Can You Write A Reader That's Like Yor From Spyxfamily With The Star And Bad Sanses

I just came back on here after visiting Twitter since my friend wanted me to see the difference and honestly I think I might have to draw the Virgin Mary cradling her son to recover because Twitter isn't even a hellscape like Tumblr but more like that nasty, distant relative no one wants to talk about in comparison to the cool cousin that's Tumblr

Bracelets!!

I am working on my playlists currently for some light editing, but I thought I'd share the bracelets I've made for some of the UTMV guys and the og Sans and Pap! I plan to make more, but I hope you like them!

(Pls be gentle I'm small and a sensitive soul🥲)

Teeth

Just some Rus x Reader

CW: some suggestive stuff :-)

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"You're a weirdo, y'know that right?” “Shhh, I'm not! I'm just curious, is all!” “mhm,”

Rus’ response was promptly cut off at the feeling of your hands touching his mouth. He had sharp teeth, uniquely shaped in comparison to the others inside the home. And, since you both are so comfortable with one another, you asked to explore them. Little weirdo.

He felt your hands prying his lower jaw open, the pad of your thumbs pressing against the tip of each edge of each special tooth. Your eyes were wide as you tilted your head and adjusted his skull to your will, his jaw slack so as to not accidentally bite down on you. “Hold still,”

He hums but does not listen, his eyes averted as he feels his head leaning into your hands. “Hey, I said hold still,” He once again hums, muttering, “m’sorry,” He lied, of course, only to feel your eyes glaring up at him half-heartedly. You went back to looking at his teeth as you traced an outline on the golden tooth he had, your eyes dilated.

He couldn't help but focus on those eyes of yours, your face, your touch. He didn't want to admit that he was quite comfortable with feeling your hands so close to his mouth, so he kept that weird feeling down. You were so pretty, he was starting to blush more heavily now.

Your other hand placed itself on his shoulder, your grip there to not accidentally fall into him as he patiently sat on the couch and you stood over him. “So cool,” he heard you mumble, and he couldn't help but snort as his shoulders were jostled.

His phalanges, as sharp as they were, barely dug into your skin as he was careful to hold them in place. His tongue rolled out and bumped against the softness of your flesh, and Rus swore he felt you flinch. He wasn't going to be so bold as to mess with you completely like Cash would, but it was tempting. He was too shy to do that though, and instead he grinned when you recoiled with a look of partial disgust.

“Ewww!”

He felt his smile form into a wider one as he suppressed laughing, if not only a little bit. He liked to mess with you, at least a little. He leaned forward, faking out that he was going to lick your face as you yanked your face away. “What's the matter, darlin', hm? Ya don't want a little lovin?” “Eugh- you're gross-! Wait- ew, don't you dare-!”

He snorted, and he knew that he distracted you enough to not notice how he had almost got too excited. Too excited. When he finally managed to lazily pull you closer with ease, he had already rolled his tongue back as the smell of maple and cigarettes pooled around the two of you. “Sorry, m'sorry,” He laughed, even if he only partially meant it. He didn't want you too mad at him now.

You weren't even commenting as he pulled you to sit on his lap, which he found delightful. He quickly wrapped you up inside his large, black coat as he felt you adjusting to straddle his legs as he leaned back onto the couch. “No you're not,” You huffed, which only let him snicker as a result.

“Well I do mean it, darlin', I do,” He replied, arms looped around you as he clung onto you, feeling your face not quite lean on him entirely due to your suspicion that he would probably try to lick you again. “Liar,” “only a little,” He finally got you to laugh a little at that, seeing your chest deflate as you let go of your half-hearted disgust. He liked to see that smile of yours, the unique way your lips curved and the way your teeth bared slightly.

“I knew it,” you claimed, and he simply hummed as he felt your hands move to comfortably drape over his chest. He reached for the remote, quick to throw something on as his eyes drifted away from looking at you so intently. He was happy that you were spending time with him today after being so distracted from the others, and even if he originally planned for something different to happen, he was happy that he got you to finally relax with him. He was a simple skeleton after all, no?

