#I hope it wasn't a nightmare

[catzy88]

Le Bien Qui Fait Mal

Or, Salieri's descent into bisexual crisis and BDSM madness

[ancientschampionau]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Starcrossed

Here we go! the next Drabble :D @spotaus

As the poll ended it gave me two options and I wanted to write a Cross POV. So. Starcrossed :D

First: here Prev: here Next: here

Timewise?

We are about... a Month and like three weeks in. So a month of Nightmare being alone. Three weeks of him being with the gang. about a small week after Killer soul-adopting Nightmare (with Dust adopting Nightmare in the first week as the madlad he is).

Okay? We good timeline wise? okay.

As always, unedited and unbeta'ed. This is not ever going to change unless i one day decide to make a full story of these drabbles and add extra stuff and change the chapters up.

Anyway!

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Cross rubs his face as he continues to walk "Dust."

Dust just hums to let him know he heard.

Cross shoots him a look "He has legs. he can walk." with he, Cross obviously means Nightmare.

Dust doesn't even look at Cross or look in anyway surprised by that sentence. Instead he just keeps walking as he holds Nightmare in his arms "I know."

Cross stares at him but Dust doesn't continue to speak.

He groans "So why isn't he walking?!"

Dust shrugs and instead bounces Nightmare up a bit to enable Dust to have a more secure and stable hold on Nightmare.

Nightmare for his part does not look bothered as he just relaxes against Dust as he looks back over Dust's shoulder and watches other people go about their day.

Cross rubs his face "honestly what is the deal with you and carrying him?"

Dust shoots him an amused look "I want to."

Cross throws his arms and hands out "That can't be the only reason!"

Dust shrugs "Don't need more reasons."

Cross glares at the ground as they continue walking. He looks up and points at a store "This one?"

Dust looks at it and shakes his skull.

Cross groans loudly "What is wrong wit this one?!"

Dust raises a brow "Wrong style."

Cross crosses, heh, his arms as he glances at Dust "You know. this whole clothes shopping thing would be a lot easier if you actually picked a store to enter."

Dust shrugs again "Not good enough." and he gently bonks his skull against Nightmare's.

Cross can't believe this is the same Dust that got his own clothes by walking into the frist store he saw and grabbing the first set of clothes he saw. before calling it a day. Dust's wardrobe was hardly ever actually his size.

Now? The first store was too low quality; then not the right colours; then wrong materials; then too bland; then too sexy, with this one Cross had agreed and questioned why they would need a shirt for a six year old with the words 'lady killer' on them; then to tight and restrictive; and now just 'not good enough'.

When Cross agreed to help Dust get Nightmare new clothes instead of breaking and entering a place wiht Killer he had hoped it would be the less stressful option.

Cross rubs his face "Wiht you being this picky he is never going to get clothes that fit him."

Dust shrugs again and seems fully unbothered. Which may just be because Nightmare primarily still wears his stuff.

Cross doesn't get it. well he kinda does. Babybones are cute nad he also notices the need to take care of him but. It is Nightmare! It is a matter of time before he is an adult again and then none of this will have mattered! Or maybe they will have and then what? How would he recover from this?!

It is best to remind himself that this may be Nightmare and he may be six but Nightmare will one day become that powerful and formidable monster again and so to keep treating him with the respect he deserves!

They walk silently through the twon for a moment and Cross can see that Nightmare is dozing in Dust's hold. completely content and trusting.

Cross shoots a look at Dust. "I just don't get it...."

Dust blinks nad looks over "What?"

Cross feels himself grow warm with embarrassment. He hadn't meant to say it out loud and he says as much.

Dust rolls his eye lights and waits with a raised brow.

Cross grumbles but tries to explain "How can you... treat him like a babybones that easily?"

Dust tilts his skull and glances down at Nightmare before looking back at Cross "Because he is one." the way Dust says it implies it is the obvious answer.

Cross groans as he tries to explain more "But he used to be big and an adult. Or at least look like one? How can you jsut... switch to seeing him as a babybones?"

Dust tilts his skull adn snorts "easy. people change. people you watched grow up or grow older, do you still treat them like kids even though they are adults. because you knew them as kids?"

Cross blinks nad speaks "This is different?"

Dust shakes his skull "I don't agree. it is the same concept. just slightly different. he used to be a child. magic gave him the body and brain of an adult. but his soul was sitll a child and once the magic was gone he is a child again. So you treat him as a child."

Cross frowns as looks to the side "What if he becomes on adult again?"

Dust starts to grin "I mean. that is usually how growing up works."

Cross knows he is blushing again and glares "You know what i meant."

