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the snork mimimi

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

The brothassss!!! how cute they are -w-

This drawing is kinda old xd

TETRIS the Silly Bandz chimera ✨

Ink.. buddy... you may want to correct your posture to fix that statement.........../silly

Shrimp

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?"

Day 71 - stand for the flag!!

Dusttale by Ask-Dusttale

Got inspired by this post by @/dailyblueberror. Saw it while scrolling the utmv tag and I just HAD to do this with a Dust.

Special thanks to the online flag waver btw

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?"

Could you draw Lust gossiping with Fell?

They’re having a self care night!!

The Hero Gen. Boys

The 4 Boys!!!

I wanted to have a consistent way to draw them, so I tried making little designs based on their original looks (Goth mostly stayed the same). (Btw the lights next to them are how i imagin their Magic

Goth =His magic is sharp at first, then warm—like a blanket full of feathers.

Palette's =It feels sparkly and warm, like wonder candles glowing in the dark.

Crescent's =His Magic is like dark, thick clouds with cold flakes drifting through them.

PJ's =Pure chaos—like something that’s both liquid and gas at the same)

A few little notes:

Goth Nekophy

He wears flowers around his wrists to keep his death magic in check. When the flowers die, he knows his magic could hurt others.You can't see it, but there's a Life Tree drawn (by Palette) on the back of Goth’s coat.He’s also the youngest.That’s simply because the other three are the same age, and I thought it was important not to make him the same age too.

Crescent by Lunnar-Chan

His jacket is an old one from Horror. He often wears jackets from other gang members—it makes him feel safe.He's also the tallest of the 4 boys.

Palette by Lasserbatsu

I kind of used The Little Prince as inspiration for him (you totally can’t tell, because it’s just the scarf). (I still work on that one a bit)

PJ by 7goodangel

I just think it looks neat, lol.

So glad that we as a community decided Error was not apart of the Bad Sans’ but rather a guy that’s just there sometimes

He So did actuly had him (and Killer) in there at first but then i wanted it to be just between the brothers :)

Brother

)just a silly littel idear that had to leave my head(

No one was sure what had triggered the fight. Between Dream and Nightmare any attempts to stop them were hopeless. It was already too late. The feelings they had long buried bubbled to the surface. All the emotions they had swallowed down to keep the fragile peace finally broke free.The multiverse held its breath as the battle unfolded a clash that could easily throw everything back into another devastating war.

Nightmare blamed Dream for everything, for not seeing his pain back then, for not stepping up when he needed him, for not stopping the villagers. In Nightmare's world Dream had turned a blind eye to his suffering, leaving him completely alone.

Dream, on the other hand, argued that they had only been eight years old. He hadn’t seen Nightmare’s pain, he hadn’t realized what was happening — but that wasn’t his fault. Nightmare could have said something, could have voiced his worries instead of shutting himself off more and more.

Dream insisted that he, too, was a victim. He pleaded, telling Nightmare how difficult it had been to wake up from his stone prison, only to find everyone he had known was dead

His friends.

The Tree.

Their Mother.

And then, to see Nightmare, his own brother, turned into a monster, trying to kill him...

He had still been just eight years old. He had been so, so alone.

Nightmare lashed out, his tentacles sharpening and twisting violently.Dream complaining to veen alone he had no idea what it ment to be alone Nightmare had been truly alone for five hundred years, awake through it all, with no one.

But Dream cut him off sharply.

"We were both alone,"

Nightmare flinched. He was too angry to truly accept those words, but he couldn’t find anything to throw back at Dream either.

And thats why Dream kept going, his voice trembling with pain:

"I was forced to grow up fast — to balance you out but so were you. Suddenly, I had to fight the only family I had left but so did you. I had to navigate a strange and confusing world... all by myself but so did you."

There was a long, heavy silence between them. Then, Dream whispered, almost too softly to hear:

"I don’t want to fight with you anymore im so tiered. But... it’s clear we both hurt each other. I just wanted my brother back i just want to be things like they were ."

Nightmare’s expression darkened. His voice was low, bitter:

"I'm not that brother anymore and you cant change me things can not be the same ever again"

Dream sighed, tears finally slipping down his cheeks and falling to the ground. He gave a small, broken nod before turning and running away, unable to stay any longer.Nightmare, left alone, lashed out against everything in his field of vision his anger and sorrow exploding outward in a storm of darkness.

