The Legend Of The DreamVerse : Part Three - Error And Ink

The Legend of the DreamVerse : Part Three - “Error and Ink”

Many things are going on in our story, from the beginning of Dreamtale and its corruption, to the creation of a new guardian and their purpose. Now at the time those things are happening, are the creations of two new beings. The gods of creation and destruction.

We start with Ink, or how we call him, Acrylink. He's different than you'd normally expect. He sat alone in his world, a nearly finished piece. He lived with only his brother, the two of them both with their own souls.

Everything was going swell for the two of them. Acrylink was sitting in a small patch of grass, just outside the house he had. It was the only place with color to this nearly empty world. He wished there was something new, but their creator wasn't doing their job. Atleast they had given him someone so he wouldn't be alone.

He sighed, looking to the ground with a crestfallen expression. It was quiet. The only problem he really had with all this was the night terrors his brother was tortured with. He'd suddenly wake up screaming in the middle of the night, or what they called night.

He was disturbed from his silence as he heard screams from the house. He ran inside to his brother's room to help him. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw what seemed like a black monster hovering over his brother. In a scared tone of voice, he spoke. "Wh-What are you?!"

The creature snapped their head towards Acrylink. They wore a white mask with a creepy face painted on. The only thing out of the two holes for eyes he could see was a single eyelight.

He shakily took a step back from the creature, glancing to his brother. The monster seemed to notice, stabbing a tentacle through his brother, killing him.

Acrylink shrieked in terror. His brother was dead, he didn't know what to do. He turned and ran away, as fast as he possibly could. It was no use as the creature appeared, stabbing him through the back. The tentacle withdrew itself and with a sinister laugh, the creature was gone.

Acrylink dropped to the ground, shaking and sobbing. He was going to die here. He failed his brother and now he was going to pay for it. A sudden bright light appeared, colors pouring out. His soul was cracking, a hole clearly shown right through it. It was washed over with colors, the hole soon closing. He felt himself slip away from consciousness, everything fading to black.

After what would seem to him like only a few minutes was actually a few hours. He sat up, rubbing his head. He looked around, wondering what this strange place was. It was a completely blank world, stretching out endlessly. He didn't know where he was, but it might not be good.

He stood up, glancing down at his chest and holding his hand to it. "What-?" He asked himself, pulling out his soul to see. Where the hole had been was now closed off with an array of colors. It seemed to be dripping, which it was. He knew that when he saw the color drip to the ground as ink. Where the paint dripped out, it was replaced by the same colors once again. It was strange to say the least.

He began walking off, unaware of what to do or if this place was dangerous. He didn't know, but he'd have to find out himself. He looked around as he walked. Nothing but white.

Farther off in the distance was Error, known here as Erratum. This was his home and he had been here for a few years when he was created, which was a year before Acrylink. Of course he didn't know that. He noticed a disturbance in there, going to it.

He appeared behind the other, wondering how they got there. He walked toward them, and it was obvious they heard his footsteps as they turned around. "Wh-Who are you?" Acrylink said as he turned around to face him. He backed away, wondering who this was and why they were like the way they were.

Erratum had become glitched from being in there so long. That was besides the point at the moment. He didn't know if he should tell, but he didn't see a reason not to. "Erratum.. The destroyer of the sleep realm, or atleast what's in it.." He spoke with a glitched voice.

Acrylink was confused. He pondered for a moment, wondering what he meant by that. After thinking it through, the only conclusion he could come up with was that he meant dreams and nightmares. "What? Why? They're important to others!" He didn't know where it came from, but he thought it just felt right. Why was he getting so defense about this?

Erratum laughed, bringing his hands to the purplish-blue marks on his face. "Because they shouldn't be here. They're just the figments of your imagination to make you feel happy or scared." He stopped to look at him, grinning. "What's your name?" He'd ask.

Acrylink was hesitant to answer. He took a step back, weary of what he'd do. "Acrylink.. Why?" He asked with confusion, wondering why he was asking. Well, there were other reasons, but he wasn't thinking of those.