Dust chuckles and shrugs "The same still implies. We will just be lucky we managed to skip the teenage years with him."

Cross wasn't sure what he expected as answer but maybe he should have seen something like this coming. Dust was after all all for this parentship thing they have going on right now... and Dust is a very smart and logical person. Of course he managed to find comparisons to normal day life and managed to accept it more easily. Hell Dust probably has even more examples ready to use if Cross asks for it.

It is still just... difficult to accept for him. Cross will need more time. Luckily none of them seem to mind him lagging behind in this case. Killer had also taken longer than Dust to accept the situation fully, but Killer managed to work it out.

Horror is much chiller about what is going on. He didn't seem surprised at Dust's reaction and even less at Killer joining the 'parent-camp' with Dust.

Maybe there is just something wrong with him... it wouldn't be the first time...

Cross sighs as they stop by the plaza and manage to just see the house that Horror and Killer should be robbing. "well, either way we are soon out of time and will have been unsuccessful" great. the one thing they had to do was get Nightmare a spare outfit. They didn't even need to try shoes and-

Dust freezes "fuck."

Cross turns "what is wrong?" as he says it he sees Dust eye the plaza around them, all while he ducks further and further behind the fountain as Nightmare shakes.

Dust looks around the plaza "Stars. All three." he glares "empty... can't make a break for it using the crowd as cover..."

and a teleport would be too loud and will clue them in on them being here. Fuck indeed.

Cross sneaks a look and sees the three skeletons talk and converse casually. the rattling from Nightmare is a sign of pure fear and Cross feels himself grow worried even as he texts Horror and Killer about their emergency.

How... how would they react to Nightmare being a child? Dream had already made it clear that he thought Nightmare was corrupted and none of his brother had remained. What would he do if he saw Nightmare?

Best case scenerio would be him kidnaping Nightmare and locking him away... Worst case just... dusting him. Make sure Nightmare never becomes the powerful being he can be.

Cross notices that they have been seen as Dream looks shocked while Blue waves and starts to shout "Hey! DUst and Cross!" Cross acts as if he didn't hear or noticed them.

Cross stares at Dust "What do we do-"

and Dust just, undoes his own hoody. he pulls it over his head and even ignores the red scarf that falls to the ground next to Nightmare- wait when did Dust put Nightmare down.

Dust puts the hoody on Nightmare with one smooth motion and pulls the hoody up, he next uses the strings to make it tight and tests to make sure it doesn't come off easily.

Dust stares at Nightmare as he quickly puts on the scarf again "You just keep your face and skull against my shoulder and neck okay? Don't glance, don't react. Just act shy or asleep. Nothing will get you." and Dust picks him up again. Nightmare, without a single word, pushes his face into the soft scarf and together with the large hoody there is nothing visible that could be used to indentify him.

Holy shit that is so smart-

"Hey you two! We didn't expect to see you just hanging- what... is that?!" Blue looks beyond excited as he stares at the tiny bundle that is Nightmare. Cross feels his anxiety and panic turn hotter into a raging fire. Dont. get. near. him.

Dust just shoots Blue a look and speaks in a quiet voice "sh. quiet."

Blue gives a sheepish look and speaks much softer "oh. I am sorry. The kiddo is tired?" Dust just nods.

Cross sees his change and nods as well "We were taking a quick break but were going to leave again." he can see Killer and Horror look through the window of the house they are robbing and sees them see their situation.

Blue looks sad but nods "Yeah. I get that-"

Ink interrupts him "How did you two get a child?!"

Dream looks suspicious but doesn't say anything.

Fuck, he can probably feel Nightmare's fear doesn't he? and he wouldn't know it is fear directed at the Stars... Oh no.

Dust raises a brow and doesn't even bother to answer as he starts to take a few steps back, away from the Stars. Cross cna see that Horror is climbing down the side of the house as Killer glares at the Stars.

Ink gasps "I knew it! You two kidnaped a child!" he holds out his hands "Hand the child back and we will find their parents!"

Dust growls as he steps further back.

Cross panics and answers without thinking "We didn't steal him! He is Dust's you idiots!"

dead. silence.

The three Stars look shocked at Cross and Cross can actually see both Horror and Killer also stare at him in shock.

Ink snorts "Really? and who is the other parent?"

Cross huffs "First off, you don't nessesarily need two parents to make a child, learn basic monster biology first before making claims. second, obviously it is" think think think think think just say something! "me." NO NOT THAT!

The silence of before is NOTHING compared to the silence now. Cross is actually sure he can hear a pin drop in one of the stores around them at the moment.

