeah…wearing a blue something? A scarf maybe? They’ve got what I think is short brown hair and, uh, yeah that's about it.”

There wasn’t much to his description, but once he stepped back, he saw the startled expression on Error’s face. Wordlessly, he handed Error the spyglass so she could get a look. Cross shifted on her feet awkwardly, unsure if she should stabilize Error like she did with Nightmare or not. She glanced towards Nightmare who shook his head. Error was much more careful with her feet placement, and grounded herself securely.

Error hesitated. She didn’t raise the spyglass to her glasses for a moment too long. She swallowed hard, and she prayed to whatever deity that existed that Nightmare was wrong. That it was somewhere else, anyone else. She focused the spyglass and focused on where Dream and the other person were. Despite the multiple layers of glass between her eye and what she was seeing, it was clear enough who was on The Radiance. Error’s heart began to race, apprehension and adrenaline rushing through her. She staggered backwards, bumping into Nightmare, who shifted to her right.

“What’s the matter? Do you know him?”

A scoff left Error’s mouth, and she took her glasses off of her face and wiped them down with her skirt. “Do I know him? Yeah, I fucking know him.” She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Taking any grievances on Nightmare and Cross wasn’t a good idea. “It’s Blue.”

“WHAT?!” Cross stands there mouth agape.

“What is he doing with Dream of all people??”

“Who the hell knows!” Error rubbed her temples, “It’s…whatever. Right now we need to make sure we avoid his line of sight.”

The other two nodded, and Cross left to begin unveiling the sails, setting them up to catch as much wind as possible. Error’s job was to make sure cannons were loaded and working properly. While once might think that Cross should have that heavy lifting job, it was often much harder to work the sails. It’s also what Cross did on her dad’s ship, so hey, if it isn't broken don’t fix it. And often Nightmare took his position as captain (no one calls him captain) and steered the ship, assisting Cross and Error when necessary. When Error finished, she often assisted Nightmare or Cross in whatever they needed, and vice versa.

Before Error could get to work, Nightmare grabbed her by her sleeve. Despite there being no actual contact, she still jumped. He immediately pulled his hands away.

“Shit, sorry.”

“It’s fine. What’s up? We need to keep moving.”

“I know.” Nightmare crossed his arms. “Just…We care about you, y’know. If you need anything, I’m here.”

Error pushes her glasses up, the glare from the moon concealing her expression. With some hesitation, she grabs Nightmare’s hand with her gloved one. Wordlessly, she squeezes it, rubbing the back of his hand. A silent thank you.

She lets go of his hand before adjusting her glasses a final time, “Now, let’s beat some not-pirate ass.”

“Hell yeah.”

[sourgummiis]

SOURGUMMIIS!1

Last updates 9/6/24

Undertale alot! Skeletons, monsters (sometimes, humans/humanoids, animals, etc! I might draw/work for people, but its if i know them well and trust them! :D, i will draw for characters i think look cool! most times if i show up in ask's or draw someones characters, ive been wanting to and just got the courage to 😭

I wont draw — anything problematic, over suggestive, stereotypical, or anything i feel uncomfortable drawing!

🌀 MORE ABOUT ME—

I have been a underverse — handplates — deltarune — deltatraveler — undertale aus and undertale in general fan for a long time! I am starting to make comics inspired by alot of these things! My style should switch alot, since i am always trying to be better then before! calso va for a gacha series 👽, I also like gravity falls, regretavator, and mrorerere. MEXICAN AMERICAN!!!💯💯‼️‼️🗣🗣🔥

⭐️ ABOUT ACCOUNT — My whole account is mostly gonna revolve around creators i like, (cjdoesva, theskeletongames, caseoh, etc), games / fandoms im in, (undertale, sanrio, fnaf, etc) ,and my hyperfixations or favorite characters! (it has been fresh sans (crayonqueen/loverofpiggies) for a while now!) also I recently started tweaking about the watcher sans (areyoubea-why)

Other accounts — I am listed as "sourgummiis" on tumblr, deviantart, youtube, twitch (probably not gonna stream, but you can find me in cjdoesva + crayonqueen streams) TikTok, nd artfight. catwhiskerrs is my alt account! i draw in greyscale until the new underverse episode :), most posts there are jokes, and target the bad sanses but will occasionly be other sanses!

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EF AU - the official ef au page!1!

PASTELPURRFECT - an account I share with my close friend, DM. she mostly does everything on there while I make silly drawings

VIRUZWUZHERE- account for my oc, it's not done at all huhuhuh

TIKTOK - TIKTOK!!!

LUNIX HIGH EP. 1 - I did not make this!! A good friend of mine did, I voice Alexandra!

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#souranswers - answers to requests

[somehhuuuhh]

Me ranting again about a proshiper :v

Sorry, I just need to get something out again...

