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meriffe · 1 year
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winknono · 4 months
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﹙♡ ୧﹚username fillers / ideias / words !
i69
fleur
lovi
kiss
vrse
00h
org
flora
fltr
vue
hrt
hye
yr / ur
for
ette
szn
sour
soup
pocky
web(cam)
digital
diosa
tulip
puku
glam
calico
view
camo
petal
kiwi
boo
nerdy
miu / miu / mye / myo
kyo / kiy / kie / kto / knit
pie / pou / pow
jelly / jeli / jellie
(like/reblog if u use or safe)
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culmaer · 2 months
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* ipa enjoyers let's pretend every /e/ above includes [e], [ɛ] and everything in between
Reblog in honour of the 5 year anniversary
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dreemurr-skelememer · 3 months
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wait what are you all talking about? (the ink and error thingy)
ended up going down a hole of reblogging old ink posts mye made (the usual for me)
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sagethegremlin · 1 year
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I love reblogging something and then immediately after getting one notif for my dashboard and one for my activity it's always like "myes, I have pleased the mutual with this offering ohoho!"
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This is in reference to this post you just reblogged https://at.tumblr.com/hamletteprinceofdenmark/it-seems-that-most-media-both-minimize-jonathans/mjzfztsekxx9
C!wilbur and johnathan harker shake hands. elements of their character being separated from them and given to other characters.
Mye you’re so real for this YES
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cquackity · 2 years
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Every time u reblog the wilbur and schlatt video with the music that you made, I think it’s Friday. Anyways due to that I thought today was Friday for a very panic filled ten seconds.
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NOOO MYE IM SO SORRY ☹️ didnt mean to freak you out gladi asked to have freaks Friday early so i had to reblog it ^
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lesbian, agenderdyke, and mye/mir midia icons
like/reblog if you use and credit me
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bat-connoisseur · 2 years
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Still avoiding rebloging stuff cuz Anxiety doesent like mye rebloging stuff for weird reason-
Bat, inside a pokeball. Think it be a funny cutiemark
that would be a funny cutiemark! An mlp and pokemon crossover....
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comyet · 7 years
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How well did you think on how Jakei showed Ink slowly becoming emotionless without drinking his vials as the latest Underverse episode went on? Do his eyelights actually fade to whiter and whiter more he becomes emotionless?
WHY DO YOU GUYS COME AND SPOIL ME I HAVENT SEEN THE EPISODE YET
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spectacles-blog · 3 years
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Chapter 1 of a fanfic without a name yet. (Ink x Geno/Error)
“Who would’ve thought Fate had such a terrible sense of humor?!” -Error
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Silent sobbing filled the white void. Despite it being so soft, it could be heard everywhere around him. But there was no one to notice his pain, his sadness, his loneliness. There was no one to reach, no place to go to. Just a white, empty, endless void. No visible floor, ceiling or walls. All that existed was him and a few sketches of what was supposed to become his family and friends, his home.
Geno/Error - @/loverofpiggies
Word counter: 1570
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Ink - @/comyet/mye-bi
A black void, the Save Screen as one had apparently named it, with only one inhabitant. He could see everyone, but no one could see him. He watched the happiness and terror of what was once his world. He watched them live and watched them die. Someone had taken his place and he couldn’t go back. The world lived on without him. Such a terrible thought. 
“Being forced to watch over a world in which you don’t exist…
Thinking about that terrifies me.
What about you?
Do you really exist? Do you really belong here?
...You can’t go back.
He thought of it as a joke back then, some insane people.
While you’re in here, do you still exist out there?
Which reality matters more to you?
You should start thinking about that.”
No matter what he thought about the dialogues himself, the loneliness and sight of other’s happiness was killing him. He couldn’t interact with them, only watch. The skeleton sat on the ground with his legs close to his chest. He just wanted someone to talk to, someone who understood the loneliness and boredom, the suffering of being imprisoned without a way to escape.
Do you believe it is possible to exist in two realities at once?
