#cw dreammare

[someverygaymoth]

Thoughts on lustdreammare? (You don't know me, I swear /sar /you do know me)

I do not believe you, not-so-anon. And ohhh... I don't know! This is actually a really interesting dynamic. You've got silly Dreammare, two reconciled idiots that were knee deep in denial for years, and then sex positivity and relationships 101 incarnate.

I love the idea of them both going to him for advice and comfort (keep it pg dawg I know what you're thinkin'—) and Lust being like yeah but consider me this, what if you make up, and they're both being stupid and obtuse and they're like "but he hates me! :'(" and Lust has to just sigh and be like "okay, does that seem like something your emotional brain is thinking? Or something your logical brain is thinking?"

"but I can feel it in my soul!"

"I think there's a word for that..."

"a word? Really?"

"oh yes! It's called anxiety."

"ughhh, you're the worst."

"anxiety is warranted, you haven't had a civil conversation with your other half in centuries and you're afraid. It's okay to be afraid."

"I'm not supposed to be afraid..."

"it's not like he won't jump at a chance for peace and your good company again anyway."

"I hardly constitute good company..."

"well now, that's just a lie. I cherish your company."

"hmh, whatever you say..."

"hey..."

"..."

"whatever you decide, I'll be there for you. You're not alone."

"Thank you."

"and you can do this."

"I'm feeling ever so slightly like your support may be leaning to one side."

"well, I can have my private opinions too."

"they're really not all that private... That mouth is going to get you into trouble some day."

"heh, people pay good money for this mouth."

"sigh"

I just think they're silly.

Two soggy gods and their silly little anchor mortal. NM and Dream making up slowly but surely while telling Lust it absolutely isn't as simple as he's making it out to be(it is) and that kissing and making up isn't real (it is, they need to kiss, if they just kissed they could reconcile in half the time) they're doing things the proper way! (Riiight)

[gayundertaletrash]

Thinking of Dreammare.

Creepy Nightmare x Dream who's super into it. I think they should be silly.

Nightmare calling Dream little brother because Dream is shorter and Dream very very much enjoys that.

[hiro-doodlez]

FUCKKKK THE FIRST PERSON WHO ORDERED THE KEYCHAINS IS A PROSHIPPER SOBSOBSOSBOSB EXPLODES

[starmonsterrr]

[ * I've had to block 2 people so far over them supporting/drawing fanart for Kia (dreemurr-skelememer) even after telling them that they ship dr34m//m4r3 so here's a quick reminder that 1nc3st shippers/supporters of 1nc3st shippers should stay off from my blog, you will be blocked, I have a tendency to check ppl's blogs when they interact with me ]

[boxofwaspss]

putting my twitter rambling here cw dreammare, winged au

i absolutely love winged aus.... love the idea of Dreams’ sunny wings having a few beautiful black feathers scattered throughout. Nightmare, too, having a few patches of shimmering golden feathers... they’re matching. Love the idea of them, though separate now (for now-), looking down at their molted feathers and seeing the few that stick out, and feeling a terrible longing. And even with Nightmare’s corruption, whether his wings still exist or are oil-slicken tendrils now, still finds golden feathers of his own sometimes.Its a forever staining reminder of each other, of their bond. A reminder, too, that no matter how many things may change, there is some things that will always remain. (Each other. They’ll always have each other, they’re two halves of a whole) Also love the image of the two of them curled up together, before the incident. The brothers tending to one anothers wings, the sheer intimacy in their closeness. A special bond, a closeness no one else can ever hope to understand. And even with their new companions to help comb through their wings, its not the same. They long for each other- for the pleasant warmth of Dreams’ hands, for the cold of Nightmares’. For the irreplaceable love they used to have....

[fallenasleepyetagain]

Fairytale - Dreammare fic

‼️Do NOT tag as incest‼️

Fandom - UTMV/UTAU

Genre(s) - Fantasy, romance, MLM, strangers to lovers, strangers to enemies, forbidden love, human versions, whump (emotional + physical)

Characters - Dream, King Nightmare, Cross, Error, Blue (mentioned), Remus Solana (mentioned), Aislinn Solana (mentioned), unnamed little brother (mentioned)

Pairing(s) - Dream/Nightmare, Dream/Blue (implied)

CW/TW - Alcohol consumption, themes and thoughts of suicide at beginning of story, death, shitty parents, blood

Word count - a lot (4254)

The dragon roared, beating its large, bat-like wings as it flew out of its cave and perched itself atop the tower.

The sun slowly revealed itself over the dense forest that surrounded the large tower. Dream groaned, holding his stomach in pain. He languished as the sun slowly filtered through the windows in his room.

His stomach rumbled, empty and starving. God, he hated waking up in the morning. He ground his teeth as he hesitantly got out of bed. He sat on his bed for a long while, feeling the sun on his brown skin and the fabric of his bed.

Contemplating it all was a usual activity for him in the morning. Existence was exhausting and Dream wondered what the whole point of it all was. All he did was wake up, eat, try to fill the daylight hours the best he could and then start all over again the next morning.

He couldn't go out and meet anyone, the stupid dragon wouldn't let him leave. And nobody wanted to visit him because of said dragon.

He wondered why he bothered to continue living if there was nothing to do with his life.

