#just didn't tell noot

[topazshadowwolf]

In the last chapter of The Bad Wingmen, you mentioned that one or more of the boys were alcoholics. Dust is canonly one, but who would be the other? Surely not Cross, so my guess is Killer? Idk why but I really want to know this, sorry to bother you.

You do not need to apologize for asking such an awesome question! I said it before, I will say it again, I love character analysis and that is exactly what you are asking about!

Okay, at the time of writing The Bad Wingmen, I was unsure how many of the boys I wanted to have an alcoholic history. I knew one for sure, but there was another I had in mind, and you were right with your guess!

The canon is that Dust definitely is a recovered alcoholic. Killer though, has an addictive personality. His drug of choice, though, will be adrenaline (feeling something exciting, which will be a whole new headache for Dadmare while at the same time an addiction he won't completely deny). But that doesn't mean that alcohol could not be an issue with him, especially since he would be slow to notice the effects it is having on him.

Thus, best not let the guy even test to see if he can handle it or not. Thing is, this is actually a poor judgement on Nightmare's end. Why I decided to toss out alcoholism for Killer is simply this: people often get in that situation to numb their feelings, forget stuff, etc. Killer WANTS to feel and he likely did try and just... didn't get what he wanted and thus could not form the addiction.

While that misjudgement is partly because I was still forming my head canons, that will still stand today in the canon fic today. Why? As good of a judge of character Nightmare often is, even he makes mistakes. :3c The biggest example is how he views his brother, just as his brother misjudges him.

[mikimakiboo]

Two for the price of one

Small drabble for @ancha-aus 's new au ! Double Noot ! Or as I like to call it, Noot² ! :D

( part 1 by ancha, read it before reading this one maybe- )

Very short but I just wanted to make a little something because I find the concept particularly funny :')

I didn't go too deep into the lore since the story didn't really start yet, I just did the "encounter" with the gang so that's why it is INCREDIBLY short like fr and also because I underestimated how tired I am

Quick summary: Corrupt gets separated from Nightmare (Passive Nightmare, who is still six years old), everyone is confused

Tw: slight mention of miscarriage and pregnancy denial (ik it's weird lmao but dw there is context)

How did this happen ? How did they end up here ? Like this ? How did they end up with a child on their couch when they went out to fight the Star Sanses ?

None of them was speaking, just looking at the little skeleton with lavender eyelights on their couch, the little skeleton looking terrified. They couldn't blame him, who wouldn't be after all ? He appeared.. no, came out of Corrupt, in the middle of a battle field, almost got shot with an arrow, was brought into a new place and was now surrounded by five skeletons: one with four massive tentacles, one with empty sockets and black tar leaking from them, one with a big glowing red eye and a hole in his skull, one you couldn't see his face apart from two piercing mismatched eyelights, and one with a knife almost as big as the child. He had every right to be terrified.

Killer was the one to break the silence first.

- Sooooo... Poptart ?

Corrupt looked up after a few seconds, realizing that Killer was talking to him when he saw everyone's gaze locking on him. His gang, or mates as they called each other, didn't like the name Corrupt, it had a bad connotation, one that meant that he was inherently bad, that there wasn't any good in him, which, to them, was completely false, so as they started dating they also started giving him nicknames, two that came back very often were Poptart and Sweetpie. Corrupt struggled to get used to it, being more accustomed to being insulted, just like the villagers always did. But did they insult him ? They insulted Nightmare, they insulted that little child sitting in front of him, but he wasn't Nightmare, so was he really insulted ? It didn't matter, Dream insulted him too after all, and he wasn't aiming these insults at Nightmare, but at him.

He looked at Killer, waiting for him to say whatever he had in mind.

- Why didn't you tell us you were pregnant ? Or at least tell Horror or Dust cause judging by the kid's eyelights it was one of them who got you pregnant, cause blue and red makes purple so...

Saying that Corrupt was taken aback would have been an understatement, and it didn't help that they were all staring at him, waiting for him to confirm what Killer said. The child, despite still being tensed, was visibly confused as well, but not for the same reason, because he was pretty sure he wasn't anybody's kid, and especially their kid. He would have remembered it.

- I wasn't pregnant.

Corrupt answered after a moment, making Killer frown, doubting the statement.

- Isn't that called a pregnancy denial ? I mean we didn't see you gain weight either so...

Cross asked, a little unsure of how to tackle the subject, he never had to deal with a pregnant monster before, and maybe denials were a sensitive subject, he didn't want to upset his mate by being too straight forward.

Corrupt looked at them, disconcerted.

- I wasn't pregnant, I have never been pregnant, Nightmare was.. I thought.. he was supposed to be dead !

He argued, but he only gained a compassionate look from his mates. Killer put a hand on his shoulder, looking way more serious than he was accustomed to, and he heard Cross mumble Nightmare's name.

- It's okay Poptart, you could have told us you thought you had a miscarriage, we would have supported you, you know..

Horror nodded from behind Killer, and Corrupt knew Dust thought the same even without looking at him.

- For God's sake Killer, I was not pregnant !

He claimed again, wanting to end this nonsense before it got uncontrollable. Killer was about to respond when they heard a sob. They all turned in sync, and saw the child, Nightmare, with tears rolling down his cheeks. He didn't like the yelling, it brought back too many bad memories, memories he would have preferred to forget. Corrupt shrugged to get Killer's hand off of his shoulder and went to the child, kneeling to be on the same level as him, and carefully wiped his tears with his thumb. Nightmare flinched, backing against the couch's case, but he didn't chase Corrupt's hand away.

- Hey I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled.. we're not gonna hurt you, you're safe here, you don't have to be scared..

Corrupt apologized, speaking with a soft tone to try and sooth the little one.

Nightmare looked at the goopy skeleton in front of him, still sniffling, but, somehow, he had a vague sense of déjà vu... something in him told him he had already heard those words, already felt this magic... the four white skeletons were new, that he was sure, but this black one, he was familiar...

- If you weren't pregnant... then where does he come from ?

Dust asked, sitting on the other couch, his legs still being sore from the fight. Horror had joined him, Killer and Cross were still standing.

Corrupt sighed, standing up too but staying next to the child who was now only staring at him, trying to remember where he saw him.

- That's Nightmare, the.. the true guardian of negativity, the one who allowed me to come to life by eating the apples. He started to explain as simply as he could. I.. thought he had died in the process, but turns out he was still there, just.. dormant, and invisible..

- But why show up now ?

Killer asked.

- I.. honestly, I don't know, but he's here now, and it's better he stays here.

