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Alternates Part 4

Ink and Error's Alternates (II)

Yay! Last part uwu

Pale!Ink and Template!Error by @unu-nunu-art I have no words to describe this because like the other alternates, is the first time ever I try to draw them xD Well, I made justice... I believe xd

G!Ink and G!Error by @miya-sheep What I say above x2 xD

Smudge and Textile by @zooliwrites24 Yas! Finally, finished them. Smudge is the Destroyer from CodeSwitch and Textile is the Protector from the same mentioned multiverse. Smudge's arms are 100% made of ink, because Textile accidentally ripped the real ones. (Shut up before I pirouette you in the face)

Sintaxis and Discorrupted by me. These two belong to the same multiverse that Soothed and Pained Mind belong. Just like Soothed and Pained, they need the opposite one to exist and they feel each other pain, therefore they have a strong union, specially in friendship therms. Sintaxis is the named ‘Creator’ but he highly dislikes creativity, his love is more towards destruction and Discorrupted is the named ‘Destroyer’ but he hates destruction, his love going more towards creativity. Unfortunately, they have to comply their role, but that doesn't affect that sometimes Sintaxis steals Discorrupted's hammer to destroy stuff and Discorrupted randomly creates small dolls (like any alternate of Error does).

Template/Pale: unu-nunu-art

G!Ink/G!Error: miya-sheep

Codeswitch: zooliwrites24

Combinium Fusion: Me / @michimi-maidenvelekblog

Undertale: Toby Fox

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@discorrupted

Some men will tell you that you can’t keep a hyena in a sixth floor apartment.     Those men have no pizzazz,                                        no vision,                                            no basic joie de vivre.

                It seems happy enough. Although I can’t get the fucking thing to laugh.

The Joker sat on his sofa, feet up on the coffee table, staring at the animal in the cage in front of him. His jacket was abandoned on the table behind him, revolver tight in it’s holster against his ribs... he couldn’t escape the thought that he should shoot the hyena... he’d just got it... but there was nothing to stop him...