Misprints Askblog!

Feel free to spam the ask box, I’ll work on the asks when I have time and motivation!!

Updated, 18th June 2026

Misprint is NOT an Error-Ink ship kid, I will NEVER make ship kids of canon characters.

THIS IS A CHARACTER ASK BLOG, I RESPOND IN CHARACTER.

Ref pics, Of her and also her brother

Ref pics of some AUs, might make more but this is all so far.

For WAY more info, head to this google document.

The story of the whole AU. It’s very long, so please be aware- (also a google doc)

Authors personal Tumblr, separate content where he posts art

Buttercup/Frail isn’t available for asks, I just draw her when I want to.

Flowery is available for asks

Pruss is available for asks

All AUs of Misprint/Katima are available for asks

Further info about me below! Alongside some rules and explanations!

Been going pretty alright.. I have a couple plans of what to do if things go south, I’ll win this time.. there’s no doubt about it. Mr. Asshole, as I’ve dubbed him since I don’t know his name. He’s been all nice and quiet ever since I told him to, which is really nice. I’ll need him for a plan.

The sans stares at Buttercup, he looks confused "Who is this?" "Buttercup!! Katima wife!!"

"Your telling me there was somebody that we could have went to for help, and already have this problem solved?!" "Maybe...."

"Whatever, look Buttecup. Whoever you are. Katima, Kat, Misprint, Whoever you call them, is in a big pickle and we need your help. Yes. Your help"

Buttercup nods, listening to the conversation a little with a blep, but when her wifey is mentioned, she gets a serious look.. something inside her bubbles… unbeknownst to the horror variant.

She’s a little confused, pointing to Misprint who’s now standing right bellow the empty flower pot left behind by Flowery, and Buttercup deeps note it.

Oh hey! The mean flo-flower is gone now!

Misprint doesn’t look in the best state… her glitches are slightly worse and she looks like she’s holding back a lot…. Just the source of this evil has to be assessed, and it’s inside the skeletons skull… who will be brave enough to try their hand at it, is the question.

A flower was throw near where flowery is, the flower looks more nervous then usual. The flower looks at flowery for a long minute before starting a long ramble about whatever

He starts off talking about something that annoys him but then it just starts going into a long paragraph about nothing. Seems like a distraction. In the distances a skeleton and a floating cat can be seen.

The skeleton doesn't look to be having the best time, seems like he was forced to be here. The cat and skeleton can be heard talking "I mean really, do I have to be here, I don't know this girl. Besides what makes you think I have enough power to stop that flower" The skeleton sighs. The cat just grins "You'll be fine you got this! You'll distract when our Flowery gets killed or whatever. You'll step in and intertain the guy while we find a way to get Katima back. Flawless plan!!" "Uh huh. Sure. Nothing will go wrong"

The flowey lands into Misprints skull, much to her dismay- Buttercup blinks at the exact same time as the flower travels into Misprints head….. and is none the wiser! Smiling and talking at Misprint, who is only allowed to say that she’s feeling under the weather, per Flowerys instructions.

WH- I don’t know who this is!! I don’t even know their name! How is this supposed to be a “bestie”…….. UGH.

He whispers, but he does humor the flower for a little while, letting it ramble….. well. Until.

SHUSH. UP. I don’t CARE. Stop talking before she notices! If you make any more sounds I will put a vine through your head. Capiche??

Flowery replies in a rather irritated tone, but not loudly, so Butetrcup doesn’t hear anything.

Meanwhile Buttercup notices the other two! Quickly closing the distance with a happy smile, she looks rather excited to have strangers in the house-

“Kitty is… isn’t fee-feeling go-good rig-right now! Do you-you need…… something-something? Wel-welcome to the Omeg-Omega Tim-Timeline!”

You only have 1 option….. “ask for help”.

