#okami crossover

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Playing Okami HD now and I’m tickled by how the characters sound like they’re from Animal Crossing.

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Deidara as Issun (Okami).

Colored version will follow soon.

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Yin And Yang

AN: Ammy’s thoughts on Error, the Yin to Ink’s Yang, and the Overseer of a thankless but needed force. (I like Yin and Yang comparisons and you really can’t have a mention of Ink without Error showing up) The Okami series belongs to Clover Studios. Ink Sans belongs to @comyet and Error Sans belongs to @loverofpiggies

“For every Force of Creation, there will always be a Force of Destruction”

It was an unpleasant truth, but it was something Ammy had come to terms with a long me ago. All the gods knew and understood this. There was a slight margin for adaptation (such as Yomigami’s power of Rejuvenation) but True destruction was always final.

But it was also needed.

Needed for Balance. Needed to ensure that the world(s) would flow safely through time and space. An End to match the Beginning.

Yes, she was a goddess of the Sun and of Creation, but she was no stranger to such powers. Even she herself had needed to call on the powers of destruction at times. She was just as much a Warrior as a Goddess. She had many battles under her belt over the centuries of her existence. Many battles where she had needed to end her foes for good.

Error Sans was not a being Ammy would have expected, but he was fitting for the role placed on his shoulders.

His glitching, unstable beginnings had seemed harmful and alarming when she had first laid eyes on him. But she could understand why such forces would dictate his place as an Agent of Balance, and a counter to her child of Creation.

His beginnings were painful, much like Inks, if in a very different way. Her heart went out to him for such a start to his life, but so did her anger. His actions during the madness of his beginnings held her ire, so much that she had genuinely wanted to break her required distance from the mortal planes to have words with him. But her anger was for his actions, not for the hurting child himself.

It was not his fault he’d been driven to madness. That blame fell on the shoulders of another, on one who had decided to fool with powers beyond them with no heed for the consequences of their actions.

It was the thoughts of two of her dear brush gods on the worlds she watched that talked her into taking action once more.

Kasugami, God of Mists and the Flow of Time, and Gekigami, God of Thunderstorms and the Onslaught, had been the ones to see the multiverse that had caught the eye of their Mother Goddess. The two had listened to her frustrations and worries for the children. And each gave their own, surprisingly understanding, opinions of what could be done.

“This child needs to see he is needed in this multiverse, that destruction with no true reason would do no good to the realm. That he is worth more than the destruction he leaves in his wake,” Gekigami had rumbled, lightning bolts sparking in the quiver he wore.

“Isolation drove him to madness, but life could ground him once more,” Kasugami stated, letting out a breath of peace filled mist. “Most would need the chance to wander and find their paths, but that isn’t the path he needs. What this child needs is someone willing to reach out to him. Someone willing to give his turmoil-filled mind a place to rest.”

It was harder to provide guidance to a child who knew nothing of prayer, but that just made Ammy’s plan a challenge. And she had never been one to back down from a challenge.

She led him to places where the forces of balance could be clearly seen. To places where there were people willing to look past his madness to find the hurting person underneath. Places that would help him heal, and to see just how important his power truly was, and to meet the one who balanced that power.

She knew the two children would butt heads. That they would disagree with each other. That they would inevitably fight one another. But as young as they were to the cosmic forces, they would come to understand their importance.

They were needed for their realms, and to ensure that all would be well.

And it would be, they just needed time to see it for themselves.

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Deidara as Issun (colored version).

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Celestial Inks: The Brush

AN: Undertale belongs to Toby Fox, Okami belongs to Clover Studios, and Ink Sans belongs to @comyet I did my best to not stray too far from Ink Sans’ origin story, and I think I did a good job of accomplishing that. I am an Okami Dork, and couldn’t help drawing a lot of parallels between Ink Sans’ abilities and the Celestial Brush mechanic of the Okami series. And this was spawned because of it, I hope you guys like it!

For all her power, for all her divine glory, Amaterasu would always look at the residents of the world with the love of a mother. She looked at all those born of creation as her darling children. The people of the earth, her dearest Brush Gods, the Poncles, her many Envoys, even the Celestials, they were all her children. And few things delighted her like seeing them create worlds of their own (what wouldn't find joy in seeing their child follow in their footsteps? Even if the child didn't realize it).

But her love for them did not stop her from Seeing.

Seeing that the worlds her children created were more than just their imaginations running wild. That, slowly, the things they created would become Real.

But Amaterasu grew to love her children's creations as well. Eagerly watching as the new worlds filled with light and love and Life began to appear. But there were also times where she would find herself quietly mourning the ones who were never finished, the ones with Life but no home, no world, with which they could live it. She would see it far too often, see her children's children left to suffer in silence within their incomplete worlds.

But one, in particular, caught her eye.

A Lone, living soul, stuck in a grief-stricken, unfinished world. With a Creator which was too angry, too frustrated, too tired, to ever finish it.

She saw the day when it became too much for the child, and mourned for the soul that shattered. And crowed in delight and relief when she saw that he had not dissolved into nothing by his own hand. He would no longer remember who he was, or where he came from, or why he didn't have a soul of his own… But he was still there, and that was enough for her.

And for the first time in centuries, Ammy Acted. For this child was no within her reach, in a world of his own. A world outside the hands of mortals, but not outside the hands of the Gods. She sought out her colored inks and filled with Light and Love and Life, and used her divine power to send them to him.  Returning his ability to Feel once more. (She hadn't meant to drop the colors on the poor dear’s head, but she always was one to get at tad… caught up in her own excitement at times. Though it was rather amusing, few could deny that.)

She couldn't bestow a new Soul upon him, not without bringing him before her in the Celestial Plains, but she would give him new Life. Life and Light and Love that only the Sun and a loving Mother could give. With each color she gave, she saw the emptiness left by the loss of his Soul fading.

She could see as his heart filled with Inspiration, and as he started slowly filling his world with a life of its own, and made a choice she hadn't made in a very long time.

With great purpose, Amaterasu sought out the needed materials from their rarely touched supplies and crafted a new Celestial Brush (the first in countless decades). Filled with her power of Creation, and sent both it and the blessings of a Muse to the child with nothing to his name, living in a world of his own making.

He would be Her Child, though he would probably never be aware of it, and would carry all the power and blessings of such a status. Nor would he be aware of just how much power over Creation he truly possessed. Not unless, somehow, he ended up her realm and saw with his own eyes (eye-sockets? Did it even matter?). She would watch from her place in the Heavens.

For she was Okami Amaterasu, Goddess of the Sun and Mother to All. And like any good mother, she would watch over and be proud of her child and all that he achieved.

Always.

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