#and utmv is always gonna stay

[nashdoesstuff]

i'm slowly being dragged into a series that i have not even finished yet because the main two characters are just so cute it's indescribable <3

[triglycercule]

murder time trio come back from killing some guy (me) and dust just pulls out a rainbow cleaning duster and starts dusting himself off. horror questions him. he says it's self care

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Hi? Gosh how do I even start with this :'D

I know it's been ages since I've last popped up on here. I've been debating when to post this for a while, but I kept adding to my draft more and more and now it's the end of JULY omgg I felt so guilty disappearing with zero updates but then thought my birthday would be the best day to finally address this considering it'll feel less random? idk but Ive always celebrated my bday with you guys and I'd feel so bad answering your kind asks without me at least explaining why I was gone for months.

Truth be told, I was dealing with a lot of stuff irl. health issues and sudden declining grades that left me stumped and drained for months now- along with technical issues like having to replace some parts of my computer that took a while for me to find to even draw digitally, which I didn't have the time for anyway with how tired and weary I felt every day.

I'm frankly shaken up by a lot of shit rn and I don't know how to be active online with this burden on my chest- Especially as it's been a while since I've even looked at utmv related content and my motivation dwindled. I swear I'd hype myself up to post or reblog something- but I'd see just how much I've missed or the overwhelming amount of posts I'd need to go through and I'd feel so swamped with exhaustion and most importantly guilt, for not clearing the air up sooner to reassure you guys that I'm, y'know, alive, and not dead in a ditch somewhere. And I'd procrastinate cause typing it all out is hard and I'd give up halfway every time and it's just not fair to you all!

I thought I was handling it well when I started going out and socializing more, instead of staying cooped up at home on my computer all day. and in the first draft of this post I made months ago I was gonna detail some of the fun plans I had, for my life and for this blog :D but relaxing my strict study schedule and letting go a bit of my tight routine, thinking it was better than wringing myself dry to keep it up, backfired horribly, to say the least.

I know right?? so silly to be hung up on stupid shit like studies of all things! but this is a very important thing for me considering my career plans and the competitivity encouraged by everyone I'm surrounded by, the pressure of keeping up adding to my already stressful days. I had to fix myself up first and I couldn't handle the strain nor interact with people and thinking of jobs and exams sapped my energy so much it's frankly embarrassing. writing this feels so cheesy too and it frustrates me to know I could've come back a month earlier if it weren't for that, but I also know putting all of this into words then would just sound like incoherent venting (not that this is very different tbf) and I wasn't in the right headspace to address my absence, or anything really- I didn't want everyone to see me return when I couldn't muster up a genuinely positive message, let alone talk to anyone with a shadow of my usual cheer

I feel like a complete mess and It drives me up the wall how depressed I've gotten. I debated deleting this blog so many times 'cause the fear of disappointing my audience and my friends, for lack of a more fitting sentiment, made me feel even shittier. I'm constantly thinking if this wall of text is worth posting, or if it's better not to burden you all with all my sappy troubles as if it's the end of the world. Trust me, I'll be fine. I'm not trying to dramatize this situation, but I don't think I'm up to pretending I'm all sunshine and enthusiasm you're all accustomed to.

So sorry for worrying you all! I'll try to catch up, deliver some missed birthday gifts, and answer some asks while I'm at it! Again, I can't state how much I appreciate your support throughout the years. It's frankly a miracle I kept any of you around with how much I keep popping and leaving at random with no warning. I definitely can't promise for my stay to be without a hitch, and if you don't mind an inconsistent schedule you're free to stay of course, but I'm afraid I can't sustain the pace I had when I first started this blog. I'll keep posting art, but lower my activity in the fandom sphere to reduce the strain on my mental health. so fewer rants and walls of text, more art, and less stress overall. Love you all and thanks for waiting for this long <3

[robots-are-kinda-hot]

((long post incoming)) hi i havent posted in seven years. have slugcats

@ant1quarian is to blame for this. go look at their rain world utmv au before I implode

Side note I refer to Saint as he but none of my chars care abt gender bc i blasted them with the genderfluid beam

He would be . going thru it LMAO

I’m sure “fallen saint” did not mean a saint who probably deserved to be fallen but fuck it we ball. The problem with my Saint is he will ascend everything. Whether they want it or not. This creates a shit ton of echoes. So him losing his powers (likely due to a certain oc of mine) would actually be a good thing… eventually

At first he’d be pissed as all hell. Stays pissed as all hell when he meets Dust, Killer, and Cross (or whoever else). Getting to know them goes… ehhh. They all travel together, but Saint is trying to stay distant so he can move up karma. He’s also still very angry about losing his powers, but bottling it up bc saints shouldn't have emotions (according to him).

This comes to a head when someone gives the slightest suggestion of liking being alive. He shuts them down so fast it’s almost comical, but any good vibes are killed when Saint mentions how he ascended everything he came across. Cue argument about maybe Not Doing That. Cue Saint’s outburst (“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S WRONG?!”)

