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My versions of Night/‘Dream’ concept story

Dream and Night were born from a tree that grew on the mountain of souls, where all monsters had been sent to perish. Instead their souls and magic created a great churning miasma of power and wonder that built up and up and up.

Until the roots of the trees absorbed it and slowly but surely fruits began to grow. The fruits absorbed specific qualities, specialities within the miasma. Fire, courage, ice, curiosity.

Sleep and dreams.

The fruit of dreams grew fat and heavy quickly off of the trapped and slumbering miasma.

It crashed to the ground with such weight that it broke in half.

And inside were two skeletons. Perhaps it was natural or perhaps an effect of their fruit splitting open instead of fermenting to monster on the ground.

Regardless what once was one was now two. And they shared their labors. Born not children but not quite adults they took duty to tending the tree of their kin and the fruits they grew in.

As they were both full of the magic of dreams they frequently yearned to rest but also took their duties quite seriously. And so they took turns - one would rest during the Day and the other would rest during the Night.

There was some crossover between them, usually the hours of sunrise and sunset, and these the two beings held very dear.

While one rested and tended to their duties in the dream world, the other would look after the tree and its fruits to make sure they did not fall. When a fruit seemed ripe they would wait with a blanketed basket and gently catch it.

Each loved their times for different reasons and would tell the other what they saw. And while their brother appreciated the joy of the other they felt a special connection to their chosen times. Once, early in their time, they stayed up together for an entire day and night. It solidified their preference and respects.

And so Night would watch over his brother while he slept under moonlight, and Day the same in the sunlight. They worked together in the between times to build a home close to the tree.

Day and Night helped the emergence of multiple monsters. Incubated to fermentation in their cozy warm baskets. The other deific monsters were born adults with innate knowledge of what they held connection to.

Destructive fire and that of the hearth, sparking plasma, crashing waterfalls and waves, the joy of entertaining.

And they sought out these things. They did not stay long at the tree and instead set out in the world.

Where they met humans.

It did not take long or far as humans had gathered at the base of the mountain of soul in the times since sealing to reap the benefits of the magically charged landscape. These humans welcomed the new beings, revered as gods, and few were unswayed by their benevolent nature.

Only a handful of monsters were born of the fruits before the tree was found by those curious. And at first they were welcomed, by Day. Just as curious and intrigued, even more so to know of a community close by. Night was more nervous of the company, unmet as they did not stay on the mountain when the sun went down. Always gone before he’d rise.

He did not begrudge them. It was safer to travel by light. But he found himself anxious at the idea of strangers so close while vulnerable.

He did not care for them when he stayed awake either.

He did not begrudge them once more, but they looked at him odd when he sat quiet in the shadows. They were polite but did not approach. Day said that Night should be more friendly and when Night asked how Day had no answer.

Because he loved his brother as he was.

He could keep him by his side, while the visiting humans enjoyed Days presence, but he knew that would not make Night happy. He did not like the brightness of the sun or the focus of attention.

A misunderstanding. A misspoken word.

Though no fight to be had the brothers made up. And they both worked to build the pagoda for the visit of Days friends. Close to the tree, so he could still watch, but far enough to keep others from getting too close, and a distance from the home where Night slept safely.

Night did not need to be more friendly. The monsters they met and said goodbye to were always happy to see him. Both of them.

It started to fall apart without their knowledge. News traveled slow…

The deific monsters could bleed. Could be hurt.

Could die.

And the ones that let their fear grip them tight used it as a weapon.

In the town at the foot of the mountain the festering started slow. A saboteur in their midst. Whispering demons and devils, spells and souls.

The tree of souls…

An investigation was decided. To see what the fruits really were. If these deific beings were demons after all.

Day felt something odd when his friends came to visit. Different from the normal lot. But they were not feelings he recognized and they were covered by the true glee his presence seemed to bring. They invited him away.

He declined.

They offered him drink that made him feel warm while they discussed the sites of the village. They invited him again.

