#nightmare gang blackberry

[veigascc]

I just realized this but aren’t the only nightmare gang members who are used to gore nightmare horror and error since when killer black and dust killed people in they undergrounds they would turn to dust?

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𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 “𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭?”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭.

PART TWO.

pairing: bad boy!beomgyu x fem reader x yeonjun.

genre: polyamory, runaways, smut, strict parents, hurt/comfort, set in mid 00’s.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: profanity, mature themes, abuse, violence, alcohol consumption, jealousy, kiss between underage characters.

a/n: hi guys! this story will have two parts, a before and an after. originally, this was going to be something else, but when i started writing it, this whole other thing came out, and i mean who am i to stop it lol but pls give it a chance, i promise the wait for the second part will be well worth it! ty 🤍

You always knew your life wouldn’t be a small life.

In your little town, with the waterless river, and the train station with no trains—time didn’t exist there. You seemed to always remain that ten year old girl, that had run away from home. The one that got lost in the forest for three days, and came out someone else.

Summer would always be for them. The ones that found you—your boys. Filthy, bruised, scrawny boys with scratched up knees, and wide smiles. The brothers that shared no name. When the police saw you emerging from the woods close to the highway, they immediately took them away, and wrapped you in pastel blankets.

You had screamed then, cried and begged. Your mother was devastated, taking in your shocking state, unable to shake the feeling that her daughter had died. The you that stood there was a different beast.

And it belonged to them. The ones being led into the police vehicle, the ones that had been staring at you the whole time with serious eyes—eyes that spoke of your time in the trees, eyes that had promised to take you away one day.

No one ever spoke a word about those three days. Your mother had tried psychiatrist, after psychiatrist, but to no avail. Your mouth was zipped. Middle school passed by in a blur, your mind occupied completely with the thoughts of bright greens, and blackberry bushes.

You didn’t see them again until your first day of high school. They had been older than you, already in their fourth year. Rumors about them being in a cult ran rampage—others said they were drug dealers for the local gang. So many stories, told like fairytales; your boys were infamous characters, with many adventures.

Adventures—you knew of one. A girl, lying in mud, scared and teary eyed, saved by two knights that fed her berries, and played castle with her. There had been kisses, soft and stolen, but you’d rather not think of those. You understood none of it—not how you felt, or what you did.

You had been alone before. Never again after meeting them.

You learn their names through whispers of girls with nothing better to do than giggle about teenage boys. You’ve never giggled in your life. Your father was made of the blackest nightmares, you carried your mothers stinging hand with you everywhere.

Being lost hadn’t been nearly as bad as living in your house. Sometimes you wonder what is the point of any of it—the roof over your head, the dinner time. The pretending, and the beaten into silence.

You always knew your life wouldn’t be a small life.

Beomgyu, you write on your window sill one night. Yeonjun.

Your echoes.

They had noticed you, of course.

You looked the exact same, but taller. Hair always covering your face, walking along corners, careful not to alert anyone of your existence. Quiet as still water, sky with no wind.

Yeonjun had wanted to go to you, an utmost force pulling him towards you. He had wanted to apologize, to explain their disappearance, words ready to spill out, eyes to meet yours, see the softness, the clearness of them. No judgement, no bashing.

A clean slate—his second chance. He’d never stopped thinking about you once. His mind was already running—Beomgyu halted him, hand on shoulder.

“She’ll come to us.” A look between brothers.

An understanding deeper than shared blood—a pact.

For the next weeks, both boys had become your shadow, though you had no idea. You’d tried to carry on with living life as it was, dark and desolate. As far as you knew, the knights had forgotten you, or did not care anymore, and that realization had hit you like a ton of bricks. Your castle in the forest had crumbled.

You had to find your own escape now. Beomgyu had felt the change in you—he’d followed you to your house every night, had seen the deep sigh, the shut of your eyes, before you turned the key, opened the door.

He had pictured, since that day your mother had hugged you, muddy and fighting against her, that you had loving parents, a big house with a white fence, and a dog that had been in the family since before you were born. Perhaps a sibling. He had held onto that make believe fantasy throughout the years, behind walls, convincing Yeonjun along with himself.

He had wanted to believe that, because he brought you back. He had taken your hand, leading you out, believing that was the right thing, because you had been so kind to them. A girl as kind as you had to come from a good family, a family that loved you very much.

If that had not been true, the guilt would be unbearable. He had only given you up, because your words were a warmth he’d never felt. Because those three days had meant everything to him and his brother; they had been boys that knew nothing but blood, and misery. Boys that had travelled a long road, nothing to their name, exhausted and starved.

In a way, you had guided them out of that forest, too.

Beomgyu spent entire nights in his car, parked across from your place, watching, observing. Your bedroom was the one on the far left, and the light turned off around two am—what he assumed to be the other bedroom, your parents’, went dark earlier, the entire neighborhood under a thick blanket of silence.

That’s how, one night, he came to see your father slapping you across the face. It happened downstairs, by the big window, shadows moving fervently behind the curtains, and then suddenly—the smack. He recognized it clear as day, recalled it in all his memories.

He had left you to the wolves. Yeonjun had been right all along—no girl willingly stays gone, no girl begs stranger boys to play with her, bruises covering her body, dried tears staining her cheeks.

You disappeared from view, and the two figures went after you. Beomgyu was on the edge of his seat, hand on the door handle, ready, phone speed dialing Yeonjun.

“What happened?”

“That son of a bitch—her fucking father. He abuses her.”

Pregnant pause, static. “Fuck—fuck! I’m on my way, go. Fuck, Beom, I fucking told you, goddamnit—I’m on my way.”