Saint storms away from the group and sleeps in a different shelter alone. He… ends up thinking a little too much and has a bit of a breakdown. Begrudgingly goes back to the group once the rain stops, looking for forgiveness, and he FINALLY gets a crumb of character development. THEN the stage is set for eventual shipping shenanigans huehehehe (Saint still needs some more character development before he has anything official though, the bastard)

Design notes (because my saint design is a bit strange if you don’t know the context) + bonus old Artificer art bc she didn’t make it in here </3 dw i still love u arti

So… I’m gonna avoid talking about the main part of his design for funsies but its blaringly obvious. feel free to guess I’m like 80% sure everyone will get it

-My Saint actually has six tentacles/“wings”- three on either side so he’s symmetrical. After he falls, he loses a wing to represent said fall.

-The Saint in the first drawing is different on purpose! That’s him at the start with no echoes :] ironically the more echoes he meets the more echoed he gets

-At least one of his ears are always askew. This has to do with his main design aspect.

-He does have teeth. Kinda. He probably wouldn’t need to eat when fallen though, he’s echoed enough to not need it

-The three thingies on his forehead act like heat sensors. This lets Saint see at lower karma levels without getting snow blindness.

-He has pupils, but they’re the karma 10 symbol… which he no longer has, so he no longer has pupils too

Arti… oh, arti. My beloved. What the fuck did I do to you /pos

I missed you and all your triangular edgy goodness. You’ll get a few modifications but your cool ass face shadow and demon horn ears are staying

A little note about Artificer’s design, too: She does have her scar here! It’s just not visible under her shadow. My Artificer got so swept up in her rampage that she straight up forgot about her pups. Not coincidentally, her scar is vaguely shaped like a slugpup’s head. She’s blocking out the memories of her past in favor of needless bloodshed.

Not pictured is her fire fur that I still adore. Basically sometimes her fur just… isn’t fur, it’s fire, and while it is a more symbolic thing I love the idea of her fur turning to flames when she jumps

[elliebell77]

Hello :D

I would please like an info-dump of Vess

I really liked the character so I am interested to know more about them

OMG HIII

ok essay under the cut:

TLDR: Vess, short for Vessel, is a fusion between Gaster and Chara. It's running around gathering all the gaster fragments scattered across time and space to rebuild him, but consequently taking fragments from an AU means it's destroyed.

ok, that is... a chaotic image. But I think it helps. and by helps i mean it helps me and absolutely no one else.

The version you probably saw and know was my first version. Vess has undergone a redesign since then which is why it looks different.

ok i'm gonna be honest I wrote the whole thing out but its like 3 pages no joke so I'm just gonna save you the time and give you the highlights.

Vess is the result of gaster and chara making a deal. Basically, Chara would get a sick ass new body and a lot of EXP and in exchange they would gather all the pieces of gaster scattered across the entire multiverse. Yes, every single one of them. It's named Vess because it's body made from is the empty vessel from the very beginning of deltarune.

The line between Doc and Vess' souls is a soul bond, if that wasn't obvious. This bit of worldbuilding fanon is usually used in a romantic context, but ive always headcanoned that a soul bond can be anything so long as the intent is strong. Siblings, for example, or parent and child, or platonic relationships, to name a few.

In this particular context, this soul bond is one of business partners. This connection gives chara's soul the structure it needs to survive, since at this point with how long chara's been dead it's basically just deteriorated into a shapeless blob of DT unable to actually sustain life, and also serves as the tether Gaster needs to stay in the mortal plane. As chara gathers the fragments, both souls benefit as they grow stronger. For chara that is gaining more of their memories and old personality, and Gaster gains HP and more of his physical body back.

The only downside of this arrangement is that when when Vess takes gaster fragments from an AU it actually, uh... completely destroys the AU?? like, the whole thing kinda just collapses. As it turns out, Gaster is actually like a major part of the universe's core code and as a result, casually just ripping that chunk out causes the whole world to kinda just fall apart and dissolve into nothing.

Vess and Error actually have a weird kind of rivalry going because of this. Except he doesn't know that he could totally kick Vess's ass like laughably easily

See, Vess isn't really that strong at battle. At all. Maybe as it grows stronger and gather more fragments, but as of right now it finds itself running away from a fight far more often than it does running into the fray

It does have the red knife, but this isnt actually that useful for battle. I mean, it could use it, but most utmv characters would easily outshine Vess in battle. It usually negociates its way out of battle if it's unable to run; chara loves striking deals, after all.

The red knife is actually used for AU hopping. It's fair inferior to other methods of transportation, but it was the best Gaster could create at the time. It physically rips the fabric of time and space to create a rift/portal to wherever Vess wants to go, but this tear doesn't just... go away after a couple minutes like other characters' portals do. It can be stitched up, but it takes a long time and Vess simply doesn't have time for that when they're being, say chased out of an AU.

