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hi, i’m T! i run the blog. this blog is specifically for utmv x reader (be they platonic or romantic) scenarios, headcanons, or fics.

i enjoy writing for error & nightmare the most, and am your resident error simp.

please read the following thoroughly before interacting with my blog. please also know that i have the right to refuse any requests or prompts for any reason!

- romantic and platonic headcanons, scenarios, writing

- lgbtq+ characters, readers, & headcanons

- general headcanons for characters

- most utmv characters

- suggestive content, nsfw(?)

- fluff and angst

- yandere; can do obsessive, but yandere is territory i am not comfortable.

- gore; not good at writing it

- mafiafell specifically

- nsfw involving pedophillia/underage characters, incest, etc.

- anything related to vore.

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i really need to rewrite my pinned post.

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how about headcanons with a reader/mc that was created by Ink? he was measing around with paint and then accidents happen

This is my first ask or ur blog, but i think u write very well, i hopw ur having a good day/night ♡

YOOOO an ask… <3

thank you for the ask! i love for prompts (and thank you for the compliment i am going to go sob over it for three hours now)

A reader that was created by Ink :

Ink doesn’t have much time to comprehend what he’s just done, because the moment you realize that you Exist now, you start screaming.

Don’t worry— I understand. Existence is complicated normally, especially for someone who’s just been created and has full sentience and understanding of their surroundings. Ink is panicking, just a little. He takes your hands in his and tries his best to soothe you.

He tries to explain your circumstances to you, really not wanting you to start screaming again. “Hey there! I… think I made you.”

This alarms you, but you don’t scream. That’s a good sign, right?

Ink pulls you to your feet and takes you with him as he retreats further into his little domain. You hear him remark on how you need clothes, and probably food. “Do paint creatures need food?” He assumes they must. Probably. Please don’t let him forget to feed you. (You must be so happy you don’t have a concept of embarrassment yet, because you’ve been walking along for quite a while, and Ink really does need to get you some clothes. You don’t think to ask him why he can’t just make some.)

You’re settled into whatever area it is that he inhabits the most. He shows you his little ‘home,’ if it can be called that, and properly introduces himself to you. He asks if you’d like a name. He helps you pick one out, praising your choice once it’s finally decided. Look, he’s even taken the time to write it on his scarf! He won’t forget now!

He gives you what little food he keeps in his little ‘home,’ and tells you to stay put and to be good. He promises he’ll be back soon, but he’s got to go right now. He even writes it down.

It might be a while before he’s back. Hope you’re willing to contemplate your existence while he’s gone.

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@liinkkiden , this is for you!

Error with a reader who woke up in the anti void:

- People don’t normally wake up in his, er, domain. In fact, Error was the only person to end up there like that. And we all see what happened to him. So it’s more likely than not that you’ve errored yourself out to get there.

- What were you doing? Were you experimenting with something you’d been warned against? Exploring, maybe? Trying to tear a hole through the walls of the multiverse? (Error personally thinks that last one would be something Ink would do, but he can never be too sure) Or was it just dumb luck— er, maybe not luck, per say…

- He doesn’t care. He’s trying to decide whether to kick your ass to the curb, kill you, or, funnily enough, keep you around as something of a pet. He can’t make up his mind. You stay wrapped up in his strings and suspended high above him while he tries to make a decision. The first night (if you can call it that) passes slowly, the sound of you glitching out and trying to figure out what and where and why you are pulling Error into a long nap.

- He doesn’t make his mind up for a long time, continuing to put it off. He grows fond of your odd noises and twitching. It reminds him of himself, but without the intense amount of self loathing he carries around. He lets you down from his suspension, but keeps your hands bound at the wrist while he leads you around. He makes you sit with him, watch tv and eat and sometimes even read with him. He enjoys it, and he thinks you do too— he thinks it’s good for you.

- You do good with attention from him, you think. He’s nice to you (as nice as he could be, probably. You’ve seen him interact with Ink before. ‘Nice’ is definitely the word for it) and cares for your well-being. You’ve stopped minding that he binds your wrists together. It makes him comfortable, you’ve noticed, makes him a little less erratic. It’s fine.

