#nightmare x oc

[karineverse]

Can you believe they're exes

[imtrashraccoon]

heyyy…. I will submit my “Don’t imagine” now,

I sent you an ask previously explaining kinda my idea..so I was wondering if I could get a ballroom scene? Nobles are very judgmental and even someone as carefree as Ivy can get insecure.

and we know how much noble woman enjoy gossip, she gets in a bit of a pickle.

Also she’s bad at dancing (but that’s a given)

Ooh! Ballroom scenes are sooo good! I will write a proper one another time but for now, here's a few crumbs. (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Don't imagine being the palace gardener for Emperor Nightmare and how you regularly have to use magic to keep the plants alive to counteract your master's latent negative aura. How excited you were to be permitted to attend the grand ball since you'd never been to one before. How you put on your best dress and begged one of the maids to help with your makeup.

Don't imagine the thrill that courses through your veins as the first of the guests arrive and how magnificent they are dressed. How scrumptious the banquet tastes and how you can't possibly try everything on offer. How the light from the chandeliers reflects off of the glassware as if they were made of diamonds.

Don't imagine how the music swells and the dance floor comes alive with a flurry of happy couples. How you can only look on in awe at how graceful their movements are, knowing that you could never keep up with them. How you wish that you could join in the fun if you had a partner.

Don't imagine standing off in a corner not knowing what to do with yourself. How you feel frumpy and out of place among all these important people. How you are positive that some of the women are gossiping about you and how many have given you odd looks the whole evening.

Don't imagine how the room falls silent when Nightmare finally makes an appearance. How he barely spares anyone a glance as he makes his way onto the dance floor. How you overhear one of the gossipy women wondering if he'll actually ask someone to dance this time. How he blatantly ignores the few brave enough to try asking him and how you turn your gaze away, knowing that he'd never consider someone as unimportant as you.

Don't imagine hearing someone approach and looking up, only to be shocked when it's him. How he considers you for a moment and how you wish the floor would swallow you up to spare you from this humiliation. How you can hear whispering from the other guests and how he seems to frown when he notices as well.

Don't imagine how Nightmare extends his hand and asks you to dance. How you can't possibly refuse him with everyone's eyes on you. How you meekly take his hand and let him guide you towards the dance floor

Don't imagine how he places his other hand on your hip and leads you in a slow waltz. How you nearly trip over your own feet but he skillfully steadies you. Definitely don't imagine how he leans closer and how he quietly tells you to look at him. How his permanent sneer seems to lift when you do so and how he almost seems happy in this moment.

Don't imagine how quickly you both become lost in the moment. How the other guests seem to fade away and how you can only see him. How his eyelight seems to flicker with an unknown emotion and how his grip tightens ever so slightly. How you start to actually have fun again.

First, Previous, & Next Request

[mintflavoredfemurs]

Wyd when the dumb human who starts randomly hanging around you and trying to get to know you won't fucking die

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog

Brighton belongs to me

ps. nightmare's tried poisoning brighton on multiple occasions to get him off of his back and this is what happened once he had enough of his rasputin antics

[fluffychubbydragon]

Day 1 of the Sansxyouweek prompts: Fallen King

Saw the prompt and this immediately popped into my head. I was so in the zone, that this took me like an hour at most. I am not very fast at all, but this just... Wow.

[totallylulalutiacreations]

YCH pieces done for the one and only @janeelyakiri of their lovely OC Polly and some of their skellie boys :3! I do love drawing the brat x3

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Nightmare basically being the local cryptic fits him so well, and that'd probably why they sought him out in the first place

That OR they were foraging in the forest and randomly came across this skeleton wearing some style of old royal clothing and a cloak of some sort, like hello?