Beomgyu went. He knew he could get arrested for trespassing, thrown back into juvie for what he was about to do, but this was you. This was about you; the kind, pretty girl that’s bled through his entire life. The one he played knight for—the one that showed him there’s love somewhere in him, despite the holes, and rot—despite the weeds, and storms.

The one that held you when you cried yourself dry, begging for them to take you with them, wherever they went, whatever they were.

“I’m done, I’m done—” You came rushing out, hands flailing about you, face contorted in hurt, a big red mark on your cheek.

Oh, hell no.

“Hey!” He called out, running towards you.

You turned to his voice, eyes widening, recognizing. Your father appeared after you, arm extended, grabbing you by the hair, forcing you back. You screamed, and almost tripped, trying to get away.

“Let her go!”

Beomgyu was not proud of who he was; he had a very erratic personality, always did did did without thinking, which nine times out of ten cost him big time. He blamed it on his childhood, and possibly his genes— his father had been a raging alcoholic, abusive to his mother, angry at the world, and his mom—his mom was an airhead, a good for nothing whore. Together, they made him—years of abuse, and neglect, until finally he found Yeonjun, and even then that gaping hole he had been born with, never filled, never closed.

Sometimes Beomgyu made bad decisions. This was one of them.

“Who the fuck are you, boy?” Your father dragged you in the house, eyes red, an animal waiting to pounce.

He knew this person well. This was his dad, and Yeonjun’s dad, and every other good for nothing piece of shit, that abused their children. They all had the same face, and they all deserved to die most painful deaths.

“None of your fucking business, old man.” His fist flew, no second thought, landing on your father’s jaw.

The man groaned and almost fell back, but quickly regained his balance, and grabbed Beomgyu by his shirt. The young boy knew what came after that, had lived it a thousand times, so he smiled a bright smile. A manic smile.

“Who the fuck,” punch “do you think,” kick “you are, you little punk?!”

Blood shot in his mouth, back raw against the pebbled driveway; he took all your dad had to give, all his anger, all the filth, so you didn’t have to. So you’d be safe, at least for tonight.

“Dad, no, get off him!” A flicker of your hair from his peripheral vision.

He wanted to call out to you, wanted to tell you it’s okay, he’s here now, he’ll be there from now on, always—but his head got smashed against the concrete, and it was getting hard to focus.

Police sirens went off in the distance, and tires screeched. Yeonjun couldn’t run fast enough. It was all happening in slow motion it seemed—your mom trying to take your dad off Beomgyu but getting pushed away, you, sobbing, grabbing on the old man’s shirt, pulling, ripping—neighbors coming out of their houses, curious, shocked to see the scene playing out—after all you had been such a quiet household—Beomgyu refusing to fight back, in fear of hurting you.

A fuming Yeonjun, tearing your dad off his brother, throwing him across the lawn, panting, seeing red.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch her again, you fucking prick. Be glad your daughter is in front of you. If we ever see you again, you’re fucking dead, you hear me? Mark my words, old man.”

He picked up his brother from the ground, bloody and half unconscious, and supported his weight, walking him to the car, sprawling him across the back seat. The sirens appeared closer then.

They had to leave.

You never moved from your place, too shocked, too drained to react to any of it. It had gone so wrong—the one time you managed to retaliate, to run, and even then, unsuccessful, fucked beyond imagination.

And your knights—back, ready to defend. Real, and coming to the rescue. They didn’t forget about you, they came. Nothing had ever mattered as much as this. This was everything.

“We’ll come for you,” Yeonjun promised you, that night, a hand stretched out to you, pulling you up and on him.

A cool kiss against your forehead, your mother’s mouth hanging open, a sizzling anger taking over her features.

“I swear to you, we’ll take you from here.”

“I knew it was you!” Your mother yelled, as one of the neighbors held her back. “Bring me back my daughter! Take this monster with you! She is not my flesh and blood…”

A panic attack wrapped around the woman, squeezing out tears and hysteria. Yeonjun watched as every word coming out stabbed you in the chest, hit you in the gut.

He knew they’d made the wrong choice taking you back, all those years ago. He felt it, like he felt that gravitational pull the day he saw you again. They were important, because they would be the ones to take you away from all this.

But you were too young, and they were about to get arrested again. Yeonjun eased the death grip he had on your hand—your haunted look was killing him, but he would be no help behind bars.

“I’d rather cut my hand off than leave you behind again.”

He was gone, as the police cars circled around your house.

For the next two years, everyone would talk about the incident. It had spread like wildfire, and soon your parents boarded themselves up in that house, forcing you to do the same thing.

You were only to go to school, and come straight back. And school had been Hell on earth—the teachers looked at you with such pity, the secret finally out—poor (Y/N), who could’ve known—but the reality is, they could’ve. They could’ve stopped it, if they had cared a little more. Your classmates avoided you like the plague, but that had always been fine with you. No questions to deal with, no mocking, no false pretenses.

They’d vanished overnight, it’d seemed. Seasons came and went, birthdays with no candles, one endless stream of black and white; you thought you’d lost your mind. Everything appeared to you dull, lifeless. You cared for nothing—even the fighting stopped. No more bruises to blame everything to, no more of anything. Nothing.

It was as if you had buried yourself alive. Your parents acted as if you weren’t there, and day by day, you started believing it—your body had turned into a ghost body. Words never bubbled inside you anymore, you had no desire to speak to anyone.

You counted down the days until they’d come. Sophomore, junior year. You were doing the haunting, you were playing into the horror of semi existing, because one day none of it would matter. You’d be far away from there, with your knights, and the world would regain its color, the sun would shine again.

You’d be aloud to break the muteness, veil lifted, lungs properly used.

But summer of your last year rolled around, and there had still been no word, no sight of them anywhere. You understood—they were already nineteen, and you were still a minor. You’d seen the fear in Yeonjun’s eyes, when the sirens neared.