Can ya do some headcanons for Saint, Basil and Cosmic? As I noticed there was not much information on those skeletons when checking their tag.

Ofc ofc! I love all of them equally. Have some headcanons that I wrote for farm sans x reader and outer sans x reader below! Idk if this is what you meant, but considering that this was when I did the x reader poll, I'll take it this way! I dont see a lot of people doing anything for them, so I've been needing to write about them for awhile now

I hope you enjoy!!

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Basil x Reader

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- I think he would call his lover Daffodil

- As a guy who loves naps, I think he would often appreciate being woken up to you offering fresh lemonade ready for him and his brother

- He loves seeing what other people are capable of, so whether that means you're good at tending to the plants, the animals, the kitchen, or even tending to the home, he's going to praise you. Any help that you can offer means a lot to him, and he will think any skill you have is wonderful

- He'll help you tend to the animals on the farm, especially since some are more feisty than others

- His magic smells of basil, while his magic tastes of melon and berries

- He plays the banjo, so when it's late at night and the two of you are sitting on the porch, he's going to play while sitting in his rocking chair

- He really loves the chickens on the farm, and he would love to let you hold them if they don't try to peck at you

- He loves drinking tea, so sometimes when you're stressed out he'll make some special tea that tastes wonderful and is great for calming effects

- He's a great listener, so he'll listen to any problems you have and offer pretty solid advice

- He loves seeing you wearing his sunflower hat, so he's not afraid to put it on you when the sun is too bright

- He can pick up anything that's giving you trouble, or y'know, you. He loves lifting you up in his arms, it makes him feel like hes providing

- He's really not the best cook in the house, especially since it's Juniper that is the better cook, but he will make you meals when you're tired. He's honestly better at baking, so you can expect him to make you homemade treats instead

- He gets flustered with physical touch, even if it's just handholding, but he really likes it and he's willing to remove his gloves to feel you more

- He likes doing small pranks on those he adores, especially since they're a sign that he likes to see you laugh or look a little silly. They're always in good fun, and he won't ever make a prank that would upset you

- He loves dad jokes and puns, be prepared. If you end up throwing them at him back, it'll just encourage him to make more and he's going to blush when you joke with him

- He'll praise and encourage you till the sun burns out, and even then he'll try to find a way to support and love you

- He's not one for big dates or large gestures of affection, but he would invite you to sit down with him and his brother if you didn't live there. If you did, he'd opt to walk down to the lake with you, where he and his brother built a gazebo, and enjoy a meal and small dance with you as the fireflies surround you

- He loves when you sing, and he's not shy when he wraps his arms around you and dances with you in the kitchen

- He loves the scent you have, and so he'll bury his face in your shoulder and just inhale before sighing dreamily

- Even when your hair is a mess in the morning and your face is scrunched up and you're all disheveled, he'll still find you beautiful

- He prepares quiet mornings with you on the weekends when he's not working, where he'll make pancakes or anything you prefer and a cup of coffee or juice. He'll set up the table or ask if you want to sit on the porch and the two of you can sit in silence or talk about anything you want

- When guests are over he's going to make sure to linger around you, if he notices you're uncomfortable in some way. He often will rest his hand against the curve of your back or rest his head against your shoulder. He's not the jealous type since he's so comfortable with you and trusts you a lot, but these are small moments to reassure you.

- He would invite you to go to the market with him, and he'll make sure to keep an eye on things you like. He and his brother are pretty set with wealth due to selling vegetables, fruit, and eggs. If he sees you eying any flowers, clothes, jewelry, or trinkets, he'll buy it for you. His brother is good at selling things, so you and him would be walking around getting tools, meat, and anything like clothes anyways.

