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#Dream Sans Angst
vixpunix · 10 months
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TW: Disturbing imagery at the end
This was based off of a headcanon I had where Dreamtale had no advanced technology, meaning that Dream has no pictures of Passive Nightmare.
All he has is his memory and some drawings, but that's it.
Song: Why Didn't You Stop Me? - Mitski
Dreamtale by Joku
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celestial-heart-z · 1 month
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The start of what will hopefully be a series to give more information on this au.
The first appearance of Radiant, and what caused them to be needed. Enjoy!
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plasma-studios · 1 year
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imagine Swap seeing his brother's compassion in Horror. imagine Swap having seeing his brother's apathy in Dust. imagine Swap seeing his brother's nihilism in Killer. imagine Swap seeing his brother in the Murder Trio, especially since with the war he almost sees them more often than him.
then imagine a tragedy happening to Swap. imagine Swap losing his brother to nightmare's gang, specifically, the murder trio.
imagine Swap's silence when he finds out. he doesn't leave his room for days. when he comes out the first thing he says?
I will fight.
And Dream, knowingly asks without a smile.
And he thinks. Does he have a brother? Is it the compassionate one?The apathetic one? The nihilistic one?
The dead one?
He thinks, thinks.
Are you fighting for your brother?
Now, surely Dream knows nothing of it. But he seemed almost all-knowing now, and Swap found his acrid answer.
I have no brother.
Swap fights.
Dimly, he wonders if he should pay Horrortale a visit. As payback. But he can't bring himself too. There's a reason why he was chosen as a Star Sans. The very thing; the very reason why he couldn't bring himself to crush a single ant in Horrortale.
A truth detested is still, ever a truth. So, what is the truth?
(out of all the stars, likely he is the only decent one)
Ink never comes to visit Swap, but he comes to talk to Dream. He frowns; Dream knows, and he is sorry for it.
You never should've brought him into this, Ink sighed.
Dream exhaled, not without regret or pity, but also without a single apology.
Did you know he refused to visit Horrortale? To reap them what they sowed?
Dream smiled, ever so faintly; the closest thing to a sorry.
He is, truly, the best of us.
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itsxroxannex · 4 months
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It's the grandpas 😔 I'm not crying, I don't cry.
This song hurts me deeply.
Dream and Nightmare belong to Jokublog
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t-violet · 2 months
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Killer got bully by the apple brothers :]
I'M SO SORRY, IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I LAST ACTIVE ON HERE тvт
I've been posted most of the stuff on Instagram(t_dotviolet). So sorry Tumblr users 😔
I'll try to post the stuff here too!
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minthy · 1 year
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Tea, (they talking bout reaper sans and tori)
forgot to post this here
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zu-is-here · 1 year
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More dark kcrm (just two of them heh) for the birthday fruit @orange-dreamzer <3
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calciumdreams · 9 months
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I can't remember your face.
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somegrumpynerd · 3 months
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A bunch of doodles of Dream and Nightmare having fun as kids
From a perfectly normal lighthearted tiktok
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button-soda · 5 months
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Ash belongs to @itsxroxannex
Peepaw shattered belongs to Galacii-gallery
Azazal belongs to me
This is in no way canon to either stories but god I wanted to draw them
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vixpunix · 15 days
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I find it so interesting how Dreamtale essentially took place during the 1500s (cuz Dream was in stone for 500 yrs)
If it's based on our world, then it's also the same era when people were traveling the world on ships n stuff
Do you think that when Dream finally got un-stoned after 500 yrs, he visited the surface of many AUs and wondered where the ships were and why they travel in boxes and not horses?
It's kinda sad if you think about it. Dream missed the evolution of society during his imprisonment and the culture shock must've been wild
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gr1mkr1pper-safeplace · 10 months
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plasma-studios · 1 year
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yall wrote a super cool & angsty cream/errorink fic (ao3 link)
foolish to love, foolish to not
Dream shifted his ring. An indulgent smile rested comfortably against his cheeks. His circlet sat two feet away, glinting with glows even though it had last been gilded some time ago. It was strange. He was a God of the Heart, a Guardian of the Mind— yet, he found it so hard to love. He found it impossible, even, to love, whether it be the people or the daunting world that greeted him upon his newfound freedom of the stone.
Maybe it couldn’t be changed. He always wandered back to the same thought on the colder, lonelier nights, ironically. Maybe I’ll always be craving for something I cannot have . Then he’d drift right off to sleep of his own volition. 
On those nights, he almost wished he could dream. If only he could withstand the nightmares. Maybe then the world would be kind enough to let him.
He didn’t know what love was. Perhaps, upon his freedom, he should’ve asked someone, but who would he ask? He’d missed many important life lessons while imprisoned anyway. He’d just pick things up along the way.
So love, he decided, was affection . And who would argue?
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"I may not understand it, but..." Dream sighed wistfully, happy as Ink had ever seen him, which was quite a feat. "I'm so glad my brother agreed to leave us in peace."
"You are a fool." Ink was quiet but Dream still heard it. "Don't you understand why Nightmare approved of your relationship with Cross?
Dream didn't take the bait. "What does it matter?"
Ink's back was turned, yet the frown was heard in his voice. "I told you once, I'll tell you again, Gods cannot love."
"We've already had this conversation," Dream reminded him.
"You weren't listening," He bit back.
Dream shook his head. "No, but I didn't need to. Besides, do you not love that Destroyer?"
Ink chuckled and turned to meet his eye. "It is not love. We may be bound together, but the bond we share is far too bloody and hateful to be love." The smile dropped. "That's because, well, a God's love will always be just that, bloody, hateful, and tragic. You may be the best of us in heart, but that means you're the only one with a breakable heart. That will be your downfall."
"Enough. Cross loves me, as I do him."