He declined.

And they left.

Day was tired when he spent time with Night that evening and he went to bed early. Night did not begrudge him and made sure to give him water in case he was ill. He found the behavior Day spoke of odd but he did not dwell.

He was surprised to see visitors in the night.

He was frightened to see there were many.

Their ill intentions churned through his soul while he tried to speak with them. His voice trembled like his bones. No they could not approach the tree… it was fragile. It was important.

They did not listen.

And when he pushed someone away from grabbing a low hanging fruit, one that he had a basket waiting for as he knew it would drop soon, chaos erupted.

Monster. Vile creature. Demon. Devil.

The fruit was momentarily forgotten while they took the pain of fear out on the skeleton. They only stopped at the sick crack of his orbit caving in.

He had barely fought back.. unwilling to actually do harm.

Until they plucked the drooping fruit.

And smashed it on the ground.

The soul inside dissipated to dust leaving only the husk behind. He cried for them to stop. Struggled to his feet.

Only to be sent back down when another was plucked and hurled at his face.

He did not rise right away.

They plucked. And they smashed. They plucked. And they tore. They plucked. And they rose it to their lips.

And spat blood.

Broken and hurt. Unable to move right away. Tears drooled from Nights good socket while the plucked decaying flesh of the fruit of his kin sunk into his broken socket and oozed down his face.

It dripped into his mouth.

He swallowed.

Thump.

It tasted awful. It hurt his soul.

He swallowed.

He felt he was dying anyway. Yet somehow he could move.

He swallowed.

He grabbed the rotten husk of soulless flesh from his face and brought it to his mouth.

He swallowed.

And his soul accepted.

He hurt he hurt he hurt he hurt

He was so angry and it hurt.

There was screaming.

He hurt he hurt.

Terror and pain.

He hurt…

Fear.

He…

Days head ached as he rose. In his bed at what felt about the usual time. It was bright outside. Yet something was…

There was screaming.

The sight that met him on exiting the house forced anything inside his body to exit as well. Corpses and fire. Screams and chaos.

The tree was on fire.

The fruits were broken.

A terrifying demon with dripping branches or tendrils, Day knew not what, impaled a human on one such oozing stick before he flung the body to the surrounding trees of the forest. It cracked grotesquely as it hit and the human did not move again.

Face wet with tears Day could only stare until his eyes caught one fruit left. On a branch that fire licked its way towards.

He ignored the screams of another human, the screams of the demon that fought what looked to be the whole town on its way, and ran for the fruit. It was not ready but he could not let it die either…

He plucked it.

And it burst.

Drenching Day in a coating of soul and magic that made him scream from how it burned. From how much it was. From the power that it forced into his very soul.

He drew the attention of the demon.

Night.

That’s Night.

And the ooze of concentration began to solidify.

Day loved his brother so much.

The mountain of soul vanished from that world and became another. Small and quaint. Lifeless of sentience. Covered in rotting corpses that over time will be reclaimed by the land.

A statue of a skeleton faced a grand tree, twisted and broken. A scene that followed them into their dreams. Where Night, changed by the rot inside, remained bound and trapped inside, and his brother watched over him as his keeper.

Their physical forms both bound, at least in their dreams Day can journey and explore. And bring tales of his ventures back to his brother.

But unfortunately these journeys leave an opening…

And one day a dreamer will come and eat Nights offered fruit…

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Might change the end. Specifically how Daydream gets frozen. Previous notes had him eating the fruit but I kinda like how it worked out in this word sketch (Nights change in particular) and the humans trying to destroy as opposed to take the fruits.

The very ending is more a reference to symbiote au Idea I had wherein oc would get possessed by Night/Sandman because they found his tree while dreaming and Day didn’t come back in time. (Another version has oc stumbling on a bad boys vs stars battlefield in their sleep)

So I might change that to letting Sandman be free instead of trapped (like he usually is.)

