SOMETIMES Nightmare Needs To Indulge Them In Their Mortal Needs... To Keep Them Functioning Yk. But Yk

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I want to see how many people actually are willing to say this and not just act like it

eathing them alive rn

I would very much like to see horror eating a non edible thing due to a headcannon I have that he has pica as a result of his AU having no magic food but remembering that in OG undertale inhabitants would put magic in everyday items, so while it wasn't great for him to eat household items, it's how he survived that long in a world so unforgiving-

Oh thats actually a cool headcannon and it makes sense

Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

do you think cross, after spending his life in a monochrome au, cried when he saw a sunset for the first time? when he saw the autumn leaves? the starry sky of outertale? the ocean? after living in xgaster’s sad beige mom au for thirty years of his life, imagine what vibrant, real color must’ve been like to see the first time. would he shy away from it, or would he seek out color at any and every opportunity, to make up for lost time? or would he ignore it, pretending it didn’t matter, because he didn’t want to think about how much he missed out on.

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(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.

Meeting the Sun

Hero Generation 6

Palette was so happy to finally start his journey and follow that strange call in his head. It told him how to open portals, which made traveling much easier. He was so excited.

He had overheard the warnings from his granpa “Be careful out there. Don’t step into the wrong AU.”

But the thrill of adventure drowned out the caution in his heart. Every portal he created fascinated him more and more. Every person he met, every sight he saw, was incredible. He absorbed it all like a sponge. With excitement bubbling inside, he opened another portal and stepped through.

The moment his shoe touched the ground, he crumbled. An ice-cold pain shook his bones.

What was that?

So much… too much.

Why did he feel so weak all of a sudden?

Why was he so scared... so terrified?

Why did his bones shake? Why were his eyes crying?

His mind clouded—stormy thoughts fell like raindrops and drowned him. He wanted to leave, but he couldn’t get up. This world was consuming him.

But it wasn’t just his fear.

He wasn’t afraid—was he?

He didn’t know why he would be.

Were those really his feelings?

They had to be… right?

He wanted to be home. Safe with Granpa. Right now. Please.

He needed help.He didn’t think he would ever feel so alone.

He cried for help.But nobody came.*

He couldn’t get up. It was overwhelming—fear, sadness, despair. He screamed, desperate and confused. What was happening? Why was everyone so scared? What was this immense hopelessness—growing like a black hole, swallowing everything... including him?And then that strange spark. Determination? Was that the source of all this fear?

Whoever that was had so much to much in their heart Palette already saw it how this world would die....

He felt like a flame—A candle caught in the middle of a raging storm, about to be snuffed out.He felt like a sailor in a lighthouse, about to be swallowed by a giant tsunami.Like a star, collapsing into nothing in the heat death of the universe.Like a firefly, caught in a vast spider’s web.

So small

So usless

So helpless

So completely alone.

He wanted to help them.He felt the urge to rise to become their hope. He needed to guide them. But he couldn’t.

Not alone

He was too weak.He wasn’t ready.He crumbled again, sinking into the ground.

He asked for help.But nobody came*.

He cried for help.But nobody came.*

He begged for help—Someone heard him.*

A warm light reached him. It blocked out everything else—like a soft blanket wrapped around him, shielding him from the oppressive atmosphere.

"Little one, what are you doing in a place like this? You’re not from here... How did you find yourself in such a terrible place? Let me bring you home, if you can tell me where do you belong?"

Palette finally found the strength to turn toward his savior. The voice was soft and calming. Golden-brown eyes met his gaze eyes that seemed to carry stars in their glow. A wooden crown—or was it a crown? Palette wasn’t sure. A light yellow cape, patterned with suns and stars, billowed gently. Palette didn’t know what to say.

The Omega Timeline?Is was his home?But was it where he belonged was that the same? No! His saviour had asked where he belonged!That wasn’t the same.So, weakly, Palette got to his feet and looked up at the tall skeleton.

"I don’t know where I belong... Can you help me find it?"

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'll break your bones 𖹭 KillerBunnies

Finishing off the art dump with this killerbunnies video I made

Expect some Asy!sans rework art soon, I drew some I just don't feel like writing right now

I am obsessed with the way you draw and characterize fresh-

It makes me smile :)))

A simple request for the silly to be drawn with the inkerr AND the nightmare :))

ur art is so yummy delicious and i want to eat it, and i hope you have a wonderful day

that one... pj's meme. Fresh just likes that they're fighting over him.

not ship :-]

^ immediately thought of the three of em'

I think if it was ship. fresh would be the worst person to ever have in a poly relationship, because he turns all his partners against each other cus he likes being fought over