[neon-draws-sometimes]

I posted 3,463 times in 2022

That's 3,463 more posts than 2021!

117 posts created (3%)

3,346 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@thirdymeowy

@tenpixelsusie

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I tagged 1,048 of my posts in 2022

#fav - 241 posts

#undertale - 103 posts

#utmv - 52 posts

#unreality - 49 posts

#my art - 46 posts

#gif - 35 posts

#goncharov - 32 posts

#fresh parasite - 23 posts

#pokemon - 20 posts

#ask to tag - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#plays undertale -> keeps getting those comic dubs recommended -> most of the original comics and are on tumblr (.i prefer to read them

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I love underswap so much but the way the fandom treats it drives me insane. Is it so hard to not infantilize one person FOR FIVE MINUTES??

14 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

#4

rad end polar express au

14 notes - Posted December 2, 2022

#3

I’m gonna attempt to needle-felt Fresh wish me luck

15 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#2

THE BOY IS DONE

lots more pictures under cut

See the full post

18 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Headcanonz for fresh and his host !!

Depending on who the host is, and many other factors like energy, time Fresh spends in the host, and genetics can cause the hosts to have wildly different experiences

some are “asleep” mostly the whole time

some stay awake and watch what fresh does. Usually when this happens they wint be able to resist insulting him

Fresh doesn’t sleep often because when he does, he joins the host in their dreams and this scares him a bit. In their head, m both sides are on equal ground, and even though fresh knows it’s just a dream, it always feels super real to him.

Fresh also hates dreams because his subconscious can reveal his weaknesses, like fear of dying. He’s so scared og the host seeing them with any weakness

fresh hates being in parasite form for obvious reasons like being hungry and small and not being able to talk, but he also hates the lack of independence. Even if it had a friend they trusted to guard him, it would hate asking for help with stuff they couldn’t do for fear of judgement, at least at first. Maybe they’d feel safe someday though.

Fresh has six senses. The sixth is being able to perceive souls. If he’s hungry and there’s an available host it will be almost impossible to resist. Even if they’re his friend.

Human souls are very dangerous to Fresh because the power of them makes them even more irresistible than monster souls. even if he is currently sated, he will go after exposed ones like the ones hanging in errors Antivoid if he is outside of a host. they can also cause physical changes (like with monsters whoever absorbed souls) and become absorbed by fresh quite easily, which is not an ideal situation for fresh. if fresh possessed a living human it wouldn’t absorb the soul, only if they were exposed to the soul itself and the human was dead.

on a lighter note, Fresh has alwyas enjoyed stuff like furbies. he’s always found himself drawn to colorful things, 80s to 90s fashion, and the other things he surrounds himself with. They always lied to themselves and said that it was to make them appear friendlier, but they genuinely enjoyed this stuff, even before they felt.

And tahts it :)

29 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

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[annaraebananawriter]

1: Just a Bad Dream; Dying in LA

PLEASE READ NOTE BEFORE STORY:

Yellow everyone! I just wanted to warn you that I’m still kind of recovering from burning myself out, so don’t expect anything too awesome this week. I think Day 1 is actually the best that I’ve written for it, so far, so...It’s really just for me to stretch my muscles out again and get back into the flow.

With that said, this is Dy 1 of Dark Cream Week by @zu-is-here

Fandom: Undertale, but specifically UTMV

Characters: Shattered Dream (Who belongs to Galacii), Cross (Who belongs to Jakei) and mentioned Nightmare (who belongs to Joku)

Pairings: For now, implied Cream/Dark Cream

Warnings: I can’t remember, so let me know!

Word Count: 2096

~oOo~

The moment you arrived

They built you up

The sun was in your eyes

You couldn't believe it

~oOo~

They say that fate determines how you end up in life.

They say that destiny determines what you do in life.

These two things work in harmony with each other, one influencing the other around and around in a never-ending circle. Everyone was touched by them before they were born, the seed for skills necessary to succeed planted in them, waiting to be grown. No matter what happens, nothing pushes you away from what fate and destiny have determined for you.

It does not matter if your actions are good. If you give everything away and help everyone you come across. If you love your friends and family and strangers unconditionally. If you ignore yourself in favor of others.

It does not matter if your actions are bad. If you spit and sneer at everyone around you. If you yell and hit in anger and hate. If you hold your needs in front of everyone else and ignore those who should have just a little bit of attention too.

It simply does not matter.

Your fate and destiny have been determined already.

Why bother changing it?

~oOo~

Riches all around

You're walking

Stars are on the ground

You start to believe it

~oOo~

Cross was familiar with loss and guilt. When you kill your family and friends, try to delete other worlds, you tend to do so out of pain, driven only by a desperate hope that you can fix what you’ve done. But you can’t. Actions have consequences and the world will not let you go without them. He knows this well, almost too well.