The skeleton stood up and opened a white screen. He put his left hand on it while he held onto his precious red scarf. “Just someone..” He whispered. “Anyone.. to talk to.” 
The white screen began to flicker like a tv. The skeleton took a step back, his eye sockets and eye lights widening. He didn’t think he would actually have any control of it like that. But, after a few minutes of staring at the screen, it went black to white as if nothing had happened. He sighed. It was dumb to think it would do something. He had no control, nothing.
“H-Hello..?” A soft, quiet voice came from the white void. A skeleton with rough edges, small white eyelights. Desperate. He was right there, his hands on the invisible screen. His eye sockets widened in shock when he saw the skeleton with white clothes and red scarf. A black void with one person. A place similar to his own. The other skeleton had his back turned towards him however and didn’t seem to hear him. “Hello?!” He said louder, slamming his fists on the screen.
New tears appeared in his eyes. This was his chance to meet someone! Someone could talk! Someone.. Possibly similar to him?
The other finally looked up, shocked at the sound. Like him, he stared with confused and surprised eyes at the screen. He ran towards the drawn skeleton, putting his hands on the screen. Someone to talk to, just as he asked.. Begged for. Something both of them asked for.
They stared at each other for a while until the skeleton with the red scarf spoke. “..Are you alright?” He asked.
A voice, something he had never heard before next to his own. Someone with feelings. “I-I..” The drawn skeleton whispered. A small genuine smile appeared on his face. “I am okay..” He released his fists and put his hands flat on the invisible wall, trying to push through. But the window didn’t move, not an inch. But at least, they had someone to talk to.
It was the first time the smaller skeleton had a conversation and it was such a nice one too! Well, he was mostly listening to the other skeleton with the red scarf. He told him about his old home. A nice wooden house with an amazing brother. About his friends and the people around him. While the backstory was sad, the present he seemed to talk about was very nice. Though, the scarf skeleton didn’t tell him why he was stuck in a void just like him. The drawn skeleton didn’t want to push it, so he kept quiet and didn’t ask about it.
Geno, was his name, the skeleton with the red scarf. He told the roughly drawn skeleton he had changed his name once, related to some unfortunate events, but that didn’t matter anymore. It also didn’t matter to the nameless skeleton. If that was what he wanted to call himself, then that would be just fine!
“What’s your name?”
The smaller skeleton snapped out of his thoughts and looked confused and puzzled at Geno. “..Sorry?” He replied quietly, tilting his head.
 “Your name?”
It took him a while to think of a fitting answer. Though, there was no answer. He didn’t have a name. Nothing in his world had a name. Everything was unfinished, a thrown away idea. “I don’t have a name.” The drawn skeleton eventually replied. “Nothing has a name here.” He said, looking over his shoulder at his unfinished family, friends and home. He wondered what his name would’ve been if his creator had continued working on his world. But that didn’t happen, those thoughts were just broken hopes and dreams.
“Then we will just make up a name for you.” Geno said and stood up. “One second, I got an idea.” He gave the drawn skeleton a quick wave and walked away. There wasn’t much to walk to but he happened to pick something up from the floor, before he returned and sat down again. He crossed his legs and used them as a support for the sketchbook. “I am going to draw you, okay? There are no mirrors, so I bet you don’t know what you look like..” He had an ordinary pencil in his hand and an eraser next to him on the ground.
“Draw?”
Geno nodded as he started to draw. “It’s.. a secret hobby I got. It clears my mind. I believe no one knows I draw. It’s like.. You can make whatever you want. You just got to put a little thought into it. The pencil makes the lines but you’re the one in control.” He hummed a bit as he drew. “You have to tell it what to do and if you practice enough.. Something beautiful will happen.”
He noticed the skeleton’s curious eyes and grinned. He shoved a bit closer to the screen and turned around so the smaller skeleton could watch him draw. The skeleton didn’t completely understand what was happening but it sure was interesting. Slowly, a picture appeared. 