Any day now, you wrote on that same window sill.

That day didn’t come until after graduation.

Late in the evening of your eighteenth birthday, a black car was parked in front of your school. It was a vintage model, something from an 80’s murder mystery movie.

Standing in front of it, in your gown, you saw them. Both there, real, smiling at you through the windshield.

They had come. They had come. Finally—finally you’d be free.

Running wasn’t fast enough. You stopped next to the passenger window, Beomgyu watching your every move. His hair was longer, darker. Real.

“How was the party?” Yeonjun asked from the drivers seat, tilting his head to meet your eyes.

Your cheeks were wet, heart elated. You entered the car with no hesitation, jumping in the front, limbs awkward, skinning your knee on the way. Your arms wrapped around Beomgyu, his own squeezing you tight against him.

“Boring,” you replied, voice muffled, pressed against his neck. “What took you so long?”

“We’re here now,” Yeonjun said, starting the car. “You’re with us now.”

They helped you through the back of your house, and you sneaked into your room, packing a small bag with a couple things. You didn’t need much, if anything at all. You just needed to get the hell away from there, that small life, that torture house. Going down the window, you noticed the way Yeonjun stared at you—with those serious eyes, like all those years ago, in the forest.

This would be it. You’d follow them anywhere now. You didn’t look back once.

Your parents never searched for you. It would be useless, anyway—you weren’t theirs anymore, not since the woods.

You belonged to them, now. And they’d take care of you with their lives, knights sworn to no one but you.

[good-realtor-bad-realtor-dynamic]

Sunny podcast is back after hiatus!

So many things were teased in this episode and we heard about some scenes that were never aired or featured on the DVDs!

Featuring...

Charlie on piano

Sun-damaged Glenn back from Hawaii

Complaining about 80s comedies, Three Amigos and Paramount+

Discussions about what works in film comedies from the '70s to early '00s and how sketches function differently

Brief talk of Mac's mommy issues

Episode chat

Premise of the episode came from Glenn watching "Intervention", a popular reality tv show at the time and discussing it in the writers' room, leading to Rob Rosell wondering what the difference between an intervention and a roast was

Gail the Snail was created as a pair with a brother Not Quite Right Robin, who was never introduced, as the Garbage Pail cousins in contrast to Dennis and Dee, the Cabbage Patch kids

Mary Lynn R was cast without an audition because she was a friend and she developed the character of Gail with rcg's notes in an unaired deleted scene shot opposite Frank at Guigino's before the funeral of Uncle Max

Nora Dunn who played Aunt Donna might have been unhappy when she came on set and realized how cheap and low-quality the show was

Marder and Rosell came up with all the insane quotes and concepts like nightcrawlers while writing this episode

Glenn and Charlie couldn't keep it together while filming the scene where Dennis writes Charlie's intervention letter to Frank but these outtakes didn't make it into the bloopers so we don't get to see

RCG were probably responsible for the idea that Dennis and Dee blame Gail the Snail "for making them salt her" (which is not a good feeling she's making them have)

They've previously mentioned the story of the reporter on location in Philly when Frank is doing his beer volcano bit, but in this ep they added that Danny got into an argument with her on live tv

Frank's volcano eruption was a nightmare for wardrobe and continuity because his beer gurgling was unscripted

[Talking about their shitty cameras] "We've destroyed our careers by presenting ourselves as clowns on videotape."

Season 16 teases

Confirmed that The Gang Goes Bowling was directed by Meg and shot in three days + one scene

It was a difficult shoot because of the number of side characters and continuity troubles during bowling, especially block shooting

There's a slow motion sequence in the episode which might have to be degraded to fit in with the rest of the show

Some colour grading/correction will have to be done on the s16 footage, which they usually never do, because they look red

Glenn was away for the first week of editing since he was at SXSW, sick and then on break in Hawaii, but he's back in now with his fresh pair of eyes

Charlie wants to add grain to the picture to dirty it up for the modern tvs and automotion plus

Return of a character from season 1 who fans have been asking about. Implied that the character was potentially dropped and hasn't appeared since season 1. Charlie's sister is the most obvious choice.

Other options include Mac's other gay cousin, any of the kids and teenagers from Abortion or Underage Drinking and Nikki Potnick, though she was mentioned again in season 7

Upcoming projects

Scott Marder and Rob Rosell are coming on for the S5E10 pod!

Glenn Howerton double feature on May 12 with Blackberry and Charlie's film Fool's Paradise.

Charlie only had Glenn in the movie until he did reshoots when he added a lot of Sunny cast. He offered Rob a role but he was busy. David Hornsby is also in it (not seen in the trailer).

IASIP season 16 is coming out in June.

In the meantime, RCG say to watch Succession and Tommy Boy.

[unknownchoatic]

Well thinking of a way of how blackberry would join the bad sanses it ended being how he joined in a language barrier au instead

https://www.tumblr.com/veigascc/750373132498518016/i-just-thought-of-a-way-of-how-blackberry

thats like actually so preppy. like Nightmare shows up with a (very confused) swapfell guy. and he kinda just gets left to interact with the rest of the gang. and so like hes trying to have a conversation but no one else in the gang speaks Japanese

Killers like “come on Dusty, go talk to the new guy” and Dust just looks at Killer and goes “idfk what this guys saying”

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

any fluffy fic recs? i'm really anxious and need it :(

(My Masterlist)

FIRST OFF!!! UPDATE!!! Just as I started to get inspiration and motivation to write again, my laptop broke. It was old and I should've seen it coming, but I didn't, and lost a bunch of work, and had to spend a ton of money on a new one. HOWEVER I now HAVE that new laptop and it's touchscreen with a 360 degree hinge and I love it and I'm BACK babeeeey!!!