Then his stomach growled at him. Loudly.

He should eat something before he contemplated his life. Hunger did things to people and not everyone realized it.

He trudged into the kitchen and whipped open one of the cabinets that held his food. The kitchen was above the living room, and below his bedroom. Jesus, there were so many stairs to climb in this damned tower.

He broke a piece of bread off of a large loaf and wandered over to the window. It faced the forest, and towards the kingdom he used to live in. The castle was barely visible in the light.

He looked down at the entranceway from the forest to his tower, watching. He knew that the peasant boy who brought his food wouldn't be here for another month or so, but he did hope.

That peasant boy was so handsome, with his big blue eyes and sweet smile, how he hadn't been married off yet was beyond Dream.

He sighed, grabbing an apple and then closing the cabinet and going downstairs. As much as his heart longed to meet, to love the peasant boy who fed him, he knew it would never happen.

He was royalty, and he had already dishonored his family enough. Marrying a peasant would be the last straw for his parents.

There were other people in the world, someday he'd come across one just as attractive, maybe more attractive, than his peasant boy.

He bit into the apple and scowled. Too bad he was stuck up in this stupid tower. People had to come to him instead of him coming to them. It was driving him crazy.

He wanted to go out and be someone. Do things! He didn't think that was too much to ask.

He sat up and opened the window before throwing the apple core out of the window as hard as he could. He popped his back and climbed all the stairs back to his bedroom. He opened the window there and breathed in the cold, fresh air.

He changed into a new pair of clothes, he didn't need pajamas, and placed the old ones in a small basket on the floor. Once the basket was full, he would clean all the clothes inside. But it would probably be another couple of days before he needed to do so.

He went back downstairs to the living room and stared into a wall as he decided what to do for the day. He didn't feel like sewing or poking the beast with trying to get his arrows that he shot a couple of days ago.

He could leave his tower, but if the dragon decided that he had gone too far, then he would be picked up and tossed back into his room. And the dragon had been particularly pissy lately and Dream would rather not push his buttons.

He sighs. Leaning back into his chair, sinking into the soft feathers that made it. Maybe he might work on his quilt. That stupid quilt was massive, he had been working on it since he was shoved up into that place.

He closed his eyes, tapping his foot against the wooden ground. He could read something? He wasn't a book person, but it didn't hurt him to flip through a book or two.

He walked down the stairs to the library. Most of the books were collecting dust and were old but there were a couple of stories that he liked.

They were fiction, of course. Dream wasn't a super studious guy, he loved the stories of heroes going on adventures and exploring and...romance. Oh man, did he love romance.

He found himself related more to the damsels, who usually found themselves helpless due to things out of their control, rather than the heroes. Sometimes he wondered if he were a lady if his rescue would be easier.

He wouldn't mind being a lady. He quite liked the ball gowns they wore, among other things. Maybe, just maybe, he'd try one on. Yeah...he'd like to do that before he died.

He grabbed one of his favorite stories, it had a couple of renditions, some made for younger audiences, but he had one of the longest, richest retellings of it.

He pulled it off of the shelf and threw himself on the comfy bench that rested underneath the window. The sunlight gathered in the room, shining on him and the book. His fingers ran over the leather cover, a small, lovelorn smile appearing on his face.

He opened the book and began to read.

He wasn't sure how long time had passed since he began, but once he got to the third chapter, each chapter had about twenty pages in it, he decided it was time for lunch.

Or his stomach told him that. It yelled and growled, demanding some kind of substance. He sighed, placing a small piece of fabric to save his spot before going up to the kitchen.

His breakfast wasn't particularly filling, he needed a large lunch. He grabbed a couple of vegetables and fruits and began to chop them up, making them into a nice salad, and then lit the small metal stove and began to start cooking some meat from an animal.

He nearly devoured his salad, his stomach gurgling for more, more!

The meat was done cooking after a little bit and Dream put out the fire in a haste. He devoured the meat, leaving only the bone.

It, uhm, wasn't particularly good. But he didn't care. It was editable, and it was food, so he really didn't care.

Maybe he'd steal away his peasant boy to cook for him and OH MY GOD he needed to stop thinking about him.

He went back to his book and slammed his face into it. He needed to get lost in the book again. That stupid peasant boy kept coming into his thoughts unprompted and it reminded him of his shitty situation every time.

He opened his book and began to read. His fingers ran across the page, the words nearly flipping off the page.

He got another chapter or two in before he felt his eyelids get heavy. This book was good, but it always, somehow, lulled him to sleep.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, but he remembered waking up to the massive thud of the dragon falling to the ground.

It shook the entire tower to the point where he fell off the bench. Had someone...had someone finally slain that dammed dragon? He glanced outside and his heart dropped. The sun was setting. God, why did whoever this person have such terrible timing?!

The door to his castle was opened and he rushed downstairs. He was panting as he got a good look at the person who had saved him.

"I didn't kill your dragon, by the way." His voice was smoky yet modulated, like every word that he spoke came out of him was carefully chosen and calculated.

He was tall and muscular, although not as muscular as Dream. He had light brown skin, lighter than Dream's, and had stunning teal eyes. He had black hair that was short and swept to the left. He was wearing something a tad more formal for the average adventurer. It was all black with silver and teal accents. He also had a bag slung over his shoulder.