Nothing stops the hurt, though. He’s tried. It was still there, stinging through every bandage and healing balm. If it shrunk, it only grew stronger. Other people tried to help as well, but their efforts were also in vain. Guilt comes from the loss that his actions have caused and that guilt causes this pain that will always be there, no matter how small and weak it eventually becomes.

This was his consequence. He’s learned to accept that now.

He’s learned to walk through the hurt and try and be better.

It was hard, yes. Stumbling and tripping over his feet, hesitant to make any decision lest it be the wrong one and reset his progress. There were many times where he thought that he’d stepped over the line and that they were going to quit on him, leaving him alone again. But they didn’t. They stayed, and the stumbling smoothed out to captiousness, the hesitance smoothed into nervousness. He would not be as confident as he once was, not for a while yet, but it was a start.

He was trying. That’s all that mattered.

And now he can stand on a hill, look into the blue sky and see the colours surrounding him and he can smile. A small, serene smile made of pure content, pride for himself. He can relax his shoulders and just breathe for a moment or two.

Everything was getting better.

Until he looks to his left and see yet another consequence to his newer actions, what his pained words snarled in a patient yet hurt smiling face.

Until Dream takes that step off the edge.

~oOo~

Every face along the boulevard

Is a dreamer just like you

~oOo~

“Don’t touch me! Just…just stop trying to help!”

“I lost my entire family, my home, and he gave me the hope that I could get it back. Why should I believe that you’re not just giving me the exact same false hope?”

“Some guardian you are…”

“You don’t know anything about what I’ve been through!”

But Dream did, Cross realized it now.

Dream had lost his family, his home, too, in the blink of an eye. Not only that, but he was put in a position to fight his brother, whom had changed so much he might as well’ve been a stranger, over and over again. The pressure to do that and still be happy, or at least act like it, must’ve been immense. Cross couldn’t begin to imagine it.

They had both lost their family and been hurt in very similar ways.

Cross just wished he realized this sooner.

~oOo~

You looked at death in a tarot card

And you saw what you had to do

~oOo~

Cross didn’t try to stop Nightmare as he ran away.

He was focused on the skeleton in pain in front of them. The one who was crying, black sludge spilling down and covering his bones, tinted gold as if in reminder of what it used to be. The one who reached a hand up, to try and stop his brother from leaving, but didn’t get far before dropping it to the ground, another pained noise escaping him.

Cross was frozen. He willed his legs to move, instinct in his mind saying to turn and run away too, away from danger, away from him. But he didn’t. He stayed put, legs not listening and just watched.

Underneath the instinct was a different kind of pain. It burned instead of stinging and left his soul aching in a way he had never felt before. He was suddenly all too aware of the ring he kept in his pocket, one the skeleton in front of him had turned down. It made a lump grow in his throat and he swallowed, clenching his hands.

Dream hunched over, arms wrapped around himself.

And all at once, Cross realized something.

If his words had had any part in leading up to this…

His legs finally moved and he rushed forward, reaching for Dream, for the one he held so close to his heart, wrapping his arms around him, even though he could not shield him from something within.

If his actions had this consequence, if his consequence had given up on himself, then he would have to be the one that stayed, that brought him back.

He’ll do it, or die in the process.

~oOo~

But nobody knows you now

When you're dying in LA

And nobody owes you now

When you're dying in LA

~oOo~

If fate and destiny have predetermined your story, then what does it matter how you act? If your good or bad, what does it matter? What does it matter if all your actions just bring you back to the path, no matter how far you try and stray from it?

What does anything matter?

~oOo~

When you're dying in LA

~oOo~

Good can be bad and bad can be good.

This is a fact.

But does it change anything?

What does it matter?

~oOo~

When you're dying in LA

~oOo~

“I’m tired.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why can’t you see that I’m just like you?”

“Why do we have to be enemies?”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry”

“Please…don’t leave me alone again…”

“I love you.”

~oOo~

The power, the power, the power

Oh the power, the power, the power

Of LA

~oOo~

Good is bad and bad is good.

What will change because of this?

~oOo~

Nights at the chateau

Trapped in your sunset bungalow

You couldn't escape it

~oOo~

Dream is familiar with emptiness and betrayal. He’s watched his home burn, his mother cut in half and his brother metaphorically die. All of these were caused by the villagers, people Dream once believed to be his friend, no matter how harsh they might’ve been at times. When you see everyone you care about die by the hands of someone you also care about, that is what causes the emptiness.

This emptiness did not mean he didn’t feel, no. He felt quite a lot actually. Happiness, grief, calmness, anger…love…he felt them all, some more so than others. They weren’t smothered or dulled in anyway by the emptiness. No, the emptiness was rather just a numbness he’s gained to certain situations. He can’t change it.

It was his consequence. He accepts this.

He hasn’t accepted fighting his brother nonstop until one of them is dead.

It was disorienting when he started, almost like he was trying to wake on quicksand and every step he took only dragged him further down. Everything was new. He had to learn fast how to shoot a bow, how to dodge, how to block, how to run. How to survive. All while his brother watched and laughed in amusement.

