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[vanglaggle]

killer's priorities 😊

horror belongs to sour-apple-studios

dust belongs to ask-dusttale

killer belongs to rahafwabas

nightmare belongs to jokublog

[mxfortunecookie]

I saw a lot of people doing pixel art, forgot how much I enjoyed doing it, so thanks for the reminder lmao

First time I’ve drawn… most of them on the same piece.

I couldn’t figure out how to get nm all the way in, so he’s just out screen 😭

(plz don’t mind the ugly ass carpet, I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to do for background

I did this shit on my phone 💀…never again

W.out background | simple shades | flats

line art | quick sketch I did, like, a week ago

Credits-

Cross: Jakei95

Dust: Ask-Dusttale

Horror: horrortalecomic / sour-apple-studios

Killer: rahafwabas

Nightmare: Jokublog

Happy Holloween 👋:D

[nu1lst4rs]

(rough) designs for our personal au are finished.

the ask blog will be active the next week or two, probably once we get back to australia for school. in the mean time, please please please send us asks about these guys... i love rambling about my au and its world building... literally anything about the it. even characters without refs yet... blinks my pretty little eyelashes.

2 more doodles under cut

[chasmbreach]

merry gyftmas for @/hazerun3

[mikimakiboo]

Time Travelers AU - Standing Guard

I came back from the deads for a few days, and I'm sick btw so I might return to the deads soon

Anyway (really) small chapter to get back on track (hopefully)

@ancha-aus cmhere friend

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The night was fresh, but not too cold, which was good as they were all sleeping outside. They arrived late, the sun was soon to set, they wouldn't find anyone willing to let them stay at their house at night. Cross didn't like that they had to sleep under the trees, the forest was dangerous, they were vulnerable in the dark, but the others had to rest, the jump had been tiring.

He looked at them, Horror was sitting against a tree, Dust was next to him, seeking warmth as his clothes didn't look very warm, Killer was a little apart, he had climbed up a small tree to sleep far from the ground, and finally Nightmare was near the river, against a tree as well, seeming still mad as he kept his distance. Cross was standing guard. He couldn't go to sleep, someone had to watch out, and the others were tired, plus it was his job to protect them. He yawned, feeling his own tiredness emerging a little more, and went to walk around the area, trying to stay awake. He listened carefully, stopped to look around, but didn't spot anything.

When he came back to where the group was, Horror was awake. He looked at Cross when he arrived, relieved to see he wasn't far, and got up carefully as to not wake Dust up. Cross was ready to tell him he could go back to sleep, that there wasn't any danger and he just went to check, but Horror was faster.

- Sofa at ótt.

He told him, pointing at where he was previously sitting. Cross looked up at him confused, did he want him to sit ? He couldn't sit, he had to stand guard.

- Eo ne poez.

Cross declined, but Horror shook his head, not taking his refusal for an answer.

- Hvíla. He said to Cross, then pointed at himself. Gæta.

Cross kept staring for a while, not quite understanding what Horror wanted. Was there a problem ? Did he misunderstood ? Was Horror not asking him to sleep but wanted to tell him something else ? What was he trying to say ?

- Warde. Horror finally said, pointing at himself again.

That was French. That was a word in Cross's language. One he had used a few days ago when Dust told him he did a good job and could take a break. One Horror apparently remembered. Warde: guard. Horror wanted to stand guard with him ?

- Sleep. He pointed to Cross.

That was a word in Dust's language, one Dust had used quite often to say "dormir". Horror wanted him to sleep ? He wanted to take turn in standing guard to allow Cross to rest ? The offering was quite tempting, and Cross was tired, but it was his job to protect them ! He couldn't sleep on the job ! But again, if he was tired, he couldn't protect them properly as his attention span would be longer. He would put them in danger if he couldn't react fast enough... so maybe he could sleep a little, let Horror handle it for a while and come back after a quick nap ?

He looked at the place next to Dust. It was... even more tempting, to sit next to him, let him sleep on his shoulder... no time for distractions. He looked up at Horror and handed him his sword. Horror didn't have his axe anymore, he needed a weapon, even though Cross was sure the Viking could take someone in a fight with his bare hands and win, but prevention is better than cure.

Horror looked at the sword before looking up at Cross, confused, but ended up grabbing the sword when seeing his insistant gaze. He pat him on the shoulder, and went to take his place watching over them.

Cross looked at him before turning to Dust, who was still sound asleep against the tree. He felt his cheeks getting hotter the longer he looked at him. He was going to sleep so close to him. Would it be weird ? Would Dust be disappointed to see him instead of Horror when waking up ? Should Cross sleep somewhere else ?

