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you can’t speak to Rem that way! Moltendreams!AU @.me og dreamtale @.jokublog notes under cut.

 the swans are a reference to a Brothers Grimm fairytale “The Six Swans” a story about a king who remarries after the death of his wife. the new queen secretly mistreats his children and turns his six sons into swans. his daughter escapes this fate but in order to save her brothers, she must not speak or laugh for six years. in other versions of the story, she must also weave a shirt out of nettle grass for each brother.

**edit as of March 2024, after letting this thing live in my drafts for ages: this art is 2 years old! what the hell

#moltendreams!au #dream!sans #nightmare!sans #passive!nightmare #passive nightmare sans #dream sans #nightmare sans #ut #undertale au #utmv #Underverse #babybones #baby bones #dream #nightmare #molten!dream #dreamtale AU #rem!nightmare #Moltendreams!nightmare #my art

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Been meaning to animate something for practice and then saw @orbital-inclination new post of Molt and Rem having a snowball fight. Just the rough keys right now, might add a few more. hehe so silly. Killer getting sacrificed. R.I.P. Killer

Molt and Rem - @orbital-inclination

Nightmare and Dream - @jokublog

Killer - @rahafwabas

#undertale #undertale au #undertale fanart #rem!nightmare #moltendreams!au #moltendreams!nightmare #dreamtale brothers #killer sans #sketch #keyframe #animation #animation rough

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Hello zu, I just wanted to ask a question. I’m going to start doing project and I wanted to know if you could think of 3 dream sans aus who would look nice as like a high school group like the plastics from mean girls or the heathers, from heathers.

Hope you have a nice day :)

Hii Scizzors!╰(*´︶`*)╯

Oh, depends on how you want to depict him (them)... There are so many versions of Dream! ★

Bright!Dream by @/dawndream-yume

Cow!Dream by @/help-im-a-gay-fish

Dairus (re:coded Dream) by @/oxydation

Delusion by @/a-v-j

Dreamswap by @/onebizarrekai

Faith / Falsified!Dream by @/ask-falsified-delusions

Flower!Dream by @/0mochi0

Horror!Dream by art_artemiza

Mesmer by @/glitchysquidd

OSD!Dream by @/calcium-cat

Pandoran from Dreamfell by @/galacii-gallery

Reset!Dream by @/pzyvengeance

Reverie by @/stankychee

Swapdream by @/song-song-a & @/litemong

As well as "dark" / "partial" ones:

Agony (Corrupted!Dream) by @/loyneavii

Astral (Dream & Nightmare fusion) by @/slimesomniac

Lemon Shattered Dream by @/zyebana

Lucid (Dream & Nightmare fusion) by @/andrew-imposter @/lucasino-a

Meraki / Aki (Dream & Ink fusion) by @/scribblehuman

MoltenDream by @/orbital-inclination

Monarch by @/wishingstarinajar

Negative by Sariko (drawn by @/angstyhikka)

Shattered Dream by @/shattereddreamsau

Shattered Dreamswap by @/allunary

So feel free to study and choose! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)♪ Good luck working on the project and have a nice day too <3

UPD:

OH thank you for clarifying! *^*

#updated #ask #dream!sans #I'm sure it's not the full list yet :'D

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when you finally convince him to join your snowball fight. There is NOTHING behind his back!

Accompanying piece to this. Rem @ mine

#rem!nightmare #moltendreams!au #passive nightmare #nigthmare sans #moltendreams!nightmare #nightmare!sans #utmv #utmv au #Dreamtale au #my art

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🦈 the boys are scheming

Ramble under cut!

Killer: based on the Black-tipped Reef Shark and a Thrasher Shark. His tail is long and whip like but you can’t appreciate it’s length bc it’s out of frame. He uses it to give his prey a concussion.

Horror: is a whale shark because he is a big softie, a gentle giant. I can only have so many octopi, and next to a shark of some kind that’s my second choice for him.

