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So I recently found the cat gay panic au from @krossheadquarters and I’m in love! I adore Cross just being in gay panic every time Killer complements him in his cat form lol. Also what if Cross just let the curse consume him, like in a Whisker Away? He just let the curse take over and he becomes a cat and just fully becomes Killers pet while slowly loosing his humanity and mentally becoming a cat as well?

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Decided to draw everyone’s favorite Magical Mosquito from @fairy-verse ! Hope you like it!

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Decided to have fun with the DTIYS from @shynetyme06 hope you like it!

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@fairy-verse I present to you Fairy Fresh!

Some random head cannons and such under the cut!

-Fresh loves the mushroom people because one: they are just the cutest things and two: he loves the bright colors

-bright colors make him feel calm in a way no one really knows why but they do

-Fresh isn’t a fan of skin tight/ revealing clothes he prefers larger and baggier clothes to hide his body

- Fresh’s wings are modeled after a Great Purple Emperor butterfly

-Fresh loves gardening

-Fresh does not know personal space and does sometimes watch people from a distance

-Fresh does talk with the ‘80s slang and sometimes the other Fairy’s can’t understand him so he has to drop the slang

-Fresh is drawn to warm and often fluffy materials and sometimes he might just steal them if no one’s looking

I hope you enjoyed the headcannons!

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This is my idea of how Fresh was ‘created’ in a matter of speaking. I went with the parasite approach for Fresh so enjoy!

Calm.

That was how it had been and was.

That was how it always should have been.

And it was until… a strange noise woke me. A noise a couldnt identify. It sounded loud, I didn’t like that, I didn’t like the noise. And it stopped.

Only for a brief blissful second, before another loud noise took its place. One that sounded like many… things? Yes, many things making a loud noise and seeming… happy? Yes I think that was it, I wasn’t sure I wasn’t sure of anything other than the fear of the noise drawing closer and closer.

Then the noise from earlier happened again but it was closer this time, getting louder with every second. Before it broke. A strange glow flooded into my little area and a strange feeling engulfed my body not an emotion just a feeling around me. I backed into a corner when one of the things making noise walked closer trying to do something to me.

I screamed and ran, a chant in my head forcing me onward. Run, run, run, run. Until I was out of that strange place and found myself basking in a larger glow than what I was in. A large… ball? No it seemed to be a giant stone in the… air? I wasn’t sure and I didn’t care to check.

I ran out of there as fast as I could trying to stay alive fear and instinct keeping me going. Until that strange feeling from the air changed, it felt better, but still uncomfortable. I was surrounded by large things that looked like stalagmites climbing towards the giant stone in the air.

And that’s when I saw it. A strange thing that was sitting there a… strange expression on its face, it looked like the ones that made me run from wherever I was. But it seemed… better in a way? It was more… pretty. I wanted to be with it it seemed so alluring I couldn’t help myself. So I went to the creature.

It saw me and reached out trying to touch me. I backed away hissing at it to assert my claim, but it didn’t listen and grabbed me and held me in the air that expression turning into another one. I crawled over it checking every inch of it to see what it was. It made a strange noise, I think I liked that one. And I went to the area where it made its expressions, where it tried to lift me off to no avail.

And I went in.

The hole where it could make expressions was a bit of a challenge to get in. The creature was making a lot of noise and kept trying to grab me. Even with it fighting back so much I managed to get in and it felt so right and the creature had finally stopped. I blinked and saw much better than before it seemed the creature let me have its body how nice.

~—————————3rd person—————————~

The parasite looked around and blinked. Trying out the new motor skills it had just acquired, gently reaching out and moving his fingers. Two fairies spotted the fairy and flew down to see if their alright only to be met with something different.

“Hello?” One of the fairies asked. “Are you alright?” The parasite drew back and hissed at them defending itself. The second fairy pulled the first one back when the parasite swiped at them acting like a feral animal. “I don’t think that fairy is fully a fairy anymore…” the second one commented. The first one nodded and slowly crept towards the parasite making sure not to scare it away.

“Hey… don’t be scared we won’t hurt you…” the first one said. Slowly and carefully the first one helped the parasite stand and stay standing, only for a few seconds before it promptly fell back down onto the ground and face planting into the grass. The first fairy helped it up again and helped it take a few shaky steps. “He’s kind of like a faerling.” The first one commented. The second one backed away and flew off scared of the strange parasite who took control of a fellow fairies body.

The first one slowly helped the parasite back to the spring fairy village and was thinking up names while they were getting there. “What about leaf? No… that doesn’t suit you does it? You act like a faerling fresh out of the nest for the first time…” the first one mumbled. The parasite locked onto one word the fairy said and tried to say it himself. “Fr…. Frrreeeee….” The parasite said with a screechy voice.

The first fairy perked up and looked at him. “Are you trying to speak? What are you trying to say?” The fairy asked. The parasite struggled to speak until it screeched out. “Freeee… sssshhhhh…. Fshhhh… feeeessssshhh… fffrrreeeeesssshhhh….” The first fairy’s eyes lit up with joy hugging the parasite a large smile on the fairy’s face. “Fresh? Is that what you wanna be called? Fresh? I like that!” The fairy said.

But when they got to the village they were met with hostility and concern. The newly named Fresh clung onto the first fairy like a leech not willing to let go for anything, Fresh stayed close and away from danger. Before another very pretty fairy came up to them and talked to the first fairy where the first one explained what was going on. The pretty one nodded and left with the first one seeming relieved about something although Fresh didn’t know what.