Second off!! Sorry it took me so long to reply anon, for the reasons above, but let's get going on those fluffy recs!!

Here's a couple that I've written:

A Slight Embarrassing Exposure🧡(Around 2k. Arthur walks in on a previously kept secret, and is rather pleased about it. Lots of teasing occurs, but it’s all very soft and loving. Implied but no explicit sexual content. Merleon :D) 

Old Friends🧡💙(Morgana and Elyan already know)(Around 4.2k. When Arthur, (good) Morgana, Merlin, and Gwen head back to rescue Gwen’s brother, they all discover a little more about Merlin’s past. Arthur is a little horrified, Gwen is annoyed and then uncomfortable and then fond, and Morgana thinks the whole thing is rather funny. Fluffy Merlyan Reunion :D)

The Never Ending Peace💙(Around 2.4k. The Gang gathers to celebrate one year since magic was legalised. This is nothing but softness and fluff, Merlin sings really well. Merleon and Arwen😄)

Visiting the Druids💙(around 5k. Arthur sees Merlin in Emrys-Mode for the first time, and immediately falls in love. Happy Merthur Ending :))

And here's a few of my Rec List:

5 times Merlin helped Leon through a nightmare (+1 time Leon helped Merlin through his own) OK so I absolutely ADORE this, it's one of my all time favourite BBC Merlin fics, and it's about the growing friendship between Leon and Merlin. There are no romantic ships at the forefront of this, but it's just written really beautifully and I really really Love it (around 9k)

Into the Stars MERTHUR!! Arthur is pining and very stupid, so when he finds out that Merlin loves the stars, he spends HOURS teaching himself about them, so he has something to talk to Merlin about, instead of just.... telling him how he feels. I love this, it's so cute (almost 5k)

A Dragon’s Treasure MERTHUR!!! Super cute. Becoming Dragon Lord has some physical AND mental side-effects, Merlin sorta loves it, sorta hates it. I LOVE this one and it’s just really funny and sweet and cool (around 5k)

Knit up your cloak about you MERLIN/LEON!! It's a favourite rare-pair of mine. All from Arthur's perspective. He is struggling as a new King, and wants to bring his two closest friends and advisors together, because he thinks the three of them could do astounding things if they just start to understand each other properly. He finds he doesn't actually have to put that much work in as he watches their relationship develop. It's just really well written and I love it (around 6.7k)

The Court Sorcerer's New Clothes MERTHUR!! Merlin likes to embroider to de-stress and Arthur discovers this. It's just really sweet🥺 (around 2.1k)

Over, Under, Around Through the Heart MERWAINE!! Braiding hair is a courting ritual in Ealdor. Gwaine has no idea about that when Merlin starts braiding his hair constantly, and frankly, Merlin wants it to stay that way so he can indulge in his little harmless fantasy. Except of course Gwaine figures it out. It's so cute and well written I'm in love with this (almost 5k)

You Love Me background Merwaine, but mostly focused on Elyan and Gwaine's friendship. ADHD Gwaine struggles with low self esteem and Elyan has a few things to say about that. I love it, it's so soft and sweet and wonderful (around 1.2k)

Blackberries, Griffins and a Kiss For You MERCALOT!! Mostly from Gwaine’s point of view. A few of the knights are away and Lance is missing Merlin. Gwaine tries to figure out what the inside joke involving Griffins is, but ultimately leaves them to it and is happy for his besties. It’s so cute. It’s so sweet. Lots of fluff, no dramatics, just cuteness (around 2.5k)

A Father's Wisdom MERTHUR!!! VERY ooc Uther, in which The King can tell immediately that Merlin is Balinor’s son, but assigns him to Arthur anyway. He finds out about their secret relationship and is awkwardly, endearingly supportive, despite being a little befuddled. Look, I hate Uther just as much as the next BBCM fan... but this is amazing. (around 2.1k)

For Now and Always MERWAINE!! Gwaine panics when Merlin is momentarily lost. Merlin makes a joke about marriage, and Gwaine suddenly finds himself completely unafraid of committing himself to someone for the long-term, so proposes on the spot. Straight up fluff. So sweet. So wholesome (around 1k)

Friendship Merlin and Leon friendship. Merlin is struggling to recover after the Lamia, but Arthur forces him and Leon to take a four day trip into the woods so Merlin can teach Leon about herbs and healing. Leon forces a conversation because Merlin is acting odd and it’s just very🥺(around 3.2k)

And for the ULTIMATE FLUFF (Also part of my normal Rec List but I thought it deserved special recognition in the Fluff department):

tell me what it’s like to conquer, tell me what it’s like to burn MERTHUR!! Slow-burn, what if Merlin and Arthur actually had run away together? They get on horses and ride as fast as they can for as long as they can. There’s only so long you can live with the other half of your soul before you fall in love. DOMESTICE BLISS!! THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS EVER!!! (around 2.8k)

I hope this is enough for you anon!! These aren't all the fluffy ones on my Rec List by a LONG shot, but last time I checked I think there were over a hundred fics on there so😅. If you need more, take a browse, or ask me for specific recs :D

[theglasscat]

wip prompt title meme

tagged by the wonderful @jeejyboard

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Prev sorted fic and OCS which I admire but I have little writing besides fan-fiction. I keep three massive files of assorted drabbles and snippets and the ones that can hold my attention until the end or until themes materialized get posted. Here are the most eligible bachelors in order of likeliness to ever be published.