Dust shivered, and Cross didn't think much longer before sitting down next to Dust and putting his cape around him. His clothes were so short, they didn't even cover his arms ! Killer was dressed shortly too, but he seemed to be more resistant than Dust to the cold. He didn't want him to be sick, so he would happily share his warmth.

His magic crackled in his soul when he felt Dust shift to get closer to him and he almost damned his armor for not letting him share more warmth by embracing the small skeleton. He didn't want to make him uncomfortable by pressing the hard metal against him.

He watched him sleep, looking so peaceful, so calm and trusting, so easy to hurt, that Cross only wished to protect that look forever, to make sure that he would never feel like he was in danger, like he could never let his guard down... he wanted him to feel safe with him, to rely on him without any second thought, he wanted to be strong enough to protect him from any kind of danger, from a criminal to a dragon, he would keep Dust safe.

Dust and the others. He shook his head. He wanted to protect the others too, not only Dust, they were all important to him, they were... they were his friends ? They were friends, and Dust was his friend too so it was normal for him to want to protect him. And the others. Him and the others. He tried to focus on the group, but his mind kept coming back to the sleeping skeleton against his shoulder...

He was tired, he should sleep, and maybe the quick nap would help him sort off his thoughts about Dust... Dust and the others...

Dust shifted, opening his eyes after a yawn. He spotted Horror a little farther, and looked up to see who he was laying against. It was Cross, seemed like he took turn with Horror to stand guard. He grabbed the cape to pull it a little higher on his shoulders, and pressed himself against the knight to drift back to sleep. He was so cold, but at least the proximity helped a little with keeping some body warmth.

He missed his jacket.

[a-whispering-echo]

thinking about the band boys getting married-

For one, obviously they legally CANT get all married to EACH OTHER, so, i imagine what theyd do, is pair up, have a 'joint' wedding day, where Horror would stay the only 'non wedded' one because he doesnt want to risk loosing his disability benefits in he married, if, god forbit, they didnt all work out, leaving him broke - SO- pair up, have all matching rings, including Horror in it, have Dust and Cross, and Killer and Nightmare (or some variation of that) get married to each other, on the same day, and the same place, at the same time, and ALL call each other husbands.

How many of them would WANT to get married? i think Cross would 100% want to- i think hed LOVE the idea of calling his long time partners his 'husband' - dude would SO cry on his wedding day.

I think Nightmare would too - maybe not as much as Cross does, but i think he'd like things like the sharing assest, and for their family being LEGALLY tied together, for things like inheritance reasons, hospital visits, possibly children based things if they went down that road. i think itdd be a HUGE relief off his shoulders for them to know they'd all be safe if something happened. Remember, Nightmare comes from an old money, rich history, and even WITH the band making a large amount of money, i think he'd appreciate the safety net should thinks suddenly take a drop.

Dust honestly couldnt give two shits. dude would show up to his wedding in a hoodie and sweats if his partners didnt force him to dress nice.

Killer wouldnt care about the actual MARRIAGE bit, they'd just want the big party and the pretty outfits that come with them. Hed love to do those silly wedding traditions, like tossing the bouquet, cutting the cake, wearing something so fancy it makes heads turn...

Horror would be much the same as Cross, i think. even if hes not LEGALLY getting married, i think hed be over the MOON with calling them all his husbands.

What would they wear? well-

Nightmare dresses so formal ALL THE TIME, so i think he'd want something that is MORE than just his everyday suits. something moon themed, obviously, nice cufflinks, maybe something with a nice dark overcoat that drapes across the floor; maybe hed go more 'vampire' with it. he'd want to look like ROYALTY. maybe hed even wear a crown.

Cross would want to go fairly standard an traditional, i think. just a nice tux, nice an simple, but fancy and elegant at the same time. i dont think he'd care what he wore really, hes not here for the dress up or the party, but the end result. maybe Killer convinces him to wear something a little more 'whine night' themed. maybe a cross-over panelled jacket, with chains and gems over it in his pocket, maybe a sash - i think Cross would do whatever his partners want, fundamentally, cus he knows it would make them happy.

Horror would be fairly boring too, i think. maybe just some suit. though, with his -as the orphanage and fostor system told him- scottish heritage, maybe he'd wear a kilt. Horror would be VERY fond of tartan, i think. and hes always been font of a good edgy rip in his clothing, so maybe hed go for something purposefully distressed - again, maybe with the chains, something a bit punk but still formal.

