Grounding indeed; Perhaps one of the only things that stopped Blue from going completely insane had been the sound of his feet as his energetic self had searched for - well, he doesn't know. He's crashed too many times since then. But the fact remains that he loves to walk, and it doesn't even matter that there's nothing here. He can just plug in his headphones and go. "͞PEACEF̸ÚĻ?͝ ͞I̶ G̕UESS͝ SO̷.́"͜ It's true the small error isn't bothered with nightmares or terrors; but the good dreams are lost to his mind, too. Too much information has been lost to be able to construct a dream that makes sense to him; the heavily corrupted being has been here a long, long time. He blinks up at Leeroy from the small mess of blankets and pillows that's his nest; ordinarily another error wandering into his corner of the antivoid was a warning flag and would have to be chased off, but he knows Leeroy. Doesn't he? He... Yeah, he remembers... Chatting with him? Over the Undernet. Yeah. "̕U̵M.͢ IT'͝S̷ ̡O͢K͟AỲ!̶ S͢O͡ME̷T͏I͝ME̢S͏ ̛I̧T͘'S GO̢ÓD ͘TO WAK͟E UP ̢TO̸ ҉C̀OM̕P̵AN҉Ỳ.̛"͘

Lag!Sans ( Errorberry child ): Hello! Who are you?

"͘ME̵?͏ ̴I͘'M ̕A̵BS͡OL̢U̢TȨLY ̀ŅO-ON͞Ę!̴ ̡I ͘DON'҉T ̷ÉV̵E̕N E̛X͝I҉ST͜ IN ̧TH̢E̡ ͡B͜O̢ÚND̢S OF̀ ̕Y̨ÓUR̀ ̨P̀ER͘C̴EṔTION͟ UNT̡ÍĻ YOU ̷R͝E͠AD ̧T̕HE̢ BLOG̶ R҉U̢L͞E͞Ş AN̷D ́D͝ISC̵OV̛E͢R̴ T̀H̛AT ͘BE̷C̴A̕ÚS̀E WE'͘RĘ ͟NOT M͢U͠TUA̕LS Y̴ǪU ͝C̕AN'T JU͏S̵T͜ ́JU̧M͘P̕ ̧TH͜E GUN ̕A̢ND͟ ͝S͞E̵ǸD I̕N̕ ̸RA̶N͘D̢O̕M̵ ST̴AR̢TE͘R͘S̸!̶ T͏H͏AN͘K Y̴O͞U̢ V̸ER͡Y M̨U͟CH!̴"͝

leeroythelusterror

“That sounds nice and relaxing - it’s good to hear that you’re feeling better for it.” Often, when Leeroy tried to sleep without having tired himself out, or when he was alone, he wound up having nightmares, but he knew that it could be easy to sleep and sleep for ages. It wasn’t as though there were any cues telling them when to wake in the Anti-Void, after all. “Did you have any dreams?”

“I͡ ̴W҉AS͜!͘ ̛I F̨ĘE͘L SUP͘E̛R̵ R̛E͡F͝RESHED NOW! I ̡C͘OULD͝..̧..̧ ÚH.͏..͢. ̷Į ÇO͠ŲLD ͡WAL̛K͝ ̴FOR̷ ̧AG͞ES!̴”̢  It’s hard to think of an activity when the antivoid offers none, but Error does spend a lot of his time just walking.

“....͢.̵DRE̸A̧M͜S?͢ N͠O̕,̀ ÁS ͏ƯSUAL.” The closest Error gets to dreams is staticky waves of colour, like his mind isn’t tuned to the right channel. It’s always been like this; he doesn’t really put any thought to it.

@leeroythelusterror

"AC̨T̛UA͢L̴L͝Y, ͠I SLE̴P͟T͘ REA̷L͞L͞Y ͢WEL͞L̷! I̕ ҉ME͞AN, ̡I ҉DID͏N̨'́T ͠M͞ÉÁŃ ͟T͜O͢ S̢L҉EEP T͜HIS L͠ÒN͏G̷, ͡B̴U̸T̀ I͡ F͟E͠E̕L̨ A͏ ̕LO̸T̢ ̡B͠E͜TTER͠ ̶N͠OW.̀"͞

"̸I'M̧ DEF̴I̸N͝ITEĻY STI̴LL ͜H̴E̶ŖE A͡N͠D.̷ D͏I͟D̶N'T̷ ̨H̛I͟BE҉R̶NAT̛E ̢B҉RIE̴F̛L͏Y̶ ͘FOR A̷ M͝ON̡T͡H ͟OR͘ ͞A҉N͟YT́HING!"̛ ͢".....͏.̧.͞h̡ahha͠...̧.."͞

Hey guys, I’m doing free expressions over on @dustycollar, check >this post< and its tags for details 

I just really wanna draw things that aren’t my goobers okay

‘Smile! We’re watching!’