And they made up again neither Nightmare nor Dream would be the same but with a lot of work they could be something new

Brother

)just a silly littel idear that had to leave my head(

No one was sure what had triggered the fight. Between Dream and Nightmare any attempts to stop them were hopeless. It was already too late. The feelings they had long buried bubbled to the surface. All the emotions they had swallowed down to keep the fragile peace finally broke free.The multiverse held its breath as the battle unfolded a clash that could easily throw everything back into another devastating war.

Nightmare blamed Dream for everything, for not seeing his pain back then, for not stepping up when he needed him, for not stopping the villagers. In Nightmare's world Dream had turned a blind eye to his suffering, leaving him completely alone.

Dream, on the other hand, argued that they had only been eight years old. He hadn’t seen Nightmare’s pain, he hadn’t realized what was happening — but that wasn’t his fault. Nightmare could have said something, could have voiced his worries instead of shutting himself off more and more.

Dream insisted that he, too, was a victim. He pleaded, telling Nightmare how difficult it had been to wake up from his stone prison, only to find everyone he had known was dead

His friends.

The Tree.

Their Mother.

And then, to see Nightmare, his own brother, turned into a monster, trying to kill him...

He had still been just eight years old. He had been so, so alone.

Nightmare lashed out, his tentacles sharpening and twisting violently.Dream complaining to veen alone he had no idea what it ment to be alone Nightmare had been truly alone for five hundred years, awake through it all, with no one.

But Dream cut him off sharply.

"We were both alone,"

Nightmare flinched. He was too angry to truly accept those words, but he couldn’t find anything to throw back at Dream either.

And thats why Dream kept going, his voice trembling with pain:

"I was forced to grow up fast — to balance you out but so were you. Suddenly, I had to fight the only family I had left but so did you. I had to navigate a strange and confusing world... all by myself but so did you."

There was a long, heavy silence between them. Then, Dream whispered, almost too softly to hear:

"I don’t want to fight with you anymore im so tiered. But... it’s clear we both hurt each other. I just wanted my brother back i just want to be things like they were ."

Nightmare’s expression darkened. His voice was low, bitter:

"I'm not that brother anymore and you cant change me things can not be the same ever again"

Dream sighed, tears finally slipping down his cheeks and falling to the ground. He gave a small, broken nod before turning and running away, unable to stay any longer.Nightmare, left alone, lashed out against everything in his field of vision his anger and sorrow exploding outward in a storm of darkness.

And they made up again neither Nightmare nor Dream would be the same but with a lot of work they could be something new

I have two questions about the UTMV Fusion post. I saw the answer about how Ink, Error, Nightmare, and Dream feel about Fusion, but I would like to know:

How does Cross feel when he’s fused or after they fuse?Also, does Nightmare’s gang exist in this? And do they know about Nightmare’s ability?

(Love the designs espacialy the Cross/Dream Fusion)

Y’all are certainly cooking with the questions !! And thank you, I’m glad you like my designs :]!

Long post ahead !

How does Cross feel when he’s fused / during the soul-fuse ?

Cross, like most in and outcodes was not even aware it was a thing. Ink and Error were the only example before the twins and they figured it out later on.

A very cool person ( @jupiter-on-the-compupiter !! ) had mentioned in the tags that it could be because they’re part of the balance, they represent something important to the multiverse. I snatched that idea because it was just so good..

So, Cross had no darn clue. When it first happened, it was with Dream. ( which is how Star-Cross even came to be ! ) Cross was also Dream’s first time fusing after the incident.

It happened during a fight, Cross was about to get hit in the moment and Dream protected him by the way he knew to : Soul-Fusing.

It was for Cross a very surprising moment, scary at first even. In that moment, Dream was the main consciousness of the fusion’s vessel.

Cross feels odd about the fact fusions are even a thing, but he likes doing it with Dream. He hasn’t tried with the other two/three.

Does Nightmare gang exist in this ? Do they know about Nightmare’s ability ?

They do, actually !!!!

To explain, Nightmare tried to have a soul fusion as soon as he could, to see if he could still use it/be able to with other people.

Except the first person he fused with was his now right hand, Killer.

It went horribly wrong, and the fusion was so unstable due to Killer’s current soul state and Nightmare’s corruption that they defused a few moment after.

As for the other official close members ( Because Nightmare has other lackeys these guys are just his main group ) Dust and Horror don’t really know about it, but they do end up learning it through a fight. Big shock, big surprises.