Names for the guys

Nightmare -> Night/Sandman

Dream -> Day/Daydream

Might change Days name when I get a better idea.

#skelekins speaks #skelekins writes #dreamtale au #I guess? #inspired by dreamtale at the very least #but wif my own spin #maybe the world they left goes on to become one of the god/goddess AUs

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#it was my birfday heheheh #tyyy #;w; ur so neat cran #i really appreciate u as my frien #;w; #friend cran

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>.> <.< how would your boys do with a easily flustered shy partner? :o

hehe :3 (under read more, bc it's another long one)

Tic thinks it's cute, and relates a lot to it. he weirdly finds comfort in it, and he'll try his best to make you feel comforted when he's around too. he feels like he doesn't have to be as nervous around you, and might be a bit more straight forward. not very flirty, but takes the initiative more, and where with others his flirting would be very subtle, with you, he'll flirt more obviously (tho still lightly for the most part). he just loves the pretty flush he gets out of you.

Tac finds it adorable. he can't help but push it as far as he can without overwhelming you too much. he takes any chance he gets to make your face light up with that pretty blush, but he'll be patient with you when you do get overwhelmed. Tou has a similar mindset to Tac on this one, but he's not as blatantly flirty most of the time. he'll take any chance to make you blush, but be subtle about it. he plays it off like his flirting isn't intentional, and plays innocent, asking if you're ok and if you have a fever when your face gets so warm. it's hard sometimes to tell if he's teasing or actually doesn't know what he's doing, at least for those who don't know him as well as his brother does. though if you get him alone, and he's either known you for long enough or he's drunk (or very high), his mask will slip. you'll see he will flirt just as much as Tac, and it's all intentional.

Snaps is the worst of them. he is a fuck boy at heart (or soul), and will drive you to the point you feel like your face is gonna melt with how hot it is. he will figure out what makes you the most flustered and abuse that knowledge. he can't help it, you're so cute when you're a stuttering, flustered mess. he is both good with words and touching, and he will use both to get that blush he loves. his only line is crossing boundaries. he has high respect for consent, like anyone should, and he's a pretty good judge of when he needs to back off, or not go any further.

#SNAPS the HEATHEN #/aff #ldkfjsflks #i wanna get high with tou #find him in his room and flop on him #ough these cuties #;w; tic is so cuuuuuuuuute #tac is a menace and i love that for him #tourette's sans #friend ocs #friend writing

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I noticed this question asked for Tac and Tic, though how could you help Tou or Snap if they're having a attack? And if they have any tics that are harmful to themselves? Not sure on Tou, though i saw the post and artwork about how Snaps tics are more aggressive then yours and the others. - Simps? Anon

hehe it's nice to see people want to help my boys :3 (lil long so. under read more)

Tou doesn't need any help really. not that the others need it, but you know what i mean. he gets the least SH tics out of everyone, and he's almost always wearing his gloves, which helps with the often repetitive impact of snapping/clapping/hitting things. he takes good care of himself for the most part, so the most you can do is try not to trigger them any worse (avoiding interacting with him while he's having an attack), and when it is over, if he seems tired, help him rest. cuddles should do the trick there. (he can't refuse them.) his voice may be sore too, so maybe get him some water/tea. he can do that himself, but it's a nice gesture that is very appreciated. lastly, he can be self-conscious about his coprolalia, so be sure he knows you don't mind his swearing.

Snaps on the other hand, gets more SH tics than any of the boys that are out atm. the best you can do for him if he's hurting himself is get his boss, Rice. he can prevent him from hurting himself, and even stop the tic attack entirely if he needs to, but it is usually best to let it play out. Rice will take care of any damage he may have done to himself, but you can still give him those post tic attack cuddles and kisses (and whatever else you both might be up to :3). do not try and do what Rice does in 'preventing him from hurting himself', he is a professional, you will only get yourself hurt, and make it worse. the best you can do instead, is toss him some soft blankets/pillows he can use. (Kelek's comfy objects are best for this, as they have relaxing/comforting magic in them, and can calm the tic attack a bit.)