"It's not my dragon." He sputtered out, mind going blank.

"Hm. Either way, I simply nullified it, it will be completely comatose for the next day or so."

The man took a step forward and held his hand out. "We should head out now, however. We'll get to my kingdom by daylight."

"No!" He shouted, "I can't!"

"Whatever do you mea-"

Dream leaped down the rest of the stairs and shoved him out of the tower.

"You have really shitty timing!" He shouted, "Come back in the morning!" He slammed the door on his face and locked it tight.

The man shouted protests as Dream rushed up the stairs, slamming all the windows shut. When he reached his kitchen, the man, somehow, threw himself into the room.

Dream grimaced but slammed the window shut anyways. His bedroom window was perpetually closed, so he didn't have to worry about that.

"Get out!"

"Not without an explanation. Do you...not want to be saved?"

Dream was overwhelmed, heart pounding and his head was aching, "I do want to be saved, I want nothing more but I am cursed and you need to come back in the morning!"

"I am cursed as well, how did you think I got up and in here so quickly? That is nothing to be ashamed by."

Dream went to retaliate, to say something, to do something! But he couldn't. Despite all his years with his curse, this was something he couldn't get used to. The sun had gone down and his body began to disintegrate.

Flames engulfed his body, his scream echoed out, and then...

Silence.

"Hm."

Nightmare crouched down by the pile of ash that was once Prince Dream Solana, firstborn to King Remus Solana and Queen Aislinn Solana.

How fascinating.

The Phoenix Curse was very rare, he had only seen a single case of it in his lifetime. It wasn't a particularly lethal or detrimental curse. The holder of the Phoenix Curse was to die every time the sun went down, to be burnt to ash, and then rise again when the sun came up. Hence the name.

You had to be careful with people with this curse, if their ash was separated or spread out then they would not come back. If they lost a few particles, they might lose a hair or two, but nothing particularly damaging.

But even just a small handful of ash could cause them to lose limbs, or their life.

It must be scary, dying every day and not knowing if you'll wake up.

No wonder Dream was in such a hurry to lock everything down, just a small breeze could be the end.

Nightmare sauntered over to the kitchen and grabbed an empty jar. He wasn't going to wait an entire night just to take Dream home with him. He walked back over to the pile of ash and in one swift motion, put all of it into the jar.

He made sure the lid was sealed tight and began his descent. He paused, he was always a fan of libraries, and the fact that this prison had one warmed his heart.

He opened his bag, which held the entrance to a void that stored all of his shit when he was out and about. He grabbed a book that had fallen onto the floor and had a bookmark in it. He read the title and snicked slightly.

This guy.

Adorable.

He dropped it into his bag and then closed it shut. He wouldn't dare drop Dream in his bag, he had to be gentle with his husband-to-be.

He exited the tower, getting a slight glance at the dragon he knocked out. Such majestic creatures, they don't deserve this life. He freed his horse from the tree it was tied to, before hopping on.

His horse already knew where they were going, and began the long distance home. Nightmare kept a good grip on the jar, nothing would happen to Dream while in this state, he would make sure of it.

He watched the moon slowly pass overhead as he chased it back to his kingdom. He was sure his subjects would be delighted to know he was back. And with a husband too, his advisor, a man by the name of Error, a dapper young fellow, had been pushing him to find a suitor as of late.

The moon hadn't even begun setting yet when he came across the silhouette of his kingdom. He'd be home sooner than expected. Which wasn't a problem, of course. He hated having to leave home, but this was important.

He came across the gates to enter his kingdom and the guards opened them. His horse slowed to a trot, the horseshoes tapping away at the ground as he rode through town. It was late, but some people came out of their houses to welcome him back.

They weren't particularly loud, so as not to wake their children, but Nightmare didn't mind. It was the thought that counted.

He reached his castle and hopped off, giving his horse to the stable keeper and he entered the castle. Cross, his personal knight, immediately fell to his side.

"My King, how was your-"

"Silence Cross." Nightmare was not in the mood to talk, he never was, really. He wasn't sure why Cross kept trying to start conversations with him.

The two walked in silence as Nightmare walked to his room. Once he reached his quarters, he slammed the door shut, and Cross took his position of standing, waiting outside his door.

Nightmare yanked down the covers on his bed and then dumped Dream's ashes onto the bed in a neat pile. He made sure all of the dust was out of the jar before putting the empty out of his door, signaling Cross to give it to the next servant he saw.

He opened his bag and grabbed the book Dream had been reading and placed it on the bedside table. He would probably want it when he woke up.

Nightmare slugged over to his desk, already exhausted from the number of king-ly duties he had to do. He was gone for only a day, how could this have piled up so fast?

He sighed and got to work, he supposed that's why Error was pressing him to get married, he'd be able to split the work of ruling a kingdom.

He worked for lord knows how long before the sunrise entered the room. There was a sudden creek in the bed and Dream was awake, gasping for air.

Nightmare turned around in his chair and got up. He walked over to Dream who had pulled the blankets up to his chest, stomach growling.

"You...took me home with you."

"I did. You were going to come with me anyways, and I didn't want to wait all night, forgive me for ceremoniously taking you."

Dream bit at his lip, "You said you were cursed too."