The Killer and Nightmare fusion has no name as of now, so feel free to propose one ! It’s title is “the Merciless”. It’s under this !

COGITO ERGO SUM — I think, therefore a.m, I am.

Hero Generation 6

A Day after another

6 AM

His father would wake him and help him get ready at least he used to. Now he was able to do it alone.But he always waited in front of his door, walking with him the short distance he had to overcome to get to the Medbay.

7 AM

He would go to the Medbay, where Dust would be waiting for him. He would do his tests and take some samples of his magic.When he was little, his dad would hold his hand so he wouldn’t be scared. Now, he did it alone.Every month or so, he also injected him with something. PJ didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t like it.

8 AM

Depending on how fast Dust finished, he would either help Horror prepare breakfast or just sit down and eat next to his dad.Only when Nightmare got up from the table were the others allowed to leave their seats.If it was Error's job to clean the dishes, he would help his dad; if not, he would head to school.

9 AM – 2 PM

They would have lessons in math, literature, physics, art, geography, politics, and history of the multiverse.PJ enjoyed art and history the most.Nightmare taught math and literature; he didn’t like literature or math.They were also taught how to use their magic. Eventually, he was able to create portals or even living things. He also learned to draw strings out of his fingers.They noticed his talent. PJ was encouraged to widen his potential more Pj likes magic.

Around 4 PM

They would have another meal, though his dad wouldn’t be there, so he sat next to Crescent. That meant that Nightmare would stare at him during the meal.

After dinner, they trained in combat with Killer.PJ liked Killer — he could be nice sometimes and had Cats. Crescent was better at attacking, but PJ was better at blocking. Crescent was okay.

Eventually, they would have free time. They would walk through the secret corridors, play pranks on the others, help Horror in the garden, play with Killer’s cats, or listen to Dust talk about the multiverse.He liked that the most. He wanted to travel the multiverse someday but he did not tell anyone that.Some days, a lot of days he and Crescent faught but the other never seemed to mind even enjoy the way Pj didnt treat him like a prince (waht the grown ups did )

10 PM

Around that time, Horror would come to his room with a book. It was time to sleep. He, Crescent, and Horror would get comfortable and listen to the story.Sometimes his dad joined them, but usually PJ would just find a note from him, proof that he had been there after PJ fell asleep.

(A day in Pj life how he got there and why follows later [i hope so])

Hero Generation 5

Fathers love

Error does not know who he was, nor does he care who he was. Now, he’s Error—the opposite of Ink. He’s the vessel Faith uses to bring Destruction into the multiverse. He doesn’t need to be more. He doesn’t want to be more.

After the fight with Ink, Error realizes he lost his glasses. Annoyed, he teleports back to the battlefield.At first, he's almost content with the empty, broken space.

That’s when he’s faced with it.

The creature.

The worst possibility. The glitch in his code spasms wildly, his entire being trembles beneath the realization of something so wrong, so unnatural to him.

And the little skeleton only giggles, looking up at his Father.

Error, the enforcer of Destruction, the core opposite of Creation... created life.

How ironic. He had to laugh so hard that it hurts.

Error was usual slow, But now only a few seconds pass before the kid is tangled over a deep black abyss, tied in blue strings. One action one little movement... would seal the fate of the young one.

But Error stays frozen in place… until he realizes he can’t bring himself to do it.

Something deep inside him won’t let him.

A part he lost long ago.

Funny how things come back to you.

He lets the kid fall. Not to Its death, but into his arms.The strings that held him up fall to the ground.Error acts fast. He did not think much—he already made up his mind.Before Ink can return, he and the little one would be gone.

Error didn’t need to be more than a Destroyer.He didn’t want to be more.Still, he is now more then he ever thought

(Story now has a name yippy : )

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

Okay yeah I’m making that ask nightmares blog xD having some trouble placing it within my multiverse’s timeline-I say as if I’m going to treat it as canon. I’m not lol. Still, there’s a lotta ways I can place this thing-namely three, I’m thinking of three. So, poll time. I’m being vague on purpose

So, Based on the Status of Nightmare’s Gang:

*by okay I mean. Relatively, things could be worse. A lot worse. They aren’t friends or friendly with Nightmare, but things are okay.

**they have a more friendly relationship with Nightmare. Still somewhat strained, but they’re kinda getting along. So relatively, things are great.

