#nightmares & daydreams

[sunnydayaoe]

I haven't shown it too much, but usually I'll draw dd with either no black feathers, or with black dye to make it look like he still has some. They don't grow in anymore :-]

[fawninginlovee]

[avionvadion]

if i had a nickel for every time the nrc boys lost their shit about something happening to them that yuu already deals with ("OH NO OUR MAGIC" in glorious masquerade and *gestures at nightmare before christmas*) id have two nickels which isnt a lot but i think yuu should get their asses for that as a treat

Malleus, Sebek, Leona, Jade, Riddle, Trey, Azul, Vil, Epel, Idia, Jamil: “OH NO WE’VE BEEN ISEKAI’D WHAT DO WE DO, HOW DO WE GET HOME, WE’RE SO SCARED.”

Yuu: “Yeah, really sucks, huh? Good thing you were with friends when it happened. Would’ve been DEVASTATING if you got isekai’d all alone.”

The boys, staring at Yuu, remembering who they are and how they got to their school: “Oh shit, fam, you right. Sorry.”

Idia: “WHAT DO WE DO, HOW DO WE SURVIVE THIS ISEKAI, O’ CHOSEN ONE!???”

Yuu: “THANK YOU, IDIA. Let’s follow Jack!”

Vil: “You just want to hear him sing.”

Yuu: “THIS WORLD IS MY CHILDHOOD AND THE ONLY GOOD THING TO HAPPEN TO ME THIS FAR. I HEREBY RETIRE FROM HEROISM, YOU BOYS ARE ON YOUR OWN. I’M LIVING IN HALLOWEEN TOWN WITH MY NEW BESTIE.”

Skully: “WE’RE BESTIES NOW!? YAY!”

Yuu and Skully run off after Jack, arm in arm, singing This is Halloween.

Idia: “This is it. This is how we die. Ortho, big brother is sorry… Book-Kun got me…”

[itzbbystefaniaaa]

[larabar]

putting him through it again

[yeloenk]

Do ya maybe have more doodles with day dream?

Also what about his brother

What is daydreams relationships with everyone?

heehe i have somethin better.... his ref sheet!! freshly remade!!!

oh yeah and nightmare too !!!

he and his stupid ass tentacles were too big so i had to seperate them...😭🙏

i actually haven't thought much about his multiverse relationships yet since i've been mainly focusing on somnibound's story! so the following may change in the future.

daydream has a lottt of relationships!! he's the guardian of positivity, after all ^_^

his closest friends are swap, core, cross, and probably a few others.

he stays away from error, since he's very unstable and dangerous

he has beef with ink because of the whole "wtf why do you see people as characters and why do you not care about them" thing 😭🙏 ink is completely fine with daydream tho

honestly, think of somnibound taking place in another multiverse instead of being an AU. in this one, somnibound replaces dreamtale lmao. so yeah💯💯

[rrodney99]

[7roaches]

posting my incorrect opinions @ night when nobody can see them

[ladyloveandjustice]

I mostly love season 3 of ATLA, but I wish we'd gotten like, one or two more episodes of seeing Zuko as a new member of the gaang. He got some individual time with everyone (except Toph so sad. But even then their relationship was pretty established), but it would have been fun to see the completed Gaang fight some random threat so we could see how Zuko would work with all of them.

Like bring back one of the season one villains- I vote the pirates (though I guess they wouldn't be a credible threat on their own, so team them up with idk the rough rhinos or some new one-off threat). since that would lead to the most fun callbacks.

-Toph would be really mad that they fought pirates and never told her. Then she would be bitterly disappointed that the pirates weren't as cool as she thought they would be. She'd also be floored to hear Katara stole from the pirates and be like "how could you not tell me you did something that cool! Why did you think you needed to pull a scam when you could have just told me that and impressed me!"

-Katara would insist that Zuko be tied to the tree and used as bait for the bad guys at one point and Zuko would comply out of guilt.

-Zuko would have to explain that Zhao hired the pirates to kill him and they nearly succeeded when they blew up his ship.

and Aang would be like "Oh THAT'S why you were all beat up. I always assumed Katara did that."

