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moonfurthetemmie · 7 months ago

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this has been sitting in my drafts since the beginning of the month and i don't know why. it looks like everything's here

im going to blame @nom-de-plume-system for causing a good chunk of these thoughts.

Initially it started because i was rereading that H!DS/DS crossover fic I started and dropped ages and ages ago. I had made some offhand comment/joke about Nightmare selling his kidneys for something nice for Kevin.

but now I know that in OG dreamtale, guardians/spirits are very durable and have some really impressive regeneration. And that one-off joke got me thinking.

Hypothetically, a human-like spirit (such as DS Nightmare) could donate most of their organs, pretty much indefinitely. They'd have to wait for them to regenerate, obviously, but...mmmost of their organs they could get removed and live. Brain's an obvious no, heart's almost definitely a no. One lung is survivable, but both is iffy at best. Anything else isn't vital enough to cause serious damage for the (relatively) short period of time before they regenerate.

I mentioned this in the discord server we're in. For now, I will spare you the hypotheticals about how it would work for the receiver, and thoughts on the possible complications of getting an organ from a semi-immortal being with crazy regeneration, and skip to the fun part:

Horror!Dreamswap. The Delusional ending.

We made it worse.

I have officially dubbed this variant "Delusional Organ Donor"

Pluto's having a bad time but thinks he's fine

Gouge is having a GREAT time and knows it

Delusion has somehow managed to become more delusional

do you see where i'm going with this. Read the tags, and if you're prepared for some dark shit then buckle up

cracks knuckles

Let me lay down some 'rules' that were made for how this organ removal works for guardians.

As I said, the brain is absolutely a no. But most other things can be done.

The less vital the organ is, the slower it regenerates. Lungs regenerate quite fast. Gallbladder...eh. Maybe a couple of days.

They can also, generally speaking, feel that these things are missing. More important organs especially so, though what exactly this feels like very much depends on what the thing is. The most notable ones are large organs and vital organs.

I'm still not entirely sure on whether or not they'd survive their heart being removed, but I did figure out what it would be like if they could.

Firstly, they would still slowly 'die.'

Their fingers and toes, hands and feet, and eventually their whole arms and legs just start to go numb. Might be pins and needles numb at first, but it becomes more of nothing at all as the time passes. They also start to get a little loopy from lack of oxygen to their brain towards the end of it, before they’ve fully regenerated.

But their heart regenerates faster than all the rest. Because it’s still very very much a vital organ, and even their resilient bodies can’t live without it too long. Being without their heart is incredibly dangerous, and any more damage to their body probably would kill them. Moving around much is a terrible idea.

It’s not. Fun. Being able to feel a literal hole where your literal heart should be.

Delusion's main goal for getting Pluto to stay in JR with him is to have his friend back. Perfect world nonsense aside, he misses Pluto a lot.

At some point, it occurs to Delusion that he and Pluto should be able to donate their organs. Like, multiple times. They'll just regrow, right? So...maybe Pluto could actually help with his perfect world.

So he starts seriously looking into a fate splitter. With something like this, the possibility of accidentally killing Pluto is quite high. And as heartbroken as Delusion would be if Pluto died, he can't let someone's fuckup on Pluto be then end of him. He has a duty.

But still, his focus is on having Pluto with him again. So Delusion doesn't care what the status of that whole project is, until he gets Pluto with him.

Pluto spends quite a while in JR, once Delusion has brainwashed him I mean, reminded him of how close they were. He's pretty content there. He did miss Delusion. He just had some objections to a lot of Delusion's plans. Not anymore though! He's happy to

Eventually though the fate splitter is ready. And Delusion talks to Pluto about his idea.

Pluto considers. It doesn't occur to him that Delusion could also donate his organs. It doesn't occur to Delusion to do it, either. But Pluto eventually agrees.

The only problem is that none of the doctors in JR, not even ones who've lost family or friends to Pluto and his friends, are willing to do this. Not to the extent Delusion and Pluto are thinking of. For a while, sure. Some would even think he deserved it. But...for that long...

So Delusion, in a stroke of brilliance and foolishness, has some of them teach Gouge how to safely remove a person's organs.

Delusion, knowing Gouge rather well by now, sets some rules for her.

She has anesthetize Pluto before she takes his organs.

She can't take too many organs at once; if it's not something vital, she can do a couple so long as they aren't from the same organ system.

She needs to give him something for the pain.

Gouge proceeds to ignore one and two, aside from making sure not to take so many organs that she kills him. And she only gives him enough pain medicine to keep him from passing out from the pain while she's removing his organs.

Yes, you read that correctly. She is intentionally keeping him awake to watch her remove his organs.

It's great! Pluto is having so many regrets! But he doesn't back out.

He wants to help. Maybe not people in general, but definitely at least Delusion. He'll be fine. He'll definitely be fine, right? Right...

Now, since the whole point of getting Pluto to stay in JR was to have his friend back, Delusion comes to visit while Gouge's not doing her thing. For this purpose (and also because it's convenient, on the off-chance tries to bolt), there is a rather strong magic-suppressor in the disturbingly well-hidden and well-stocked 'operation room' Gouge for some reason already had. Delusion doesn't want to hurt Pluto anymore than he already is hurting after these operations.

But...this also means Delusion can Feel Things.

The first time Delusion comes down, Pluto's fucking tired, and definitely hurting, but he's doing alright. Really. Promise.

It was only the first time gouge took his organs.

But Pluto slowly began to look worse and worse. He still looks happy when Delusion comes to see him, but the pain and exhaustion in his face, and in his voice…

And Delusion, free from the pain of his own aura, began to wonder if this was really a good idea. For Pluto, i mean; it's definitely a great idea for the people getting his organs.

But, surely it couldn't be. He was a god. He knew was was right.

…Right?

He couldn't bear the idea that he was wrong; not in general, and especially not about this.

Pluto would be fine. See? He's smiling!

And he kept telling himself that. Over and over and over, until he finally believed it.

Pluto will not be getting out of there, so long as Delusion's in control of JR. Having said that, even once he'd convinced himself this really was fine, if Pluto asked if he could maybe just be left alone for a little while because he's so tired, Delusion would agree immediately. He might even have Pluto come up and hang out with him.

But...maybe not. Because a small part of him knows that this is wrong. And while that part has mostly been silenced, it's making him very, very afraid that Pluto would bolt if given half the chance.

gouge is laughing at delusion behind his back. she thinks this is hilarious. her boss is even more delusional than she thought, holy shit. Well, at least she's getting some good fun out of it.

Pluto knows Gouge isn't supposed to be keeping him awake or taking as much as she is. So why doesn't he say anything?

Well, you see, as painful as the organ removal process is, it's even worse to just live without them for a while.

Part of the reason vital organs missing is so notable is because it just fucking sucks. Generally it's pretty painful, too!

Gouge has threatened to take both of Pluto's lungs if he tells Delusion anything. Neither of them are sure if he could survive that, but Pluto doesn't want to find out. As awful as having only one is, at least he can still breathe.

Gouge, in the interest of keeping people from asking questions, stores some of Pluto's organs in her little torture dungeon. She can only donate so many at once before the doctors in JR's hospital get suspicious, and if they get suspicious then Delusion is going to hear about it.

Oh, they also found out that Pluto's blood works fine for transfusions. So Gouge will take as much as she can without killing him. Which is...quite a bit.

Pluto prefers blood draw days. It sucks, but the wooziness from blood loss is a lot better than the pain from getting his organs harvested. Especially since Gouge has to stop with the organ harvesting for a while.

Pluto does genuinely think he's happy to help Delusion. He just really wishes it wasn't Gouge.

That's all. (that's not all. but he hasn't figured that out yet)

It doesn't help that Gouge has been steadily getting more and more unhinged and eager to hurt him. She's loving this. An indestructible toy she can put through agonizing pain over and over and over again? And just...take pieces out? Is it her birthday or something?

Pluto's not the only one noticing that she's getting worse.

She was a little off before, but in a way that was easily passed off as her just being really anti-social. Which wasn't wrong.

But once Pluto "disappeared", she just…slowly got weirder. She's more distracted. Her eyes seem to light up at any expression of pain. Sometimes she starts grinning for no apparent reason and does this little laugh that sends shivers down everyone's spines. She seems more tired, and yet somehow more…more excited? Almost happier, but it's not quite that.

She's also disappearing more and more often. Delusion seems perfectly fine with this, so he must be having her do something, but no one can figure out what it could be.

Someone swears they saw her go into her apartment with a bag full of bloody clothes one night.

Someone else says they saw her delivering a suspicious package to the hospital in the wee hours of the morning.

Delusion seems entirely unconcerned.

#cw gore #cw torture #cw mutilation #torture via organ removal #medical malpractice #extended mutilation #long-term mutilation #cw blood #oh boy is there blood.#only some of it is explicit. the rest is implied by the whole. organ removal thing #horror!dreamswap #h!ds pluto #h!ds delusion #h!ds gouge #Delusional Ending #Delusional Organ Donor #gently picks Pluto up and holds him

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fallenasleepyetagain · 2 years ago

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Boat Conversations - Dreamswap Fic

Part One

(although you don't need to read it before you read this one)

Media: UTMV/UTAU - Dreamswap

Genres: Pirate AU, human AU, the trio of Buffoons talking about their experiences at sea, gen-fic, dialogue & exposition heavy? (it's fun tho I promise), can be interpreted as romance, Kevin is featured pretty prominently (he's my silly guy), can be seen as romance, heavy emphasis on Nightmare and Error's relationship

Characters: Nightmare, Cross (she/her), Error (she/her), Kevin the Chicken, Dream (mentioned), Ink (she/her, mentioned), Blue (mentioned), unnamed members of Cross' family (mentioned)

Pairing(s): Cross/Nightmare/Error (Their relationship can be taken either romantically or platonically)

CW/TW: Mention of family death, mention of a suicide mission, mentions of abuse (nothing in detail), mentions of ship crashes, if you know the characters' backstories then any TW for them apply here.

Other Notes: @raccoon-in-a-dumpster I wrote more :3 This time featuring the Meme Squad! (sorry it took a bit LOL)

Word Count: 5373 Words

The small boat swayed side to side along the water. The sail was down, but not aimed anywhere. The moon was at its fullest and the sky was clear. All of the stars in the sky sparkled and reflected in the water. The boat itself was small, and only housed three people and a chicken. Yes, a chicken. A seaside chicken that wasn’t meant for eating was certainly unusual, but Nightmare would never do anything without his best buddy. Speaking of, Nightmare was one of the three members aboard the small ship. The ship was made of a gorgeous red wood, with one large sail, one small sail, and not many other decorations on it. It was a pretty ship, but not exactly extravagant. Not like Dream von Licht’s Radiance. Nightmare stroked Kevin’s (that's the chicken) hackles, the small bird trilling as he did so. Nightmare walked the length of his ship, which wasn’t named. It was likely that he would have to replace it sooner rather than later. He couldn’t get attached to it. Dream always came by with his troops and burned down, punctured holes, or whatever the fuck else to his ship.

The amount of boats he had gone through within the couple of months he’s been with his two other buddies was well into the double digits. It was exhausting having to steal ships constantly, and having to get new stuff over and over. Sometimes, he just considered handing himself over to Dream, that it wasn’t worth the trouble of fighting back. He always shook his head and tried desperately not to think about that kind of outcome. He wasn’t going to give up that easily. If Dream wanted him, then the bastard would have to get him himself.

The chicken in his arms shifted and squirmed, and Nightmare set Kevin down and gently scratched his head. He had made it to the helm of the boat and glanced around. It was quiet, and the air was crisp. It wasn’t a terribly cold night, and he was able to just wear a short-sleeved shirt without much issue. He slipped his hands into his pockets, Kevin trailing him, preening himself every so often. He looped around the helm and then started a trek back to the otherside of the boat. He wasn’t planning on sleeping tonight, so pacing the boat and hanging out with his chicken was the plan for the night.

Once Nightmare got to the other side of the boat, he realized that staying up wasn’t going to be a solo activity. Kevin cooed, announcing both his and Nightmare’s presence to Error who was sitting at the edge of the boat. She appeared unconcerned at the fact that she could fall right over into the ocean. She had a cup of coffee in her hands, and it was still steaming.

Nightmare shifted awkwardly on his feet, “Hey?”

Error flinched slightly, but turned her head around. She pushed up her red, comically large, rounded glasses. Settling them on her nose. “Sup. Have a seat?”

Without too much difficulty, Nightmare hopped over the fence and plopped next to Error, a good amount of space between them. Error had a whole set up out here, damn. With a fresh cup of coffee, and some sort of crochet project in her lap. There was also a lantern on the opposite side of her, sitting precariously on the fence behind her.

“Does that not give you anxiety?” Nightmare asked, wheezing out slightly. She took a glance at what he was referring to, that being the lantern.

Error shrugged, the crochet needles clinking together as she mindlessly worked on the project. “It’ll be fine. I’m pretty much anxious all the time.”

“SAME!” Cross shouted from the window leading to the living space. Error put her head in her hands and Nightmare snickered.

“COME DOWN HERE AND JOIN US!” Nightmare shouted back, laughing slightly to himself.

“OK!” And the window was slammed closed.

“And there goes my peace and quiet.” Error said, accented with an eye roll and a soft, if exasperated smile. Nightmare snickered in response, and leaned back. It was a little nerve wracking, being at the very edge of the ship. Luckily the skies were clear, and the water wasn’t moving too fast. If one of them were to fall in, they’d be alright. It would be scary and shitty but they wouldn’t drown or be left behind.

“What are you doing up?” Error asked him, going back to her crochet project.

“Couldn’t sleep. You?”

Error just shrugged, and turned to her side to pet Kevin’s head, since he had appeared out of nowhere to join them. The chicken cooed as Error stroked his head, and sat down when she ceased.

“Vague but ok.”

“My answer is the same as yours, dickhead, I couldn't sleep.”