Also, the members of The Gang are different for each choice. They all have Dust, Killer, and Horror, but there are differences. No I will not elaborate further

since the old version of this post was flagged for 'adult content'...

reblog this post if your account is a trans safe space or owned by a trans person!

along with that, reblog if your account is a trans non-binary spectrum safe space or owned by someone on the trans enby spectrum!

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Please take good care of them!

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.

(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.

I saw the video and it just, was so funny to me

video link here

Also I love Applebee's so I forced Horror to like it too

Part 3 Ink -Fathers Love

Ink is the Protector of Creation—he’s no Creator. He fixes broken things, gives advice, offers a helping hand. He gives ideas form, but it’s never truly his own creation.

Until that day PJ formed.

He’s not really paying attention to it; he’s in pure rage at the moment. Only after the fight does he realize what he made, and he is incredibly happy about it. He quickly tries again leaving Pj alone for just a moment —he snatches an arrow from Dream, and there it is: his creation his Palette.Oh, he would cherish them, never let them go—his two boys

....

As he returns with Palette, the other is gone. The small black skeleton is gone; all that is left are a few blue strings.

This makes him realize what he did… what danger those children are in.He’s already lost one, and even without the use of a blue vial, he feels the emptiness inside him grow.

He won’t lose this one too. He just created the legacy of his and Dream’s story in one being. Creation and Positivity are combined in one It’s not safe. Ink knows it only would be safe far away from Error, Nightmare and Himself.

It breaks his heart their paths had to part this early—truly, it breaks him. But a father does what’s best for his kids, and he knows… he is far from the Best

Part 3 Ink -Fathers Love

Ink is the Protector of Creation—he’s no Creator. He fixes broken things, gives advice, offers a helping hand. He gives ideas form, but it’s never truly his own creation.

Until that day PJ formed.

He’s not really paying attention to it; he’s in pure rage at the moment. Only after the fight does he realize what he made, and he is incredibly happy about it. He quickly tries again leaving Pj alone for just a moment —he snatches an arrow from Dream, and there it is: his creation his Palette.Oh, he would cherish them, never let them go—his two boys

....

As he returns with Palette, the other is gone. The small black skeleton is gone; all that is left are a few blue strings.

This makes him realize what he did… what danger those children are in.He’s already lost one, and even without the use of a blue vial, he feels the emptiness inside him grow.

He won’t lose this one too. He just created the legacy of his and Dream’s story in one being. Creation and Positivity are combined in one It’s not safe. Ink knows it only would be safe far away from Error, Nightmare and Himself.

It breaks his heart their paths had to part this early—truly, it breaks him. But a father does what’s best for his kids, and he knows… he is far from the Best

So, Core is like a mother for Palette?

what does he think about him/her?

Thank you for the question! :)

Yes, Palette does see Core as his main guardian. (I think in one of the original works from Core Frisk's creator, they get referred to as "Granpa" for grandparent, so that’s how Palette would call them.)

Also, Palette is not only raised by Core—it’s more of a process involving a few of the inhabitants of the Omega Timeline working together and keeping an eye on him. (For example, a certain Aftertale Sans sometimes offers to let him stay with him and his children.)

Palette thinks very highly of his Granpa. He admires them and wants to become just like them: saving others and creating new places.

Have a Wonderfull day !

(Part 2) Palette -Arow-

Palette was created by Ink—not from just one source this time, but from all the virals: each emotion, each fragment of creation—bound together with Dream’s magic in form of an Arow.

After his creation, Palette was left behind—alone, without guidance no direction. That’s when Core Frisk found him and took him in, becoming his caretaker and, over time, a guiding presence in his life.

As Palette grows, something begins to stir deep inside him. A feeling—persistent and unshakable—a call. It isn’t just a sound, but a pull, echoing through his soul his magic bubbling up forming things he does not understand yet. Though he’s never known another place, he’s aware that this one was never truly home.

He wants everyone to stay happy. He needs to make them happy. But to do so would mean staying where he is—and he can’t. There’s something out there waiting for him. A presence that feels like family. And the call... it doesn’t just beckon it weeps

A cry for help.

Core Frisk, ever intuitive, begins to understand as well. This moment was always meant to come. Maybe they’ve been holding Palette too close, for too long. It’s time for their paths to part—because they know where Palette is meant to go, even if it breaks their heart.