Now, despite me saying earlier that Dust wouldnt give a shit, i think, after so much though has been put in his husbands-to-be's outfits, hed start feeling a bit embarrassed that he didnt really put much thought into his own. i think, eventually, he would decide to wear a hanbok for his wedding, have his hair pulled back into a lovely pin up, with pins and such, maybe even go for some pale foundation, and rosy cheeks, because he KNOWS it'd make his partners swoon. i think that seeing as he going korean traditional with it mostly, hed want SOMETHING a little more western too, to join BOTH sides of his heritage. maybe he wears a veil, in pretty white; something to cover his head in the way that brings him comfort, and still look 'wedding' - maybe he wears a hanbok in white and gold, still with the more traditional red and blue elements in it still, but primarily white, just to say 'yes, im one of the grooms, thanks'

Killer... oh, Killer. i think Killer would get SO antsy over what hes going to wear. its his BIG DAY, and he NEEDS to look PERFECT! i think hed work himself into a tizzy trying to decide on suit, dress, style, cut - that hed freak and have to have his partners calm him down and work through it. his first thought is suit, but then he feels like thats too BORING, and not THEM enough! so i think it'd then start considering dresses - but GOD so many STYLES! something more slim sitting and sleek? something more poofy, like a princess dress> and THEN theres the problem of wedding dressed being designed for feminine body times, of which they do NOT have, so nothing FITS when hes trying things on! and then, there the idea of WHITE, because, like, he looks GREAT in white, dont get hims wrong! but at the same time, Killers VERY antitraditional, and the white was always about the purity and virginity of the bride, of which he is NEITHER - so-? NO. i think eventually, hed decide to get a custom made outfit for itself. He eventually decides on a dress, but with a few modifications. it want leather in there; a nice leather bodice, with layers of black leather in the skirt, with white lace over the top, a nice long white train to the dress, that spattered with red splashes to look like blood, he wants chains, and studs, and a suit jackets over the bodice, he wants a veil with 'blood splattered' over it he wants it torn, with a spiky headdress, and chairs dripping down from ot over his face, he wants something that screams KILLLER - something original, something pretty and feminine, but something rough and edgy and masculine too. THATS what he wants.

and i think he'd have to get it custom made too - which means it'd cost a FORTUNE, which, logically they can afford, and would realistically barely make a DENT in their savings, but still, Dust who grew up homeless, eating from trash cans and saving every penny, would GAG at the thought of spending 380,000$ on a fucking DRESS-

[blisked-starkhalis]

Shameless.

Cross belongs to jakei95 Horror belongs to Sour-Apple Studios Killer belongs to Rahafwabas Murder belongs to ask-dusttale

[fa11en-human]

Woah..human bad sanses.. (I gave up on killer n horror..) Also bsp<333

[bungoustraypups]

i don't talk enough about my headcanons involving fukumori specifically while mori's pregnant* during the bungou stray pups universe timeline events, and that needs to change tbh.

so, take some mostly transposed from twitter with some tumblr originals mixed in:

imagine heavily pregnant mori stealing fukuzawas clothes because it's both easier and less stressful than buying tailored clothes of his own. he mostly does this to avoid reminding himself most commercial pregnancy clothing is labeled as "maternity wear, but also because fukuzawa tells him how precious/hot he looks wearing his clothes while heavily pregnant anyway so it's a double win

fukuzawa cuddled up to mori during the last days of his pregnancy making sure he's as comfortable as he can be as mori sleeps more than he's ever slept before because he can be safe knowing that fukuzawa's there for him

when mori's in the second and third trimesters and the poor guy's just. aching constantly (he should get an award for carrying his husband's bigass kids because they didn't get their size from mori), so fukuzawa's often rubbing his back/feet for him

fukuzawa feels bad about the physical strain on mori too and knows he can't really do anything to stop him from aching since it's kinda part of the process so he does what he can to ease it while also saying variations of "sorry for doing this to you" while mori grumbles halfheartedly at him

despite all the pouting and whining he does, mori never really blames anything on fukuzawa, because he knows as well as anyone that this is just how it goes, and also knows that fukuzawa could be treating him so much worse, because he's been treated worse in the past (see my completed, multi-chapter, minor angst with an impossibly fluffy and sweet happy ending, fukumori babyfic "dog days are over" for more details on uh, all of that)

