#little nightmares fan character

[auroraslittlenightmaresau]

Been a while since I posted anything on this account. But in the meantime I've gotten a lot better at drawing humans so that means I gotta give these kiddos updated ref sheets! Also Art Fight is coming up and I want the refs on there to be updated too.

Anyways, first up on the list was Bait. I've missed drawing this little goober <3. Did a few little changes to her design as well.

[emma-is-swaggy-and-epic]

Rue's character sheet is now available on toyhouse!

You can also watch the speedpaint for his profile assets here [[LINK]]

[queen0fm0nsterz]

So, (sits down at the table) (lights up cigarette) are we all ready to discuss how Six's lack of gender conformity in the beginning of the franchise can be read not only as an expression of her nonbinary identity but also an inherent refusal of what their assigned gender requires of her, which is why they are put in contrapposition with the Lady, whose name and role is inherently tied to her identity as a woman, and by refusing to abide to that standard Six challenges not only the structure of the Maw but also the basic concept on which the Lady based her entire life and identity on

[2strangecrows]

happy spooky season! i drew these pretties to kick off the fall <3

[purples-littlenightmares05]

quick sketch of my oc

[laidtorot]

Sketchezz :3

[sirensea14]

FINALLY IM ABLE TO POST IMAGES

Anyway, new Little Nightmares oc and place for her and Smile 👀

[lasagnelover420]

Pony postingggghhhh

Some doodles of MY PONYSONA Ztrawb

& Fluttershy Luna & Nightmaremoon(as a seperate entity lmao) hanging out cuz they r of my top fav poniessszszsz. Played around w/their desighnssss I LOVE LUNASM w big puffy hair, they all have such stunin designs/color pallets its always fun 2 drawem-

(Oh also strawbz bluntz smokez is coming out of her horn lmfao)

[linmeowcat14]

Creator Color.(Birthday Celebration 2025)

*Today is my birthday. I have been creating fan art for five years. I have continued creating, practicing, and sharing from scratch during this period. From the reality of school and work, I have switched creators and worked hard to conceive new stories and create new works. Attracting fellow creators and fans, the total number of followers in different communities has almost reached 1,000.

In addition to lamenting my passion and perseverance in creation, I also want to thank you as followers for your love and support. Undertale is almost 10 years old this year. It plays an important role in my life. It is not only my love but also my salvation (I will post the story of my creation of UT later), and it is also the main reason why I became a fan artist.

Although I don’t know how long I can create, I hope my works can arouse more resonance and connection, and I wish you all the best to move forward on the road to your dreams.*

[feroluce]

When Al Haitham dreams, it's in shades of sandy blonde and red, metallic gold and feather-blue. His nightmares are colored much the same.

Kaveh leisurely strolls ahead of him, shoes leaving deep treads in the soft desert sand. He keeps a careful distance, arms length, and in return Al Haitham keeps an eye on him, the other man's back dead center in his sights.

He curses the sand in his boots and the long line of footprints he steps into, already the exact shape of the soles of his shoes.

They aren't lost. Al Haitham knows where they are. They've been here before. They are still here.

Kaveh doesn't watch their feet. His head is constantly tipped back with his eyes on the stars and their constellations (of which Al Haitham only knows two, Vultur Volans and Paradisaea). He'll walk right into a cactus like that. Al Haitham yells ahead for him to watch where he's going.

Kaveh reaches up to touch the side of his head in a strange motion, but otherwise there's no acknowledgement. They press on into the dark of night.

Something squelches beneath Al Haitham's boot.

It stops him short, pulls his attention like a magnet and as much as he wants to, he can't ignore it. He doesn't want to lose any more ground. But something won't let him move on. Al Haitham watches as red seeps into the golden sand, spills beyond the border of his bootprint until he slides his foot aside.

It's an ear.

It's a human ear, and there's a heavy earring attached, metallic gold, gems red and green, a familiar shape, a familiar shade-

Al Haitham opens his mouth to yell. Chokes. Swallows the lump in his throat as he quickly restarts his pace. Tries again.

"Hey!"

Another squelch under a hurried footstep. He doesn't stop to look. Al Haitham is pretty sure he knows what it is.

"Kaveh, hey!"

The path becomes littered, little slices and small pieces, fingertips and knuckles, Kaveh's arms once held casually behind his back now strewn along the sands. Every time Al Haitham extends his hand to him, reality warps and bends like the twisted image in a broken mirror, lines mismatched and edges jagged. Kaveh flits just beyond his grasp, fleeting fae, no longer able to hear him or to reach out to him. Al Haitham can only grit his teeth and follow.

His right foot marches forward. His left follows. His right again. His left suddenly doesn't follow, and Al Haitham is thrown off balance and pitches forward, swinging his arms outward to land on his palms and keep his face off the ground, because he's been in the desert enough times to know what a foot suddenly being stuck can mean.

