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syxadel · 10 months
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I'm just saying, Dream and Nightmare would have this kind of sibling trust... None. <3
Nightmare: "Are you sitting on the TV remote?"
Dream: "No."
Nightmare: "Stand up."
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megaloserrr · 2 years
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Gasp! And may I pretty please with a cherry on top request the lovely bean that is Lust sans?
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you may!
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ferngle · 2 years
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Could I possibly make a request for Dream, please?
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i totally wasn't looking for another excuse to draw Dream-
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yuckydraws · 1 year
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What would Red, Vant, Wine, and Mal think if their s/o would often wake them up in the morning by gently stroking their face?
They'd trail a finger gently over their nasal ridge, caress their cheek with a knuckle, or, sometimes, they even give them soft kisses until they start to stir.
I’m going to preface this by what kind of sleepers these guys are: Vant and Mal are both extremely light sleepers, the smallest movement from you will probably have them stirring already. Wine is a pretty light sleeper too, but would likely not stir until you touch him. And then there’s Red 💀💀 he sleeps so heavily.
Anyways now onto their reactions!
Red: If he’s sleeping peacefully (which, next to you, he tends to) he sleeps so deeply and you’ll likely be able to get away with lots of soft touching to his face before he stirs. If you want him to wake up, that trailing of your finger over his nasal ridge will do the trick. His face will scrunch up as he lets out a whuffle, then a grumble as he cracks open his sockets. He’s liable to pull you close to him, tucking your head under his chin as he rumbles something unintelligible. He seems grumpy, but he’s just not a morning person. Deep down? He loves lazing about in bed with you in the morning.
Vant: He’s cracking open his sockets the moment your hand moves towards him. His lights blearily take you in, as his expression, usually tight with a scowl, is all soft and confused with sleep clinging to him. Though he wakes suddenly at your movement, he has no objections to your touch, heavily leaning into your affection and letting out those quiet, deep purrs as he does so. He’s a bit grumpy in the mornings too (let’s be honest, when is he not grumpy?) and might grumble sleepily or close his sockets in attempts to get a second sleep in, but you can convince him to get up, especially with those soft kisses.
Wine: His vinaceous lights are a little fuzzy with sleep as his sockets open slowly at your gentle touches. He’s faster to wake than the others, always seeming to have endless energy, even when he’s tired. He’ll capture your hand in his and press a kiss to your palm. And then a little nuzzle to your wrist. Little nibbles to your finger tips - his lights bright with mischief as he gets you giggling with his antics. “Good Morning, My Dearest.” He’ll rumble, voice still rough with sleep. He can be convinced to laze about with you, but you better work quick because once this man is up he’s not laying back down.
Mal: Much like Vant, he’ll also be stirring once you shift and move your hand towards him. His violet lights will focus pretty quickly, though he won’t mind the gentle touching, honestly thinking it’s adorable. He’s a morning person, but wouldn’t mind lazing about with you, for a little bit. Depending on his mood he might return the favor, gently and carefully exploring your face with his clawed fingers - or he may just cheekily pull you in for some more kisses.
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mblue-art · 1 year
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It’s- uhh… it’s a bit rushed, but I wanted to write you something that would at least somewhat fit this Valentine’s Day. I hope you enjoy my own little version of Lust, though I tried not to describe him too much, just in case you wanted to make up your own image of what he’d might look like as a fairy. I hope you enjoy <3
♡゚+。.。+゚’゚+。.。+゚♡
You’d been warned of the dangers of entering the forest. Fairies are hidden behind every leaf, every flower, in the bark of the trees, and the soil of the ground. It was already bad enough that they entered the village to cause havoc in early spring, their tiny, and yet sharp teeth ready to feast on the blood on any unsuspecting folk that passed by. Sometimes, they even snuck into their houses.
   And yet, it was as though you couldn’t help yourself. On this day, a day of love and affection, you found yourself alone, longing for someone to share your love with, and it had been as though the very forest itself heard you, for a song, not too different from the clang of a small bell, or the tune of a flute, called to you. And feeling your body move on its own, you allowed yourself to be guided.