It was him. A skeleton, rough edges, big eye sockets with small white dots as eyes. He was smiling. A genuine smile. 
Geno smiled satisfied when he heard the other giggle at the picture. Once he was finished, he wrote “Sketch” above the skeleton and held the paper against the screen. “How about I call you Sketch?” He suggested. “You look like you’re a living drawing, it’s pretty unique. I wanted to draw you just as you look!” He turned around so he could face Sketch again.. who was smiling brightly at the drawing.
 “Yes! Yes! That’s the best name ever!” The smaller skeleton called out with the biggest smile Geno had ever seen. “I love it.. Thank you!” It had only been a few days.. Maybe just a couple of hours, time was hard to tell in their voids, but the skeleton had built up such a fascinating personality. He was smart, curious and cheerful. Cheerful.. the opposite of Geno, though it was definitely cheering him up. At least he had something to do while they both spent their time in their separate voids.
“Can I draw too??” Sketch asked after a while of silence.
“... Sorry bud, I don’t think I can give you the sketchbook.” Geno said and put his hand on the screen. “It’s still as solid as a rock.” The other nodded and sighed. “Yeah.. Okay.” It looked so interesting. Maybe he could finish his own world like that! It would be nice, but probably impossible.
“Can you draw some more?” Sketch asked. “Can you draw your world for me?” 
It was saddening, how this skeleton longed for a world of his own. Geno knew his buddy would never get one though. The system wasn’t fair. He had learned a few things from Sketch though. He seemed to know a bit more about alternate universes or at least how they started. It was pretty interesting. He was aware, just like Geno.
“Of course.” Geno flipped over the page for a new one but didn’t start just yet. He looked at his illustration of Sketch and then at the actual skeleton. He put down the sketchbook and turned towards his friend. The skeleton with the scarf stood up with the drawing in his hands. He pushed the drawing against the screen and summoned a bone in his other hand, pushing it against the paper. He looked surprised at the result. It actually worked, it was pinned against the screen… Now his friend could actually look at the drawing, and many other drawings  would follow.
[First!] [Next soon maybe!]
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dryemiddi · 4 years
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I… I don’t think i’ve ever drawn fan art for something so fucking quickly. But HERE IT IS!! I Absolutely ADORE the redesign, there is just so much thought and consideration to Ink’s story and character, but it doesn’t stray from the Asian vibes that I just live for. 
This design may be simpler, but it’s such an improvement from the previous. I will definitely reference this for the Vantablack redesign (A fusion of Nightmare and Ink, by Accidentverse), but of course won’t be straight up copy uvu.
(Also side note I know the scribble blush is something Mye does overall, but i think it fits Ink so well with his whole artsy thing ;v;)
Ink belongs to @comyet /@myebi  
Reblogs appreciated!
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dreemurr-skelememer · 3 years
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im honestly interested. what did joku did to be hated so much? sorry to sound like i’m mad at u for being mad at thEM i just dont know how to ask lmao
years and years of problems.
i cant possibly list all of it, because there is literally TOO MANY TO COUNT
but there are plenty of posts and archives all over tumblr
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Hello I'm new and don't know your characters so pick your fave please (as in whoever you wanna talk about, or even all of them) - 14, 20, 8 out of the cute commander asks! :D}=
Hi! I, actually had to go looking for this one bc I didn't think I'd reblogged it but no, I did, it was just to make a meme about one of my friend's characters 😂
(but yeah no worries honestly this blog is relatively new too, you can blame @knight-of-the-thorn for this existing)
And thanks for the ask! I think bc these are listed as commander asks, I'll do it for my kids who are the commander, which is primarily Endiena, and Moroleth in an alternate version of his timeline where he and Mye swap places
8 - Do they see shapes in the clouds?
