Some Dustmare for your day!
Nightmare belongs to Jokublog
Dust belongs to Ask Dusttale
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Dustmare angst and fluff because I can. Bad Guys poly implied
-big old warning for Dust having hallucinations, not taking care of himself, slight suggestive themes. Nightmare being obsessive and Nightmare hypnotizing Dust.
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Dust could feel it inside him... Under the top layer of bones, moving. He kept repeating it wasn't real, but it felt so real... He sobbed as he held his legs to his chest, desperately trying to pull his hood up even though he knew his hoodie was in the wash.
He wanted to rip off the top layer of bones and find the thing inside him. His chest felt tight and his soul pounding. His summoned ecto glinting softly... Nightmare said he liked his ecto and wanted Dust to have it always...
Dust started to pick at his thigh, digging his finger into one of the old brun marks, trying to rip away the ecto to get to what was inside him. He could hear his old, now dead, friends laughing at him.
"Dear, what are you doing?" He heard a ghostly whisper that cut through the rest. He snapped to look, only to see no one. When he looks back, there was his boss's teal eye, his clawed hands on Dust's thighs. Dust shook under the stare.
Nightmare smiled and leaned close. "Do you need some help my Dusty? I would love to help."
Dust shook but nodded, tears flowing. "...make it stop...." He got out, his stutter worse.
Nightmare nodded and cupped Dust's face. "...listen to my voice, give in, give me your mind dear."
Dust felt his mind give in. He couldn't think, only sit for Nightmare. He didn't feel it in his skin anymore as Nightmare picked him up.
Nightmare sat Dust on the bed, taking off his shirt then Dust's binder. He pulled off his own shirt to put on Dust then went to get the hoodie.
When he came back, Dust was still just there, not thinking. Nightmare put the hoodie on Dust, purring. He tipped Dust's face to him, running his hands up into Dust's hoodie and tracing each scar. He could map out all of their bodies with just his fingers. "Tired dear? Of course you are."
He didn't give Dust a choice as he laid back, pulling Dust down with him and rubbing his back. "Sleep." He ordered, humming. "Sleep, and when you wake, it will be all better and you can have your mind back."
Dust didn't think twice as he fell asleep in Nightmare's chest. He liked cuddling Nightmare in bed... Even if... It wasn't a bed... Even if it was a hallucination Nightmare made so Dust didn't mind being in Nightmare's realm of darkness, laying on Nightmare's chest who was glowing in the sea of black.
Dust felt comfortable, safe and cared for in Nightmare's grip.
Nightmare was his boss...
His king...
His god...
His lover...
His master...
His mind...
His body...
His soul...
His savor...
Dust was Nightmare's prized possession, as was Horror and Cross and Killer and Error...
And he was happy like that.
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If there are any mistakes tell me, I love to hear what people have to say!
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Your dada is holding ur hand 🤲
I don't normally include error and cross in the bad sanses posts but because some of u simp for them too so why not add em :))
Nightmare belongs Jokublog
Killer belongs to RahafWabas
Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale
Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios
Error belongs to CrayonQueen
Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork
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Thank you so much @aoi-kanna for letting me commission you for this absolutely lovely art peice for my story!!! I have always loved your leviathantale art so this has brought me great of joy.
Thank you!!!
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Gaurdian's of the Deep
Your grandmother had always told you stories of The Guardians and their servants, great beings of untold power that protected your island. They used to be everything to your people. Now, with every fallen elder and new face coming in, they faded to nothing. But you knew. Your grandmother made sure you'd know. You had to honor those memories and old gods. Give one last prayer before the mainland took everything. It was the least you could do.
After all, if you honor, thank, and give; one day, something might just be given back...
One life, for the eternity of another.
Grand Master Post
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