   None thought to stop you. They couldn’t see the distant look in your eyes, the way your legs carried you with such feathery lightness, that it almost looked as if you were about to fly. Shortly, you passed the threshold of the trees, and the world of the big folk grew silent. All you could now hear was the song, and soon, all you could see was a sunlit clearing, in which a fairy sat atop a fallen tree, covered with moss and mushrooms of various kinds. You stopped walking once the light of the sun kissed your skin, and the fairy stopped singing.
   His wings, that of a dragonfly, were lowered and unfurled. He was the size of the big folk, your kind, though shorter, and much more delicate. You’d heard about the fairy’s ability to grow taller with the help of their magic, though you had never seen it yourself; until now, that is.
   “I could hear your soul,” the fairy said, and his voice was akin to that of the song of birds, beautiful and light. “It cried so sorrowfully, so desperate for love and comfort. How could I ever ignore such a call.”
   Your eyes widened as he turned, and your heart bloomed with warmth. His conjured body reminded you of pink crystals you’d seen on display by passing carriages, though unlike their cold and hard exterior, this fairy appeared soft; warm. His bones were near pearlescent, calling to be touched and caressed, though it was his kind smile that drew you in further; urged your legs to move forward.
   Only when you were near did he finally reach out to touch you, his hand laid carefully upon your cheek. The lights within his sockets kept your mind in a soothed state, calming you completely.
   “Will you leave me once the day is over?” you found yourself asking, afraid that you might never see this lovely fairy again once the sun vanished over the horizon.
   “Of course not, my flower. Once a fairy falls in love, they will never truly leave the one whom has taken their soul into their warm hands,” he said, and slowly; tenderly, he kissed you.
You knew of the dangers that came with interacting with fairies, knew of the mischief they committed, and how they rarely did any favours for the big folk, but… Right now, as this fairy of spring, of love, held you so gently and kissed you so sweetly… How could you ever go back to your old life again?
!!! valacre my beloved, hello!! ;w; 💕
fairy,, ,, 🥺💜💜💜 this is very lovely, ur writing is lovely, thank u sm for the crumbs!! happy valentine's day <333
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abbyflowertale · 1 year
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That doodle is the cutest thing I've seen all day wHat
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Yippeee wishes you a good late-valentine
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dreemurr-skelememer · 2 years
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I'm sorry you had a bad time on Twitter, but I'm happy to see you here on Tumblr since I spend most of my online life here. I really, really love your work, so I'd be beyond happy to see it pop up on my dash! 🌻🌼🌺
this means so much ;;;;;;; thank you!!!
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Continue on with Passion...
Well, how does 1pm sound to you? That will give us both time to get ready, and - oh! - I highly recommend something like and breezy. I heard the temperature might be high, and the sun will definitely be warm, so we better prepare for that.
Oh good golly gosh! This will be so much fun! *quite literally nearly tackles him in a hug* I will have the food and the drinks ready!
Will you wait for me by the forest path?
Passion was listening but tenses up when you pretty much damn near tackled him, so he puts his arms around your waist to stop you from falling, or him, "Oi, don't go jumpin' on me like that!" he turns his head away, huffing softly then looks back at you and gives you a little squish.
"Yeah yeah, I'll meet you there… I'll bring some of my own stuff too"
Later, when you two met up, he was wearing his familiar black crop top tank top with the broken red heart, but instead of his normal leather pants and boots, he was wearing a nice pair of jeans and combat boots. Hey, no leash this time…
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llamagoddessofficial · 9 months
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So we've seen your Error headcannons, can we get your Nightmare ones since you're in a romantical mood?
Oh can you.....
He's a very complex individual. Under all that rage, when he likes you and wants your company, he's actually a very calm, intelligent and eloquent lover. Princely, if you will. He likes hearing you talk, and is very good at roping you into chatting about your hobbies for hours while he just adoringly stares. He enjoys the arts, music, poetry... once he finds someone he wants, you'd never even know how much anger he's set aside.
(Unlike Error, he's aware that constant anger isn't a very attractive trait)
While he's first starting to develop feelings, it's one of those situations where you won't realise how much he likes you until you see the way he acts around other people. You might think he feels neutral about you, at best- he talks to you, but never about himself, seeming to prefer when you're the one talking. Maybe chortles at a joke every now and then. But overall, he's relatively quiet, relatively still-faced... not very outwardly emotional in any manner.
