Hero Generation 6
Palette was so happy to finally start his journey and follow that strange call in his head. It told him how to open portals, which made traveling much easier. He was so excited.
He had overheard the warnings from his granpa “Be careful out there. Don’t step into the wrong AU.”
But the thrill of adventure drowned out the caution in his heart. Every portal he created fascinated him more and more. Every person he met, every sight he saw, was incredible. He absorbed it all like a sponge. With excitement bubbling inside, he opened another portal and stepped through.
The moment his shoe touched the ground, he crumbled. An ice-cold pain shook his bones.
What was that?
So much… too much.
Why did he feel so weak all of a sudden?
Why was he so scared... so terrified?
Why did his bones shake? Why were his eyes crying?
His mind clouded—stormy thoughts fell like raindrops and drowned him. He wanted to leave, but he couldn’t get up. This world was consuming him.
But it wasn’t just his fear.
He wasn’t afraid—was he?
He didn’t know why he would be.
Were those really his feelings?
They had to be… right?
He wanted to be home. Safe with Granpa. Right now. Please.
He needed help.He didn’t think he would ever feel so alone.
He cried for help.But nobody came.*
He couldn’t get up. It was overwhelming—fear, sadness, despair. He screamed, desperate and confused. What was happening? Why was everyone so scared? What was this immense hopelessness—growing like a black hole, swallowing everything... including him?And then that strange spark. Determination? Was that the source of all this fear?
Whoever that was had so much to much in their heart Palette already saw it how this world would die....
He felt like a flame—A candle caught in the middle of a raging storm, about to be snuffed out.He felt like a sailor in a lighthouse, about to be swallowed by a giant tsunami.Like a star, collapsing into nothing in the heat death of the universe.Like a firefly, caught in a vast spider’s web.
So small
So usless
So helpless
So completely alone.
He wanted to help them.He felt the urge to rise to become their hope. He needed to guide them. But he couldn’t.
Not alone
He was too weak.He wasn’t ready.He crumbled again, sinking into the ground.
He asked for help.But nobody came*.
He cried for help.But nobody came.*
He begged for help—Someone heard him.*
A warm light reached him. It blocked out everything else—like a soft blanket wrapped around him, shielding him from the oppressive atmosphere.
"Little one, what are you doing in a place like this? You’re not from here... How did you find yourself in such a terrible place? Let me bring you home, if you can tell me where do you belong?"
Palette finally found the strength to turn toward his savior. The voice was soft and calming. Golden-brown eyes met his gaze eyes that seemed to carry stars in their glow. A wooden crown—or was it a crown? Palette wasn’t sure. A light yellow cape, patterned with suns and stars, billowed gently. Palette didn’t know what to say.
The Omega Timeline?Is was his home?But was it where he belonged was that the same? No! His saviour had asked where he belonged!That wasn’t the same.So, weakly, Palette got to his feet and looked up at the tall skeleton.
"I don’t know where I belong... Can you help me find it?"
aww, error, is that your only friend? kinda pathetic tbh.
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I'm gonna be making a prompt list and posting it here either tonight or tomorrow, most likely tomorrow, I apologize for not being able to get one out sooner, but I literally just thought Abt doing it today haha
Do you ever think about this goofy-ass smile Angel was directing at Husk after the "these angels won't stop coming" joke? I do, a lot. I know what you are.
[rolls in]
I've always, for the longest time, head-canoned that when Nightmare and Dream ate their respective apples and subsequently fused with them in the process, that they also *became* the apples in a sense?
Basically what I'm saying is that since the tree was cut down/died due to the events of Dreamtale, that they, themselves, became the two sides of the tree. While the tree was in its prime, it regulated all of the emotions and balance in the whole multiverse. However, because of the apple incident, Nightmare and Dream now take on the duty that the tree once had; regulating the emotions of the multiverse individually.
Hence they're constant struggle with one another.
As eternal, long-living beings of their respective roles, I doubt they would stay mad at each other forever- at least to the degree that it was initially after the tragedy in Dreamtale. This would make a truce somewhat inevitable- or at least a mutual understanding and respect for each other's jobs.
(I think this could, of course, vary depending on the way you depict their relationship, backstory, powers, situation, and the story at large)
Anyways, going back to what I was originally getting at before being sidetracked, they are- essentially- the tree itself.
In a weird way, I always thought that it was a little strange that eating the golden apples didn't seem to have any consequences as opposed to the negative ones (example being Nightmare violently being ripped apart and literally dying- but that can be dubious because, from my understanding, that was partially the main antagonist's influence on the apples??).
Again, not addressing canon and what the original had in mind, I think it would be interesting that slowly, over time, the tree starts to grow back through them.
Think of it as a way of aging for these immortals. After all, apples have seeds, so one would assume that they'd eventually sprout after enough time and nourishment (via the abundance of emotions and just generally taking care of themselves). Eventually, they'll have to create their own guardians to carry on their work, and the cycle continues after they die.
What I imagine is a weird mesh of hanahaki disease and the philosophy of cycles, in where when the two twins eventually pass, they will become the new trees in its place. Over time, while doing their jobs and fulfilling their roles, roots may start to sprout from their ribcage, followed by leaves. It would be cute at first, little leaves and branches that are harmless. But then, as time continues, more and more of their body gets overtaken with it.
But again, these changes would happen gradually over the course of their long, LONG lifespans. When it starts getting to the point of detriment to them, then they've probably lived hundreds of lifetimes over already.
I don't know, I just think it's an interesting idea to head-canon about, and a cool excuse to draw the twins with plant-like roots stretching out of them.
(some little examples I have of the idea I've drawn YEARS ago and as of recent. ignore the quality of my old art fosjigjiosjosgijiosg)
(also WIP jumpscare of a Shattered Dream interpretation I have been working on a little oogily boogily osgjiosgs)
love being a musical theater gay and a cartoon gay because hazbin hotel is my new roman empire
The boyysss 💞
drawing horror while fighting the horrors
@mossimiff gave me the idea…. pubpy horror….. hes so.. doggy…..
I was too lazy to do the lineart but the sketch alone was enough so here it is.
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