Kind of off track here but this'll make it make more sense, in my head nightmare and dream are both disney princess level of good with animals and they both attract them, dream more usually prey animals and nightmare predators but thats interchangeable (will probably put in another ask going more indepth about that one)

Going back on track that teen just saw a skeleton with black bones(thats alive) surrounded by foxes playing around him while he is reading a book with an owl resting on a tentacle of his

Like obviously they're gonna talk to him (girl you shouldnt but okay freakaleak do your thang)

Cuz basically in my head this teen was all gothic and obsessed with supernaturals right, i saw some headcanons from an au of gravity falls and that is kinda where i got "what if they were suicidal and were trying to get killed by something they loved, aka something supernatural and inhuman"

I think he'd threathen them but soon realize this other teen lost their marbles and isn't really a threat so okay might as well get info on humans and where to get more books (i know what you are) ((its called being autistic))

I think BECAUSE this human was suicidal (i think instead of the rotting in bed depression it'd be more, yeah im gonna live but if somethings gonna kill me who gives a shit, like basically gave up) he'd be more relaxed around them, because hell this kid is both a negativity source for him and an info source.

onto matching his freak part

I think this kid straight up did not give a fuck after hearing he kills people, like yeah okay, thats cool dude but keep talking about what you know about monster culture. Also that teen was also definitely homocidal, and would give him creative ideas of torturing people and killing them

"You should try stuffing their families bodies and make them have a tea party with their dead family members! Imagine all the negativity you'd get from that!"

"You're insane....i fuck with it."

I love this headcanon so much, damn 3 am me got some great ideas

Hell i got even more i just need to be able to put my thoughts into words

Gonna start smacking my brain onto my phone to see if that works

I feel like their dynamic is like this (which also makes me think of killer and reapertale Chara’s possible dynamic too 💀)

I like to imagine that these two are like, kinda obsessive with eachother in like a scientific way. They keep and write journals all about eachother lmao. The human beings nightmare crushed and withered flowers and he rips up or eats the first few ones he received and the human was like “so cool so cool so cool so cool—“

Do these two go as far as to kill and scare people as for their date nights. Imagine if the human just also has an interest fascination with death blood and gore like the sisters from the movie Ginger Snaps.

{ @brokenramunebottle }

[martimer-underground]

The Doc's First meeting with Nightmare... Didn't exactly go as smoothly as they hoped.

(uhh a less gradient ver + info under the cut)

I know I really haven't really said too much because I'm still writing out everything I want to... For now I'll just tell you their my little morally grey skrunkley and I like to draw them with the bad sanses.

They work for Nightmare because he can offer them resources that they could never acquire on their own timeline...

[judes-fantastical-kaleidoscope]

Rhapsody after bagging an absolute BADDIE (Close up of his face under the cut ^_^)

[rhapsodys-castle]

Killer told him it meant "God, I love flowers!" Nightmare was not impressed w/ killer trolling his husband BONUS DRAWING UNDER THE CUT!

BONUS DOODLE BY @noctulevampire Nightmare - jokublog

Killer - rahafwabas

Rhapsody - This account or @judes-fantastical-kaleidoscope

[delicate-kitty-collector]

Lumina (Nightmare Sans x Oc fankid) she's 6 years old

Made her while Roleplaying with a Royal Dreamtale AU Bot

[kalitheinksimp]

This is actually one of the artworks I actually like of her in this form

He's very... visible in this one

[meian-of-yinyang98]

Cashile Reference

Character info below cut

Name: Cashile Alaric Noctorus Sans Nicknames: Cas, Casy (Gabi only) Race: Skeleton Gender: Male Date of birth: Oct. 3rd Sexuality: Demi-Romantic Pansexual Residence: Dreamtale Job: NA Voice: J Michael Tatum (Katsuya Honda from Fruits Basket 2019) Singing voice: NA

Parents: Nightmare Sans (Father) and Sarah (Mother) Siblings: Keiko (younger sister) Other family: Too many to reasonably list.

Relationships: Gabriola (Mate) Friends: NA Children: Zora (older twin daughter) and Meira (younger twin daughter)

About self: As the eldest child he tends to be quite serious and a bit prideful, but does try to keep it toned down some. Cashile is a bit more reserved than most of his cousins, keeping to himself for the most part. He does have a bit of a temper, but it usually comes up when he's being stubborn about something, very annoyed, or scared. When it comes to those he's close with, he often shows his softer and kinder side of himself that most others don't usually see. As mentioned before, Cashile can be quite stubborn, leading to conflicts between himself and family members or strangers

Abilities:

Able to see in the dark

Able to control shadows and travel through them

Able to sense emotions

Can summon humanoid figures made of shadows and command them

Random facts:

Can be hurt if exposed to light suddenly or too long

Occasionally likes to wear dresses

Wears his cloak when going outside of his AU

Has many similar outfits with some variations

Is the one who carried and birthed his daughters

Likes: Quiet places with low light, the night sky, stargazing, horseback riding, spending time with his close family, wearing elegant but comfy clothes, dark colors

Dislikes: Bright lights, overly noisy places, being flustered or teased too much, his cousin Corbel

Extra/Other: It's unknown whether or not he can become corrupted like his father.

