Bleep Bloop! Delivering This Drawing I Made Abt A Month Ago Because The Full Drawing Is Probably Never

Yes, the hole everyone is feeling—like they’re not quite right—is caused by Palette’s aura, which he inherited from Dream. (He’s not aware of that.)

There are a few different interpretations of who is affected by it, but here’s mine: very powerful or glitched people, like Error or Core Frisk, or gods (even if only in their own world), like all of Aftertale.Then there are Parasites, or people who are in control of their emotions, like Fresh and Ink—they would be immune (as well as their offspring).

(There’s also one other method I want to introduce later as a way to avoid it—if I stay motivated long enough to actually finish the story!)

Also, thank you for the compliment on the drawing and their dynamic! I tried not to write them as a ship (even if I do ship them), but more as a friendship—because that’s what they both really need.

And also, thanks for the feedback and questions—they really help motivate me to write the parts I normally don’t enjoy so much.

(Part 4) BFF <3

When Core found the box, they weren’t surprised for long. Omnipresence gave them the context they needed quickly. Gently, they lifted the tiny skeleton from the box, holding him with quiet care.

Core didn’t waste any time. This lonely nowhere was no place for him, so it was time to bring the newest inhabitant of the Omegatimeline home.And Palette was never alone again Core would make shure of that.

A small, winged friend he made almost immediately upon arrival was never far from his side.Goth and Palette grew up together, practically attached at the hip. It was rare to see one without the other. The little angel of death was the first Palette truly connected with—besides his Granpa. Palette was never bored with Goth. Most others were strange to Palette; he always had the feeling no one was real with him, always trying to please him. But Goth did fight with him. He yelled, he cried, they made up, they laughed—and everything felt real.

It was strange. Everyone besides Granpa and Goth felt not right. They always felt… not quite right!—

And for Goth, Palette was the first friend he could actually hug. Life as a reaper could be lonely. His father once told him only special people could get close to them. Goth agreed—Palette really was special

The two grew side by side, inseparable and happy for years and years

Until the day Palette decided to leave. Goth tried not to lash out—after all, he was not just mad he was sad.

He didn’t want Palette to leave, but he also didn’t want to hold him back. His father once said when you love something, you have to let it go—and when it comes back, it belongs to you. Goth really hoped his best friend would find what they were searching for… and would return.

for the drawing request thing, may i ask for Error watching one of those old shitty barbie movies?

Yes. Yes he would. He’d also be an ipad kid, lil man baby

Error belongs to CrayonQueen

I think he taste like skittles but idk man...

But heres my submission for @jasper00nb dtiys!!

Was really fun to test out anatomy!!

(Part 1)Pj Red paint

(This is a headcanon)

Ink kids are created through Ink’s magic mixing with other energies. So, if Ink is using a viral at the moment, it should affect the Kid.

When PJ was made, Ink was fighting Error. Most likely, he was using the Red viral—Anger. That would mean PJ was created with anger deeply woven into his magic. The result? PJ lashes out easily. He has no patience. He explodes without warning.

*The Angsty Part*

He’s still just a kid. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone. He doesn't understand why he’s always angry. There’s no clear reason, no explanation—just this pressure inside him that pushes him to snap and throw fists.

He gets into fights often. The smallest things set him off. Call him weird? You’ll regret it. Say his brother’s a nerd? Goodnight. Even something as harmless as a cough could push him over the edge.Afterward, he’s scared.

What did I do? Why did I do that? Why can’t I just let things go? He doesn’t know why he is the way he is. There’s no reason—right?

He tries to ignore it. He tries to stay calm. But inside, it’s a constant battle—one he doesn’t understand. And it feels like no one else is fighting the same war.He stares in the MirrorHe snaps. He punches the mirror. It shatters. He cries. His hand bleeds.He doesn’t care.

He just wants this feeling to stop.

Cry

its 12 am i cry coaurse inever made a good decion (i regret every decion i made ) in my life and i dont know waht im doing i want to kill myself becourse i cry and its the birthday of my friend im such an asshole but i cant stop feeling bad im just a horribel person i guss (my friend is awsome happy bday ! ) (to be fair every bithday ends with someone crying in my group) (i should maybe go to therapy again) (i cant go a week without crying why)(hope i dont puke

finally using this account again

smth i drew for a discord contest a while ago :3

HELP IM GETTTIHG SO MANY FOLLOWERS WITH GOOD ART HELLO???

i drew thhis like a day ago :33

made this gem on Sunday. had to wait all week to post it