Someone Probably Did This Already, Idc

Bleep bloop! Delivering this drawing i made abt a month ago because the full drawing is probably never going to be finished :’)

Real busy w exams n stuff at the moment but I’ll be back in a few weeks for sure!

Btw happy pride month! I kind of forgot ngl, but i did have a sketch prepared for it so i’ll do that at some point

It's the anon of the erm bsp "found family" mistreating Killer again

Killer, stage 2, he's fine with this life. He has a purpose, do these things his boss tell him to do. The things always have something new in store. So, he gets what he wants, no reason to care about being sorrounded by lovebirds.

But then the truce happens. Now the only 'missions' would be shopping sprees, but Killers not trusted with that either. So Killer gets nothing new. To make up for that, he tries getting something new out of his co-workers instead. There's probably plenty of things that could give Killer what he wants, but the others doesn't help him figure things out. They don't help him with his problems and needs as they do each other. He already messes with them a bit, but now with nothing else to sustain, he makes it everyone else's problem. And they HATE him for it.

Killers constantly bothering everyone else, maybe playing with their feelings or messing with their stuff. It makes him all the more insufferable. No one is happy with this, not killer either.

Also thinking about another thing... Killer having times when everything gets too much and he gets really anti social. Or more like, he shuts up for once and doesn't keep his constant grin. It's so obvious that he's not okay but that fact is so easily ignored because the others just don't care. Killer shows that an insult actually hurt him and they'd just brush it off or think he's being dramatic "because that's the kind of person Killer is

Hello bsp ‘found family’ anon (for lack of a better nickname 😔) 👋. Glad to see you again, and I love that idea.

Especially given how i think boredom would probably be the worst sensation/feeling for Stage 2. It’s overwhelming and probably extremely aggravating. Denying him access to something new, novelty, is probably akin as to locking him in a dark room for years on end or like, extreme sensory deprivation.

To him, it’s literal torture. To them, it’s just killer being annoying and acting out for attention. Even as he gradually escalates into increasingly more and more self destructive and violent behavior, unable to communicate his needs because he’s so dissociated and disconnected from them.

There may even be a period where he lashes out at all of them by continually killing himself and Resetting, if he’s able to in Nightmare’s castle, forcing them to relive the same day over and over until they give him..something, he wouldn’t have the words to explain it in a way they’d understand.

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?"

for the drawing request thing, may i ask for Error watching one of those old shitty barbie movies?

Yes. Yes he would. He’d also be an ipad kid, lil man baby

Error belongs to CrayonQueen

*pulls out megaphone and screams* CHAPTER 16 OF "ON EARTH 4218" PEOPLE, COME AND GET IT HERE!

On this chapter: Me projecting my gifted kid burnout onto Miles G, skateboarding and crossdressing!

I think he taste like skittles but idk man...

But heres my submission for @jasper00nb dtiys!!

Was really fun to test out anatomy!!

The boyysss 💞

Common ground.

Imagine me not joining a draving session when one of my dear people are making one.. Thank you @jasper00nb for hosting todays magma :D!

I was in the mood to draw them all, 'cuz 'cuz yes I love them I need to draw them more But not much time Or motivation Or Ideas AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Some silly doddles under the cut :3

Only Mikey is mine here

"He always comes back"

Here Swap is only mine (Can you tell that I like to interact with other poeples drawings?)

This one was before drawing all the Bad Sanses, 'cuz I didn't knew what to draw

And a little guy admireing his Boss's looks (Me admireing someones drawing of NM)