Corrupt answered. Nightmare frowned, looking at the adult. He gave him life by eating the apples ? He did remember eating the apples from his tree, he remembered the villagers and the pitchforks, he remembered someone told him to let go when he took his first bite, they told him they would protect him, but he had to give up his mind and body. At that time, Nightmare didn't think much, he was already so scared, he would have done anything for someone to fight for him, to protect him, and when he heard this voice, he knew it was his only way out, and he gave up everything, his vision fading to black as he felt everything become numb. This skeleton had the same voice, and he was emanating negativity, a pure one, the same that emanated from his apples. Was he the voice ? He seemed so big... not as big as the other skeletons, but much bigger than him, especially with those tentacles coming from his back. Nightmare remembered his back hurting a lot more than the rest of his body, was it because of the tentacles ? They seemed to be heavy... he slowly reached out to the one that was the closest to him, putting his hand on the appendage, it was surprisingly soft and a little cold too... he felt the negativity swarm up around his hand, resonating with his own...

Corrupt looked down when he felt the child touch his tentacle. He didn't move it, letting him discover it as he pleased.

- So.. we're just gonna take care of a kid now ? Not that I want to abandon him, I sure don't, but.. are we qualified to do that ?

Cross hesitantly asked, tugging on his jacket. This castle was full of dangerous things for a child, and they weren't the most welcoming monsters either, even if he knew no one would hurt Nightmare, maybe he would be better with someone more qualified, like a Toriel or even an Asgore, monsters who had the parental instinct in their codes...

- We'll have to be..

Horror quietly said, looking at the little child on the couch, he had the same amazement in his eyes when looking at the tentacle that his brother always had before the famine took hold of everything...

Killer and Dust shared a look, not sure that they could raise a child. They raised their brother, but it ended up... pretty badly, they weren't sure they could raise someone properly after that. Cross was different, sure he killed his brother too, but he lived through so many different timelines, so many in which he was a good brother, in which he actually was caring until the end, he could manage to raise a child if he wanted to, if he trusted himself enough to do so, but them ? They would probably need to keep their distance, at least for a moment, at least until the kid started to learn how to fight back.

- I trust you all to look out for him, every one of you.

Corrupt assured, looking at his two mates from whom he had felt a peak of negativity. He knew what they were thinking about, but he also knew they wouldn't be a threat for the child, the simple fact that they felt apprehension from the thought of doing so alone was enough proof for him.

- For now he needs a bath, he said, Nightmare's bones and clothes being stained from the goop, I'll take care of it. Killer, you can go with Cross in Littletale and gather some clothes for him. Be careful not to be seen, we don't want the stars to know about that.

Killer nodded after a brief look to the child, and him and Cross disappeared in a portal, going to complete their mission.

- What about us ?

Dust asked.

- Horror can go cook dinner, with an extra dish, and you go to the infirmary and heal yourself, don't think I didn't notice you couldn't move your arm.

Dust didn't respond, only looking down in shame, he thought he hid it well...

Corrupt sighed, turning his attention to the little skeleton once they were alone. Nightmare had looked up when Cross opened the portal for him and Killer to leave, clenching on the tentacle, and was now staring at Corrupt, alert.

- Who... who are they... ?

The child hesitantly asked in a whisper, his voice quiet as he hadn't used it in five hundred years. He already knew who Corrupt was, he said it, but who were the others ? Were they the surviving villagers ? Would they try to finish the job ? What did they want from him ? Why bring him back with them ? Surely it couldn't be good, it has never been good when someone wanted him to stay somewhere...

- They are my... my partners, they have been working with me for many years, they won't harm you, I trust them. You can trust them, too, and if anything, I'll be here to protect you.

He tried to explain as simply as he could. He felt Nightmare relax a little, even if he could still feel his fear deep inside his soul, the child seemed to believe him, maybe because his feelings were clear and not tainted with mischief or bad intentions, or because Nightmare remembered who he was and knew he could at least rely on him a little.

Corrupt knew Nightmare wouldn't trust them straight from the beginning, but if he at least believed they wouldn't hurt him, then it was a good start, because now that he was here, Corrupt would never let him go out. He needed to protect him, he swore to him that he would protect him from the very moment he came to life, it was his whole purpose.

He wouldn't fail.

[sillyunknownkitkat]

hihi!! could i please request a ink sans x reader, in which the reader adores physical touch? tysm!!! Please take as much time as you need, and if you don't feel up to it, please ignore this!! <33

Ink Sans x clingy/touchy reader

[Btw sorry it's posted this late :( I hope you like it, tho!]

Now, we all know (I think) that Ink doesn't have any feelings of his own, he's has to take the vials to feel something right?

While I feel like he could be in a relationship, I hope you're not too sensitive because he doesn't actually love you because, you know, he literally can't feel any emotion

Also, I'm pretty sure that it's canon that he has a very bad memory (He doesn't have a soul, so he's just living). So he'll probably forget about you..

"But why would he ask me out then?" You may ask. Well, it's probably because someone in the Noot Noot gang (I stand by this name) or Error has a crush on you. He's just messing with them

Or maybe you belong to an Au where you being with him would create an unexpected reaction (at least to his eyes)

I have headcanons about the start sanses if you'd like more depth to this, but Blue will send reminder to Ink so he doesn't hurt you by forgetting you or something. He's definitely not happy that Ink is using you, but at the same time, he doesn't want to break your heart/soul by telling you the truth.

Dream probably avoids you. He doesn't know what to do, honestly.

Well, let's ACTUALLY start making headcanons for what you asked (after breaking you, lmao)

At first, he was really weird about it. He didn't get why you felt like you had to be glued to him to feel good, but after some recherches, (don't think I spelled that right but wtv) well more like after harrasing Blue about it, he understood. Well, no, not really, but he kinda gets the point

So when he's with you, he'll try to give you as much attention as he can. If he remembers you in the first place.

It goes from awkwardly patting you on the back to laying himself on top of you to clinging to you to the point that you can't move

Yeah... it's all or nothing with Ink, but hey! You got your touch (　＾∀＾)

No, but for real, you deserve way better, I'm sorry, but it is what it is

He's not a good guy, but it could be interesting to be friend with him if you do anything special around in the multiverse

Like he takes advantage of you, but I don't think it's that hard enough to take advantage of him either, actually

I'm so sorry for this, you waited so long and for what? Me telling you that it's pretty much impossible. (　ＴДＴ)

No, but for real, if you want to, I can explain why I feel that way about him, but like- I can't fake liking him 100%

I do think he's a really awesome character but he's not good per say (does this make any sense?)

Well I need sleep lol

Have a good day/night and again I'm so sorry for this garbage

[scuddle-bubble101]

Tell me about anyone???

(Yaaay -Bouncing up and down. its time for a random wheel spin heehee!! And random wheeeeel landed oooon~)

Wicker Basket!