No one moves and it doesn't help that Cross can see both Dust and Nightmare shoot him incredulously glances.

Oh please someone shoot him because Horror even pauses his own climb to shoot him a raised eye brow while Killer is ACTUALLY wiggling his eye brows at him.

Just end him. Please his mind did not work with him. He had just been thinking so much about how everyone had been treating Ngihtmare and how he saw the situation.

Dream is the one who coughs and looks to the side awkwardly "oh. wow. euh... congrats? I didn't realise you two were... you know... an item." please please please please shut up. "and a babybones as well! Wow! That is... unbelieveable!"

Blue nods "Yeah! No one knew!"

Cross still can't find the words and is actually afraid of what he will say next. Dust however shrugs and has managed to pull his face back in his normal bored look "prefer privacy. it is no ones business." and he raises a brow at them.

Blue smiles brightly "of course! We won't tell others. stars knows everyone wants a quiet moment nowadays..."

Dream nods before quickly changing the subject "right! We were just curious what you two were doing out and-" he looks horrifed "Oh stars... you two are on a date! A fmaily date! and we crushed it and interrupted it and we are so sorry!"

Cross suddenly understands why Chara and Gaster would use the reset and overwrite power. please just let him change this moment to have been anything else. please.

Dust hums and shrugs. Not really answering any question.

Dream still looks embarrassed "anyway! we... euh... well... were wondering what you were doing. Now we know that that is great! euh... So... my brother just... doesn't mind this?"

Any embarrassement disappears. Hot rage in his body. Cross glares as his crosses his arms.

Dream sputters but continues "you know... be is so against positivity... and this... this is a beautiful and wonderful thing! Doesn't he...isn't he..." he smiles sheepish.

Cross glares "no. He doesn't. In matter of fact. He is very fine with the situation at hand. very willing to help in a way he can." Cross isn't even lying. While Nightmare doesn't like having been changed back he isn't diffficult anymore and more than happy to stick with Dust, and them all, now. Nightmare is also not fussy when out and about on missions and aside from being grumpy he is a perfect good babybones.

Dust nods "you should stop talking about people you know nothing about." he looks at Cross "lets go. he is tired."

Cross nods and sees Horror sign at Killer to get down as well. Killer shrugs and just lets himself fall from the third floor right into Horror's arms. The two disappear into some side street.

Cross nods and looks at Dust "you first." Cross will just walk behind Dust and make sure the Stars don't get any glimbs near the end.

Dust nods and turns easily as he walks away, Cross can see how Dust changes the hand mid turn and Nightmare sinks a little lower. Making it that his skull doesn't even peak over Dust's shoulder.

They walk away in silence and take many turns to get some distance. As soon as Cross is sure the Stars can't hear or see them he says so. Which causes Dust to nod before sprinting, Cross is quick to follow.

They reach the edge of town in record time and Cross glances back "okay. we are good. we are fine... we got out."

Dsut nods before looking at him very amused "we made a babybones?"

Cross feels himself grow warm for so many reasons as he sputters "I panicked! I am sorry I implied we were- that we did!" he hides his face.

Dust chuckles and pats his shoulder "It is fine."

Cross relaxes and smiles in thanks.

Dust raises a brow "Killer will never let you live this down."

Cross groans "just end me."

Dust hums "I don't know. I don't think killing the other parent of my child works in my favour." he grins so goddamnit amused.

Cross is never going to hear the end of this.

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First: here Prev: here Next: here

Cross was so close to soul-adopting Nightmare but then the Stars interrupted and Cross panicked.

Also, important. Noticed how Cross only apologised for implying he and Dust made the babybones together? But not that he is a parent? Cross is getting there. It will just take him a while.

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

FNK WEEK: day 3-roses

paint me like one of your french girls >;D

fnk week is hosted by @help-im-a-gay-fish

[i3utterflyeffect]

Oh yeah, maybe Nightshade doesn't get his memories back all at once from his initial amnesia,and is trying to piece together his past using fragments of what he can recall. Maybe he even asks victim for help with it. However, when he figures out that he was originally a human, he doesn't say anything to them because he knows they didn't have good experiences with humans in the past. Then he figures out that he wasn't just any human, he was that human.

god, a slow realization would REALLY suck.... just realizing that he was human and being terrified to tell Victim because he knows Vic hates humans (i mean he's not REALLY human. he's still a stick, he'd rather be a stick in any world. right? right. his life was probably miserable anyway) and like, surely he wouldn't be one of those humans, right? but as the memories keep coming back he slowly realizes that he wasn't only one of those humans, he was THE human who hurt vic--

