cipher !!

he/xe/they i do art requests and will ramble about my headcanons if you send an ask BUT IM COOL AND MYSTERIOUS I PROMISE 🙏

[ciphmoomew]

Welcome to my blog !! Call me Cipher :)

I make art sometimes, its always undertale or oc related

#moomewart to look at my art

I take art requests! Send in an ask and I'll make at least a doodle

I will do:

Ships !! Rare pairs welcome and encouraged

Any au

Ectobodies for skeletons

Ocs

Self-inserts

I won't do:

NSFW

Incest

Child/Adult

Excessive gore (I'll do light amounts)

Non-Undertale related

[paintedeycel]

I miss my horrorkiller

Next part

[thedelightfulerror]

This is the first comic i ever read and I’d like to say that i’m hard&proud❤️‍🩹✌🏻✌🏻 + a very special smooch to the artist for this ily bruh🪢🪢

[dokcha]

@/aruru_333: 何番煎じか分からないやつ(描きたかった)

[folding-fan]

Sword called Mental Illness, which is definitely not feeding on his trauma and making everything worse! 🗡️

[silentheiss]

It starts small. Luo Binghe hides all his demonic features, which — Shen Qingqiu didn’t even think he was hiding, until he wakes up earlier than usual one day and sees Luo Binghe enter the house all red-eyed and claw-handed. Before any excitement can build up, though, Binghe blinks, startles and the features are gone.

Shen Qingqiu didn’t ask, but he started watching his husband more closely. And he began noticing things:

• Luo Binghe is never rude to other Peak Lords, at least not in front of Shen Qingqiu.

• He never complains, at least not about what’s really bothering him.

• He gets anxious when he doesn’t have time to cook or clean for Shen Qingqiu

• He barely talks about anything related to his Emperor duties, if he attends to them at all

• With his every word and action he tries to be good for Shen Qingqiu

At this point, Shen Qingqiu stops keeping track. He knows what’s going on.

Luo Binghe thinks Shen Qingqiu’s love for him is conditional and he needs to work hard every day not to lose it.

The thought of it sends cold shivers down Shen Qingqiu’s spine. He misses his self-assured, impudent white lotus. He can’t let it stand.

So, he does the following:

“Binghe doesn’t need to cook today.” He says, motioning for Ming Fang to come closer. “We’ll get the food from the kitchens.”

“But Shizun!” Luo Binghe pouts. “That food isn’t good enough. This one can do better.”

“Of course Binghe can.” Shen Qingqiu says, fighting the blush. “My husband is most talented. Today, though, this master wants an extra hour with him, even if it means worse food.”

And:

“Emperor Luo must be missed in the Demon Realm.” Shen Qingqiu notes, ignoring the way Luo Binghe freezes midway through the room. “Maybe we should visit?”

There’s a moment of silence. Then, Luo Binghe says, voice carefully neutral:

“It’s not pleasant in there, shizun. This one wouldn’t want to expose his husband to such a cruel, dangerous environment.”

“Luckily,” Shen Qingqiu notes. “This one married the most dangerous creature in the world. He is sure he’d feel pretty safe.”

“Shizun.” Luo Binghe whines, hunching his shoulders and trying to appear as small, as non-threatening as possible.

“Is my Demonic Emperor of a husband so unsure in his abilities?”

Luo Binghe stands straighter, eyes gaining a glint of determination. Shen Qingqiu hides a smug smile behind his fan.

And also:

“Binghe looks annoyed.” Shen Qingqiu says, as they walk back home after the Peak Lords meeting.

He doesn’t, his pretty face a pleasant mask. But Shen Qingqiu knows his husband, and he knows his martial siblings aren’t his favorite people.

“This one is fine, shizun.”

“Hmm.” Shen Qingqiu says. “Doesn’t Binghe think other Peak Lords were acting a bit… self-important?”

“They do try to take too much of shizun’s precious time.” Luo Binghe answers carefully.

“Thank you, Binghe, yes. This one has no idea why they think this master would prefer their company to his husband’s.”

Luo Binghe gasps softly. Shen Qingqiu smiles. If he continues just like this, he’s sure soon enough he’ll get his Binghe to act as spoiled as he did back in his discipline-hood, if not worse.

part 2!!

[othersharkss]

bingbingbingbingbing (<- the inside of my mind constantly)

[red-garden]

As much as I want to be a short Bingmei truther, honestly it would be better textually if Bingmei was bigger and taller than Bingge (who had to be tall and big to fit the male power fantasy). Like Bingmei got fed and trained and cared for during puberty. The love he received made him better prepared for the abyss. Like imagine he comes out of it and Shen Yuan thinks “oh wow he grew! He’s bigger than I imagined reading PIDW!” And then we see Bingge. And he’s smaller. Wirey-er. All the baby fat is gone on his face. Despite his muscles, his stomach is still concave. The absence is tangible in him.