Sokka: Yeah, I was sure Katara just punched you in the face a bunch and slashed you with some icicles.

Katara: awwww you guys!

Zuko: Why are you so flattered by that?

-Hawky could return solely to fight the parrot while Momo looks on approvingly. And maybe bond with Zuko a bit in a callback to the pilot.

-Katara could steal something else from the pirates. Just for kicks. With Toph's enthusiastic support. Suki too. Girls supporting girls committing larceny.

-Zuko and Katara accidentally cancel out each other's attacks at one point during the melee and get into an immature argument Aang has to break up

-The pirates ask where Iroh is or mention him and Zuko gets all misty like

"you were right, Uncle...I couldn't see that my own ship had set sail...I even threw his pai sho tile away...just another sin on my list..."

"Zuko please focus"

Maybe it would have disrupted the tension, but I would have loved to see those shenanigans happen.

[the-selfinsert]

Dreamtale: A New Dream

So, a while back, I made this post. It was a concept for a potential Dreamtale Au or rewrite that I had drummed up. Now, almost two months later, I've got a more fleshed out version that I'd like to share with the world.

(Before I start, massive thanks to @mimorobo for help with this! You're great, and you've been a massive help!

Oh, and tiny note of clarification since some people seemed confused: These are not sanses. Dawn is an Asgore, Dusk is a Toriel, Day is an Asriel, and Night is a chara. Alright, thats all, bye! :D)

Long ago, living in the Dreamscape, there were two guardians. Dawn, and Dusk. Guardians of emotions, one positive, the other negative.

The guardians were beloved, among those who knew them. They were powerful, they were wise, they kept the balance between positive and negative, and peace was kept thanks to their efforts.

But for them, all was not well. Deep within them, a selfish desire began to stir. For centuries, they had witnessed time and again, alternate versions of themselves have what they themselves could not. A family.

They ignored it for a long, long time. They told themselves they were happy, that what they were doing was far too important. But eventually, it grew too much. And they gave in.

So channeling their powers, and creating a tie between them and their offspring, they created two new guardians, Day and Night.

For a time, all was well. The family was happy, and they thrived together. Dawn and Dusk taught the children about the world, about their powers, their responsibilities, and all the things they would need to know in life.

But, one day, their actions began to catch up to them. You see, Dawn and Dusk were incapable of creating entirely new beings. Their power was that of a god, and it would not so easily allow itself to be replicated. To circumvent this issue, Dawn and Dusk had funneled their own power into the children, thus creating no more, but rather instead moving it from one location to another.

They knew that one day, this meant that finally, their immortal lives would come to an end. They knew that when they created their children, and they accepted the consequences of that.

What they did not anticipate was its speed. Dawn and Dusk, in all their wisdom and understanding of their own powers had underestimated how quickly the process would occur. The unprecedented ritual could not have been entirely understood by them before they set out to do it.

And so, what they had anticipated to be decades upon decades of life for them to spend with their children, and more than enough time to teach and prepare them so that when they passed, the multiverse would be in good hands, shriveled to a mere 12 years.

So, at the age of 12, the children, not even teenagers, sat at their parents death bed, as the last of their strength flowed from them into their children.

So Day and Night were left as the guardians of all emotions, two grieving, unprepared children. And the problems began to amount quickly.

Almost immediately, the surreal world of the Dreamscape began to grow more restless and chaotic with their passing.

In their time, the Dreamscape had been calm, tame, never predictable, but almost always safe. The combination of their incredible control of their power, preventing too much of it from flowing into that world, and their balancing forces of positivity and negativity ensured it.

But when they passed, the power began to leak out of the children. They could not control it nearly as well as their parents had learned to over the centuries. Even if they had, their grief would have overwhelmed them. The sorrow of a god would not be so easily contained.

And so the Dreamscape grew more and more hostile, and the people within grew nervous.

Meanwhile, both the twins suffered.