"Ah. Yes, of course. I suspected you would be curious about that. I suffer from what is known as the Midnight Curse."

Nightmare watched Dream's face carefully and judging from the neutral, questioning face told Nightmare that Dream had no fucking idea what he was talking about.

"The Midnight Curse causes me to be unable to sleep unless it is a new moon. It also gives me the ability to harness the darkness around me, and make it..."

Nightmare summoned a tentacle-like shape from his back, it was a slight struggle due to the light of the morning, but he made it work and caressed Dream with it.

"Physical, if you will."

Dream shuttered and pushed the tentacle away and Nightmare made it dissipate into the air around them.

Dream paused before snickering slightly, holding a hand up to his mouth to help stop himself from laughing harder.

"Is something amusing you?" Nightmare asked him, lifting an eyebrow.

"It's just funny! Our curses are polar opposites, and yet...here we are."

Nightmare hummed, "I suppose that's true. Albeit, I was quite surprised when you turned to ash last night. It's not something you see every day."

Dream flushed slightly, "It's uh! Not fun to experience."

"I'm certain that is true. Dying and reviving every night does not sound particularly enjoyable."

Dream's stomach roared.

"And I'm also certain that you are starving. It must take a lot out of you. Breakfast should be served by now, I have work I need to get back to. Cross will show you the way down to the dining area." Nightmare turned back around and sat at his desk while gesturing to the door.

"Wait wait wait. Before I go down, I gotta know."

Dream hopped out of the bed and walked over to the corner of it, leaning against the tall, thin pillars holding up the canopy above his bed.

"What happens now?"

"I don't think I understand?"

"You uh, rescued me. What happens now that I'm free? Is there a specific thing I have to do or like?"

"I do intend on marrying you, so I suppose that will be the next course of action."

Dream sputtered, face flushed, "What?!"

"Well sure. Unless you believe that you can take the throne from your parents?"

Dream grimaced. The whole reason his parents locked him away was that they didn't want someone who was cursed to be on the throne. His little brother will take it when he comes of age.

His parents would probably fake his death, or something dramatic like that if he returned.

"No. I...I can't. My little brother will rule in my place."

"And how old is your brother?"

"Six."

Nightmare tilted his head, eyes squinted in confusion but decided to drop it. "Well. Then I will marry you and we will rule my kingdom together. This will also set up easier trade routes and help unify our kingdoms. Really, it's a win-win for everyone involved."

"But isn't it a little fast?"

"What?"

"We just met, this is our first ever proper conversation, don't you think this is moving too fast?"

Nightmare turned in his seat, face leaning against his hand. He stared at Dream, and Dream couldn't help but notice the massive eye bags under his gorgeous eyes.

"Moving too fast for what? If it were up to me, we would get married tonight to seal the deal between our kingdoms."

Dream stuttered over his words, unable to find the explanation for the disappointment and abhorrence he felt for how quickly this was happening.

"Oh, Dreamy." Nightmare's honeyed voice cooed, mocking him. He stood up and walked over to him. Nightmare was a few inches taller than he was, but it was enough of a difference for Dream to feel small and helpless when Nightmare stood before him.

"Are you upset because you think marriage is about love?"

Dream broke eye contact, no words needed.

"What are we, peasants?!" Nightmare laughed as he said it, as if it was the most unthinkable thing in the world.

Dream's stomach boiled, from both hunger and rage.

"What we have, Dream," Nightmare pointed at himself and then poked Dream's chest, "Is not built out of love. It was never about love."

Nightmare grabbed his cheeks, his demeanor going from stoic and knowledgeable to sinister and cunning.

"I did not save you to be a hero, I did not save you because I had some sort of affection for you. I saved you because you are the heir to a large, and prosperous kingdom."

Their faces were close and Dream was grinding his teeth. Fists sweaty and clamped together.

"Love, has nothing to do with it." His face faltered, "I thought you would've known that. Clearly, you are more moronic than I originally expected."

Dream's nostrils flared as he punched Nightmare in his jaw. Nightmare choked, staggering back.

"Fuck you!" Dream screamed and dashed the door. Right at that moment, Cross opened the door, a plate of waffles in his hand. Dream shoved passed him, rushing down the halls.

Nightmare called after him, before shouting at the top of his lungs to not let Dream exit the castle.

Dream sprinted down the halls, not knowing where he was going, he just had to keep moving.

Dream's legs started throbbing but he didn't stop. He refused to stop, if Nightmare wanted to lock him in a legal bind, then he'd have to try a little harder than that.

Nightmare was behind him, Dream could almost taste the rage coming off of him.

Guards and servants were being shouted at, yet no one was quite sure how to act or what to do. Dream was thankful that the only obstacle he had to worry about was Nightmare.

He leaped down a flight of stairs, just like he used to do back at his tower. The chandeliers hanging above the staircase hadn't been lit yet, which made it slightly darker. The windows made up for it, but it made Dream's heart race.

Could Nightmare manipulate the shadow in this lighting?

He and Nightmare apparently had the same thought process because before Dream had the time to react, Nightmare summoned a root-like shape from the floor in front of his foot, causing him to trip and fall down the rest of the stairs.

He did his best to tuck his head into his chest as he fell, praying he didn't break anything on the way down.

By the time he landed, the world was spinning and the taste of blood was in his mouth.