"If you loved him, you would forbid this indulgence. It will only hurt him, and you even more so."
Dream paused. "You do realise you're the only God who opposes us?"
Ink grimaced. "Do you not see? Cross is my adoptive brother while you are my closest ally. The others do not oppose because it will not hurt them, but it will me."
"That's not true." Dream was soft. "My brother's given his approval."
The frown fell into something unreadable. "Do you not see it, even now?"
"Spell it out, I've no time for your mind games." Still, he had answered, and it was an answer that called for its namesake silently. Dream wasn't meeting his gaze.
"Dream," Ink grew softer. "We both know Nightmare seeks your downfall, at least for his own gain. Then, you must ask yourself why he approved of this love."
Dream's knuckles grew white.
"Please, Dream." Ink was weary. "I am tired of this. This love will only end in tragedy. Nightmare knows it, I know it, and so do you. Let Cross go. Clinging on will only hurt you both more."
Dream's fingers were shaking. "You know," His voice quivered but he forced it to continue. "I missed a lot of life lessons while in that stone."
"That you did." Ink didn't take the bait but he didn't need to.
"One of them was learning how to hurt." Then, finally, he looked up.
Ink smiled. Dream didn't return it. "Forgive me," He whispered. He rose from the armchair, eyelights dim as the glint against an arrow shot. "I will not lose love a second time. I am sorry. But I do not care what devastation it will bring."
Dream's voice was steadier than ever. "I am owed it."
Ink’s gaze was unreadable, but still the smile was there.
“Very well.” The words burned. “It’s none of my concern anymore then. I only hope you don’t live to regret it.”
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“I’m curious,” Error mused. “Dream already understood your meaning. Why, then, did you allow him to continue?”
Ink toyed with what little astray strings there were. “He is a God of the Heart. His mind will always be secondary to it.”
Error looked thoughtful. “I thought you truly cared about him.”
“As an ally, yes. He was— still is— one of the most valuable out there for his unique skillset. If we wish to ever incapacitate Corrupted, he is essential. But he was of little use back then, with his wandering heart and wavering head.”
“Ah, I see.” Error looked away, disinterested. “No wonder. A broken heart always learns quicker.”
“And how quick it would be for a God of it.”
Error sighed wistfully, the pained cries echoing from the window of code. “He’s almost pitiful.”
“Yes, he is.” Ink shrugged. “I did warn him.”
Error tugged the strings away from him. “I can’t help but feel sorry.”
“Me too,” Ink sighed. “If only. This was so easily avoidable.”
“He will come looking for you soon.” Error spoke offhandedly, as if the grief of a broken Guardian wasn’t raging through his anti-void through the viewpoint of a hidden window of code.
“That he will.” With that, Ink rose and adjusted his slightly askew scarf. “He will come to break his vow of nonviolence.”
“Wait, let’s make a bet.” The calculating sheen had returned to the mismatched eyelights. Ink cracked a smile, the playful hint creeping through. “How long till Dream realises Nightmare died long ago?”
Ink hummed. “To be honest, I think he already suspected it. But I doubt he’ll care now."
“Hm.” Error shrugged it off. “I was hoping not, but no matter. Get some rest.”
Ink nodded, his bones turning the hue of ink and halfway melted into the liquid. 
“See you on the battleground tomorrow.”
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itsxroxannex · 7 months
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Inspired by @/asya7_771
Dreamtale never fails to make me cry..
Dream and Nightmare belong to Jokublog
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thebad-lydrawn-sanses · 3 months
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Ink why would you hurt the bad sans like that?? What happened to your kind, caring soul? Oh wait that's right.... you don't have one, and you never will.
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Blue: — Ink: pfft, damn, ok… Blue: NO! THAT IS NOT AN OKAY THING TO SAY TO ANYBODY! I UNDERSTAND YOU ARE UPSET, BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT INK FREQUENTLY USES HIGH AMOUNTS OF FORCE TO COMPENSATE FOR HIS INABILITY TO DEAL DAMAGE! THIS IS SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS, AND AS FIGHTING NIGHTMARE'S GANG IS A COMMON OCCURANCE, THEM SUSTAINING BAD INJURIES IS BOUND TO HAPPEN! Blue: (I WILL NOT SIT BY, IDLE, AS YOU INSULT MY FRIENDS) Blue: . . . Ink: . . . (awkward silence)
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mikimakiboo · 5 days
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Holding hands
When Nightmare was a kid in Dreamtale he used to always hold hands with Dream, whether it was for reassurance when scared, not to get lost when they went for a walk or simply because they felt like it, they would always be holding hands. It was comforting to them and especially to Nightmare since it was a break from the bullying, when he hold hands with his brother then he knew no one would come bother him.
After the corruption he couldn't hold hands anymore with his brother, obviously, or with anyone. At first he thought that he would be fine, but the lack of reassuring contact was actually very affecting him, he needed to hold hands with someone, to feel safe again, but he just couldn't, and holding his own hand only felt ridiculous...
But one day, after a fight with his brother where he was left greatly weakened, he went with his gang in an AU to collect negativity. All the time they were in this AU Nightmare felt unsafe, Dream or the Stars could arrive at anytime and he wasn't strong enough yet to fight back or protect his gang. He was anxious, panicking internally but trying to stay calm as to not worry his boys, but it was too much, and without really thinking, he reached for a hand to hold onto.
Everyone froze to look at him, but he didn't look at them, freezing too. Why did he do that ? Were they going to laugh at him now for showing such weakness ? Were they going to be disgusted by his pathetic need for reassurance ? Were they going to leave him ?
But as he was starting to panic he felt a gentle pressure on his hand and the gang moved again, without saying anything. Nightmare followed, looking at the hand now firmly but gently holding his, and for the first time in centuries, he felt safe.
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