To combat the Errrorink fam hate you seen I have a lil scenerio for gradi and PJ
Imagine them both hanging out late at night and talking and connecting with eachother talking about their intrests and other stuff and by the morning they act like sibling who are annoyed of each other again
Errorink family inkvember day 24 (i swapped them around haha, ill do 17 someday) - Secret
this might be shit, i’m wrote it in the middle of the night whilst sick
Footsteps.
Quiet clicks had been echoing down the hall for the last couple seconds, eventually stopping at Paperjam’s door. A tall silhouette tapped his skeletal feet against the old wooden floor in a nervous stim, the repetitive vibrations relaxing him a bit. Finally, he scraped together enough courage to speak.
“jammy, are you, uh… are you awake?”
He was answered only by the glow of those small pink eyes, pupils pinpricks in the dark of the poster-encrusted room. Taking the tense silence as an invitation to continue, Gradient stepped over the threshold, tugging his hood over his skull, and offered a small smile.
“i heard you screaming. you had a nightmare, right? i can help if mama and dad didn’t wake up-“
“i don’t want you here,” PJ lied instantly, desperation cracking through her voice with fresh tears. “i don’t want you here at all.”
“okay!” the younger smiled, plunking down on his sibling’s bed. “what was your nightmare about? mine are usually that i’m trying to talk to people but the sound won’t come out. or none of my drawings look good, or that something happens to one of you, or i’m naked in public—“
“that’s fine, gradient.” Paperjam cut him off, knowing it would be hours of talking if she didn’t. “i— i’ll be okay. just don’t go for a little bit, yeah?”
After a pause, his silence deafening, she leaned against his thin frame. “…keep talking, beanpole.”
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It had been an hour now— Gradient had gone on and on about bilateral gynandromorphs, bugs that have a half and a half of both sexes, how some snails have counterclockwise shells, and have trouble finding mates… mostly about bugs, but the skellinkton listened to every tidbit.
“…so i read the other day that bumblebees will play!! they engage in little activities for what seems like only their own pleasure, which means no rewards were given by the researchers!!”
“so it’s like when you help with laundry even though you hit your screen time limit?” the blob nudged, snickering softly.
“yes, exactly!! like— no, no, ‘cause i don’t enjoy laundry. i get a hug if i do it. the bees did it just for fun.” Gradient explained, completely (but endearingly, Paperjam had to note) missing the joke. “do you wanna talk now? you’re being quiet.”
“no, i like your bugs, gray,” she grinned, squeezing him against her side. “i don’t really have anything like that, i guess. it’s nice to listen.”
The boy was instantly at attention, sitting up. “what?? you have— you have a… a thing like me and my bugs!! you totally do!! you like, uh… fashion.”
The smaller sat back for a bit, thinking. “is that really it, though? i feel like that’s boring. all i’ve got going for me is my weird health issues. i can melt, that’s kinda cool.”
“i don’t think it’s boring,” he admitted quietly. “your designs are pretty and i like when dad helps you sew. and mama wears the stuff you make for him, he loves it!!”
“Ink has no fashion sense.”
“…if it counts, i don’t think your health stuff is weird. sometimes if i laugh too hard i pee.”
The comment caught Paperjam off guard so much that she snorted, grabbing her brother’s hand for stability. “why did— what does that have to do with ANYTHING??”
“…i dunno. i thought if you were embarrassed then i should say something you would think is weird?”
“don’t do that around other people, man, you’ll freak them out.” after a moment’s hesitation, she added, “kidding.”
The darkness of the room was comforting now, plushies settled around them like a cushion against the world. The two were quiet, curled up tight beside each other. Gradient picked at the fluffy yellow blanket, glanced over at the repurposed bathtub in the corner, and stared back at his sibling.
“you’re using up a lot of magic just to stay solid, right?”
The skellinkton flushed a bit. “it’s… it’s just so i could get out of the bathtub and sit somewhere else without staining the blankets. being in the same place i had a nightmare in didn’t feel good.”
Both sat in silence for a moment, leaning back, before the taller stood. “i’ll put the tub over here! you can be all blobby and i’ll sleep in the bed so we’re next to each other.”
She grimaced— moving a big pink metal bathtub wasn’t exactly gonna be quiet, but worst case scenario was getting a minor scolding for the noise and a hug for having a nightmare. Her dads wouldn’t mind, she knew that much.
The metal screech made Gradient drop it from where his tricolor hands gripped the side, but after a sort of piggyback method was discovered, the basin was settled beside the fluffy bed. Gradient patted it encouragingly, and the older snickered before sitting down and liquifying.
“okay, yeah, that’s a lot better. good idea.” She had become a puddle, filling up about a third of the bathtub’s space with ink and a perpetually annoyed pair of eyes. “…thanks, gradi. love you.”
The boy looked up from his present task of shifting every stuffed animal so it didn’t touch him, a faint green smile cutting through the muffled pastels of the dark room. “yeah, love you too.”
The room went completely dark as both sources of light finally shut their eyes, curled up in separate beds just inches away from each other.
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“gimme the goddamn fork!!”
The breakfast table was alive with argument, both older children pushing and shoving at each other for the single small fork.
“no, you got it last time, it’s my turn!!”
“i threw up after i ate so it doesn’t count, gimme fork.”
At some point the table was slapped, the silverware across the entire wood surface jumping. Error screeched and scowled at the two of them, who paid no mind, before trying (and failing) to assert authority. “you— uh, you’re gonna hurt somebody. don’t… don’t do that.”
The chaos continued. PJ yanked off Gradient’s glasses, and Gradient stuck his hand through the blobbier portion of her skull.
Ink popped his head in from the smoke-filled kitchen, staring at them in both annoyance and affection. “can’t you guys just get along for five minutes??”
If Ink and Error were friends (canonically they "don't know each other") they would be like Tom and Jerry. Fighting and chasing each other because of their roles, but both being jerks that love to hang out with one another.
I haven't had the energy or desire to draw lately. And it turns out very badly. Therefore, here is a sketch for you with a femme version of the Humanization of ErrorInk.Sorry..