“Don’t you complain about being tired all the time?”

“Don’t you?” Nightmare scoffed and rolled his eyes. Error got him there. He pulled up one of his legs into his lap, allowing the other one to dangle over the edge. After a few moments, Cross had finally made her way down to the back of the boat. Cross looked at the two dangling over the edge, before deciding to make the objectively correct decision to not sit along the ledge of the boat. Kevin burrowed himself in between Cross’s feet, and tucked his head back into himself, making the decision that none of the humans on the boat can seem to make: going to sleep.

“Couldn’t sleep either?”

“Yup.” Nightmare said as Error hummed in agreement. Cross paused and slid down the fence, sitting down, her back to Nightmare’s. The boat rocked side to side gently, the waves crashing against the wood, the smell of the sea, and the sound of Error’s crocheting needles clicking together was nice. It was just the three (er…four) of them on the open water, no Dream or navy in sight. None of them could remember the last time they had a relaxed, not stressful time like this.

They had no need to be anywhere, and being on the sea was the safest option for them. They were outlawed everywhere else. Supplies were high and they had no need to make any stops. Being at sea, with no place to go in mind was nice. Just allowing the sea to take them to wherever they wanted. Cross bent down and scritched at Kevin’s neck, the rooster cooing slightly in his sleep. Nightmare yawned and stretched his arms out, his back popping as he did so.

“It’s quiet tonight.” Error spoke, her tongue sticking out of her mouth slightly as she worked.

“It’s nice though. Especially without Captain Von Bitch on our asses.”

“Mm.” Error nodded, pushing back a braid that had fallen in front of her face. “Although I do question his motives.”

“I think his motives are that he’s an asshole.”

“That is not what I mean at all but okay.”

Nightmare leaned against his knees and looked at Error. He wasn’t particularly fond of this conversation, but he wanted to see what Error was thinking. Especially if he needed to correct any factual errors that Error might have about him. The last thing he wanted was his friends believing that Dream was less of a dick than he actually was. Some people believed that Dream was some angel, and it pissed him off to no end. “What…do you mean then?”

“We do not qualify as pirates, since we hardly even steal and most violence we do is in self defense. While I don’t think our actions are well within the law - CROSS - but we aren’t pirates. And Dream exists in this weird gray area of not-pirate but also not-navy. And yet he claims that we’re pirates and he is not and it just doesn’t make sense? In all technicality he’s breaking the law as much as we are.” Error paused, “Does that make sense? I don’t know if I’m making sense.”

“No no, I totally get it.” Nightmare shook his head. “It’s because he’s a hypocrite. It’s part of who he is.” They had both deserted the navy. And yet he was the one Dream called a pirate. Truly if dramatic irony was a person, it would be Dream.

“You’ve known him for like, forever then?” Cross questioned, one of her eyebrows raised.

“Unfortunately.”

How could Nightmare not notice the quiet exchange of eye-contact between Error and Cross? The silent gesture of Error telling Cross to not to push any further. He liked that about Error, really. He knew that she understood not wanting to talk about someone, or even think about them. She knew when it was time to change subjects. He appreciated it. He pretended that he didn’t see it though, preferring to stroke Kevin’s head. The chicken purred, which is a thing that could happen! Most people associate purring with cats but chickens do it too! Nightmare loved telling Error and Cross chicken facts. Error found it less fun but Cross was always interested.

“I think it’s kind of mean to blame me for all the crimes we commit. You and Nightmare aren’t innocent either!”

Error rolled her eyes so hard that Nightmare worried that she would roll them into a different dimension. “I never said that we weren’t. You just tend to steal shit even though you don’t have to. Then we get in trouble and then we have to go back out to sea which makes us vulnerable.”

“You people don’t appreciate me.”

“I appreciate you, Cross.” Nightmare spoke, looking up at her.

A hand gently patted his forehead and he snickered, “THANK YOU.”

There was another silence, and the three took a second to listen. There was the sloshing of the waves against their vessel, Kevin’s soft trilling, the clicking of Error’s knitting needles, and no sound of another ship approaching them. It had been around a year since Nightmare picked up Error to be a part of his mini “pirate” crew, and nearly two years since he found Cross. To say that they were close was an understatement. At sea it was just them, they couldn’t exactly get away from each other. They had seen shit, and been through shit, and even though Nightmare was sure that they’d eventually get tired of his bullshut and leave, they didn’t.

Some aspects of their personal history often got lost. Nightmare was especially notorious for not talking about himself. And most of their conversations were making up random stories or telling each other ridiculous stories about who knows what. It was inevitable that heavier conversations would come up on occasion.

Much to Cross and Error’s misfortune, Nightmare was feeling particularly somber. Maybe it was the nighttime, the quiet, or maybe he was just in a more grim mood than usual.

“Cross?”

The clicking of knitting needles got quieter, “Yea?”

“Have you lived at sea before? Like as a kid?” Nightmare asked. He was honestly hoping that she had, it would just make his brain happy. He hadn’t gone out to sea until he was nineteen and Error was a maybe. She couldn’t remember much of her life before she met Blue, and subsequently Nightmare and Error. The last thing she remembered were flashes of a terrible storm, and then awakening on a beach where she met Blue. It was entirely possible that she was always at sea, but no one could really be sure. If Cross was always at sea, then it would just make their little group complete.

“Dude I’ve been on the ocean since I was little.”

Nightmare mentally pumped his fist.

“Really? I didn’t think that it would be a good idea to bring kids onto open water.” Error commented, taking a second to stop her knitting and look up at Cross. Cross nodded, leaning into the ship railing.

“It’s not. My dad was a retired navy officer and I think it fucked him up badly or some bullshit. Maybe he was always fucking nuts, who knows. I never really had a home on land until I was like, twenty. Then I met you guys and the rest is history.” Cross laughed softly, although it didn’t reach her face. She spoke of her father on occasion, often by cussing or cursing him out.

“What happened?”

“My family had enough, y’know?” Nightmare and Error could only assume what Cross had meant. “And one day when I was seventeen or so, I dunno, they dropped me off at a town with an old family friend. I wanted to go with them but…my mom made me stay behind.”

“Cross you don’t-” Nightmare started before Cross shushed him. She took a seat on the opposite side of the fence, back to back from Nightmare.

“I know I don’t man. But I think I want to?”

“Jeez.” Nightmare grabbed Kevin and tossed him over the fence. The chicken, who was rightfully startled, screamed and ran off, squawking as he did so. Error gave Nightmare a look, something she did often, and he shrugged in response. He would give Kevin a small piece of bread as an apology. He didn’t give Kevin bread too often, since it did almost nothing in terms of nutrients. His bird friend liked it though, so it was a good apology gift when he pulled shit.

It wasn’t often that the trio worked in sync together. While they worked efficiently during fights and outrunning Dream and his gaggle of self-righteous fools, on their off time they often had some clashes. Nothing relationship ruining, it was just they were always doing different things that sometimes contended with each other. However, that night they all had the same thought process. Nightmare hopped over the fence and plopped right down next to Cross. Error did the same, going on the opposite side of Nightmare.

There was a heavy silence. Cross was the most open out of the trio, but even this felt extremely personal. But Cross also had a point. Sometimes holding things in for too long was harmful, and Nightmare knew that better than anyone.

“Go ahead Cross.” Error prompted, her voice soft. She set her knitting needles down, her knees tucked into her chest.

“Ahah um.” Ah. It wouldn’t be a Cross-centered conversation if she didn’t try to back out of it. However both Nightmare and Error had gotten quite skilled at pushing back at Cross when she made an attempt to change the conversation topic.

“Don’t even think about it, Cross.” Nightmare said before anything else could happen, his voice sharp and to the point.

Cross’s mismatched eyes looked helplessly back at Error, who just stared back, the glare of the sun hiding most of her eyes through her glasses. She nodded at Cross, who took a deep breath.

“It was a suicide mission.” The words held heavy in the air. Error’s eyes widened for a second, but she didn’t react in any other way. Nightmare put his hand on Cross’s forearm. “They, my family, knew that the only way to get dad out of the picture was to go down with him. My mom left me with a family friend. I don’t think she wanted me to die. I don’t know why.” Cross scoffed.

“I worked with that family friend for a few years.” Cross looked down at Nightmare, “Then I met you.” The two shared a moment, shared a smile between each other.

“There was more than that, but y’know.” Nightmare shrugged, turning to Error who’s face said nothing. Although he knew better than that. He figured that he should clear up some of the timing for her, since she wasn’t there until a few months later. Of course, she wasn’t left entirely in the dark. Especially since Cross would often rant and rave about her relationship with Ink and how Dream had wronged their friendship.

Error knew more about Ink’s past and history with Cross than both Cross and Nightmare expected. A few months into being a member on Nightmare’s ship, by complete coincidence, Nightmare and Dream had docked in neighboring towns. Error couldn’t sleep and, apparently, neither could Ink. At first, Error thought a fight would ensue on the dock. But it didn’t. They just sat down next to each other, legs hanging over the ocean water. They just chatted. About nothing in particular. It was similar to what the trio were doing now. Error hadn’t told them about it, and she doubts she ever will. Although Error did learn a few things about Ink.

The most prevalent being that their stories were quite similar. Neither of them really remembered their life before meeting Dream and Nightmare. However Ink did have some memories of her childhood, unlike Error who had lost everything. It was interesting, to hear about someone else’s amnesia. She could only assume that her’s was due to the ship crash that she suspected took place before meeting Blue while Ink’s was due to trauma or something like that. Of course, Ink didn’t tell her everything. Most of their conversation was just a back and forth of ranting about things that annoyed them. However, one of the things Ink talked about, briefly, she wasn’t much for conversation, was that sometimes things would remind her of specific childhood events. Suddenly memories long forgotten would just…appear in her mind.

To Error, that sounded like hell.

They had talked briefly a few times after that meeting. Nightmare would never again dock in a city anywhere near Dream. Even if it meant stretching rations over a day or two longer than they should be. Life on the sea was comfortable, despite it all.

“Wooph, thanks guys.” Cross looked between the two of them, a smile appearing on her face. “I think I needed that.”

“Yeah, of course.” Error said, her body no longer as tense as it was before.

“...I don’t think I’ve told anyone that before.” Cross added, voice going soft. That time, it was Nightmare who responded, arms crossed and resolute in his tone, “Well obviously. Why would you?”

“Nightmare.” Error punched, not with her full strength, him in his arm, and he yelped in surprise. “What he means is: thanks for trusting us Cross. We’re for you.” Nightmare rolled his eyes as he rubbed his arm, but his gaze softened when he made eye contact with Cross once more. He nodded, patting Cross’s forearm. It was awkward, but who would they be if they weren’t?

Cross laughed and a large yawn escaped her as she did so. She leaned back as she did so, a low grunt slowly leaving her. Exhausted. With a grunt, Cross stood up. Her hands reached around to her back and she stretched, and Nightmare could hear her spine pop as she did so. The three of them all struggled with their sleeping schedules, Nightmare the most, and all for different reasons. If one of them was going to head to bed first, it was almost a guarantee that it would be Cross.

“I think I’m gonna…head on up.” She ruffled Nightmare’s hair as she spoke, much to his displeasure. “Fuckin’ spent.”

Error nodded, messing with her gloves, “That makes sense. Sleep on this, and if you wanna talk about it a bit more in the morning, you can. We’ll be here.” She snorted as she finished, as Cross was now leaning on Nightmare with her hand on his head. He was not amused one bit.

After messing up Nightmare’s hair a final time Cross spoke, “Yeah. Thanks. Will you two be…?” Nightmare shrugged, “Well. Good night, if you end up sleeping that is.”

“‘Night Cross.” Nightmare waved as Cross disappeared behind the corner and into their quarters. The ship was small and getting around it was easy enough, although it had little room for their sleeping quarters. The three of them had to sleep in the same general area, they really had no other choice. Error and Cross adjusted to it fine, for one reason or another, but Nightmare? Nightmare struggled. With his, well, nightmares. Ironic, huh?

So to avoid having that uncomfortable conversation, Nightmare just had the most fucked up sleep schedule known to man. It was worth it. Probably. Since it was just the three of them, they had to swap out who would do night shifts. It was often Nightmare who offered, so that he could stay up. He didn’t sleep very much anyway, the least he could do was be productive at night. That wasn’t every night though, as Error and Cross also took their fair share of night shifts. Nightmare didn’t sleep much at night when they did though, often plagued with terrors. So he compromised with his body. He often napped in short periods, not long enough to go into REM sleep and dream, but long enough that his brain could rest. It really sucked honestly, but it worked.

“You gonna head up soon too?” He asked, turning his head towards Error who had picked up her knitting needles and continued her project. His legs were crossed and he leaned into his hand. Both he and Error looked like shrimps, both of their posture being shitty as hell.

“Are you?”

“I didn’t plan to.”

“Do you mind if I stay up with you?”

Nightmare blinked a few times, “Nah, not at all.”

There was a small smile on Error’s face, “Cool.”

Silence covered them like a soft blanket. Nightmare and Error didn’t hang out one on one that often, but when they did it was nice. She was just…chill. There wasn’t really a need to talk, although they totally could. He considered it, briefly, before seeing how enthralled Error was in her work. His tired eyes drifted up into the sky, the stars dancing in his vision. Error knew a lot about the stars and how to navigate with them, although from where he couldn’t say. His mouth opened to speak, to start some kind of conversation but she beat him to it.

“Mind if I ask you something?” Before he could respond, she added on, “You can say no, by the way. It might be kinda sensitive.” Error watched his face, at his dark blue eyes that looked almost purple in some lights. He squinted at her.

“Shoot.”

“Why did you leave the navy?”

