Bees!

This! I can test to this!

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So, I am working on a variant of Dreamtale. Curious to see what people think.

The Fight To Keep Going-Prolog And Chapter 1

           The multiverse is an expansive place filled with worlds upon worlds upon worlds. Constantly gaining new worlds thanks to its ever-inspired creator. But on the other side of this ever expansion in worlds is the half working to keep the multiverse in balance through the annihilation of worlds that have no true purpose or are just plain weird. A thank less job that no one sees just how important it is to keep the multiverse alive. One that the multiverse knew was important the day it brought the creator into being so it took one of the creators earliest long forgotten (not counting the first worlds the multiverse created themselves) worlds and took the sans from the world and threw them into the Anti-void before destroying the world. Time passed differently in the Anti-void as the multiverse It’s self, with what remained of their power from creating the first few worlds and their creator, set about changing the unconscious sans into what they needed to keep the balance.

           In the end, they didn’t know the full extent of what they had done to their destroyer and they didn’t have enough power to release the destroyer from the Anti-void. So, he was forced to remain their going insane for what could have been years trying to escape, but getting no were. As this went on the creator continued to create new worlds upon worlds. Expanding and expanding till the multiverse started to reach its limits. It was then that the Destroyer finally found his way free. Mind once again clear of the insanity that had passed through his body with panic instead traversing his system as he felt how stretched the multiverse was from the creator. Fear of the imitate collapse of the only place he knew as his home by this point lead him to act fast. Quickly the destroyer went about the multiverse destroying worlds that had no purpose to their existence and removed them to make space for more.

           This though lead to him getting on the bad side of the creator with him not having time to explain his reasons for doing this. Not that it truly mattered to the creator, all he knew was that the destroyer was terminating his creations and he didn’t like that. So, he told his creations and they didn’t like it either, or in most cases they didn’t like it either. Some have no clue that he even exists because the creator refused to pull them into the fray, but one decided to listen to the destroyer’s words and came to understand exactly how important what they were was and joined him as an ally and friend.

           No one knew through about the time bomb that had been left in the destroyer and its implications if the bomb goes off.

Chapter 1: When a Friend Begins to Worry

           The multiverse is a strange place were worlds upon world exist in a constant back and forth balance. The destroyer destroying and the creator creating. Though this balance was a constant battle back and forth between “good” and “evil” there were “calms in the storm” when neither was actively pushing to keep the balance. When both were just licking their wounds and trying to recover from days upon days strait of just doing their job. One such member of the balance was lying on the couch in a barely lit room of a castle that existed in what was now a night filled world with one of his arms over his sockets.

           Through a side door a skeleton clad in a purple tunic and ink black leggings with a golden crown with a crescent moon embedder into it as black tendrils of what seemed like shadows flowed from his back entered the room and looked over to the skeleton lying on the couch. Said skeleton had black, yellow, and red bones laden with cracks and brakes that were slowly healing wearing a plain red T-shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts with blue stripes. Close by a pair of black slippers were lying on the floor while a jacket that possessed a gradient that changed from blue to black was lying on one of the couches arm rests.

           “Hey Error,” the purple clad skeleton said to the black boned skeleton on the couch as he moved to sit on the other couch in the room “You feeling any better?”

           The black skeleton, Error, replied simply with “Go away Nightmare.”

           With a snort the skeleton clad in a purple tunic, Nightmare, adjusted himself to be lounging on the couch before saying “I guess that’s a no.”

           Error removed his arm from over his sockets as he glared over at Nightmare before saying “Shut up.”

           Nightmare gave a snort at the comment before saying “bad couple of days?”

           Error huffed in annoyance, but deciding that Nightmare wasn’t going to be quiet any more till he told him exactly what has been happening. He had been silent earlier when Error had come in completely wrecked with quite a few new bruises and scrapes to add to his list of recurring pain. That and he was limping due to his broken fibula. He even stayed quiet as Error had collapsed on one of his couches before grabbing one the first aid kits he now kept throughout his home, since this had become a fairly common occurrence since they became friends, and set about treating the major injuries with the addition of some magic to speed up the healing prosses. After that he left Error to get some rest as he went to take a shower and change so that he wasn’t covered in the gunk he was normally covered in to be more comfortable as well as to make Error more comfortable since the gunk reminded him of the paint the creator, Ink, often used in their battles.