This is not any form of harassment this is just construction criticism

Tbh I veiw proshipers to be very disrespectful because they don't tag their stuff, they don't censor any trigger words, they would be rather rude if someone pointed out something, and they don't care if the creator of the character feel uncomfortable with their character using them for proshiping. ESPECIALLY in the utmv Fandom.

Okay I know that not all proshipers do the stuff that I talk about but lately I keep seeing proshipers doing those stuff.

The creator of dreamtale did express that shipping dream and nightmare make them very uncomfortable, and I did point that out to @dreamtale-enjoyer but.....

....they don't care

The said "Honestly, if the utau community genuinely believes that characters like Swap can just be given away to the community because the creator is problematic, then who tf cares if I get a lil weird w some of my ships" ummmm what the fuck do you mean the creator of swap was problematic. He just got tried of people using his undertale au and his oc for nsfw, shipping, and mischarater so he just give it away to the community that he was once in and loved, but turn on him.

Okay okay even if he was problematic so what? That's a very dumb excuse to say "so yea I don't care if the creator of a great au that they work very hard on feels uncomfortable that her amazing ocs are being use for in€est even though they said that they dont want that".

Like dude do you hear yourself there. Another excuse that they said that they should be allowed to ship the BROTHERS is that they just love their problematic ship right after she said "but the utau" I'm going to stop you there for a sec, it's the UTMV not UTAU, Kay? Let's move on "but the utau community really seems to believe that once a char is big enough it just stop being an oc and I don't like that" look, if you dont like that then stop acting like it isn't and treat the creator with more respect because you don't want your oc to be use for something that you are uncomfortable. WHICH MAKES ME VERY UPSET that they and other proshipers they don't care if they are disrespectful or if they're hurt someone just because they want get a lil weird with some of their ship

And I'm not just telling to respect other people boundaries just to @/dreamtale-enjoyer, I'm telling that to everyone basically.

And last thing I wanna say is that....don't you think it's a bit ironic that they said their a dreamtale enjoyer even though they don't respect the creators boundaries that made the au that they get to enjoy. It's a bit ironic....I must say

[marisunshine903]

Introduction:

Hiii, I’m Mari !! I post a lot of utmv/au related content since that’s my main focus of my blog:)

About me:

-I’m like…hella fucking introverted. Awkwardly shy too sooo I’m trying to open up to more artists out there, looking for new art moots too !!

-I mostly do a lot of digital art, kinda forgot how to do traditional drawings but most are just sketches.

-I’m into 3D animation, though I haven’t built any progress on it yet but hopefully soon, it is my dream as an animator after all^^

-My pronouns are she/her

Status:

-Art Trades and Collabs are open!! But they do take a good 2-4 weeks-

-Requests are open !!

-Currently working on a fanfiction about Idol AU by @/zucchiyeni!! I will keep you guys updated:)) (Don’t forget to check them out!!)

IMPORTANT STUFF!!

Palestine:

-I’ll look into it more and try to find some trustful donation links to share and spread awareness. I’ll update it as soon as possible to help support those in need.

-Let me know if you have any good resources sites through DMs!! (And please make sure it is 100% safe, I get super paranoid when it comes to scams)

DNI

-I will block pro/coms shits. I do not support any of that stuff. If you interact with them or support them, please back off.

-Please let me know if I accidentally or unknowingly follow/interact someone who interacts with that sort of problematic shit.

-This also applies to those who are homophobic, racists, etc.

-This blog is a safe place for everyone to interact within fandoms. I’d like for it to keep it that way for not just me, but for everyone’s safety.

[rosedrawsminecraft]

Hey Y'all!!

Welcome to the blog!!! This is a side blog by @twistedmoltenrose for Minecraft art and stuff, so that anyone who is following me over there gets spammed with UTMV content!!

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About Me:

My name is Rose!! Pronouns are they/she!!

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BYI:

No NSFW allowed. Do not even talk to me about s3x or any of that gross shit if I don't know you well enough or am able to trust you completely.

Please be kind. (If you have nothing nice to say, don't talk to me at all. I will block you.)

Don't bring politics onto this blog. I want this place to be a safe space from that shit. (Unless it's Minecraft politics :3)

No Hazbin Hotal or Helluva Boss will be mentioned on this blog.

I'd appreciate it a lot if you used tone tags for me please!!

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Please do not interact / if:

You are homophobic, transphobic, or have anything against the LGBTQ+ community

You are anti-therian/otherkin, anti-furry, or anti-system (Therians, Otherkin, furries, and systems are cool everyone!!!)

If you ship adults with kids or ship siblings. That's disgusting.

You are a DreamWasTaken fan/stan or Wilbur Soot fan/stan. (C!Dream and C!Wilbur are okay to be talked about, but not the actual content creators. Feel free to ask me why if you wanna. Also note I hate c!Dream with a burning passion)

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👑TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES👑

[strelitzia-mystery1097]

Oh!

Okay here's my story!

