The Tupper Pfp For Virus! Chara. Once I Paint Once, I Have To Paint More And This Lil' Child Is Literally

ARGHHH I love themmmmm

you guys want some shittily drawn angst of course you do

About the one time Error met Dream long enough to talk.

A short fic, set in Yet Another Battle's pre-fic world.

Error and Dream need to stop meeting like this.

Not ship whatsoever. Also, remember that Dream and Error's opinions are entirely biased. Some may argue that Ink's actions were justified considering Error's own actions.

Error laid on his side, looking bored as hell, staring straight ahead.

Ink had apparently "caught" him earlier, using creator-knows-what secret technique, tied him all up in black painted-on tape, and was called up in whatever other universe he was needed in. Of course, he'd hopped by the universe Dream was in, gave him a key and asked the star Sanses' golden boy to come look over his captive for him.

Unfortunately for Dream, he was interrupted mid-dinner, and had to excuse himself from Blue's company, who laughed and told him to take some food along as he went. So, here he was now, uncomfortable, staring at a man who was resolutely not staring back.

"WhY aRE yOu HerE.", he said, and it was almost like he was disappointed Ink wasn't here himself. Dream actually didn't really know what to answer to that.

"Uh...I guess because Ink asked me to?"

Those heterochromic eyes narrowed at nothing, and Error gave one of those mocking-yet-oddly-shaky grins only he could pull off.

"VoiD DAMn. InK MaKEs ChiLDren dO HiS DIrTY worK, nOw?"

"Wh- I'm not a child. I've just got....young-looking bones."

"AnD I'M a GOd. To EAch THeIr sTRUgGle."

In anyone else's mouth, that would've sounded like a joke, but Dream knew better. Error only joked around when he felt the need to throw witty one-liners at Ink during battle. He usually didn't even talk to the rest of them, just levelled a glare at them like they weren't even worth the effort of fighting them.

He gave a "tssk", and struggled (kind of like a worm, which was funny but Dream didn't laugh) to sit up.

"So. WhAT doEs He WAnT ThiS TimE?", Error asked, face straight, unbothered. "tO kILl Me?"

Dream sputtered in surprise, shaken by the very notion.

"What! of course not, we don't--we don't kill--!" The word even felt foreign on his tongue, and Dream couldn't help himself but to sadden. Of course Error would expect to be killed. He'd done so much evil himself, too.

What would be the alternative, though? To keep him like this, locked up, prisoner of a small room in Ink's currently chosen home? Forever? That was a fate Dream didn't even want to imagine, his compassionate soul whimpering a complaint at the mere notion. He shook his head, as Error continued.

"iT WouLDn'T BE thE FirST tIMe.", he said, detachedly, as though he'd watched that particular episode of his life on a TV. just, simply, a telenovella episode, with a gruesome end and more magic-blood budget than a stephen king movie adaptation. Dream choked on his words, plate sliding out of his grasp to tumble on the floor, smashing on impact.

But that...that didn't make any sense, did it?

Error narrowed his eyes, grinning. Guess the apple kid didn't exactly hear that part of the story.

....Ink did mention to Dream that Error was immortal, before. How would he have found out, if not by....trying? Eyeing the shattered plate, Error inched ever so closer to Dream (though he abhorred the thought of being even close.)

"guESs He dIDn'T TeLL yOu. YoU'Ve sEEn hOw HE geTS wiTh REd PaiNT?"

"yes, but! he wouldn't hurt anyone. Not really,", Dream insisted, tightening his empty hands and digging his fingertips into the soft fabric of his gloves. "Never enough to kill. Besides, you're still alive right now."

"I alREadY KnEw I CoULdn'T DiE PRoPERly. He DIdn'T. I brOKe His BrUSh, hE doWNed tHE boTTle."

Error, ever the smart cookie, set his hands on the ground. Hanging on his every words, Dream didn't exactly notice a piece of ceramic vanish into his palms.

"SmAShED mY fuCKiNG hEAd iN WiTH a ROck."

Color drained from Dream. He looked shocked, and utterly disgusted by the idea of such a thing happening. Well, Error could understand that, kind of. Dream had always held Ink in much too high a regard.

"He wouldn't," he insisted with a half-voice.

"iT DOesN't MAttEr wHAt yoU ThInK He wOUld anD WOulDN'T DO. You'Re a PAwn AnYwAYS. He dOEsn'T LOve YOu."

"No....no, you're wrong. It can't possibly--"

Dream never had a chance to finish his sentence, as blue strings erupted from Error's newly freed hands to loop around Dream. Error snickered as he left, leaving Dream tied up just like he was (after, of course, calling him a sucker and an idiot.) The problem being- Dream knew that if Ink remembered, he'd feel bad. But did Ink even apologize for that? Was there a universe where I'm sorry would fix this? Dream, slowly but surely- began doubting the skeleton who he thought was a hero. It didn't even matter if Error lied.

Thinking in absolutes was the one thing that would lead to Dream's downfall, eventually.

*scooting into ur inbox…*

erh could I request Reaper x Ink…

I love them…they’re my silly rare pair guys

/np!!!

a lil' doodle!!!

I feel like Ink would love cuddles, and wouldn't take Reaper's fright too seriously because he comes back from death anyways, meanwhile Reaper is on the brink of a heart attack

This one belongs to @thelunarsystemwrites

Sorry, I almost didn't see your request there! I just changed blogs, is why I'm posting this here. Hopefully you like it.

Dear diary, today I found a wild bitty on the street. It was all tangled up in some kind of web (I was lucky, I didn't even SEE a spider). I went back home in a hurry to bring back scissors and cut it free (I didn't want to tug because they went all around its little soul and I was afraid I would break it).

The little bitty (I was told it's a Sans type) passed out before I could set it free again, so I wrapped it up in a blanket and rushed the little thing to the vet. They said it didn't look injured, just dehydrated and a tiny bit starve. They also said the soul was kind of intact, but it had a high LV which made it dangerous. I don't know about all that, it just seemed scared to me. I refused (obviously) the offer to put it down and brought it home with me since it SHOULD be safe to keep it (I hope).

I've been trying to talk to it, but it doesn't want to respond and it bites my hand if I get too close. So far, the only thing I've figured out is that it likes ketchup. I think I'm going to keep it, if I can figure out its name.

this is absolutely amazing.

POV: When your boss says that you all need to “GTFO” so you punch a kid and steal their bike 💞

(They’re asses are gonna be sent to jail istg /lh - Mod Ratio)

DOODLES

crink pls and my life is yours/np :3

look at them. They're so gay. I wanna shake them in a salt shaker

What about French Charas? 'Cause Chara has a latin root it very much is an old-ass, unused since 1200, frenchie name. CH is pronounced K in french too.

Gimme a French chara with the thickest fucking accent please

oui oui bonjour baguette

My favorite number is nine hon hon hon

Trnacript: Everytime a chara is made British an angel looses their wings </3 (I will accept irish or Scottish chara if they absolutely must be European, but in my heart they are southern mid western American) (frisk is Samoan)

Just read the title of the video and I had to

gahhhhh he's so CUTE UGH

The first of three gifts Radio needs to give 🤗 - Mod Ratio