That was what hurt most of all. The amusement. Brothers were supposed to care for each other, help each other stay safe and heal from injuries. They weren’t supposed to laugh at you while you barely dodged the tentacle aiming for your soul. They aren’t supposed to be trying to kill you at all.

He hated it.

~oOo~

Yeah

~oOo~

Apples are dangerous. They’re enticing. You want to take a bite of it, regardless of the effects it’ll do to your body and soul, in what ways it’ll warp your mind. They beckon you and lure you in, until all you can think about is what it’ll taste like, that savoury bite.

Nightmare wasn’t able to resist this temptation.

And if the saying goes that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…

Then it should only make sense Dream would follow in his footsteps.

~oOo~

Drink of paradise

They told you put your blood on ice

You're not gonna make it

~oOo~

Nightmare ran away from him.

The coward.

Dream doesn’t understand why. Brothers should support brothers when they decide to become better, to change how the world sees them, to try and prove they can’t be all good. They shouldn’t run, horror etched on their face as if this wasn’t supposed to happen, that he’d made such a terrible mistake.

“You can’t make mistakes, you’re positivity! You have to be perfect all the time.”

He runs his hands over each other, taking in the new coating of sludge while he waits for Cross, his lov—subordinate to wake up. It was just like Nightmare’s, the same consistency and everything, though his had a golden tint to it, rather than turquoise.

Of course.

Even corrupted, he was still positivity.

~oOo~

Every face along the boulevard

Is a dreamer just like you

~oOo~

He felt stronger. But weaker at the same time.

Was that a thing?

He felt like he could bend people to his will, make them listen just like he wants the entire multiverse to. He can’t stop thinking about people crying as he plays out illusion upon illusion in front of them, slowly dwindling their hope and love and any other positivity until it was completely shattered.

And yet, he can’t help but get the feeling that there’s a shakiness within him. Something is unbalanced, wobbling in his soul. It feels poisoned. He has no clue what it could be. He did everything the right way, he’s proven his worth, so everything should be fine now, right?

Everything was fine.

It had to be.

~oOo~

You looked at death in a tarot card

And you saw what you had to do

~oOo~

Cross groaned behind him, making Dream perk up. “…Night…mare?”

Were they really that similar now? Interesting. The thought that his brother and him can never stop being twins makes Dream giggle under his breath as he turns, smiling as Cross’s eyes widen.

“Not quite.”

~oOo~

But nobody knows you now

When you're dying in LA

And nobody owes you now

When you're dying in LA

~oOo~

Fate and destiny are predetermined things…but they are not a gift, no.

They are a curse.

Bad gets jealous of good and tries to prove he can be just the same as his counterpart, but only succeeds in cursing himself farther. Good is hurt by this and centuries go by.

Good gets desperate, nothing enough anymore, so he tries to prove tat he can be just the same as his counterpart, both succeeding and failing. He’s cursed himself, too.

Bad runs away, leaving good.

And now they’ve both strayed from their path.

~oOo~

When you're dying in LA

~oOo~

Good is bad and bad is good.

Or are they?

How can we tell? Who are we to say?

They will determine that for themselves, who is who.

~oOo~

When you're dying in LA

~oOo~

“…are you crying?”

“Don’t stop.”

“It feels amazing!”

~oOo~

The power, the power, the power

Oh, the power, the power, the power

~oOo~

Fate has bended and destiny is broken.

How will this change things?

~oOo~

Of LA

[faemytho]

One: how was I not following you earlier his is a crime Two: Oh yes what a shame it would be if I sent you a Dreammare prompt. Which is why I’m not gonna request some bittersweet modern au Dreammare right now. Definitely not.

👊😔 damn. what a shame. oh no. ive written it.

Pairing: Dream/Nightmare

Word Count: 1,369

Fandom: UTMV

nightmare uses they/them and identifies as male! dream uses he/him and identifies as nonbinary!

dreammare prompts taken: 1/3

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Dream smoothed down the creases of his shirt, smiling nervously at his own reflection. Around his neck, the thin golden chain of his necklace shimmered in the light, the moon charm resting on his collarbone. Taking a deep breath, he sighed it out slowly, trying to calm his fraying nerves. Blind dates weren't something to be so nervous about. At least, he didn't think they were.

Grabbing his keys, he shut the lights off and left his apartment. It was no use denying it to himself, especially as he found himself fiddling with his unruly curls in the mirror at every stoplight. He was nervous, and he knew it. Blue had assured him that he'd been set up with someone nice, and though he never doubted his friend before, he couldn't help but frantically fantasize about everything that could go wrong.

The second he stepped inside the restaurant, he was escorted to a table with only a mentioned of his name. Sighing, he let his fingers dance over the top of the polished wood. Blue's family probably owned this restaurant. He should've known.

Sighing, Dream leaned back in his seat and stared around the restaurant; or rather, what he could see of it. He knew he'd probably beat whoever his date was here, but the waiting was making him even more anxious than before.

