#ink gaster

[brute-luvr]

Ink!Gaster wants you to persist.

DTIYS by @neverniko101

[melodydarkchalk]

You know, this is a great start to a feud… Ink Gaster wanted to make friends, but he became a sworn enemy of Load Glitch, just messing up the plans… Well😅

Load Glitch Sans belongs to @sole-production-ut

[chattier80]

Error Sans belongs to @loverofpiggies​

Ink Gaster belongs to @miya-sheep​

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[brute-luvr]

Ink!Gaster - Scribe

Basics

Ink!Gaster, goes by Scribe

12’0

Lanky, lean

Former god and creator

Retired as his soul can’t sustain any more creation

Can be used for any reason, with any au, and linked to any story. (Just tag me, i’d love to see!)

Lore under cut

He began as a creator who couldn’t resist the urge to bring worlds to life. He was once a scientist—curious, brilliant, and maybe a little too ambitious. He discovered that by pouring fragments of his own soul into his creations, he could craft entire AUs, monsters, and relics within the ever-shifting realm of the Doodlesphere. But there was a catch. Every creation left him weaker, cracks forming along his body, leaking vibrant streams of color and ink that never quite healed.

As Scribe stretched himself thinner and thinner, his form grew unstable, his magic harder to control. His jacket, once clean, became a chaotic mess of splatters and smears—a symbol of the many worlds and beings he’d breathed life into. His eye, constantly shifting in rainbow hues, is the only part of him still brimming with the same fierce energy he started with, though even that flickers now, a reminder of the power he’s both lost and wielded.

Eventually, his body couldn’t handle the strain anymore. Each crack threatened to break him apart, and he had to make a choice: give up creating or risk losing himself entirely. He chose to step back, letting go of the active role he once had in shaping worlds. Now, he lingers in the shadows of the Doodlesphere, watching over the worlds he once cared for, half-forgotten but still present for those who know where to look.

Scribe is no longer a god or even a creator in the traditional sense. He’s more of a wandering storyteller, a faded legend wrapped in color and ink. He whispers guidance to those who listen, influencing the edges of stories he once would have leapt to shape. Every now and then, a piece of him, a swirl of color or a quiet spark, finds its way into a new world, a soft reminder of a creator who gave everything he had to his art.

Losing pieces of his soul had an affect on him more than just his form. His mental state is also unstable, making him more cynical sometimes. He has no regulator, meaning what would previously have been a very wholesome experiment devolves into cruel, inhumane experiments or nightmares. Not all the time, of course, just when the mood strikes him.

(Inktale of course belongs to @comyet)

Art

3. starlikeswomen on discord

[brute-luvr]

Hello, have you ever seen Ink Gaster?

Yes, i have! This version of him was made by me :)

[melodydarkchalk]

«The mastery of metamorphosis is in my head…» ...and soul.

[melodydarkchalk]

Welcome to doodle-sphere, kiddo!