Quicksand.

Al Haitham curses and swears in just about every language he knows as he tries to spread his weight as evenly as possible, stay afloat at the top of it because if he sinks, he knows he'll be done for, and shit, Kaveh.

His neck cranes uncomfortably in his search, Kaveh had only been a few feet in front of him, he can't be sunk much further, and he's in the desert much more often than Al Haitham anyway, he'll be familiar with what to do-

Kaveh stands in front of him, empty sleeves fluttering loose. Still just out of his grasp, still watching the stars. The quicksand is already up to his calves.

"Say, Al Haitham..." It's the first he's spoken this whole time. His voice resonates somewhere deeply nostalgic in Al Haitham's chest, produces a ripple that momentarily stuns his heart.

Kaveh is sinking.

Al Haitham stretches out on his belly as far as he's able, it's quickly up to his knees, Kaveh isn't even trying to redistribute his weight or pull himself out, it's at his thighs, Al Haitham sucks in a breath and yells for him, his hips, yells louder, his waist, Al Haitham's trembling fingertips can almost reach, his chest, Kaveh drops level with him, quicksand about his neck like a noose.

Kaveh's head tips back, back, impossibly far back, until it hangs, angle awkward, and he's looking right past Al Haitham with his tired smile and gouged, blinded sockets full of starlight.

"Do you believe in karma?"

The quicksand swallows him entirely and Al Haitham dives, shoves his arms deep and pushes off with the one foot he'd had left on safe ground, because he can't, he can't, it's not the same without Kaveh, not anymore, he needs him, no one else keeps him sharp, no one else challenges him like Kaveh, if he can just grab him, if he can just pull him back up-

Al Haitham thrashes, against the sands, against gravity, against the hardwood of his bedroom floor. Clumsily scrubs the back of his hand across his face to rub the grit of quicksand and sleep out of his eyes.

Sometimes he thinks he preferred it when the Akasha was still harvesting his dreams.

He pops his head out from under his weighted blanket and lays where he'd fallen out of bed for a moment, blinking blearily against the lamplight shining from his desk in the corner. Deep breaths. His consciousness shifts along the blurred line of nightmare and reality, crosses over the slow transition into wakeful awareness.

He's home, Kaveh is home. It's dark out. The house is dead silent.

He's just going to go check, he tells himself as he peels himself out of his sweat-soaked shirt and roots around for a replacement. He's already losing memories of his nightmare, the details spilling away from him like wet ink, but he knows he needs to see Kaveh. It'll feel better to do something, anything, than try to go straight back to sleep.

He's quiet when he slips out of his bedroom door, because they both keep late hours but their bedrooms are right next to each other, and Al Haitham will never hear the end of it if he wakes his roommate up.

Lights off, door shut. Nothing conclusive. He moves out to the main room.

Kaveh sits on one of those ridiculous sofas he'd ordered three of for some reason, back to him as he tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. A mostly-empty wine bottle stands tall on the table, next to the cobbled-together remains of an architectural model that's been picked and fussed over for four days straight now.

"Kaveh? What are you doing?"

This earns him an exaggerated startle, but Kaveh doesn't turn to look at him, preoccupied with whatever new sketch or blueprint he probably has in his hands. "Ohhh, nothing," he slurs cheerfully. "Just working. Just thinking."

Kaveh has always been the world's chattiest drinker. Al Haitham waits for the rest of it.

"Say, I think...I think I asked you this years ago, back then, but you never answered me." Al Haitham feels all the blood drain from his face in ominous familiarity, drip cold down the length of his spine. Kaveh sinks into the couch until he can tip his head over the back of it, looking up at him with a tired smile and exhausted eyes.

"Do you believe in karma?"

[beatupcorpse]

Au where Six cares about others (semi joke?) also an explanation on how i draw bandaids on the LN kids, I dont. it's tape and gauze they find

[auroraslittlenightmaresau]

Decided to jump on the bandwagon and do the barbie meme with a couple of my fan characters.

Not sure what crime they committed, but Bait would 100% do it again.

[emma-is-swaggy-and-epic]

Myrtle's character sheet is now up on toyhouse!

You can also watch the speedpaint for her profile assets here! [[LINK]]

[draco-jin]

Got that late night art inspiration and made a piece of Little Nightmares fanart of Mono. Surprising this only took around 4-5 hours instead of days to finish so I'm pretty happy with that.

[sweetandglovelyart]

Knightfall in Dream Land - Page 4

Meta Knight shares what it was like to grow up being raised by Nightmare.

[purples-littlenightmares05]

played little nightmares today and felt nostalgic, so I sketched out my oc the assistant chef with the twin chefs🙂

((I will colour this in too!))