Over the next few weeks the first fairy taught Fresh different things every day, such as learning to walk better, how to dress, how to speak, how to fly, how to eat, and how to properly drink water and not dunk his head into the river and almost be swept away. The first fairy mainly took care of Fresh and showed him how to be a fairy and how to properly take care of himself and not eat his wings (that one happened way too often).

But eventually Fresh finally was able to be a fairy, for the most part. He talked in a strange way and dressed in very colorful clothes, he also fashioned himself a strange pair of glasses made of black glass he found somewhere. Fresh also had a habit of getting into trouble with the animals, such as trying to ride on baby bunnies and almost getting eaten by the mother.

Or that one time when he found a baby bear abandoned in the woods and tried to catch it some salmon to eat but almost got eaten by the salmon instead. Eventually the first fairy, who Fresh found out was named Swap, had to accompany Fresh every time he left the village so he didn’t accidentally die. But fresh also had a tendency to sneak away when Swap wasn’t looking which caused a whole new brand of trouble.

But on one of those occasions when Fresh snuck away to go explore Swap found him taking care of an entire colony of mushroom people. When Swap tried to take Fresh away he grabbed as many mushroom people he could and flew away as fast as he could, he was getting pretty far until he crashed into a tree and dropped all of the mushroom people around him. Swap found him pretty quickly because there seemed to be double the mushroom people around Fresh which made it pretty easy to find him.

After Swap saw how sad Fresh was when Swap had banned him from seeing his mushroom friends he decided to lift the ban and let Fresh go play with the mushrooms which seemed to brighten his mood every day. Eventually Swap did come to see what Fresh was doing with the little mushrooms every day for many many hours and saw that Fresh was building them a little enclosed village which he called ‘coolsvill’.

Swap mainly left Fresh alone when he was with the mushroom people but did check in on his every now and then to make sure he wasnt going to get himself killed. But one time Fresh was gone for a few days and Swap went feral looking for him only for Fresh to show up with an icicle sticking out of his leg and his strange glasses broken.

Apparently Fresh wanted to explore the island more so when he was wandering around he found himself in Errors domain, memories of before he met Swap flooded into his mind reminding him that this is the place where he came from. So he went in and wound up in Errors private chambers somehow, and when Error saw him he freaked out and attacked Fresh with ice. Error did drive Fresh away but also managed to land a good hit in Fresh’s thigh.

After that incident Fresh wasn’t allowed out of Swaps supervision for a while. Or if Fresh did go somewhere Swap would follow along to make sure he was only going to his mushroom village and not back to Errors domain.

And there is my rendition of Fairy Fresh I hope you enjoyed

Is it alright is I wright a Drabble about fairy Fresh? Mainly just some ideas I had about him and such if that’s alright

Of course! You don’t have to ask my permission to write any Fairyverse-related stories, so please, write as much as you want.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊٠ ࣪⭑𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

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Running, That was all I had to do to get away. To be free once and for all. But I never thought I would be free like this, no, I never thought I would be free due to a bloody battle. The image of the disfigured and bloody bodies laying fresh in my… mind? Circuit board? I didn’t know anymore.

Running farther into the unknown land, I believe they called it a forest, I didn’t care, I didn’t have time to think of names. The farther I went the more mist there was, I ran and ran until I couldn’t see clearly anymore. I slipped and fell in the slick mud, trying to stand up over and over only to fall back into the mud.

“Hello.” A voice cut through the mist. I sat up and scooted back I may not be able to run but I can crawl away just enough. “Do not worry friend I mean no harm I can stay with you until my friends come along to help you escape.” The person said. I couldnt move frozen in fear, I shook trying to bring up the courage to talk. “Would you like a story while we wait? My name is Dream by the way friend.” Dream said. I nodded it seemed to be the only thing I could do.

“Once upon a time there was a lush green valley, with a giant tree one bigger than any of those skyscrapers you’ve seen. And it grew these beautiful apples, golden apples and ones as dark as the night.”

And there were two guardians one of the positive golden apples, and one of them was the guardian of the dark negative apples. We shall call them Diem and Nox.

One day strangers from a distant land came to the beautiful and peaceful valley bringing things that the two brothers had never seen before. The youngest brother Diem was amazed by the technology and promise of wonder. But the eldest brother Nox was more cautious of the strangers warning his brother of the dangers the strangers could bring to their valley.

Diem did heed the warnings of his brother for a small amount of time before his mind was whisked away by the wonder of the strangers. The strangers called themselves the Technologia, they brought the promise of prosperity. Nox didn’t trust them, so he kept his distance from the people while he let his younger brother visit the visiting strangers.

The villagers soon found that Diem gave off a strange sort of aura, one that gave positivity and hope to all of those he was around. Nox was singled out and hurt for being the ‘useless’ twin, the one they would turn into a monster.

Diem was young, and he only saw the promise of wonder and amazement. But Nox saw the flaws in the society and the gaps in their ‘promises’ but the villagers decided that it was time to get rid of him. Diem was heartbroken when Nox wasn’t there at the tree when he came back from the village.

The villagers made the ‘split second decision’ to take him in, to help him in his time of sorrow and need. He was taken to the doctors for a small ‘checkup’ they said. They said it wouldn’t hurt, they said they wouldn’t hurt him. They said that I would be fine! They said nothing would HAPPEN!

But… of course they lied. But for now Diems story has come to an end, Nox was taken and experimented on as well. He was taken to a fighting ring where he met his rivals and friends, Killer, Horror, and Dust. Three murderers who were all taken from their homes to fight for entertainment.