Gabriola, Zora, and Corbel belong to @miiv12

Nightmare Sans belongs to Joku

[imtrashraccoon]

This took me longer than I wanted but, not to beat a dead horse, I blame writer's block. It works out though because someone just reached two hundred followers! I hear she has a whiteboard up if any of you feel like participating...

@superbfirnacho Consider this a gift; thanks for being a good friend! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

Ivymare: Pirate Edition

Laughter and music echoed from the deck but Captain Nightmare was holed up in the bridge, pouring over a series of maps. He wasn't one to engage in partying but he wouldn't keep his crew from doing the same. Besides, they deserved to have some fun after how successful the last raid went.

The riotous party seemed to grow louder for a moment before once again fading into the background as the door was opened and softly closed. Nightmare barely glanced up from his desk as the intruder padded over to his side, after all, there was only one person on his ship who would so boldly approach him like this.

He was suddenly enveloped in a hug from behind. Although the action came as a surprise, he managed to stay calm and only stiffened up a little bit. Coming from anyone else and he would've pinned them to the table with his bare hands for even daring to touch him without permission but he'd grown softer lately.

"What do you want?" he growled quietly. He was a little annoyed at the prospect of being interrupted but it was hard to actually be angry with her.

"I want to know why you're hiding away while everyone's out there celebrating."

Nightmare sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Ivy..."

"Come on... Come dance with me, Nighty," she begged as she leaned heavily against his shoulders.

He huffed and half-heartedly attempted to push her off. "You wouldn't want to see me dance..."

Ivy's arms remained firmly wrapped around him and if anything her grip only tightened, allowing her to press her body up against his back. Nightmare silently cursed whatever gods had decided to vex him with such a bewitching woman.

Ivy was unlike any other being he'd encountered while sailing the Seven Seas. She was as beautiful as she was clever and she was also quick on her feet, unlike most people he'd had the displeasure of meeting. Her skin was as smooth as porcelain and softer than fine satin. Her hair was on the shorter side with a natural wave and perfectly framed the pair of stubby horns resting on the crown of her head. The only aspect of her that wasn't seemingly perfect were her eyes. Indeed, her left was a warm brown while her right was a brilliant green that reminded him of the first Spring shoots, but he found them beautiful regardless of their uniformity.

"Please?" she asked. "How about if I give you a kiss, hm~?"

"I... Damn it, woman. You can't just-" His protests were interrupted when she planted a soft kiss on his cheekbone.

"There, now you have to come dance with me~" she whispered.

He felt a strange warmth flood his cheekbones and his soul did a little flip at the gesture. He fought to keep a straight face and get his magic under control since he'd never hear the end of it if she realized that her charms had this much of an effect on him.

He hated to admit it but he liked it whenever she touched him. Since joining his crew, the icy shell around his soul had cracked, letting the warmth of her affections steadily seep in. A part of him feared the day when she'd inevitably shatter the defenses he'd built up over the years, but maybe she was different from everyone else?

Nightmare hummed softly and cupped the side of her face. He had to be mindful of his claws so as to not mar her delicate skin but he wouldn't dream of intentionally hurting her. He felt her smile widen beneath his phalanges and he'd be lying if he said touching her like this wasn't enjoyable.

Maybe he would humour her, just this once. It wasn't as if he didn't know how to dance since he'd had the opportunity to learn many of the classics growing up. He just didn't like the thought of dancing in front of people, let alone his rowdy crew.

He turned his face to nuzzle against the side of her neck. She always smelled so sweet, like a rare blossom from a far off land, even amid the scent of the ocean's salty spray. He hummed again before pulling back to look at her.

Before he could respond, his eyelight fell on a series of faint lines along her neck. She didn't have very many scars and the ones she did have, she'd mostly received from scuffles since joining his crew. The weird thing was that these lines were much too straight and clean to just be scars.

So then, what were they?

He didn't want to believe what he was seeing but he knew there was no mistaking it.