-Blackberry Stone Chapters 20.5-21 (Oz) -seam rip and reassemble Over the Rainbow: Dorothy Gale's Gay Self Discovery Edition (Oz) -Lines of Communication (DW/Pat Gang Big Finish) -Hen Night/Honeymoon (DW/Pat Gang Big Finish) -Very horny 6th chapter to Words (DW/Pat Gang but not Big Finish) -Lord Foster's Ball (DW/Pat Gang Big Finish) (I did say the outline was free game in a discord server but the silliness that it could hold keeps calling to me) -In which Pearl and Greg take Connie to a gay bar for her 21st (SU) -Playing the Field (Trip) -Scary Godmother/The Nightmare Before Christmas crossover but make it sapphic and about heteronormativity I think I want it to end like Zendaya in Dune II riding out into the desert

@jennyandvastraflint @ragdoll-ren @leiathewarrior @ literally any other mutual who does fic i'm forgetting all you beautiful nerds

[crushofdoves]

Just read the new chapter and just had to come and scream about the absolute THROWBACK that buying a new ringtone is. I remember my phone only having the capacity for 3 songs and one of them being bad touch by the bloodhound gang 😭

not bloodhound gang 😭

no like, my older sister had a blackberry in like ’08 or ’09 and buying ringtones for it was SUCH a nightmare, and the web browser never worked right. and the audio quality sucked! and it was never the part of a song that you wanted to use, it was like. random parts of the verse or whatever.

the only good thing about cell phones in the early 2000s is that they could hold a charge 4ever. like i charged my phone maybe once a week.

[the-wereraven]

Consider:

The Gang™ but in Little Nightmares.

[lover-of-skellies]

Who is the dumbest skele when hanging around but is strangely the smartest when solving a problem?

My first impulse was to say Mutt, since I picture him as being pretty quiet normally and letting the Tiny Tyrant (Blackberry) handle things. Around a group of friends, he has to share a single brain cell with all of them, but when things are serious, he finally starts acting like the genius he really is

I also wanna say Killer too, because he strikes me as a total idiot when with the rest of Nightmare's little gang, but when alone, maybe he actually starts to use his brain a little more

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Got more- headcanons about Dream and Nightmare?

The goop and the banana-

Yep! Here we go-

Nightmare:

- The freaking KING and guardian of negativity and nightmares.

- After the battle with Dream at the Apple incident, and Dream turning to stone, he had trouble controlling his newfound power and ended up teleporting to a random AU.

- He ended up destroying it.

- Over time he grew used to his powers and began wreaking havoc and spreading negativity.

- He had found an unfinished AU with only a few characters and a castle. He killed the characters and claimed the castle.

- More time passes and he had gotten the Nightmare Gang together. Consisting of Killer, Dust, Horror, Blackberry, and Fell (Cross was much later-).

- He met Error and made a deal to be ally's.

- He and his gang wreak havoc.

- After Dream unfroze from the stone and joined the Star Sanses, Dream began confronting Nightmare and fighting.

- Nightmare dispises Dream, but likes to toy with his feelings.

- The True Nightmare sometimes can take a small amount of control.

- True Nightmare loves and misses his brother, but will never be freed.

- Nightmare has no sign of ever becoming better.

Dream:

- After he unfroze from the stone, Ink found him and convinced Dream to stay with him.

- Ink and Dream found an odd out Blueberry and took him for their group.

- They dobbed themselves the Star Sanses.

- Dream decided to tell them about Nightmare and they started searching for him.

- The first time they encountered Nightmare, Dream tried to talk with him, but it became a battle.

- Every time after that, Dream has tried to talk but they always end up fighting.

- Dream tries to find ways to stay positive, but it gets harder and harder for him.

- Dream still believes that Nightmare can be saved.

Brothers:

- If they are near each other, they are battling.

- There have been few, very rare moments, that Dream has been able to talk to True Nightmare.

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Woo hoo!

Another one down! You guys can submit your own head canons if you like as well!

Hope for more asks! nwn

[tracle0]

hello hey hi and a splendid saturday to you, I come bearing a question for the wip4 gang and that question is: what is each of their most significant memories? additionally, are there any memories they would jump at the chance to get rid of? ok bye please have an excellent day \o/ (and before you yell at me I'm going to sleep now I swear)

I’m glad that when you even LOOK at me you think ‘oh sleep time’ I am Pavlov and you are my dog and this metaphor is stupid I will answer your question now

I’m gonna... assume this is uhh pre-story question because I know for a fact that at least three characters would change their answer to at least one question if it was post-story. My house, my rules. 

Keaton’s most significant memory is p r o b a b l y the time when he was in year 12 (17), and he was called to the head of sixth form office. He’d been at this school since year 7 (11), and had realised he was trans in year 8 (12/13), and had then been fighting for the right to use his bathroom ever since. This had previously resulted in punishment. In year 10 (15), he made progress, being allowed to use the disabled bathroom, but he wanted the men's bathroom dammit. 

Anyway, called to head of sixth form, assumed it was related to that issue. Pessimistic about the whole ordeal. 

Turned out there was another student in like year 9 who had come out as trans as well, and the school had gone ‘UHHHHHHHHH LET’S DO BETTER THIS TIME’ so Keaton, being the only other trans student in this rural Norfolk school, was assigned as her... mentor??? I guess? 

He was half like ‘fuck y’all’ and half like ‘I will not let this young woman go through the same shit you all put me through, I will guard her like a HAWK’. He was still not allowed to use his bathroom, but he makes her fight a little easier; she’s allowed to use her bathroom in year 10, after he left. They still meet up every now and then for coffee. 

Memory to be rid of: First day on a Professional Set, he walked backwards whilst taking a tea order and fell into a bin. Terrible first impression. He still got jobs afterwards, but sometimes people will be like ‘oh yeah I’ve heard of you you’re the bin guy’ and he wants to punch them. 