- It’s been months at this point, though it feels like years in this place where time is simultaneously moving and frozen, when he offers to take you out of the anti void. Just a quick run, he says, we need snacks and you could use some fresh air. Dunno how long you’ve been here, but it’s been long enough, right? You venture into some universe that’s accepted the existence of other universes. Error takes you to something resembling a grocery store. He unbinds your wrist, leaving only a thin bow made of his string around your left wrist. You realize he trusts you. Just a little bit.

- The shopping trip is brief. You only grab the essentials, watching as Error pulls out a wallet that definitely isn’t his and slides over some horrifically glitched out currency to pay for the snacks. You’re waiting with the bags, looking around the place in wonder. And then you think— did I used to live like this? How did I get this way?

- The snacks are bought and carried (more like pulled) into the anti void along with yourself and Error, but the question gnaws at you. Who were you? What did you do? How’d you get into the void? It causes you to blue screen. You stay that way for a while.

- You wake up and you’re bound again, thin blue lines tying your torso and arms together and keeping your ankles tightly bound. Error is watching you silently, so close to you and with his fingers digging into the fabric of your clothing as he twitches, eyes wide and afraid, you realize. You crashed, he says simply when you ask him to explain. Just means you got overwhelmed. You don’t have to talk about it, but it’s not good to do that… Blue screen of death and all…

- You don’t explain. You cry. You glitch out and you thrash against wherever it is you’ve been put and you try to grab at yourself to try and tear yourself apart, but you can’t. One look from Error tells you everything you need to know. He’s done this before. To himself. You’re pretty sure he already knows the question you’ve asked yourself. You stop thrashing and start to scream, less screaming that hysterical sobbing. The strings around you loosen and reform, allowing you to fold your arms across your chest and to hold yourself before restricting you again. You realize it’s his way of offering a hug. It’s fine.

- It takes Error a couple of months to make his decision. He’s attached, he realizes one night while looking through different tears in his anti void. He spots another you— this one unglitched and smart enough to not mess around with things beyond their understanding, but he realizes he doesn’t care much for that version. He tells you what he saw and what he thinks. What you did, who you were, what your life had been like. It satiates you. You glitch, blue crowding your vision for just a moment before you’re brought back down. It’s fine.

- Error rethinks his choice a couple of times, watching you thrash about and glitch and whine in your sleep, but he always comes to the same conclusion. He likes your company. You seem as happy as possible where you are. You haven’t asked to leave. He thinks everything’ll be okay in the end. He’s pretty sure you think the same.

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I will not elaborate.

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Give me a fanfiction trope and I’ll grade it:

A: Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it.

B: Like it. Not one of my bigger cravings, but it can scratch a certain itch if I’m in the right mood.

C: Neutral. A good author might be able to sell it, but a bad one will kill it deader than dead.

D: Not my favorite. I avoid it if I can, but it won’t necessarily put me off reading something.

F: Hate it. Will immediately make me nope out of a fic.

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Garden of Melancholy stuff: Soworth Boys general facts (part one)

Scully (Nightmare!Sans)

- Scully Soworth is roughly thirty five, has been using the ‘Black Apple’ for a good twenty years, and is prideful to a fault. He’s been running his own ‘mob’ (that started off as a glorified drug ring) since he was in his early twenties. He’s got a twin he’s trying to kill and a mom he accidentally killed, but really, he’s not that bad.

- He’s rather reserved and prefers to let his ‘right hand man’ take care of things for him. He prefers to keep an eye on other, more important things. Like his twin, Reverie, or those pesky detectives out in Strade City. Or even you, if you catch his eye.

- Scully’s incredibly paranoid and is a pessimist. He’s insecure and feels as if he’s about to be betrayed at any given moment. He’s an insomniac who’s convinced he can’t dream and hates the person he’s become over time. However— he’s incredibly loyal, very protective, and surprisingly sweet if you catch him outside of business hours. He’ll keep an eye out for those he considers close, and is willing to do anything to keep them safe. He likes to see those he’s close to happy, and has plenty of time and resources to make it happen.