Erratum let out a sinister laugh. "Because I'd like to remember the name of my next victim." He snapped his hands back, strings extending from the marks to his fingertips. They shot at him, fast like a bullet.

Acrylink turned around and ran in an attempt to get away. Was this it? He closed his eyes tightly, inhaling calmly. Sudden thoughts of what he could do rushed to his head. He stopped abruptly and spun on his heels to face him. He opened them, jumping up high. A jump boost he didn't know he had.

He smiled as he looked down at the strings. He snapped his fingers and a brush appeared. He grasped it tightly and spun, slashing the strings and cutting them.

Erratum froze and watched in disbelief. He growled in frustration, blasters appearing. Acrylink landed on the ground nearly, gaining an attack stance. He jumped up and slashed the blasters, destroying them. "Gonna have to try harder than that.." He said, landing neatly on the ground. He regained his neat posture with a smile. "Now I'd really like to stay, but I do have to go. I'll see you next time!" He yelled and then he was gone.

Erratum growled, stomping his foot. "Oh I will see you soon." A new person to stop him, and a new enemy.

Acrylink had landed in a darker place, the only light coming from the moon and the stars dotting the sky around it. He looked up with a smile. He felt the colors of ink drip from his soul again. He was becoming aware of what things were, as they suddenly filled his head. Thoughts of what new powers he had.

He painted vials and a sash, putting them around his waist. He took out some of the vials, collecting the different colored paints that dripped out. It was temporary, but it would work. He put the vials back in the sash after the colors had stopped dripping down.

He looked back up to the stars, a smile on his face. "I'll see you in our next battle... I'll see you soon, Erratum."

Waypoint, the Night/Ice hybrid.

This art is a little bit older, but I wanted to share it because this was another one of my concept ideas about abilities and how it affects them.

In this case, I simply had wanted to draw a piebald Night/Ice but with the basis of a star, both in appearance and ability. However, it evolved more once I came up with the idea of what if there was a nightwing power that had to do with specific directions. Hence came this idea:

Waypoint has the gift of prophecy, however, it is based more on areas in specific. They will have visions about places far away from where they are, rather than what's happening in their vicinity. They are automatically drawn towards these places though, having visions days ahead of getting there. Like a waypoint, a beacon, leading them towards the place their prophecy is about.

I haven't done anything else with them yet, but I may do more in the future. Stay tuned!

Used @mewtwoandme bases for my own mewtwos! I had to edit the bases to make them fit of course, but these are the mewtwos from my AU where they made different typed versions! But that's not all, I also made the second "batch" from my to-be 3 part AU with different stories and different mewtwos set within the same universe!

This lil batch is from the second group. A shiny mew and their 3 babies. Shiny mew was captured and experimented on with their first child, whilst carrying two more. Shiny mew themself had their two babies genetically altered to see the difference between using their already born baby to change or genetically altering the developing babies. Whilst the first baby was used and turned into what became shiny mewtwo, the other two developed with genetic alterations which made them into not quite mew yet not quite mewtwos for when they were born!

I'll probably be posting about the 3rd batch sometime soon with what I think is my favorite story. Thank you mewtwoandme for the awesome bases you made, love the detail of your style!

Here with some Mewtwos and more! My rendition of Shiny Mewtwo is up first!

Figured I'd make the green a slightly different shade than it's shiny, but not by much because I really like the original. I didn't come up with a name for it since I was really just playing around trying to see if I could alter the shiny, even if I never really ended up changing it all that much.

Next up I have finally made designs for my other two characters from my main AU idea, even if they're only headshots at the moment.

Anyways, meet my rendition of Shadow Mewtwo and Shadow Lugia.

I may or may not have struggled heavily coloring the shadow synergy stone. But anyways, decided also to give Shadow Mewtwo a scar because I kinda wanted to make it slightly different than the original Shadow Mewtwo outside of just the very different lore for it I came up with. Also, I'd already drawn the scar on another for another possible OC, and liked it so much I decided to put it on Shadow Mewtwo and kept it.

