#gooplord

[snowy-bones]

just a poff and their gooplord part 2: electric boogaloo! as always i am gifting myself some art, i am really needing the comfort and Toxxus just provides it. a good goop man bringing me birthday wishes.

[argentnaivety]

ooc; Tmw you get motivation for one muse... and the others..... also slowly return.... Silver doesn’t deserve this.

[moonstonemoonlight]

Can you draw Nightmare? I bet he would look great in your style (if you want to of course)

Gooplord

Nightmare and Dreamtale belong to Joku

[thegreatyin]

"Official" Dreamtale canon: Nightmare uses the tendrils to attack and/or pick up and restrain people, probably stabs a lot, generally bad shit via the powers of magic goop

Me, sobbing: what if he just uses them to cuddle with his friends,,

[scottytrek]

odo themed stimboard but its just *pulls apart slime* *pulls apart slime* *pulls apart slime* *pu

[ringo-sans]

I'm curious to know what Ringo's opinion on Ink and Nightmare are after they....uh, 'saved' him.

(Since Ringo isn't, uh, comfortable answering this kind of question, I'll do it for him.)

Once the reality of his situation sunk in, Ringo was a mess of mixed emotions, and he did his very best not to direct them at Ink. After all, Ink was his friend. He only did . . . it . . . to help him. Sure, the method was . . . questionable, but his non-exsistant soul was in the right place. (But if Ringo didn't look as happy to see Ink as he was Dream while he was recovering, no one made a big deal about it.)

As for Nightmare, his opinion changed as well in a slightly more positive way.

Don't get me wrong, he was still very wary of the gooplord and by no means trusted him or thought he had only good intentions like Ink. But the fact that he agreed to help them, his enemies, and even sacrificed his own magic to do so gave Ringo hope that Nightmare wasn't completely unreasonable. That maybe a truce was possible.

At least that way, something good could come out of his being corrupted.

[lover-of-skellies]

Character scale for Nightmare?

I actually got the gooplord already X3 if you wanna check that out, you can find it here

[darkness-regins]

"Sssshhh he is right here... " they look to Greylu "you two seem to be okay... for the most part. How do you feel Hood? Greylu?"

He sits up, rubbing at his eyes.

"...dearest?"

Dream stares at his brother. Nightmare stares back.

Before you can even blink, the godling has scrambled out of your arms, practically tackling the gooplord in a tight, tight hug.

[falsitombra]

                                                                   Art cred.

ooc; presents my futile attempt to make aesthetic-y fancy graphics even though it’s been years since i played in photoshop HA.

Anyway yes, Starter call! This one will be mutuals only so I can keep better track of people. They will vary in length, no bigger than small para. 

I am not always active. Please consider that my replies may be sporadic. If you expect me to do replies daily or are one that will bug me if I haven’t replied in a day or more, do not like this post. Please refrain from reblogging this starter call if you don’t need to.

Otherwise, like this post for some interaction with gooplord!

[creatureverse]

… How are you, Gooplord?

"Well, I can't move half my body. So, been better?"

[snowy-bones]

A poff and their gooplord.

[official-saltbag]

Gooplord that threw you out a window

YEAH! EXACTLY!

[moonstonemoonlight]

Tears of fear - Ink and Nightmare

Ink by Myebi/Comyet

Nightmare by Joku

Warning for violence

Ink wasn’t exactly... the most genuine person. Without a soul he couldn’t feel the many complexities of emotions, instead subsisting on the feelings he could consume in the form of paint, but it still didn’t allow him a full range of feeling. For an excellent example, as Dream often despaired at him for, he hadn’t nearly enough self-preservation. A lack of genuine fear snuffed out a concern for his own life quite thoroughly. Which was probably why he was sneaking around following Nightmare. He’d shown up in an AU and Ink immediately recognised the heavy air and tension in his bones that gave away the negative guardian’s presence, naturally he’d been curious about the corrupted skeleton slinking around, so he decided to creep about behind him to see what he was doing. In the past, Nightmare showing up in AUs usually didn’t end well for said AUs. Then again, Nightmare hadn’t done much so far, being on some kind of stealth mission where he stalked through the snowy forest behind the houses and loomed ominously, not really doing anything besides his aura weighting the air. His aura was a curious thing, just like Dream’s. It was the closest Ink could get to feeling without the use of his paints (though of course he preferred the warm positivity of Dream’s aura) he had hoped that being around both guardians at the same time might even feel like having a soul, but much like mixing all his paints together it only left him with a distasteful emotional mess that could be almost incapacitating if he wasn’t careful.