Killer was the sharp one, he could run dodge and strike his enemy with more percision than Horror and Dust combined. His main weapons were knifes. A human took over his world and made it reset over and over until he killer got bored. So he killed everyone in his path including the human. When the villagers found him his world was in ruin, when they experimented on him they added an experimental substance called DT.

Horror had a large amount of damage done to his head, which at times made him sluggish and slow. But he made up for it in brute strength and intimidating appearance. His world suffered from a famine caused by an unjust Queen who took all of the food for herself and her people.

Dust was unstable. He was from a world where an evil human took control of his world and reset it when they lost or got bored. Dust murdered everyone in his world, and when the villagers took him they added DT to him.

What they did to Nox? They didn’t give him the same treatment they gave to the others, no they substituted the DT for the juice from the apples the guardian protected. It caused his soul to turn black and his body to seize and jolt, as black corruption spread through his entire body enveloping him and grabbing every wire he could get his hands on.

Absorbing it and adding it to his amalgamation of a body, creating a monster that no one would want to recon with. Oh his first day in the arena he quickly became the new champion defeating Killer Dust and Horror, quickly earning their fear and respect.

But… that wasn’t the end of the story.

Walking into my new room I quickly saw the three fools I had the pleasure of wiping the floor with today. “Well well well… it seems like we get to share a room doesn’t it?” I said. The three flinch and back into the corner, the largest one pressing the smaller two closer to him, trying to keep them safe from me and as far away as possible.

“My name is Nightmare, and you three will do what I say or you will be getting to personally know the floor.” I say. The three cowards nod and watch me as I go to sit down in the chair the room had. They didn’t argue, although I doubt they would want to with my earlier threat.

A few hours of boring silence later it was mealtime, I went forward to the food and had my new appendages help me carry all 4 trays. The largest one, Horror I believe, was watching me like a cat. I sit down and start to eat, the large one looked away and started to focus on the other two in his lap.

I managed to eat 3 out of the 4 trays and chuckled when I saw the three cowards in the corner sleeping, it reminded me of something… something familiar. It hurt to forget, I tried to remember and then it struck me, Dream.

I shot up rousing the large one from his sleep, I run to the door panic rising, I was so focused on trying to get out I didn’t even notice Horror coming up behind me. He touched my shoulder and I tried to get him off of me, I tried to shove him to the floor but he wouldn’t budge. He hugged me, I could feel him tense waiting for something to happen, but what he expected never came.

I hugged back, my appendages sinking back into my body. I collapse into his arms, and that’s when he realized, I was just a kid I could feel it. He picked me up and brought me to the makeshift cuddle pile, I fell asleep a few minutes later.

Years and years passed. But I never got to see my brother, he was never in the audience and he never came to save me.

Little did Nox know is that Diem was stuck, he was stuck in his own personal hell. Producing positivity like a heater, he hated it because he was still aware of everything. Aware that his brother was stuck in a place he hated, and aware that he and his brother were suffering and that there was nothing they could do about it.

Until one day when Nox, Horror, Killer and Dust broke out of the arena. They ran and ran looking for some way to escape and that’s when they saw him. Diem was in the center of town being used like some sort of appliance to be thrown away. Nox ripped his brother out from the socket he was plugged into and took him and the others to safety.

Making sure that they weren’t being followed by anyone or anything. And that’s when Diem woke up, scared and slightly confused on who took him out of his spot, until he heard the familiar voice of his brother from the strange goopy skeleton who had a TV for a head. And now that he thought about it the other three he was with had strange TV heads as well.

But then he realized he also had a TV for a head instead of his normal skull, he started to freak out and scream, he begged for this to be a bad dream. But he never woke up, eventually he came to find that he was in a sort of stasis and that the strange goopy person was his brother and that the villagers had tortured him.

They did find a happily ever after though, one way or another. They went around freeing people from the tyrannic reign of the people who enslaved them, and helping the good people in need.” Dream finished. About half way through the story he helped me up and started to lead me towards a house of sorts where he helped me get cleaned up.

“So what’s your name I don’t think I ever asked?” Dream asked. I fiddled with a pen I found lying on the table infront of us, before I looked at him. “My name is Blue it’s nice to meet you Dream.

And that is the start of my AU! The name is still a work in progress but so far I’m leaning towards ‘Haywiretale’

Here are the Dream and Nightmare(passive-ish) in all of their glory!

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Some mushroom dresses for averse 🍄🍄🍄🍄

I drew Averse in a certain outfit. I’m wheezing my ass off-

What did you do

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I love these two so I decided to make a drabble with these two!

Palette was a budgie.

His parents knew that fact well but they never really liked it. They never really liked it due to one key thing Palette loved to do. He loved to sing.

All day he would sing when he was younger, singing loudly and as proud as he could be. At first Dream and Ink found it cute and something Palette would grow out of when he got older. Buy Palette seemed to never stop singing. So they had to put a stop to it.

“Palette darling you can’t sing anymore.” Dream told the young Palette who was about 6 at the time. “But why Dad? Why can’t I sing?” He asked. Dream sighed and hugged him tightly making sure he was safe and secure. “Because Palette singing is dangerous it can attract bad things.” Dream lied to the child.

Palette gasped and hugged his Dad tighter wanting to stay safe in his warm L̶o̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ embrace. And with that simple rule Palette never sang, but Dreams wings seemed to grow smaller whenever he was around Palette after he made the rule. But he was just happy that the house was finally quiet.