She'd deceived him.

She was no better than any other woman he'd encountered.

"Nighty? Is something wrong?"

His eyelight snapped to her face and he frowned. She was giving him a concerned look, which normally was enough to make him melt, but not this time.

He pushed her off, somewhat roughly, and turned back to his desk. "No means no, woman. I'm not coming to dance tonight," he growled through clenched teeth.

"Oh..." Ivy started to reach for him but stopped herself, letting her hand drop back to her side. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to upset you..."

He clenched his fists, barely keeping his anger contained. He knew she was probably upset at how harsh he'd been but he didn't care. He just wanted her to leave him alone so that he could think.

She seemed hurt and confused but didn't thankfully, was smart enough not to try pressing further. With a disappointed sigh, she turned and left the bridge.

He should've known this would happen.

He smacked his skull against the desk and let out a frustrated growl.

He remembered the day he'd found her. The crew had stopped at a small inlet to rest when she stepped out of the forest wearing nothing but rags. He'd kept his crew from hurting her, although only after she'd knocked Killer to the ground for getting in her face.

She claimed that she'd run away from an arranged marriage but the ship she was on had wrecked, leaving her stranded on the island. She hadn't wanted to talk about where she was from or who her betrothed had been but this wasn't really that unusual considering how many of his crew also had unfortunate backstories.

Nightmare was almost immediately smitten by her. Not only was she strong but she had courage to stand up for herself. She was also gorgeous in his opinion and seemed to have a sort of wisdom about her. He liked that. There were very few women that acted in this manner, so he'd allowed her to come aboard the ship and eventually he'd even let her join his crew when she'd more than proven that she could hold her own in a fight.

But it had all been a lie.

She was a siren. A pathetic parasite of the sea who only deceived and hurt the desperate.

He was just starting to think that she might be special, maybe even the one person who truely understood him.

He wouldn't do anything right away, not while a celebration was going on anyways. Instead, he would do what he needed to do quietly. It would be best, just in case she had gotten her claws into any of his crew as well.

Standing from his desk, he readjusted his coat and made his way to the door. His soul was heavy but his mind was writhing with anger. One way or another, he would find out the truth.

He stepped out of the bridge and scanned the crowd of revelers until his eyelight fell on the one person he needed right now. Thankfully, his first mate was quick to notice and soon made his way from the party to his side.

"something the matter, captain?"

Nightmare narrowed his good eye socket at Killer's jovial tone. "I need you to do something but not right this moment..."

~~~

"it's done."

Nightmare looked up as Killer entered the bridge. "Did anyone else see you?" he asked.

"nah, i convinced her to help me find something and then locked her in the brig. she was so mad..." Killer chuckled. "she probably just thinks i'm messing with her and will let her out later."

"And what if she convinces someone else to do so?"

Killer grinned and produced a key from his pocket. "unless they want to make a lot of noise by destroying the cage, they'll need to talk to you or myself."

Nightmare nodded before growing more serious. "You didn't hurt her, right?" he asked in a quieter tone.

"just her pride, captain."

"Good. Not a word of this to anyone until I talk to her or I'll make sure you won't speak again, got it?"

Killer nodded and mimed sealing his non-existent lips. "yeah yeah, loose lips sink ships and all that."

"I mean it," Nightmare growled.

~~~

Nightmare didn't venture into the hold until late in the afternoon. It was partially because he wanted to be alone when he confronted her but also because he felt conflicted about what he should do.

Ivy had been sitting on the floor but she quickly scrambled to her feet when he approached. Her ears twitched each time he took a step and by the way her eyes scanned his face he knew that she was anxious. Then, she smiled at him. It was the same cheery smile she always wore but he noticed it was a slightly strained this time.

"If this is your idea of fun, I'm not sure I like it. Cause I'm pretty sure this isn't how bondage usually works~" she teased.

Nightmare felt his cheekbones grow slightly warm but managed to get control of himself. How could she make such a joke now? Surely, she knew what was going on, right?

"Why would you hide something so important from me?" he asked quietly.

"Huh? I've never hidden anything from you, Nighty..."

He narrowed his eye socket at her and let out a low growl. "Do I need to throw you over the side to prove my point?"

Her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply, but at least she didn't try to lie again.

"Why did you deceive me?" he reiterated his previous question.

