#ds dreammare

[foxxism]

tangled au

[1ka0oo]

The sillies

[lizzyflowers]

I saw that one meme with DS!Nightmare and DS!Dream's faces slapped on pregnant women and it was really cursed, but it got me thinking.. what if it had lore...(aka real)? Something consumed right then and there at that moment and i went to the drawing app(procreate)... now i present you them but with a baby, p.s. this is super self-indulgent Also, this was also inadvertently caused by @1ka0oo when she made a drawing of DS!Nightmare and DS!Dream married lol (on twitter, since it's not posted on Tumblr, her twitter is @ashi_ashily. Go follow her!)(I personally apologise to my mutuals for having to see this but this is the person u followed):

Take what you will from this, the second picture with DS!Nightmare on the bottom right corner is from another timeline. But the other pictures are just him and Dream from the current timeline. Basically, what would happen if they just got married after they reconciled and began to get close.. Well, close enough that they got a baby now. No i will not explain myself, i don't know how my brain works either. More ramblings underneath:

What are the other's reactions to this? Ink is somewhat surprised, Cross is happy for Nightmare but at the same time wants to kill Dream, Error is just happy for them, Blue is... not surprised at all lol. Dream gets teased and bashed a lot by Cross and Error (most of the bashing comes from Cross) and Ink is just trying to process the information given to him right now (probably has a few existential crisis's because wow his boss has a child now does this change anything or what, he was not expecting this, first the marriage now the baby, what's happening anymore). Blue was kind of just waiting for it to happen, he's still somewhat banned from the castle but drops by here and there to talk to Nightmare and congratulate him or bother Dream. Dream immediately kicks Blue out whenever he sees him. Error probably knits clothes for the baby and Cross is going to be the best uncle/second-parent-figure that kid ever has. Random HC (Headcannon): Dream's wings are made of light right? I think that they'd get a flame like appearance to them when he gets incredibly upset or angry or just unstable. And if you're wondering how Nightmare got pregnant, uhhh, he's trans, but also magic, yeah. Nightmare hates everything and everyone because he's tired, he's grumpy and if Blue doesn't shut up he's going to kill him right then and there. He opts for more simpler clothing because he's too tired to clothe himself properly, and maybe he steals Dream's clothes or maybe just anyone's clothes because he just doesn't care at that point... Dream is more irritable but still patient, just very sleep deprived, more than usual anyway. Probably constantly worries about Nightmare and the baby, Nightmare feels a bit smothered by Dream's overprotectiveness but honestly just too tired to care. Oh yeah, that guy that Dream killed in the second drawing? I was originally going to expand on that with Nightmare arguing with Dream because Dream promised he wouldn't kill anyone or execute criminals anymore, but that happened impulsively so yeah..

This is super self-indulgent, i just like imagining them in post-reconciliation scenarios and what would happen if certain situations occurred. I just really like situations where it's just very domestic, or very painful and they're just trying to make do with it and heal from it.

[Fun Fact: It's my first time ever drawing DS! Cross, Error, Ink and Blue so i kinda had trouble figuring out how i wanted to draw them.. In the end i settled for something simple with a few minor changes, not that it's noticeable though]

[skrip]

:b

[isame-allen]

A4 for dreamswap nm and drem

Lovebirds

[snow-au-love]

Happy belated birthday! I already wished you one on Twitter [X] but i still wanted to do it here...

Ah, right i was going to ask for a request, would it be okay if you could draw some fluffy Sweammare? Just them both being soft to each other..

Take your time and have fun! I also hoped you had a lovely for your birthday ^^

Thanks for celebrating and for requesting!!! I had a great time on my birthday with everyone~🥰💕💕

Fluffy Sweammare......They are so hot......🫣

[asukamood]

Free

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Happy birthday to myself :D

This is a sort of alternative timeline of fmaa2 where Sweammare actually end up together after Noot killed the Priest, this au is an emotional rollercoaster but it’s good! Idk if I’ll ever write much about it in the future though so I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

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Warnings: Mention of suicide attempts, implied murder

Synopsis: “Nothing I ever do to you or with you is casual.” he replied, squeezing his hand to stop the subtle tremor he could feel against his palm. “It’s a gift from me to you, for everything you have done for me.”