He got to his hands and knees, body quaking. Nightmare grabbed him by his hair and forced him to kneel in front of him.

Dream's blood oozed out of his mouth and Nightmare crouched down, wiping it off his chin.

"You are acting like a child, Prince Solana." Nightmare hissed out, their noses almost touching. "I don't know how long you've been locked up but I do hope you join me in the real world sometime in the near future."

"I can't believe wanting to love someone is considered childish. You must've not been given enough attention as a kid."

Nightmare's eye twitched, "If you want love, then I'll give you love, desperado."

Nightmare yanked Dream close, and much to Dream's surprise, he kissed him. It wasn't gentle or sweet, but it was passionate. It was the most passionate thing Dream had ever experienced.

Even though the anger and hate seeped through their lips, tugging on each other's hair and biting tongues and lips, but it was passionate.

It was full of emotion and it was consuming. As if, for just a moment, it was just the two of them in the world. Nothing could bother them, nothing could stop them.

It was just Dream, Nightmare, and this hate-filled kiss.

Nightmare was the first one to pull away, panting on Dream's face. His breath was ragged and face flushed from cheek to cheek.

Dream smirked through his heaving, "Was I your first kiss? Wow, you really are unloved."

Nightmare seethed as he pulled Dream up by his collar, not denying it.

A servant woman ran up to them and did a quick bow before her eyes glided to Nightmare, waiting for an order.

"Take this one to breakfast. And make sure a doctor checks his head. I don't want him any more brain-damaged than he already is." Nightmare commanded, tossing Dream in her general direction.

"Hey!" Dream started to protest before the woman grabbed his wrist and began to drag him away.

Nightmare watched until Dream and the servant were out of the room before collapsing into the stair railing. His fingers glided over his lips over and over. For his first kiss, Dream wasn't half bad.

"My lord." Error appeared next to him, as he typically did.

"Oh thank you, good god." Nightmare took the glass of red wine from Error and finished it in under two sips.

"Lambrusco." Nightmare hummed as he licked his lips. "Make sure you order more of it." He ordered as he went down all the steps and began to the throne room.

"Error, find the blacksmith with the highest quality jewels and commission him two rings. Get Dream's ring size while you're at it. Silver metal, turquoise gemstone. Or diamond if it fits into this month's budget. I don't need more people on my ass for upping taxes."

Error simply nodded, jotting all of it down on the notepad he carried around all the time.

When Nightmare entered the throne room, he shooed Error away and plopped down on the throne. He had work he needed to do, but it could wait until Dream was dead again.

He snickered at the thought.

His fingers mindlessly trailed up to his lips again and he flushed in mortification. He couldn't believe how much Dream's lips had an effect him.

He'd have to steal a kiss or two from him before tonight.

His heart raced at the idea.

[hisame-chan]

Hhah. My hand slipped.

Dreamswap by @onebizarrekai

[serv-fanart]

FvsEVerse Masterlist ?

Is that what these are called? This is gonna have all the links to help navigate this blog.

Edit: Idk what the hell is up with the color text on this post and I'm trying to fix it but it gets worse n worse everytime so pls just cope ^^'

What Is FvsEVerse? (OLD VERSION)

What Is FvsEVerse? (UPDATED VERSION)

ErrorFresh February 2021 Prompt List

Error and Fresh Ref Sheet (FvsE Redesigns)

(OLD) Wysteria Ref Sheet (ErrorFresh Shipkid)

(NEW) Wysteria Ref Sheet (ErrorFresh Shipkid)

(OLD)Rubus Ref Sheet (HorrorBerry Shipkid)

(NEW) Rubus Ref Sheet (HorrorBerry Shipkid)

(OLD) Incandesce Ref Sheet (DreamMare Shipkid)

(NEW) Incandesce Ref Sheet (DreamMare Shipkid)

Ender Ref Sheet (Swap!Alphyne Shipkid)

(OLD) Gambol Ref Sheet (LustDance Shipkid)

(NEW) Gambol Ref Sheet (LustDance Shipkid)

Limbo (EpicCross Shipkid)

(OLD) Juniper Ref Sheet (InkDust/SciFell Shipkid)

(NEW) Juniper Ref Sheet (InkDust/SciFell)

Comics:

["Consuming your enemies!!" (Wysteria + ErrorFresh centric]

["So, this is a Blinker." (Rubus + HorrorBerry centric (alcohol cw))]

[Flirting (Gambol & Wysteria)]

[Drink To Forget (HorrorBerry Family)]

[Surprise Kisses (Sweammare)]

Asks open!!

Ask Wysteria 00 (Asks Open Post)

Ask Wysteria 01 (The actual First ask)

(Special comic at 05)

[someverygaymoth]

Everytime I see cool design of dream and nightmare i get sad cus they will never kiss each other in their fancy cool design :(

Wrong. I'm gonna draw them ALL kissing. >:)

[gayundertaletrash]

Mmhhh, some Dreammare because I'm coo coo for Dreammare

CW: Dreammare, Nightmare being obsessive and possibly abusive of some kinda. Tell me if there are more

Nightmare babies Dream, he babies Dream beyond all hope. He carried Dream around, he helps Dream change, he spoon feeds Dream. It started small but soon Nightmare got upset when Dream did anything. He started to tell Dream he would rip their cape apart if Dream did anything without him. Nightmare gets to pamper Dream but he is so unstable as he does it.