She lowered her gaze and said nothing for what felt like several minutes. "I didn't have much of a choice but to deceive you... Not if I wanted to live anyways..." she finally whispered.

It was true that he had a ruthless reputation. He never hesitated to kill during raids and he didn't stop his crew from doing so either. At the very least no one could accuse him of discrimination since he killed men, women, humans, monsters, mermaids, and sirens alike.

"I hated being a siren. I just, I wanted to experience the world like everyone else." She hesitated for a moment before making eye contact again. "Think what you want, but my feelings for you were never a lie."

She spoke with conviction and as the seconds dragged on, refused to look away. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes, threatening to overflow, and yet her determination held firm.

Nightmare broke first and looked away with a frown. He'd killed hundreds for less and yet he couldn't bear to do the same to her. Why was it so hard to hate her for what she did?

He moved closer to the bars and when Ivy didn't back away, he reached out to cup her cheek with his hand. He carefully wiped away her tears with his thumb as he scanned her face.

"My feelings for you were never been a lie..." he repeated.

[itsastridsart]

Otp 20

A confusing truth

Aria went shopping and brought something home and after she came out of the restroom nightmare asked what she got, but she just simply replied with was a tampon she asked what that was and now she's trying to explain to him about everything and I don't think it's really helping much cuz nightmares confused

[fluffychubbydragon]

I had to...

Self indulge a little. I'm rather depressed right now.

#sansxyouweek2023

Sleep well...

[imacryptid2]

So I got bored, I suck at writing but I want to improve so I wrote a small little thing here. Basically I was thinking of making a series of this story, it follows my OC's in the multiverse and all that so uh here's this

Part l: Amor

The night was silent as I sat there completely restless. I looked around the area that was once a beautiful field with winter blossoms and blue tulips, which now was nothing more than dirt. One piece of nature life, if you could really call it that, remained. The tree stump, which can no longer grow. It sits there, constantly reminding me of that horrid day. I'm trapped in this horrid place. I'm the only person alive, unless you count the shadows that lurk in this area. Everyone else died a long time ago. If only those villagers hadn't tortured him, and if only dream would have cared more about him. Call me selfish and narcissistic if you wish but it was their fault he bit into that cursed apple. That day was the day everything was taken from me, the only person I ever loved was pushed to a point of no return and he killed almost everything his eyes had been set upon. I say almost because somehow, I'm still alive even after being the first in his sights. Then dream abandoned me here, he left while I was resting one day and when I woke up I was alone. I miss what this town used to be, the pretty colors and the books. The only thing I don't miss is how the village treated night and I . I miss night, granted we were both bullied. You see, we were both considered freaks and were practically outcast from the village. He was outcast for being the guardian of negativity and I was outcast for how I looked, it was silly really. The children thought I was odd because my hair was naturally an abnormal dioxazine color and the adults thought I was a witch. It was all so long ago yet it feels like it happened just yesterday…I began to cry, something I hadn't done in a long time. Everything I felt came pouring out through my tears, all the built up anger and sadness from being heartbroken, abandoned, left for dead, and being alone. I hadn't shown any true emotion in over a decade. A loud, frightening noise came out of nowhere startling me and causing my sobs to intensify as I looked around desperately trying to find the source of the noise. As another loud noise, seemingly closer than the previous one and now sounding like a predatory growl, made itself known I ran. I ran as fast as I could, trying to find a place to hide from whatever may have found me. I could hear it getting closer as I ran and my eyes darted around looking for a place to hide. I eventually landed on an old abandoned area that looked to have plenty of hiding places and escape routes. I could make a sharp turn here to throw the thing off for a moment while she ran in and hid, then I'd make my escape when I was sure it thought I was in the house. Deciding that was the best chance of getting away from the creature, I made a sharp turn and ran into the house. I quickly found a well hidden area on the second floor, I could jump from the window unscathed and make my escape. I covered my mouth to muffle any sounds and I did my best to steady my breathing. As I heard the thing come up to the second floor my heart sped up. I heard a sigh come from the creature, then I heard it leave to check the third floor. After awhile the creature went down to the first floor again and I used the opportunity to get out of the house. I stealthily came out of my hiding spot and made sure not to make any noise as I escaped. Finally I managed to get out of the house from the opposite side as where the creature was. Or so I thought….