Or: Nightmare spoils all his wedding vows before he even proposes to Dream.

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What the hell was happening?

“Nightmare.” Dream smiled down at him, his eyes warm and full of love. The sight alone had said one’s heart beating loudly in his chest, blood flowing to his cheeks.

His heartbeat only sped up when Dream inched closer to him, soft fingertips brushing over the back of his neck as he felt the other’s thigh pressing against his hip.

Was that a dream? It had to be, there was no way this was happening in real life.

Dream’s other hand landed on his chest, making him wonder if the other was able to feel how quickly his heart was beating against his ribcage. Could he also feel the tingles of petals everywhere he touched him? He blinked, as if surprised before his smile softened, causing Nightmare’s heart to melt.

He had never felt so warm before, not even when the two of them were trapped in each other’s arms. He did not even know that such warmth was possible. It was not burning either, just the perfect temperature to have him feeling all fuzzy and soft inside, he never felt so good, and he never wanted this moment to end.

His heart all but leaped out of its place when the hand on his chest left, instead guiding one of Nightmare’s hands toward his own chest. Even through the fabric of Dream’s sweater, he was able to discern the soft thumping of the other’s heart that seemed almost like a carbon copy of Nightmare’s erratic heartbeat. The implication of that had his head spinning.

“I’m freaking out too.” Dream chuckled, voice light and relaxed, so different from the stifled and anxious one Nightmare was used to. He caught himself thinking that getting rid of the Priest was the best decision he has ever made, no matter how much he suffered in the aftermath. If it meant seeing Dream so joyful, he would not even mind going through all of it again. “But it’s not so bad, right?”

His grip on his wrist tightened just a bit but instead of hurting, it only spread warmth through Nightmare’s veins, his golden eyes bore into Nightmare’s, looking for an answer in those familiar irises.

All that attention was overwhelmingly pleasant.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” He heard himself say, gently freeing himself from Dream’s grip before he intertwined their fingers, his fingertips brushing over Dream’s visible vein lines. “Just us, just me and you together as it was always meant to be.”

Normally, he would never dare utter such words aloud, for fear of ruining what they had and because of how embarrassing it was, but this was a dream anyway, was it not? Maybe that was the source of his newfound shamelessness.

He tugged Dream’s arm forward, leveling the other’s wrist to his face before he leaned down and boldly kissed the lines drawn by his veins, his lips tingling where they met skin.

Dream’s cheeks turned a darker shade of red at his actions as he finally settled on straddling the other’s waist. “You... shouldn’t do these things so casually.”

Nightmare’s eyes turned to focus on him again, his lips still pressed against lighter soft skin. He found himself admiring how much that shade of red suited the other, especially since it drew attention to his sparkling eyes that only tempted Nightmare to stare at them and not look away.

“Nothing I ever do to you or with you is casual.” he replied, squeezing his hand to stop the subtle tremor he could feel against his palm. “It’s a gift from me to you, for everything you have done for me.”

Dream tilted his head to the side, frowning in confusion. “For everything I have done for you?” He echoed, perplexed. Before he could follow it up with a question though, Nightmare opened his mouth once more.

“I used to believe hands were made for fighting.” He began, making the other shut his mouth to listen. “They were always synonymous of pain and fear for me, before you, I had no idea hands could be so comforting and healing.” As if to emphasize his point, he detangled their hands before pressing his cheek against Dream’s palm.

Almost mechanically, his thumb started drawing small circles on his cheek, earning him humming from Nightmare.

“I had no clue eyes could hold anything other than hatred; I didn’t even know eyes could be pretty before I met you. For me, to make friends was to receive glares and brace hostility, you’re the first one who ever showed me what kindness and respect even was.” As he talked, he found himself closing his eyes, focusing on the feeling of Dream’s fingertips against his skin.

“I was used to the cold and the loneliness, and I was fine with them. Then, you came into my life and swung an axe at what I’ve always known and decided to show me how warm another person’s embrace could be, how freeing it was to have someone by your side.”

To show vulnerability was something Nightmare wasn’t used to, so how come it came so naturally when he was speaking to Dream? He did not quite understand but he would not have it any other way.