[martyrbat]

detective comics #509

[ID: Bruce Wayne sleeping in his penthouse, his eyes squeezed shut as the narration reads, ‘Gordon's strained laugh sounds hollow, but it echos in the Batman's mind... and haunts his dreams...” Bruce awakens to a hand on his shoulder and before he can think, he's twisting it and holding it down. The panel expands, revealing the hand belongs to Alfred as he's almost toppling over! He cries out, “M-master Bruce—my arm!” as Bruce groggily realizes who it is. He lets go at once as Alfred moves to the end of the bed and holds his arm while stammering an apology, “S-sorry, s-sir... Sorry if I startled you.” Bruce looks at him with aghast as he cries out, “My god, Alfred—I almost broke your arm!” Alfred reasons, “You must have been having a nightmare, sir.” as Bruce sits up and puts his face in his hands. He weepily dismisses, “A nightmare—what kind of an excuse is that? Old friend... forgive me...” Alfred reassures, “Nothing to forgive, sir. Just bad nerves, sir.” END ID]

[undertale-writing-times]

WAIT CAN I ASK SOMETHING-

Can the skellys get sick? If they can, can you make s/o taking care of them? I need the original AU and the bad sanses

(ﾟ∇^*)♪

Funnily enough, yes! They can get sick! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I picture how skeletons, and most monsters, get sick is when they have too much or too little magic. Or their magic is just not connecting with them well that day.

The more or too little they have, the more dangerous it is for them seeing as though it could, you know, cause bad illnesses!

So because of that, Dusty or Axe would have sicknesses more often than the others, and it would hit them worse.

Sans: When Sans woke up and felt really bad, he had no idea why he felt bad. He, honestly, tried to just ignore it. Yeah, he could easily use that as an excuse to not do something but there was nothing really for him to do anyway. It wasn't even that bad... that was until he started to walk downstairs and he, suddenly, felt so dizzy that he had to sit down, resting his head against the stair behind him his eyesockets shut. What the hell was going on? Did he have too much magic? Too little? That was one of the reasons why skeletons could end up getting sick... finally, before he could even tell how long he had been laying on the stairs, he heard his datemate say "Sans? What are you doing laying on the stairs? You know Papyrus doesn't like you falling asleep there?" Sans laughs, holding up his hand slightly saying "Hey,,, I get it if he's... sick of me a-...already" he moves his hand up, covering his mouth as he coughed his bones shaking. Y/n frowns, watching, and sighs scooping him up in their arms and walking down to the couch, setting him down "There we go, you will lay here and rest. I'm gonna take care of you!" they kiss the top of his skull, then walk over to the kitchen to make him something to eat. Most likely soup. He wanted to tell them that it was fine and that they didn't need to but... he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He just nods, nuzzling into the pillow curling up slightly. Ugh... he hated getting sick. He liked the excuse to be lazy but, honestly, he would rather be doing anything else than being sick. It made him feel... weird.

Papyrus: Papyrus would try his best to ignore the fact that he was feeling sick. He had a feeling that it would be fine! If he just decides to ignore it, then nobody else would realize! Right? Nobody would notice. He quickly got out of his bed, taking a few steps then falling right back down onto the ground, laying on his chest with his head on the carpet. What the heck just happened? He heard the door open, and Y/n quickly asks "Papyrus! What happened?" they walk over, helping him sit up so he reaches up, rubbing his skull letting out a soft sound of annoyance "I am... unsure! I just tried to get up a-and I um I tripped! Yes, that is all. So sorry to worry you, but I, the Great Papyrus!, is okay" he laughs and gets up. He could feel his bones shaking, and he felt so cold. Maybe this was because of how long he had been staying awake and training? He ran out of magic. Not fully but enough to be dangerous. Well... no matter! Y/n looks at him, squinting then lets out a soft sound "I don't believe you," they say, "Are you lying to me, Papyrus? You know that that would make me really sad, right?" Papyrus pauses at that, his eyes shooting away then back at them, shifting a little "Ahhhh!" he puts his hands over his face "I believe I may have... o...overdone it with the training?" they sigh, shaking their head, and get him to lay back down "Then I'm going to be taking care of you until you feel better... you silly skelly" No! He doesn't want that. He whines and complains but his datemate wouldn't budge. Evil. His datemate is evil.

Nightmare: I don't really believe that he can get sick, he could start to feel bad if there are too many positive feelings around him at once but he doesn't, you know, get sick from that.

