I'm Going To Be Doing A Small Comic For My Fic Yet Another Battle. Here's Cross In Jail For All Of Your

Pathetic beautiful old man wet cat baby boy

sorry had to draw him being sad and pathetic

what encourages/motivates you to share fics you’ve written online? especially when you were starting out?

The first painting I've made in a long while. I wanted it to be fully lineless, but I guess old habits die hard.

Dusk is quite the pretty guy. He's lucky to have such precious ecto, which he's both aware and proud of, treasuring his skin like a temple.

His ecto is more opaque than most, when his LL is high, and shines and glimmers like freshwater pearls under the sun. when he's feeling a little down, his bones become visible again through the skin and the glow becomes dim.

Usually, Dusk doesn't use a female form, simply because he's most comfortable with a man's figure, however he does have his feminine moments. It is, after all, simply another part of himself.

This isn't meant to be NSFW, but instead pure self-indulgence. I draw Dusk feeling himself because it helps me feel comfortable in my own shape.

https://www.tumblr.com/maxxmakes/762856645959286784/errorink?source=share

You forgot to add the errorink/errink tag /nm /info

fixed ;)

thanks friend!

Did that one meme that's been goin around but with Plumfell

He said down and Fell drops all the way to the floor (to sleep)

Bonus:

One thing i've run up against when dealing with fandom and characters making less than ideal choices is that people seem to treat a character's decision being sympathetic, the decision being understandable, the decision being reasonable, and it being objectively the best solution for the situation, as synonymous. When those are 4 very different things.

I. on one hand I very much love this whole idea, you've got a good thing going for yourself, and with a bit of fiddling you could AO3 this yourself, but uh. I didn't expect soul sexy time with Fresh :sob:

Please tag next time....

Anyway, love it! I might doodle something later, idk.

oh, also, it's funny how your version of Fresh is actually not emotionless from the start. In the original lore, Fresh is totally and entirely disconnected from "feelings", except for one; fear.

Fear turns to dread, as he is suddenly made aware of his place in the multiverse as a *prey*, a *toy* who's entire existence solely rests on the willingness of a chosen few to allow him to exist. And when he feels that dread, he finally puts a word to that feeling he has of caring for Pacifrisk and a few others. Enough to want them to not be infected by his own freshness.

It's surprising to see you deviate so heavily from this, but in a nice way!

Haiii!! :D

I just wanted to say I love your newest fic and its preview comic, it feeds my hunger not only for Fresh content, but from the perspective of his host no less, that's also friendly towards him! (LunaMiuna guest account in ao3 comments is indeed me btw) It resembles my own daydreams about Fresh except in place of Epic is my skeleton OC, Arial. I can ramble to you all about them if you want, as well as my new parasite OC akin to Fresh! Would you want that? •v•? No pressure tho-

Also, I really like your portrayal of Fresh. Loved that cold and uncaring yet chill and friendly attitude, it's so fresh, hehe. :>

Oh my, thank you! I replied to all your comments, by the by ;)

Fresh is indeed pretty chill.

Hey, if you like my writing, why not check out the other things Solis and I have been writing and posting?

As Solis is on break for a few more days, there won't be any updates to Yet Another Parasite, but the other two are still updating as I have more things to correct and eventually post.

It could give you a lot of context to what the hell the setting for their multiverse is too, and heck, I like your comments :')

Speaking of comments, I'm gonna be using a lot of comments to make the Creator's little speeches during the fics...

Thanks again for correcting my little 4 am fuckups.

Oh, and-- Cross' trauma will make much more sense when Yet Another Battle catches up to his part of the plot more. Yet Another Mistake is Dusk and Fatal as a pair (Dusk is my baby boy I could rant about him to you if you'd like).

As for your OC, hells yeah, rant!

glad you liked it :)

Usually, this would have made Error anxious. Not necessarily the fact they were being listened to by Nightmare's cohort of loverboys, but the fact that he was let into Nightmare's more personal quarters instead of his office.

They were all strewn across each other on the couch, on some level of the sleeping scale- not quite awake, not quite asleep, and Horror wasn't even on the couch because Dust was curled against Nightmare, limbs tangled in tentacles, and Killer was taking up two whole spot with his upper body half curled against his boss, feet shoved into the fluff of Horror's jacket.

Once, Error would have felt uneasy for even thinking "oh hey, that's a new jacket", because of course he didn't keep track of Horror's clothes, he just happened to notice it and whatever.

Nightmare was waiting for his musings to be done, and that was something that had changed too, that he even was willing to wait for Error. He guessed Nightmare had been particularly good to him recently, and he was kind of thankful for that. He also guessed that it had to do with these men, who mellowed Nightmare out to the point of being a pillow for them whenever they liked.

Not quite lovers, not quite castlemates either.

"...I GgueSs I CcouldD ddDoo thHat.", Error drawled with stuttered and broken speech, and Nightmare smiled to hear the glitch he was proud to call his friend agree to a new deal.

"I'm glad we agree on this, Error. Tell me, would y..."

Nightmare drawled the letter out, falling silent as he looked struck with something like awe.

Killer looked up from his snuggling, blinking lazily and giving a small smile- startling Error with the sound of his purring. The destroyer flinched, and put the hand he'd tried to offer down, smoothing the front of his jacket as he tried not to panic.

There was an odd look in Nightmare's eyes and ugh, how irritating.

"ssSoRrY.", he mumbled, cursing himself for the disappointment that was hanging on to him, and frowned when Nightmare smiled.

"No, it is quite alright, Error. Do not ask forgiveness."

Error watched the goopy man grin, and raise his hand; held out for Error to take.

He hesitated- but steeled his nerves, the white noise of Killer's obnoxious purring actually helping soothe him.

This was stupid. It was just a handshake.

His phalanges touched Nightmare's, and the other curled his hand with surprising gentleness, a sort of embarrassing squeak leaving Error at that.

"AaA-nyw-"

"Do you wish to join us?"

The question was so out of pocket that Error froze, a question on the tip of his tongues. His brows narrowed, and he snatched his hand back, a little bit offended.

"Yeah, glitchy. Come here. We were about to watch undernovella's new episode anyway. Right guys?"

They most definitely weren't, but that was a nice thought, wasn't it? that they were willing to drop whatever they'd planned just to ensure Error would be happy. As if to double down, Killer pulled his legs from Horror's fluff, freeing that last spot on the couch, and Horror shuffled to the side. Joining them on the couch.

This was the first time they'd made such an offer.

Error's mangled heart swelled with something a little cold, and something a little warm.

It'd be nice. But he wasn't there yet.

"..."

he hesitated.

"NnNext ttTimMe."

He grimaced, when Killer's purring kicked up a notch and Nightmare grinned, and shuffled his feet awkwardly when Dust opened a socket to watch him and Horror smiled wide.

"I'll have to make more pop corn next time, then. To be sure."

He huffed, warmth blooming in his cheekbones.

"SsTop MAkkKIng tHiIis a BbbBig dDeal!"

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I love this so much, you really cooked

(This is relating to this)

inkmare :3

Context: Dream ate a black apple. He was corrupted as a result. This comic depicts his last sane days before it fully hits.

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(spoilers for chapter 8 of Yet Another Battle)

Dream: I guess that's what I'm doing, aren't I? Casting you away. How selfish of me...I'm sorry. I didn't...don't want to do this either. You just have to trust me.

Cross: Dream! (reaches for his hand)

Dream: (slaps it away) NO!

Cross: ow!