Wicks is an upstanding, raised pretty old-fashioned kind of guy. Not really caring for modern tech or the latter. Middle-youngest out of four siblings; Chipper(Oldest), Basket(Second oldest) and Saps(youngest).

Wicker can be pretty short-tempered and prone to arguing lightly with his oldest brother, Chipper. He's pretty forward and solid on his opinions and well if you don't like it, well your just gonna have to get over yourself. He thinks old but he is nowhere near as old as he thinks. Don't test him on this, he will kick you and, it'll hurt. Jack rabbits do pack an awful kick. That or he'll hog-tie you and well, you might just die of shame then and there.

Shortly after arriving to Midroads either young or as a teen (Hard to say, but he claims it was when he was a little older) Wicker's passion has always been wood-carving. His brother just doesn't see it as a proper hobby and being from a mid-west plateau-like area before entering a city, he expected his brother to repeat the family ranching business through the move from Wilds to City, and got pretty disappointed when he didn't. Course, the long year of aggravation subsided and simply simmered thanks to Wick's overall bullheadedness but- You should always expect the brothers to butt heads despite it.

Solid few years of this and somehow gaining a friendship with Evris, led to an unfortunate meeting that landed him in the interest of a noot. Mayhaps a marshmallow one at that. It was request, a commission if you will that led the unlikely pair to bond but hey, no one knows who their gonna end up liking in the end. This little dance wasn't entirely easy though, and Wicker got into some decent hot water with it, bastard's lucky he loves him though.

Additional notes...

.Similar to his brother, Wicker hates being reminded of his full name. He finds it utterly ridiculous and outta have a feeling to slap someone unless they are his partner. Al will get a glare, but that's thankfully it.

.He's not big on farm like hobbies anymore... Leave that to Chipper, but he never did drop his brimmed hat, and cow whip. He use to ride horses back when he was young. His horse was a white mare by the name of; White Lills. She was a stubborn thing.

.Thick southern-mid-western accent, nothing he can do about or would even dare change on it. Everyone who teases him as like their elder will hang on a post by their toes for it.

.Despite being a chunky lad (He does love him some food) Wick's eats just fine and healthy. He's not big on junk food and still will chew at cabbage with slight twitches of his nose. (Its a rabbit thing) He likes sweets, surprisingly and to his dismay, its always marshmallowy flavoring or like fillings. A good home-made sticky bun with elder-dandelion flower honey is a good sweet spot though!

.Yes he repairs Mid-roads bridges, specifically the Docks. Yes, it always breaks and he's bound to repair it again. He's not been allowed to as of right now, Chipper AND, Alabaster would have his head.

.He's extremely family orientated, blame his familial roots. But, if you asked him would he like a big family like most rabbit families tend to lean towards, He'd call you nuts.

[the-prettiest-w0lf-star]

Day Six of @noots-fic-fests FIC-O-WEEN

Rated: T

CW: injury

Thank you @lumosinlove for creating these wonderful characters 🖤

Remus leaned against the lamppost outside of the hospital. They had thrown him out when he started shouting at them because they didn't let him visit Sirius. He hated that they couldn't be together publicly. It was the worst few moments of his life, watching Sirius collide with another player, watching him lay on the ground, motionless. Even worse than when he was hit by Greyback; playing wait and see was killing him.

It was a cold night in early November, Halloween was just a few days back. The air was crisp and Remus’ breath formed little clouds in the yellow light of the streetlamp; glowing safe havens in the foggy city of Gryffindor.

He observed the entrance to the hospital closely, but so far nobody he knew was coming out. And nobody was telling him how Sirius felt. He must be scared in his hospital bed all alone, with no family near that would care enough to visit him.

Finally, the door opened and a familiar figure stepped out of the shadow. Remus rushed over to Sirius, and pulled him against his chest, closer than was probably appropriate in a public setting. But Remus found he didn't care. “I thought I had lost you,” Remus whispered in Sirius’ hair.

“It takes more to knock me out, love,” Sirius mumbled. “But I need to get back in before they find out I'm missing. I knew you'd wait here in the cold. It was so hot when you threatened the Doc. Let me in or I'll grab one of those injections and knock you out.”

Remus laughed quietly. “Of course you heard that.”

They shared a last kiss before Sirius retreated into the hospital and Remus took shelter in a 24 hour coffee shop down the road.

[paintedkinzy-88]

Oh no. Donnie don't be like that! Besides the Apple twins are only a couple of hundred years older then you and your bros so Nightmare had purple first. Also they can literally tell what your are feeling. They are Empaths!

Psst Kinzy I didn't have any particular au in mind but the noodles look so cute!!!

Pshhh as if Donnie believes in magical things like empaths (yet). He’s too busy trying to figure out how tf the apple twins Exist. Sure, cool, they have seethrough skin and muscles, that’s weird but surely explainable — up until they desummon their ecto ō-ō how does a skeleton just simply MOVE AROUND and STAY TOGETHER with no fleshy bits AT ALL???

Leo likes to play with them. Donnie likes to sit them down, study them, and ask millions of questions because he doesn’t accept “magic” as an answer.

Dream’s okay with this. Noots not so much—

[neoruby-loves-ut-aus]

How Twyla! Sofia and Alexander or Nightmare Jr met

*time when Twyla was just a 6 year old princess*

Twyla: Mommy, I'm going out to play because the sky's awake!!!

The Queen or her mother (*insert name because not sure*: Okay dear! Please be careful!!!

*Twyla goes to a forest which is near to her castle and spots kids of her age playing*

Twyla: Hi!! I'm Twyla!! Can I play?

One of the kids: *thinks* Ewww, she's ugly!! She wants attention!! Ugh!

Another kid: Hey! If you want to play with us, we need some things to be off from you to make you look gorgeous.

Twyla: What I don't understand-

*they start physically bullying her*

Please!!! I didn't do anything!! Stop!!! *Screams*

Another kid: Haha, no one can hear your garbage voice!!

*meanwhile somewhere in the forest*

*an eight year old boy with brown and white hair, wearing a blue cap and black jacket with black trousers and a seagreen shirt and black sneakers hears her scream*

???: Someone is in danger!! I need to help that person!

*rushes to the place where Twyla was getting bullied*

HEY!!! LEAVE HER ALONE YOU MEANIES!!!

One of the kids: And who are you to interfere? Maybe you two lovebirds can join our beatings.

Another kid: BOSS!!! HE'S THE SON OF THE MOST DANGEROUS KING!! HE'S THE PRINCE OF NEGATIVITY!!