"Í'LL D҉Ǫ ̨M̸Y ͡V̵ERY B̕EST!̷"́

Thanks for reading over here too ^.^

Guys, Dusty’s fucked off somewhere and we have Coby for a week, come bother him and talk to him~

He’s super chill and he doesn’t bite

And I actually figured out his story long before this i just didn’t want to make another sans blog rip me

That’s right, nerds, my government-dictated income isn’t enough to hold me over the holiday period so for a bit extra Christmas money I’ve lowered the prices of my commissions!

I’m taking commissions over the holiday period for torso shots like the one above. Prices are marked on the pics!

You can contact me here for more info or to order a commission on @scribblygryphon via IMs!

There’s a few things I won’t draw, such as;

sexually explicit content

gore

overly complicated mecha

backgrounds

otherwise, go wild, friends!

Don’t want a commission but want to donate anyway?

Drop some pennies in my account over at my PayPal.Me!

[posted a photo]

S̢O̡ ͘I͞ A̛C͘QUIŖED THI̷S̸ H͢A̵T͠ ̛T̶O G͢E͞T͝ IN̵T͢O T͜H͟E͢ ̡G̡YF͜T̕M̨AS̷ SP͟I̴R̨IT́!

His smile persists as he releases the half, it solidifying in the larger skeleton’s grip. A small step is taken away from him - more of a courtesy, to give him space, as well as to minimise the possibility of the other touching him - and he sits himself down, tearing off the torn wrapper of his half of the bar.

A sickly yellow glow pours from the inside of his mouth as he opens it to chomp on the chocolate, obviously enjoying the treat. He doesn’t get it often, as his excursions into reality are rare and... well, he doesn’t really like stealing,

@the-edge-king continued from >here<

Although Blue is far, far from a typical Error, he still does enjoy sweets occasionally. Alas, he doesn’t get out much to acquire said sweets, so having something like this willingly gifted to him is a… nice surprise.

“……”

His glitches settle as he takes a moment to look at the person - other skeleton - other sans? - and his smile widens, an actual smile now and not one just put on for effect. Something stirs in the back of his mind - the red, the… pointiness, old fears, anxieties, traumas - but he ignores them. His head is always full of stuff. You need to have an active imagination when you live in a blank white void.

And then he moves, his hands easily snapping the bar in half, holding one out to the taller skeleton. It’ll stop glitching when he stops touching it.

“̶..͏..͟ ̡ḐO҉ ̨Y̛O̴U ̢W͡ANT̶ ͢T͜O ̶SHA͝RE҉?̸”

🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞

He drops to the ground and curls up, whimpering. None of the loaves actually impact on him, but he’s glitching badly, terrified. He can’t cope with people throwing things at him, especially in his own home - well, home dimension - where he feels safest. 

Enjoy the void while you still can....

“̵́͡W̢͢HA҉-͜A̶-A̵T̷̨'҉̢͜S͡ T̵̢͞H̡̀͠AT ̶S͟U̵͏Ṕ͠͡P̵̛͜O̶̕͞-҉̴̵O̡SE҉D ́͠TǪ͝-̀Ǫ̴̀ ͟͡M҉̸E-̸E̴̵͡-̨͟͠À̵NN͝?̨͝!̷̵"̸͝

🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞

He backs off and covers his head with his hands, but these loaves pass straight through him. Now he’s hallucinating bread. He doesn’t know what’s real any more. Somebody help him.

🍞

Why are people throwing things at him, he’s in the antivoid, this isn’t fair-!

He whines and dodges this loaf, backing away further.

🍞🍞

Thnk, thnk- two more loaves bounce off him and he glitches in alarm again, backing away, looking for safety - although there’s nowhere to hide in a flat white void.

 "̧̧͠.̶̴.͞..̕ ̢̀͟S͞͠T̶̢O̢͘P̶̵ ͘͝T͠H̵A̢T̴̢-̡͞͡"

🍞

The bread bounces off his skull and he twitches, his glitches flickering alarmingly. He walks over and picks up the loaf, watching it glitch from his touch as he turns it over in his hands.

"..̧.͘.҉ WHY?͢"͟