YET ANOTHER...outfit Variant For Dusk. I Love Him To Bits

this is beautiful. How did I not find it before?

ꔠ > Roleplay Starter : The Fields

In a simulated universe, you are brought to a virtual landscape - specifically on a plain and lonely island in the middle of the vast ocean. Above are the vibrant blue skies adorned with fluffy white clouds. There in the tall grass stands a lone skeleton with strange discolored arms taking a stroll, their back turned. They were humming to themselves, mindless among the fields.

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I love this guy. so pretty

Ur sans is so cute!!, can i give him a little kiss on the cheek

Hehe thank you! Go ahead x3

PART TWO OF ME DUMPING MY OLD OCs HERE

on the first line we have Strive and Moror! Moror is a sacrifice, Strive is a Fresh parasite, you know the deal. While Strive did take Moror as a host, Moror didn't shut up about it and somehow managed to charm Fresh's socks off with his natural wit and sweet nature. Moror fell hard, Fresh fell harder. When Moror's soul eventually broke, Fresh swore to strive to be better (or smth), changing names and even dropping part of his mask to be sweeter to the regular people.

Next one is Snipes. Basically the monsters from Underlust get to the surface, immediately get drafted into a human war (they can't get them to wear normal clothes)

Third line is Jack, the beautiful little skeleton. He has a clock instead of a soul, and one rule to obey at all times: never fall in love (or his clock stops and he dies). He's a sweetheart. Will faint if you smile at him too much. I love this guy.

THEN GREELING ON THE LEFT, AND CIPHER ON THE RIGHT. Greeling is Greed + Ling from Fullmetal alchemist + Rouxls Kaard. Cipher is Bill Cipher + Chara + a green soul.

Next are Styxis and Reseda. I'll be honest, idk what they were about

aaaand last but not least, Virus Chara. A big zombie-ish apocalypse is happening in the human world. A father falls in the underground with a five-year-old, which was born from an infected mother. He dies when Toriel finds the two, effectively contaminating her. Chara, the child, is a carrier of the disease that doesn't suffer its effects. They're given a hazmat suit to waddle around in as they discover their own magic, meanwhile the Underground falls into despair and disarray when the infection spreads. Soon, Chara is left all alone to scavenge and try to survive (it doesn't go well.)

THE RESULT OF AN ART TRADE I'M SO HYPED. @twinpancake236 Thank you for drawing my boy rex! My piece is under the cut.

DOODLES

CHAPTER 11 of YET ANOTHER BATTLE DROPS TOMORROW LESGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

link to chapter one on ao3

Dream finds an apple: a black apple. he eats it, trying to prove a point, and the entire multiverse has to pick up the mess- especially Nightmare, who's done with this bullshit but has no other choice.

Ships are: Bad sanses poly, Cream, Errink, Inkmare, Errormare, murder time trio.

*throws this at you.*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CYAN! TAKE UR FREAK CMY, RAHHHH

CMY belongs to @peach-flavored-cyanide

The entire chapter one of UNDERWISHER. I might continue this later? I'm not sure.

this is so pretty

Ink!Gaster - Scribe

Basics

Ink!Gaster, goes by Scribe

12’0

Lanky, lean

Former god and creator

Retired as his soul can’t sustain any more creation

Can be used for any reason, with any au, and linked to any story. (Just tag me, i’d love to see!)

Lore

He began as a creator who couldn’t resist the urge to bring worlds to life. He was once a scientist—curious, brilliant, and maybe a little too ambitious. He discovered that by pouring fragments of his own soul into his creations, he could craft entire AUs, monsters, and relics within the ever-shifting realm of the Doodlesphere. But there was a catch. Every creation left him weaker, cracks forming along his body, leaking vibrant streams of color and ink that never quite healed.

As Scribe stretched himself thinner and thinner, his form grew unstable, his magic harder to control. His jacket, once clean, became a chaotic mess of splatters and smears—a symbol of the many worlds and beings he’d breathed life into. His eye, constantly shifting in rainbow hues, is the only part of him still brimming with the same fierce energy he started with, though even that flickers now, a reminder of the power he’s both lost and wielded.

Eventually, his body couldn’t handle the strain anymore. Each crack threatened to break him apart, and he had to make a choice: give up creating or risk losing himself entirely. He chose to step back, letting go of the active role he once had in shaping worlds. Now, he lingers in the shadows of the Doodlesphere, watching over the worlds he once cared for, half-forgotten but still present for those who know where to look.

Scribe is no longer a god or even a creator in the traditional sense. He’s more of a wandering storyteller, a faded legend wrapped in color and ink. He whispers guidance to those who listen, influencing the edges of stories he once would have leapt to shape. Every now and then, a piece of him, a swirl of color or a quiet spark, finds its way into a new world, a soft reminder of a creator who gave everything he had to his art.

(Inktale of course belongs to @comyet)

Art

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