The leader: Pfft, it's a lie. He's nothing but a show off brat-

???: WHAT DID YOU CALL ME? *Wipes Twyla's tears and bandages her wounds and covers her eyes with a cloth and covers her ears with headphones playing nursery rhymes, her favourite songs*

*turns into a huge goopy abomination which makes the bullies all shocked* (like how Noot Noot dealt with his own bullies after the apple incident)

*ina corrupted voice* SO YOU CHOSE NO MERCY =) ~

*The boy brutally kills them, like he killed one of them by tearing him into half with his tentacle, killed one of them by melting her to death using his scream of death (like Mortal Kombat Sindel's scream fatality), choked one of themto death using his tentacle, used his water powers to rip a face of one of them and later stabbed them using his ice powers (like Mortal Kombat Sub-Zero's Fatality).*

*uses water powers to clean all of the blood from his body and uses perfume to make Twyla not suspect anything and buries the corpses in the perfect way without wasting any time and tells his grandmother, the guardian of hell, in his mind to torture them when their spirits go to hell*

*opens the cloth* It's alright friend. They're gone now.

Twyla: Thank you!! You saved me!!

???: You're welcome! My name is Alexander, call me Alex for short. People also call me Nightmare Jr for I am the Prince of Negativity. Wanna be friends?

Twyla: Yes!! My name is Princess Twyla!! Nice to meet a nice person like you!

Alex: I'll take you home. *Holds her hand and teleports her to her palace*

Twyla: Wowie!! Your magic is incredible!! Thank you and hope to meet you soon!!

Alex: You're welcome and when we meet you again, I'll show you more of my magic!! Bye new friend!! *Teleports away*

*At home*

Twyla: Mommy Mommy!! *Explains everything but did not mention what Alex did to them because she did not know it and said that he scared them away*

Her mother: Awww, I'm glad that though being the son of the most evil King, Nightmare, he's still an angel on disguise like his mother. He saved my baby!!

*present time*

*Adult Alex and Adult Twyla telling about their childhood to Alex's baby triplet siblings*

Twyla: And that's how me and your big brother met. At least he did not traumatise me when he killed them. That was sweet of him.

Luna (A girl of Alex's baby triplet siblings) : When will you be our big sissy?

Amaris (A boy sibling of the triplets): My brother Esmeray, me and my sister Luna and our big sistas will be happy!!

Esmeray: Yeah!!

Alex: *blushes* Twyla dear, *whispers* hold my hand and let's get out of here.

Twyla: Soon dears. Soon. *Smiles*

Alex: Okay.... We gotta go and join our friend! *Teleports with her holding her hand*

Triplets: We can read your mind big bubba. You can't hide your thoughts from us hee hee!

Dreamlevel belongs to me and @sofiathehooman

People who need to see this:

@analexthatexists @shaylacousintale @deepestredloves @shorukarts

[aristotels]

Of course all problems and inequalities are direct consequence of modernity and in the past those who are now considered undesirable were considered divine and definitely weren't treated even worse and didn't have access to anything that resembles accomodations. Let's bring those times back!

In Ancient Rome specifically there was no hospitalisation, yes, but also people who were considered mad couldn't make financial and legal operations on their own at all and couldn't be citizens, and were considered pariahs by their communities. This is not to say that you are wrong because you picked the wrong time to see as "when things were better", it's that just because what causes problems now is capitalism doesn't mean that before it people were always kind and caring, everything is much older.

(Or that removing the money would fix everything on its own, for that matter)

are you literally so stupid to fail to see my point

the point isnt "LOOK WHAT THEY TOOK FROM US" the point is that fears and delusions depend on the society youre brought up in; and also sorry that a 5 sentences tumblr post didnt go into history of medical malpractice, it was a lighthearted post made by someone with those very issues

yeah, if i lived then, then id have a different delusion more fit to those times - but it would not resemble my current paranoia or nightmares of being drugged or talked to the way ive had medical staff talk to me bc those things are specific to our society.

(Also you can still have your rights denied for being mentally ill today as well?????? what happened to free britney??? And like My family doctor once literally suggested to my dad to involountary check me into psych ward which was smth my psychiatrist at the time was very much trying to avoid because he KNEW how dehumanizing that is, he spent more than sn hour trying to figure out if my visions of suicide were actual suicide risk or intrusive thoughts; telling me later that he was willing to gamble such a huge risk and responsibility he would have to take in case i actually did smth to myself - just to keep me out of the hospital stay because he worked there and SAW how dehumanizing it is. because getting in the ward here doesnt mean youre done when youre out, this shit affects FUCKLOAD of things in your life!)

are you really trying to be like "LETS TAKE AWAY ACCOMODATIONS FROM PEOPLE WHO SUFFER WOOW GOOD JOB" in my inbox rn btw considering that i am literally schizophrenic w some other mental illnesses, and that i take fucking meds upon meds for it, including antipsychotics??????? and i am also very grateful for those aids, but even with meds my condition will never be resolved and its severity very much depends on the people/society around me. my delusions while living in croatia might differ from someone who lives in the usa.

i literally have no patience or attention or care or anything to argue with you rn, if you wanna discuss political or economical or marxist or whatever theory in my inbox go ahead, but i am NOT arguing about my own fucking lived experience and having you speak to me this way, in an incredibly entitled and dismissive way. its late and im going to bed. i genuinely dont care for your "ummmmm ekshually capitalism is noot thaaat bad-" shit while i keep having episodes on the daily in a big part due to fuckin capitalism. losing my other job is putting me through stress because i have no money, but it also eased up certain aspects of my illness because i dont have to hit hardcore fucking deadlines every week.

p.s. who the fuck is talking about money not existing. if you are gonna bring that up within communist theory and up for a serious discussion thats a whole other thing, but moneyless and stateless society doesnt just rest on tadaaah no money, like theres a reason marx wrote books n essays on that shit and why daddy engels sent him checks. and even in ideal communist world we would still have mental illnesses, but i am absolutely positive that my thoughts would differ than the current ones and that they would probably be less severe. and also why is this implying that communism wont have like the fuckin medication

i usually take care to carefully reply to asks and try to actually give a serious opinion but i gen dont care if i sound incoherent rn, this legit pissed me off

[inkcat1987]

Evil master mind time >;3c

Tw: drugging/being drugged without knowing, I feel like Scott cawthon after making this one part of my lore XD, my au

You can find the drawings and the first couple parts of the comic here!

Noot noot was defeated and went back into soft noot, but when dream ran up to him all excited noot noot ran away from him and hid.

(3- 5 years later)

Swap found noot noot hungry, alone, and homeless, but he didn't seem the same. He gave noot noot a jacket that looked suspiciously like killers (buuuut were not learning that lore yet >:3) and took him in.

Noot noot was surprised to find out that swap was a secret murderer with error, while swap was in the star sanses, error was almost aggressively insane at this point and wouldn't talk he didn't seem like his normal self he wouldn't even eat with them. (again can't tell you the lore yet womp womp! :P). Noot noot didn't realize that swap was secretly drugging him and and the pills made him go insane like error and swap.