Day was worked day in and day out, rushing to repair damage caused by and calm parts of the Dreamscape that threatened to harm those who were near, helping those in need, and often, being exploited for those powers which so few truly understood, much less their purpose. The boy felt he was being ground near to dust, never a moments rest for their beloved guardian.

Meanwhile, Night was despised. Many had already disliked them before the passing of their parents. They found them unnerving, strange, and considered them someone to be avoided. But when Dawn and Dusk died, that disdain turned to hate.

Their power flowed out of them uncontrollably, amplified by their grief where Day's were weakened by it, warping the Dreamscape into the more dangerous land it was becoming, and sometimes even hurting those to whom they had no ill will.

And the people despised them.

They blamed them for their problems, for how strange and unfamiliar the land was becoming. They shunned them, and Night was left with few sympathizers and fewer friends.

It all came to a head, when both children, tired, frightened, grieving, and angry, fought as they never had before, creating a rift between them that had never been there before.

And so, that night, both sat. And they thought.

They were so, so tired. They had lost everything, and yet they were expected to still keep going. They just wanted it to be over. They wanted somebody to give these people what they wanted. They didn't want this power, this horrible power that they couldn't control, that hurt people they cared about, that drove them to be worked like a dog, that put burdens on them they couldn't have possibly been prepared for, that power that had killed their parents.

They just

wanted to be

Done.

And so, each of them reached deep inside of themselves. And each thought that they would finally, finally be what everyone expected them to be.

Reaching in, grabbing hold of that divine part of themselves, the twins grabbed... and pulled. Each of them ripped from their own souls their divine nature, their power as gods, slowly, painfully. But they endured.

They pushed through, until finally, they were rid of it. And from this rejected power sprung two new beings.

Daydream and Nightmare.

Each imbued with the divine purpose of their respective power, and the intent of their creator, yet without the grounding influence of a mortal aspect.

Daydream and Nightmare each awoke with a purpose.

Daydream awoke, with an absolute certainty of what he needed to do. He had to spread positivity, he had to end people's suffering, he had to make the world as happy as he possibly could. And so, fashioning wings out of his power to carry the frail and weak body the divine aspect had meagerly cobbled together, a body which only survived because of the incredible amounts of power flowing from him at all times as a gift of the intent of his creation, he flew off to fulfill this goal.

Nightmare awoke. And then died.

Nightmare awoke to a body that was being burned and choked alive. Nightmare was being killed by their own power, a power far, far too massive to be held by the pathetic body that had been fashioned for them when they'd been separated from Night. And so it spewed out of them, destroying them. But the power would not allow itself to die so easily. It was immortal. It was a god.

And so, out of the power, the sludge that had destroyed their original form, they were granted a new form. One made entirely out of their divine power, with no mortal form to contain it.

And all the pain, all the horrible, horrible pain that they endured within their first moments of living, suddenly came with a solution. Their purpose. To be the monster that everyone had expected Night to be. To be what they wanted Night to be, the false belief that they hated them for. And Nightmare, in their newly awoken mind, as though just exiting the deep reaches of sleep and in their misery and pain, sprung upon the opportunity.

Both were created with a different intent, but both held one common, mirrored trait. Both were motivated by the divine power they were made of to

Spread positivity

Spread negativity

No matter what.

Without the grounding mortal part that Dawn and Dusk had, and that Day and Night still retained, they were left without anything to check this urge, to reign in this purpose and turn it into something rational. No, both of these corrupted guardians were determined to do what they knew they were made to do, no matter what, and no matter the cost.

Day and Night awoke to a burned and ruined home. A Dreamscape that was ruined and distorted in ways they had never seen. And the horrible knowledge that what had just happened was their fault.

And they'd given up the power to stop it.

[sunnydayaoe]

Brothers, despite everything :-]

[whimhaven]

life is strange inspired characters 🧚🏾‍♂️🫧🦋

[4-the-l0ve-0f-art]

"You were a daydream inside a nightmare."