“Oh. Yeah no, that’s not a hard question.” Nightmare paused as the tapping of bird feet on the deck slowly got louder. With a scream, Kevin lept into Nightmare’s arms, getting comfortable in his lap. “Hey buddy. Forgiven me already? Haha. Anyways, I deserted for a few reasons, um. The main one being I didn’t want to be part of the navy y’know? It was never a goal of mine to…fight, I guess? Being a military personnel sounds like hell. And when I did get drafted, I hated how both Dream and I were being treated. We both did.

“Dream was always more into it than I was. But I won’t get into his whole…everything.” There was a lot there. And honestly? He didn’t really want to think about the past, and his whole relationship with Dream. It was like putting salt in an open wound. On many occasions, he wondered if Dream thought about him the way he thought about Dream. There was this sour fondness that came up whenever he thought about their time together. And every time the wound he thought he had sewn up opened wide up for all to see.

Error nodded, knowing better than to push Nightmare about Dream. He looked over at her, and she just looked back at him. He did leave his reasoning unfinished.

“And eventually…I just kinda left. Went AWOL. I tried to convince Dream to come with me, but uh,” He forced a laugh into his voice, but his face was still tugged back into a sneer, “He already decided how he felt about me.”

“Do you have any idea why?”

“Why what?”

“Why he…y’know,” Error gestured with her hands.

Luckily, Nightmare knew what she meant.

“Not really. If I had to guess, I’d say that he saw how the military was running and thought that he could do a better job. He was always like that. Observing things and then making them better. When I went AWOL, I guess he lobbed me in with pirates and stuff? I couldn’t tell you why he did that.”

There, of course, was more to it than that. But Nightmare had reached his “talking about Dream” limit for the day, and he suspected Error could tell.

Nightmare stroked Kevin’s neck, “Dream’s mind is fucking enigma.”

The knitting needles and project were slowly being put away. “It really is, isn’t it?” She turned to look him in the eye, “Are you alright?”

“What?” He raised an eyebrow at her, “Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“We just had a deep conversation, of course I’m going to check in on you.”

God, Error was so cool like that. Nightmare scoffed slightly, but smiled at the sentiment. “Error, dude, I’m fine. Promise.”

“If you insist.” Error stood up, gathering up her knitting supplies in her hands. “I’m going to head off to bed. Or, try at least. You coming?”

“In a bit.”

With a nod, Error began to head back into the sleeping quarters. Nightmare had totally lied about heading back to bed, although he wondered if Error picked up on it. Not with Cross and Error being in the same room. He had filled in his quota of talking to his friends about important shit for the month, and he was not going to explain his horrendous nightmares. His nightmares varied in content and who was present. Very rarely were they just unsettling, making him wake up in a cold sweat. More often than not, he’d wake up in tears and gasping for air. And sometimes, on the worst nights, he would wake up screaming. That was the thing that he wanted to avoid at all costs.

However, there appeared to be a change in plans. Before Error could get far, Cross came barrelling from the door to the quarters. Nightmare could see the startled look on her face and stood up, keeping Kevin in his arms. She slid to a halt, around an arms length away from Nightmare, and Error pressed herself up against the nearby wall to avoid being touched.

“Guys,” Cross heaved, not bothering to take a second to catch her breath. Sweat dripped from her forehead. Her eyes glanced wearily from Nightmare to Error, clearly shaken up. “It’s Dream, his ship, port side.”

“God fuckin’ damnit.” Nightmare seethed, setting Kevin down on a nearby barrel. The chicken didn’t even stir in his sleep. “Let’s go. I need to see how far he is. Maybe, if we’re lucky, we’ll be able to avoid him.”

The Trio of Idiots all made a fast dash to the front of the ship. Kevin and Error’s knitting supplies were left behind. Sometimes Nightmare cursed the messy nature of all of them, just leaving shit around with no reasoning behind it. Things often got lost or misplaced and sometimes it pissed him off, especially when he went to find something and it ended up falling right off of the ship. However, he had to thank both his, Error’s, and Cross’s lack of organization, as his spyglass was sitting precariously on top of some boxes. He grabbed as he ran up the bow, getting as far up it as he could. Cross and Error soon joined him, the cold sea wind blowing in all of their faces. Nightmare raised the spyglass up to his left eye and glanced around at the port side.

The horizon between the endless blue ocean and star-covered sky is cut by a massive ship. Nightmare didn’t even need the skyglass to recognize it.

Radiance.

That stupid ship and its stupid name and its stupid captain!

“Is it him?”

“Oh it’s fucking him alright.” Nightmare said, grinding his teeth as he did so. He focused on the ship. It was, thank god, not coming straight for them. He squinted at the bow. There was someone on it, talking to Dream. He could recognize Dream from a mile away, especially with his bright golden hair. But there was someone next to him. Someone he didn’t recognize. He stepped closer to the edge, leaning over to get a better look. Cross put her hand on his shoulder, to both stabilize him as well as getting into the position to catch him if he slipped. The last thing they needed was any of them falling into the water while Dream was around.

It was dark, and without memories to fill in the gaps, Nightmare couldn’t get a good grasp as to what exactly he looked like. There was some light illuminating from the Radiance, but not enough. Damnit! It also didn’t help that the stranger had pressed themself up against Dream either.

“What is it?” Error asked, “What do you see?”

“Some, uh, guy.”

“A guy?”

Nightmare adjusted the focus on the spyglass. He struggled to separate the stranger from Dream, but he did his best. “Yeah…wearing a blue something? A scarf maybe? They’ve got what I think is short brown hair and, uh, yeah that's about it.”

There wasn’t much to his description, but once he stepped back, he saw the startled expression on Error’s face. Wordlessly, he handed Error the spyglass so she could get a look. Cross shifted on her feet awkwardly, unsure if she should stabilize Error like she did with Nightmare or not. She glanced towards Nightmare who shook his head. Error was much more careful with her feet placement, and grounded herself securely.

Error hesitated. She didn’t raise the spyglass to her glasses for a moment too long. She swallowed hard, and she prayed to whatever deity that existed that Nightmare was wrong. That it was somewhere else, anyone else. She focused the spyglass and focused on where Dream and the other person were. Despite the multiple layers of glass between her eye and what she was seeing, it was clear enough who was on The Radiance. Error’s heart began to race, apprehension and adrenaline rushing through her. She staggered backwards, bumping into Nightmare, who shifted to her right.

“What’s the matter? Do you know him?”

A scoff left Error’s mouth, and she took her glasses off of her face and wiped them down with her skirt. “Do I know him? Yeah, I fucking know him.” She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Taking any grievances on Nightmare and Cross wasn’t a good idea. “It’s Blue.”

“WHAT?!” Cross stands there mouth agape.

“What is he doing with Dream of all people??”

“Who the hell knows!” Error rubbed her temples, “It’s…whatever. Right now we need to make sure we avoid his line of sight.”

The other two nodded, and Cross left to begin unveiling the sails, setting them up to catch as much wind as possible. Error’s job was to make sure cannons were loaded and working properly. While once might think that Cross should have that heavy lifting job, it was often much harder to work the sails. It’s also what Cross did on her dad’s ship, so hey, if it isn't broken don’t fix it. And often Nightmare took his position as captain (no one calls him captain) and steered the ship, assisting Cross and Error when necessary. When Error finished, she often assisted Nightmare or Cross in whatever they needed, and vice versa.

Before Error could get to work, Nightmare grabbed her by her sleeve. Despite there being no actual contact, she still jumped. He immediately pulled his hands away.

“Shit, sorry.”

“It’s fine. What’s up? We need to keep moving.”

“I know.” Nightmare crossed his arms. “Just…We care about you, y’know. If you need anything, I’m here.”

Error pushes her glasses up, the glare from the moon concealing her expression. With some hesitation, she grabs Nightmare’s hand with her gloved one. Wordlessly, she squeezes it, rubbing the back of his hand. A silent thank you.

She lets go of his hand before adjusting her glasses a final time, “Now, let’s beat some not-pirate ass.”

“Hell yeah.”

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asukamood · 2 years ago

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Rule number 4: Never question Blue during a hangover

Pairing: Drueswap

Multiverse: Dreamswap

Warnings: Past alcohol use, I think that’s it.

Synopsis: Wine hangovers are the worst.

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When Blue woke up the next morning, he could only describe his state as pitiful. His head was ringing loudly as if someone had introduced a bell inside of his skull and was currently in the process of banging it as hard as they could against his bones. His eyes were hardly movable and keeping them open was painful anyway, he was susceptible to the light and just a sparkle was enough to make him feel like his irises were burning.

It wasn’t just his eyes though, his whole body felt so heavy compared to what it usually felt like and there was that thing surrounding him that made him uncomfortable. After risking yet again a look at the outside world and immediately regretting it, Blue groaned and buried his face into Dream’s shoulder.

“I don’t like this at all.” He squeezed Dream tighter, who just let out a sigh in response.

“Wine hangovers are the worst, I agree.” He let one of his fingers trace the bone of Blue’s back, who basically melted, and leaned even more into the winged man.

“Having them isn’t something I regret lacking.”

“I still don’t understand how you could like that. It doesn’t even taste that good and the aftermath is a nightmare!” Dream laughed at his hopeless tone.

“That’s what happens when you’re in a really bad state- Now get off of me, I need to go make breakfast.” Dream tried to straighten up, making the blanket slightly slip off Blue’s body.

The latter whined into his neck, not letting go. If anything, he was holding him even tighter now. “Stay with me…” He slurred, trying to push the other down to the mattress again. “I would tie you down if I have to…” He mumbled, still half asleep and entirely in pain.

“Ah.” Dream sighed, flopping back down, much to Blue’s happiness. “So you don’t want me to go huh?”

A hiss escaped the shorter one. “Oh no, of course, I want you to leave me alone in my misery, silly me! WHAT DO YOU THINK?” His voice cracked in the middle of his second sentence and he absolutely wanted to die at that moment.

Dream hummed, one of his hands reaching up to pet the other’s hair to calm him down. It seems to work since Blue slouched back down against Dream’s body again. His leg brushed his own and he stifled out a laugh, that contact felt like a tickle.

“So you’re unusually sassy and get mad easily during a hangover, got it.” Blue groaned again, shifting. He felt so tired but he didn’t want to sleep either. That sucked.

“You don’t need to remember that.” His arm was starting to feel numb because of being stuck between his and Dream’s body. He wiggled it out before resting it on Dream’s chest. That felt better. “I’m not planning on touching any drop of alcohol ever again.”

Dream smirked up at him, rubbing small circles on his nape. “Maybe you shouldn’t have touched my stash without asking me first Hmm?”

Blue slightly tilted his head upward to weakly glare at the other. “Oh shut up, I don’t wanna hear about this anymore.” He flopped his head back down in defeat.

After that, the two fell into a comfortable silence that was only broken by Blue’s soft purring and whimpering when Dream stopped touching him.

Another mewl escaped him before Dream started speaking again.

“Hey Blue, do you remember anything that happened while you were drunk?” Blue froze, his purrs momentarily stopped as well. Even if that happened, Dream kept rubbing small circles on his nape with his finger, albeit a bit slower now.

“... For my sake, it’s better if I pretend I don’t.” He let out after a few, feeling even worse than he initially did. That was a record on its own. “I’m sorry, but could we talk about something else?”

Dream’s finger went back to its original speed. “Of course, that’s totally fine. Don’t hesitate to talk to me though if you need it alright? I promise I’m a good listener.” Blue almost wanted to tear up at how sweet that was. Perhaps, this kind of behavior was normal and there was really nothing to get emotional about but he couldn’t help it. It was one of the first times someone had truly cared for him like that and he can’t deny how good it feels to know someone cares.

“Anyways, I found what happened shortly after you fell asleep really cute.” Blue’s eye twitched. He didn’t know what happened exactly but just by Dream’s teasing tone, he was not going to like it very much, he could feel it deep in his soul.

“... What are you referring to exactly?” While the words were leaving his mouth, his brain had been furiously searching for any kind of memory it could get its hands on. What could he have possibly done then? Or said? He has seen drunk people do crazy stuff numerous times and he wasn’t quite sure what he was able to do. After all, it was the first time he had ever drunk anything.

“Oh, you know…” Blue swore Dream’s smirk was just getting wider. “When you asked for my hand after forgetting we were together?”

Blue took approximately ten seconds to register and comprehend the information. Once he did, a loud screech escaped his throat. “WHAT?!”

The winged man’s chuckles turned into downright hysterical laughter when that happened, his chest vibrating with the action.

“There’s no way I did that!” The shorter one shouted, his cheeks tainted a faint cherry red. “I don’t remember that happening at all, you’re just teasing me!” Dream was unresponsive to his protests, keeping on laughing.

His boyfriend got slightly angry, weakly hitting his shoulder. “Stop laughing!” He wasn’t strong enough to actually make those hits hurt, he didn’t want to anyway, but that seemed to make Dream’s laughter calm down.

“Haha…” Dream wiped a lone tear that was threatening to escape his eye. Was that really this funny? “Sorry.” He didn’t look sorry at all.

“Although it did happen, look, I have a video.” Blue’s eyes widened in horror.

“You what?” Seeing Dream swipe his screen with his finger felt like watching the guillotine getting ready to behead him and him handing him his phone, the equivalent of walking toward said guillotine.

He took the device with a slightly trembling hand, praying to every God there is that this didn’t actually happen, that it was actually a bad prank Dream was pulling on him.

Then he hit the play button.

***

Some shuffling was noticeable when the video started, the screen alternating between white sheets to blinding white light. A hiss was heard not too far from the mic, the sound slightly picking up.

After a few seconds, the image finally got cleared and the camera was turned to something that was actually interesting. Dream’s face.

“Finally.” He groaned, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “That took way too much time to do.” A sigh escaped him. “I’m gonna have to be faster later, I can’t deal with needing 5 minutes just to get a dumb video started.”

While he was talking, a sleepy Blue stumbled out of the bedroom in the background, rubbing his eyes with one hand absently.

Dream looked back at the screen and frowned when he noticed Blue in the camera’s shot. He twisted his neck slightly to look at him, a questioning look on his face.