Dust: manta ray. My logic behind this choice works like this; hoodie = soft + covers you = blanket. Blanket + fish = stingray. Manta Rays don’t have stingers. But I gave Dust one anyway.

Dream/Molt: I was torn between a classic fish tail for him or something with tentacles. So I drew three forms for him. his designs are loosely inspired by cuttlefish and a specific killifish I’ve lost the name of.

Because Molt’s goop is tied to his role as a Guardian of Positivity of the multiverse, I was torn about whether not his mer-form should be goopy. I’m still indecisive about this.

If we went with his cuttlefish form, just like real cuttlefish he would be able change the color and texture of his body and tentacles. He can’t change the color of his bones or magic, of course.

This also one of the few AUs that you get to see the damage done to his ribcage. If only bc he doesn’t have three layers of fabric to hide it.

Regardless of the kind of mer-skele, Molt steers clear of deep open water. The scars across his ribs are a literal beacon in the dark, as his magic glows, and are just as likely to attract a predator as they are to attract curious small fish. As dusk falls, Molt hides himself away in caves and crevices in the reef or cliffs. He is a day time hunter by choice, but his brother still prefers to hunt at night.

Nightmare/Rem: i had two ideas for Rem, Octopus or Orca. Orca, because of the general importance that family plays in their social dynamic. And Octopus for classic fandom interpretation reasons.

If we are using the octopus type mer for Rem; like his brother, he can change the pattern and color of his body but not his bones or magic. Though he can change his color to almost any hue he wants, he prefers dark colors.

The dark markings on his bones may or may not be natural, and may or may not be caused by the same incident that nearly shattered his brother’s bones. :)

#mermay #the bad sanses #nightmare’s gang #utmv #utmv au #molten!dream #moltendreams!au #moltendreams!nightmare #nightmare!sans #rem!nightmare #dream!sans #nightmare sans #killer sans #dust sans #horror sans #dreamtale au #my art

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✨ Stardust 💫

A thank you gift for Somebody on Ko-fi!

#moltendreams!au #dream!sans #molten!dream #dreamtale au #utmv au #utmv #undertale #undertale au #my art

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Masterpost

Nightmare & Dream @.Jokublog

Molt & Rem @.me

Ink @.comyet

#moltendreams!au #molten!dream #rem!nightmare #moltendreams!nightmare #nightmare!sans #dream!sans #dreamtale au #utmv au #ink!sans #us!sans #passive!nightmare #passive nightmare sans #the star sanses #my art #long post

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He can’t aim for shit but my god will he try. Try not to laugh scream or squeal or you might accidentally give him an accuracy stat boost.

MoltenDreams/Molt @ me

#moltendreams!au #molten!dream #dream!sans #dream sans #dreamtale au #utmv au #utmv #undertale multiverse #snow #snow! #my art

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Tentative icon change!

#my art #molten!dream #breaking my own 'how to draw goop' rules #no ur not supposed to see his eyes but the sketch looked nice #moltendreams!au

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"So, Rem. How's that 'I've been kidnapped thing' going?" Rem, through gritted teeth: it's going fine. <- Prev - Next -> Molt's side of it. Nightmare!sans @/Jokublog Rem @/me

#nightmare!sans #nightmare sans #passive!nightmare #passive nightmare sans #utmv au #rem!nightmare #moltendreams!nightmare #moltendreams!au #but its also an au of that au #my art #i am so sorry this took so long #undertale comic

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I requested more of the scenario Molt meeting og nightmare

I'm sorry for the wait anon! For a change of pace, you get a one-shot this time! word count: 3411 general content warning for canon typical violence and angst.

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Something grainy, like gravel and sand, crunched under the soles of his boots as he shuffled back a step. One looping tendril made contact with a roughly cut boulder behind him. The height of the stone reached his hip. Clumsily, he ran his phalanges along its surface. He stepped around it and stopped once he stood on the south side, uncertain of how to proceed from there.