... Then you see how he acts around everyone else. Hair-thin temper that leads to physical violence with anyone who annoys him too long, dismissive and mean about any subject, he tells people who talk too long to shut up and makes underhanded cruel 'jokes' at their expenses. The same tentacles that curl around your hand or stroke your back as he walks by will grab Dust around the head and slam him into the ground because he made a poorly timed joke.
Nightmare has an eye for traditional courtship. Once his heart is set on you, expect bouquets, jewellery, fine evening dining, strolls through midnight gardens, flowery handwritten letters. He carries a locket with your portrait.
You would think his love languages are gift giving and acts of service, considering how often it seems to be the only way he shows love. But deep down... it's actually physical touch. He's just far too afraid to show it.
Nightmare would do well with a physically affectionate partner. Someone who'll cuddle up to him first so has an excuse to snuggle back. But someone less physical would also be good- sometimes he's afraid his aversion to touch will drive away a partner, and somebody who doesn't really mind either way soothes those fears.
You can't lie to him. Well, I mean... you can. But he can sense it, and he'll always know. Whether or not he lets you think he believes you is up to him.
He has a locked box in his castle full of sketches and small oil paint studies of you. You'll know he's finally totally comfortable with you when he politely asks if he can draw you.
His tentacles often act on his true feelings. Whether that's snapping out to choke Killer for asking if you top, or lovingly curling around you when he's half asleep.
... He's actually pretty childish. Especially when in love. Though he's good at hiding it under layers of highborn mannerisms, he fucking hates when there are any potential rivals for your affection. He tends to lash out against the 'rivals' in underhanded manners whenever you're not looking, then really lay on the charm and affection with you to ensure you're not thinking of leaving him. If you're asexual or demi it may not be that big of a deal because he's soothed by your lack of interest in others, but if you're pansexual or bi, it might be a genuine problem that needs addressing.
Call him "my love". He likes feeling like your one and only.
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valacre · 7 months
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Lust pulled you in for a slow dance, keeping one hand upon the small of your back, whilst the other held your hand in a tender embrace. You were pulled close as he began to turn and sway across the floor, and though you had little experience in slow dancing, it felt as if you flew together with him as he effortlessly guided you along.
“Maybe you could finally give me an answer on this special day?” he said, smiling down at you as the velvet of his robes shimmered in the golden glow of lamps and lit candles around you. “Though, should I take your increased affection for me as a sign that you might agree with my proposal?” he teased, clearly enjoying the blush that warmed your cheeks.
Many moons ago Lust had come to you, bearing his soul upon his sleeve, and proclaiming his everlasting love for you, urging you that you didn’t have to return it less you felt the same. He’d been so open and sincere, afraid that you might say yes to something you didn’t really want to. He’d always been worried that he might be going too fast for you, saying too much, or being too intimate, but you’d been good friends for so long, and the lingering touches, the long evenings of cuddling on the sofa, of tender fingers and phalanges stroking cheeks as the nights grew long; of experimental kisses excused as nothing but curiosities… they said more than words ever could.
You hadn’t been oblivious to his growing feelings nor to your own. It was difficult to not feel the pleasant tickling spreading across your chest whenever you were near Lust, but you hadn’t wanted to fully commit, afraid that your precious friendship might change.
Lust had understood, and he’d given you time to think things through, but he’d been adamant about wanting an answer one day. He needed to know, and you didn’t want to leave him hanging by the edge of the cliff for too long either. He deserved someone who could return his love; fully.
You just hadn’t been sure that it could be you.
“I was afraid you might pull away from me,” Lust said, spinning you around as the music he’d set in the background danced together with you. “I know of your worries and struggles, and I know that you’re afraid of change.” He pulled you against him. His face was so close. “But if you need reassurance, then I can promise you that our time together won’t be altered, whether you want to be with me like that or not.”
His face was so vulnerable again, just like that night.
“I just… I just know I want to be with you. I love you, I’m sure of it. No one has ever made me feel like this before; made me so happy and nervous all at the same time. Just the thought of being without you—” his voice cracked as tears lingered at the edges of his sockets, but he didn’t break eye contact with you. He held you close. “I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. So, please… tell me. Tell me what you truly feel.”