Pairing: knight!Capitano x artist!Reader (gendered terms like Miss, Woman, etc. used, no anatomy described)

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Slow Romance, Alternative universe: no vision, Tragedy

Rating: General Audiences

Trigger Warnings: Depictions of Violence

Summary:

It was raining. Your eyes closed as he held your shivering body in his arms. Droplets landed on your face, your body feeling ice cold to his touch. Capitano watched, trembling, breathing heavily. “My love.” Capitano’s voice came out in a hoarse whisper. “No.. please, no.. stay with me, love, stay with me..” He watched as peace took over you. It felt like he just woke up from a daydream in the middle of a nightmare. Capitano’s world shattered into pieces in the blink of an eye. OR, An artist and a knight falling in love. The story of two separate worlds colliding.

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Chapter 1: Happenings in the Royal Palace

Sunlight shone through the palace halls. It was the start of a new day, and the aroma of freshly baked goods lingered near the dining halls. The palace was bustling with activity in the early hours of morning; maids running around hard at work to keep everything clean, the noise of pressure cookers and ingredients being listed out loud in kitchens, knights doing exercises in the fields.

And amidst it all was you, the freshy appointed palace painter, roaming around in halls which led to the.. servant quarters? Oh boy, you were lost. This was definitely not the dream gardenscape an artist such as you should’ve been standing in.

To be completely honest, you had no idea how you ended up here, in the middle of a hall busy with maids running around carrying unfathomable amounts of laundry and cleaning supplies in one go, making you wonder if they were really maids instead of knights. Their strength while lifting those carriers and boxes truly seemed to be on par with one.

“Excuse me, Miss, you don’t seem to be from around here.” A sweet voice from behind called out to you. “Are you lost?”

You turn around to see a young, brown haired girl dressed in a maid’s..no, a knight’s armour? ..Maid armour?

“Oh, I really am.. This place is huge. Would you mind showing me the way?”

She smiled and bowed elegantly. “Of course. My name is Nancy, maid of the Royal Knights of Khaenri’ah. Where would you like to go?”

Her gentle demeanor was truly welcoming. “I was supposed to paint a scene of the cavalry knights and their horses in training. Could you show me the way?” 

“Oh! You must be the palace painter. I heard there was a new hire. Please, follow me.” She gestured opposite towards the direction you were previously going in.

You talked as you walked next to her. “That’s me. I haven’t been in a place as big as this before, so it’s easy to get lost..”

“It is. If you need help navigating palace grounds, feel free to ask for help from me or any other caretaker around.”

She led you to an open field with horses being groomed and taken care of by their caretakers. Some were trotting around in the middle, following commands shouted out by knights mounted on them. There was a long set of stables surrounding the area.

“Thank you for your help, Nancy. I would’ve been stuck trying to find this place the whole day without you.” You smiled at her.

“Of course! You’re welcome. Please enjoy your time here.” She bowed again, and you waved as she walked out of sight.

-

You had recently scored the biggest commission of your life, and a time consuming but rewarding one at that. Your artworks had somehow reached the Royal Family’s eyes and they were thoroughly impressed, requesting you to paint mundane scenes from around the palace grounds to showcase in their royal halls. It was the greatest honor an artist could achieve in your kingdom and you would be a fool to say no. And that is how you ended up in the corner of a busy field full of trotting horses, shiny manes, and proud knights. Lot’s of beautiful greenery too, of course.

You decided to set up your easel and painting supplies here for the day. By some unknown miracle, your commissioners were generous enough to give you as much time as you need to create as many beautiful paintings as possible, something about “Time and patience is the true essence required to create extraordinary art.”, and you were keen on spending that time wisely.

For your first day, you decided that cavalry knights, the pride and joy of the Royal Guards of your kingdom, would be a good start. And so, here you were, trying to decide on the best angle of the field and subjects within. You studied your surroundings after setting down your supplies.

Boundless beauty was waiting to be recreated on a canvas by you.

-

Somewhere on the other side of the Grand Palace was a man dressed in black armour from head to toe, knight’s mask covering his face, and adorning a cloak with the finest fur and dragon scale design on it. An expensive choice in fashion indeed. He watched as his platoon got ready to engage in combat of various types, studying their form and technique with excruciating focus.

