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Inkmare! You see colors for the first time when seeing your soulmate

Hope you enjoy this! it was so fun to write!

Being an artist when you can’t see color is hard. But, Ink makes it work. He has to. He loves art, and he would never give it up just because of the inconvenience of not being able to see color. He usually would just use traditional supplies, reading the labels and hoping it was the color he was going for. As his friends would find their soulmates, he would ask for their input. Ink honestly didn’t mind not knowing who his soulmate was. It made less work for him. Besides, he didn’t have time for a relationship, protecting the multiverse and whatnot.

Despite this, Ink couldn’t help but wonder. What was his soulmate like? Did they love art as much as he did? Were they nice? He also couldn’t help but wonder about their gender. Ink wouldn’t really care about their gender. It’s not like you can choose your soulmate, and all Ink cared about was that they were at least a good person. Sometimes he likes to joke with Dream and Blue that his soulmate is someone like Error or Nightmare, a terrible person who absolutely hates him. Of course, those are just jokes.

~

It never occured to Ink that despite how much he and his squad fought Nightmare’s gang, he himself never ended up face to face with the leader. He was always preoccupied, he supposed. He honestly preferred not getting between Dream and Nightmare. This was a battle they’ve been having for longer than Ink’s been alive, it’s none of his business. Also, he was a little intimidated by Nightmare. He won’t get in the way of their feud.

~

“Ink! I have to go chase after Nightmare! Can you handle things over here yourself?” Dream easily blocks an attack sent by Dust, shooting an arrow at him.

“Yeah, I got it, Dream. Go ahead!” Ink gives him a thumbs up, narrowly missing an attack sent at him.

“Thanks!” Dream disappears, going to find his counterpart.

Things didn’t exactly go as planned, though. About halfway through the battle, Ink was hit with an overwhelming sense of dread and negativity. Knowing what was coming, Ink prepared an attack and turned around to face the Nightmare King. He launches the attack, but not before flashes of color blind his vision. He stumbles back, blinking rapidly and rubbing his eye sockets. Sure enough, there was color everywhere. He looks at Nightmare, who is staring at Ink in shock and disbelief. Ink’s attack had hit him head on, if the splatters of paint said anything, but he didn’t seem concerned about that.

He and Ink just stare at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time, before Nightmare finally turns away. 

“Retreat.”

“What? But Boss-”

“Did I stutter? Retreat right now!” he marches away into the shadows, casting one last glance at Ink, who was still frozen in place by shock.

Once the last of the gang had retreated, Dream approaches Ink. “Ink? What’s going on? Why did Nightmare call a retreat?” Ink jumps, turning to Dream. He never realized how much yellow the guardian wears. He must have been staring, because Dream snaps in front of his face.

“Ink? Is something wrong?”

“How come you never mentioned you wear so much yellow?” The words slip out before Ink could even process what he was saying.

“W-what?” Dream stares at Ink in confusion, and then in understanding.”You met your soulmate!”

Ink just nods numbly, looking around. He fixes his gaze on Blue, staring at the other. Blue waves uncomfortably, and Ink continues to look around. There was so much color! It was beautiful! It was-

“Who is it?? Do we know them?” Dream’s excited voice snaps Ink back into the moment, and he blinks a few times.

“It’s… Don’t worry about it. I’ll tell you later, okay?” Dream pouts.

“You better!”

~

“Ink you’ve been avoiding the question! Why won’t you just tell me?”

“Dream it’s seriously nothing. I told you not to worry about i-” Dream cuts him off.

“I know you told me not to worry but I am! It feels like you’re trying to hide it from me. You don’t have to tell me, but I would appreciate a reason why you’re so keen on keeping it a secret!”

“Because it’s Nightmare, Dream!”

…

Silence.

“It’s- what? What do you mean- you mean your soulmate is-” he trails off.

“Yes. My soulmate is Nightmare. I didn’t want to tell you because it’s already so much for me to comprehend. I didn’t want you to have to worry about it too.”

“Ink… you are one of my closest friends. It’s okay. I’m here for you…” Dream smiles, giving Ink a side hug. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Can I wallow in pity and hide in the doodlesphere for the rest of my life?”

Dream snickers. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Well I certainly can’t face him ever again!”

“Ink calm down! Just- I don’t know, talk to him? That’s the only thing I can think of for you to do-”

“Seriously?!” Ink takes a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. You’re right. I just- I’ll talk to him. Simple. He won’t kill me right? Yeah he won’t kill me-”

“Stop rambling and do it before you overthink!” “Right!”

~

“What the hell are you doing here?” Killer holds a knife to Ink, who is currently pinned against the wall.

“I have to talk to Nightmare! It’s important.”

“Sure it is.”

“Seriously! I-”

“Let him go, Killer.” Nightmare’s voice cuts into the conversation, and Killer tenses.

“Boss, he’s intruding-”

“I said let him go. I have to speak with him.” Oh boy. Here goes nothing.

~

“Why are you here?” Nightmare is sitting at a desk, across from a very anxious Ink. The latter is fiddling with his scarf nervously.

“I think you know why.”

“Watch your mouth I could kill you in an instant.”

“Nightmare can we just- talk about this like normal people? I’m kind of freaking out really bad.”

“Okay, yeah. You have a point. We do need to talk about this because it’s not something we can just ignore.”

“Exactly!”

“Keep your voice down!” Nightmare glares at Ink, shooting a glance at the closed door to see if anyone is there.

“Okay. So. You’re my soulmate. That’s been established by now.” Ink looks around the room nervously. “I always joked about it being someone who hated me. I didn’t think it was actually true aaand I’m rambling.”

Night just stares at him, his expression unchanging. He almost seems to be processing, taking in Ink’s appearance. “Are you usually this nervous?”

“Well I’m a little afraid I might die today so not really no?”

Night just hums, continuing to stare at Ink. Ink smiles nervously at him.

“So uh… you’re probably really disappointed that it’s me and now that we’ve had this conversation I can leave now! Cool okay bye-” Ink stands to leave, but Nightmare’s tendrils wrap around him, keeping him in place.

“No you don’t. We haven’t talked about shit.”

Ink stares at Nightmare wide eyed, panic settling in. Oh stars, he really is gonna die. Nightmare is literally going to kill him.

“Look I know you aren’t happy about this. I’m not either! You’re literally my best friend’s enemy, and I guess that makes you my enemy by association.” He’s rambling again. “Coming here was a bad idea I should have just hidden in the doodlesphere for the rest of my- mmph?!”

Ink’s rambling was cut off by the sudden feeling of Nightmare kissing him. He lets out a startled sound, tensing up. After a moment, Nightmare pulls back, blushing darkly. Ink found that he liked the color of Nightmare’s blush. He’s suddenly dropped through a portal before he can fully process what just happened, falling into the snow in Snowdin.

Ink blinks, looking around. His face is warm, and he can’t help but smile. Maybe this won’t be as bad as he thought.

If you need to laugh childishly today, it has been 6969 days since the year 2000 ended.

Question

Why is no one talking about the rainbow flag that got shown at the love fest in brasil?

I mean,, all the original colours are there (plus a inclusive white stripe with a very lovely meaning!)

Isn’t it beautiful? look at it hanging there, representing all these lovely people! It’s so colourful, it only can spread positive vibes!

And since I couldn’t find the flag in a good size, I made one quick!

What do y'all think?