- He's bought flowers for you while at the market before, and he's picked up on flower language due to the seller. You can expect him to send little messages and to pick up on what flowers you like too

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Cosmic x Reader

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- I think he would call his lover starshine

- I think he met you as an astronaut, and when you were transported to a part of space that could allow breath he found you wandering

- He has freckles that resemble the stars, so he loves when you trace your fingers along them

- He's naturally softer than other Sanses in nature like Basil, but he's a bit more melancholic. As a result, you can find him stargazing and reflecting on life. He'll invite you to sit with him if you're willing

- He has a wool that's made of stardust and magic, which results in having a soothing effect on others around him. He often will let you hug him if you're stressed, tired, or upset, which sometimes means you'll fall asleep while in his arms

- He is inquisitive, so he'll ask you tons of questions about Earth if you're willing to talk about it

- The two of you would definitely go roller skating since on 'land', there's areas where you both can get on skates and have some fun! It's cute little date ideas like this he'd have fun having with you

- If he falls asleep, he'll start floating if he's not inside a building or on an edge, so the two of you would carry around ribbon or rope to keep you both tethered for either of you to prevent floating off and having to be caught by others

- He's often touching you in some way whether it's by wrapping arms with you, holding your hand, or locking pinkies with you

- His eyes glow like a galaxy, and he doesn't realize it happens when he's extremely happy, so you can tell how he feels when he sees you or visits

- He only pranks those he thinks positively of, and he'll often try to get you to laugh with him since they're in good fun

- He smells odd, something that you can't quite pinpoint since they're all in space and made of magic after all. It's soothing though, like lavender. His magic tastes similar, but with a flicker of blue raspberry or fresh mint that is electric in nature

- He loves technology, so he'll make you little trinkets or help you with your ship when you are trying to figure out how to get it to work again. With his love for technology, he also will make you random new items and be giddy when he can see you becoming excited or inquisitive

- The more he learns about Earth, the more he wishes he could visit it. However, the more he learns about what life for you is like there, the more he can tell that you both miss home and hate it. So, he'll find ways to distract you if he notices your thoughts are drifting

- He's always willing to comfort you, to stroke your hair or stroke your hands when you're stressed or tired

- He is willing to offer his coat to you when you're cold, since the land can be cold in some areas. It's extremely soft, and smells of his magic

- He has a bit more energy than the regular Sans even if he's more peaceful and calm in nature, so he encourages you to try and experience the weird parts of their home

- He can't flirt for shit but that doesn't mean he refuses to try. He'll often disguise it with slips of the tongue, you mishearing things, or something along those lines. He sometimes will get distracted when looking at you, and that's when he's unable to stop the blush on his cheeks as a result

- He helps you find clothing if it's not his brother doing it, since he knows you'll be staying there for awhile. When he saw you in more,,,'exposed' clothing he couldn't help but avert his gaze since he gets flustered easily when he sees your body outside of the spacesuit

- He's not easily jealous, but he does tend to get a bit insecure when you guys go places such as Grillbys since you're bombarded with questions and attention. He lingers near you a lot and he's quieter than usual. He worries you'll find him boring sometimes

- You're a lot lighter in space no matter what, and even if he's not physically strong on his land, you can expect him to pick you up when you're down so that he can spin your around and toss you up so that you can float with him in areas that have less gravity

- He can't cook or bake, but he'll be so willing to help when you guys make things

- He doesn't smoke or really drink, but if you guys did end up going to drink he'll make sure to keep an eye on you since monster drinks are stronger on humans. So, the sweetheart is going to make sure that if you do drink, to carry you home and take care of you

- He's openly communicative compared to a lot of the other Sanses, but he gets a bit more emotional than he wants. He'll cry with you, but he's going to smile and hold you when you're both vulnerable and listening

that’s… certainly is a list…

Anyways, what’s your favorite sea entity (animal)

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More Doodles

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Okay thank you for looking🫡

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!

I'm a little late but I wish everyone a safe, happy, and lovely pride month. No matter your sexuality, you are loved, and I hope you all stay safe pookies. Remember, from me to you, I love you (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN.

Choose or die

always have been a big fan when people write the reader as something else instead of a human, like an avian or a ghost.

can we get a siren reader? Like perhaps the skele’s house is near a huge lake or ocean and one day they hear a sirens song in the distance (Please add killer sans, he’s my bbg)

OOOOH I LOVE WHEN THEY DO THAT TOO!! I imagined Killer being with a Ghost reader because I'm honestly just a sucker for that vibe. However!!! Per request I shall indeed write a siren reader x killer just for you with the sweet treat of it being a pirate version 🫶

Please enjoy my awful attempt at it :-)

CW: a storm causes him to nearly drown, so I just wanted to give a heads up

It's terrible and quite embarrassing, honestly. He lives in the middle of the damn ocean yet he never learned how to swim? Killer knows how stupid it sounds, but acknowledging it while drowning makes him feel even worse.