A knight from a nearby group called out to him, looking with respect and admiration in his eyes. “Captain, I request a friendly duel with you. Everyone here is eager to witness you in action and I would be honoured to start the day learning more directly from you.”

Capitano glanced at the rest of the group. They seemed to be waiting for his reply. He thought it over for a moment. It would be a good opportunity for his soldiers to go all out in training.

He nodded. “Very well, then. It would be best if you tried to keep up.” 

His cloak landed in the hands of a maid nearby, her balance wavering slightly from the unexpected weight of metal ornaments and fur. She stared at the scene unfolding before her, eager to witness The Captain in action like the rest of the group.

He unsheathed his sword and stepped into the middle of the field. 

A long day of training was awaiting them.

-

It was lunchtime by the time you were halfway through your painting. Your back was aching from painting for too long and rats were running around in your stomach, committing hunger warfare. It was time for a break.

The horses were back in their stables for mealtime and the field was isolated aside from the occasional sweeper. It seemed like everyone had decided they didn’t have time to bask in the autumn breeze, instead opting to stay indoors.

You, on the other hand, had decidedly packed your lunch in advance and were now ready to roam the gardens in search of a scenic picnic spot. An opportunity to enjoy a lovely meal, and scout for more scenes worth painting. A peaceful day like this was rare and you were going to make the most of it while you could. 

You cleared away your supplies and put them aside in a corner to come back to after your meal. 

Walking through a long hallway, lunchbox in hand, you were ready to conquer the beauty of this extravagant palace with your eyes.. Until you heard some sort of sounds from a pathway on your right. As you got closer to the end of the pathway, the clashing of metal against metal became clearer, and a huge field with a crowd of knights huddled together came into sight.

They were cheering quite loudly.

“What a powerful blow! No one could match our Captain in combat.” 

Someone loudly gasped. “How is Commander Guthred not knocked out yet?!”

“Can’t believe he’s already defeated so many of us, man. It’s been a few hours already and he’s still not showing any signs of tiring out.” “This has to be the best training day. Getting to watch him in action happens once in a blue moon.”

“Hush now, you’re distracting me!”

Curiosity took over you. Wanting to see what everyone was ogling at, you made your way to a side of the field where the knights weren’t blocking the view. And what you saw in front of you took your breath away.

A tall man covered head to toe in armour, chains attached to his belt clanking around and long black hair swaying in the wind, dealing quick blows with his sword towards a knight in a defending position. Swords clash and cheers rang around.

The only way to describe him was mysterious, skilled. The embodiment of strength.

And immensely attractive.

[brunettesparklejumpropequeen]

Why can’t I js temporary be dead

[froagles]

Not dead!!

Working on how I draw bats and the new Nightmare Critters song that released was PEAK! I really like Mango’s design, so much better than my Rabie swap design oml, though lowkey I like my Simon swap better so I kind of mixed them together also Baba’s swap’s voice startled me I’m going to be so honest

But yes! Here are my designs for the two new Day Dream Critters! Again minus Baba’s and a “sneak peak” on Rabie’s new design!

Commissions are still open if anyone is interested! Hit me up!

[ayrabr]

' si vienes a que me quite de tu lugar, pierdes el tiempo, vete a otro si te molesta. ' le cuenta a la persona que nota que se acerca, volteando a ver quien era mientras que una de sus manos se encarga de acomodar su propio cabello antes de tomar un bocadillo del platillo lleno de estos que tenía frente a ella en la mesa. ' ¿sabes qué tan tonto es no poder beber? ridículo. ' se queja, llevándose a la boca el bocadillo, claramente enojada por lo que le tocaba vivir, con tanto estrés por todos lados. acusaciones de manipulación de medios, explotación laboral, caos en casa, nada de respuestas, caldwell decidiendo meter gente desconocida, además de otros desastres personales... y aún así su padre la quería preparándose para dar unas entrevistas en línea. un chiste.