Killer: Annoyingly, Killer wouldn't notice that he's feeling bad until he falls out. He was working with the rest of the Bad Sanses, when suddenly, his body started to feel strange. Much too hot, and he felt like he was going to pass out and he did! When he woke up, he was laid out on the couch with a cloth over his forehead, and a few fans on him. He felt hot anyway... so hot. He lets out a soft groan, reaching up brushing the towel off his forehead mumbling under his breath "What the hell?" Where was he? Where were the others? "Finally you're awake" he looks over, seeing his datemate who walks over, putting another cloth on his forehead. It was colder, a lot colder, making shivers go through his body but it felt nice "Where are the others?" he'd ask, frowning a little. His datemate would explain that they went to do the mission after he passed out, and left Y/n to take care of him. "Then I should go as well" he pushes himself to get up but they pull him back down, squinting at him "You passed out, and you are going to be staying here until you feel better, or so help me Killer" he would have objected if he suddenly didn't start feeling so sick. It felt like he was going to throw up, which makes him just huff softly and he sighs, shutting his eye sockets resting his head down against their lap. Fine, if he has to stay here... he hopes that he would start to feel better quickly, he doesn't want to deal with this for too long.

Dusty: When Dusty woke up to feel himself feeling so hot, yet still shivering, he already knew what was wrong with him. He hated it whenever he started to feel sick, he tried to ignore it but it felt worse than normal. He couldn't even open his eyes, and his bones were hitting against each other as he shivered. This happened more often than he would like to admit, and enough for him to feel worried but he knew it was because of his high LV and magic levels. When he heard the door open, he forced his eyes open to see his datemate, and they were saying something though, strangely, he couldn't even hear what they said "I don't feel good" he mumbles, and turns to lay on his side, with his back to them. They sigh, and walk over, rubbing his shoulders softly "You feel like you have a fever, I'll tell Nightmare that you're going to have to stay home today," they say, "just know that I'm going to come back and take care of you" Then they leave the room. He lets out a little laugh at that, rolling his eyeshines. They say that like it's a bad thing... he would love for them to take care of him, that would be so sweet... so nice. He fell asleep after a little while, luckily being able to just... hopefully sleep this off. Normally he's able to deal with it pretty well so he's, honestly, a little unsure on why he can't this time.

[grumpy-nyks]

The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction - Davor edition

I-I think Ms. Verner doesn't like him...😳

Davor "Dove" Kovač 🐝 RO: Becca Warrick

Personality: cautious // aloof // pessimistic // flirtatious (only towards Becca ...and Reese??) Traits: head // independent // resistance // believer Past affinity: math Primary ability: extrasensory awareness Past susceptibility: forward. 'it’s better to push forward. don’t look back on the past when you have new places to be and things to achieve.' <<< his motto

🕊️ Fernweh: Davor lived a happy life there and didn't think about leaving in the future. Maybe for some trips, but he knew it would always be his place, his safe place... 'It was a mistake to come back here.' - that was his first thought when he tried to fall asleep on the first night in Fernweh. The nightmares came back as he thought they would. He wants to leave as soon as possible because he feels that it is not safe for Becca to be here.

🕊️ Gramps Dan: That was his gramps who taught Davor how to play the guitar. As a young child, Davor always admired him and believed he was the most intelligent person in the world. After the death of his parents and how his grandfather treated him, he was devastated and angry. He wanted answers soo badly but didn't get any. He lived loathing his grandfather ever since. The news of his passing stirred up a lot of negative emotions that Davor had previously managed to suppress. At the beginning of the story he couldn't care less about his grandfather, but because of his journal he started to believe him. Things that his granfather lived through made Davor even more angry at this messy town …but he's willing to forgive his gramps…

🐝 Becca Warrick: It was a ...funny story that brought both of them together and they look after each other ever since. He considers Becca as his precious (not in a negative-possessive way) treasure, he literally can't let anything bad happen to her. That was also she who came up with the nickname 'Dove'... (and she's literally the only person who calls him that, others wouldn't dare...). He had feelings for her for quite some time but didn't act on it... until now. Although he didn't express it, he felt very nervous about Becca being in the town where he grew up. He was curious (but also scared) about what she could think of this town. He felt like he was revealing more of himself to her…. and he forgot about any worries pretty fast, because the town started being weird as fu--.

🕊️ Reese Verner: Back then Davor was quite cheerful and enjoyed competing with Reese regularly. They teased each other a lot. Davor always thought that Reese had a crush on him, was it true tho? donut know, but he certainly had. ...why does he appear in his nightmares? Maybe the crush stage never disappeared...? Seeing him again was a nice experience, sure... but ignoring the circumstances, he is still unsure if it was worth it and is struggling with his thoughts… Would it be worth it to return to Fernweh just to see him... again? welp, good thing he doesn't have to think about it much, am I right?