But this rule proved to be a small problem just a few days later. Palette had just woken up he was heading downstairs while Dream and Ink were in the kitchen making breakfast. They were making pancakes and had the radio playing a popular song in the background. Dream and Ink were singing along and having fun while making the delicious pancakes when… “STOP STOP! Danger! No sing! Stop!” Palette screeched.

He grabbed the radio and threw it across the room covering his ‘ears’ as it smashed against the wall. Let’s just say that the two parents weren’t very happy with their child. “What in your right mind made you think you could do that!?” Dream exclaimed.

“You ruined a perfectly good radio!”

“What’s wrong with you!”

“Why did you freak out over the radio!”

They kept screaming at him. Question after question, none of them they expect him to answer. “So Palette what’s your reason for destroying a perfectly good radio?” Dream questioned. Palette hiccuped and tried to keep his tears from falling. “S-singing… singing is bad… brings danger… the rule… r-radio made you sing… so radio bad…” Palette explained.

And then like a switch had been flipped it all made sense to them. “Oh Palette that rule doesn’t apply to us. We can fight the bad people who may come because of the singing but you can’t. So you can’t sing because it’s too dangerous for you. Plus you can’t control your volume, we can so we can sing but you can’t kiddo.” Ink explained. Dream agreed with Ink and patted Palettes head and sent him to his room to go think about what he’s done.

But Palette found a loophole to the singing rule just a few years later when he was 8. When his parents left for missions he knew that they were going to be gone for hours. So he took advantage of the situation and after about an hour or so Palette would sing to his hearts delight about anything he dared to.

This went on for a few months until his parents came home early and saw him singing while mopping the floor. “PALETTE!” Dream screeched. Palette dropped the mop and turned to his Dad his joyful singing coming to an abrupt stop. Later that day after dinner they explained why the rule was so important( S̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶d̶ i̶d̶n̶’̶t̶ I̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶l̶i̶s̶t̶e̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶s̶i̶n̶g̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶ l̶l̶ ̶d̶a̶y).

They showed him pictures of the bad people who could come and get him while he was singing, they explained that his singing, because he was a child of two gods, created a beacon to all of the bad guys they face on a daily basis. “So that’s why singing is bad?” He asked. His parents nodded and turned on a movie, but changed it to a non musical like movie due to Palettes request.

Many years later Palette was 13 and was doing fine without singing, he never really even thought about singing anymore due to it being taboo in the house. His parents were out on a mission when he heard a knock on the door. He opened it and saw a package at the door, he took the package inside and opened it with the box cutter making sure to be safe as to not damage whatever’s inside.

When he opened it it definitely wasn’t what he was expecting. “It’s empty?” He said to himself. He shrugged and thought it was just a prank, he was about to go back to his daily chores when something emerged from the box and dragged him into it. When he emerged he was tied up and faced with the bad sanses, all looking even more menacing from the photos his parents showed him.

“This is going to be our bargaining chip boys try not to damage him too much.” Nightmare said. One of them, Killer from how there was black tears streaming down his face, went behind him and got a sharp large pair of scissors and was about to clip his wings when. “Hey boss? I can’t clip him!” Killer said. Nightmare spun around and went to Killer. “And why not? Is something wrong with his wings?” He asked.

“It’s not that there’s anything wrong… it’s just that his wings have already been clipped?” Killer said confusion in his voice. Nightmare took a look and came to the same conclusion, “Talk child! Why have your wings already been clipped!” He demanded. “My parents didn’t want me hurting myself when I was little so they clip my wings every year so I can stay safe and not hurt myself while flying.” He explained. “Don’t you do that with your gang?” He asked like it was a common question.

Nightmare scoffed and threw Palette into the dungeon making sure it was a decently hospitable room, he even made sure it had a bed in it for Palette. Palette sat on the bed and waited for his parents to come get him, it’s not like there’s anything else to do.

The first day was nothing special, he was locked in a room with nothing to do all he could do was sleep, wait, and eat the scrawny meals they gave him. He just hopped his parents came for him soon.

The second day was pretty much the same as the first, wait, sleep, eat.

After two weeks Palette was starting to get worried, what if his parents never came to get him? He just hoped that they would come soon.

2 months had passed since he was captured and his hope was starting to dwindle, he knew his parents would come. He knew they would.

Wouldn’t they?

At the 6 month mark Palette was losing hope fast. And with nothing better to do he started to quietly sing hoping it would show his parents where he was. He forgot just how nice it was to sing, last time he sang his parents grounded him for 3 weeks. But singing felt strangely nostalgic and comforting.

After a year Palette had lost hope in his parents. They weren’t coming for him and everyone knew it, no pint I’m hoping that something would happen when it’s obvious it won’t. So he just stayed on the bed and sang to himself, keeping his own morale high was much more important than wishing for death.

Preening also became a common practice for him now that he was on his own. He didn’t have anyone to do it for him so he had to do it himself, he wasn’t that good at it but it did the trick.

But above the dungeon Nightmare and his gang we’re discussing different topics. “What are we gonna do with the kid boss?” Killer asked. The others murmured sounds of agreement and became quiet again after a few seconds. “T’ be honest boss.. th’ kid isn’t able t’ do anythin. He ain’t a threat…” Horror muttered.

Dust nuzzled him and held his hand making sure to comfort his mate for being so brave. “I’m aware that he’s harmless Horror I just don’t know what to do with him.” Nightmare said as he massaged the bridge of his ‘nose’. “What if we take the kid in?” Asked Cross.