Something cold and slimy prodded his back and Ink jerked out of his thoughts. Before he had time to react his waist was encircled by a black tendril and he was pulled out from behind the tree he was lingering by. Ah, right, he’d been watching Nightmare. Maybe he shouldn’t have let himself get distracted. Ignoring the suffocating heaviness of the air Ink forced the corners of his mouth up and grinned at Nightmare as he was dragged out of hiding. An unimpressed, narrow cyan eye stared back at him. “What are you doing?” “Looking at some kind of weird slug.” Ink replied without missing a beat, though he regretted it a little when the tendril around him squeezed tight and shook him back and forth like a child’s doll. Once his eyelights stopped rolling around in his skull his grin grew wider, greatly amused by how annoyed Nightmare was from his mere presence. He’d only been talking for what, a minute? “Wipe that smile off your face.” Nightmare growled. Ink did no such thing, his grin in fact widening as Nightmare twitched irritably. “Hey, ask me no questions if you can’t handle the truth!” “Oh my stars, just shut up and tell me what you‘re doing here!” “That’s contradictory. How can I shut up if I’m going to tell-” Ink’s inane argument was cut off by a tendril that wrapped around his neck like a noose and squeezed. It wasn’t too bad at first - Ink didn’t need to breathe after all - though he was wondering if the gooplord was trying to break his neck, then Nightmare evidently realised that he wasn’t having the effect he wanted, more tendrils latching onto the artist and wriggling into his sockets with enough force to make him yelp, more quickly coiling into his mouth and leaving a nasty-tasting trail of corruption across his teeth. He shuddered with discomfort, especially as more tendrils curled around his bones like creeping weeds and held him still, his ribcage feeling too tight for his non-existent soul even though he didn’t need the denied air. Ink didn’t even realise he was shaking until the tendrils tightened and put a stop to it. After several long, uncomfortable seconds, the tendrils receded from prodding around in his skull and Ink let out a huff of relief that was cut short, turning his head and coughing up black liquid that might be the corrupted goop or his own inky blood. Ew. The tendrils still slithered and coiled around his bones and Ink could feel the tension in them, ready to squeeze and break his bones and crumble him into splinters and it was a little frightening to think about. In front of him Ink heard the other’s irritated grouching. He slid his eyelights to look at Nightmare, who had a hand to his forehead like he was tending a migraine, single eye fixed on Ink with a kind of hateful intensity that made him unusually alarmed. Nightmare’s scowl deepened as he caught Ink’s gaze, then his grip tightened and tendrils writhed back inside Ink’s sockets, scraping and pressing the bone painfully as Ink squirmed instinctively, trying to get away from the pressure in his skull and the ache in his ribcage.

It felt a lot longer before the tendrils withdrew again and Ink jerked as he found Nightmare’s face looming right over him, fixed in a considering look. A hand grabbed his chin and Ink felt himself flinch, tendrils still coiled around his body keeping him from moving away, breathing heavily even as his mind kept telling him he didn’t need to breathe. Unbeknownst to him, Ink’s eyelights flicked to a hazy purple.

Nightmare tilted his head from side to side, as if admiring something, while Ink barely registered tears running down his face and mixing with the oily trails of corruption, only realising after a moment that his cheeks were wet and his vision blurry. His eyes stung and he blinked, sending more tears slipping down his face, his eyelights flickering between many shades of violet.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Maybe Damaged Vocal Cords with Nightmare?

Damaged Vocal Cords

First part here. Previous here.  

Fandom: Underverse

Characters and pairing: Nightmare, Dream, Dreammare

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 1,108

Summary:  Nightmare figures out that he’s injured.

Nightmare hadn’t realized this at first - likely due to the fact that he’d been struggling with awful headaches every time he remembered memories that had been suppressed by whatever the hell Ink and that Gaster had done to him to forcibly rip the Apples of Negative and Positive feelings from him a couple of weeks ago. Not that anyone but Dream was aware of the headaches and what they signified - the two of them couldn’t trust anyone with the knowledge that he was aware of the horrifying villain he’d been up until very recently. Not while Ink was still trusted by almost everyone they encountered.

Swap Sans, Fell Sans and Classic were the only ones - apart from Cross who had been deemed unreliable by everyone else had directly seen what Ink had really done. No one had seen Classic - and the other two had been killed by the Gaster. Well. Error had also seen what Ink and Gaster had done, but they knew for certain that he was captured and restrained still within X-Tale.

But Nightmare… Was struggling to speak. It took a great deal more effort for him to speak than it normally did. Not simply because most of the inhabitants of the Omega Timeline were incredibly wary of him - despite the fact that Ink had introduced him as a new ally, and that it was clear that he was much weaker than the multi-dimensional tyrant that they had all heard of and feared. He tended to be soft-spoken by nature, but he… He realized that he couldn’t speak loudly after he’d been trying to get a couple of Fell survivors to stop trying to fight Cross - who he’d manipulated and tricked into working for him while he’d been the Evil Gooplord.

