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Alright... Fea Reaper... let's think about it.(　ﾟ 3ﾟ")~🎵

The world is riddled with mysteries big and small, and the fairies of Fairy Island are no strangers to the odd and fascinating of their quaint little world. They need not travel far to see something strange, feel something peculiar, or smell something otherworldly. Though they are so accepting of much of it, there are some instances where even they feel unnerved, be it a hybrid that they do not understand, or something else entirely that is beyond their comprehension.

They pride themselves on knowing more than the Big Folk, but there is much they, too, do not understand, and even when they have someone they may ask for answers, they’d be hard-pressed to feel enlightened by the conversation as riddles turn them around in circles. Infuriating.

Reaper, named so by his mother who passed far too soon, is a fairy many will avoid. He is shy, drawn back, velvet voice so softly spoken you’d hardly be able to hear him, and so unnerving to other fairies. His proportions seem a little off, though except for his too-long fingers, few can properly put a name to what they find wrong. Reaper just is wrong in all that he does, all that he is. His gaze feels void and all-knowing, his tall lanky figure looming despite his attempts to hunch and make himself smaller, his wings are wrong, wrong, wrong. He is wrong.

He weeps silently, emitting no sound as he caresses his cheeks; self-soothing. His hands, so cold and shimmery white, have a fatal touch. A winter fairy may survive a moment of contact with him, but as those hands touch them, they’ll begin to feel cold, so very cold, and all warmth and life begin to ebb out of them, like a breath stolen in the winter wind.

It is not Reaper’s intent to harm others, but he cannot control what powers he’s been cursed with. He does not know where they come from. Not from his mother, who had always been so careful and sweet, but rarely had she spoken of his father, always wishing to change the subject.

“He would have loved you, my faerling. He would have loved you.” Rarely would she say more than that, and Reaper understood it as a fact that he was dead, long gone before his birth, but the look in his mother’s eyes hinted at something different, yet she never elaborated; never explained. Had she wanted to wait until he matured? Had she hoped she’d die before the time came? Before he demanded answers? He’d never know, because she was gone. She was gone, and so was the knowledge of whom his father was and who he’d been.

Reaper’s accursed life must be from his father. How could it not be? He’d left and he’d never come back, never even as much as thought about Reaper and his mother; surely. Perhaps he’d known what Reaper would become, known that his bastard faerling would become a monster in every sense of the word. He must have known that it was his fault. It was his fault. It was his fault that Reaper was this way, and Reaper hated him. He hated him.

Oh, how easy it is to blame those who are not present to defend themselves, and Reaper must weep, because he wishes he knew why he was like this. Why? Why?!

“You bring forth a new life, knowing it will be accursed, and you flee from it like all else does, Father,” said Reaper, silvery tears trickling over shimmering bones, so beautiful and fair. “And you named me Reaper, Mother. You knew of what I was, what curse I held, and you named me accordingly before you, too, fled from me.” Dryly, he chuckled and sunk further into the snow surrounding him. He could not feel the cold.

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feeling impulsive so you're getting a messy sketch of silly sunny

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I hope every writer who sees this writes LOADS the next few months. Like freetime opens up, no writers block, the ability to focus, etc etc you're able to write loads & make lots of progress <3

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Some doodles from Royal Au, my comfort zone (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Market, hidden

A garden makeover, now with a nice kitchen

Let's try

Success

A chip off the old block

Bloodmoon, sonata

Guardian

Dream! & Nightmare! belongs to Jokublog // Epic! by Yugogeer // xGaster! & Cross! by Jakei // Horror! by Sour-apple-studios // Dust! by Rahafwabas

Bloodmoon, Ursa & War on Love series (+18) by Esino

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Just imagine，leviathantale nightmare doted on his dream baby hahah，and dream will start biting fingers or tentacles when angry hahaha，so cute

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Thanks for helping me reach the goal for XGASTER PLUSHIE In exchange, take this little teaser :3 (I was actually going to post this anyway, but I have a happy excuse to do it now)

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Trick or treat

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The Allure of Fantastical Colours

The allure of colours so bright and vivid may trick you near, but heed the warning of the ancient tales, for nothing in nature is innocent and sweet when its colours are clear and bright, for it wishes to catch your eye and call you closer, closer, and closer, until either your blood runs cold or is drained from your veins completely.

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Artwork by @necropathys

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The Allure of Fantastical Colours

The allure of colours so bright and vivid may trick you near, but heed the warning of the ancient tales, for nothing in nature is innocent and sweet when its colours are clear and bright, for it wishes to catch your eye and call you closer, closer, and closer, until either your blood runs cold or is drained from your veins completely.

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Artwork by @necropathys

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Dream: " Ah what a moment of peace ✌️ "

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Sku : " Sup"

*throw trauma at him*

Fun fact: I was actively drawing Dream sobbing his little heart out when I got the alert for this ask

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I wrote a lil' prologue for my aftermare fic ^^. Featuring Reaper (belongs to @renrink)

Prologue:

The reaper didn't know what exactly led him to that place. He just had a feeling. It was as if he knew something or someone would be waiting for him there. He would compare it to a tune. Yes, a tune. An annoying little tune that would keep nagging him, begging him to go. It was rather… intriguing. He decided to go, full of curiosity. What could attire a god of death like that ?

He entered a dark space, feet barely touching the ground as he floated forward, his dress fluttering with each of his movements. The place looked bare except for a batch of flowers a little further away from where he penetrated. No sound. He found it soothing, souls never were this quiet when the time to rip them came after all. He approached the flowers and touched them expecting them to whiltering under his death touch. They didn't.

« Cool... », he whispered, pleasantly surprised by the fact.

He immediately decided to roll over in the green grass to take a well-deserved nap. He didn't have the opportunity to slack off yet today and he was sure nobody would find him there. It was a good spot. Maybe he was going to keep it. Something was missing however ? He felt kinda uncomfy ? After some shuffling around, he put his hand under him to remove something. Crimply paper ? It was all torn up and the words written on it were bold, as if angrily scribbled. He focused a minute on it to decipher the half erased letters and read it aloud.

« To whoever is reading it, TOO LATE. I'm gone, one way or another. »

A red stain that loosely looked like a G was at the bottom. The god of death shuckled. So there was someone here before ! A shame this « G » was already gone, he was sure they must have been a very entertaining person.

He went back to his nap. Yeah, he was gonna come back here often. It was such a good nap spot.

Chapter 1, 2, 3

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Commission for @jann-the-bean <3 Thank you so much for your support!╰(*´︶`*)╯☆

Nightmare by jokublog

Ccino by black-nyanko

Killer by rahafwabas / rahaf-wabas / rahofy-sketch

idea by @help-im-a-gay-fish

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why do you ship Dreammare when its incest?

[Long post]:

Just kidding, here (≧∀≦)♡

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Happy 4th anniversary to X-orcist ♪

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Commission for @magicmurasaki ♪ Thank you very much for supporting me! (〃ω〃)♡

Nightmare by jokublog

Error by loverofpiggies

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That fic you wrote?

The one about the ship no one else cares about, or the deeply unpopular character, or the extremely unusual AU?

The fic that got no comments or kudos when you posted it?

Months or years from now, that fic might be exactly what someone is looking for in the sea of fics about all the popular characters, ships, and AUs.

Your fic might be the only fic out there that has what someone is looking for. The only fic that scratches the itch that it turns out you and that reader share.

And that's awesome.