           “I had to destroy thirty-eight AU’s just to barely keep up with Ink, and I’m still behind him by two bloody AU’s, and during the entire week long killing spree I got zero hours sleep and had five close encounters with Inky.” Error said getting a snort from Nightmare at the creator’s newest nickname “That and in addition to Ink getting me good in the last battle of the week and braking my fibula in half…” after a glare from Nightmare, Error added “again… the throbbing pain is back."

           A frown passed over Nightmare’s feature as he asked “Is it as bad as last time?”

           At this point Nightmare was fairly use to hearing Error complain about some form of pain, usually because it slowed down his “path of destruction” as Error had remarked Ink calling his work to keep the multiverse from blowing up, but as of late a different type of pain that actually wasn’t linked to any injury the two could find had started popping up. Error had said he had been felling the throbbing for a while, but he was so use to the pain that covered his body due to the battles that usually took place between him and Ink that always left the two of them injured that he hadn’t really noticed the new pain in the beginning. Even when it had initially started getting worse Error had been able to ignore the throbbing pain for a while, at least till recently. As of their last few meetings it had been getting bad. So intense that last time they had met up Error had come to Nightmare’s castle an hour before their normal meeting time and had curled up in a corner for said hour crying from how bad it was till Nightmare found him there.

           Nightmare hoped it wasn’t going to get that bad again, seeing Error like that considering that he normally only showed a bit of annoyance at any form of pain was disturbing. It didn’t help that nothing that Nightmare had done to relieve the pain seemed to help all that much.

           Nightmare was quickly pulled out or his thoughts as Error replied to the question with “If it was do you think I would have come and lied down on the couch or be talking to you right now?”

           Nightmare snorted gaining a bit of a smile at the comment as he let himself relax for the moment before replying “no, I guess not.” after a second though the frown came back over his features as he asked “but the pain is still coming back?”

           Error just let his arm cover his eyes again as he answered with a simple “yeah.”

           The two sat in silence for a few minutes seemingly just enjoying each other’s company before Error broke the silence asking “so, how are things going for you?”

           Nightmare gave a bit of a laugh at the weak attempt at restarting the conversation on a completely different subject, but relented to the subject change and replied with “oh, you know same old stuff. Distracting Ink, fighting Dream, trying not to worry about the prospect of my best friend being killed by the creator of almost every world in the multiverse.”

           “Hey!” Error said in false shock “I am not that bad! I haven’t been close to dying once!”

           “What about the time Ink bashed in your skull?” Nightmare shot back with a smirk on his face.

           Error replied back with a good bit of theatrics “It didn’t even hurt and we eventually got all the pieces back in place! It healed up perfectly fine!” in the end though Error couldn’t keep up the theatrics and ended up laughing through the last few words before Nightmare joined him.

           The two of them had long ago decided that Error’s battles with Ink by no chance would be the end of the destroyer of worlds. Ink just didn’t have the desire to kill anyone including the person that caused him so much grief. Sure Ink gave Error a few nasty injuries, most of witch Error repaid the creator with to a similar degree, but it was never any think Error couldn’t heal from. By this point it had become a bit of a running joke between the two of them to reference the nonexistent chance of Error dying to Ink.

           After a few minutes of laughter the two calmed down before Nightmare gets up asking “you want me to take care of two AUs while you rest here so your caught up?”

           A sigh escaped Error as he looked at Nightmare before he replied “Sure, might as well since I am assuming you are not going to let me get up till at least tomorrow.”

           Smiling Nightmare said “not a chance, you would somehow rebreak your leg the moment you got up. Now hand them over.”

           A snort escaped Error at the comment before he reached back into his jacket pocket and pulled out two orbs of what looked to be pure destructive magic wrapped in blue strings to keep it contained. Error had long ago figured out that there was a way to contain the last bit of destructive energy necessary to destroy an AU and had started keeping a few around for the times when he was to exhausted to draw forth the necessary energy to eliminate the last part of an AU.