I got really into Undertale around 2018. It was cool and I thought Matpat's Undertale theories made 100% sense (I still really like the left Brian right brain theory regardless of how true it is).

I think the first time I was exposed to an AU was Newscapepro (I haven't watched him in years so I don't remember if that was his name or not) and for the second season of his Minecraft Undertale series it took place in Underfell.

I... didn't really like it. I liked Flowey and thought that the concept was cool. But seeing these silly characters be mean was a bit much for my naive and sensitive past self. Newscapepro's season 3 was full of UTMV stuff and I was SSSSOOOO confused. Not to mention that a lot of videos that were canon happened in between and I was watching hide n seek Idahotale or something to try and figure out who this evil Frisk was or that evil goop was, or how we went from bizarro Undertale to THE MULTIVERSE. I think after all of that, only Underfell and Underswap stuck out in my head as I just moved on.

I figured it all out a little while later that these were AUs but at this point I was kind of put off. (I also knew that Sans was the most popular AU character too cuz there was like a council of Sanses in that season 3.)

(I also saw Glitchtale at this time and that also got complicated and weird. Not to mention all the drama that I didn't even know about at that time. I think I stopped after Frisk was gone. I dont really want to talk about that series for obvious reasons so lets move on.)

But even though I never got into the AUs, I held a lot of love for Undertale and would still watch a lot of Undertale content and for Deltarune when that came out.

Cut to the end of 2022/the start of 2023. I had a pretty bad year (highschool, still undiagnosed depression, etc) and I spent Christmas with tonsillitis.

Then on my feed, I see Underverse 0.7 part 1. I realised this was probably an AU thing and I was not very interested. But the thumbnail looked really cool and I noticed how many views it had. I had nothing else to do so I clicked on the channel and found the playlist of season 1.

Apart from Underfell and Underswap, I did not reconise any of these AUs.

...This turned out to be the best experience I had with anything fandom ever!

I know people say that you can't watch Underverse without knowing the AUs but I strongly disagree. I was in the shoes of Classic Sans as things went crazy. Who was this paint vomiting Sans? Who's this X kid? Why is the animation so good? Why is the music awesome? And why is the story one of the best multiverse stories I have ever seen?!

I watched season 1 of Underverse and I was craving more. So I immediately went onto season 2. And after that I watched XTale (and that actually really helped me understand things and I rewatched the whole series again with that context) before finally reading the XTale and 21 years comic.

And thanks to Underverse I finally tried AUs again and I actually really enjoyed it. Underverse will always be my favourite but still!

I was changed by Jakei's work. I mean in the present day I have written fanfiction for the UTMV and I love the XTale characters (especially Cross lol) so much.

Because of Jakei I overcame my bias and gave the UTMV a fair shot. It's now one of my favourite things ever!

So I only wish good things happen for Jakei and whatever she does with her life. No matter how this ends, I will never regret watching Underverse.

[gremistired]

Greetings, I am back with your irregularly scheduled art post!

So basically I have like… 5 aus of my utmv ocs cus the brainrot is… so bad… n I have been hyperfixating on one I call Renewed Scales! It’s really cool n awesome and I’d explain it but we’d be here all day and I’m sure y’all just want the art so SJDNSSN

These two are experimental pieces! Basically playing with lighting and brushes n things I’d normally not do on a non experimental piece, and oh my god I cooked..

Basically, first one is my silliest of illies malfunction!! That was the first one I did, and this drawing takes place in the second half when tensions are high and malfunction has lost almost everyone she has to the bbeg who is oddly triangle shaped (it’s.. it’s bill sans- i wanted to use a bbeg that isn’t one of my ocs, and I wanted to explore other characters in the multiverse)

And the second one is my beloved man Dimidros!! The mad prophet of my au BeastTale! This one was the most experimental, and holy shit.. either way, this one takes place around… 4 years after malfunction and malware (need to rename her, also another fan kid I have that is very plot important for this au!) were born/created? Dimidros is talking to/getting harassed by the triangle man and basically said “Yk what, I know the exact time and date the two of us die, my goddesses will be back and they are gonna come kick yo ass” n then disappeared, he is mid teleport as he says this hence the drawing being all blurry n stuff!

And as a lil snack, a silly lil thing cus I promised my irl’s server that I’d draw malfunction happy next time!

Malfunction and malware! Raised in two different places and having the twin goddesses’ souls (reincarnation :3) these two mfs have so many issues! I need to malware post more, she’s so silly goofy (hopefully next malware post gives her a new name… cus it SUCKS[/j] and is too close to malfunction’s-)

Buut yea! I love Renewed Scales a normal amount, n all I can think about these past few days are Renewed Scales and a wof arc 4 au I’ll come here one day to talk about :D

If y’all read my rambles your a real one, I wanna post more here but my postable random thoughts are few and far between and I haven’t been drawing that often-

I shall depart now! I’ll try to post again this month… that’s all I can promise SHDSJDJSJSNA