I made a post a while ago using mewtwoandme's bases which mentioned a third AU that I never ended up elaborating on. Well, here's that third AU!

The idea is that scientists were trying to make shadow pokemon, which were stronger, more aggressive. Inevitably, after using much time and resources, they created Shadow Lugia. A hyper aggressive shadow pokemon who is unable to be purified. Now that the scientists had found out how to create a successful shadow pokemon, they searched to find an energy source that could cut the time and resources used to make Shadow Lugia in half. This led to Shadow Mewtwo.

Shadow Mewtwo was created using shadow synergy stones in the hopes of recreating their success with Shadow Lugia, but to consume less time and energy in the process. They fused the shadow synergy stone with a Mewtwo they had created themselves in order to ensure that the synergy stone fused completely with it. In the end they were successful. What they didn't account for was Shadow Mewtwo to connect with all of the shadow pokemon they had produced, forming the strongest bond with Shadow Lugia.

Upon forging that strong bond with Shadow Lugia, their original success had suddenly become placated, all of its aggression seemingly gone. The scientists, of course, were thrilled, hoping to use Shadow Mewtwo to control Shadow Lugia and its aggressive nature. Unfortunately, shortly after the two of them broke free, destroying the facility and freeing all of the shadow pokemon that had been created there, and so shadow pokemon are roaming free while Shadow Mewtwo and Shadow Lugia took off into the night, disappearing entirely. The next time they would be seen would be over a decade later, with Shadow Mewtwo sporting a scar on its face.

And so far, that's it! I'll be making fullbody references for these two in the future, and hopefully even making some small comics about them. Until then, I hope you guys find this storyline interesting and want to see more! Thank you for reading, and until next time. Cya!

The mewtwo comics I've been seeing have inspired me to put my own twist on them. Or well, on other versions of them.

Say hello to the first few other typed mewtwos, mewtwos created as an experiment. Much later, inspiration was taken from the old cloning of mew from its DNA into mewtwo, in order to create the most powerful psychic type pokemon in the world.

After old secret documents that had originally been lost in the explosion caused by mewtwo's escape are found(in bits an pieces), scientists have decided to spin their own twist. Deciding not to heed the warning of the dangers thanks to the original destructions of the labs, the scientists that created these new type mewtwos wanted to try and make this powerful pokemon into the strongest of the other pokemon types.

They started with the grass type, fire type, and water type, three of the most basic types out there. These twos were made as the prototypes, just the first tests. If they could perfect these basic types, then they could go on to making those of much stronger types. Three of the strongest pokemon types were used: dragon type, fairy type, and steel type.

Before any more types could be created, as they planned to make a mewtwo of every type, an accident happened where the six of them escaped together. However this does not mean the other types may never be created, just a delay in the experiments. Now the six twos are trying to figure out where they belong in the world they've escaped into.

The twos would escape well before maturity, so they're out there in their more teen stages, making the struggle a little bit more difficult than if they were adults.

I don't know if anyone's done this before, but hey, I thought it was a fun idea. Might make more posts about these 6.

Fic Excerpt - The Bloody Puppet

Read full fic on AO3 (here)

He doesn't remember when everything begins to blur together. The scarlet moon hangs above in all its radiance, lighting up everything it's light touches in a red hue. It's bright, both from the headache it induces and the crimson seeping into his clothes that it lights up and enhances the color. It is bright in contrast to his fair skin that it stains as well. The blood of a vampire ignites in bright valor and color underneath the bright red moon. The crimson seeps into everything it touches; clothing and skin, stained in the ichor that touches his face and slips into the curves of his neck. Eyelashes flutter as do his closed eyelids as the world is drowned out. "-oé." The sound rings in his ears like a chorus. It is a twisted melody that he tries to grasp. It's familiar in a way he can't discern. "Noé!" The yell of his name has his eyelids fluttering open. Recognition comes to Noé suddenly as his mind begins to run again. With vision blurred and mind foggy, he stares openly at brilliant blue that comes into view. That's right. Memories come back to him suddenly, crashing into him in violent waves as he recalls how he came to be in this predicament.