“You have no clue how much you mean to me, hell if you did it might even scare you.” He chuckled at that, nuzzling Dream’s hand. “I used to think– Ah, I scratch that, I still do– that life sucked and I was just better off dead. I never cared about what happened to me because I had nothing to stay for anyway. Now, for the first time in my life, I’m afraid, not because I fear death, but because I can’t stand the thought of being separated from you.”

He pursued his lips, the mere thought enough to sour his mood. “To never be able to see you smile, to hear you laugh, to listen to your voice, to touch you, to just be there with you... it just sounds like hell to me. For the first time in my life, I’ve got a home to come back to and a person to protect, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to let you go.”

He ignored how unstable his voice had become or how shaky Dream’s breaths had gotten or even acknowledge how much Dream’s hand was trembling. If he did not say it now, he would never do it again.

“You make my life bearable, feel pleasant even. Seriously, how did you even manage to do that?” He risked a glance at the other whose eyes were glistening with unshed tears. He smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Unfortunately, though, it only served to actually make him shed his tears. He sniffled, as he attempted to wipe them away with his sleeve. The other stopped him before he could though, instead resuming what he was doing and kissing his tears away.

“What are you crying about? I am complimenting you here, it’s not meant to be making you sad.” He could not help but tease, earning a half-hearted glare from Dream in response before he weakly slapped his shoulder in retaliation.

“You’re a moron.” He hiccupped reproachingly, shoving Nightmare back with a huff. Nightmare would have voiced how cute Dream was being but unfortunately, he was quite fond of the bed they were sharing and was not looking forward to sleeping on the couch tonight, so he kept his mouth shut about that. “Who even allowed you to say such beautiful things? Couldn’t you just say, ‘I love you’ like a normal person?”

Nightmare smiled fondly, reaching upward and playing with the other’s soft locks. “Such simple words could not even convey even a tenth of my adoration for you, after all my heart only beats for you.”

“Okay, now you’re just showing off.” Dream deadpanned, causing Nightmare to laugh. The golden-eyed one sighed, readjusting his position to rest his head on the other’s chest, his arms loosely wrapped around his torso. “How am I even meant to respond to this? I can’t word anything that wouldn’t sound bland in comparison to what you said.” He sounded genuinely frustrated, which was a surprise to Nightmare.

“If you’re worried about that, then between the two of us, someone is smarter than you.” Dream let out an offended gasp at that which was quickly ignored as he wrapped his arms around Dream, firmly keeping his head down against his shoulder. “I already know that you love me back, that’s enough.”

Dream clearly seemed to want to protest but he pressed him closer instead, adding with a voice too broken to be normal: “However, I need you to swear you’re never going to think of leaving me again.”

The trapped one opened his jaw, about to express his confusion before he abruptly shut it as pathetic cries, a burning throat, tears mingling with a soap-like substance, the smell of alcohol and medicine, and the shrieking of the ambulance car assaulted his mind.

Among the blurry memories, a figure with desperate purple eyes stood out, begging him to hold on and not make him live in a world where he was not there.

He tightened his hold over Nightmare, one of his hands ending up fisting the fabric of his shirt. “I won’t leave, not again.” He managed to squeak out, recalling how Nightmare held him after the incident, like he wanted to open his ribcage and tuck Dream inside or like he was the fool cradling sand and hoping it would stop it from being blown far away by the wind.

“But you better not go anywhere either.” He added, a familiar boy with a noose around his neck making sure to remind him he was not the only one who attempted to end their story prematurely.

“I’ll follow you for the rest of my life, if only you would be so kind as to permit it.” He replied, quickly adding the last part.

Dream scoffed, lifting his head before he crashed their lips together. Nightmare responded in kind, flipping them over so he would be on top of him instead.

The other’s arms wrapped around his neck, bringing them impossibly closer as the kiss deepened. Nightmare reached for one of Dream’s knees, lifting it by its back and rubbing soothing circles on the bare skin. Both would have been perfectly content to continue kissing but unfortunately, human beings did need to breathe, which forced them to separate for a bit.

“We should get married.” Nightmare said, out of breath, clearly too dizzy and drunk on the present moment to be deciding such important things.

“Talk about marriage after you get a ring.” Dream, always the reasonable one, wisely reminded him before kissing him again.