A storm, quick and sudden ravaged the ship as waves crashed against the deck and licked at the edges like a hungry beast. The others had attempted to control the ship while others had gone inside to hide from the rain and sea, but he just had to go and attempt to save one of his fellow crew mates. He has always sworn up and down that he doesn't care for the others, too apathetic for their feelings and too careless for consideration. And yet, there he went, proving the others and even himself wrong.

He had just managed to haul them up from the side, pulling his weight in order to sloppily yank them back on board. Of course though, the sea demanded a meal, lapping it's cold and harsh tongue against the rim and pulling him backwards as the ship swayed to the side. He barely had time to take a breath, squeezing his eye sockets shut as his weight was yanked from beneath him.

If he managed to survive this, which was unlikely, of course, then he would never hear the end of it. Hah, he had to admit that sounded much better than this though...

His ability to hear anything up above was severed as soon as his body started to sink, black ink pooling from his eyes as his sockets burned with involuntary tears. He did his best to look up, the dark blue and green waves swishing his body like he was going to be nothing but backwash. He could feel his chest tightening with a desire to breathe, but he knew better than to gasp for air. He did, yes, but his body still caused him to almost involuntarily inhale sharply as salty and disgusting sea water filled his mouth.

He hacked back coughing, and only then did he start to struggle as he could see through the dark current that his eyelight was glowing as he was bombarded with panic. He thrashed and kicked, screaming as he didn't know what else to do other than exhaust his own body like a fool. That's what he was best known to be, after all, a fucking fool.

If he had bothered to look anywhere other than up, maybe down perhaps, then he would've seen the glowing eyes watching him with outstretched claws. But alas, the waves tired his body out twice as quickly since he had already swallowed down so much water, and his consciousness was climbing desperately to remain. Kick your legs forward, push your body beneath your hands, use the tides to your advantage to go up for air, do somethi-!

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He wasn't conscious for long, a ragdoll tugged down by those clawed hands just as quickly as his consciousness was swept away and the ink from his eyes blurred his face like watercolor too wet until the paper tore from below.

You, of course, watched the ordeal and witnessed it without much thought. This happens often, you thought, but never before have you seen a living skeleton. How fascinating! His body worked similar to a human too, how peculiar. Sadly, he was about to flat out die from drowning by the time your arms pulled his body close.

You let out a low, clicking sound as one of your clawed fingers traced an outline along the corner of his socket and down his cheek. What a strange creature, oozing with ink that reminded you of a squid when he was a skeleton. Then again, seeing such odd things always piqued your curiosity. You didn't want him to die.

A small hum escaped you as you aggressively dug your hand into your satchel that you always carried with you. Pulling a small, blue pearl like orb between your fingers, you shoved it down unceremoniously down his jaw, thumb pressing it down to pop it inside and promptly shutting his mouth shut to keep the substance down. Sure this was less elegant than you would've preferred, but if you didn't act quickly he'd genuinely drown.

You heard the sounds of sparkling inside of him and with a satisfied coo, you wrapped your arms around his chest and pushed hard into his bones until you saw his eye sockets shoot open and cough out water. He seemed to still be disoriented, but now he had that water out of his system thankfully. You kept him wrapped up in your arms as you swam with ease, diving down low as you saw his consciousness blinking in and out with his eye lights.

They were pretty, bright....

Dismissing that, you decided that you like this strange skeleton enough to keep him, so you would wait until the waves calmed down before putting him back up. You only had a limited amount of pearls, after all. However, this was going to be a struggle by how his eyes happened to find yours before shrinking. Quick, maybe a smile will help?