- Though he’s normally found cooped up in the back of his small personal library, he very much enjoys a more natural environment. Parks, hidden creeks, fruit orchards and even just backyard gardens are the places he feels the most comfortable in. In fact, he even has his own garden full of hyacinth. (What? No, it’s not because that’s his soul flower, what are you talking about?)

- I imagine Scully would prefer a partner who likes to take things slow, who’s okay with quiet displays of affection and who won’t pry into sensitive subjects. While he’s paranoid, he’ll do his best to respect your privacy if you’ll respect his. (Aside from the background check he has Exul and Crash do on you. It can’t be helped, dearest, it just comes with the career choice) Sometimes, he just needs someone to assure him that everything’s going to be okay, and that he’s not a monster like everyone really thinks.

- If Scully were to take you on a date, it’d likely be on a picnic in a secluded outdoor area, like his mother’s old estate with its beautiful garden full of his and Reverie’s apple trees. As a memento of the occasion, he might send you home with a flower or a leaf from the garden to press inside of a book.

- Scully’s soul flower is blue hyacinth, which represents constancy. Fun fact: His soul flower could’ve been sage (immortality) or borage (directness, bluntness)

Crash (Error!Sans)

- Crash Irvings is thirty one, a former computer support specialist, the current ‘right hand man’ of Scully, an arrogant asshole who doesn’t know the meaning of ‘punctual,’ and overall a very tired person. Between dealing with Scully’s workload and Graph’s bullshit, he doesn’t have much time for himself.

- As stated before, Crash is arrogant, brash and bold, and just a little unhinged. He’s also incredibly determined and/or stubborn, surprisingly charismatic, and incredibly curious. If the arrogance doesn’t turn you away, the stubbornness might. If you can move past both of those things, you might be able to be considered close to him.

- Crash met Scully after a very bad chain of events. To make a very long story short, he was too cocky and made a mistake, got caught up with a gang in Rosdian, and only narrowly escaped the consequences of his actions via running into Scully. (No, the mistake was not trying to blackmail someone. Shut up, Exul, it was one time and he was only caught because— okay, okay, shut IT—)

- Crash is the one who knows where everyone is, what everyone’s doing, who’s fucked up and who’s doing their job, and is also the person to answer to when people don’t want to bother Scully. Aside from making sure everyone does their jobs, Crash takes care of Scully’s social events. He organizes meetings between Scully and the Cristola family, makes sure relations between to Soworth Crew and the other local gangs are doing fine, and even organizes lavish get togethers to improve relations and recruit others. (He refuses to call them parties, but that’s really what they are)

- Crash enjoys sitting at home and fucking around online. If he could do his job from home he would, since really truly he despises interacting with the amount of people he sees on a daily basis. He lives for fucking with people he dislikes online, be it by fucking with their various social media accounts or slandering their names anonymously. (He’s. He’s a troll, that’s really the only way to put it)

- I imagine Crash would prefer a casual relationship— something that doesn’t take too much of his time with someone who isn’t too sensitive, isn’t too much like… well, himself, and someone who can understand his overall curiosity. Of course, he says he only wants a casual relationship and swears he won’t get attached, but he falls hard and fast and very quickly throws that out the window. He becomes possessive and clingy and practically needs to have this person by his side or else he feels like he’ll die.

- If Crash were to take you on a date, he’d likely just take you back to his home for a casual dinner and a long nap. He might show you some of the things he does in his free time. As a memento of the occasion, he might send you home with something small of his— one of his night shirts, probably, just to make sure you’ll be thinking of him.