The restaurant wasn't crowded, but it certainly wasn't empty either. The dull sound of soft chatter and utensils hitting dishes as restaurant patrons ate did nothing to still his nerves. Taking a deep breath, he put on a smile for the waiter who came over.

"I'm waiting for someone," he told them before they could open their mouth. They looked familiar, but Dream couldn't place them until they spoke.

"I see," Nightmare drawled, sweeping their black hair out of their face so they could look down at Dream with those piercing blue eyes they'd always had. Dream felt his breath catch in his throat. "Regardless, I'll be your waiter tonight."

Nightmare turned and left, and Dream stared after them, sinking down in his seat. He hadn't seen Nightmare in years, and the last time they had talked, it hadn't exactly been on good terms. What was Nightmare even thinking of him now, seeing him in this restaurant and clearly waiting on his date for the night?

Ten minutes passed, and then another fifteen. An hour after Dream had shown up, he had miserably made his way through the entire basket of breadsticks and now had his head down on the table.

"Hey, that's not very good restaurant etiquette." A gentle tap to his shoulder made him look up, and Nightmare stood there, crossing their arms. They were in casual clothes rather than their waiter clothes, and Dream bit back a pitiful sniffle.

"Why are you-?" Unable to find the proper words, Dream gestured to Nightmare. They looked down at themself, then shrugged.

"My shift ended ten minutes ago." Nightmare looked down at Dream, and something in their eyes softened. After a minute, Nightmare sighed, offering a hand to Dream. "Come on. I'm going to get shitty fast food and you're coming with, since all you've eaten tonight are breadsticks."

Perplexed, Dream stared at the hand. Nightmare wiggled their fingers impatiently, and Dream found his hand in theirs. He let Nightmare pull him up and tug him out of the restaurant, and for the first time in a long time, he felt complete.

... If not hopefully apprehensive for what lay ahead.

Nightmare rode a motorbike, and since they hadn't thought they'd be needing another helmet, they hadn't brought one. So instead, Dream and Nightmare drove side by side, together and apart at the same time. It was impossible to describe the emotions roiling through him, but Dream didn't think he wanted to.

-

"Sorry your date stood you up," Nightmare mumbled into their pancakes. It was the first thing they'd said to Dream since they'd left the restaurant, and Dream felt his heart stutter in his chest.

"It- It's fine," he assured Nightmare, reaching for another fry on his plate. It was almost midnight, and Dream had early morning classes to attend tomorrow, but he didn't care. This was more important right now. "I psyched myself out over meeting them, and then they didn't even show up. So, no loss there, really."

Nightmare gave a soft huff, stabbing their fork into their eggs a little too harshly. "Still," they grumbled. "Asshole."

Dream let himself laugh, and by the gods, it felt good to laugh at something Nightmare had said again. It felt like greeting an old friend. As Dream's little giggle fit died down, he reached across the table to rest his hand atop Nightmare's pale one. They looked up from their plate, blinking at Dream with a raised brow.

"Thank you for thinking about me," Dream spoke, a gentle smile on his face. It didn't stay for long, dropping into a little frown. He sighed, and decided to address the elephant in the room. "Nightmare, I'm sorry. About what happened last time we-"

"No." Nightmare pulled their hand away, and Dream looked up at them in shock. They looked furious. "No, don't you dare apologize. It wasn't your fault, it was mine. You shouldn't be apologizing to me, I should be apologizing to you."

Dream couldn't breathe. Nightmare pushed their empty plate aside and stood, staring down at Dream with upset eyes.

"I'm sorry, Dream," they said with all the force of the world. Dream's eyes felt prickly and wet. "I shouldn't have done that to you. I shouldn't have said those things. It was my fault you felt that way, because I knew what would hurt you the most, and I knew you'd just forgive me right away, and I'm sorry."

Dream stood. Nightmare faltered, looking away.

"You shouldn't forgive me for that," they muttered. "I know you're probably going to, but you shouldn't. What I said, what I did... It wasn't-"

Dream reached out to cup Nightmare's cheeks, and Nightmare choked on their words. Their blue eyes were wide and shimmery, and Dream was almost certain his eyes were the same.

"Who are you," he started, his voice wet and wavering with a laugh. "And what did you do with Nightmare?"

"I went to therapy!" Nightmare exclaimed, sounding all the world as though they were offended, but tears slid from their eyes and they worried their bottom lip on their teeth the same way they always had when they were kids. For the first time since he'd seen Nightmare again, he noticed the thin golden chain around their neck, the golden sun charm gently resting on their collarbone, and his breath caught in his throat. With his hands on Nightmare's soft cheeks and thumbing away their tears, Dream couldn't stand it anymore.

Dream pressed his mouth to Nightmare's, pushing all his relief and apprehension into the movement. He needed Nightmare to know, to understand the tight feeling in his chest in a way that words could never encapsulate. He heard Nightmare's gasp as much as felt it, and after a moment, he pulled away.