           As Error lifted his hand up offering the items he asked “you remember how to use these right?”

Nightmare snorted as he took the offered destructive energy replying “drop it in the judgement hall after I’ve gotten the human’s soul and killed off all monsters in the AU and get out of there as fast as I can.”

Error gave him a bit of a glare as he said “And?”

Nightmare just rolled his eyes replying “And don’t drop them before that point or the AU has a chance of being reset.”

Error gave a nod of approval as he let his hand drop down to lay on his sternum before saying “good.”

Nightmare gave a bit of a laugh at how cautious Error was with his annihilation of worlds before asking “any specific worlds you want me to go after?”

           Error spent a minute thinking about what worlds need destruction before saying with a shrug “maybe go after a Yarntale and Gingertale.”

           A laugh escaped Nightmare at the answer as he knew exactly why Error wanted him to go after those worlds in particular and voiced his suspicion by asking “do you want me to get you some yarn and get us some chocolate cookies while I’m destroying the worlds?”

           Nightmare could only laugh as he saw stars enter Error’s eyes at the prospect of gaining some of those items and then nod very quickly. Once Nightmare regained control of himself he replies a bit out of breath “all right, I’ll get some while I’m there. Not like they are going to miss them.”

           After he turned away and Error let his head turn to look at the ceiling Nightmare stopped in his tracks as he let the gunk recover his body before saying in his now distorted voice “hey, Error.”

Error turned back to look at Nightmare cringing a little at the tar like substance that was now covering the other’s body before asking “yeah?”

Nightmare turned his head back a bit to look at Error before saying “promise me if it gets as bad as it did again you’ll call me and go see a doctor about this.”

Error twitched slightly at the prospect, Nightmare knew he hated making promises much less the prospect of going to a world to get examined were it was likely he would get attacked for what he had to do, but for Nightmare he would make an exception. “yeah, all right.”

With that Nightmare opened a portal and exited into the rest of the multiverse as Error returned his gaze to the ceiling as he thought about how he hoped that the pain never get that bad again so that he didn’t have to fulfill that promise. Not knowing that that promise was going to be enacted fairly soon.

Want to read more? Check out the rest of the story on wattpad.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/117250039-the-fight-to-keep-going

(via "Fight Me" Tote Bag for Sale by Glassplant)

Huh.

IV DONE IT

I know my science sides been kinda dead but I was getting so frustrated trying to differentiate all artistes 'avians'

...that's it, please use freely and don't feel the need to credit me, JUST USE.

It'll be fun to see arrests look at their avian OCS and going *That's you bud! See?*

Adding this because I forgor

Phil's news time, go watch vod if you don't want spoilers.

So, Phil is back on the QSMP, his character seemingly went into a coma somehow in his basement after the events of Mexican independence day and had a super realistic dream of the events we saw of him being kidnaped. And then the week of hardcore streaming.

While coming out of his coma he was told by the "dream" cucarucho to wake up before he could no longer do so, before waking up in his basement.

Though even he (and I think everyone of us birds or voices) is skeptical about whether this was a dream or not. Even though the "birdhouse" doesn't exist seemingly (though the area it was in has some signs of being edited). The problem is though, he now has a potato and a poppy he did not have before.

So for now the truth of the mater is unknown.

After Phil waking up all (most) of the server members gathered at spawn after another "builds update" video and was sent on a mission to "rescue" the newest member (after having voice mod troubles thanks to the now added emersive portals mod).

I'm slightly anoyed at the mods joke involving Tubbo's home, but what can you do.

From the rescue mission though, the group got a hidden message stating that there is an entity that knows where all 7 still living eggs are, so more proof the eggs aren't dead.

However I think there are still more questions then answers involving what is going on.

Let's hope more is found out, either while Phil is still here, during his trip, or after.

Phil's update for the 30th and 31st of October as well as the 1st and third of November. Nothing lore related for Phil happened except for 1 thing on the 3rd, so if you have no interest in a vague update of 4 days, then feel free to skip!