Everyone looked at him like he was crazy. “Hear me out! We could teach him how to be our weapon! He could fight against the stars! Or he could even help with some of the more unpleasant chores like cleaning the bathroom!” Cross explained. A couple of the bad sanses shrugged and kept their eyes on Nightmare while he made his decision.

“I agree with Cross on this one.” Nightmare said. “WHAT!?” Killer shouted. Nightmare sighed and explained that making Palette one of them would be beneficial, Palette could help with chores, they could teach him how to fight, and he could be a spy for them.

Palette was sitting in the room singing to himself when Cross came in and escorted him out to the training grounds. “I’ll be teaching you self defense today.” Cross said. Palette got ready and their first sparing match started, Cross was a trained soldier he had the upper hand but Palette didn’t do half bad for his first time.

After that Palette helped Horror cook dinner, the dish was steak with asparagus and mashed potatoes. Palette was a very skilled cook much to Horrors surprise, he mostly expected Palette to have a hard time cutting the garlic and onions. Bit what annoyed and surprised him the most is that Palette gave everyone equal servings, except himself.

“You need to eat. Such little food isn’t good for you.” Horror muttered putting larger portions of everything on Palettes plate. Of course Palette tried to stop him but to no avail, Horror ended up putting a similar amount of food on palettes plate just like everyone else.

After dinner he was lead to a decent room with a nice bed, this was going to be his new room. His eyes lit up and he hugged Nightmare tightly chirping non stop a smile on his face and his wings fanned out and slightly flapping happily. Palette sang his thanks to Nightmare with every ounce he had, he fell into his bed and very quickly relaxed and started to drift to sleep.

Nightmare stood next to him and gently pet his head as Palette drifted off. “Goodnight Palette, sleep well for tomorrow.” Nightmare said. Palette shifted and gave soft chirps at the gentle touch. “Night Unclemare…” Palette muttered before he fell asleep fully.

Nightmare smiled a little and kissed the top of Palettes forehead making sure he’s tucked in. He doesn’t have to worry about anything Dream or Ink said to him anymore.

This is Palettes true home.

"Uncle Mare!"

[darkapples13]

This is a continuation of a previous post I did which I’m calling based off of @forgettingcrowbin idea where Nightmare takes in Palette

The Chronicals of Nightmare and Palette

Chapter 2: Dinner Time

When Palette woke up he wasn’t sure if what happened was actually real or if it was a very civid dream. But when he shifted around in a nice soft bed covered by a full blanket he was sure it wasn’t a dream anymore. He sat up and saw a gift box on the end of the bed.

He was cautious in opening it but when he did he was pleasantly surprised by the gift. It was from Killer and inside the Box was a new pair of clothes, a dark purple shirt with a green jacket, and a pair of black ripped jeans.

He put them on and walked out of his room only to find Horror about to knock on his door. “Oh heh Horror what’s up?” Palette asked. Horror smiled and took him to the dining room where breakfast was all set up.

Palette sat down and they all started to eat breakfast, but Horror made sure that Palette had enough to eat and maybe even a bit more than enough. Since it seemed that Palette didn’t want to take larger portion sizes than ones that would be meant for little kids. So the next few days Horror made sure to serve Palette serving sizes that fit him.

Eventually this became the entire routine for them and Horror would serve Palette the correct amount before letting the rest of breakfast continue. But other than breakfast time together nothing really happened with the others and Palette during the day.

Sure they maybe Interacted at lunch or dinner but rarely any time in between those meal times. Palette mainly stayed on his own in his room just drawing or reading one of the books Nightmare gave him. He tried to help out with chores a few times but it always ended up in confusion so he just stopped trying to help and stayed in his room most of the day.

But that changed when Nightmare and the others had to go on a mission and Palette was left home alone. So he decided to do the chores that weren’t already done and to make the most of the day. He cleaned the bathrooms, did the dishes, mowed the lawn, fixed up the training dummy’s etc. So that was mainly Palettes entire day except for when it came to the end of his cleaning spree.

Palette looked at the time and saw that it was almost 6:00 so he decided to make some dinner. Spaghetti carbonara to be exact, he made sure that they had all of the ingredients for it first and then started to cook. He chopped up the bacon, mushrooms, and zucchini. Then he made the sauce.

He boiled the pasta and put the cooked pasta into a separate pot of similar size. He added the sauce and the vegetables and the bacon into the pasta. He mixed it around and added cappers into the pasta, not too many but just enough to add a pop of flavor into the pasta dish.

He then set the stove on low heat to keep the pasta warm while he started to make a lemon pie and he used the left over egg whites from earlier to make the meringue. After the pie was done he popped it in the fridge and started to work on making some garlic bread.

He just made fancy garlic bread like the way you see it in restaurants and added a crap ton of cheese on top of it. He was just setting the garlic bread on the counter when he heard one of Nightmares portals open up. And when the others came into the kitchen and saw Palette they were at a loss for words.

“How did you do this..?” Horror asked as he looked at the spaghetti carbonara. Palette shrugged and stirred the pasta around. “I figured you guys would be hungry after your mission so I decided to cook after doing the chores.” Palette said simply. Palette served everyone a nice large portion of food, he even gave himself a decent portion much to Horrors delight.

After dinner Palette went to his room where he tried to go to sleep after a nice long day. But it was going to be one of the nights where his body wouldn’t let him sleep no matter how hard he tried. So he just laid there in the dark waiting for him to eventually drift to sleep.