"I'm not forgiving you just because," he said, voice crackling with emotion. He cleared his throat and continued. "I'm forgiving you because the Nightmare I knew would have never apologized for doing something wrong. Certainly not for what happened. And I love you. I still love you. I always have loved you. Seeing you make this progress, I'm... I'm proud of you."

"Dream," Nightmare mumbled, hands coming up to grip his shoulders. They gently pushed him away. "I love you too. But I can't. I need... I need time to think." Nightmare looked away, their voice softening. "And I want to be better for you."

After a moment, Dream nodded, wiping his own tears away. "Okay," he said. "I'll be here for you. Whenever you're ready."

Nightmare gave a scoff, though it sounded wet with tears and there was a sad smile on their face. In what was clearly a nervous movement, they pressed a kiss to Dream's forehead, and it felt like a promise.

"Okay," they agreed, and Dream beamed up at them with tears in his eyes. "Okay."

[fandom-rebellion-au]

Hello!! Welcome to this alternative omniverse called Fandom!rebellion!

Fandom!rebellion will be about a rebellion started by Dream! And he will be up against Nightmare and his team!

The list of fandoms that will be in the rebellion and not in the rebellion will be loads! But some of the main ones are, SU, UTMV, DDLC, Splatoon 2, AND EVEN THE CREATORS THEMSELVES!

The creators will be able to choose fandoms, and make a design for one of the characters and choose which side they're on! They can even make designs for themselves and choose their team! Everyone can participate! You can submit your designs here, or tag us when you make your design!

Masterpost Below

MODS:

Mod Luna

Heya! I'm Luna, aka @lunalights-stuff84 ! I'm the original creator, and the one who is making the story for this ao! I'm basically always online, so I'll be answering a lot of the questions! I go by the pronouns she/her! I'm excited to finally show this ao off to the public!

Team-Dream

Mod Chai:

Hello there! I’m Chai from my main blog @chais-chaos-corner and I am partially an artist and a writer for this project! I will be online frequently so you might see me answering asks here and there, but I won’t be running the blog as much as Luna. In case you need to refer to me, my pronouns are she/they. Hope you guys will stay with us as this exciting story unfolds!

Team-Dream

Mod Kat:

Hey im Kat, sanity is for the weak, my main is @kit-kit-kat and i am a chaotic shitposter so beware. My pronouns are she/her and im gonna be doing some arts

Team-Nightmare

Mod Waffles:

wassup, this is waffles. you may also know me as @wallowaffles ​. I will mostly be helping as an artist on this project. Im on very randomly, so i probably wont be the one answering most the questions.

Team-ink

Mod Viridi:

Yo it’s Viridi, the beautiful mistress of chaos and bad sleeping habits! I’m going to help with some art and writing here! I’m pretty active, so I will answer as many asks as I can! I have two blogs! @viridi-cass is where I post my art and writing! And @viridi-dea is where I be a crackhead 24/7! Stay chaotic y’all!

Team- Nightmare

Mod Lilac:

Hey, I'm Lilac. My main blog is @ellabellu but warning that it is multifandom and an absolute mess. I do a mix of drawing, craft, writing and animation but mainly just drawing uwu. My pronouns are she/her and I seem to have an unhealthy obsession with crying over fictional characters.

Team-Nightmare

RULES:

Please be kind and respectful, no rude or toxic behavoir will be tolerated.

To join, you must ask one of the mods. We want to keep track of who joins

No NSWF or 18+ content, we want to keep this blog pg-13

Join which ever side you want, (it dont gotta be what your friend chooses.)

HAVE FUN MFS!!

Our discord: https://discord.gg/GF8rXSa

RANDOM SHITPOST VID FIR THE SHITPOSTS WE MADE BEFORE WE STARTED THIS BLOG LMAO:

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[zu-is-here]

Hi Zu! First of all, lots of love for you and everyone reading this (including me, since I'm reading it as I write, and I'll read it again at least once to correct any mistakes!) 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

I'm here to share some news (and thoughts, I guess?..)

Let's begin with the challenge, shall we? Because I'm posting NOvember prompt list and rules this week! Still not sure when exactly, tomorrow is certainly going to be a really busy day... We'll see! But both English and Russian versions are ready. No matter how many people participate, I'm so excited! Nervous as hell, too, but I do my best to fight it.

In-between other things I'm having fun with lots of headcanons for BNHA x UTMV crossover. When somebody asked for this, I suggested merging the two universes and couldn't get it out of my system ever since. I'm not really into BNHA, but I love it nevertheless. Pro heroes, students, villains, regular citizens, and even vigilantes are coming soon! Would you like to see that, too? If so, I'll make sure to tag you!