His voice had cracked and faded. He’d flared his aura - pulling much of the mutual antagonism and building anger from Fell Undyne and Mettaton - as well as from Cross. The abrupt lack of negative emotions had caused all three of them to fall over and sit down in shock. Then Dream had come over, smoothing the misunderstanding. Nightmare had been a half-step behind his beloved, not quite touching the other, but ready to grab the other and teleport them out of there if they started to try to fight again.

He couldn’t do much, but he could try to keep Dream safe stars damn it. Nightmare had caused far too much of the other’s suffering for many centuries. The negative guardian realized that it actually hurt to speak - and more than just the fact that it was awkward as hell to try to talk to people who were still convinced you were evil… Not that he hadn’t been doing that for most of his life. Even before his desperation and foolishness had caused him to pull a positive apple from the tree in an attempt to prove himself just as good as Dream.

“Dream… I… May I speak with you for a moment?” Nightmare managed out, as he approached the other. His voice still hoarse as he resisted the temptation to massage a couple of his cervical vertebrae to alleviate the pain he was feeling. It wouldn’t help.

The several different versions of Alphys who Dream had been talking to all frowned a little and looked away from him, clearly unhappy that he’d cut into the tail end of their conversation.

“Hmm? Oh, always, Nighty!” The positive guardian responded, beaming brightly at him in a way that Nightmare was aware that the others were jealous of. Dream hugged him tightly before teleporting the both of them to an empty spot in the strange not-quite AU. Nightmare had realized that Dream smiled genuinely around him, and they had only begun to realize how much the other had been hiding from all of them.

It was going to cause a fight, sooner or later. Particularly as most of Dream’s smiles around the mortals were pale imitations of the real thing. But Nightmare couldn’t muster up the energy to care. He liked being able to make Dream smile and laugh like that. He also delighted in the many hugs that his beloved gave him, hugging the other back tightly. Nightmare eagerly hugged the other back. “I… I think that something’s wrong with my voice. Error told me right before Ink rescued me that I’d been screaming for a while…”

Dream’s eye lights vanished for a moment, and the other checked him, the other’s hands glowing a bright green with healing magic a couple of moments later “How long have you been hurting? You… You are injured, Nightmare… Please don’t hide this sort of stuff from me again. I… Have… H-have they been going after you again? I-I asked them not too…”

“No… No one in this timeline has tried to actively hurt me. They’re hostile and suspicious, but none of them have tried to hurt or kill me.” Nightmare reassured earnestly pressing a gentle kiss to the other’s teeth, wrapping him up in a hug. His voice immediately sounded better, stronger and it didn’t hurt to talk “I promise that if any of them do go after me, I’ll teleport away from them and either find you or hide until you come back. It’s just that whatever Ink did to me in order to make me like this caused the damage.”

Golden tears shimmered in Dream’s eye sockets and the other buried his face into Nightmare’s chest after a moment “I… I wanted you to come back to me… T-to be free of the corruption. I N-never wanted Ink to… T-to torture you back to the way you’re supposed to be.”

“I know that, darling. I won’t blame you for the actions of that soulless bastard. I didn’t when he first captured me, and I haven’t yet. I won’t ever.” The negative spirit soothed earnestly. He really wanted to know where the hell all of the apples that Ink and the Gaster had ripped from his magical core were, but so far their subtle efforts at trying to find them had failed utterly. It was either a direct confrontation with Ink, or attempt to sneak into X-Tale to try to find them there. Neither option was one that Nightmare liked very much due to the inherent danger in both options. The guardian of creativity promised that they were safe, but neither Dream nor Nightmare really believed the other. Whatever game that Ink and XGaster were about to begin, it didn’t bode well, and with the power that the apples held… It could make whatever dangerous, miserable bullshit that the two of them had planned much, much more deadly.

[officialmarvul]

"uh huh!" Abie nods, looking to see how well he can climb onto the bed with a kid in his arms. "-we went visiting a gooplord in a new multiverse! that's three I've been to now!" he's grinning a bit at this, his little tail wagging. Todd? Todd is happy. Todd has gotten pets.

“That’s great. I’m glad to hear that.” { Undyne hums, petting Todd even more. Good fox. }

[genegoldstein]

Gooplord is an ancient alien residing on the Coconauts' island home of Mexismoo for many millenia. He provides the kids with superpowers to maintain peace and preserve the island culture, which he adores. He was once worshipped as a deity...He's mostly a burden now.