“Blue?” He called, grabbing the other’s attention. “What are you doing up already? It’s still late, go back to sleep.” The words that came out of Dream’s mouth seemed to pass over Blue completely who just stopped to stare at the winged man, his jaw wide open.

Dream tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Uh… Blue? You alright?”

“Wow…” The latter responded, quickly making his way over to Dream and sitting right before him. His hand reached for one of Dream’s wings, which rapidly ducked out of his reach. That rejection only seemed to increase Blue’s newfound admiration for them, his pupils looking seconds away from stars. “Are you an Angel?”

The question seemed to throw Dream off, who basically choked on his spit. “Wha- Blue, you know that I’m not an Angel, I told you many times before, don’t you remember?”

It was Blue’s turn to look confused. His dilated pupils looked up at Dream. “Have we met before?” Dream’s mouth opened and closed without any sound coming out of the action. He looked conflicted on what to do next, probably not used to this kind of behavior from Blue.

“Of course not.” He shook his head, not waiting for Dream’s reaction to start speaking again. “I think I would have remembered if I had seen such a handsome face.” He shifted closer as Dream sputtered, his hand coming up to cup Dream’s cheek. “Your eyes are so pretty too… Are you single?”

The camera started shaking, it looks like Dream was as sensitive to Blue’s flirting as when he’s sober.

He started to scoot even closer, his eyes boring into Dream’s. “You look so good blushing… Oh screw it all.” He sat on Dream’s lap without warning, holding his collar with two hands. “Marry me, please.”

He sounded so desperate that Dream’s grip on his phone loosened and it fell, the loud thud shaking the device. A few minutes of muffled sounds later, a hand finally appeared on camera before it was grabbed and taken back into the light.

“He fell asleep.” Dream looked dumbfounded as he said that, Blue curled up to his side like a cat and his eyes closed. “I'm going to show him this when he wakes up tomorrow. I just have to.”

Then the video stopped.

***

Dream was waiting patiently for Blue’s reaction.

“…” Blue inhaled deeply. “Show this to anyone and I swear to god I will make out with you in front of the journalists.”

Dream burst out laughing again.

#dreamswap #ds dream #fluff #ship #ds blue #drueswap #ds dreamberry #ds drue #ds drueswap #ds dream x ds blue #i need more content about this ship #i will go down with this ship #blue is a simp #blue needs help #blue is a cat confirmed

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sanscestships · 5 years ago

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“Deal” DS!Crossberry-Guardian/Destroyer Headcanon (Oneshot, DS!CrossxDS!Blue)

Created on: 10/26/20

Requested by: No one. I got bored again and wanted to do a rare pair while making things more interesting while doing DreamSwap (by onebizarrekai btw you should go check them out. i know they have a tumblr for sure)

as for the "Guardian/Destroy Headcanon" part. There's a headcanon that Cross is the guardian of the AUs and Blue is the destroyer of AUs because their swapped with Ink and Error. While canonically this is not true, there's a headcanon and i decided to try it out.

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Cross was ticked as hell. No, he was livid.

Once again, he went to Taco Bell, ate his tacos, Blue had drugged the tacos somehow, he fell asleep, he woke up, and several AUs were destroyed while he was passed out.

He didn't know HOW that annoying blue scarfed destroyer kept doing it, but he needed to find a way to stop it.

Obviously, he had absolutely no intention of stop ordering from Taco Bell. He and the rest of the Meme Squad loved the tacos from Taco Bell and would absolutely live off it along with chocolate. And not ALL of the tacos he got from there were drugged by Blue.

Unfortunately, this also made it difficult for him to know if he should eat a taco or not.

No, he couldn't get one of his friends to try it. He was NOT going to risk Error or Nightmare getting knocked out because he didn't want to eat a taco himself. No he wasn't going to ask a stranger to test taste for him either. No, again, he wasn't going to stop eating Taco Bell tacos.

Then he decided he was going to go to Blue's house in Outertale, kick the fucking door down, beat the shit out of that annoying flirt, and make him stop drugging his GOD DAMN TACOS HE JUST WANTS TO EAT IN PEACE!

With that plan in mind, he quickly made a portal to the small house they all shared. If he didn't come back, he at least wanted his friends to know where he was. Stepping into the wooden floor of their kitchen, he spotted Error drinking coffee again-WAIT HOLY SHIT ERROR WAS DRINKING COFFEE AGAINASGOHISGHASOGIRHAGAERIOG-

"Error!" And it was at the moment Error knew. He fucked up. "I thought Night and I said no more drinking coffee after 4:00 PM! It's fucking 9:37. Wait a sec- DID THAT INK DOUCHEBAG DO SOMETHING TO YOU? I SWEAR I'M GONNA-"

"NONONONONONONO!" The hooded cinnamon roll quickly put the mug down, stepping between me and the door with his arms flailing around. "It's fine it's fine! I just felt like drinking coffee I swear! Ink has nothing to do with it!"

Sighing in relief that the emo bastard hadn't touched the bean, he proceeded to pretend nothing important was going to happen. "I just came over to say that I'm going to Blue's to kick his ass. If I don't come back, it means I did not kick Blue's ass. Okay?"

"Do you want us to come with you?" Error had that look on his face again. The one that said "I'm not 100% sure this is a good idea but if we're going for it I'll absolutely give way more than 500%".

"Nah, I think I can handle Blue. Plus, you should probably keep Nightmare company. I'll be fine."

Cross was not fine.

Not fine at all.

He went to Outertale, expecting Blue to be out so he could ambush him in his room. That way, he'll have the absolute advantage over him. Kicking the door down, the monochrome guardian stepped in ticked as hell to be greeted with being grabbed with strings and being hung upside down.

"FUCK!"

"Well well well~"

Shit. Flirty tone. Strings. Being face to face with a glitchy eye and snarky face. Yep, it was Blue.

"GOD DAMMIT BLUE! PUT ME DOWN AND STOP DRUGGING MY FUCKING TACOS!" Stupidly, he started flailing in the strings trying to escape. However with each and every movement, he only entangled himself further.

"Oh? And why should I?" The cocky little bastard was definitely amused by this, just standing in front of Cross as he eventually got himself so wrapped up he couldn't move anymore.

"BECAUSE I SAID SO! NOW PUT ME DOWN!"

"Okay~"

"FU-" And like that, he was dropped head first onto the floor. Groaning, he quickly grabbed the huge knife strapped onto his back and got into a battle position. "Listen Blueberry, I'm sick and tired of having to deal with not being able to eat tacos without falling asleep. So quit it before things get messy."

Obviously, that got Blue to stop and think. Though he destroyed AUs, he didn't actually enjoy the blood and misery it brought. Cross could never understand why he destroyed AUs anyway though. Was he hired to do it? Obviously not by that best friend stealer who thinks he has the right to look at one little crime someone made and say "okay you go die now". The knife wielding skeleton knew the string user well. Everything he did had a means to an end.

That didn't mean it was always an actually good reason though.

"How about a deal," Well shit, another negotiation. Cross wondered what it was going to be this time. Another theft from JR? Maybe another prank on Ink? He really didn't know with the destroyer. As much as he knew about him, he could also be unpredictable at times. "In exchange for no more taco druggings, you have to be my new guinea pig."

...

Wait wha-

"Wait, guinea pig? FOR WHAT?!" Cross did NOT like the sound of being someone's toy to play with. Especially not after what happened to his AU. He'd been a pawn in XFrickster's plan to be the "best story". And he did NOT LIKE THE SOUND OF BEING ANYWHERE NEAR THAT AGAIN.

"Calm down, I'm not going to do any weird mad scientist stuff." The glitchy eyed skeleton folded his arms, shaking his head like he was dealing with an idiotic 5 year old. In a way, he was. Cross wasn't going to deny that he could make some very questionable decisions at times. "I meant I want you to be a taste tester for me. I cook as a hobby but sometimes I'll throw random stuff in a dish to see what it tastes like. I'm merely using you as both a taste tester and a second opinion."

Oh, that was totally reassuring.

Him throwing random crap in food he has to agree to try is absolutely reassuring. But, it was this or not be able to eat tacos without being paranoid and boy would that be hell.

He knew his answer. And he did NOT LIKE that it was between this and either no tacos or AU destruction.

"Fine, but you better not poison me or feed me crap Blueberry."

#oneshot #dreamswap #ds!cross #ds!blue #crossberry #ds!crossberry #cross x blue #ship #undertale #undertale au #headcanon

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moonstonemoonlight · 6 years ago

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My part of the trade with @izzy-the-bizzy! They asked for DS Insomnia :D

Dreamswap by Onebizarrekai

They had a mutual agreement to keep their relationship out of public eye. Not exactly secret, per se - especially since Nightmare, Cross, and Ink knew they were, as Ink put it, ‘sucking face’ - but Error shied away from the unwanted clout of being ‘the CEO’s boyfriend’ and Dream was afraid of such information getting into the wrong hands.

It was fairly easy to be discreet - despite Nightmare’s insistence that anyone who looked could see them making heart eyes at each other - they found times to be alone and uninterrupted, where they could speak freely and bask in each other’s company. On sleepless nights, the two of them wandered the castle halls together in companionable silence, occasionally broken by whispers.

Error reminded him of Ani, in a bittersweet way. It was something Dream learned in little ways as they got to know each other. He had their kindness and emotional wisdom, a kind of unpronounced strength that was achingly familiar.

Dream would often see him at the orphanage, and watch or greet Error when he spoke with the children or brought supplies. Error admitted to him that for years he had dropped off hand-knitted items in secret; that it was nice to see that the kids he had helped from afar were doing well.

When they were still only friends Dream had found himself unsure if he could - or should - pursue a relationship with Error when he saw someone else in him. He still held Ani in his heart, and didn’t think he could give up their memory in order to be with someone. It had taken weeks (and a few pointed talks from his brother) for Dream to open up again to the idea, to find the unique threads of Error’s personality that he had fallen in love with, and realise that he loved him for more than a reflection of one long dead.

One sleepless night he found Error walking the halls, and from the smudged darkness under his eyes Dream guessed he couldn’t sleep either.

Somehow they got to talking under the moonlight. Error listened when Dream started to explain, and although he had not spoken of Ani in years the words came easier as he talked. He missed them, their death had been too soon, they had deserved better. He explained the sun necklace he never went without.

Error was understanding (gentle, even) with his feelings. He didn’t ask Dream to give up his love for Ani to love someone else. When they broached the subject of a relationship, both agreed to take things slowly.

Error grew more comfortable slowly, as he had - and still did - with Nightmare and Cross. He brushed arms with him casually, leaned into Dream’s side when they were near each other, gave him small, precious smiles and little signs of contentment as he relaxed in Dream’s presence. Even as Error frequented light touches and delicate, forewarned affection, Dream preferred to let Error initiate contact and decide what he was comfortable with, not wanting to push him. Error seemed to appreciate the consideration.

Walking together on sleepless nights became something they shared - more often than was probably healthy, really, but Dream didn’t need to sleep much and Error claimed he was used to insomnia - and Dream had soon showed Error his favourite nooks of the castle to sit by moonlight, his favourite places in the garden. He didn’t expect to have overmuch in common with Error, but in whispered exchanges Error shared his own stories, half remembered loss and trust, building a purpose out of himself that mirrored Dream’s own.

The first time Error asked to hold his hand Dream felt a little starstruck. Their hands cradled each other’s lightly, and Dream felt soft tingling in his chest like warm bursts of stardust. They had stolen a moment out of sight, meeting in Dream’s room, and when Error pulled his hands away he happily informed Dream that his face was glowing as brightly as his wings, or rather ‘brighter than a burning lemon’, which had them both snickering quietly, even as Dream hid his face in his hands. Although, it was Error’s turn to blush when Dream quietly told him that his handholding felt like butterfly kisses.

The first time Error kissed him, the warmth in his chest spread and filled his entire body, and when Error leaned back he gave a wispy laugh and told him that he glowed. Dream fluffed his wings and grumbled indignantly at the comment, but couldn’t exactly contest it, feeling the warmth in his face. He returned a kiss to Error’s forehead as the other leaned against him, and although his cheeks dimmed their blazing yellow the warmth in his chest settled into his soul.

Attempting to keep their relationship private meant their main havens were Dream’s office and his room, with Error’s room being declared off-limits by a very disgruntled Cross, who had only barely warmed up to Dream in the months since they had stopped legally being enemies.

In his office, Dream found himself doing paperwork more frequently in his armchair than at his desk, as it was larger and could accommodate two people comfortably. And although Error still avoided excessive touch, he would occasionally join Dream on the armchair, if only for a few minutes.

Speaking of which, Error chose that moment to arrange himself on the armchair, sprawled beside and on top of Dream. Error tucked his head under Dream’s chin, taking a look at the page he was reading. Dream did his utmost best to not turn into a sunlamp. He tentatively rested his head on Error’s, relaxing after a moment when Error showed no sign of discomfort, and went back to his work with a smile. His wings curled delicately around them.

Without bothering to knock Ink poked his head around the door, holding a stack of papers.

“You two are gooier than valentines chocolates.” he informed them.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Dream replied absently. Error shifted to peck a pointed kiss on his cheek, leaving a warm spark behind, then unfolded and stood from the armchair.

“Seeya, lovebirds.” Ink stuck his tongue out and left the paperwork on the desk as Error flopped in the unattended seat. He was quiet from a moment, then swung his head to look at Dream.

“Mm, now I want gooey chocolates.”

Dream huffed a laugh at him, glancing over his papers with a grin. “We’ll get some later.”

#writing #trade #writing trade #dreamswap #ds dream #ds insomnia #ds errordream #asdfghjkl #fluff is hard #this was fun though :3 #chrono

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ebelwrites · 6 years ago

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Heya, it’s been a while. Sorry for the long break; things have been kinda crazy in my world for a while. I got my computer back up and running with nothing lost, but it’s just been one thing after another in my world right now and finding the motivation to write has been hard. I’m going to try and force myself to make time for writing because I have really missed it. I’ve got a trade and a bad sans poly story in the works, but for now, here’s something that I wrote a while back and rediscovered in my documents.