speaking of that tho, mori getting emotional over how sweet fukuzawa is to him is >>>>. not even because mori thinks he doesn't deserve it (he does, but that eases with time, more and more as time goes on, and more easily than anyone expects it to), but just because he's already so emotional with more hormones running wild inside of him than he knows what to do with or has had to deal with since he started testosterone honestly, and unable to hold back those emotions like he usually would instinctually (even though fukuzawa's been trying to coax him into being more open ever since the relationship started but he also knows these things take time)

you know the ADA & PM threw them a surprise baby shower (to mori, at least, fukuzawa knew about it in order to keep mori from knowing about it, and kept him distracted while they were setting it up) too, and mori wept tears of joy when they came home from a "spontaneous day out" to it. he naturally immediately threatened everyone there with a fate worse than death if they told anyone about his reaction, and even though they knew he was absolutely not being serious at all, they don't mention it outside of the attendants lmao

also, fukuzawa holding mori as close as he can, as often and as much as he can, whether they're laying down in bed/on the couch/etc or not, touching him and holding his face and his hands etc, so gently and tenderly, not because he thinks he's "fragile" or anything, but because he loves him so much, mori and their baby both, and they're both so used to only being violent or touch being accompanied with pain or violence that every time they touch and hold each other tenderly is a reminder of how far their lives have come, and a reminder to mori that, this time, their child will grow up with two fathers who love and care about them and want to keep them safe and hold them close and gentle because they love them, and this time mori doesn't have to do it alone, he doesn't have to be the only one trying to save his child (and ultimately, the only one who suffered when he lost her)

fukuzawa resting his head on mori's belly and tracing circles on it with his thumb, cooing softly to their baby while mori knits them a lil stuffed animal to give after they're born (it's a wolf pup) along with a baby blanket

mori being very, very pregnant, but still trying to do things on his own, and hissing at fukuzawa like an angry cat when he tries to help, only to realize he can't properly do the thing and reluctantly letting fukuzawa help as he pouts off to the side lmao

and of course, mori feeling frustrated at "being useless" while pregnant, and fukuzawa saying "you're literally growing a person, inside of your body, with your body's limited resources, all while still also doing things, right now. i don't think that's quite right, my love"

tbh i will never not be weak for fukuzawa being totally enamored with mori growing a little person, their little person, in him because how can i not be. it's precious and also he would be

and of course, head always full of thoughts of. fukuzawa cuddling with mori while he's pregnant and always keeping his hands on mori's belly. mori loves being held by fukuzawa because he feels safe and also loved and also thinks it's absolutely precious how protective fukuzawa gets too. they also are both so very enamored with and in awe of the physical representation of their love, the proof that their baby is healthy and growing and they'll get to meet them soon. they're so in love with their precious little thing long before they arrive and they've never been happier about anything in their lives before

*note: i headcanon mori as a trans man, for those who are new to my blog/posts on here. pls don't tag this as like, omegaverse or au or anything, bc it's Not, it's just canon divergence. heavy canon divergence lmao but canon divergence nonetheless bc this is very much still with the intent of being in the general bsd universe

[vanglaggle]

hough . i'm kind of upset how bad sans poly always revolves around nightmare and cross and maybe killer. it just kinda seems like only krossmare half of the time, and maybe once or twice you guys make them kiss horror or dust once in a while.

no hate to krossmare but i fear you can't act like it's bad sans poly when you only gaf about three of the sanses.

and it CAN be like that but seriously none of you guys care to have them all be in a relationship. sexual or otherwise

[mxfortunecookie]

These three. cause I wanted to draw them since I haven’t drawn them in a hot minute

Killer’s probably playing Mario kart

I forgot the extra texture shit for dust’s scarf uggghhh… I’m gonna slam my head into a table /j

This took six hours. I did it in one day. I am so done

W.out background | simple shade

extra colors | flats

line art | final sketch | sketch

Credits-

Horror: horrortalecomic / sour-apple-studios

Killer: rahafwabas

Dust/Murder: Ask-Dusttale

[nu1lst4rs]

doodled human designs for nightmares gang!

click for better quality

ggrahhb. i love them. will draw individual refs soon. promise. cross has jumped between nightmares gang and star sanses, and therefore is considered a neutral outcode in our au. so ill draw him later.

horror fws the trans community

Star sanses, neutral aus (p1), neutral aus (p2), extras

some headcanons under cut 3_^

warning there is alot of text

> nightmare (they/it)

DESI NIGHTMARE!!!! (this is blatant self projection.)

short. but they always manipulate their height when they're outside of their gang because they hate being short.

chubby because its ass is not used to actual food, and they have a really slow metabolism when it isnt negativity. and now that horrors "forcing" it to eat, they gain weight. fast.

intersex. not sure why i think this but they don't really have a sex, so. erm.