🕊️ Sofia Dorran: The two of them maybe did not have a strong relationship, but he knew Sofia is the ideal person for engaging in intelligent conversations. He enjoyed spending time with her, solving the puzzles that gramps created for them both. Davor wasn't a fan of fantasy books, but she managed to change his mind about them. Davor knows that Sofia did take good care of his grandfather, but he still doesn't quite know if he's grateful for that or wished she spent her time more... valuably... He was tempted to ask Sofia to borrow that book she found in his grandfather's bedroom, but he thought better of it. It's better to leave Fernweh… Even so, his curiosity wasn't properly fed.

🕊️ James Corvin: Maybe not brothers by blood, but definitely brothers by choice. Davor treated him as if he was the brother he always wanted to have. Back then Davor always placed a high value on his family… until now. At the time, Davor tended to be more impulsive and James was usually the one who kept him from getting into trouble (which often involved Reese). It was really hard, for both of them, to see each other after so long. Their first interaction was pretty awkward... I would even say that most of their interactions were . James noticed how Davor changed the question is: for the better or worse? I don't even know. Everyone can sense, that things around them are different now, and they aren't as close as before. Will it change?

🕊️ Alek Corvin: …To say that Alek wasn't a fan of Davor would be an understatement. Was it because James spent most of his time focusing only on Davor trying to get him out of trouble? Did Alek observe any possessiveness from Davor towards James? Or maybe simply because of the bond between those two, which was truly something that others would envy and desire? Davor never considered it, especially when he left Fernweh permanently. :)) As you can imagine, Alek doesn't seem very happy about Davor's return… But he took an interest in his new friend, Becca, which did not go unnoticed by Davor and he isn't really happy about it.

🕊️ The Waitress: Oh boy, it seems that Davor has taken up a new hobby, which is glaring harshly at the waitress. He finds her mistrustful and he smells trouble. Had they met when he was younger, there may have been a slim chance of them getting along.

🕊️ Waffles!: So um… Davor has a little issue with dogs and because of that his relationship with Waffles isn't as wonderful as I wish it would be... However, I believe that with time and help from Becca, they will eventually become friends.

[smolsix]

so more LN III thoughts (not as many at least, read more is just for users who are avoiding altogether)

I keep thinking abt how the single player you'll be playing with an AI like LN II, and I think the game would offer a lot of replay ability if you can choose which kid you play as as they both do different things (the wrench kid has the wrench for puzzles and breaking things, and the masked kid has the slingshot). in multiplayer it makes enough sense you can pick which one to play as, but if you can choose in single I think it'd make the game have a lot more play value and that's super cool.

the fact it has online co-op can mean so much for cool additional things, and i do hope character customisation is still there (LN with Six's masks/hats and LN II with Monos also) even if you have to unlock it which would also still offer replay ability.

[lonely--seeker]

I think I'm going insane. Lately my dreams have been so mundane, it wouldn't be weird if I wasn't just a person that has nightmares 80% of the time, so I now my dreams are so hard to distinguish from reality.

I wouldn't be able tell what was real from what not if it wasn't because last night I went to my doctor's appointment and I was handed new glasses by Harvey just to go back home and find out Laois was cooking something in my backyard.

[visionkept]

I was talking to someone I got a t.mkz ship over on discord about how Tomoya's vision might have given Kazuha nightmares with constant vivid hallucinations of them. This idea coming from the Childe flashbacks the traveler gets when keeping his vision. Kazuha going through something similar, having dreams of their last moments BEFORE the duel, even old memories that the two shared. A constant reminder of the friend he lost and seeing everything replay every night yet he won't let go of their vision no matter how much this affects his mental health. We did add to the mix the thought of hallucinations haunting him. A mix of his poor mental health + depriving himself from sleep to the fear of the nightmares + immense guilt. Something similar to this comic. This concept is something I want to add to my portrayal or even play around with those close to Tomo if they ever get to their grave and touch their vision.

[gauntletqueen]

Woke up from a bad and wild nightmare, which included my old borderline stalker, a haunted doll, nightmares within nightmares, turning the nightmare around on the doll, and a cliffhanger ending signifying that I hadn't won yet.

But I can't fall back asleep so I guess I'm getting up now! Good morning!