- Crash’s soul flower is a tiger lily, which represents pride and wealth. Fun fact: his flower was almost red salvia (“forever mine,”) or ‘tall’ sunflower (haughtiness)

Slasher (Horror! Sans)

- Slasher Hackett is about twenty seven, spent most of his life raising his brother for his absent parents, and then ended up a victim of trafficking along with his brother. He may or may not have eaten somebody at one point— I wouldn’t ask him, Scully, or Thriller about it. It won’t end well, and he’ll probably start crying.

- Slasher takes care of things around Scully’s estate. He’s practically a one man security system, cooks meals worthy of gods, and is surprisingly diligent against the spider infestation in the attic. He likes keeping an eye out on Thriller, worrying over him even though he’s freshly twenty.

- While intimidating as hell, Slasher is incredibly endearing, if a little quiet and odd. Very friendly, almost like a mom in some ways. He’s just as protective as Scully is, thankfully nowhere near as prideful as him or Crash, and is just a little jumpy. Getting starved half to death in a basement and then having your skull caved in’ll do that to you.

- Man loves grocery shopping and the smell of lysol disinfectant. Can’t stand a messy house or rude houseguests, though he’ll make an exception for Crim and Grit. He adores organizing the kitchen (and reorganizing it) once a week, can recite almost every line of some of John Mulaney’s more popular skits, and isn’t too bad at crosswords now a days.

- His head injury makes it difficult to focus on much of anything for too long, and makes it difficult to think things through or remember the little things. He has a book full of things he’s written down because he wants to remember them exactly. He tries to do at least one crossword or word search a day to see if he’s getting any better. He still has to have Exul chop most of the vegetables, but he’s stopped nicking himself for the most part. He’s even able to process most of his, Scully and Crash’s conversations now— it just takes him an extra minute. Sure, he’s got a few motor tics now (cracking his knuckles repeatedly, tapping the desk like his life depends on it, his head and neck cracking to the side) but that can’t be helped.

- I imagine that Slasher would prefer a very patient partner who’s willing to adjust small aspects of their everyday life for him. Someone considerate and someone… small. A little weaker, a little less of a threat. It makes him feel better— safer. He wants a long term relationship right from the start, and if you’re down for that, he’s already thrilled. If you speak just a little slower for him to make sure he can catch every word, he’s in love and already ready to get married. (/j)

- If Slasher were to take you on a date, he’d take you restaurant hopping. One or two things here, maybe an appetizer there and— oh, you want dessert? Here, he’s got the tip money. As a memento of the occasion, he’d sneak something from one of the restaurants— a fork, maybe, or one of their tall red cups. Nothing much but it feels special to him.

- Slasher’s soul flower is begonia, meaning caution or gratitude. His flower was almost basil (good wishes) or daisy (innocence)

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it’s coming at some point within the next day or so. talking with nose to get some details figured out ✨😌

might post something garden of melancholy related later

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might post something garden of melancholy related later

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once again, i have ✨nothing✨ in my inbox and am open for requests

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Error in suit :3c mayhaps mafia error

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pssst

my askbox is empty

please ask me things

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-casually hands them some souls so they can pose with them- wickedtale by @alch3mic

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A bunch of mobs

Garden of melancholy au by nose-just-vibing / @nosebleed-inglishera

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May I get bedtime with Night, Dream, ink, and error, please? You’re a great writer btw! I love how you build your characters further than molds for the hc. Each is really clear from the other

of course!

also, thank you. being told i’m good with characters is like. the highest compliment i can possibly receive.

this did end up being less bedtime and more sleep, though.

Bedtime with Night, Dream, Ink, and Error:

Nightmare:

- It’s eleven or so, and Night’s still up and moving around. He’s likely just pacing around, lost in his own thoughts.

-You ask him to come to bed with you. He argues with you, but not for very long— he can tell that you’re tired, so he obliges. He doesn’t want you to be alone anyways.

-You both settle in the bed. It doesn’t take very long, though Night insists that he tucks you in. You let him, because you find it sweet.

-If he can help it, he’ll stay awake until you fall asleep. He’ll often stay awake even after you’ve fallen asleep. I think I’ve mentioned this before, but he likes watching you sleep. It calms him down and assures him that everything’s okay.