He then later one met ccino being surprised but also at a loss of memories he went up to him but he wasn't the same ether, he wasn't insane like error or swap... He was just grumpy and depressed, and ordered noot noot around a lot, as time passed noot noot started forgetting a lot of his life before everything now he still remembers dream but as a bad guy and not his brother.

Noot noot still feels sad when he looks at killers coat not knowing why but he still wears it and does everything he's told...

The "perfect experiment" Ƹ̵̡⁠Ӝ̵̨̄⁠Ʒ said about him...

(The end for now I'm eepy and have chores to do :3)

[itsaash]

unsatisfyingly satisfying part 1: Dead End

Today is a different story, a Coops one that starts as ... not Coops. I wrote this maybe 4 months ago, just writing for me as a way of processing, for awhile I really didn't think I'd share this. BUT then, with the prompts of @noots-fic-fests I thought of a parts 2&3. also what's scarier/more of a dead end than Sirius Black with a woman? So this is Sirius' last time with someone other than Remus, and in the next part I'll time skip to present day, so no hard feelings if this isn't for you and you want to wait for the next part. Rated E, 6000 words if you click through to ao3 to read the whole thing. I'm just going to put the first 1300 words, rate T, here on tumblr which is as much James and Sirius banter as anything.

“Your aim is way off.”

“Pardon?” Sirius looked up, part genuinely confused and part annoyed. He had marvelous hand eye coordination. He was good at pool. His aim was not off. 

“It’s not going to go in, that’s all I’m saying.”

Sirius didn’t recognize the voice of this unhelpful spectator, but James was clearly already laughing and joined in on the taunts. So Sirius solidly ignored them and took his shot. And missed. 

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, hitting the end of the pool cue down into the hardwood floor of the hotel bar. 

James laughed in victory as he lined up his next shot. 

Sirius looked around for the source of the “advice”, and oh. There she was. Smirking at him over a tumbler of amber liquid. 

“Told you,” she smirked. 

“It was not way off, it was millimeters. And I’m still going to beat this fucker. All I have to do is steal his glasses.”

“Don’t you fuckin dare, Pads,” James said. He took his shot and sank the ball. “You’d never stoop to cheating. Don’t let our new friend here think such a thing of you.” 

James walked behind the girl and from over her shoulder he gave Sirius an eyebrow wiggle that looked eerily like caterpillars dancing and mouthed talk to her, before turning to line up his next shot. 

Sirius rolled his eyes and took a sip of his own drink, watching James line up his shot. 

“Obviously I wouldn’t cheat , Pots. Taking your glasses would be more of a … prank.”

“A prank,” James snorted. 

“Ouais. And a successful one.”

“Stealing my glasses, that I medically need, is not a prank, man. That would be cheating .” He turned to the girl. “Back me up here.”

She smiled and tilted her head, mock thinking. 

“Yeah, I agree. Taking something medically necessary isn’t a prank. That would be mean . And I know someone invited to this weekend of ‘celebrating the best in sports’ wouldn’t be mean , would they?”

Teasing infused her every word, and although Sirius didn’t usually like new people, her vibe was so chill that Sirius didn’t have his back up at all. 

“No, of course I, who plays hockey for a living and bodychecks people everyday, would never be mean ,” Sirius retorted, a smirk growing on his lips. He stepped as casually as he could towards James’ drink and poured some of his whisky into James’ beer. When James went to take a swig of beer he would get a surprise at the strength of the alcohol content. 

“That’s not a fucking prank either! Tampering with a drink. Tut tut Sirius Black, you are terrible at this.”

“I'm not tampering , it’s Pots!”

James turned back to them after missing his latest shot. 

“Tampering! What’d he do?”

“Put some whisky in your beer,” the girl tattled. 

“Hey, come on, if you tell him he won’t take too big of a swallow, and the prank is ruined!” Sirius groaned.

James laughed and took a cautious sip, smirking at Sirius over his glass. There was no gagging or sputtering. Sirius waved a wrist around towards James, while looking at the girl with raised eyebrows, like he could waft his displeasure at the lack of reaction towards her. 

“Hey! It’s not my fault you're bad at pool and pranks. I'm just telling you what I see,” she said, eyes gleaming. 

“Oh ho, ok then. Come line up this shot with me if you're so good,” Sirius said. 

She stood at the opposite side of the table from him and corrected Sirius on his line, and he made the shot. They did it again, and he sank another ball. 

“Hey! As cute as this is, this also feels like cheating,” James protested. She laughed and mimed zipping her lips, and Sirius missed the next shot. 

“Merde,” he muttered, leaning on his cue. “I am usually good at pool, even without a coach. What’s your name, o pool master?”

“I’m Rebecca. And I’m kind of glad to see you’re not perfect at everything. Makes you more human,” she said. 

Sirius rolled his eyes and James piped up, “oh there’s lots of things he’s terrible at.”

“Pots, come on —”

“Ooh, like what? Other than pranks of course?”

“Well cooking and cleaning are the obvious ones, but also making plans, doing interviews, obviously …”

“Potter, come on, arrêtez ça—”

“… speaking English when he’s upset…”

James had Rebecca laughing behind her glass and Sirius shot them both a mock serious glare. 

“In his defense, I heard some of his interviews today and the way they all asked him the same questions would drive anyone to terrible answers,” she said. 

“I did not give terrible answers!” Sirius protested. 

“Are you here for the ultimate sports magazine special too then?” James asked her. 

“Yeah. I’m on the Olympic rugby team. You probably saw us being awesome and getting a silver medal at the last Olympics, so a few of us from the team are here.”

“Oh, sick. That’s awesome. Yeah, his answers are pretty bad sometimes aren’t they?” James said, looking at Sirius all the while. 

“Oh my god, I’m right here, stop it you two,” Sirius said, going to stand between James and Rebecca, trying to split up their alliance. He secretly loved James’ teasing though. James was the perfect social lubricant. Being around people was just easier, better, when James was there. 

There had been at least a dozen interviewers asking him variations of the same question today, none of which were topics he wanted to talk about. He could’ve given them a whole feature on hockey. On his team. But no, they wanted to know about his family and parents and rivalries and standings and if he’s found a nice girl in Gryffindor yet and he wanted to scream . And there had been a photo shoot. It was awful. So Sirius was 3 whiskeys in and was trying to forget this day had ever happened and was definitely trying to forget that there was another photo shoot tomorrow. At least James was here too. The interviews with him there always went better. 

“How did your interviews go?” Sirius asked Rebecca, wanting to stop talking about himself. 