Vulnerability was something you’d helped him learn to express and take into himself. He’d been so guarded and unsure when you’d first met him, but you’d been there on his whole journey through self-acceptance, and only once he’d grown had he, too, realised your own struggles. He’d realised you’d suffered from self-inflicted sabotage and loathing, and how you couldn’t find it in yourself to be vulnerable around others either.
Lovely Lust, he’d been so tender and gentle with you as he began to help you in return. And even now, as he revealed himself fully to you, he wished to aid you in your own feelings. He wanted you to be true to what you felt, not what you thought you did or didn’t deserve.
“I…” your voice sounded so small and weak, and your throat was dry as your heart wanted to close itself. But you refused. “I want… I want to be with you, Lust. I want to wake up in the morning beside you, take care of you when you’re sick, cuddle with you on the sofa and—and kiss you without feeling ashamed or shy about it,” you confessed, feeling shocks of doubt course through you, but you wouldn’t let it stop you now. Lust wouldn’t judge you. He wouldn’t.
“I love you too, and I don’t want you to be with anyone else.” You swallowed, thickly as you blinked away the sting in your eyes. “I love you, Lust. I love you.” Gods, you could say it repeatedly, it just suddenly felt so easy to say it out loud whilst in the past the words had lodged themselves in your throat. Everything felt easy when Lust looked at you like that, smiling proudly and happily. And with your dwindling doubts, you smiled back at him and leaned in to meet him as he took your lips in a gentle kiss. The hand on your back moved and laid against your cheek, but the other still held onto your hand, providing you with reassurance and grounding you in time as your mind threatened to spiral from overwhelming emotions.
Nothing would actually truly change, you realised. After all, you practically lived together with him already, and so many of your things were scattered around his apartment, too. Setting up permanent residence with him would be easier than you thought, especially now that you’d accepted his proposal of being lovers through both dark and bright days.
Happy Birthday to me! I needed to write myself a little gift, and nothing truly beats a good short story with dearest Lust sans. I swear, this man has my heart tenderly cradled in his hands. Lovely Lust would do his best to give a soft and loving birthday celebration. ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊
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lunnar-chan · 1 year
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Forgot to post this here.
Possible, but not confirmed Dream's design for @fairy-verse!
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Me and @valacre are working with Fairyverse, so everyone is welcome to come and see what we are doing! 💖
Soon will be more as I will finish all designs for every fairy.
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syxadel · 11 months
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I gently force you to draw Dream giving many kisses to a blushing Nightmare. Dreammare let's goooo! ✨️
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LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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megaloserrr · 2 years
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Requests eh?
Well, could I possibly make a request for the goopy nootmare himself?
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i am gonna be honest. this was supposed to be a doodle. i have no fucking idea what possessed me!! but i like the drawing so itsFFIINEEee nightmare belongs to joku
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ferngle · 2 years
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Oh, may I also be so bold as to request seeing my oc Valeria in your style?
@abbyflowertale is the one who made this wonderful illustration of her!
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i hope i was able to do her justice! i think she's really neat <3
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yuckydraws · 1 year
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Your fairy artwork inspired me a little, so I wrote you something short. I hope you'll like it! ♡
He was back again, that strange skeleton monster with a grotesque head wound and bulging, red eye light. You peeked over the thick branch of the tree, watching him as he laid out a neatly arranged bouquet of flowers. He’d tied them together with a dark, green stalk this time, obviously taking notice on how you’d left the previous one near untouched, except from the rubbed band which had tied the flowers together. He seems to have understood that you’d been upset by it, or, at least cautious of the weird thing.
He lifted his head as he stood up, briefly catching your eyes before you ducked down to hide. You heard him sigh, softly. He didn’t sound disappointed that you’d hidden, but more content of being able to see you.
You only dared to look out again once you heard his footsteps fade, and it was only until he’d gone out of sight that you flew down towards the bouquet, picked it up, and then hurried back up into the tree. You settled on a branch and began to examine them closely. Different shades of pinks, purples, and blues were the flowers in your arms, and they smelled so absolutely divine, so fresh and rich, that you couldn’t help but hold them close as you buried your face into them.