This is getting long already I’m gonna put the rest under a cut

I know you’re here for Mika so I’ll go to them, most significant memory: probably his first pride? He didn’t intend to go to pride, but he was in the city on the day of pride and just walked past all these rainbows and flags and people being so open and proud and themselves. He was maybe fifteen, and had been having those fun Gender Feels that you try and hide at age fifteen, because you’re only fifteen and most people tell you you’re not old enough to know anything about yourself, yknow? 

Someone gave him a flyer at one point, and when he got back to his Ultra Christian Household, he hid it and would read through it some nights. When he had it memorised, he started to explore more about queerness online. He’s the guy who can tell you all about LGBT history due to this research. This was only done in the city on the library computers, where his trail couldn’t be tracked. It gave him some sort of start for labels, some sort of safe space, some sort of New Approach to everything he’d been feeling. 

Memory to be rid of: last day in Ultra Christian School. He was raised Catholic and went to Catholic school and it wasn’t awful until he was about fourteen, at which point he started to grow his hair. They told him to cut it constantly. He was punished for it. He kept the hair. 

It got bad but it wasn’t until he was about seventeen that it really buckled; first real notable psychotic episode. He told people, they were convinced it was some sort of possession, convinced he’d sinned, convinced of all these horrible things about him and drove him out until he could ‘act normally’ again. He did not go back. 

In all honesty, the second he turned 18, he took his savings from various dead grandparents and a part-time job, bought a second-hand (maybe third-hand) camper-van and left home. 

He goes back for Christmas only. 

Mooooving on, Lynne! Who I do not talk about enough; she’s also part of the documentary squad, and actually the reason the whole squad exists. Producer and director, she’s very cool okcoolthanks

Most significant memory: That one time she was thirteen and her parents had officially declared their divorce. She was living with her dad and it was really, really weird and she was not enjoying it. Divorce is a big deal to some families, and this family was one of them, and she was really unsure about her entire future. 

Cue Mika, young and mostly obedient, kicking down the door (not literally) and kidnapping her (again, not literally) to come pick blackberries with him (very literally). They stayed out until the sun went down in early Autumn. She forgot about the divorce for a small amount of time. They ended the day eating fish and chips straight from the paper whilst sitting in a tree and talking about nothing important at all. 

They made jam out of the blackberries the next day. It was gross. Both of them refused to admit it was gross. 

Memory to be rid of: She went camping one time with friends from school. Lynne is Muslim and so did not go to Catholic school with Mika, they just lived near each other, and so school friends went ‘hey we’re going camping you should come’ she did come. 

It was a mess. They were fifteen and determined to drink, and English peer pressure to drink is weird, so she did take some drink but didn’t drink it. Someone threw up on her tent and blamed it on her. No-one bought any food or water, the only thing she was able to drink was lemonade bought for mixing and that had ants in it within two hours. 

She woke up first and left them all there, then walked home because she was meant to be lift-sharing. It took an hour and a half. She preferred that to being in the car. 

That group wasn’t her only group of friends, but it was her main group, so things were awkward for a while. 

Moving on from Documentary Squad, Percival! Percy Percival who I wish I could call Percy because it’s so much easier to write. 

Significant memory: winning an art contest when he was like. Eleven. Really living the high-life, ol’ Percival. It was a city-wide contest, with various age categories. He was part of the 11-18 clump, which put him at a disadvantage, but he still won. As a reward, his art was replicated on a mural in one of the shopping malls in town, and he got some fancy vouchers for a fancy art shop in the city. 

Winning the art contest made him go ‘oh wait I’m actually good at this thing I really like doing I should learn how to do that more’ and you could barely pry him away from his sketchbook from that point on. 

Those vouchers were stored away until he was 14 and doing art GCSE, at which point he bought a nice sketchbook and oil paints. He’s now very good at oil painting. I hate him for being good at oil painting. Oil painting SUCKS. 

Memory to be rid of: I’m torn between three and they’re all similar so I’ll go for all of them. 

#1 - losing an eye to Abby’s experiments. You read the lil short story I think (I know I checked just now) - she’s a very kind and loving sister who sometimes moves his body parts around. One time, he lost an eye and went blind for a few weeks. He had nightmares about it for months. It was very painful.

#2 - losing a finger. To Abby’s experiments. It was the middle finger on his left hand and it didn’t go back into place quickly enough - now it’s always numb and discoloured. Good news is he’s right-handed and not a musician so no worries about losing dexterity on that hand. 

#3 - losing two ribs. To Abby’s experiments.  There’s a very clear trend here. She wanted to try moving things she couldn’t see around. She moved two ribs away. She decided it was more dangerous to put them back. Now they just have two of Percival’s ribs lying around. 

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On that note, final person, this is very long. Abby! She’s fun. Most significant memory;

okay the word ‘significant’ has caught me off-guard several times cause like wow how do you figure out significant memories for people. I don’t have just one, yknow? But I think I know one for her. 

She’s the eldest out of her and Percival and, for a while, people wanted her to set an example for him, which she tried to do, but she wasn’t good at what people wanted her to be good at. She’s good with people. She’s good at very specific parts of biology. She’s good at psychology. She’s not good at school and tests. 

So, when Percival started to beat the standards she set for him, her parents almost... egged competition on. Played favourites, compared the two siblings. Nobody really noticed what she could do, they only cared about what she struggled with. And the parents were rarely around to help out with what she was struggled with. So she struggled on and tried to keep her head high.

Cue a family wedding, she was snooping around the snack table at the reception and overheard her parents talking about her. And how they were almost disappointed in her. How they were annoyed that she couldn’t be more like Percival, honestly, what did they do wrong? 

She got bitter. She pretends she doesn’t care but she’s bitter, and with no parents around to lash out at, she lashes out at Percival, who isn’t even aware. Good times. Not good times. Significant times. 