[flustersluts]

A few days ago I had a really bad nightmare that was centered around corruption kink and a little bit of hypnosis. Even though I have only a vague idea on how both those kinks work, I’m sure someone like you could cure me from my fears. :)

oh no im sorry about your nightmare!! i appreciate that ur flirting but srs talk that sucks, i hope you have better sleep tonight:// fr what it's worth i could definitely try my best to educate u on the ways in which those kinks can b experimented with in a way that is mutually beneficial and fun n healthy 😌😌

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

AFTERMARE WEEK: day 6- flight or fight

get away from me.

aftermare week is hosted by @bluepallilworld

[villain-in-love]

I honestly don't know whether I should laugh or cry.

Because what the hell is this:

Who thought it would be a good idea? Those baggy pants are atrocious, made even worse by those clown-sized shoes. The silhouette is completely screwed up here. You shouldn't wear things like that with a trench coat... And why on earth would anyone cut a piece of a coat to replace it with this damn green lace fabric? (The fact that it's transparent makes things worse because of incompatible colors)

All coupled with the look on his face that just screams "dead inside":

I would be too, if I had to wear such an outfit.

Seriously, who was the stylist? I demand to know who gave him these clothes. Whoever it was, they must be charged with crimes against fashion.

[creative-little-bean]

Hi!! You’re lesbian-in-leather, yes? If so, do you mind terribly drawing Olivia Caliban for me? I’d die of happiness <3

Yes, it is me!! Hello!!! I am very sorry that it took me so long to respond, I forgot how much time it can take me to draw and also I had some Life Things to attend to, but here you go! Olivia Caliban, my beloved:

(Initially I was going to colour her in but then it took me this long just to do the lineart and I wanted to respond lmao. Might post a coloured-in version later though!)

[set-phasers-to-whump]

in the dark of this place, there's the glow of your face

prompt: nightmares

whumpee: illya kuryakin

fandom: the man from uncle

hi hello! this fic is a bit pre-ot3 but doesn't have to be read that way. hope you enjoy!! (title from ya hey by vampire weekend)

It isn’t often that all three of them end up sleeping in the same hotel room. For the sake of their covers, they are usually split between two rooms, sometimes even three. 

But not this time. For reasons that had sounded suspiciously to Napoleon like budget cuts, on this mission, he finds himself sharing a cramped, cheap hotel room with both Illya and Gaby. 

No big deal. Sure, he’d prefer something a little more luxurious, but when push comes to shove, there’s hot water for the shower and a thick comforter for the bed. 

Of which there is only one. 

Granted, it’s an almost unreasonably large bed, but Napoleon foresees…problems. Problems in the form of Illya. 

Napoleon and Gaby can share a bed, no problem. Sure, Gaby kicks a little, but she doesn’t take up a lot of space and she’s a heavy sleeper. This means Napoleon can spread out a little bit, and if he accidentally kicks her, she won’t wake up. 

Illya, however. Napoleon has never shared a bed with him. It’s not the most practical thing, seeing as how neither of them is what one might call small. Somehow, though, Napoleon thinks that even if there had been a mission where the two of them could have comfortably fit in the same bed, Illya would have found some way to avoid it. Probably he would insist upon taking a couch, or the floor. Napoleon and Gaby have both learned that Illya is generally wary of physical closeness when it isn’t strictly necessary. 

Napoleon gets it, really, but also - well, also, he’d kind of really like to be physically close to Illya right now, and he’s sure Gaby feels the same. For starters, it’s freezing outside, and Illya is warm. Plus, this bed, for reasons unknown to man, is massive, and can definitely fit all three of them reasonably comfortably. There’s no reason why any of them should have to suffer the discomfort of not sleeping in it.

He shares a look with Gaby that passes over Illya and the bed, and they come to an unspoken agreement. 

“I’m going to take a shower,” Napoleon announces. 

“I’m going to sleep,” Gaby replies. “Come on, Illya, the bed’s big enough for both of us.”

Contrary to Napoleon, Gaby has shared a bed with Illya before. Napoleon figures this means he’s likely to agree to it again, especially considering that there is no couch for him to offer to take. 

“What about -” Illya asks, turning towards Napoleon, who is lingering in the bathroom doorway. Napoleon shuts the door a little louder than is necessary and feigns obliviousness. 

“It’s what he gets for taking a shower,” Napoleon hears Gaby respond. “He can take the floor.” Napoleon shakes his head, smiles, then turns on the water. 

Twenty minutes later, he emerges from a pleasantly warm shower into a pleasantly dark room. He can make out the shapes of his partners in the bed - Illya on the left side, curled up into himself like he’s trying to take up as little space as possible, and Gaby lying on her side next to him, facing Napoleon. Her eyes are open and in the faint moonlight that filters through the curtains, Napoleon sees her grin. 