I’m Flowery… who tried HELPING a HUMAN…… only to get a knife tossed into his HEAD……… I didn’t even get a chance to try anything else. I was scared. I died because I tried being NICE. So fuck that. I want to LIVE. And I’ll do whatever is necessary for my survival. AND YOU. WON’T BE IN MY WAY.

What do you even plan to do with Katima- er, Misprint, anyway? Like, woohoo for you and all but like- what now? You gonna like- leave or something? This seems like it's too easy to backfire on you.

Well.. I’ll live the life I always deserved of course! Being loved.. being safe. It won’t backfire!! This time- this time I have it. I will make sure none of my vines stick out…. It’ll be PERFECT this time around……… I won’t fail. Not anymore…

He looks a bit. Nervous… maybe he kind of knows and is afraid of this backfiring for real.. but he’s determined to win this time around, and have this vessel forever. He moves Misprint smoothly to the room where Buttercup was calling Misprint from… this may be your chance.

Well usually when we hear "stab" we think knives! Our brain defaulted! Also surprised you didn't say anything about the being semifluid-

Taps microphone… hint hint, Shrooms oc managed to get through, I don’t think “nothing” is an option. ;3

Lalalalallalalal!!! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU FUCKING THINK! Shut the fuck up already! UGH. Oh… I don’t really.. care. Yeah. I’ve seen monsters made of fire, me aka plants.. bones, animals- I don’t think there even is a limit, I’m not phased by whatever the fuck a body is made of. Hell- I’ve seen a monster made of straight up WOOD. It doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Now let me go about the day… yeah? I need to learn the patterns of this Buttercup bitch so she doesn’t find me out.

He grimaces, waving goodbye…… but this won’t work, he can still answer questions.

If you did stab us while a mortal human, we'd probably still like you, ye.

..... we have some issues.

… who the fuck said anything about knives? My my, you asked me about my thorns.. what do YOU think I’d use to attack?

He sighs exasperatedly, rolling his eyes and staring at the bottom of the skull, likely not even paying attention to whatever you’re saying… but then.

Goodness… you’re fucking insane. And here I thought I was bad. Fucking hell… “some issues” is an UNDERstatement.

He makes a disgusted grimace and swats at the source that’s filming him and letting you see it and ask questions, likely trying to get rid of you entirely.

Also uh- we may have been influenced by the things we read- we read a lot of works where people who like each other are a bit too forward about their morbid curiousity-. We genuinely didn't think too much of it, and probably wouldn't have if turned around on us either-

And why should I tell the person who asked about tearing my hair out about why I need a vessel? I don’t care about the ask blog or the questions, I won’t tell you jackshit… I only put up previously with them because I was punished if I didn’t. I couldn’t care less, really. I won’t tell you anything… you’d just use it to your advantage and hurt me.

The last part almost sounds like he’s been in those situations before.. where he trusted someone enough to tell them and then it backfired spectacularly. He huffs, rolling his eyes at your explanation.

I see… Pch. Whatever. You probably wouldn’t flinch if I stabbed you either then.

Also it's very rude of you to possess the person who's been nothing but a very kind and hospitable house host to you considering you being evil and stuff. You let her go right now young man >:(

Sorry, you get an edited art.. I seriously don’t want to torture myself with hand drawing so many thorns again 😭🙏

“Waaah, you captured our interest lately and we’re not normally like that”

He responds in a mocking tone, rolling his eyes and moving away from Misprints face, moving to go deeper into the skull to be less easily spotted from the outside.

I am able to handle morbid poking.. but wouldn’t you too be shocked when someone who said they liked you suddenly switched gears and started asking how it would be like to TEAR YOUR HAIR OUT..

He scoffs, letting his vines spread through the skeletons body so he can control the movement of the limbs.. smirking to himself and raising an eyebrow at you.

Oh yeah? I don’t care what she does. I need a vessel, and that’s final. I don’t care how she feels… I need this. Also, I’m 27 years old…

They’re….. really peaceful………. I like them… they al-always swi-swim towards-towards me..