Memory to be rid of: Honestly? Probably hearing her parents talking about her at the family wedding. It stings. 

A n y w a y this was extremely long I like going into detail with short stories, if you read this far then thank you I appreciate it I will give you a feather from my feather collection. Probably a swan feather. I have a lot of swan feathers. 

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Okay so made this because I want more crack fic scenarios

so the murder time trio find out that dadmare is dating epic and they decide as revenge to try and woo epic gaster

also the murder time trio here comes from aus where there aren’t not related to they gasters the only other person in the gang who is not related to a gaster is nightmare

which is why they didn’t involve error or black they didn’t involve cross because of what he went though with xgaster

Because of that cross doesn’t know that epic is dating nightmare so the only people who know are the mtt and error because of course he does

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The River by be-the-creatue-fan (Read my first story AIN'T NO TIME LIKE 1969 before reading this story)

Chapter 1

"Martin? What are you doing here again? Dr. Corvado was looking everywhere for you!"

Martin turned around to see who was talking to him.

"Mom?! What are you doing here?"

"It's a good thing that we've found you in time." Linda Kratt said as she grabbed Martin arm and took Martin away from the tomb stone.

"Mom, what are you doing? where are you taking me?"

She didn't say a single word and they both continued walking until they got to the parking lot. There stood an ambulance type vehicle with several doctors and police officers that ran towards him.

"Mom? MOM! What are you doing? what's going on!?"

Linda remained silent but her eyes were starting to water up as the doctors restrained him and shoved him into the back. One of the doctors looked very familiar, Martin looked at the name tag that was on the doctors shirt. Dr Corvado.

"Aviva! Oh man it's so good to see a familiar face!"

But Aviva didn't say a word, and ignored him. Martin being very confused still tried to talk to her, but with no luck.

"Aviva it's me Martin, Me, You, Chris, Koki and Jimmy would go around the world to rescue animals. you're a genius inventor and-"

"Smith! he's speaking crazy talk again, we should probably give him the shot now."

"Alright Corvado he's your patient."

"Wait what shot? Aviva you have to listen to me we were friends you have to beli-"

And just like that Martin was out cold.

Chapter 2

(Flashback to July 20th 1973)

It was what you would call a perfect summer day, the sun was shining, the sky was blue and excitement was still in the air. Chris had just celebrated his 4th birthday and he was still hyped about being another year older, but he was even more excited to go with Martin and his older sisters to the near by river at the place where the whole family camped.

"Bill are you sure Chris is old enough to go with them to that river?"

"Linda, of course he's old enough, they're going to the shallow part of the river, and plus I'll be close by incase the kids need anything."

"Oh alright, have fun you guys!"

As Bill, Martin, his sisters and Chris got closer to the river the more excited Chris became.

"Martin are we there yet?"

"It's going to be awhile until we get there, but don't worry we'll be in there in no time"

But Chris wasn't the most patient kid and decided to run ahead.

"Now Chris don't run to far ahead yah hear!" Bill called out.

"I won't!"

After a while of walking and running they finally made it to the river, only to find it flooded from the storm the night before.

"Welp, looks like we can't go swimming gang"

"WHAT!? But why Daddy?" Chris winned

"Well you see squirt, the river is over flooded, it's too dangerous to go swimming, but, it's not to dangerous to go berry picking" Bill said as he pointed towards some blackberry bushes. "Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Uh I guess" Chris said a little disappointed.

So Martin, his sisters and Chris started picking blackberries close to the river as Bill went fishing just up river not to far from them.

"Man it's hot outside, I'm gonna cool off in the river"

"But Martin, Daddy said to not go in the river because it's to dangerous" Chris said

"Yea, he said it was dangerous for you because your to little"

"I'm not too little, I just turned 4!"

"Yea, and I'm 7 almost 8, I'm technically a man, and I'm old enough to go into the river if I want to."

Chris didn't take that to kindly and wanted to prove that he wasn't the little kid that everybody thought he was. When no one was watching he decided that's when he would make his move to go into the river.

"Chris what are you doing?" Susan said (one of the twin sisters)

Chris didn't respond as he jumped into the river. Chris underestimated the depth and power of the river as he was swept away by the strong current.

"MARTIN! Chris jumped in the river!" "He's getting carried down river!"Both Christine and Susan screamed.

Martin turned around to see Chris's head pop out for a split second, before the current pulled it back down.

"Susan! Go and get Dad! Me and Christine will try to get Chris out!"

Susan ran to get Bill as Martin got out of the river because even he knew that the current was to strong for him.

"MARTIN! HELP ME! *GASP* MOMMA ,PAPA *GASP* SAVE ME!...... save me....." Chris's head went under again.

"CHRIS! NOOOOO!"

(A few hours later)

Mr and Mrs. Kratt, we've found your son's body down river and I regret to inform you that your son didn't make . We are so sorry for your lost. we need-....................................

Martin and his sisters were sitting inside the trailer, he could hear his mom screaming in agony, he looked out the window to see them both crying. That's when Martin knew, but that's not how it was happen, Chris didn't die, he couldn't have died, he didn't die, he didn't die, he didn't die!

(Back in Present day)

Martin woke up to find himself in what seemed to be some sort of jail cell.

"Martin, you awake?"

"Jimmy? Is that you?"

Chapter 3

"Jimmy! Oh my gosh I'm so glad you're here! Where is here anyways"

"We're in some sort of insane esylem, but that's all I know because HOW ON EARTH DID WE GET HERE!!!"

"What is the last thing you remember?"

"Well, I was asleep in the Tortuga and the next thing I heard was sombody screaming and when I woke up I ended up here. I saw Aviva but for some reason she didn't respond, it was like she didn't recognize me"

"Wait do you remember Chris being alive?"