About an hour later he still wasn’t falling asleep and Nightmare came in to check on him. “Why are you still awake child? It’s midnight and you should be sleeping after all of the work you did today.” Nightmare said as he flicked on the light. Palette shrugged and sat up feeling restless. “It’s just one of those nights where your brain feels like it’s never going to shut off.” Palette explained.

Nightmare left the room and came back 5 minutes later with a children’s book in hand. “You need to rest for tomorrow Palette so I’ll try this method that I do with dust sometimes.” Nightmare said plainly. Palette laid back down and watched as Nightmare flipped the book open to page one and started reading.

“One upon a time there was a fluffy bunny. This bunny liked to play games with his friends. One of his favorite games was hide and seek. But his friends had grown quite tired of this game navy’s they were never able to find him.” Nightmare read. “But maybe this time with your help you’ll be able to find fluffy bunny in his…” Nightmare kept going.

Palette slowly drifted to sleep as Nightmares voice gets slowly droned out more and more the longer he reads. Eventually Palette finally falls asleep and starts to lightly snore the exhaustion finally taking hold of his body.

Nightmare pats the child’s head and ticks him in making sure that Palette is fully covered with the soft blanket. He turns off the lights and utters a single “good night.” To Palette before he leaves and closes the door behind him making sure it was quiet as to not wake him.

And the only thought that crossed Palettes mind before drifting off to sleep was.

Maybe this is my home?

Drawing of the clothes Killer gave Palette at the beginning

[darkapples13]

WARNING!!!!

People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.

Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

[darkapples13]

I’m so glad you like it! I was wondering if I could keep this idea going as short chapters? I adore this idea and I don’t think Palette gets enough attention on his own anyways so this idea made my writers brain start working. Again I’m so glad you like the story!

Au where Nightmare kidnaps Palette but nobody comes for him because Dream and Ink were too busy to notice him in the first place. Nightmare becomes a dad to another skelly.

[darkapples13]

A Drabble for this idea!

“We’ll be back soon kiddo!” Dream said with a large smile. Palette hugged his Papa and watched him and his Dad leave to go protect the multiverse like every day. He went to the kitchen to see what food they have only to step in a large puddle of what Palette assumed to be ink.

Palette huffed and went to go grab the mop to clean up his forgetful Dad’s puddle again. But when he got back to the puddle it seemed… more menacing in a way? Palette wasn’t quite sure, so he just carefully started to mop it up before he was snatched by a large tentacle emerging from the puddle.

Palette was sucked in and was faced with Nightmare and the Bad Sanses face to face. Nightmare chuckled darkly down at the young skeleton a menacing grin on his face. “So boss, what’s the plan? What are we gonna do with this godly brat?” One of the bad sanses asked, he had large goopy tears running down his face so Palette assumed that this one was Killer.

“We’re going to use this little brat as a bargaining token for Ink and Dream, that way we have more leverage in getting what we want Killer.” Nightmare explained. So it seemed like Palette guessed right, Papa showed him pictures of the people who badly hurt him so Palette knew who to look out for if he was ever lost in the multiverse.

Palette mainly tuned out the back and forth banter between the Bad Sanses and mainly focused on different ways he could trick them into letting him go. But it seemed Nightmare had other plans and threw him into a cell with a solid steel door. Four bare and dull stone walls, a rickety old bed that looked like it could fall apart at any second, and a pillow that looked like it had given up all hope on life.

Those things made up the bulk of his surroundings. There were smaller items like piles of dust, scratches on the walls, door, and floor, and a scraggly blanket that looked like if a rabbit wolf had torn it limb from limb. “This is gonna be a fun next couple of days.” Palette mumbled to himself.

Day 1

Day one wasn’t too bad. Mainly it was wake up, wait around and make drawing on the floor in the dust, stay away from the rusty nail sticking out of the floor, wait some more and eat a scrappy meal they called ‘dinner’. Which mainly consisted of mashed potatoes, half of a hamburger patty, and a glass of water.

Palette ate them just to stay energized for when his parents came to get him.

Day 2

Day two was pretty much the same routine except that he had to restart the dust drawing he was doing half way through due to a sneeze. Dinner wasn’t much better from last nights. Mainly consisting of green beans, a piece of dried chicken, and a glass of water.

Week 2

So it was the start of week two for Palette but he could give up hope just yet! He knew his parents would come eventually! They we’re probably just gathering a mob to come and help break him out of here. But the routine was pretty much the same as every day he had been here. Draw, stay away from the nail, hope, eat.

Palette just hoped that they would come soon he didn’t know how much more he could take of this.

Week 5

Palette has been here for a little over a month. What’s taking his parents so long to come for him? Palette starts to pace around. What if their just really busy fighting that Error guy Dad keeps talking about? Yeah that must be it. Their fighting Error because he’s defending Nightmares base! Palette paces faster.

They must be super busy trying to get to me right now. They must be so worried that they can’t wait to see me again. Palette doesn’t look where he’s going anymore. He keeps imagining his parents desperately trying to get to the castle to save him and make it home with him safe again.

And he steps on something very very sharp. And Cross who is currently on duty guarding Palettes cell hears something he never thought he’d hear a child of Dream say. “!?@$! I STEPPED ON THE NAIL!” He cried out. Cross slightly jumped in surprise when he heard Palette, a very quiet kid that never said anything to them ever, swear loudly.

Cross went upstairs for dinner and explained what he heard. “I heard the kid swear! It wasn’t one of the phony ones either like ‘crap’ or ‘fudge’, no it was a full blown swear word at the top of his non-existent lungs!” Cross explained while munching on his steak.