The next day, when Nightmare, in pajamas, actually got on one knee and presented his ring offering to his boyfriend, Dream almost spat out his latte.

[gatorshighfive]

Wtf r these boomers doing

😾

[ojoshai]

Summary: Based around the Worst Outcome Timeline, except its TUT (The Unexpected Truth) version and everyone is alive except for Nightmare, who dies. Following her death, Dream is plagued with hallucinations of Nightmare's vengeful spirit. During one of these episodes, Dream sees her playing the violin, causing him to grapple with the emotions surrounding her loss.

PS. In my universe, Nightmare is a woman.

In the brightly lit office, the clock strikes midnight, but the room is far from silent. The lights are still on despite the late hour, casting a glow over the room that gives it an almost eerily artificial feel. Dream sat alone in his main office, surrounded by mountains of paperwork. The air was heavy with the scent of coffee as he took a deep sip. He had been working non-stop for the past six months, the bags under his eyes a testament to his exhaustion. Ever since he killed Nightmare. He had thought that with her gone, the universe would finally find peace. But instead, chaos had erupted. A plague had spread, claiming the lives of countless beings, and Dream was being blamed for it.

Despite his attempts to maintain a strong facade, Dream's mind was in turmoil. He had convinced himself that taking Nightmare's life was necessary for the greater good, but deep down, he couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of doubt. Why did his universe seem to be falling apart? Was it really due to his decision or was it just a coincidence?

Dream's thoughts were interrupted by a sound. He paused, listening intently. The discordant notes of a violin sliced through the silence. It was a sound that he knew all too well. It was the sound of an old friend playing their violin. He froze, his heart lodged in his throat.

But that couldn't be...Nightmare is dead. How could he be hearing the sound of her instrument? As the notes continued to play, Dream slowly rose from his seat, his eyes never leaving the spot where the sound originated from. With trembling steps, he moved towards the balcony door.

His hand hovered over the knob, afraid to turn it. Was he going insane? Was this just his mind playing tricks on him, tormenting him for his past actions? But the music persisted, growing clearer and more distinct with each passing second.

Finally, Dream found the strength to open the door. The melodic notes of the violin and cold wind hit him like a ton of bricks, causing his heart to ache. And there, outside the balcony, was the source of the sound. A ghostly figure, was playing a violin. Dream's breath hitched as he recognized the figure. It was the ghost of Nightmare.

For a moment, Dream could do nothing but stare. The sight of her ghost filled him with a mix of longing, anger, and bitter regret. But the sound of her playing, so sweet and soothing, overwhelmed him with a deep sense of remorse. Silent tears coursed down his cheeks as he watched, listening to the bittersweet melody that was his past coming to haunt him.

He wanted to call out to her, to apologize, to hold her one last time. But he knew it was useless. The ghost was just a fragment of his memory, an illusion conjured by his own guilt and despair. Yet, the music she was playing was so familiar, so achingly beautiful.

As Dream leaned against the doorframe, he finally allowed himself to break. All the stress, loneliness, and pain he had suppressed for the past six months burst out in a flurry of silent sobs. The guilt he had pushed away, now came crashing down upon him like a tidal wave.

The realization that he had been wrong, so wrong, hit him harder than any blow. He had killed the one he cared about the most, the one who played to calm his demons, because he thought it was for the greater good. But now, in front of him, was the evidence that what he had done only brought more suffering. He had destroyed the balance, not restored it.

The balcony felt stifling, despite how its an open area you can feel imaginary walls were closing in on him. Dream could hardly breathe as the truth settled over him like a blanket of thorns. He had tried to justify his actions, convincing himself that sacrificing one for the good of many was the right choice. But now, with the haunting sound of the violin and the eerie presence of its ghost player, he knew the truth that had been staring at him in the face all along.

Dream sank to his knees, letting the sobs shake through his body. The music continued to play, a constant reminder of his mistake. The notes twisted and whirled, wrapping around him painfully. He had been so foolish, so damn stupid, to believe that ending his former bestfriend's life was the answer.

But now it was too late. The deed was done, and he was left to deal with the consequences. Chaos reigned, the blame was on him, and the spirit of Nightmare played her fiddle. The bitter, melodic tone filling the area, drowning out his sobs and mocking his mistakes.