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What is the strange taste in his mouth? Why is he awake? What has a hold of him? Oh my stars it's fucking huge! Oh it's genuinely so big and long this isn't a shark or a fish??? And and and it has an upper body of a human-esque figure and oh they're kind of pretty and scary with such bright and glowing eyes despite the sharp teeth and wait actually it's still terrifying just fucking great. He's struggling and the creature won't let go and it's dragging him somewhere oh stars it just bared its teeth at him-! There goes his consciousness again.

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By the time he woke up again, he felt something heavy laying on top of him. He felt sand beneath his bones as it irritably found its way into the cracks of his bones and he had to blink away the blue of his vision as he saw that the sun was just barely rising along the ocean waves. It must be dawn, he concluded dumbly, or maybe sunset? He can't tell.

What he can tell, however, is that the weight on his body has shifted and he's now face to face with....oh.

You were...scary. Kind of?

What lay on top of him was a curled up sea creature lazily draped over his body, large and strong. Tied to an upper body that resembled almost a humanoid figure was a long, thick tail as it flicked partially in the water as the tides rose and fell along the beach line.

Your flesh wasn't made of scales, per say, and by the coloring he could see how it blended right into your upper body. Dark hues of blue with a hint of green undertones blended together to a sort of tabby style of pattern down the center of your tail. Your hands looked to be dipped in the same gradient with their own webbing and fins along your elbows, and as he looked at you, those same hands seemed to be caressing his cheek as your eyes watched the glow of his soul that promptly seemed to be unsteady as it visibly trembled on his chest.

A siren.

He stared at you, saw your pupils dilating as you made a low, repetitive trill. You haven't eaten him yet, and you seemed happy to see that he was awake. Where was he?? Why haven't you killed him?? Where was his crew? Your jaw opened to show sharpened teeth, but what came out was what resembled a melodic chime of....delight?

He couldn't understand you, and as he sat up, your body slowly moved back along the water as you dipped down for what he assumed was some air before you rose back up, splashing some water over your tail and upper body. You pointed to him before chirping again, but he could only cock his head to the side.

"H-haaah-....I'm sorry, I can't understand you. Did you....save me?" It couldn't hurt for him to try and speak to you, sirens could understand the common language, right? You seemed to perk up at his words, a gambled sound of speech blurting out of you. He winced at the sound, which only made you falter. "Ah-...sorry, I didn't mean to offend you by that." He was quick to apologize, a smile plastered on his face as he tried to save face. He didn't want to offend his savior, especially if you were capable of eating him.

"Y-yEs." You tried again. Better. Okay! Okay he was getting somewhere! "Do you know what happened to my ship??" "F- F-...LoaT." "Float? So they're okay?" You nodded your head, grinning widely. He promptly fell back on the sand in relief, sighing as he grasped his chest. "Okay....oh thank the stars..."

He laughed, and he didn't particularly understand why. Maybe he was relieved to the point of laughter, even if he already wanted to know how he could get back to them. But right now, he felt exhausted. Maybe though, maybe you would help him get back? Unless you intended to keep him, which wasn't ideal. Killing him would just suck, and killing you would leave him stranded and alone. He could think about that later though. He was a guy that needed a break from too much stress, even now in such a serious situation.

Never the less, he felt your hand resting on his arm as you hesitantly cooed at him, tilting your head at him curiously. He looked at you again, then back down at his soaked and torn attire. His white blouse was torn, pulled out from his black silk pants and one of his leather boots missing. His sword was gone too, which sucked tremendously. Any jewels he wore must be gone somewhere deep in the blue sea, and all that really remained somehow was the ring he wore on his phalanges. Thank the stars for that.

It was a custom ring that glinted bright, a sigil decorated by the captain himself. If he were to lose that? Well...he doesn't want to think about that. He felt a tugging on his shirt, flinching slightly with a wavering smile when he turned his head to the side. You were staring at him, faces near inches away from his own. He tried not to freak out, but instead he just adjusted his head back a little with a small laugh.

"What?"