^ adding onto that their fluid in their expression. sometimes masc, sometimes fem, sometimes andro.

has those stupid ass hair curlers and uses leftovers for their tentacles

MATCHING NECKLACES WITH MY OTP AT THE CURRENT MOMENT. usually errormare or bsp. sometimes fluffynight. killermare if nihira is fronting.

also sugar daddy nightmare. its either rich as fuck or have no money at all. (this is kindve a crack hc)

> Dust (he/they)

leaning korean and thai mix for him. because i need to see more mixed characters.

wears pjs whenever he can. gets the most fucking stupid pj pants too. like hello kitty. comfort > style.

always dusty. mostly because he doesn't shower and smells like ASS, but also because they gotta live up to their name somehow.

TRANS MASC. dont care if you say its wrong. EVERYONE IS TRANS. (excluding horror and blue. allies!)

aroace spec 100%. most sanses are, but him in particular. would rather die than do any of the sappy bs. but wouldd love to have a partner. or maybe 3. wink wink.

"2 shorter than killer but gaslights killer into thinking he's taller

doesn't wear papyrus' scarf, but keeps it in his sleeve.

> Horror (he/him)

wanna hc him as native american. but i haven't exactly thought much about what in particular.

tall and bulky. after a lonnggg famine, horror developed an ED. where they stress eat until he's physically ill, or feeling less stressed.

doesn't need the bandages on his face, bur keeps them there because he hates the scar

little big bottom teeth. its something he developed due to the food conditions in HT snowdin.

as much as it happens, horror HATES having blood on him, so he wears an apron underneath his clothes and does the laundry often.

PROSTHETIC LEG!!!! it got stuck in a bear trap when he was in his old au, and alphys didnt really know what else to do. its not the best thing, but its reliable. killer likes to put stickers on it.

has a cleaver named maxine, and an axe called rex.

ace because i dont really think. yeah. gross. ew. intimacy.

> killer (he/they/it)

arabic. its almost canon at this point.

has a selection of knifes in his thigh thing if his magic backfires on them. favourite is its butterfly knife.

is legally blind. his ass CANNOT see. refuses to admit this.

acespec because like look at me. he can barely feel. i just think he'd love the idea of being in a relationship, and desperately want one. but know he cant be in one.

scars galore holy shit. is always somehow simultaneously sloppy and precise with his knifework. him and nightmare have a small rivalry to see who can get the most.

needs to have textures on his clothes. something to ground themself. like "oh shit we're dissociating." rubs pants aggressively. works for us.

transb... transverse...

also DID but this is hinted at in canon

HUh. okay wow that was alot. cres shut up about utmv for 5 seconds (IMPOSSIBLE) (I DIED AFTER 1 SECOND). anyways THANK YOU!!! i will post and draw stars and neutrals tomorrow maybe. just after some sleep because it is 2am. bye everyone 3.<

[gregorovitch-adler]

Roasted Marshmallows

John rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand as he poured freshly made hot chocolate into a mug. The fragrance had awakened something in him.

It was quarter to midnight, and Sherlock, John, and Mariana had just got to the end of a case.

They had got back from Scotland Yard about twenty minutes ago after the conclusion of the case.

Sherlock and Mariana had fallen asleep on the sofa beside the fireplace in the sitting room.

Mariana had laid her head on Sherlock's chest with Sherlock's arm around her shoulders.

John smiled to himself at that endearing sight.

Ever since the three of them got into a relationship together, they decided to convert most of 221 A as a full fledged office where the clients would come to talk about their cases and other problems. Only one room was spared just in case.

Mariana would spend most of her time with Sherlock and John at 221 B.

John grabbed a box of marshmallows from a shelf to roast a couple of them as a midnight snack. He picked up his steaming mug and decided to go to the sitting room to roast the marshmallows over the fireplace.

John sat down on the floor in front of the fire and held up the skewer holding three marshmallows over it.

He took a long sip of his drink in the meantime. The sweetness and velvety texture complemented each other on his tongue deliciously. The warmth of the liquid was only adding to the taste.

The marshmallows were ready, so he added them to his mug.

He took another sip and closed his eyes. Gunshot sounds and the screams of his bleeding colleagues were ringing in his ear.

John snapped open his eyes and shook his head vigorously. He looked over his shoulder at Sherlock and Mariana, who were still asleep.

Times had changed drastically, and so had the significance of a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows for John.

He still remembered the times he would stay up late at night, sipping a cup of hot drink with his mates in the army. Allowing himself to break the rules of their fixed sleeping schedules on rare occasions.