#;;;;;;;; #gonna bury the boy in comfy objects #while i call rice 11 #snaps sans #tou sans #;w; tou ur swearing is so fun dont u worry about it u silly #give hims all the canoodles #;;;;;; snaps wif his sh tics ough #kiss his pains ;n;

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Pay attention!! But not like that-

A little follow-up of this

#>w> #still love this so much moff #i love the silyl squinty expression the paps do #is so good #also #get kissed pbbblt #mottiverse #motti #blue sans #blue #motti x blue #stretch #the nerd

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For the Horrortale Sans lovers out there lol

Art practice

#;;;;;;;;;;;;; #his lil face #oh my god #horror sans

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I <3 Dust, he is such a fun character

(Lyrics R Melatonin Nightmarezzz by Dream, Ivory)

#oh wowowowowowowowow #absolutely gorgeous #love the storytelling and style #dust sans

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imma be the best wallet ever

stealing nocts lunch money

Dawg he will carry you like a sack of potatoes.

"IF YOU INSIST ON HOLDING MY GOLD YOU HAVE RESIGNED YOURSELF TO BEING MY WALLET, AND I NEVER GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT IT."

#:3 #noct

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big comm done for friend hehe @crazybookcat

#friend art #friend comms #mut ocs #OUGH #;w; #i love bookcat x dust #theyre so SWEET #;w; da cuties #GYATT #GYATT indeed #ough

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Thank you so much for the support @demiarrow! I really enjoyed working on this.

#friend art #friend comm #absolutely stunning #85/ so PROFESSIONAL AAAAAH #gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous

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commission done for @jezziconvair! Thank you so much for letting me work with his wonderful design!

#:v omg #dis is gorgeous #I love all the effects #and how u did the hood #it’s so PRIBBY ;;;;;;; #ur colors gib me life hehe #friend art #friend comm #see? #u see the beautiful work I could get for comming smok? #do it :)

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Papyrus sketches from my book the other day!

I like to think papyrus is serious and can become angry when he wants to be, but he’s such a nice and genuine sweet character he wouldn’t want to show that to the character or others.

#he’s so SNAZZY in ur style #hims silly fangs hehehehe what a cutie #squishes his non cheeks #papyrus #friend art #silly guy

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COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!

Hi hello hi! Commissions are open! if you are interested here is a google form below with all the info at hand about my commissions and workflow! If you have any questions my DMS are open to answer and talk it out, thank you so much, reblogs are extremely appreciated to spread the word as I would like this to be my main post for commissions from now on!

#signal boost #pbbblt go comm my friend :) #he does GORGEOUS #work

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You caught the red imp! Now what?

🎂 talk to him 🎂

or

🎂 call pest control 🎂

#D: oh no! #let him goooooo #;; talk to him???? #u SCARED HIMB #bittybones #red imp #fell bitty #;;;;;;;;;;;;; #free himb he jus hungry #ough #love ur art :) it’s always such a delight and so sweet

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Little Lies

Horror x Motti, Bad Sanses x Motti

Word count: 951

Horror ruminates.

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Their arrangement is all casual, or it was supposed to be. They all agreed upon it that their relationship was simply to get out of Nightmare's face and to dump the three at Motti's place when he had enough of their antics. Neither of them anticipated it growing more than just a place of repose. However as time went on things changed and mostly for Horror. 

He wouldn't dare admit it to anyone, let alone to Motti. He's still not sure where he stands with her and part of him is afraid to know, yet, here he is with her laying on his chest like his body was made to caress hers.  

His phalanges combed her hair as gently as he could, but she didn't seem to mind the occasional bump or tug.

He liked this. 

He wants more of this. 

Just the two of them together alone and living in domestic bliss, but even Horror laughs at his own desires. Him? Playing house? Is he even allowed that?  But if not, then what have they been doing all day? She cooked him a full meal and he helped lift the couch so she could vacuum under it. He attempted to help dry the dishes but broke a few, and now they're cozy up to each other watching a dumb B-rated thriller. 