“Oh, fine. I was with my teammates for all of them, so that helps. Lots of lovely comments that start with ‘so, girl’s rugby!’. After which I’d stare them in the eyes and remind them that’s not actually a question, and that it’s women’s rugby and we are an Olympic sport thank you very much.”

Sirius smiled at her fierce reenactment. “I wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of you, I’m glad I’m not a reporter. Or a rugby player.”

“That’s the reason you’re glad you’re not a reporter? I would’ve thought it would’ve been all the reading and writing,” James quipped. 

“I can read and write,” Sirius said, punching James in the shoulder. He turned back to Rebecca. “Ignore him, I can read.”

“Sure, I believe you,” she said. They watched James sink his final ball, celebrate with his arms in the air, and Sirius groaned. 

“Rebecca, I thought you were nice .”

“I definitely never said that. Ok, my turn Black, let’s see what you’ve got. Put those soft hands of yours to use.”

Rebecca and Sirius played a game of pool, and James threw jokes at them and drank, getting louder. Then Rebecca continued her winning streak and beat James, so they switched to darts and then somehow found things to juggle. Rebecca was the clear winner of juggling, but Sirius was very proud to be leagues better at it than James. She fit into their dynamic perfectly, the evening felt as relaxing and fun as a night with James alone would have been. She knew the same sports references they did, she was obviously athletic and competitive, and joined in all the good natured chirping. 

Which was why Sirius was really fucking confused when she kissed him. 

read the rest on ao3

[topazshadowwolf]

You said before that killer got all the 'parenting mistakes' and that nightmare now has more experience being a dad boss, so if one of the other nightmares from the multiverse said they were thinking of getting henchmen but didn't know what to expect, what kind of advice do you think he would give them?

Ha! You were likely expecting a quick and easy answer! Well no luck. I just thought this over and considered the situation this would occur. So you get you answer in a short fic! (With another Noot to boot! Try not to read the tags and guess who he is.)

—-

Another useless meeting. He should have left instead of standing in the back, arms folded, wanting to go home. Perhaps it was just seeing how others were and comparing how different he was that kept him in place. That, and he dragged a Nightmare he had gotten to know along with him.

Still, he tried to listen to the one who called the meeting prattle on and on about the need to rule his multiverse—a genuinely foolish notion.

“That is someone who likes to hear himself speak,” He mumbled to his friend. Were they friends? Is it possible for a Nightmare to make friends with another Nightmare?

“Thanks for bringing me along,” his friend replied. “I now know how glad I should be that I missed all this.”

Rolling his eyelight, Nightmare chuckled, “It is hit and miss for these. We can ditch in a bit. Call me nosy, but I am curious about how a few I remember and do not like are doing.”

“Need your gossip?” His friend asked with a smirk.

“Please, gossiping is infantile. This is silent gloating over the misfortunes of those I despise,” Nightmare grinned. He then looked over the crowd, chuckling to himself now and then when he noticed certain Nightmares that angered him were not doing as well as when he last saw them.

“What’s so funny?” His friend asked.

“If I tell you, then it is gossiping. Get your own enemies to silently gloat over,” Nightmare replied with a smirk.

They were about ready to leave when another moved closer to him. He remembered seeing this one before. If memory served him correctly, this one was from a younger multiverse. He was shorter and more slight in build.

“Were you listening?” The new one whispered to him.

“There is nothing to listen to other than mad ravings,” Nightmare whispered back, which got a chuckle from his friend.

“May I ask you something?” The new one asked.

“You just did,” his friend joked back.

The new one huffed a sigh, and Nightmare chuckled. “Come on, let’s step away from this lunacy and chat.”

The three walked a distance off, far away enough that the longwinded speech of one who called this meeting was nothing but a dull hum in the background. Nightmare looked at this other who looked younger than himself and his friend. “Now, what was it you wanted to ask?”

“Well, I… I remembered how healthy and… mentally stable your subordinate was, and I would like to take one in. Compared to many of the others here, you seemed like a good option to turn to,” The new one said.

Did this young Nightmare just call Killer mentally stable?

“I think he’s asking you for your fathering tips,” his “friend” said with a grin.

Nightmare shot him a glare then looked back at the other Nightmare. He could easily threaten and scare off this smaller and clearly younger version of himself from some small, developing multiverse. And perhaps some others would for bothering them with such matters. But no… this one ne was interested in learning and Nightmare could not push away that desire. Besides, if it meant alternate versions of his boys won’t suffer cruety, he will despense what he knows.

“I see… well, know that your subordinates will need you to provide them with direction after missions as well as during them. Most of my Killer’s distructive behaviors could be attributed to me thinking that he could simply entertain himself quietly. Some can, and some can not. Even Dust does better with metal stimulation and encouragement to participate in activities instead of sitting and wallowing in negative thoughts,” Nightmare said then folded his arms. “These were things I figured out later. Also, be alert to your subordinates wants now and then. Killer, for example, deveopled a some jelousy because he noticed the others getting things. Because he never asked I did not question his wants. Just ask every now and then. Some may feel they have done enough wrong that they don’t deserve to ask and only take what they get. So watch for that.”

“Huh, that’s two with Killer,” His friend mused.

“Yes, well, with him being my first subordinate, I did make a few mistakes with tending him. For example, monitoring what he ate and wellbeing. He was eating, but mostly junk food. The type of mortals we tend to take in are emotionally damaged, and those who are that way do not always tend to their own needs well. They may seem fine, but that is an act. A front to make it seem like they are coping when they are not,” Nightmare explained. Wanting to drive this home, he reiterated what he was getting at. “Pay attention to their mental needs, emotional needs, and the occational wants.”

“If you do that, you won’t be like this guy, who felt so bad about how he neglected Killer that he let his castle get over run by cats,” his friend chuckled.

“It is not over run… but there are too many,” Nightmare sighed then grinned at his friend, “perhaps it is time for your tiny brother to come visit again to make more feline friends.”

“No,” His friend stated flately

“Thank you…” The younger Nightmare said thoughtfully, despite the jesting among the older two Nightmares.

“We are about to head out, I suggest you do too. Meetings like this are only trouble, alright?” Nightmare said to the younger who nodded.

“I will,” He replied.

Nightmare watched as the younger formed his portal and left. He then formed one of his own and the two left.

---

How forgetful of me, I completely forgot to add that the other Nightmare (the friend) was the Nightmare from One Small Dream. That fic is by @calcium-cat

I do believe I have raved about this fic before, but just in case you STILL haven't read it, PLEASE do. Also, TY to Calluna (Calcium-cat) for reviewing this to make sure I did write her Nightmare correctly.

I will forgive myself this slight as when I posted this, I was on break at work and just couldn't wait to get home to post. So, I was rushing.