A human Dreamswap story, with trans!Nightmare and a more queer platonic relationship between Dream and Nightmare. Just some cute stuff and focusing on Dream and Nightmare’s bond. Hope you all like it, and I will hopefully get back into the grove of things in short order!

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Dream could not keep the smile off his face as he entered the recovery room. That expression was mirrored on every face he saw, especially on the one in the bed. Cross and Error each sat on either side of the hospital bed, hovering near their datemate should he need anything. Further to the side were Finch and Ink, close enough to be supportive but far enough away that they didn’t crowd. And the brightest smile in the room was on Nightmare. His old friend was resting in the hospital bed, the top end raised so that he could sit up and interact with everyone. He looked tired and a bit pained, but he was happy, and that was enough to make Dream smile as well.

“Dream!” Nightmare exclaimed when he saw him, wiggling in excitement. He looked like he wanted to wave his arms around, but Dream knew from his research that wouldn’t be a good idea. “You’re here!”

“Of course I am.” Dream moved closer, intentionally going onto Error’s side and taking Nightmare’s hand. “How are you feeling?”

“A bit sore,” Nightmare admitted, “but good. Like a weight’s been taken off.” Dream lightly squeezed Nightmare’s hand, getting a squeeze in return. “They’re also giving me the good stuff. I like these pain meds.” One of Error’s hands found its way onto Dream’s shoulder, and gave the winged man a comforting and supportive look. Dream was about to say something when one of the doctors entered the room.

“Well, it looks like you’re good to go, young man,” she said, checking things off her clipboard as she spoke. “Everything looks fine; you can continue your recovery at home.” There is a round of cheers throughout the room, good will surging through everyone.

“Doctor?” Dream queried once the noise had died down. “What things should he, and the rest of us, be careful of during recovery? What time period are we looking at?”

“About two weeks recovery, all up.” The doctor responded, flipping some pages. “At one week, he will need to come in for a check up, so that we can remove his compression bindings and see how he’s healing. He should not remove the bindings before then, which means no showering until after that appointment.” There was a bit of choked, nervous laughter from Error and Cross at that; the doctor continued on as though she didn’t hear them. “Other than that, no strenuous activity; nothing that is going to put stress on his body, especially his upper torso and arms. He should not be lifting his arms up during his recovery and he shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting.” She looked over the top of her clipboard to Nightmare.

“You will most likely feel sore and sensitive for some weeks, even after we give you the all clear. Over the counter pain medications should be taken as needed, and use ice packs to reduce any swelling. One thing you should know; swelling can last as little as two weeks, but could also last as long as four to six months. Do not worry if you are on the longer end of that spectrum; it will subside eventually.” With that, she finally put down her clipboard and gave Nightmare a smile. “And I believe that is everything. All you need to do now is sign the release papers, and you will be on your way!” Nightmare gave another cheer, and Cross immediately moved to help Nightmare stand up.

“Let’s get you home, Love.” He said as he helped to support Nightmare’s weight, arm around Nightmare’s waist for support. Finch and Ink gave a wave from where they were standing by the door.

“We’ll come check in you later, ‘kay?” Ink said, flashing a grin and a wave before ducking out the door. Finch gave him an unamused look as he disappeared, before turning back to Nightmare.

“Take it easy. We will visit you after we finish work for today.” Finch at least waits until Nightmare gives him a cheery, ‘Bye bye!’, before leaving. Dream watched all of this, happy that his old friend has managed to develop such a support network, before he stood and moved over to Nightmare. Cross almost seemed like he was about to do the usual posturing routine he does whenever he interacts with Dream, but refrained from doing so while holding Nightmare. Which was good; Dream didn’t feel like battling the old grudge of his friend’s datemate at the moment. Right now, Dream’s entire focus was on Nightmare.

“Ready to head home?” Nightmare flashed a giant grin to Dream’s small smile, but neither were any less sincere than the other.

“Yep!” Dream briefly wondered when was the last time Nightmare had sounded so cheery; it had been a while. “But can we stop and get burgers or something before we head back to the apartment? I’m starving!” There was a smattering of laughter from all four of them as they led Nightmare out the doors of his recovery room.

“You can have whatever you want,” Error said, sliding into the open side of Nightmare and taking the other’s hand. “We’ll make a stop.” Dream couldn’t help the fond smile on his face as he watched the three of them walk together, Cross and Error on either side and ready to support Nightmare should he need the help. Despite his reservations about one of them, he had to admit that they were both dearly devoted to Nightmare. It eased his worries about the future; Nightmare would be fine, with all of them standing beside him.

Yes, Dream thought to himself as he signed off on the release paperwork, Nightmare would be just fine.

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It was late at night, a few days after Nightmare’s surgery. Dream was returning to his rooms, after having stayed up until past midnight to finish up on some paperwork. He was quietly making his way through the halls, doing his best to make sure he didn’t wake any of the sleeping occupants, when he noticed a faint light and muffled sounds coming from underneath the door leading to Nightmare/Error/Cross’ common room. He paused outside the door for a moment, listening carefully. It sounded like the tv was on, which aligned with the faint light that didn’t seem to be from a lamp or ceiling light, as well as what sounded like static.

Strangely, he couldn’t hear anything else, no talking or conversation between the datemates. He supposed they must have all fallen asleep watching a show or something. He debated with himself for a moment, before ultimately deciding to go in and turn off the tv. He didn’t want the noise and light to eventually wake up the sleeping trio, and also it would be better if he could avoid power wastage. When he opened the door, however, he didn’t see the three bodies he expected. Instead, he saw only one, and that one was wide awake. Nightmare stared back at him from his position on the couch. The other was lying down, ice pack clutched to his chest, and he looked remarkably tired.

“Nightmare?” He asked softly, not knowing where Error or Cross were and not wanting to wake them if they were sleeping. “What are you doing up so late?”

“Sore,” Nightmare croaked out. “Couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t want to wake my datemates up.” Dream nodded, before stepping into the room and quietly closing the door.

“Do you want some company?” Nightmare’s eyes gave Dream his answer without having to say anything. Dream gave a smile, making a quick turn to grab another ice pack and a tub of ice cream from the freezer, alongside two spoons, before making his way to the couch and sitting near Nightmare’s head. “Here, take this one,” he helped Nightmare swap the old ice pack for the new one, “I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s melted by now.” Nightmare let out a moan as the cold hit his sore chest, relaxing into the numbing chill.

“You are a saint,” Nightmare whispers, resting his head on Dream’s thigh and digging out a scoop of ice cream. Dream gave a tender smile and ran his hand through Nightmare’s hair before turning his attention to the tv screen.

“So, what are we watching?” Nightmare gave a shrug against his leg.

“Whatever was first on when I hit the power button.” Dream rolled his eyes a little at that before grabbing the remote and flicking through the channels. He eventually stopped on the nature channel, figuring it would be entertaining enough without being so entertaining that Nightmare wouldn’t ever get to sleep. The black-haired male let out a few grumbles at his choice, but comforted himself with ice cream.

Much to Dream’s hypothesis and satisfaction, it only took a few episodes before Nightmare drifted off to sleep, sticking ice cream surrounding his mouth and faintly snoring. Dream huffed a laugh before cleaning up Nightmare’s face and grabbing the afghan off the end of the couch, covering Nightmare with the blanket. He fished out the remote once more, killing the tv. His hand had not stopped running gently through Nightmare’s hair and Dream couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face as he looked down at his old friend.

“Sleep well, Nightmare,” he said softly, feeling his own exhaustion begin to settle in his bones. “May you have pleasant dreams this time.” It took only a few minutes more for Dream himself to drop off into sleep.

Both boys slept well into the next morning, still cuddled to each other when they woke.

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“Dream!” Nightmare burst into his office, whining dramatically. “Dream! My datemates are being mean to me!”

“Uh huh,” Dream said, not even looking up from his paperwork and paying on the bare minimum of attention. Nightmare being dramatic wasn’t anything new in his life.

“They kicked me out of the shared bed!”

“Did they, now?” Dream signed off on another form, his voice devoid of any emotion.

“They said I stink!”

“You do.” Nightmare let out a dramatic gasp of betrayal and Dream couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Nightmare, it has been six days since you last bathed. I understand that these are your doctor’s orders but, at the same time, you reek. We will all be grateful once you get the sign off tomorrow; and the first thing you do after getting that sign off better be going and taking a freaking shower!” Nightmare pouted at him, and Dream let out a sigh in response.

“You think I like this?” Nightmare’s voice was distinctly whiny and Dream could already feel a headache coming on. “I’ve been wearing the same bandages for six days! I can feel the grime on me! It’s disgusting!”

“It is only for one more day,” Dream sighed out. “Just one more day; then you can take a nice, long scrub, and cuddle with your datemates, and everyone will be happy again. But until that time,” Dream waved his hand in front of his nose, face curling up slightly, “do you mind?” Nightmare’s jaw almost hit the floor. He stared in disbelief and indignation for a minute or two, before spinning around and marching out the door.

“Ink!” He screamed, slamming the office door behind him. Dream managed to contain his laughter until he was certain that Nightmare was out of hearing range, then it tumbled out of him without restraint.

Oh, Nightmare could be just as dramatic as he remembered. He was rather glad that hadn’t changed in all these years.

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“Well,” the doctor said, looking up from their examination notes. “It appears that I can give you the all clear!” Nightmare let out a ‘Woot!’ and bounced in his chair, until the doctor gave him a stern look and he settled down. “You still have to take it easy. No running, no heavy lifting, no raising your arms above chest level; at least for another week or so. Nothing that’s going to prevent your body from healing itself. But you can finally rid yourself of the compression binder and lift the restriction on showers and baths.”

“Thank the stars above,” Error not-so-subtly whispered behind them. Nightmare spun his head around to give a glare in Error’s direction, but it didn’t last long before a giant grin spread across his face.

“You know what that means?” Nightmare bounced to his feet and, in a split second, his hoodie was off and in the air. “I’m officially shirtless, baby!”

“Nightmare! Put your clothes back on!” Dream immediately got to his feet and snatched the hoodie out of the air, but it was too late to grab Nightmare as well. He just danced around the room, always out of Dream’s reach, chanting ‘no shirt, no shirt’.

“No shirt!” Just when Dream didn’t think it could get any worse, Ink was on his feet and without the top part of his clothes as well. Dream wasn’t sure how Ink had managed to strip his many layers in such a short time, but he had, and was now joining Nightmare in his dancing and chanting. At least Finch had the good sense to not join in; merely hiding his face underneath his hat.

“Well,” the doctor capped her pen and stood up with hardly any sense of urgency. “I think I’ll leave you to handle this.” And then she was out the door before Dream could say anything. Within mere moments of her leaving, Error, Cross, and Finch all sped out the door to join her.

“Wait! Don’t leave me!” Dream tried to get them to stop, but they didn’t even look at him and it was too late. He was the only one left to try and get Ink and Nightmare to put their shirts back on.

It would take quite some time for Dream to grab hold of the two of them and be able to wrestle them back into their shirts; or in Ink’s case, the tattered remains of his shirt. But even when he managed it, the two of them did not stop smiling. And honestly, Dream couldn’t stop smiling either.

For as many headaches as Nightmare gave him, it was good to see him finally enjoying and feeling comfortable in his own body. Dream hoped he’d get to continue seeing it a lot more in the future.

#Dreamswap #DS!Dream #DS!Nightmare #DS!Cross #DS!Error #DS!Ink #Acrossnighterrors #queer platonic Dreammare #just cute babs being cute babs #Nightmare gets top surgery #He's a happy boi #Dream and Nightmare are very close but they aren't dating or have romantic feelings for each other here #They just love and support each other

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sleepyfan-blog · 6 years ago

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Understanding

A/N This is the third part of Outcome: Lunar Eclipse. I hope that you enjoy the fic~ first. second. silliness.

fandom: dreamswap by onebizarrekai

characters: DS Dream, DS Ink, DS Cross, DS Error, DS Nightmare

warnings: cursing, death mention

word count: 2,082

tagslist: @anxiety-is-married-to-depression @angelofthehalfmoon @trainwreck-of-skeletons @hisame-amadashi @therandomskelekey @capisnotonfire

Waning Crescent had frozen up for a couple of moments when one of his long term agents had reported in, having appeared from the Outerswap that they had infiltrated - there was suspected inter-AU criminal dealings that took place within that timeline - with either the tacit compliance via bribery or the royal guard there, or because some of the higher level criminals had gained political influence somehow. "Report, Timan." He also knew that they like to frequent Outer based AUs due to the beauty of the AUs and the fact that there was a lot of space to hide in.

"Full, Half, and New Moon are currently in Outerswap 209786, sir. They have been at Grillbys' for over an hour, and Half Moon has just left to get them a room for the night. All three of them seem to be in various stages of inebriation, sir. At least Full and Half Moon are, sir." Timan reported, their whiskers twitching a little as they spoke.

Waning Crescent nodded and responded "Return to your post, I will investigate further. Do not attempt to capture them, I will be… Observing them. They are highly dangerous when provoked." And he wasn't going to put Comet at risk - especially with that new power of New Moon's… As far as he knew, it could heal… But could it also harm? He had no idea.

"Yes, sir." The rabbit monster responded with a respectful nod, teleporting off after a moment.

Waning Crescent struggled a little bit as he tried to figure out whether or not he should say a quick goodbye to Comet before he left to observe Full, Half and New Moon... But more than one person on a spying mission was dangerous - and while his beloved might want to go with him and the idea of the other being in such danger made his soul freeze in his chest. Instead, he left a note on his desk - as he knew that Comet would go through his desk if the other came to his office and he wasn't in it. Hopefully, he'd be back before Comet went looking for him - as the other would be... Less than happy if he found out that he was doing this without solid back up in place. But there were agents in the timeline, in case things did start to go wrong who he knew would step in to aid him if necessary.