Dream will cry and Nightmare will tell them how sweet they are for showing him their tears, how sweet they are. He dresses them up then undresses them then dose it again.

Nightmare is not mentally stable and it makes me very happy

[someverygaymoth]

Twink Nightmare doing twink things like being a twink king and being a twink (someone should make out with that twink)

I am a twink myself, please don't kill me with hammers

YIPPEE!!! YIPPEE!!!

CROSS DO YOUR KNIGHTLY DUTIES AND MAKE OUT WITH YOUR TWINK KING!!!

KILLER DO YOUR SLIGHTLY CULTISH FREAK THING AND MAKE OUT WITH YOUR GOD!!

DUST... UH... DON'T HAVE A PSYCHOTIC BREAK BBG, MAKE OUT WITH YOUR TWINKY KING INSTEAD!

HORROR, BIG MAN, MAKE. OUT. WITH. THAT. KING.

dreammare below the cut teehee

DREAM, YOU DAYCORE TWINK, MAKE OUT WITH YOUR DARK ACADEMIA TWINK BROTHER!!! Pov: twin twinks and they kiss?

(guys I'm being enabled, dreammare posts two days in a row!?)

[someverygaymoth]

Two men doing that thing where you get real close and touch eye lashes, but one of them is a monster and a tongue comes out from his pupil to lick the other man's eye, but he is also a monster, and they tongue-eye kiss

Thoughts?

Oml this is disgusting(/pos), I absolutely love it!!! It's giving biblically accurate angels or like Eldridge horrors. Ohhhh bros crazy idea here but what if dream was the biblically accurate angel to NM's Eldridge horror monstrosity? So sillycore.

[someverygaymoth]

Actually those thoughts are evil.

Because I'm evil.

So all of my thoughts are evil. Giggling

Anyway, ummmm I should draw. Twincest? Nightdreammare? Help

Solid point! You should draw both, actually. Both. Both? Both is good. If you only have energy for one, though, nightdreammare all the way!

[someverygaymoth]

*°•MASTER POST•°*

Welcome to The Moth Den; Asks are open!

This blog is the home of KD!AU, DFT!AU, The Retriver Institute, The Horrors in the Wilde, CFK!AU, Skyfall AU, Bugged!Cross(Bug), and plenty of other AUs. Also check out @mofts-evil-reblogs for my evil reblogs!

(check out my AU details list here)

✨We're Proship✨ Well, what does that mean? No one deserves harassment over writing/drawing taboo topics in a completely fictional fandom with completely fictional characters!

✨ We're comship✨ Well what does that mean? We ship some ⚠️CW⚠️ worthy ships! All are fictional and tagged appropriately. Instructions on how to use the keyword blocker are in this YouTube link! (More about what I draw/discuss below the cut so you can block disliked tags)

Two quick rules!

We're a SFW blog here, I will say we've got some suggestive themes, so I'd say please keep our asks appropriate for a 15+ audience, alright?

I'm being so serious when I tell you do NOT come on my page with anti rhetoric, I use the block button as the Tumblr devs intended,

Links↓↓ and about me↓↓

And a quick note, I do not currently take drawing or writing requests, but I do take suggestions. If you would like to suggest something to draw, I do not guarantee that even if I respond I will do said suggestion or finish it if I do start it.

Please feel free to ask questions about my AUs and the characters within them!

Also my DMs are always open to new writers and new friends! I am literally never bothered by messages, please ask me questions, please write new things, and please have fun! I'm not as awesome as some of you think I am, I'm just another silly person, and I love meeting other silly people.

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Here's the link to our SFW Discord, make sure to be kind and pay attention to the rules!

You can find me on AO3 at Some_Very_GayMoth, although not everything on there is SFW, so navigate with care!

And on Twitter, where I never post, @TgayMoth

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As I mentioned before It's important to note that I do write ✨Comship/dead dove✨ content, and as a psych enthusiast, I believe exploring darkness through fiction can be a positive and safe experience! So, hopefully there's no confusion there. There's a list of what I am comfortable writing about vs not below. (That is why I focus heavily on tagging all of my works adequately, and all of my posts! So that you can block keywords you don't want popping up on your timeline, and you —hopefully— never have to run into anything you don't want to see on my page!)

Please make sure to take care of yourself and pay attention to tags on any of my writing, or any writing in general. If you see something you do not want to see, don't click on it. Tumblr does indeed have a keyword filter, and I will always do my best to use keywords in my posts, so if you do not know how to set up your keyword filter with the things you don't want to see on your timeline, I would highly recommend you check out this link on YouTube that will show you exactly how to do that!

Now that I've mentioned keyword filters— here's what I write/talk about frequently so you can block the tags you don't want to hear about! As well as what tags I have blocked because I don't enjoy them personally, because everybody has boundaries and it's okay to have yours. (Just remember you're responsible for enforcing your boundaries by blocking people and tags you don't agree with/enjoy)

I write angst, violence, hurt/comfort, gore, all that good stuff.

I've written twincest(shout-out to Dreammare)

I've written stuff about anxiety, depression, schizophrenia, disability, all sorts of trauma, lots of that.