[gettinontopic]

I cant unpack... all that

But the target audience of blm is white people. Its litterally a movement to tell them our rights our ours and they will not be taking them again. Its our movement to get them to stop killing us. Its target listeners better be white people, cause otherwise why the FUCK am I talking them for?

Black people and most other poc know that blm is about our rights, its the target audience who seems to miss the point time and time again.

Like?? Do you think we actually started that so we can sit in a room and talk to ourselves about the shit we already know affects us?ndo you think our protest are just so other black people can watch and comment on it? no! the goal is to make white people pay attention and join the talk, on the side of yhe listener. but they like need to be there or its all for noot.

Ex: There was a gether for all the black people in my town. we are 1% of the population here so we have to be intentional about meeting. multiple white spouses were there. we were all happy to have them bc acting like their litteraly spouses were a threat to the space would be counter productive to the safety factor. They also added beautiful insight into the Big Talks we all had that night and it was refreshing as hell.

Even an "individual" space had "outsiders" and i promise the world didn't end, even though many of us cried talking over the racism that had hurt us, we were not violated by having white eyes on the discussion.

You don’t belong in feminist spaces because you’re a man I hope this helps <3

this might blow ur mind but i think even cishet men belong in feminist spaces bc they’re the target audience.

[hornyf0ckers]

Chubby! Mc who finally became skinny?? It's fine if u don't do this!!! and so sorry if this is kinda offending idk 😭..

Don't worry it's not offensive, atleast not for me.

This post is heavily inspired by the anime: "Watashi ga Motete Dousunda"

The Brothers with a Chubby Mc who suddenly became skinny

pronouns: you

warnings: slight mention of reader maybe being uncomfortable in their new body, noot proofread

Part 1(The brothers)

Whether you were chubby or not, the brothers loved you regardless, cherishing your body and helping you when you grew insecure.

You and Beel worked out together to stay fit and healthy and the others sometimes joined it. Everything was normal until one day you woke up feeling a little off. You felt lighter than normal , so you got up and looked into your mirror. And there it was: You were suddenly so skinny. Skinny as in model/boney skinny. At first you blamed it at your workout but this rapid change wasn't possible.

In panic you ran to [insert brother here] room.

Lucifer

You bet that he choked on his coffee when he saw you.

At first he didn't recognize you but after a few seconds of observing you he definitely knew it was you.

He immediately grew concerned for you (checking you for any injuries or curses)

After everything was okay with you he asked how you felt

Were you uncomfortable? Should he try to turn you back?

If you were comfortable in your new body he would still try to figure out what the cause of this was and if you were uncomfortable, he would immediately comfort you and try to turn you back as soon as possible

He would still need to order you a new RAD uniform, probably will also take you out to shop for new clothes and to eat dinner

"MC, your body doesn't change how I feel about you, whether you are skinny or chubby, I love you regardless and I always will. But don't think you can now slack of on working out, you still need to be healthy and kept in shape."

Mammon

When you walked into his room he immediately screamed.

As oblivious as he is he didn't realize it was you, throwing things at you.

I AIN'T GOT NO MONEY FOR YA TO COLLECT WITCH!! AHHH- huh? Mc? MMCC????

When he realized it was you he was beyond shocked.

"MC WHAT HAPPENED TO YA? ARE YA OKAY? DID SOME WITCHED OR SCUMMY LOW ASS DEMONS CURSE YOU?"

You were the one that had to calm him down in the end.

Ofcourse he would never admit that he was worried about you.

If you told him you were uncomfortable in your body, he would hug you close, telling you all sorts of things to make you feel better.

Later on he would tell the others to find a way to turn you back

If you weren't than nothing would really change.

Though expect a lot of clothes that he bought for you because the old ones probably didn't anymore.

"Don't expect anything to change between us human! You are still mine and I won't let anythin' change that! BUT THAT'S BECAUSE IM YER FIRST AND TOTALLY NOT BECAUSE I LOVE YA! Especially because I'm yer first, I love you for who you are... W-What!? I SAID NOTHING HUMAN!"

Leviathan

He fell out of his gaming chair

"IT'S JUST LIKE THE ANIME I'VE WATCHED WHERE THE MAIN PROTAGONIST...."

But seriously tho he wouldn't really mind your change, whether or not you were skinny, he still loves you.

It doesn't matter how you look like, he would still think you are way out of his league.

"You're still going to game with me right? Just because your body changed doesn't mean you're going to do normie stuff right? RIGHT?!

Ofcourse if you're uncomfortable in your new body he would do his best to comfort you, wrapping you with blankets and sitting next to you, to shy to hold your hand

He would later on aak lucifer how to turn you back if you desire.

If not, he'll order your new clothes from Akuzon

Probably remakes every cosplay he made for you.

"I don't care how your body looks like...You love an yucky Otaku who's not deserving of love so I would be a dumbass if I wouldn't love you 100 times more.. *blushes like crazy*

Satan

Unlike others he would have noticed you right away.

Would bomb you with questions to make sure you're okay.

Are you in pain? Are you uncomfortable Are you in need of anything?

If you're uncomfortable he would comfort you, cuddling you while reading you a book or making you tea/coffee.

Anything you would need, he would provide

Would try to find the cause of this change and if you ask him too he will turn you back.

Asks Asmo for help incase you need a healthy diet.

Would take you out for shopping for new clothes and after that take you to a cat Cafe because you're already out for a date anyway.

"I hope you know that I love you just the way you are Mc. Your body doesn't and never will change the view I have of you. You are pretty no matter what shape you take."

You two end up cuddling and reading books together, like you always did.

Asmodeus

Probably the most shocked

Screamed when he saw you, but in a good way

"Honey what happened to you?!"

You ofcourse get complements from him

Ofcourse he loves your chubby body as well so much will change

It doesn't matter what body you have, he will still hype you up and showers you with kisses

Expect him to change your skincare routine if the change changed your skin

Definitely takes you out shopping

You two get matching outfits (You two have a whole bunch of matching outfits already btw)

Besides the whole skincare routine and shopping spree nothing really changed

If you feel uncomfortable in your body prepare for him to shower you with kisses and compliments while cuddling you fir atleast 3 hours

Helps you to remain skinny if that's what you want

If you wish to return back he would ask Satan for help

"Darling you're soo cute, no matter how your body looks like. I love you for who you are and not for your body. You're the only one who sees me who as the real me instead of the Avatar of lust. You will always stay beautiful sweetheart, ofcourse not as beauty as me but you're getting close. Now let's do our skincare routine!"

Beezlebub

really surprised when he saw you.

Probably didn't even realize it was you until you explained yourself.

At first he thought it's because you haven't eaten enough so he tries to get you to eat more.