You just stared, not saying anything, before you smiled. "...hAppy?" "Happy? Am I happy?" You nodded your head. "Well, I guess...I want to go back home to the others though; back to my crew, y'know?" He answered honestly, rolling his sleeves up as he rolled over on his side before rubbing his skull. You offered a reassuring pay on his back, running your fingers along his spine as you nodded your head. Maybe you would help him? "Let's not think about that now! Actually...let me check somethin'...."

Without looking at you, he patted himself down, trying to check if he had lost anything else. Maybe his sword was gone, but what about-.... "Ah- Hahaha-! Yes!" He cursed, cackling, before abruptly jerking his head towards you. He saw your confusion, but he simply grinned even wider, pulling the very small and intricate blade from his tucked in and hidden pocket. Hey, you never know when you need an extra blade, right?

"I found my knife," He promptly stated, proud of himself for keeping something he liked so much. You sort of just- blinked at him. However, you offered a confused, sort of disoriented sound of acknowledgement, so that was something.

He looked around his surroundings once more, and with great effort, he stood up finally. You stared up at him, your tail flicking once more. He, openly deciding to ignore his problems, finally clapped his hands together and spoke with confidence. "Why don't we get something to eat, hm? Does that sound good to you, pearl?"

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Closing Notes: I've been busy with stuff and I kinda didn't know how to end things, so I apologize if it's kinda bland or at least notttt my best writing. I hope you enjoyed it @alexsorsis 🫶

Ink Sans

Hey, pay attention now! The creator, your savior, is here. He has been waiting for you...

(Headcanons below)

- Official Height: 5'5

- He/They/It

- Follows theism, he must fulfill his duty to the true creators

- Friends with Many AU Sanses, or at least acquainted with them

- The God of Creativity, he is the physical embodiment of motivating artists and creativity to create AU's, AT's, etc

- He has mutual hate but respect for Error

- Easily Forgetful due to his multiple trips through AU's, Timelines, etc

- Very lonely, he has mostly hollow friendships

- Dreams of other versions of him, but he can never find them

- Very touchy, he doesn't care to respect those boundaries and they even push boundaries

- Good friends with Red, somehow

- Talks to himself out of loneliness sometimes

- He envies genuine connections that others have

- Magic smells of paint, magic tastes of skittles

- Brutally honest

- AuDHD

- He likes dogs and cats, any animal really

- Loves to twirl and do tricks with his paintbrush, dances with it

- His paintbrush is extremely light to him, but heavy to others

- Accidently teleports inside Nightmare's goop once and it was fucking terrifying

- Soulless, only Fresh and Error know that he doesn't have an actual soul

- Laughs at inappropriate times, he doesn't know how to react to things sometimes

- Doesn't curse often, but will use 'shit' often

- Highly flexible and acrobatic

- Sometimes interacts with other Sanses but it's strangely off-putting and intense, he has an off putting energy

- Highly devoted to Creators and Fate, scarily loyal and worshipping towards them. He must do what they intend from him, even if that means being truly neutral

- His kindness can be sincere, but it's rare. He has manipulated others with his kindness to further please the Creators, and his kindness often is unsettling

- Incapable of dying, he is the only one that can truly face Error

- His vials are his emotions, and without them he doesn't experience anything. It is unknown how he gets those vials and how they are restocked

- He carries a pair of scissors and uses them sometimes when he's caught in Error's string

- Erratic, unsettling, playful, confident, honest, perceptive, controlling, manipulative, social, self efficient, loud, nosy, individualistic, curious, dedicated, impatient, intelligent, creative, stubborn, and theatrical

- When he drinks his vials, he tends to also have a shift in appearance despite it being subtle. His eyes go to a shade of color his vials are and his expression will shift. Small details like his body language, his form of talking, etc will change

- He grows apathetic, monotonous, and more harsh without his vials. He gets like this near others, his way of even laughing sounding empty as if a husk is mimicking him

- He aims for mistakes and encourages it for creators only because he finds it perfect. They can do no wrong, even if some things are what he dislikes

- He hates when anyone tries to disrupt an AU, often masking it with a positive attitude and forcefully stopping them even if they're dangerous

- He easily can switch between emotions, especially when drinking more than one in a certain order. For example, he can drink a blue vile and then a yellow one, helping him transition between what he feels. The reason he doesn't drink them often near others is because he likes to appear "normal"