He closed his eyes for a moment as he visualized the outerswap that he wished to go to - creating portals, rather than taking one of JR's cars, as they were highly recognizable. He had changed his clothes - having donned on clothing that matched those who lived in the timeline, along with a cape that was one of the newer fashions - as the cape hid his wings. He was also wearing a hat, to help disguise his face. The dark greys and blues of his outfit weren't to his taste, but as Waning Crescent was going undercover briefly, that was the point.

He sat down at the table next to where F-Angel, H-Raven and New Moon were sitting - at an outside table in one of the busiest taquerias in the timeline, having gone in and ordered a drink and carried it out so that he wouldn't be spoken with by the staff and potentially attract attention from the three who he was observing.

"-and I also made sure to order those chocolate-filled cookies that you love so much, Angel. I know that you've been really wound up ever since we had an encounter with the feathered bastard... And for good reason. You know that you can talk to us about anything, right?" New Moon murmured soothingly, gently holding one of Angel's (since when had his name changed? But Waning Crescent couldn't seem to remember Angel's name being anything else - though it was on the edge of his mind... It was something to think about later. He had some reconnaissance to do) hands in both of his own, kissing the knuckles on the hand New Moon was holding.

"I... I know - and I want to tell you guys! It's just..." Angel sounded close to tears, and his aura was miserable, frightened and uncertain.

Raven (who also used to have a different name, though what it was, Waning Crescent couldn't remember for the life of him) leaned into Angel a little, almost but not quite touching the other, as he murmured quietly "We both love you very much. If you're not ready to tell us, that's fine. We'll wait until you are." Raven's aura was worried and full of care.

"No. I'm going to tell you right here, right now. I’ve been trying to psych myself up for this since… Since you resurrected me, and if I don’t tell you soon, I… I fear that I never will and it could really catch you off guard and I don’t want that to happen.” Angel muttered, a bit of a growl in his voice, as determination filled his aura, displacing some of the distress and fear. “This place is busy and the timeline is neutral… So we should be alright. I mean, we would have been harassed by the flying chicken or his minions by now, right?”

Raven and New Moon both nodded, small smiles appearing on their faces. Both of their auras were filled with curiosity - but only Raven’s was also filled with concern. Raven spoke up quietly “You’re right, of course. It’s not like him to be cautious. Not when he’s full of righteous fury and a legion of brainwashed minions at his command.”

New Moon nodded and hummed a little in agreement, adding after a moment “Which is fucking always by the way. It’s stars-damned annoying. But let’s ignore him for the moment and focus on you and what it is that you’d like to tell us, Angel.”

The monochromatic skeleton - who still had a scar on his face, but both of his eye lights were white, and the scar on his face was dark, rather than red - fidgeted with his hands for a moment “You… You said that after Swan gave you their soul, you used… You were able to use Overwrite in order to bring me back, right?”

“Yes, that’s what happened.” New Moon acknowledged with a nod, and for the briefest moment, Waning Crescent thought that he could see and feel irritated impatience in the other’s aura, but it passed so swiftly that he couldn’t say for sure if that was true.

“So… The Gaster of my timeline originally had Overwrite - and he used it to fuck with all of us. He modified us, the story that our timeline supposedly had - over and over again. I don’t know how long he did it. Eventually Swan and… And the other determined human tried to rebel against him and he punished them for it. He twisted the royal family of that timeline into forgetting them entirely - and more than that, he made sure that they would be unfriendly, and wouldn’t allow the two of them to become family with them. That bastard twisted all of them and I… Chara was able to get me to remember the shattered previous timelines and the two of us together tried to kill the bastard and take Overwrite from him - to change the timeline back to what it once was…” Angel explained, a haunted expression appearing on his face. He stopped talking for a couple of moments, taking several deep gulps from his cup.

Raven’s aura filled with horror and concern - and the normally touch-shy skeleton actually wrapped his arms around Angel and hugged him in tight “I… That’s awful… I’m so sorry to hear that you’ve been through something so shitty.”

New Moon’s aura was filled with curiosity - and a deep confusion - but… New Moon wasn’t horrified, nor was he upset by what the other was saying. He gently patted one of Angel’s shoulders “That… That’s seriously fucked up. I’m sorry you had to go through something like that… So… Overwrite changes people?”

“Not just people. He warped our entire timeline over and over again. We lost all of our colors we originally had … Hell, the only color that remained in our timeline were the pale gold and purple flowers… And the tears or blood that someone spilled… I just… I tried to take Overwrite from him and… And the timeline collapsed entirely. We hadn’t known that the timeline would collapse like that. We thought that if we took it from him, that we - we meaning Swan and me - we could restore our timeline… Something or someone who has been Overwritten? That change stays. Even if the determined human or humans of that timeline resets. It’s permanent, unless the person wielding Overwrite decides to change it of their own free will.” Angel explained quietly “I know that because Swan and the other human tried to Reset after they realized what he was doing - and it didn’t do a damn thing to restore the timeline back to what it once was… He just realized that they had Reset, which allowed him to do more sadistic fucking experiments.”

“I… Holy fuck that… That’s…” New Moon seemed to be struggling with what to say. The other guardian’s aura was filled with fascination and intense curiosity - but not a single iota of worry or distress for his clearly distraught companion. He was making a carefully sympathetic and uneasy face, though. “Hey… I’m not going to go fucking around with timelines no some sadistic whim, alright? The only reason why I used it was ‘cause I couldn’t stand you not being with me.”

Angel let out a strangled sob as he clung tightly to New Moon, sobbing quietly “Th-Thank you! Than-Thank you so much! I… I didn’t think that you w-would become a power-mad tyrant… It’s just that… A-All of this ha-has brought up a l-lot of really b-bad memories…”

Raven leans into both of his companions, surprisingly enough hugging the both of them, despite the other’s touch-aversion. “We’re both here for you, Angel. Both of us love you dearly.” With that Raven pressed a gentle kiss to one of Angel’s cheeks, a hand coming up to gently brush away the tears that were streaming down Angel’s face.

Waning Crescent glanced away from that little display of affection - especially as New Moon gave Angel another cheek kiss as well. The difference in New Moon’s aura to the other two’s was concerning… And the fact that the other guardian had such a potentially devastating power was… Truly terrifying. He had only begun to contemplate what it might mean before he stopped himself. He didn’t want to work himself into a state and potentially reveal himself as an eavesdropper on the trio to… At the very least to New Moon himself. He had hoped to gain some information - but he hadn’t expected to gain quite that much.

Waning Crescent stood up on slightly shaky legs, intending to get out of their potential line of sight - but given how wrapped up in one another the three of them were, the positive guardian doubted that they would notice if he opened a portal. Nevertheless, given the information that he’d been given… He’d need to call in the department heads - as well as ensure that the heads of the regional officers outside of this timeline were warned of just how incredibly fucking dangerous New Moon and his little group had become. He’d need to label them as do not interact at the very least… But how to deal with those who were overzealous and perhaps would wish to impress him by going after such a dangerous set of criminals? Because they could be… Waning Crescent didn’t even want to think about what New Moon could do to them… More than a simple death but far, far worse.

He managed to stumble away from the taqueria and the three of them, ducking behind a house so he was out of their line of sight. It took him a couple of tries to muster up the concentration to open a portal home and stumbled into - not his office, but his bedroom, staggering directly into bed, falling face down onto it and muffled his horrified screams with a pillow, making sure to first activate the sound-proofing spells so that no one would come running to find out why someone was screaming. Waning Crescent only stopped screaming when he passed out, hours and hours later.

#my writing #ocle #ds dream #ds ink #ds cross #ds error #ds nightmare

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damadorias · 6 years ago

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Reprogrammed Minds

Dreamswap belongs to onebizarrekai

warning for violence, swearing and enslavement

Nightmare stumbled through the golden hallways of JR, metallic footsteps approaching fast. “S-shit” He muttered under his breath as he continued to force himself to keep moving. “Cross, Error. Where the heck are you guys?” He murmured under his breath.

“Stop right there, criminal!” a robotic voice hissed, it was Ink’s voice. “SHIT!” Nightmare yelps as a paint projectile was flung at him with almost perfect accuracy. Nightmare dropped to his knees and slid across the floor to dodge it and was just barely successful, narrowly avoiding it by mere inches.

He scrambled to his feet but was too slow. Ink managed to grab his arm and yanked him back. “NO” Nightmare growled and flailed against the strong grasp, but it only earned him a few bruises as his legs kicked against the hard, cold metal legs.

Nightmare’s flailing only further increased in strength when he sensed the familiar, dangerous aura getting closer and closer by the second. “Let me go you tin can asshole!” Nightmare growled but got no response from Ink. In his struggle he briefly glanced over to see a window, he knew that if he could get free he could risk the jump to escape.

His thoughts are cut short when Dream finally arrives. “Good job Ink, now, bring him back to the cells and make sure he doesn’t get out again” Dream said as Ink turned to him with Nightmare still struggling in his arms. “You bastard you- …” Nightmare is shocked to silence at the sight before him, tears pricking the edges of his eyes. “YOU ASSHOLE, WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?! CROSS, ERROR, FUCKING FIGHT BACK!” he yells, his struggling becoming frantic and wild. Cross and Error don’t say anything, they just stare with blank expressions as they stand beside Dream, unable to truly hear Nightmare as the coding in their minds prevents them. “It’s no use Nightmare, they’re under my control now.” Dream says, glancing at Cross and Error as if marvelling over what he had done to them.

“YOU ASSHOLE, YOU ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE!” Nightmare screams, desperately trying to hold back the tears in his eyes as he continues to fight back against Ink’s grip. The adrenaline that filled Nightmare’s body in that moment caused him to have temporary immense strength, and as he thrashed and kicked he managed to make a dent in the metal of Ink’s legs, causing the other to momentarily twitch and let go of him. In the few seconds he had to react, he jumped through the window just beside them. Glass rained down as he fell, but he soon turned his body over and managed to summon a portal. He could hear Dreams dissatisfied voice as he fell through and sealed the portal shut.

Nightmare finally let the tears in his eyes fall, freely sobbing as his legs gave way. The house felt so quiet and lonely without Error and Cross. But there was nothing he could do at that moment, after all, they were now another pawn in JR. Dream had his scientists turn them into mindless, obedient cyborgs just like every other person working in JR. All this so that he could ensure he had control over them so that he could have them hunt down and kill all sources of negativity without question. Dream has turned into an insane tyrant of a leader in JR. But in his eyes, he was doing what he had to, to help the multiverse.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!” Nightmare stood up and punched the wall in a blind rage. “Why… why them? WHY?!” He asked no one, in a distraught tone. He let out a shaky breath. “There has to be a way, to get them to wake the fuck up.” He didn’t want to believe that Cross and Error were lost forever. “Maybe I can hack them, change the coding the bastard planted on them.” Nightmare told himself, thinking about that possibility gave him a small spark of hope. It was enough, enough to motivate him. He knew how to hack, having learned it a while back while on the run. “I can’t just storm into JR after everything that’s happened, so maybe I could lure them somehow? …” He gasps “An idea!” He said aloud. It was risky and stupid, but it was the only thing he could think of, he only hoped that it would work as he pictured it in his mind. But for now, he would have to prepare himself, mentally and physically.

“This is gonna be a real pain in the ass to pull off, but it’s the only plan I’ve got.”

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This is just an idea I had for a dreamswap au. Obviously the canon dreamswap dream wouldn’t act this controlling

#cyberdreamswapau #my writing #tw violence #tw swearing #tw enslavement #I'm probably gonna draw what ink error and cross look like in the au

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faemytho · 6 years ago

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I know you've already got so many prompts, but can we get a Dreamswap fic of CrossError after Nightmare was successfully killed?

owo

dreamswap // onebizarrekai

word count: 503

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Everything was different now.

They could see it in each other's eyes, the way they flickered to check if the other was okay, and then quickly sliding away to hide their concern. It hardly mattered. Both of them knew anyways.

They could hear it in the way they stifled their staggered breathing, raspy and puffy and heavy with grief and tears and pain. How they could hear the other laying awake at night, huddled in blankets away from each other and listening to each other drift off only to startle awake a moment later.

They could even smell it, how the air seemed to rot all around them, pungent and tangy and still with the stench of decay. How neither of them had showered, how they hadn't had a place to live in a few weeks. How neither of them cared to find one.

They could feel it in the absence of the person no longer beside them. How cold it was, how bare. How empty and timid they had become.

How they longed to reach for each other, only to remember that they could never again hold him too.

Nightmare was their everything. And everything was different now.

He was gone.

Their hearts, their minds, their feelings, their memories, and their tears all built and built, a cacophony, a whirlwind of emotion, piling up higher and higher, until eventually, everything fell.

Cross gasped awake, magic flaring in his panic. The warehouse was dark, the blankets too hot, and he kicked them away, trying to still his breathing. He held his face in his hands, hot tears springing to his eyes, guilty tears, ashamed tears, grieving tears.

Even the small whisper of his name made him turn and look in a panic, his magic lighting up Error's face. His friend's glasses were missing, and his eyelids drooped, but he looked worried, sitting there beside him. Error had been there too. Cross could remember when Nightmare brought him home.

Drawn by emotions, he reached out, and Error met him, wrapping arms around him and pulling himself closer. Error had come so far. Error was fighting just as hard as him, if not harder.

He pulled Error across his lap, and Error tucked his head into the crook of Cross's neck, as if the action was one he'd done several times before. The light from Cross's magic began to dim as his breathing slowed, until the warehouse they were borrowing grew dark again.

Neither of them spoke for several long moments, and Cross was thankful. His throat was tightened up with all the tears he was holding back, and he didn't think he could trust himself to speak without letting them go.