“He… swore?” Asked Horror. Cross nodded his head rapidly. “What did the kid swear about crossy boy?” Killer asked. Cross shrugged and kept eating. “Something about stepping on a nail? I dunno.” Cross replied mainly focused on the meal In front of him.

That night for dinner palette got a mostly Burt roll with his dinner Curtesy of Killer.

Week 6

Palette hadn’t moved that much this week due to him stepping on the rusty nail. He was curled up on the bed shaking uncontrollably like a leaf in a hurricane. He hadn’t even touched his dinner from the last few days, which worried everyone. Even Nightmare, who normally didn’t really care about that kind of stuff on it’s own.

But when they got the tray back from the cell and it was still filled with food everyone got worried. Palette had never missed out on a dinner time, not once had he not eaten. And this whole situation stressed out Horror the most. So Nightmare was fed up with this nonsense and went into the prison cell only to find the brave boy normally sitting on the floor or standing bravely to be huddled on the bed like a scared child.

“Speak child, why have you been skipping on the meals we give you?” Nightmare demanded. Palette shifted to a semi upright position and Nightmare could feel the pain radiating from him. “B-bones just hurt that’s all… I’ll be fine in a b-bit… not like I can really die after all… my body will flush out the tetanus out eventually…” he muttered.

“Cross mentions that you swore quite loudly when you stepped on a nail a few days ago is that correct?” Nightmare asked. Palette chuckled and nodded slowly, laying back down onto the bed with a rush of relief following the rush of pain coming from his body.

Nightmare walked off and locked the door behind him when he left the room. Heading to the kitchen and grabbing a few different small and soft foods from the shelves. “Boss? What are you doing?” Horror asked. Nightmare grabbed a pack of crackers and faced him. “The boy stepped on a rusty nail and got tetanus, I can feel the pain radiating from him every time he moves. So I’m getting him some soft foods to eat.” Nightmare replied.

Horror moved out of the way and let Nightmare do his thing with the child. Not wanting to interfere.

Month 4

Palette has been locked up for four months and his hope is fading fast. After he stepped on the rusty nail Nightmare made sure to remove it so something like that didn’t happen again. Although he did enjoy Palettes suffering he needed the boy to stay alive and couldn’t risk him getting tetanus again.

But something changed. It was the second week of the fourth month Palette was kept there and Cross could have sworn he heard the kid mumbling happy birthday to himself. But Cross shrugged it off and only mentioned it at lunch because he thought it was funny.

But the others didn’t really seem to think so. “We’ve kept him here for months! I don’t think his parents are going to show anytime soon boss!” Killer complained. Nightmare nodded and kept eating. “Should we get him a small cupcake?” Horror mumbled to himself. Nobody really paid him any mind because they knew not to mess with him when it came to giving people food.

“Dream and Ink aren’t going to show so theirs no use in treating the child like a prisoner anymore. And since Cross overheard him singing happy birthday to himself we could surprise him with a spot at dinner and an actual room to himself.” Nightmare explained.

And when Nightmare gave the word they all got to work. Killer and Dust worked on the room while Horror worked on the cake and dinner. Cross kept guard to make sure that everything seemed like a normal day to Palette. But Palette definitely didn’t expect for Cross to escort him upstairs and to the dining room where there was an extra seat.

“Horror insisted you ate with us tonight.” Cross explained. Palette just simply nodded and waited for everyone to begin grabbing their food. While everyone was fighting over the biggest piece of steak Palette went right past it and grabbed one of the smaller and more scraggly ones of the bunch.

Palette gave himself a small amount of veggies and one of the smaller rolls as well. But the small amount of food didn’t last long under Horrors watchful eye. Palette was about to tale a bite out of his mashed potatoes before Horror globbed a bigger portion onto his plate.

“I-I don’t really need that much!” Palette tried to explain, but Horror didn’t want to hear any of it and just kept putting larger portions of the veggies and a larger steak onto his plate. Palette didn’t argue and just kept eating his food in silence while everyone else was talking about funny stories and random things.

When everyone was finished Palette was ready to be taken back to his cell to wait some more for his parents to arrive but Cross never got up to escort him. Instead Horror got up and brought over a cake with a candle on it. Palette just thought that it was someone else’s birthday that they were celebrating and that’s why he was brought up.

But imaging his surprise when the cake was placed infront of him and the cake had ‘Happy Birthday Palette’ on it in green frosting. “F-for me?” Palette asked. Horror nodded and patted Palettes head. “But why…?” He asked.

“Crossy boy over there heard ya this morning kid!” Killer explained. Palette slightly blushed and looked down at his feet. “So we all decided to chip in and get you a gift which we’ll show you after cake.” Nightmare explained.

After cake just like Nightmare said they showed him the gift. “A room? For me?” Palette asked. Nightmare nodded and led him into the room. “But why? I’m not a member of your gang?” Palette said confused.

“It’s not like your parents are going to come anytime soon so we figured we’d give you a batter room than a dirty prison cell you could get tetanus in again.” Nightmare said plainly. Palette looked away and nodded a small smile creeping onto his face.

Maybe this could be his new home?

Au where Nightmare kidnaps Palette but nobody comes for him because Dream and Ink were too busy to notice him in the first place. Nightmare becomes a dad to another skelly.

[darkapples13]

I adore your Greek gods AU! I love mythology in general so I thought up a little Drabble to see what would happen next! I hope you enjoy!

Anger couldn’t even begin to describe what Dream was feeling right now. Or maybe it could? Dream didn’t care all he knew is that his husband had been sleeping with a nymph! Although marriage isn’t always a cap for relationships among gods. Look at Lust and Error for example, Error was married to Lust but the feelings weren’t mutual so Lust decided to stay with Fell.