It tugs at his soul and his head pounds from the thoughts swarming. Motti and him used to be at each other's throats; the very sight of each other could ruin their day. He is not at all sure when that changed. All Horror knows is that it began to irritate him when Motti would neglect herself from overworking and then putting Killer or Dust above her own needs. What a stupid girl. 

He gets irritated at those thoughts, his brow furrowing and he has to stop himself from growling. He can't deny that if Killer or Dust was out of the picture Horor would be a lot less territorial, a little easier to deal with, but he's nowhere near ready to open up to Motti about how he feels or what he really wants. 

Everytime he catches a glimpse of himself he gets an ugly reminder of what happened to him and, truthfully, he doesn’t understand how Motti can stand looking at his face. Some days he can’t even look himself in the eye as he’s just constantly reminded of how different he is from his old self. 

A yawn causes Horror to steal a glance down at Motti and watches as she tries to keep her eyes open. He sighs and runs the tips of his phalanges along her arm. 

He wants to laugh at himself, he really does, because he knows that if the core didn’t shut down and caused the magic in the underground to go haywired he still would have been his charming, pun loving self. Now look at him. A massive beast with an unsightly hole in his head and a former shell of who he used to be. 

He hates having to think how Motti would have instantly liked his old self and she wouldn’t have met this jaded old bastard. It would have been so easy to sweep her off her feet, just a pun here or there, casually dropping hints and making her feel like he was her everything. But no, instead, Motti got an insidious freak with a quick temper and more LOVE than he ever thought was possible. She would not feel so safe curled up on him like this if she really knew what he had done or what his hands were stained with. 

Even if he never ate a human Horror can’t bring himself to tell her the truth. The thought of her eyes looking at him with disgust causes his old bones to ache with a feeling he can not yet discern. It’s kind of pitiful that Motti can wear her heart on her sleeve and opened up to him more than he has even graced her with. Yet, he has resolved to himself that he will keep it that way as long as he can. If he can continue to make believe and fool himself that he’s all she wants, he can live with that. Live with the lies and live with the love she gives. 

He’ll tolerate Killer and Dust for now.  Since he has yet to tell Motti he doesn’t want to share because then that would mean he would have to admit that he cares for her in a manner that he hasn’t felt like for some time, if ever. Would she even look at him as a partner? He doesn’t particularly believe that even with how she treats him now. Maybe it’s because neither of the other boys are here to keep her entertained… 

His soul drums against his ribcage, his anxiety spiking. That’s got to be it. She got tired of being irritated by him because Killer and Dust can’t be around all the time. Even if they do mundane things together that she doesn’t really do with the others, it must because he’s just a massive heap of bones. How can she give and receive any sort of affection from him? 

Maybe he is just the placeholder after all. 

Horror growls loudly while his eye forms into a slit and his mouth pulls into a harsh snarl. Motti becomes alert, snapping out of her drowsy state and goes to look at Horror but her world spins as she’s dropped to the floor. “Wha-” Before Motti can finish her sentence Horror shortcuts out of her apartment. Dazed and confused, Motti just stares at the spot where he once was. 

#NAAAAAUR #;;;; let yourself be loved u big silly #ough I adore getting to see his thoughts ;; ur writing is so good moff #friend writing #friend fics #horror sans x motti #bad sanses x motti #mottiverse #motti #horror sans #dozer

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No cake for you

#horror sans x motti #motti #horror #horror sans #friend art #friend ocs #hkjfjfs #hmhmhnhhl #i love #i adore how u draw horror #and do the lil discs in the spine #hES SO #BIG #HMHNHKNHK #mottiverse

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When your both gay, and work together in the same place

#oh my god #friend art #friend ocs #sjkdsfs #ITS THEIR BONER #BOINGOINOINGOINOGINg