"Yea why wouldn't he be alive...unless. What happened while I was asleep?"

Martin explained what had happened to him, Chris's gravestone. the strange dream and how Aviva treated him on his way to the esylem.

"Oh my gosh...OH MY GOSH!"

"Jimmy what is it?"

"Its all wrong, this wasn't supposed to happen, when Chris went to the past, something happened that messed up the space time continuum."

"Well, how are we going to fix it?!"

"I-I don't know, its going to be hard to find the cause of how or what caused this to be our new reality. Time is very complicated stuff."

"Wait, how do you know about this stuff?"

"Martin, I don't just sleep, eat pizza and play video games all day. I usually subcaunsely listen to what Aviva and Koki talk about when it comes to complicated things like time trampolines and such."

"Oh"

"Hey Cell 37! SHUT UP!"

Martin and Jimmy turned to see one of the guards banging his fist on thier cell door. Then they saw the shadows of two other faceless figures before the door opened.

"I don't know how you escaped this time, but we'll make sure that it doesn't happen again yah hear?" The first person said

Martin and Jimmy were very confused as the 2nd figure walked in. Aviva walked in with a huge syringe. That was the last thing both Martin and Jimmy remembered.

Chapter 4

Martin and Jimmy were laying on their bunks. Numb, Cold, Afraid, their heads were pounding and they both were uncontrollable twitching. Martin's eyes began to water from the pain that he felt. Jimmy on the other hand felt anger and rage, his blood began to boil. Jimmy jumped from his bunk and ran to their cell door.

"YOU HEARTLESS SWINE!!! WE'RE NOT THE CRAZY ONES, YOU'RE THE CRAZY BIT-"

"Jimmy?" Martin said with a weak voice. "Was Chris ever alive? Or was I just crazy this whole time?"

"No, Martin, your not crazy, we're not crazy, Chris was alive. He was alive..."

The Next few days were rough for Jimmy and Martin as their hope began to dwindle. Martin kept having the same nightmares of his brother's death as well as having the same horrible dream of him just disappearing from existence like what he had originally witnessed, as the days passed it was getting harder to believe what was true. Jimmy was also going through a rough time. He still felt utterly betrayed by Aviva and missed Koki dearly.

"I wonder where Koki is?"

"Who knows." Martin said kind of miffed

"You know I loved her, right? I-I wanted to tell her how I felt...b-but I was always too chicken, a-and now I might never get the chance."

"Well sucks to be you. At least Koki might be alive somewhere, but guess what, Chris is dead and everyone thinks I'm a looney!"

Jimmy fell silent as he was to angry to say a word.

Weeks turned into months and not a word was spoken.

Until one day Martin overheard a conversation.

"I think I did it!"

"Did what Ms Corvado?"

"Well, for the past couple of years I've been working on a time machine and now I've think I've done it!"

"So she has been working on a time machine" Jimmy said kind of miffed.

"But what good would that do" Martin said feeling rather hopeless "it not like we can fix any of this, or can we..."

(Meanwhile with Chris)

Martin, that was the last thing Chris saw before he felt as if he was drowning. Fear was the last feeling that Chris had before he dissapeared into the abyss.

"Wh-Where am I?"

But the only response he got was an echo. His surroundings were white at first before becoming more clear. The first thing that came into focus was the green grass and the surrounding tombstones, soon more things came into focus he spotted Martin standing infront of one of the tombstones.

"Martin!" Chris yelled as he ran towards his brother to embrace him, but he went right through him.

Martin didn't hear him, he couldn't hear him, he couldn't feel him, Chris was nothing more than a soul.

(I'm putting this story on hold I am so sorry for leaving this on a cliff hanger I just need to think how I'm going to continue the story because honestly I ran out of ideas. Oop)

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Okay so heres something thought up nightmare wants to recruit black to join the gang but can’t do it himself so he sends the murder time trio to go and recruit him instead

they weren’t sure which swapfell/fellswap sans they should have been recruiting so each of them went out and ended up recruiting black wine and razz

killer went for black horror went for wine and dust went for razz

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I got bored thought of this crack fantasy isekai au where nightmare is in the role of the final boss and decides to summoning some henchman/minions to help him in beating the hero party/star sanses

nightmare ends up summoning the murder trio and error who were all in jail when nightmare summoned them cross and black still work for nightmare in this au unfortunately those 2 will have to deal with those guys crazy shenanigans

they all still skeleton but when they got summoning they all got magic powers and have no idea how to use them since the world the trio and error come from a modern day with monsters world but no magic

I can’t think of a good name for this au so for now I’m just gonna it call the isekaiverse

This post was edited on the 9 of April: I kinda like the idea of nightmare ended up with those 4 knuckleheads so I put the apocalypse ship tag in the post (apocalypse is the ship name for the murder time trio error and nightmare if anyone were wondering)

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So I made a list of what I think same of the different sanses would be doing if they were in the one piece world I’m starting this off with saying first that I’m only give them all existing devil fruit and not all them will have devil fruits second I will not be going over who has haki

nightmare would be the captain killer would be the musician and second in command error would be archaeologist making him the one able to reading the poneglyphs dust would be the doctor horror would be the shipwreck black would be the navigator and final cross would be the sniper they crew don’t have a cook they all take turns cooking

now for the star sanses dream and ink would both with the revolutionary army and blue would be a ex marine who joined them

Now for devil fruits obviously error is getting the string string nightmare i could either see the dark dark fruit or the mochi mochi fruit

I’m not giving killer and cross the dice dice fruit or the snip snip fruit

dust I could imagine have the venom vemon fruit do to karmic retribution Ink would have the brush brush fruit and would probably have the glint glint fruit

That’s all If any of you guys have any ideas then please share