I've written Major character death, violence, and some mild gore too! A lot of that is for The Horrors in the Wilde, so keep that in mind, lmao.

Also, cannibalism because vampires! Thanks for that one Moon, Snow, and Stars.

You can block all of those, or block #Comship content to get rid of any mentions of that on my page!

Honestly I think that's all I have, which is kinda L, maybe I need to step up my dark fiction game if this is all I've got. (It can get so much worse and istg I will write worse stuff to spite anyone who's tossing around hate like it's confetti. And I'll tag it properly so they don't have to see it if it makes them uncomfortable. I'm just cool like that.)

Oh btw if you're not tagging your stuff properly or make a fuss about tagging things when someone tells you that you didn't tag something properly, you and me aren't cool. Nothing about that is okay. I will never fuss about someone asking me to add a tag, if I EVER miss something please tell me, I will happily add tags for you and keep them in mind for next time.

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As for my good normal tags, I'd recommend checking out the following on my page:

#bad sans poly

#moft asks

#the retriever institute

#dft!au

#the horrors in the wilde

#kd!au

#cfk!au

#fgp!au

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About me↓↓

I have been writing for about five years now for the fandom, and I've been here since about the very beginning. Like when we were still figuring out that undertale had a genocide route, lmao. I actually got into UMTV through CPAU and never managed to make it out, lmao. I started posting my writing back in early 2020. It's been so wonderful to see this fandom grow and change, blossoming with many fun aus and beautiful ideas, and I hope I can contribute to many more beautiful ideas on my little corner of the internet.

I have some physical health problems that may make it difficult for me to post more regularly, but I will do my best!

Disclaimer; we are a OSDD system, I've known since about 2022, but it's not something we particularly enjoy discussing online unless it's relevant to a topic at hand. But, to my fellow systems, you're always welcome here. If you have questions, we're comfortable answering them, so feel free to ask.

[gayundertaletrash]

Dreammare!!!!

I have returned to show more Dreammare

CW: Blood, violence, obsession. Please tell me if there are more

Nightmare being so obsessed with Dream even when they are enemies. He purposely tries to hurt Dream because when he goes home and has Dream's blood on his hands, it is the best thing ever for him. He wants to hurt Dream so he can hear his twin's lovely voice scream in pain. He would kill Dream because he knows Dream is pretty both alive and dead. He is obsessed with Dream and Dream knows it, and they let Nightmare play with them. Let's Nightmare get a few hits in so Nightmare feels that high of seeing Dream's blood on the ground.

They are such good twins <3

[fallenasleepyetagain]

Ring - Dreammare Fanfic

‼️Do NOT tag as incest‼️

Media - UTMV/UTAU

Genre(s) - MLM, romance, enemies to vague lovers, mysterious actions, just two guys being buddies, best friends, slight whump, human versions

Characters - Dream, King Nightmare, Ink, Blue, Killer (mentioned)

Pairings - Dream/Nightmare

CW/TW - Cleaning/treating of wounds, blood, mention of stabbings

Word Count - 1506 Words

Dream sat on the roof of his house, playing with the ring on his fingers. It was an obsidian ring, it fit around his ring finger perfectly. It was about 5 millimeters in width, and it didn't get in the way of his sword fighting, or when he used his bow.

He put it on his left hand, spinning it with his right while on his finger. It had two teal stripes on the top and bottom of the ring, as well as a silver, stylized sun in the center.

He knew damn well who gave it to him, he just...didn't know why. Or how. Nightmare's pulled a lot of stunts in the past but slipping a ring on his finger mid-battle was something he didn't know was possible.

Dream sighed, unfortunately, it was a sappy sigh. A sigh of love and unfortunately admiration. Nightmare sure was something.

Dream held his face in his hand, a reluctant smile appearing on his face. Nightmare was something alright, something Dream could never break away from.

For better or for worse.

He turned his head around and stood up, helping Blue onto the roof. The two sat down next to each other, watching the sun do down. The red lights fading over the trees that surrounded their home into a gentle dark blue.

"How's your side B?"

Blue shrugged, "It doesn't hurt as much anymore. Stings like a bastard though, haha."

Dream pulled Blue close to him. Rubbing his shoulder. Killer's serrated knife always did some nasty damage. Dream ran his hand over Blue's shoulders and down to his waist.

"Can I see it?"

"It's pretty gross."

"Blue, I've done a lot of gross, fucked-up shit. Seeing a knife wound is no big deal."

Blue sighed. "Alright." Blue lifted his shirt and Dream placed his left hand on his thigh. Before Blue pulled his shirt off he slammed it back down, wincing, but grabbing Dream's left hand.

"What is THIS?! Did Nightmare give you a marriage band?!"

"Do...do you mean an engagement ring?"

Blue flushed a deep blue, the color of his soul, "Maybe..."

"But seriously Dream what the fuck is this?!"

"I don't know! Nightmare somehow slipped it onto my finger during the battle."

"And you didn't ask him what it meant?! Or why he did that?!?"

"No, Blue, I didn't. I was a bit busy being tossed across the universe."

Blue sighed, leaning back, letting go of Dream's hand. "You should go to him."

"WHAT?! BLUE ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!"

"Maybe! But you should ask him anyways. We've already fought today, I don't think he'd take you prisoner. He's meticulous like that."