She’s left him plenty of room, of course, and he wastes no time in climbing into the bed beside her. The bedframe squeaks slightly as he moves, but Illya, evidently already asleep, shows no signs of being disturbed. Napoleon gets comfortable under the blanket, relishing in the warmth of its fabric and of his partners’ presence. 

“Goodnight,” he whispers to the silence. 

“Goodnight,” Gaby whispers back. 

--

Napoleon wakes up confused. It’s pitch black and everything is still and quiet, the only sound his partners’ breathing. But he’s awake, so something must be wrong. 

Something is wrong. He sits there quietly for less than a minute before he discovers the problem. 

Illya. His breathing isn’t right. It’s strained, almost. Painfully controlled. Unnatural. 

Napoleon reaches carefully across a sleeping Gaby to put a hand on Illya’s shoulder. 

As soon as Napoleon’s palm makes contact with his shoulder, Illya shoots bolt upright with a sort of choked shout, his controlled breaths becoming heaving pants. He looks around frantically, and Napoleon carefully crawls around Gaby’s curled-up form until he’s crouched by her feet, inches away from Illya. 

“Hey,” he whispers, not daring to touch his partner yet. “Hey, you’re okay.”

Illya looks at him without really seeing him, his eyes wide in the darkness. He’s shaking, Napoleon realizes. There’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead. Napoleon has never seen him like this before. 

Everything feels fragile, like if Napoleon does one thing wrong then it’s all going to shatter. He faces a moment of horrible indecision and almost painful concern, and then Gaby stirs next to him and sits up, rubbing her eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” she mumbles, voice thick with sleep. 

Illya starts, like he’d had no idea that she was there. He turns his head to look at her, and then just as quickly looks away. He brings his knees to his chest, wraps his arms around them, and presses his face to them. He’s still shaking. 

“It’s okay, it’s just Gaby,” Napoleon says quietly. 

“I’m here,” Gaby confirms, blinking slowly. “What is it?”

Illya shows no signs of hearing either of them. He just sits there, wrapped around himself. Gaby looks at Napoleon. He looks back at her. Neither of them really knows what to do. 

But they can’t sit like this forever. Not when Illya is there and clearly hurting. They have to do something. 

Napoleon is the first to break the stillness. He puts a hand on Illya’s shoulder again, cautious as anything, and when Illya doesn’t startle and he isn’t pushed away, he moves a little closer, extending his arm across Illya’s back. He rubs his hand in small circles on Illya’s shoulder blade and whispers, “it’s okay.”

Gaby moves to sit next to Napoleon. She very gently touches Illya’s hands, clasped around his knees. After a second, she pulls one hand free and laces their fingers together. Illya does not resist. 

“We’re here,” Gaby whispers. 

They sit like this for what might be a few minutes or what might be an hour. Time doesn’t have much meaning in a dark, quiet hotel room in the middle of the night. 

Eventually, Illya relaxes. Not much, but he mostly stops shaking, and he sits up a little bit, raising his head from his knees, turning ever so slightly to look at them. 

Even in the dark, Napoleon can see that his eyes are bloodshot. His hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat that has since dried. He looks miserable. Small. Exhausted. 

Afraid. 

Afraid like - hell. Not like the kind of afraid that comes from a nightmare, no matter how scary it might be. The kind of afraid that comes from crossing a line. The kind of afraid that asks, is everything going to fall apart because of this?

Napoleon knows this kind of afraid. Knows that, especially in their business, the answer to this question is very often yes. 

But the answer doesn’t always have to be yes. In this case, it certainly isn’t. 

Everyone gets nightmares, especially field agents. It’s a fact of life. Nightmares - fear, grief, pain - don’t mean that you’re a bad agent. They just mean that you’re still human, underneath the training, underneath the words drilled into your head. 

Napoleon can guess what those words sound like to Illya. Probably they sound something like the words that used to echo in Napoleon’s own head, the words he’d struggled to push aside for a long time before he’d felt comfortable with the actual truth - that feeling things is not a sign of anything more or less than being a person. 

He’d like to explain all of this to Illya, to tell him that there is next to nothing in the world that would make either him or Gaby ever leave. But that’s a conversation for another time. For now, he simply brushes Illya’s hair away from his forehead, gently squeezes him from the side, and tugs him downwards. 

Gaby, understanding Napoleon’s movements in that instinctual sort of way that the three of them often do, clambers over to Illya’s other side, so that he ends up lying down between them. Gaby and Napoleon each grab hold of one of his hands, as a way of grounding him to the present, as a way of reassuring him that neither one of them is going anywhere. 

“We’ve got you,” Napoleon whispers, and he hopes that Illya knows they mean it in more ways than one.

thanks for reading! i hope you liked it <3