Also I'm slowly but surely working on both the Fragments series and the Crushing Dream thing. The second one gets kind of terrifying for me, because the more I think about it, the more I realise just how huge it is going to be. Even Dream’s part of the story is so long, and there are also big plans for Error and Blueberror (who has a different name here, but it doesn't matter right now), who will get their own arks, supposedly as big as Dream’s. And it is so... overwhelming. Scary. I'm not sure if I'm able to create something so big and deep and actually put it into words. Partly because, you see, I've got one original project, it's even bigger, and it's been with me for seven years, and I still haven't written a single thing that would be satisfying for me. All I do feels so wrong. It's better with this fic, yeah, but I'm afraid it won't last long. Especially since I write it in English initially.

Sometimes I regret ever starting this whole thing, ever trying to talk to people here and posting here my writing. Sometimes I can't get out of my head the thought that, maybe, it would be better to stay silent, as I wanted when I made this account.

I know that at least part of this whole situation is created by my depression, but... I don't know. I guess a bit of reassurance and support would be nice?.. I have a person who always has my back and stands by me, but sometimes depression and insecurities' voices are so much louder.

Despite everything, I'm going forward, doing my best. And you know what? So can you, whoever is reading this! I believe in you.

By the way, while I was writing the part about me working on my fics, I remembered there is a question I've been meaning to ask (and kept forgetting when I had the opportunity to do so, whoops!) So, Zu, if you don't mind me asking, do you like to read? If so, what genre do you prefer? Also: paper books or ebooks?

This ask is getting long... Keeping things short truly is beyond me, hehe ^^"

Hugs,

anfie.

Hi anfie! Long time no see, thank youuu <3 Take some as well╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Oh that's a great news! (*'▽'*) Don't worry, I'm sure it's gonna be amazing ☆

I don't know about BNHA, but I'd love to see and share it with others!! *^*

I feel you _(:3 」∠)_ but you know, sometimes you just need to start! Глаза боятся, а руки делают ;D Don't be afraid to take breaks, postpone or just terminate something, there's nothing wrong about it (ówò) Just do what you love and what fills you with energy to create more! ♡

I was like you, even now I can't understand how I created that much about Dark Cream, but I was just enjoying things and didn't even think about the amount of work! ٩( ᐛ )و

Remember that you've already done great and you're still doing amazing (*´꒳`*) I believe in you!! ☆

Oh I do love to read. I'm sick of books, I don't have enough space for new ones, so I have to download e-books. I love both, though books you can touch and paper you can smell... amazing. The genre I like is quite specific and dark, full of thoughts and music in the background, it's sushi noir (I don't name the writer here cause their works are for an adult audience). On the other hand, I would have loved Russian classical literature more if I wasn't forced to read it all in school, but I still love to reread Gogol's Dead Souls. Truly a masterpiece full of metaphors, just right ♡

What about you? Do you have favorite works or writers? *^*

Take care and stay safe! *hugs* ♡

[triglycercule]

i come up with ideas based on the most random things because wdym i just rambled on about fucking fingers and decided,,,, heh,,,,, yeah. this is a good idea. well i mean i do think it IS a good idea but also like in hindsight and out of context i do think its totally fucking stupid. angel92 ahh post 💀💀💀

anyways i was thinking about mtt and fingers and which ones they would lose as a result of being with eachother but then that also means that i'd have to give specific meanings to the fingers (ughhhh,,,,,) ok lets see. pointer finger would represent precision and clear vision because you literally use it to specifically gesture to things. middle finger is like ughh vulgarity and hatred because its the middle finger. the ring finger (heh! i already spoke about this one because of the myth that its connected to the heart and also holds wedding rings) represents love and the pinkie represent promise (PINKIE PROMISE!) and the thumb represents basic functioning and interpretations (because the thumb helps us literally hold things and also thumbs up and down shows your view on things)

i think if i just tack this idea onto the other post about ring fingers then it would be kinda unrealted + plus too long SO ITS GOING HERE. all the mtt are missing ring fingers because i said so. dust is missing an index finger because if the trio break up he's the only one that wouldnt have anywhere/one to go. also he'd struggle to smoke and i think that horror would always complain about him smoking so it'd be like horror's still kinda there warding him off from smoking even though he's not there anymore. horror would lose his middle finger because he'd probably be the most agressive against kist in mttpoly and now without them there he's kinda chilled out. but also the agression and spark isnt there and now he's stuck in plain old boring regular horrortale again which isnt all that fun,,,, even if dust an killer sucked fighting was a way to pass time. but horror would never admit that. and i think killer could lose a thumb (ill be fr im just running out of fingers to use here. next thing yk i'll start talking about TOES) and then he'd struggle to hold knives normally now. he literally can't hurt others the way he hurt horror and dust (but also that could also mean that killer just has to come up with more creative ways to main. or also his reduced actions could result in him causing less trouble and therefore having less threats. depends on if killer wants to be a bit more knife happy or just chil,,,,,, you KNOW i gotta go with the knife happy idea mtt NEVER get a break and if they do i immediately forget about it)

dude imagine them with all these missing fingers 💀💀💀 that shit would lookd SO weird