I think Endiena would. She's the most religious of all my kids, and she's optimistic and idealistic, so watching the sky and making sense of it all, finding the beauty in the world that the gods put there, I think would be a great afternoon for her. Not that she gets many opportunities to relax that much as the commander, but, if she had a day where there was nothing on her mind, yeah. She'd probably bring Theta along too, though you'd have to ask @fractal-quadrilioquy what they'd find
Moroleth... sees signs. He's the most driven of my characters and tends to get stuck focusing on a singular goal often, so I'm not sure if he would take much time for cloud watching, unless it was with Mye. Even then, I'm not sure if you just gave him the clouds and told him to read into them, he would? But I do think he uses the environment a lot as a kind of interpreter of his own subconscious, and he is very intuitive, so if he happened to see a shape that felt like it was driving him in a direction, he'd follow it
14 - Favourite holiday?
I'm, assuming this means of the yearly festivals? It could mean a lot of things but let's go with that
Endiena's is wintersday, for sure. She's from Divinity's Reach, and hadn't really gone anywhere else until she was 21, so she always loved the yearly celebrations. It's very nostalgic and comforting, like winter festivals always are, a time to drive away the cold and dark with lights and warmth. Also, she went home this past wintersday, she'd been avoiding talking to family or any old friends for quite a while (probably from mid s3 up until mid icebrood), because she didn't quite know how to reconcile her identity as just a normal acolyte of Dwayna, and her identity as the pact commander. But she finally felt like she needed to, she braved it and rediscovered her roots, and Theta invited her and all their friends round to their old house in Divinity's Reach for a proper dinner, so that was really nice
I think Moroleth's may be festival of the four winds, I've been playing on him primarily this year, and it fits him pretty well as a tempest with an affinity for air in particular, it's busy and exciting and full of energy and people are flying, it just feels right
20 - Happiest memory?
Endiena's, is either that dinner I just talked about, or something from her childhood. I think she's happiest when things are just uncomplicated, peaceful, and she's surrounded by the people she loves
Moroleth's story I'm still working out, because it's been a complicated road, and my friend who plays Mye has so far only played personal story (and we've talked about s1), so I'm waiting to play together to see how the rest of it goes. But I know it's something with her, the main thing we've learned from playing these kids is that they're best friends and utterly inseparable, so I think for Moroleth to count something as truly happy, it's gotta have Mye there
(Though a close second is joining the priory. He's always been one to jump headfirst into research about anything that scares him, as a sapling both he and Mye felt like they were in some way born wrong, because they had a fascination with the nightmare and how it worked, in Moroleth's case because he was convinced you couldn't truly fight something you didn't understand. In the timeline where Mye is the commander, he ends up joining the nightmare and then the aetherblades, to eventually reunite with Mye near the end of s1, but in the roleswap timeline, knowing it's his duty to fight the dragon pushes that instinct away from the nightmare and into the Zhaitan direction, though they still both very much felt like outcasts. Meeting the priory representative, and going on those missions, was the first time he'd ever met people who thought like him, and he didn't know they existed. Which is definitely, a big comfort)
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gifophunia · 3 years
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mmmm myes skateboard froge via @gifophunia. Follow, like and reblog!
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norwegiatlas · 5 years
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Try your best to translate these Norwegian sentences!
Jeg spiser godteri.
Spiser du bare brød?
I går drakk jeg mye vann.
Liker du bananyoghurt?
Jeg har aldri likt nøtter.
Jeg ser ikke noen.
Grisen er rosa.
Papegøyer har mange farger.
Har du smakt på denne før?
Hva snakker du om?
Hvorfor snakker du om han?
Skyene på himmelen ser ut som dyr.
Likevel smiler hun hele tiden.
Ikke gjør narr av han. 
Vaskemaskinen bråker mye.
Har du pusset tennene dine ennå?
Det kommer sikkert til å regne i dag.
Vask hendene dine en gang til.
Er du sikker på at hun kommer?
Hvis du ikke gjør det, kommer jeg til å bli sint.
Feel free to put your answers in a reply or a reblog, or send to me in ask or in a direct message. Good luck!
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