[lutszu]

Rough bingqiu art 😔💚

[illustriousinvadersummoner]

[othersharkss]

Some more miscellaneous from Bluesky !

[foxyjoy-art]

It's fine. he wants it. very badly

[greelin]

if i was immortal killing myself would be my hobby and like i truly believe it would fix something in me. i do

[sunseths]

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I fell asleep in my friends' arms. It was eleven at night, we were tired, curled up in a small pile on my tiny bed. I had my head buried in my roommate's side, and one of my closest friend's hand on my shoulder, steadying me. It was quiet and nothingness and peace and their heartbeats in my ears, my hands in their hair.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

We pack four people to that little bed, you know. Laps used as footrests, collarbones as pillows, little lights like moonlight in rustic yellow bathed on their faces. The TV plays an anime. The words are repeated by my dear friend on my shoulder, curled close. My legs are asleep; my roommate may be, too.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

The cat curls on top of our criss cross mess of legs and arms and heads on chests to absorb the warmth of us all. She purrs in contented peace. When my roommate and I are left alone in the quiet, she cries, and watches the door for our friends' return.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I will never kiss them but the top of their heads. I will never touch but the warmth of their arms. I will never take more than what's freely given, and in return I put my glasses on the bedside table fashioned from a guitar amp, and when I lean into their sides, I pick up my vulnerability and place it in their capable, tender hands.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I sing for them. I cry for them. I work and I run and I withstand the worst of the world for them, because some days I get to cradle their forehead on my shoulder and some days I get to see their shining eyes.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Maybe to you. But look beyond explanation. I love them. With my heart in my unsteady hands, with my nose pressed to the side of their head, with the buzzing in my feet and the warmth all around Iike the sunset pushing into the window.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Is it enough to say I love them? With no strings attached? With reckless abandon and utter devotion and freedom and kindness and fear?

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I cannot explain it any clearer. I love my friends. There is no more to say.

[woaaahh-itz-caam]

D,,dark,,,darkchocolate,,,,,,,,,,

rubbing my hands together maliciously rn

click for better quality tumblr tends to eat it sobs

[peach-flavored-cyanide]

I like the idea of Nightmare's corruption playing out kind of like the stages of grief. I think that concept should be used more

[peach-flavored-cyanide]

LONG possibly incomprehensible example of this under cut because I'm still thinking about it

Denial: right when the corruption starts. Nightmare is still a child, he doesn't understand what's happening. He can't understand or believe what he's done, to the villagers, to his brother. And so he runs. To where—he isn't sure—, he hasn't been anywhere outside of his home, but he can't stay there and think about what he did.

-

Anger: Of course, things eventually catch up to him after a few years. His negative emotions are at an all-time high, which feeds into his corruption, twisting his memories and thoughts. He can only think of what was done to him, how Dream never helped him, how it's all their fault that this happened. He doesn't think how his brother was only a child too.

He takes his anger out on the multiverse, spreading as much despair as he can. Because if he doesn't deserve to be happy, why do they?

This is probably the longest lasting phase, as I'd imagine it continues on even when Dream is freed.

-

Bargaining: This is around when I'd imagine Nightmare starts recruiting the others. He's still fighting against Dream, of course, but he's starting to mellow out, if only slightly.

He's more contemplative, not only driven by hurt, fear, and rage. He distracts himself with his so-called 'pawns'. This is where the interpretation of 'keeping the balance' could come into play for some.

-

Depression: Nightmare stops fighting. He doesn't want to, anymore. The things he's done have finally caught up to him after centuries of thought. He feels guilt, something he never thought he would.

He takes care of his team when he can, but otherwise he's gone practically completely off the radar. He's often hidden in his room or office. He's much quieter, only carrying out attacks when he can get up out of bed.

-

Acceptance: This is probably when a truce or reconciliation with Dream would happen, or a more dadmare or bsp approach. Eventually he decides that things are in the past, he shouldn't focus on them anymore. He has things to do and people to take care of, after all.

[ciphmoomew]

THANK YOUUUUU <333 i saw this a little while ago and i wanted to draw you something so bad !! but i didnt know what

i have a few ideas but let me know if you want something specific >:))) im cooking up something good after semester ends

[t3m1]

Afternoon gossip

Ugh I love these two

They should talk shit about costumers together