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aaaAA tysm! I find color usage to be very important especially for showing emotions and setting a scene. I try to have each part/location have its own sort of color palette. I’m glad you like it!

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I love showing this as an example of color usage and tricking eyes. Funny enough, its the Haunted Hearts cover

The reason why I chose to use only blue to green colors is so there is more of a feeling of unity since the normal color palettes of the characters can contrast greatly (especially with frisk to everyone else since they have a blue and purple shirt and the others have more natural colors like green and orange.) It also gives the feeling that the blue sky just drowns out everything and all you can focus on is the bright blue hues.

Heres another one

All the colors here are grey with a slight tint of something. Because of the dark outline and our eyes assuming the colors with the little that's given, the colors seem to be more darker and saturated than what it really.

My advice is to not always use “natural” colors, or what you understand the object’s color to be like the grass is green, the stop sign is red, the bark of the tree is brown, instead, think of the lighting and how it affects colors. When its sunset, the grass doesn’t look bright green now, but more darker, greyed out, or even a little more orange due to the lighting of the sky. Remember, colors are wavelengths of light and influence each other.

I find it fun to take it a little more to the extreme for artistic purposes.

Thank you @charanal​ for the ask!

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43. “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me”

Waves gently hit Nightmare as he slowly opened his eyes, being met with burning sunlight. What had happened…?

Oh, shit, the boat exploded. Or got raided by ghosts? Wait, maybe it was both. Ink threw him off the side, and then… wait.

Ink.

Nightmare jumped up, looking around frantically for his… friend? Boyfriend? Traveling companion? Whatever he was to Nightmare, he was important.

The beach filled with soft, warm sand, looked bare. The sun glinted off shells and crabs, along with bits and pieces of metal, but none caught Nightmare’s eye. He had to find Ink, no matter what.

And there he was. His mouth was filled partially with sand, his hair fucked up to an entirely new level, and his clothes were torn. But he was there.

Nightmare ran up, feeling for a pulse, for breathing, for anything. He pleaded his loved one, “squeeze my hand if you can hear me, Ink. Please, give me a sign, or anything.”

And there it was. A soft, gentle squeeze, almost as delicate as his barely-existent pulse. Nightmare could barely feel it, and almost had to ask twice, but Ink felt him tense up and gave his hand another squeeze. Another, just as weak. But it was there.

Ink coughed up some sand. Nightmare gawked and pulled Ink into a crushing hug, grateful that the thief survived.

HEE I WISH THAT WAS ME

that actually came with the theme!

35. .. with a sword in hand ?

36. .. with a cup of tea in hand ?

2. “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat” is a fucking fantastic prompt for these dorks. 

Ccino paced in front of Nightmare’s door, trying to figure out how to ask him to help. He went to knock on the door, hesitated, and sunk back into himself. It wouldn’t be the best time, would it? He could just wait until morning, but… 

But then it would lower his chances of finding Sansy.

But would it?

Before Ccino lost all of his hope, and before he could make up his mind, the door opened to reveal a goopy 

“Ccino, your thoughts are so loud, and your pacing’s even louder. What’s wrong?”

“Nightmare! I’m so, so sorry, and I know, I know, it’s three am, but!” Ccino noticeably teared up, panicking.

“Calm down. Creators, Ccino-“ Nightmare wrapped a tentacle around Ccino, pulling him closer- “You’re more anxious than usual. Take a deep breath and tell me what’s wrong.”

Ccino gasped for air for a couple moments. He managed to force out, “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat- I can’t find Sansy. He got out.”

“Oh, shit, really? Where’d you see him last? How’d he get out?”

“Around, around!” Ccino sobbed into Nightmare’s chest, taking another minute to breathe. “Between here and my place. He snuck out while I wasn’t looking.

“So not that out of the way, right?”

“Right…”

“Plus, Sansy’s a very lazy cat. He probably hasn’t gotten far.”

“Right.”

“So let’s find him, okay? He’s probably under a tree or something.”

“Okay,” Ccino heaved, “okay!”

“Alright,” Nightmare closed the door, and started off, dragging Ccino with him, “He’s most likely not far. Let’s find him.”

Ccino blinked, wiping the tears off his face. He nodded. 

Around an hour later, Ccino spotted a white blob of fluff curled up under a tree. He let go of Nightmare’s hand and crept towards the furry ball. He gently picked up Sansy, and hugged him tightly. Nightmare watched with interest. “Sansy! Oh my god, I was so worried about you! Stop running off like that!”

“Rrr-ow”

“I can’t believe you snuck out like that, you bad kitty!”

“mrrrrow…”

3. .. to a café date ?

34. .. to tend your cottage’s modest garden ?