Before, a mug of hot chocolate meant just a fraction of comfort in the midst of his otherwise chaotic and hectic life.

Now, he was allowed to drink hot chocolate as often as he liked. The mug in his hands now represented a total sense of comfort and satisfaction minus the guilt that would follow through later on when he was still in the army.

Much like the newfound satisfaction he got out of his relationship with Sherlock and Mariana.

He would not trade that with anything in the world. Absolutely nothing.

Finishing his drink, John let out a deep sigh and placed his mug on the coffee table.

John got up and walked over to Sherlock and Mariana. He gently patted on both of their shoulders to wake them up. "Let's go to bed," he said in a voice above a whisper.

No response from either of them.

John was shaking Sherlock by his shoulder now. "Hey, Sherlock. Sherlock, wake up. You both can't be sleeping on the sofa for the whole night. Get up!"

Sherlock stirred a bit and blinked. "Mm, no." His eyes were still closed.

"Oh, come on!" John grabbed Sherlock's other arm to pull him up to his feet.

"Five more minutes," said Mariana in a slurry voice. Her eyes were still closed too.

Mariana moved away from Sherlock a little to make room for one more person between them. Sherlock moved his arm - which was around Mariana's shoulder moments ago - and pulled John down on the sofa to make him join them.

John sat down with a smile and placed each of his arms around Sherlock and Mariana's shoulders. They both noticeably relaxed in his arms as they continued to sleep.

"Don't complain about back aches tomorrow, then," John said in a low voice with amusement.

Neither of them moved an inch. On the contrary, Sherlock placed his head on John's shoulder, and Mariana nuzzled up to John from his other side.

John smiled even more and sat back on the sofa to relax for a while. It was like having a second mug of nicely made hot chocolate. Swimming in it, even.

It didn't take him long to doze off on the sofa himself.

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Prompt: Roasted Marshmallows for Fluffcember. @fluff-cember

Tagging: @helloliriels @lisbeth-kk @calaisreno @peanitbear @keirgreeneyes @jamielovesjam @topsyturvy-turtely @totallysilvergirl @gaylilsherlock , etc.

[mikimakiboo]

Time Travelers AU - Chess and Feelings

Just so ya'll know I have like four to five tabs constantly opened just for the translations and historical info

And also I found a better site for Old Norse lmao so Horror won't be speaking in runes anymore hopefully unless I can't find translations and there is only runes available

Also I don't know how phrases are constructed in Old Norse so I just take the English and translate word by word

But yeah I'll make it work lmaoo

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Also I actually wanted to write more but it's taking long because I'm inexplicably tired so I decided to cut the part here so ya'll don't have to wait too long :') so yeah excuse the shortness

@ancha-aus pspspsps come here pspspsps

There was a V on today's date on the calendar. V for vacation. Dust had vacations this month, and he completely forgot about that. He should have guessed it, he usually never had a day off on a Saturday unless he was on vacation the next week, and vacations meant being paid less, which also meant he'll need to buy less to save more because the bills would be the same price, which also meant that what he was going to buy now would have to be his last spent of the month.

He had found an English to Old Norse dictionary on one of his town's bookstore website and if he bought it online now he could go get it from the store the next morning.

Dust was staring at his computer screen when he heard Horror sit next to him.

- Hvat ir sá ?

He asked, pointing to the screen. Dust wondered for a second if he was talking about the computer or the dictionary, having guessed that the viking asked what it was with his tone.

- It's, uh... to understand you ? Uh.. wait.

He went back on his other tab, and typed "to understand" before translating. "vita".

Horror nodded, he didn't know how an image was going to help Dust understand anything but he guessed it might be a sort of sacred thing that Dust could look at and receive answers, maybe it was from the gods ?

- You, uh.. wanna do something ?

Dust asked. Everyone was occupied: Cross was as usual guarding the door, Nightmare was reading a new book on the tablet, and Dust had found his old kaleidoscope he gave to Killer and that he hadn't let go off yet, the only one not doing anything was Horror.

Horror looked at him, and looked at the computer, waiting for Dust to translate. He didn't know what that thing was, but Dust could make it talk his language. Dust tried different words to have the best translation possible. "Tafl, háttr, tefla", "game, activity, play". Horror nodded and pointed at "game", he could play games, he was good at table games.

- Okay uhhhh wait a sec.

Dust went back on Google to look for the kind of games vikings used to play, and apparently they played chess, their own version of chess of course, it was called hnefatafl and was played by two people, fortunately the game became popular enough to be commercialized in Dust's time, which meant he could easily find the rules as well as apps to play.