Error was trembling in his hold, and he didn't understand why until his shirt was stained with blue tears. Cross let go of his own, letting the tears that had clumped up in his eyes slide down his cheeks, letting out a shuddering breath.

Everything was different now, but Cross still had Error.

#ds

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anomov · 6 years ago

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A commission from @sleepyfan-blog of Pre-Apple Dreammare where they’re exploring their powers! I hope this works as I kinda did it more aura based- And I hope this isn’t too horribly ooc!

I ended up doing Dreamswap Dreammare so I hope this works!

Word Count: 1230 (Originally commissioned for 1000)

DS belongs to @onebizarrekai

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“Dream! Dream!!” Dream had been asleep for the past few hours, and Nightmare was fed up with it now. “Get up!!” Night groaned, shaking the figure in the bed. “C'mon!!” Soon enough, Dream came to, sitting up in the bed and looking at Nightmare with a yawn. “What?” Dream had asked quietly, a small yawn making its way out of his mouth. “I wanna go to Outertale today!” He hummed, sitting up. Dream let out a small groan, before murmuring, “Alright..”

Dream got up and rubbed at his eye-sockets, yawning again before he started towards the kitchen. He and Nightmare lived together- They had for quite awhile now. Night went out to feed Kevin while Dream began to cook. He was usually the one to cook in the morning, despite Night saying that he could. Dream, frankly, didn't trust Nightmare with cooking. He'd never seen him do it but he expected he would end up burning something down.

As soon as Nightmare came back in he moved to wrap his arms around Dream, purring into the tallers shoulder. Dream leaned back into him a bit as he mixed pancake batter, humming to himself. The two had always been rather affectionate with each other- Especially Night. He was always the one to ask to cuddle with Dream, or to go and give him a random hug. Dream had to admit, he did really enjoy the other giving him the affection.

“Pancakes?” “Mhm.” Night could only smile at this, nuzzling into Dream's shoulder a slight bit more. He always loved Dream's pancakes. They were sweet- But not too sweet, and they'd use syrup from the trees outside. Night always enjoyed the time he would spend with Dream- Even if it was just a bit. He really enjoyed when Dream would let him cuddle- He loved cuddling Dream, he was always so warm.. And he always smelt so good- Night loved the way Dream smelled.. He smelt like clean laundry with a hint of something floral and a more masculine scent.

“Hey, Nightmare?” The skeleton was snapped out of his thoughts by Dream. He looked up and let out a soft, “Yeah?” “Want anything in your pancakes?” “No.” Dream nodded, before starting to pour batter onto the pan and beginning to cook. Night still kept his arms around him as he did this. Occasionally the idea of giving him a little peck on the cheek would come over him, but he never actually did- He couldn't go that far, not now.. Night- Loved Dream, dearly- But he didn't want to ruin anything between them.

It took him about half an hour, but eventually, there was a pile of pancakes sitting on the dining room table. Dream and Night sat down and began to eat. The two stayed mostly silent while they were eating- Though Nightmare would occasionally ask Dream something, such as 'how did you sleep' or 'do you want to go to any other aus then Outertale. What he found out through this was that Dream just wanted to go to Outeratale, and that he had a dream about Nightmare and himself- Of which he didn't tell anymore.

After they finished and got ready, they headed out of the small house they shared. Night started towards Kevin, and gave him a gentle pat on the head before heading back to Dream. The two then started towards the multiverse, where they would go to Outertale. They chit-chatted as they walked through Dreamtale and through the Omega-Timeline. They talked about random things, and eventually, the topic got to magic. They hadn't really practised much, though it didn't really see to be either of their things- Other than emotions. They both knew what their emotion auras did, even if they were fairly weak at the moment.

When they got to Outertale, they sat down on a ledge and looked off into space. It was always so beautiful- Dream had to admit he enjoyed the time spent here, especially if it involved Nightmare. The two stayed and stared at the stars for a bit before Nightmare sat up, glancing at Dream. “Hey, we should go talk to someone and see how our powers affect them.” Before Dream could argue on how that was a good idea, Nightmare was already up stating, “Go find Outer Sans, I'm going to talk to the Papyrus!” And with that Night was gone, and Dream was left to find Star.

It didn't take Night long to find Outer Papyrus. He was so much taller than the rest of the people here that he stood out. He was happily chit-chatting with some of the other monsters when Night came up to him. The aura around everyone changed to a slightly more depressing one, though it wasn't overbarable. Even so, Orion- Or, Papyrus- Had turned towards Nightmare with a smile on his face.

Night tried to think up some good conversation starters. So, he started with a simple hi, then asked if he could servery Orion about emotions to see how he was doing. Of course, the papyrus agreed without hesitation. Night asked him simple questions such as what was his normal mood, how did he feel a few hours ago, how did he feel now. He found out that Orion felt slightly worse than earlier but it was nothing too much. Night did find out that his aura had gotten slightly stronger than before, though.

Dream was having a harder time finding Star. It took him about fifteen minutes to find him- And when he did he felt like an idiot. Star was sitting inside of Grillby's, drinking something. Dream hoisted himself up onto a stool next to Star and ordered something to drink before turning to start to talk to Star. He introduced himself before also deciding to ask a few questions like Nightmare.

It was harder to get information out of Star, but not to the point it couldn't be done. Dream asked questions about moods as well, though he got more indecisive answers. Star and him did, however, after the questions, talk more. Star talked about how he was fond of Orion and Dream rambled a bit about Nightmare. Once everything was over he payed for his drink before waving Star a goodbye.

Once everything was done Nightmare and him met back where they had originally sat. It had gotten dimmer in the AU and the stars were shining brighter. It was absolutely beautiful right now. The two sat down and discussed what they had gotten. Nightmare would occasionally play with his magic a bit by picking at flowers with it or grabbing a rock.

Suddenly, Nightmare remembered something. “Oh, while I was out I found this flower..” He pulled a flower out- It was a beautiful flower, dark blue with little speckles of white on it, just like the starry sky. Dream took it, laughing quietly at Nightmare's act of kindness. “Thank you, Nightmare.” He hummed, before pulling the skeleton to his side.

“We should be heading home soon.” Dream murmured to Night, who only gave a small nod, before muttering, “How about thirty more minutes?” Dream nodded, before pulling Night closer to himself. “Sounds good.” He hummed, before laying his head on Nightmare's. They sat there for the rest of that half an hour before getting up and going home, ending up cuddling in bed.

#Commission #Frey writes #My writing #Dreamswap #Dreamswap Dreammare #DS Dreammare #Nightmare x Dream #Dream x Nightmare #Sanscest

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asukamood · 3 years ago

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Check this post to get an explanation on the AT used here.

Dreamswap belongs to onebizarrekai.

You don’t know how depressing it is to check the Drueswap tag on multiple days and see that your post is the most recent one— Anyways, here’s another short one shot because I love them.

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“Blue, is that my hoodie?” Dream asked, already knowing the answer. The man had just returned from one of his countless trials because of Nightmare’s shenanigans. He was in the middle of putting his coat in the entrance when he noticed his husband unceremoniously sprawled on the couch, covered only by shorts and a faded yellow hoodie that looked twice his size.

Said man rolled over to look at him, azure eyes eyeing him up and down. "I'll never get over how gorgeous you look in a suit." He said, completely ignoring Dream's question. How typical of him.

The lawyer rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face still. "You're a dork." He shook his head, finally letting go of his coat and approaching the couch. "You should be eating dinner, so what are you doing?"

The nut-brown-haired man turned again to look at his husband, his lips twitching upward. "I was waiting for you, we still have time anyways." He raised his arms toward him while he was talking, hands opening and closing in Dream's direction. "You did take a while today, I demand an apology cuddle."

"Blue, I haven't changed yet." The smaller one frowned with a pout, which stayed for about a second until a smug look made its way on his face.

"Well if you needed help with that, you should have just asked~" A wink accompanied the sentence, to which Dream's cheeks heated up slightly.

"I don't need help with anything, thank you very much." He was about to leave when Blue grabbed him by the wrist.

"Come on Angel, don't leave me alone again. I'm bored." Blue whined childishly, trapping Dream's arm in his. "I almost died because of the silence you know? So hug me nooow"

"Blue, I'll dirty your clothes-- well, my hoodie, if I hug you right now. Plus you own enough clothes as is, you don't need to steal from my closet." Blue’s hold on Dream’s arm tightened.

“Who cares about that?” He pressed his forehead against his forearm with a pout. “We can always just wash them. Also, I know I don’t need to but it’s not my fault if your clothes are comfortable! Plus they have your smell so wearing them makes me feel like you’re here with me so I don’t feel as lonely.”

Dream felt his cheeks flared up. Goodness, that man was able to say such cute things like it was nothing. A sigh escaped him as he was forced to accept his fate. Throughout the few months they’ve been dating, Dream learned that Blue had a very strong grip and absolutely nothing could make him let go of you once he had latched onto you.

Without saying a single word, Dream laid down next to Blue who grinned and quickly snuggled into his chest. His arms wrapped themselves around his torso and their legs tangled with one another, forming an absolute mess of limbs.

The lawyer let out a small exhale as his head dug into the pillow, one of his arms working on circling the other’s waist as the other ran a hand through his chestnut locks, earning a little purr from the other.

“So how was work today? Not too tiring I hope?” Blue inquired, eyes closing to fully enjoy the experience of Dream petting his hair. Sometimes, he wondered if he didn’t have any cat DNA inside of his body because he sure acted like one at times.

“It was… fine.” The other answered, absently rubbing little circles on the other’s back. “Nightmare set another house on fire is all.”

Blue chuckled at Dream’s hopeless tone, heaving himself higher to press a quick kiss on his lips. “It’s nothing out of the ordinary so why the long face honey?”

The attorney decided to ignore how his face increased in temperature at the nickname or how warm he suddenly felt. “He blew up the mayor’s house this time, that’s why.”

Silence dawned over the room for a few seconds, letting Blue process the information. Once the meaning of the words settled down, he burst out laughing, chest vibrating from laughter as wheezes replaced his usual calm breaths.

“Oh my god-“ He snickered, muffling his amused sounds in Dream’s shirt. “I’m sorry but this is hilarious-“

Dream let out a groan. “You wouldn’t be saying the same thing if you were in my place, that trial was a pain in the butt.” Eventually, Blue’s laughter died down enough for him to say a sentence without getting interrupted by a wheezy breath.

“I’m sure you did just fine, you always somehow win Nightmare’s trials even though you have no case.” He reassured him, nuzzling Dream’s neck now that he was in the right angle to do so.

“The fact I keep winning them is truly a miracle, I have no idea how I manage to do that.” Dream smiled at the action but was so distracted by it that the hand on Blue’s hair stopped moving.

The latter backed away a bit to glare at the other. “You stopped. Keep petting me.”

Dream chortled, bringing him closer again and resuming said petting. At the return of the beloved gesture, the man let out a satisfied suspiration and went back to pressing himself as close as possible to Dream. The sweet scent of vanilla that usually followed his boyfriend everywhere lingered in the air and filled his nose. The smell was pleasant and associated with his beloved so he sure as heck wasn’t gonna complain about it.

Dream couldn’t quite see his face, since it was buried in his neck, but he could feel how happy Blue was which inevitably made him crack yet another smile.

Now, can you guess who are the two idiots in love who forgot about dinner because of how busy cuddling they were?

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ds-nighterror · 7 years ago

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Escape

Take a sequel!

(This was written as a Shiptober prompt. Day 4 was yesterday, part one, and is linked below)

Part One

Part Two (You Are Here)

Dreamswap by @onebizarrekai

Error was so deep in shock that he couldn't even feel the pull of his friend trying to convince him to escape. The thick fog of his mind drowned out Cross's cries and pleads. Nightmare was ACTUALLY gone. Out of all the times they had been captured, this was the time they had known how to kill him. Error felt sick.

"Come on, please, I can't lose you too!" Cross cried out, tears streaming down his face. He had miraculously managed to fight off Ink and stall Dream in a fit of rage, but was now finding himself unable to snap Error out of his grieving. He himself found it hard to stand, but knew he had to, or he would lose everything else.

In a burst of energy, Cross lifted Error, ignoring the glitches his friend gave off as he did so. Error may be uncomfortable with touch, but this was life or death. Cross stumbled off as quickly as he could, grunting with effort. There were screams coming from behind him, but he could not afford to be bothered by it at the moment. By the time he made it to the end of the first corridor, Error was squirming in his arms.

"Do you- think- you can walk- now?" Cross questioned, panting with exhaustion. Error nodded quietly, and Cross gently set him on his feet. "Alright," he took a deep breath, "please dude, we need to keep running, or we'll die too!"

There was a moment of silence as Error said nothing, staring at him as if the thought didn't scare him. He then ran past Cross towards the exit without a word, leaving a trail of tears behind him. With a sigh, Cross followed. They ran quiet a distance before they even began to hear footsteps behind them, but once they did, it was clear their pursuers were hot on their trail. A gasp escaped Cross's mouth as he heard them, and he ran faster, grabbing Error's hand and pulling him with.

They made it to a low window, but spun around as they heard Dream and a few guards barge into the room. Beginning to climb through the window, Cross called out to Error, who froze, facing the enemy. "Error, what are you doing?! This isn't the frickin' time, come on!" With Cross was halfway through the window, Error's knees buckled, and he quietly looked to the floor. Before Cross could even cry out, Error was instantly shot down by a nearby guard, his soul shattering just as Nightmare's had been destroyed as a bone impaled it. With his last breath, Error only muttered a quick 'thank you' before dusting.