That strange skeleton still made you nervous, but you had to admit, he knew how to impress a fairy, though giving gifts certainly wasn’t the wisest choice he could have done. But then again...
You smiled to yourself. For a somewhat scary looking monster, he seemed rather sweet. You hoped he’d come back tomorrow.
KENSKSJSAKA HELLO???? THIS IS SO SWEET OML I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOU!!!! You really spoil me, Em 🥺😭💞🫂
Oml I am full of self indulgent thoughts of Bear and my lil fairy insert now and it’s so comforting and soft and fkdjsksjskkaka - pls you wrote this so well!! The timid, yet thoughtful offerings from Bear and the way he’s so so patient, and content just seeing a little peek of her 🥺🥺 and the way she’s so curious, yet committed to staying hidden is adorable.
AHHHHH THANK YOU AGAIN I AM FULL OF DRAWING IDEAS AND THIS WAS SO NICE AND SUCH A BOOST TODAY 🫂🫂🫂🫂
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mblue-art · 9 months
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Happy birthday! My brain is like a boiled potato, so the quality isn't perfect, but I tried my best to write you a little birthday gift! May you have a lovely day!! 💖
Gifts and words of congratulations had been exchanged with laughter and joy as the day passed much too quickly, and yet as the first stars of the night began to twinkle in the sky, you found yourself swept away as Lust took your hands and twirled his way out of the room; you kept close as giggles erupted between you both.
He’d been an absolute delight throughout the whole day, greeting you with breakfast on the bed in the morning, a lunch at your favourite café at noon, a wonderful dinner picnic held atop the hill overlooking the ocean, and finally, a superior evening with friends where cakes of all types had been served. Truly, Lust had done his best to assure that this day had been the most wonderful for you yet, and you couldn’t see how it could become any better than this.
As you walked onto the balcony with him, you came eye to eye light with Cross, who stood nervously beneath the fairy lights. He’d been working to ensure the day had been perfect as well, though he’d preferred to stay in the background whilst Lust took the reins. However, now, when it was just you three, he regained some confidence as he relaxed his shoulders and allowed his eye lights to roam over your body.
“You look stunning,” he said, and although he might have mentioned it earlier today, it still made you blush.
“Thank you, Cross. You look quite handsome yourself,” you said, though laughed a little as Lust gave you a pouty but cute glance. “And so do you.”
Lust grinned as he pulled you further along, stopping only once the three of you were together. Cross brought your hand up to kiss your knuckles, and as he pulled you and Lust in for a warm embrace, he kissed the both of you softly, lovingly. And once it ended, Lust did the exact same thing, causing butterflies to form in your stomach as both of these silly skeletons didn’t spare any expense to shower you with love.
“Happy birthday, my love,” Lust said, giving your cheek an extra little kiss as he nuzzled in against Cross’s broad chest together with you once you all settled down onto the outdoor sofa.
“Happy birthday, my heart,” Cross added, kissing the top of your head before getting comfortable against the pillows cushioning his back.
Your throat felt tight as you laid with them both, comfortable and warm by their side as the day slowly came to an end. Their arms were around you and keeping you safe, and as your eyelids felt heavy with sleep, you finally allowed yourself a moment to relax and fall into a blissful sleep; knowing you’d wake up with either Cross or Lust carrying you inside and towards bed.
WH WH VALACRE HI!!! 🥺⁉️‼️ valacre wrote thing,, for Me,, ,??
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lusttt 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💜💜💜 // awh hes so sweet!!!
!!whZHDBWHSHCCROSS IS ALSO HERE // WWWAAAA THEY WORKED TOGETHER IM-!!! 🥺💜💙💜💘💘💘
AAAUGH THEYRE BOTH CUTE WWAITTTT 😭😭😭
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WWRAUGHHH MAHAL KOOO MI CORAZONNN /WAILS/ 💘💘💘 // (i dont think im ever going to recover from C calling me that, ohmylord /lh)
Valacre this is very lovely, thank you,, 🥺🥺🥺 you took ur time to write this for me and i appreciate it lots thank u thank youuuu
(´;ω;`)💙💙💙
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