He just accepts it but will feed you more food just in case

Honestly he's such a big puppy so if you say you're uncomfortable with your new body he will try everything to help you.

He will cook your favorite food and eat it together with you while hugging you close

He couldn't care less about how you looked, after all you are still the same human who brought his family together and helped his twin.

He will give you clothes he and asmo brought for you.

"I love you MC, I don't care about your body, though I think it doesn't hurt to eat more. I would never think of you as someone else because of the way your body looks, besides I love your cooking. You will always be my family MC."

Belphegor

Probably was still half asleep so he didn't notice at first

He only started to notice when he hugged you and your body didn't feel the same way than it used to.

Would question you what happened but after you explained he just laid back down

Tho he might be a bit disappointed that you are thin now, after all your old body was very comfortable to cuddle and hold close

If you tell him that you're uncomfortable with your body he would pull you into bed with him and cuddle you

He honestly couldn't care less because you are also comfortable in that body.

He might ask Satan how to turn you back if you ask

Would tag along to buy clothes with you (Though the majority of thinks he picks out are comfortable pajamas)

"Do you honestly think I care about how your body looks? You've saved me and forgiven me for the things I did and for that I couldn't be more grateful. You are nice to cuddle either way so I don't think this is gonna make a difference. *yawns* Now shut up and let me cuddle you."

A//N:

This is my first time writing such a thing so forgive me if I did any mistakes. I'm always willing to learn and improve. Remember that you are loved regardless on how your body looks! If I made anyone uncomfortable with that pose I apologise. Also if you want to request something go ahead! Requests are open

[bunny4557]

Well...I'm here to tell you something that happened to me a few years ago.

In 2012 I was at home watching some cartoons with my grandmother, everything was fine....nothing wrong was happening....my grandmother said she would get something to eat. I watched cartoons until 19:00 at noot,At that moment the TV started to get weird and flashes of it appeared. I obviously got scared. I felt something pull me back and I started crying calling my grandma but ,she didn't hear....I looked back and saw... A Horrible being to look at me... his teeth were broken and his eyes showed melancholy ,his body was thin and he opened his mouth and the following words came out: "Remember me....Oliver......Melancholy" It was the last thing he said....then I don't remember what you hear, I just remember wake up next to My grandman....

.....

[fanficmemes]

Here is my most recent dream that I wish to inflict upon not only your followers who are not on discord, but also Noot again. Happy cursed asks sunday y'all

SO. Captain America, Steve was squatting in a fire station bc he was a nurse who was doing illegal stuff for his patients- like if they didn't have insurance, he was getting them help anyway, stuff like that-and Bucky was a fire fighter who accidentally stumbled upon Steve's illegal practice and Steve panicked and attacked Bucky (hit him the face with a fire extinguisher, specifically) and this pissed Bucky off royally so it's a full on wrestling match on his side, and he's saying some really nasty shit that I don't remember but the whole time Steve is like "fuck I'm sorry I panicked I'm so sorry" and just repeatedly apologizing, in the same tone one would beg, and finally Bucky wins the physical fight, throws Steve up against the wall and says, "Stay there," and Steve feels so bad that he does and Bucky fucking unzips his pants and just starts pissing all over Steve's back and down his legs, talking about how Steve should have known his place and teaching him a lesson and I gotta tell you, the way Steve cried out and bent over once he realized what was happening, taking his punishment like the eager slut he is? Fucking moaning for it when he gets pissed on like a filthy animal? Oh my god. He offered up his ass like he would die without the piss, he leaned into it. He fuckin' loved it.

4/10 you already know my feelings on this one, everyone else enjoy

[lunarreaper-ut]

So i have two follow up questuons first..

1. U said that when killer and nightmare had that fight, killer -at sone point- made himsrlf clear he didn't want to fight anymore... How tho? Did he just go like "hey noot, ur majesty, i'm sick of this fight lets make up, yeah?" or by,action like... Idk behaving like usual doing his task without asking? (Or will this be in the story too? )

2. Its about my last ask... What particular sweet something he said to nighty? and what comment nighty did to it to make killer pull away? Please tell me qwq pretty pls with cherry on top? 🍒

Also i'm not sure what to ask much here ..but can i ask for some more sweet fluffy lore about horrors, dust and killers friendship? And... How did they even meet and become friends? And what they doing for work (dust and horror)?? They so cute~ just want to know more about them >w< 💖💖💖

Yep, that first question should indeed be answered when I write out the scenario!

And since you asked so nicely, Killer ended up complimenting Nightmare's eyes. It wouldn't have been such a big deal if he hadn't sounded so love-struck when he said the compliment.

Nightmare, after hearing the compliment and the way Killer said it, he basically scolded Killer. "You need to be careful with what you say, otherwise someone may think you're serious when you say that."

Nightmare didn't even think it was serious, and was more worried about someone else thinking Killer was serious. Killer of course was serious, but hearing what Nightmare said made him actually realize it.

On to the friendship lore!

Horror, Killer, and Dust all met because they're all part of the Royal Court. Dust being the Royal Apothecary, and Horror being the Executioner. They'd seen each other in a few meetings, and Killer, when wandering the castle, bumped into them a few times.

Killer would visit them when he had days off because he was bored, and became friends with them just by hanging out. Dust and Horror were friends beforehand, since Horror came to the Kingdom.

Killer initially bothered them because they were more interesting than anyone else in the castle, and when he realized they didn't have the most glamorous lives (Kinda like him), he started actually trying to befriend them.

Dust and Killer are both protective of Horror, because of his past. They check in with him constantly, especially Dust. Dust has almost all his meals with Horror, and used to walk with him everywhere until Horror got more comfortable on his own.

Killer tries to get Horror out of his shell. He helped Horror the most with his speech issues. (KV!Horror has trouble forming complex sentences, and speaks slowly so he can process his own thoughts.)

Dust and Killer didn't really get along as much, since Dust is particularly closed off, but eventually they became close friends too. They have a similar sense of humor, and Killer doesn't mind Dust's rambling to himself.

Occasionally, when they all have a day off together, they go out to a tavern to eat and drink together. Horror doesn't really drink, so he spends most of the time eating.

As for what Dust and Horror do?

Dust is an Apothecary, as I've mentioned, so most of his time is spent brewing various remedies and potions. However, Dust also works as an assassin (unofficially), so there are times where Nightmare has use of his other skills. It's rare he is sent out to actually kill someone, but going out to gather information is certainly on of his skills.

Horror is the Executioner, so it's rare he actually has any official work to do. He works as a butcher in town in the mean time. If, however, there was a fugitive or an escapee, it's likely Horror would be the one sent after them. (Dust could also fill this position, but since his work as an assassin is kept from the public, it's more likely to be Horror)