Cross cried out, but was quickly forced to leap out the window as a sword came slashing in his direction. His heart raced and he avoided many attacks on his way out, but noticed as they started to slow once he neared the gate. He breathlessly ran through it, pushing away a few guards as he did so. He ran onward, not allowing himself to stop until he was home. As Cross entered the front door, however, all he could do was fall to the ground and cry. Despite Nightmare being gone, he still felt misery. Dream had been wrong, to add insult to injury. Now, two lives were wasted for a cause that meant nothing. Cross had escaped, but had still managed to lose it all.

~FIN~

#Mod Cross #Ds!Nightmare #Ds!Cross #Ds!Error #Ds!Dream #Ds!Ink #Dreamswap #ds!errormare #ds!nighterror #CONTINUED THE ANGST

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secret-time-is-here · 6 years ago

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The truth

Inspired by this picture reblogged onto @onebizarrekai‘s page, the artist is @glitterglitchartist

Warning: Hints of manipulation, warnings of manipulation, somewhat and Stockholm syndrome.

“You don’t need them, you have me,” Blue spoke, tone soft, calming Nightmare. How many times had he heard that? Did it matter? It was true, every piece of it.

How did he even get to Blue’s in the first place? He had had another fight with his “friends”, the people that had been with him for so long were so quick to judge him for being friends with “a manipulator”.

Blue’s hands sat comfortably at his waist, not moving down but not moving up, content to stay there. Somehow, this little touch was comforting. Nightmare was in Blue’s arms, Blue would take care of everything, Blue would help him, Blue would stay with him.

Why was he sad? Why did he feel those small, skin itching tears fall down his cheeks? A hand wiped them away, Blue’s hand, Blue would comfort him.

Nightmare turned around in the embrace, looking into Blue’s eyes, sweet Asgore those eyes. The waves from his calm ocean blue eyes washed over him, calming him even more. Nightmare just sat there, staring as the person owning those eyes chuckled and raised an eyebrow, curious to what the guardian was thinking.

Without warning, Nightmare wrapped his arms around Blue, seeking comfort and touch from his trusted friend. He got it.

Blue snaked his arms around Nightmare, pulling his prey close.

“You belong here.”

Dreamswap belongs to @onebizarrekai

Nightmare belongs to @jokublog

Cross belongs to @jakei95

Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

Blue belongs to the undertale community

#Undertale #Fanfic #DreamSwap Nightmare #DreamSwap Blue #DreamSwap Error #DreamSwap Cross #DreamSwap #Hints of manipulation #Warnings of manipulation #Somewhat stockholm syndrome #The truth #Inspired #my works #My writing

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odderancyart · 8 years ago

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To Save a Criminal

Alright I did the thing. Dreamswap Errotic. I am very tired. It’s eight o’clock why am I exhausted? I hope this was an okay thing to do? Dreamswap @onebizarrekai Underlust @nsfwshamecave

The snow creaked loudly beneath Sans’ feet – it was the only noise except for his own breathing. The chilly breeze kept the temperature of his bare arms, ribs and his face pleasantly cool. Taking a walk through the forest was always the easiest way to handle his heat the few times he didn’t feel like actually taking care of it. Which he didn’t right now, he was too tired from dancing in Grillby’s all night. The area was turning dark; the artificial sunlight was dimming to show the arrival of night. Suddenly a loud crack was heard, and he froze. Trying to figure out where the sound had come from, he continued forward, eyelights carefully searching the area.

A groaning reached him. Not the kind you’d expect to find in the Underground, but rather a pained one. Again, not the kind of pained you’d expect either. Sans frowned as he made his way toward it, proceeding carefully. The Underlust Underground wasn’t exactly a safe place; you never knew who was trying to lure you in. A smarter monster would’ve left, knowing it was most likely a trap, but Sans couldn’t bring himself to do that. It might be someone who was truly hurt.

Stepping through a bush, he gasped at the sight that met him. A monster was lying on the snow, appearing to be passed out. A skeleton. Sans had never met another skeleton than him and his brother in their universe, had been sure they were the only ones left. The monster was black, weirdly enough, with marks that almost looked like tear-stains down their cheek. Extremely different fom him and Papyrus. Yet, undeniably a skeleton. Perhaps they were from another universe?

Sans watched the surroundings carefully as he stepped forward, not entirely sure whether it was a trap or not. Nevertheless, he couldn’t just leave this monster – this skeleton – here. They’d surely freeze to death if they didn’t wake up on their own soon.

Once he was sure no one was going to jump him, he grabbed the other. An electric shock flashed through him, and he stared at the other with wide sockets as they seemed to glitch in his arms, parts of their bones disappearing and reappearing. The monster’s expression turned worried, almost a bit panicked. A bad feeling washed over Sans. The skeleton showed no signs of assault, but most monsters who were found like this had all been through the same thing. Especially when they showed discomfort at being touched. He threw a gaze over his shoulder, once again looking for some kind of attacker.

Better get out of here quickly, he decided. Within the blink of an eye, they were gone.

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Reappearing in their living room, Sans put the stranger down on the couch. He pulled up his phone, pressing the first speed dial on it. Within a few seconds the receiver answered their phone.

“SANS? I’M SEWING WITH UNDYNE, IS IT IMPORTANT?” Papyrus’ loud voice said, forcing him to hold the phone a distance away from his ear. Unconciously, he nodded in reply.

“i think you better come home, bro. i found a skeleton passed out in the woods.”

There were a few moments of silence. Sans waited patiently for his brother to speak.

“I’M ON MY WAY. UNDYNE, I NEED TO GO-“ and the call was over.

Only seconds after Sans had put away his phone again, a mumbling caused him to twitch in surprise. Turning to the newcomer, he sighed in relief as they began to move. He waited patiently for them to wake up and picked out a bottle of mayonnaise from his inventory in the meanwhile. Whilst sipping at it, he them watched in surprise and fascination. They kept glitching. Not as badly as when he’d touched them, but enough for it to be noticeable.

Most of what they said was incomprehensible, but he could recognize a few words, such as “Nightmare” and “guards” and “Justice Reigns”.

He frowned. They couldn’t be talking about the actual organisation Justice Reigns, could they? And Nightmare, as in Lord Dream’s brother and number one enemy? Sans shook his head, snorting out a laugh. Nah. While it was possible this person was associated with the JR, the risk of him having something to do with the negativity guardian was close to zero.

Suddenly, they threw open their sockets. It happened so quickly Sans was hardly able to register it. Their eye sockets were oddly red. They sat up quickly, grimacing in pain, and Sans’ sockets widened as he hurried to his feet. He grabbed the other’s shoulder to press them down into the couch – sitting up so quickly wasn’t healthy – only to flinch and let go as their eyes were filled with words – “ERROR” – and the glitching increased.

“woah,” he exclaimed, holding up his hands. He backed a step. “alright, i won’t touch you. calm down, darling. no one will touch you.”

Hardly daring to move, Sans waited for the other to stop glitching. Slowly, the ERROR-signs disappeared, and they dragged a deep breath. Their eyes met his, and they stared at each other for a few moments before they flinched back into the couch.

Their eyes were wide and their breathing slightly ragged, and Sans felt worry rise, “hey, are you okay, sweetheart? i found you in the forest.”

“W_whERe Am I?” they asked, causing Sans to blink. Their voice was quite odd, to say the least. He smiled his most calming smile, silently hoping Papyrus would come soon. He was much better at this stuff.

“in snowdin,” he replied, taking a careful step forward. When they didn’t flinch again he relaxed, walking to the side of the couch. “or underlust, if you mean universe. the name’s sans, or if you prefer, lust.”

“LuST,” they said slowly, nodding. Then they sighed. “W-weLl. mY FR-fRieNDs aRe PR0babLy d-dEAd nOw. I*m ERR0r.”

“excuse me what the fuck?” Sans – Lust – exclaimed, narrowing his sockets. Had he heard that right? Error sighed again, deeper this time, before shaking his head. In that very moment, the door was thrown open. Papyrus stepped in, his soul glowing through his bare ribs and showing that he must’ve ran the entire way.

“IS EVERYONE ALRIGHT?” he asked, looking between Lust and Error. Lust nodded without taking his eyes of Error. Error was staring at Papyrus, seemingly unnerved. Most out-of-universe-people did when they met the Lust-brothers. Especially when they saw Papyrus, for some reason.

“i think so, bro.”

Once Error had allowed Papyrus to check him over – no touching, of course, Error would almost freak out everytime they accidentally touched him – he tried to leave. Papyrus refused to let him though, said it was too dangerous to teleport, or create portals, or however he travelled when he was still so exhausted and newly awoken. Lust could only grin as Error conceded – no one could tell his brother no. Except Undyne when he asked to be in the Royal Harem.

While Papyrus whipped together some food for dinner, Lust and Error talked. He seemed strangely unconcerned despite what he’d said earlier about his friends being dead. But that wasn’t Lust’s place to ask about, they hardly knew each other. As soon as the food was served, Error got a grimace on his face as he studied the pasta. Lust watched in slight amusement as the other slowly lifted a forkful to his mouth and hesitantly ate it. Error blinked.

“woHA,” he said. ThIS is ACtuAllY go0d.”

“OF COURSE IT IS,” Papyrus replied proudly and grinned. Lust felt his soul swell slightly at how happy his brother looked over the praise and he immediately liked Error better. “IT WAS MADE BY THE GREAT PAPYRUS.”

After dinner, Papyrus told them he felt a little too hot so he was going to Grillby’s. Lust nodded and after him, while Error stared at him in confusion for a little while. Then it seemed to click, and Lust chuckled when he looked a bit horrified.

It was the easiest way to deal with it, rather than to get offended or hurt like he had when he first met someone not injected with LUST.

They sat quiet for a little while before Lust had had enough of the silence. Turning to the other he pointed toward the door with his thumb.

“wanna go to do something fun, sweetheart? it’s getting a little too warm in here for me,” he said, winking at Error and licking his teeth. The other blinked, and shook his head frantically, causing Lust to laugh. “don’t worry. i didn’t actually mean it like that. i’ve got something else in mind.”

Lust smiled as he fell onto his back in the snow, spreading his arms and letting it embrace him. Wonderful. Error sat down next to him, but on a snow-secure blanket they’d taken with them. He wasn’t as resistant to cold as Lust-monsters were, after all. The lights were turned off now, but it wouldn’t be completely dark for long now. He grinned at Error as the first glow fly lit up. Error gasped, staring in surprise. Another lit up, and another, and soon the entire area was filled with glow flies.

“pretty, isn’t it?”

“YeAh,” Error breathed, wide-eyed and smiling. “n0t As PREtty as StArs, bUt aLmoSt.”

Lust gaped at him, eyelights glowing as he turned toward the other.

“stars? you’ve seen the stars?” he asked, and as Error nodded, he sat up and leaned forward. “tell me.”

Error told him. Lust wasn’t sure how long they sat there as the other told him about infinite skies full of lights. Of patterns in the stars named after stories and myths; like a chart of the history of monsters and humans in the stars. Of course he knew the theory. He had read countless books on the subject. But the way Error told him was captivating, and he hardly breathed when the other spoke. His soul was beating erratically in his excitement.

Then the peace was disturbed by shouting. Lust froze for a moment, feeling worry roll in his stomach, before he realized whoever it was was shouting Error’s name. Error interrupted himself in the middle of a sentence, and flew to his feet.

“h~hErE!” he called out, “I*m ov_OvER hEre!”

The sound of footsteps running in snow came closer, and hard breathing. Noise travel fast during night, after all. Lust searched after the source of the sound, and eventually spotted a white dot. The monster’s white outfit shone through the dark, together with the snow.

Once they came closer, his sockets widened and he gaped. Both newcomers looked exactly like him except for the eyelights and clothes. That wasn’t odd, he had met alternates once or twice before. The shocking thing was that one of them wore a circlet with a moon. He looked exactly like the Wanted-posters Justice Reigns put up sometimes. Nightmare.

“You’RE aLive,” Error stated, grinning at them, and the white-clad skeleton rolled his eyes.

“don’t sound so disappointed.”

Error laughed, and Lust stared at the three of them. A criminal. If Error was friends with Nightmare then he’d been helping someone Justice Reigns was after. His soul beat hard in fear. The organisation was working on finding a cure against the Lust-injections, and was much more successful than his universe had ever been. They couldn’t find out. He didn’t think they would stop the project because of it, but he couldn’t be sure.

Nightmare turned to him with a raised eyebrow, and Error gestured between them, “ThIS is LuST. Lust, NIGhtMare aNd Cr0ss.”

“I see,” Lust replied, sounding a little dizzy. The two nodded at him before Nightmare waved his hand. A portal appeared.

“Time to go home,” he said. ”Before this guy reports us to my brother. C’mon.”

Error smiled at him as he stepped toward them.

“thAnK y0u,” he told Lust, who nodded, forcing a smile on his face. He took a deep breath, and winked at the other, making himself relax into old habits.

“i know a way you could repay me,” Lust said, grinning lewdly and letting his eyes travel over the other. Then he snorted slightly at their expressions and waved his hand lazily. “just kidding, darling. it’s no problems. i couldn’t just leave you passed out in the snow, of course.”

The three of them nodded, and Cross stepped through the portal. Just before Error did the same, he hesitated. Lust tilted his head curiously when the other turned to look at him.

“i-I haD fUn,” Error exclaimed. “W-WaNt tO meEt agaIn?”

“Unless you’re planning on reporting us,” Nightmare quickly butted in, staring at him provocatively. For a short moment Lust didn’t know what to say, and then he smiled widely and nodded.

“i’d like that,” he nodded. Then he sent a quick glance at the guardian. “and i won’t.”

Error smiled at him, and took a step forward before disappearing into the portal. Nightmare threw him another suspicious glance before doing the same, and it closed.

Falling into the snow again, Lust stared up at the cave ceiling as glow flies floated around. He wasn’t entirely sure what just had happened, but he was quite sure he’d just helped a criminal escape justice.

Well. Too bad he couldn’t tell this at Grillby’s. It’d make a damn good story. He’d have to do with Papyrus – and that wasn’t bad either, Paps was the coolest.

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