Dream wept, the tears streaming down his face and onto the floor. He could almost feel Nightmare's presence next to him, as if she was there, rubbing his back comfortingly. But he knew it was an illusion, a torturous trick of his mind. Yet, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the specter that played the instrument that once brought him comfort.

And then, suddenly, the music stopped. Dream froze, the silence ringing in his ears. The air was thick with grief and regret. He knew that the illusion had vanished. The ghostly vision of his Nightmare, the sound of her violin, were all gone now. Only then did Dream let out a long, painful wail.

He had lost everything. His universe was in ruins, people suffering because of his actions, and the one he loved was gone forever. He had no one to turn to, no one to hold him tightly and tell him that everything would be alright. And, most heartbreaking of all, he missed the sound of the violin. The melody that calmed him, yet now only brought him bitter pain.

The Guardian of Positivity stayed there, on his knees, until exhaustion enveloped him. As he finally collapsed onto the ground, succumbing to sleep. The memory of the hauntingly beautiful sound of the violin, the sight of the ghost playing it, haunted his dreams.

The next morning, Dream woke up with a gasp. The events of the previous night came back to him like a bad dream. But reality was crueler than any nightmare. The universe was still a mess and the memory of the ghost playing the violin still weighed heavy on his heart.

Dream rose from the ground, his body aching and mind weary. He knew that he had to face the day, to try and fix the mess he had created. But with every step he took, the sound of the violin echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of his mistake and the price he had paid.

As Dream closed the door behind him, a certain ghost let out a frustrated sigh. She wanted to shout at him, to tell him how stupid and careless he had been. But her words would fall on deaf ears, for Dream could not see or hear her. Instead, she could only watch as he left, his shoulders hunched with guilt and remorse.

~END~

[gatorshighfive]

I exploded into confetti :3

Heya, it’s been a while. Sorry for the long break; things have been kinda crazy in my world for a while. I got my computer back up and running with nothing lost, but it’s just been one thing after another in my world right now and finding the motivation to write has been hard. I’m going to try and force myself to make time for writing because I have really missed it. I’ve got a trade and a bad sans poly story in the works, but for now, here’s something that I wrote a while back and rediscovered in my documents.

A human Dreamswap story, with trans!Nightmare and a more queer platonic relationship between Dream and Nightmare. Just some cute stuff and focusing on Dream and Nightmare’s bond. Hope you all like it, and I will hopefully get back into the grove of things in short order!

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Keep reading

[dreamvonlicht]

how do you feel about ds dreammare

What do you expect me to feel other than rejection and opposition.

[foxxism]

preincidents meet their future selves

based on these posts (images under cut) by @dreamvonlicht and @dreamvonlickedmyass

[1ka0oo]

Actually it was fun to draw this

[thiccsys]

I don’t ship dreammare but it funny to think about the fact that the only version of dreammare that isn’t incestuous is dreamswap dreammare since they are not actual brothers 

i also think that’s pretty funny. I remember being confused about them not being brothers when i first learned… ive never REALLY gotten into dreamswap as much as i have swapdream (me personally i think swad is infinitely more attractive than ds dream) but its still silly.

[lullabycupid]

¡DreamSwap Cuotes! (Suddenly, the fandom keep this AU alive).

Warning: There's DS!DreamMare on this. They are not brothers in this multiverse. Just relax a bit.

Dream: I would like a mature, inteligente and organized partner. A boyfriend or a girlfriend who is just like me.

Nightmare: * fighting with Kevin for eating a piece of paper *

Dream: . . . It's him, I really want him.

Nightmare: ¿What do you wanna eat, Kevin?

Kevin: ¡Pac! ¡Pac, pac! [ THE SOULS OF THE INOCENTS. ]

Nightmare: Allright, I'll take a beagle.

Kevin: ¡Pac! [ NO. ]

Nightmare: Two beagles.

Nightmare: The angel it's linda haWt.

Cross: ¿Who the fuc- ¡¿THE CEO?! ¡From Justice Reign- ¡¡STOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!

[isame-allen]

Omg sweammare guys

Inspired by the fanfic “fireflies” by @/foxxism

Song - snakelike (stars collide) by whatsaheart