Dream always felt so bad for Error. But sorrow isn’t the emotion Dream was feeling at Nightmare currently. He went to his bed and decided to take control of Nightmares position for a while. Let his ‘faithful’ husband think about what he’s done for a while. So Dream took the throne and started to do the activities that Nightmare had written down in case someone needed to take control of his kingdom for a while.

And Dream had started his first day as the temporary king of Nightmares realm. It wasn’t too hard surprisingly, mainly he had to keep the gates to Tartarus locked and Serberas fed. Dream was decently surprised at how much the three headed dog ate. The first while wasn’t too bad and Dream actually got pretty used to his new position and finding rhythm in his new routine. He even started a small garden, not one that could grow food mainly for decoration.

But this realm was really starting to take shape and become more welcoming to him. Maybe he should just settle down and relax in Nightmare’s domain more often. But work has to be done and that is what Dream did. Work was of utmost importance for Dream with his new role.

About 10 or so years had passed since the argument and Dream had gotten quite accustomed to his new role. So much so that he might have forgotten about his husband for 10 years. It wasn’t Dreams fault completely! At least that’s what he told himself to make him feel better. Dream had been extremely busy taking care of his new realm that he might have forgotten about his husband.

That was until Dream had found some free time in his daily activities and decided to go take a walk around the castle. A nice relaxing walk was just what he needed right now after dealing with some particularly difficult souls fighting with some others about who would overthrow him. Nothing happened of course since Dream got there right as they were in the middle of an argument.

And this walk would do wonders for him right now. That was until he walked into a part of the castle he hadn’t been in in many years. He couldn’t really remember why he had left this area alone for so long or why there were so many vines everywhere. So he decided to take a nice look around and see what his magic had created in this space.

It was covered head to toe in bright and beautiful yellow flowers of all kinds. With vines growing all around the room sprouting beautiful dark purple grapes in abundance. And another thing growing in abundance was strangely enough, mint. Dream hadn’t grown mint in such a long time and it brought back some memories that he had seemed to have forgotten. But the thing in the middle of the room was the strangest one of them all.

A large cocoon like structure made out of his vines protecting, or maybe covering? But Dream could feel a very faint amount of energy from the large cocoon of vines, a type of energy that was oddly enough, very familiar. So Dream made the vines retract and leave their thriving cocoon form and reveal what was on the inside. And it startled him what he saw, because he completely forgot about who he saw inside.

“Nightmare?” Dream whispered to the still figure. He didn’t move which worried Dream beyond his ability to worry. Dream grabbed his husband and rushed him to their room making sure to take extra care when placing him on the soft bed. He ran to get some Nectar and Ambrosia to help heal him.

Dream internally yelled at himself for leaving his husband stuck in those vines for 10 years and not giving him a single passive thought. Dream barely left Nightmares side after he found him, only really tending to his important duties and keeping a close eye on Nightmare. Which proved to be useful at times, such as when Nightmare made a fuss in his coma like state and Dream had to feed him some nectar.

Or those times when Nightmare would make small wriggles and twitches like he was still trying to wriggle out of the vines he was trapped in. Eventually Dream had managed to calm him down every time Nightmare had experienced well, one of these nightmares. Dream made sure to keep a close eye on him when Nightmare was experiencing lots of discomfort or distress from the night before. And eventually he did wake up, confused and dazed but awake and well nourished.

“What..?” Nightmare rasped out looking around the room. He slowly sat up and looked around still confused and dazed thinking that this was another one of his strange dreams. “I see that you’ve finally woken up.” A familiar voice comments. Nightmares head snaps to the sound and his sockets well with tears before he wipes them away trying to remain calm. But Dream didn’t care about keeping composure, no he just wanted to apologize for trapping him in those vines for 10 years.

“Dream… I’m so sorry please find it in you to forgive me…” Nightmare apologized. Dream hugged his husband keeping him close and safe making sure that Nightmare wouldn’t feel like this was just a dream. “I forgave you a long time ago, but it seems that I didn’t even realize I forgave you.” Dream said. Nightmare started to break down into sobs and soft hiccuping, burying his head into the crook of Dreams neck.

“How long was I..? Nightmare sobbed out. Dream froze but had to answer Nightmare eventually so he said the truth. “I trapped you in there for 10 years. I’m sorry Nightmare, I’m sorry.” Dream confessed. Nightmare pushed away in shock and confusion looking horrified about what Dream just said.

Of course it took them a while to be back on speaking terms but it did happen eventually. Mainly it was the flowery efforts of Dream who made sure that Nightmare woke up every morning covered in bright and beautiful yellow flowers. And of course Dream didn’t escape the palace for a while just to show that he wouldn’t do it I’d Nightmare wasn’t up for the chase. Of course things would have to be moved around for Dream to help since he insisted Nightmare shouldn’t have to do his duties alone anymore.

The two did make up but every time Dream summons his vines Nightmare flinches. It’s not that noticeable but if you look close enough you can see him flinch every time the vines move quickly or in and unexpected manner. Dream tried to make Nightmare more comfortable around them but it has never really worked and they just live with that small quirk.

Hope you enjoyed reading! And keep it up with the Greek god AU it’s amazing!

Marital affairs.

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ZUUUUU THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!! I JUST HAD TO DRAW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN NEXT!!!!

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Original nightmare by jokublog

Original Dream by jokublog

Greek gods au by meee!