Dream snorted and shook his head. "I guess. Maybe I'll go give him a visit. Harass him a bit."

Kiss him- NO.

"Let's get you back to bed first B. Clean your wound again too."

Blue nodded and stood up, with Dream supporting him. The two walked up the roof and back through the window into Dream's room.

Dream shut his window and locked it as Blue walked through his room and down the hallway to the bathroom. Dream soon joined him with a large bandaid and gauze.

Blue was already in the process of cleaning out the wound, the old gauze soaking in the sink to be used at a later date. Blue held a wet washcloth to his wound, wincing as the water cleaned out the wound.

There was another washcloth on the bathroom counter, ready to dry the wound.

Blue gently dabbed his wounds with the wet washcloth before setting it down and dabbing it gently on the wound. Both washcloths were bloody and Dream cringed as Blue removed the dry washcloth.

"Damn, Killer got you good huh?"

Blue wheezed, "Haha yeah. He got me a couple of times...not just the once."

"Ouch." Dream said as he placed the large bandaid patch over all of Blue's stab wounds, blood already dripping out of them. Dream then began to wrap the gauze around Blue's waist.

It was needed to stop any access bleeding and to apply pressure to the wounds. It wrapped around Blue's waist two times before Dream could tighten it. After Dream finished, Blue pinned it together so it would stay.

Dream put the two bloody washcloths in with the bloody gauze in the sick. Blue slipped his shirt back on and nodded at Dream.

"I can take care of this, you go."

Dream pulled Blue into a hug before ruffling his hair, "Take care of yourself, don't know what I'd do without my best buddy."

"Same goes for you, Angel boy. Don't get yourself killed."

Dream snickered as he walked out of the room, hands in his pockets, "I'll try my best."

Dream exited the bathroom and quickly walked down the stairs. Ink was passed out on the couch, mid-drawing. Dream didn't have the time to take him up to his room though.

Dream gently tossed a blanket on top of Ink, hoping he would either fix it by himself, or Blue would when he came down.

He left the house and got out of the garden, and opened a portal. He entered a random AU, landing on top of a skyscraper. The air was thin at the very top, but he didn't care.

Since Nightmare was the biggest pain the ass Dream had ever met, he made it so that if an unauthorized portal, Nightmare's shadow guards would immediately appear and apprehend him.

So he had to sling-shot himself into the portal as fast as he could so he couldn't get caught.

Dream took a running start, leaping off of the building. He fell about half of the way before opening a portal to Nightmare's kingdom. The moment he felt the cold air hit his face he closed the portal and landed on the windowsill.

The windowsill was the one directly outside Nightmare's office. How Nightmare didn't notice him was a miracle.

Dream lifted himself onto the windowsill, pulling out a bobby pin from his boot and unlocking it. He glanced inside, and Nightmare was...asleep.

Dream pushed the window open, being slow and gentle as he climbed into Nightmare's office. He shut the window closed, but did not lock it again in case he needed a quick escape.

He walked over to Nightmare, who had fallen asleep at his desk. His head was on the desk, in his arms. Dream saw it. He walked over, gently holding Nightmare's left hand in his own.

He had a ring too. Very similar to his own, but his stripes were a golden-yellow and he had a moon that was also silver and stylized engraved on it.

Dream sighed. Well, he couldn't wake Nightmare up. That'd be stupid and he was trying to get that word out of the things that described him.

But...he couldn't just leave Nightmare like that. He looked so uncomfortable.

Dream could tell, just like he could tell when they were just two little boys playing in the river by the Tree. He wasn't going to take Nightmare to his bedroom or anything, that'd be fucking idiotic!

And Dream supposed that fucking idiotic was something that described him now. He had Nightmare on his back, despite their height difference (around 4 inches, Dream being shorter, unfortunately), Dream could carry him just fine.

There wasn't much fear of Nightmare waking up, since he always was a heavy sleeper. That could never change.

At least Dream hoped it didn't...

The shadow guards weren't a problem either. They weren't actual people, since Nightmare couldn't control the thoughts and actions of actual people.

The shadow guards were normally 'programmed' (Dream didn't have a better word for it) to apprehend him, but since he was with Nightmare, that sort of overruled him existing.

Maybe Nightmare's superiority complex was good for something.

He got to Nightmare's bedroom and shoved the doors to it open with his foot. The room was large and kingly. As Dream suspected, he walked over to Nightmare's bed which could probably fit six people, and set Nightmare down on it.

Nightmare would probably have a conniption if his clothes were ruined, Dream slipped off his dress shoes and blazer, setting them on his desk.

Dream wasn't going to get more intimate than that. But...

Dream was shaking as he brushed Nightmare's hair out of his face. Dream leaned over him, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to Nightmare's forehead.

He staggered back. Face flush and embarrassed.

He gripped his hand into a fist and felt the ring. The reason why he came here.

He glanced at Nightmare, who was fast asleep, dreaming away. He felt his face blush more, what was happening?

He walked over to the window in Nightmare's room, opening it, and going out, shutting it behind him. Maybe he didn't need an explanation. He pressed a kiss to the ring.

Maybe this was enough.

Who knows?

Dream might get his explanation, and maybe he might not.

He was okay with whatever option Nightmare decided to give him.