It was rare that he found himself in a space so wide open without someone nearby. He’d like to think he was better at navigating now than he had been when he was younger. Yet, regardless of how much time passed, he could never seem to quite outgrow the sudden spike of anxiety he felt whenever he entered a space that seemed... empty.

 He didn’t know what he was walking towards or away from. He could be approaching a canyon for all he knew.

A steady, lonely wind howled above him. It caught the tail of his tunic and the fabric slapped against his side. Something rustled in the distance. 

The wind turned cold. 

Ley lines of magic, negative and positive, wrapped around this world in a vast net of ever-shifting ripe tides. Instinct had directed him to follow the nearest positive swell but now he felt it move again. Bending as though to make way. Just as suddenly as the air had turned cold, a well opened up, and negativity cascaded down the pit and condensed into a single point of black frost. 

A shiver ran down his spine. “Nightmare…?”

Something about Rem’s magic didn’t feel right—

“How unlike you to make the first move. Was it not enough for you to…” his brother’s voice trailed off. “You are not my brother.” 

No... no he was not. Rem’s magic felt cold, but not this cold. Though, the undercurrent of bitterness was painfully familiar. 

“… the sentiment is mutual,” Molt murmured. He steadied himself on the boulder behind him. Silently, he tried to gauge the other’s intent.

An air of suspicion and curiosity rolled underneath the cold. He had the sense he was also being appraised.

“And yet, you are Dream.”

He did not sound—did not feel happy about that.

“If it were not impossible, I would wager you were from a divergent timeline.”

“Our world had only one timeline,” Molt confirmed cautiously. His voice remained low. “… it’s tied to the multiverse itself. No resets. Just the one.”

“Ah, so you are informed,” his brother's voice mocked. “Your presence here suggests a paradox, then. For all my searching, I have never met another iteration of us who could breach the confines of their AU on their own. It seemed there was some law restricting the role of Guardian to Two.”

He nodded because that more or less described the situation back home. With a renewed sense of scrutiny, Nightmare said, “Can I assume then, that instead of your brother, you were the one who bit the apple?”

And Molt stalled. The question was so direct. It felt a bit like a verbal slap to the face. 

Nightmare hummed. “I see. That expression you’re making... It makes sense for my alternative self to have other motives if you are like this yourself.” He heard the grin in his tone, even if he could not see it. “Tell me, Dream. What do you say to adding to that collection of yours?” He— he couldn’t be serious. 

“In this multiverse, you have the opportunity to increase your power. If you collect the last apple from my brother, perhaps we can reach an agreement.”

His mouth felt suddenly dry. He had to consciously still his tentacles to keep them from lashing defensively.

“You… you want me to kill my counterpart.”

He struggled to wrap his mind around that. Less so the threat itself and more so that it was Nightmare who was asking him to do it. He felt sick.

His brother’s alternate rumbled a low laugh. “It would not be difficult for you. You dwarf him in raw power. I’m confident you could easily subdue him... Ah, but I see I cannot convince you. The thought distresses you. A pity.”

Gravel and sand crunched underfoot. The sound came quietly. “ … hmm just as I thought, you are blind.”

“...what are you doing?” 

Nightmare was amused by the question. Dread washed over him. Nightmare had been speaking to him civilly until that point, and while this mirror of his brother gave off an ambient feeling of danger, he had not taken the feeling as seriously as he should have. 

“I am considering what to do with you. Since it seems you are reluctant to cooperate. But you would be of a dull mind not to suspect that already. If you are anything like the thorn I have in my side now, I’m sure you will quickly surmise why I simply cannot let your existence go unchecked.” 

Molt slowly shuffled a step back. 

“… where do you think you will escape to? Are you even aware of what is behind you?”

Molt froze.

He sensed no one behind him but— the subtle rustle of fabric. A step was taken closer and it dawned on him that Nightmare had been trying to distract him.

Molt’s hearing was keen. It had to be. He learned to rely on it when sensing nearby emotions, and the flow of positive and negative wasn’t enough. But his haptic memory was better, and with one tentacle brushing against the boulder behind him, he knew which side he stood on and which direction he originally came from. 