- Okay wait, I'll grab my iPad it'll be easier than on the computer.

He said as he got up and quickly left to go in his room, looking through his nightstand to find his old iPad with a cracked screen. He turned it on and installed the app on his way back to the table where Horror was waiting for him. He put the tablet down on the table, between the two of them, with the rules on his computer.

Horror looked at it curiously, recognizing one of his favorite games, but finding the board quite weird. Was it how boards looked like at that time or was it another magical device of Dust that could replicate board games ?

- Oookay, so uh.. you have to touch the screen to make the pieces move.

Dust showed him by moving his first piece. Horror looked at it for a while before slowly pressing a finger on the screen and dragging it to where he wanted his piece to go, and to his surprise, it went there. He smiled as he looked at Dust, proud to be able to make the magical device follow his orders. Dust smiled back.

- Cool, so, uh, my turn I guess.. ?

He checked the rules again, and moved his piece. Horror moved his after him, and the two could soon enjoy a nice game of ancient chess, not aware that they were being watched.

Cross was looking at them, or more precisely he was looking at Dust, his words running in his head over and over again: Dust thought he was doing a good job, he smiled at him and told him he did good ! Was he proud ? He wanted him to be proud, he wanted to make someone proud for once, he knew he wasn't the best knight, he was too emotional, too anxious, he talked either too much or not enough, he was even one of the very few knights who didn't come for a noble family, so having someone tell him he did good and smile at him brought so much warmth in his soul. Dust was nice, he welcomed them in his house, made great efforts to communicate with all of them, he was so smart, and he didn't let himself succumb to panic or despair, he didn't think twice before making them come inside his house. He was impressive. Cross... admired him.

He wanted to talk to him but he didn't know how, as he had to stay by the door in case someone broke in and even then he shouldn't be distracted from his work by chatting, so he looked at him from afar, he watched him play some game with Horror. Horror seemed nice too, he looked strong but he wasn't aggressive, Cross could tell he perfectly controlled his strength, he was rather calm. He was warry of him at first, but the viking never showed any signs of being a threat. As for Killer... he couldn't quite tell what Killer wanted. The way the roman often looked at him with his big wide empty sockets always sent chills all along his spine, how he often checked his blades in the moonlight, but he didn't seem to want to attack and looked more curious about his surroundings than anything. Nightmare of course wasn't a threat, it was clear he was a noble and took too much care of his appearance to engage in a fight, and even so Cross wasn't even sure he knew how to fight, at least not in a real fight. None of them seemed dangerous, but Cross still had to be prepared, and so he couldn't lower his guard to go and talk to Dust even though he quite wanted to. He had to stay here and watch, that was his job, and hopefully if he did it good then Dust would smile at him again...

- Damn you're good.

Dust admitted to Horror, having lost three times in a row against him, but he still put on a good fight, he was really close to winning !

Horror smiled, Dust was a strong opponent, he liked playing with him, he liked the simple fact that he choose something from his culture, that he tried so hard to integrate him, he really was a nice guy. He gave him a pat on the shoulder, with much less strength than the previous night, he didn't want to launch him across the table after all.

They looked at each other for a minute before Dust got up.

- I, uh.. I'll make food, uhh... matr.. ?

He tried hesitantly before relaxing when seeing Horror smile and nod at him, he felt quite proud of himself for catching a few words.

- Cool, so uh.. I'll go.

He quickly went to the kitchen. He hated how awkward he sounded all the time, and it seemed to be stronger around Horror, probably because he couldn't use the vocal command with him and had to look on specific sites, so he actually had to search for the correct translations and he was always afraid he would say something totally incorrect or possibly rude, but so far Horror only smiled at him and gave him time to find his words... he really wanted to do good for him, to at least try to establish some amical bond with one of them, in case they would stay in his apartment for a while...

It would be good to have a friend in this mess.

Really good.

[a-whispering-echo]

Princess Dust of Irelith

(ik ive already posted that drawing, but im reusing it on this while i plonk the LORE below <3)

Dust wears a full, elaborate gown in dark purple and black and a long, heavy mourning veil that conceals his face. The bodice of his gown is tightly secured, and his arms are bound behind him with thick, buckled leather straps that are e NEVER removed.

Nightmare later finds out, after about 4 days as they stay in his castle, that Dust even SLEEPS like that. that he cant even CHANGE CLOTHING because his arms are restrained. hes forced to kneel ever morning by his ‘guards’ as the fix his veil and crown, but not his gown. he eventually starts to smell, because he cant even go to the BATHROOM alone, because he doesnt have any HANDS TO USE; cant hike his skirts or remove any underwear that he MIGHT be wearing.