- He aims for perfection from others and despises any creator being disrupted, often dragging the issue away. He loves creativity, but that means also disrupting something to make sure his creators are happy

- He always has something slightly off about him, despite being a wonderful actor of sorts. Even when happy, he's just- different

- He hates being called out, especially hates if they're confronted about something he's masking

- He isn't afraid to lie to get his way, it isn't capable of feeling that guilty for long

- They can only be themselves when alone or if he's deeply connected with someone; which is nearly impossible

- He can never deceive Error, even if he tries it sometimes. Error is one of the every few to openly degrade him and in turn Ink finds ways to degrade Error

- A storyteller, he knows almost everything about each AU. He often isn't shy enough to drop lore here and there, watching acutely throughout each form of the multiverse

- He was created as an "adult" so he never had a childhood, but he has a backstory. He can't remember it, but they have drawn themselves without really thinking about it

- It has no defined age, stat, hp, defense, or LV simply due to not having a soul

- They quote a lot of things since he loves obsessively watching shows, AU's, etc

- Due to his lack of fear, he's extremely risky and impulsive. He'll just laugh and jump right in

- He grows fidgety, annoyed, and impatient when things don't go at a pace he's satisfied with

- Even if he's impatient, he's hard to actually piss off. A part of it is because he's so erratic and hard to read

- Stupidly has good balance, it's overall just weird how well he has the balance he has

- Paints and sketches regularly, no form of art is favored over the other

- Often seen with the same outfit, but he loves changing it up at times

- Loves to be in small spaces when needing comfort, often shifting his body in ways to fit inside because it doesn't remind him of the void - where nothing is present

- Hates empty spaces and lacks of creativity

- He's only motivated for what's right for the AU's or himself

- Can be extremely selfish and childish, but often his goals align with "good." He has helped the Bad Guys occasionally though

- It's hard for him to feel pain, since his pain receptors are all fucked up. He can be heavily injured and not realize it or even feel it unless he's worn out and loses/losing a battle against another "God"

- It's hard for him to hate someone, but he can heavily dislike them. If he chose who to hate the most, it would definitely be Error

- He has been childish in worse ways than possible, often helping creators make new AU's despite the cramped space. Sure, the multiverse is beyond humongous, but it only can handle so much before colliding other worlds together and even destroying those worlds. He and Error have overlapping goals, and only rarely will they work together since they're such opposite skeletons

- He loves to mock and mess with Error the most, especially when they battle despite neither one being able to die. Ink can get just as cocky as Error, and in fact loves to provoke Error

- Their vials can only do so much, as they can only temporarily fill in space for an emotion that one with a soul has. It can form in the shape of what's meant to be a soul in the color of the vial, but it's never permanent

- He'll often stare at others for long periods of time, usually in an obvious manner as he looks at them and their soul. He doesn't feel the need to blink, so it can be unsettling

- When his vials give him the illusion of having a soul, he will often cradle it and stare at it for long periods of time

- He never can run out of liquid inside of his vials, but they can break and this leaves him without that emotion until he fixes it through a long process

- He is willing to experience any emotion, as he just wants to feel it. He can optionally not have any at all, but it's rare he chooses that

- Narcotics do not affect him in any way

- Has an obsessed curiosity for humans, who he knows are capable of creating worlds. It's only the authors, the artists, he actively obsesses over

- Does not view creators or players as 'simply' human, but rather beyond gods themselves

- Adores having marker or paint on him

- Has a Doodle Sphere where time is slowed down and no one can reach him

- It struggles trying to find ways social skills work, especially since each universe has it's own standards

- Steals food and other trinkets from universes even if he has no need to eat

- Occasionally speaks French or Latin

- Does not understand gender roles, but they will wear more masculine and androgynous outfits with the occasional fem

- On the aroace spectrum, especially since being a God means that other things are too important

- STRUGGLES reading and writing

Closing Notes: He's so-.....GUAH. I actually didn't care much for them growing up, but I think that they're an interesting character deserving of exploration