-If a nightmare disturbs your sleep, he’ll do his best to soothe you through it. He’ll wake you, rub your back and tell you that it’s okay, that he’s there. Most times, this is enough to soothe you back into sleep.

-Other nights you talk with him— it’s not much, just whispered conversations. You find that Night does best with confirming and denying things. “Are you sure it wasn’t real?” “Of course not.” “You’re sure nothing’s going to happen.” “I know it won’t.”

-Sometimes, you ask him if he ever has nightmares. “I don’t dream,” he tells you, his grip on you tightening as you nestle your head into the nook of his neck, yawning. You’re not sure you believe him, though you’re too tired to dwell on it.

-Nonetheless, bedtime is relatively uneventful.

Dream:

-Dream tries to keep both of you on a decent sleep schedule, though sometimes, you’ll wake around two or three in the morning to find him still awake, just staring up at the ceiling and not thinking of anything.

-He likes to keep you close while you sleep. You’re not sure if it’s because he craves someone’s touch, or if it’s because he feels safe. It doesn’t bother you much.

-Gonna be honest here— Dream’s got a bad habit of somewhat… rolling over you, if that makes sense. Like, you’ll wake up at some point to find him almost crushing you, and have to adjust him yourself.

-He’s also got a bad habit of rolling out of the bed. Sometimes he takes you with him, and it’s definitely not a fun way to wake up.

-If you have a nightmare, he wakes you up much like Night does. He doesn’t talk to you, instead focusing on holding you as close to you as he can, as if he can personally shield you from any bad dreams.

-He probably somewhat can. Empathetic being and all that jazz, there’s likely something he can do, though I’m not exactly sure what.

-Dream’s a lot more physical when it comes to comfort than Nightmare. He doesn’t talk much, if at all, when it comes to this. I don’t think you mind, though, since you fall asleep in his arms before long.

-Bedtime tends to be calm and quiet in this case.

Ink:

-I don’t think Ink sleeps??

-Like, okay, I know he has to sleep sometimes but I think he power naps more than he actually sleeps. And I don’t think he sleeps through the night.

-Don’t get me wrong, sometimes when you go to bed, you’ll wake up to find him in bed with you, but most nights you fall asleep alone.

-In rare cases when he’s absolutely drained, he’ll probably just crash wherever he’s at. Be it on your couch, in the bed, or even while taking showers. (That’s a terrifying thing to walk in on. “Hey, Ink, you’ve been in there for a wh— OH FUCK HE’S DEAD.”)

-He’s not one to watch you sleep, either. He thinks that’s somewhat creepy, which is surprising considering how much weird shit he does that could be considered creepy.

-So… you’re kinda on your own for this one.

Error:

-It takes a long time to get Error to share a bed with you, and even longer for him to drop the pillow barricade between the two of you.

-man it is not very fun to share a bed with error at first.

-First off, he’s probably a blanket hog. You wake up with cold ass feet only to find him in a blanket cocoon.

-Second off, the amount of times you’ve woken up to his hand or arm in your face, or to him having fallen off the bed is not fun. (“Error, you have lovely hands but you’re going to poke my eye out.” “…huh??”)

-Error doesn’t know what to do for his own nightmares, let alone his significant other’s.

-He’d likely wake you up and just… stare at you while you try to calm yourself down. He might offer you a couple squares of chocolate, maybe even hold your hand if he’s feeling up to it.

-If you’re too scared to go back to sleep, he’ll drag you to the tv and sit with you while the both of you watch something.

-If he has a nightmare, he doesn’t really want you to notice, or to try and comfort him. It’s not that an attempt is unwelcome, it’s that he doesn’t know what he needs, so how could you?

-With that said, he doesn’t mind if you talk to him while he calms down. Or if you choose to bundle him up in the blankets.

-there’s a lot of sleepless nights with Error, but it’s not always uncomfortable.

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god i fucking love flowers.

don’t you?

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do it.

What if i make a side blog to organize my au? Hahahah!jk!......unless?