Monday Phil mostly spent exploring, in the process finding a Coliseum that he, Bad, and Aypierre turned into a mob farm.

Tuesday was hollow's eve and all that happened was a hollowean party including a carry story contest won by a story of a kidnapping, a consume contest with Bad and Cucurucho as the judges, and a haunted house that Phil took some stuff from.

Wednesday Phil showed Fit the Coliseum mob farm and the Halloween area before the two did a bit of exploring and took over an airship.

Thursday was Dia de los Muertos, Or Day of the dead, and while Phil did not get on there was something happening involving the dead eggs coming back for the day. And I have to note, all the eggs, even ones that we're not a part of the first egg cracking event, were cracked. So, whatever is happening might be different then we think.

Friday was Guy Fawkes night, a British holladay night involving a failed bombing of parliament. And Phil did get on, went with Fit to see the day of the dead event, gave a present to each egg, and then saw the Technoblade memorial the admins had made and added to it by returning Toothpick to it's rightful user. And, as a silent voice and now crow, I have to say thank you to Phil and remind everyone "Technoblade never dies!" as long as we keep him in our memory.

After that Fit and Phil discovered Forever has returned from the nether a bit worse for wear, but not much talking could happen, in part because of the voice mod being glitchy, in part due to having to keep the info close to his chest. Then the Guy Fawkes event started and Phil explained it before they explored it for a bit followed by them blowing up the event and creating a bonfire before going to celebrate Niki's B-day with a birthday explosion chaos.

Then there was picture sorting of the events followed by Phil trying to decide where to get off the server for the night, eventually deciding on uppies.

That is all, see you all tomorrow for the event!

while a lot of what I draw is Undertale, I do have other franchises I find interesting to draw from, one of them being Splatoon. So one day I decided it would be a fun idea to draw my version of Agent 3 and agent 8.

While I know that in the official trailer cannon, from what I can tell, Agent 3 is generally considered to be a girl Inkling, I was introduced to this Agent though by Chuggaaconroy, a Nintendo game youtuber, and he showed me Agent 3′s journey as a male inkling. Because of this I personally like to think, thanks to Chugga, that Agent 3 is a somewhat serious, calm, as well as caring and helpful Inkling who is also a slightly forgetful. I imagine he works his hardest to master all the weapons he can as well as push himself as far as he can in anything he does meaning that until he gets it done to his standards he won't stop trying to get it done right or at least that is how I see him. I also think he would stare at something he can't explain or figure out for a while just to solve the dilemma. 

Agent 8 though I was introduced to as the Female, witch is cannon, when I think of her though my mind falls to Viantastic’s Bridget. An Agent that is serious but has some quirks that make her seem very childish. Even still is very smart and strong and survived through all the disasters that have and will continue to come her way.

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Depends on where I am in the ritual tbh

Sometimes people come from some place different.

Sometime they can't understand.

Sometimes they are going though problems.

Sometimes they need a hand.

In any case, they always need a friend.

Sketch Commission | Rooftop Heroes

For RedStarryNight on dA of his idea for a Miraculous Ladybug/Danny Phantom crossover! Here’s a snippet he wrote to create the atmosphere for this piece:

“Chat Noir doesn’t know where their new friend comes from. He speaks no French–when he speaks at all, fades into the air after every shining butterfly flaps away, and as they discover when they have to help him stagger away from one particularly onerous fight, he’s apparently sleeping in the dark corners of Paris’s opera house, or meditating among the skeletons in the catacombs.

Wherever he comes from, he’s obviously fleeing it–and dying with every step away from home.

Chat’s heart bleeds for his new friend; beaten down as he is, this Phantom still shrugs off his cares and heartache to help them protect Paris. Ladybug agonizes over Phantom; she wants to help–they both do–but Phantom only smiles and shakes his head. But at least it IS a smile.

So, they seek him out. Talk to him. Treat him like a friend (because he is). Like they’re happy he’s there (because they are). They bring him food, tell him about their days and their adventures. He doesn’t send them away, and sometimes he laughs. Someday soon, they’ll know what they can do; being heroes, they’re always happy to save someone.”

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