Dust’s crown is small and ornate, yet fragile-looking. He often walks barefoot, hidden by his skirts, and the restriction of his movements adds to his haunted, ethereal appearance. His dresses are all embroidered with Lily of the Valley; his kingdoms national flower.

Dust hallucinates, often lost in a world of his own. His speech is formal, restrained, and sometimes unsettling; he’s conditioned to obey, and offers himself to Nightmare in anyway he can at first - he regularly asks if Nightmare wants to bed him, because he was told before coming here, that if he ‘won’ the princes favour, that would be ALL hes doing; not sound of mind nor legally INNOCENT enough for much else. Dust’s inability to move freely makes him withdrawn, but he tries to mask it by projecting an air of submission and obedience. Sometimes you can hear him screaming from his room

He doesn’t expect kindness and is shocked when Nightmare treats him with respect.

Nightmare is struck by Dust’s fragile state, both physically and mentally. As he learns more about Dust’s history, he grows protective, horrified by the treatment Dust endures. Over time, he becomes Dust’s advocate, seeing him not as a criminal, but as someone who was shaped by trauma and control. Dust’s vulnerability awakens a sense of compassion in Nightmare, and Dust slowly begins to open up, trusting Nightmare more deeply, especially when Nightmare nulls Dusts impending execution by choosing to marry him as well as all the other suitors, and frees Dusts restraints.

Horror often helps Dust when his hallucinations become overwhelming, calming him with his quiet presence.

Killer is fascinated by Dust but is careful not to push him too far, and the two share a complex relationship, with Killer sometimes gently teasing him out of his melancholy.

Cross is formal and distant at first, but over time, he recognizes Dust’s suffering, and they share an unspoken understanding, bound by their own hardships.

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Irelith is known for its mystical practices and secluded landscapes. The kingdom is covered in misty forests and ancient ruins, housing people who are highly superstitious and prone to quiet, contemplative lives. They are skilled in alchemy, necromancy, and medicine, using herbs and potions for both healing and protective purposes.

Irelith’s people observe intense mourning practices, with the entire kingdom often going silent to honour the dead. Funerals are elaborate, with public processions and periods of mandated silence. The Feast of Shadows is their annual festival, where they honour ancestors and lost loved ones with quiet reflection, offerings, and ritual dances around fire pits.

Irelithians worship the Shadeborn, spirits believed to guide the souls of the dead to the afterlife. These spirits are said to inhabit the forests and mist, requiring rituals to appease them and ask for protection. It’s common for people to wear tokens of these spirits, small charms or amulets, as protection against misfortune.

The current ruler, King Morose, is a reclusive and deeply sorrowful figure, having lost his eldest son to murder, an event that has left the kingdom shrouded in scandal. The kingdom’s secrecy and sombre demeanour have only deepened since then. Dust is burdened by his family’s shame and controlled by a retinue of guards - he is believed to have murdered his brother in an attempt for the throne, despite the fact Dust is the third born, and had made no move on his other sibling; everyone assumed he was just caught before he got to them.

Irelith’s architecture is striking, with slender, towering buildings and arched bridges spanning misty rivers. Homes and temples are often surrounded by stone walls or terraces overlooking dense forests. Houses have large, open balconies, and windows are small to retain warmth, giving a secluded feel to the kingdom’s settlements.

Clothing: Irelith favours fine, sheer fabrics layered over one another, creating an ethereal, ghostly effect. Dark, muted tones are staples as well as light cool tones - silver, lilac and pale blue. and noble attire is often decorated with silver embroidery and delicate beadwork. The dress Dust arrives in id distinctly NOT Irelithean style - its Durmous’s

Irelith has a cool, mist-laden climate, with dense forests creating a natural barrier around its borders. The air is damp and cool year-round, and sunlight is sparse, making it feel like a perpetual twilight.

Fish is a staple in Irelith, as their rivers are plentiful and well-stocked. Mushrooms, herbs, and roots are also common, as well as dark berries, used to make preserves and wines. Their food is delicately spiced, using herbs for flavour, as the people believe certain spices attract spirits.

Irelith is known for its shadowy woods, populated by owls, crows, and foxes. The forests yield rare herbs and plants used in alchemy, including ghostflowers, wolfsbane, and moonlit mushrooms. These are also used for dyeing, creating eerie, subdued colours for the people’s clothing.

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