Rex With Three Different OCs!

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Please, I'm begging. I'm so lonely.

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Preferably also someone who wants to rp a skellie against another skellie...!! let's rp gay boys.

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little portrait. for the ravenous frisk fans

you can pry my teal and orange color schemes out of my COLD. DEAD. HANDS

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.

the file name for this was "the honk legion" because like chuckles, this guy is a clown with dark quips aplenty

I have so much to say about him but tbh he was kinda made as a sort of....idk. System and DID representation? full disclaimer, I don't have it, he IS NOT A GOOD EXAMPLE OR EVEN AN ACTUAL SYSTEM BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY I DO NOT HAVE A SYSTEM AND I DO NOT WISH TO OFFEND ANYONE.

either way, yes. this is based off the idea that some multiverses might have a hard universe limit. when Error and other destroyers slack off, the universes on the outermost part might collide with the border, and each other, causing universes to collapse. this one is exactly this: three universes topple like dominos. The semi-sentient AU created as a result decides to fix it by.....uh.... *checks notes* fusing every single similar entity into one. So, instead of having Horror + Fell + Outer, you get this mess:

Legion.

Oh, and throw in the Error who failed to upkeep the entire thing, for comedic effect.

The four personalities of Legion cohabitate inside of his one body, regularly switching between each other to make said body properly function. Generally speaking, only one or two Sanses will be focused on the "outside", whereas the rest of them will be lounging around or chatting in headspace.

They do not use the nicknames "Horror/Fell/Outer/Error", and actually go by new ones (mostly out of a general agreement that "sans" is too annoying at the moment to use, and that they can't be bothered to fight over who gets to keep "sans".

Horror = Pumpkin, or Pumps (like the shoes, funnily enough. Pumpkin/Horror has a versed interest in fashion, choosing to just...not deal with their food intake. He has tried to ask Toffee for help learning how to knit, but it turns out he's just not patient enough.)

Outer = Star (Some people nick him Starburst. He's admittedly the most laidback of the group, being the main person in charge since he has the healthiest habits out of them all.)

Error = Toffee (This version of Error is actually a variant of a variant of Geno from a variant of an aftertale. Toffee being the nickname delivered to him by the Creators, for the color of his bones and the appearance of his blood when in the save screen. Of course, it didn't stick, as he turned into Error shortly after the voices manifested.)

and finally,

Fell = Pepper (as in, a bell pepper. His original nickname was Velvet, but the others just could not let it go when they witnessed him just...bite into a bell pepper like an apple. It has evolved into him keeping it as his name, because clearly there was no beating the meme)

FEEL FREE TO ASK ME MORE ABOUT THEM OMG.

(here's a very old design of him from five years ago, not accurate anymore.)

Just read the title of the video and I had to

Can you draw Error x Paperjam please?

I'm sorry, I won't do that.

holyshitholyshitholyshit

Rage!Sans. Also nicknamed Rex. He's a bitch nobody likes him. Well people like him but like

they shouldn't

he's mean

also, where does one find such a suspiciously large quantity of real fur in the underground...oh, look, a torn flower on his head too...love it love it.

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.

A few of my favorite Joan art pieces. I LOVE JOAN AGH

feat Ekleipsis (from @rinky-dinky-dink) and Arti (my boy)