He darted around the boulder, squarely placing it between himself and Nightmare. His brother’s alternate self stood still, contemplative and mildly surprised. 

“Hm. You cannot see, and yet you are able to pinpoint my position. Interesting.” 

Molt didn’t feel like providing a reply.

Nightmare didn’t move for a width of time that felt like years. And then, he vanished. The cold sucked out of the air in a blip of distorted space-time.

Alarm seized him. Given no time to think, he picked direction and distance at random and took a shortcut through. As he felt his bones materialize in reality again, a dense frame of cold magic solidified where he had stood seconds prior.

Displeasure radiated off of Nightmare in waves. “Come now. Don’t run. It’s unbecoming. We can discuss the terms of your departure from this world with maturity.”

Molt shivered. “Don’t. I would return to my reality if I knew how.”

“Then allow me to assist you,” Nightmare said, and the malice in his words sent needles crawling up his spine. He vanished again in a wash of cold. Molt leaped back, grasping at the nearest tide of positivity to carry him away.

He found his feet again on the sand. The sudden incline made him stumble. The seconds it took to catch his balance nearly cost him. A frustrated growl and the sensation of ice to his right was the only warning he had before a sharp object whistled past his skull. He teleported again and Nightmare followed. 

“Enough! Cease this childishness.” The burning cold struck his side. Molt tumbled to the ground. He rolled, gasping in pain, and launched himself to the side. “Stop! I don’t want to fight you.” A loud crack sounded where he’d just been. Gravel pelted his arm. 

“Then what happens next is your own fault,” His brother’s voice snarled.

He took another shortcut. Aiming north of the dense vortex of cold desperately trying to put some distance between himself and his brother’s counterpart. He needed that distance to escape this AU. If he attempted the jump too close to Nightmare he might unintentionally drag him along, or Nightmare would be able to sense where he went and this fight would never end. The temperature plummeted. In a split second, a cold tendril snapped around his middle. And then he was flung. His body hit the ground once, twice, and his skull was knocked against something hard. 

A hiss shuddered through his ribcage. Molt clenched his teeth as the world spun, attempting to swallow back the sound. 

“You brought this on yourself, Dream.” 

Gravel and sand crunched at a steady pace. Malice approached slowly. 

He struggled to push himself upright. The ground beneath him swayed dangerously. His tendrils lashed, writhing in defense of their host. But the ground beneath him lurched, his arms buckled, and the ground swung up to meet the side of his skull again. 

His soul pulsed so fast and hard in his chest, he thought he was going to be sick. 

“Poetic, isn’t it? I wonder... did the same desperation drive you?”

Cold wrapped around him and slammed his back into a hard, stone wall. 

Claws dug into his jaw, roughly pinning his skull to the stone slab behind him. A strained hiss tore from his bared teeth. He found the strength to wrestle one arm free and dug his claws into the wrist pinning his head down. Nightmare’s strength didn’t waver, but an involuntary noise rattled through him, a jolt that was close enough to a flinch to be nothing else. 

Faintly, Molt felt the phantom echo of a hot brand race up Nightmare’s arm, starting from where his claws dug into his wrist.

“W-why are you doing this? I am not from your timeline, so why?”

“The distinction is irrelevant,” the grip on his jaw tightened. “This fate, it’s the least you deserve. For everything you put me through. For every day I was left to defend myself while you selfishly basked in undeserved praise.” 

Exhaustion crept into his limbs. He felt weaker and heavier by the second.

“Would you have always resented me?” Molt gasped out. “If things had been different... If our lives had been better—”

Nightmare barked out a bitter laugh. “Even as you are now, you are naive. No. I cannot imagine a world where I did not hate you. For us, no other outcome was possible.” Molt flinched. “... you doubt me? Do you actually believe my alternate self doesn’t resent you?” 

The knife in his heart gave a sharp lurch. It would make sense... wouldn’t it. For all he hadn’t done, who wouldn’t resent him? 

“N-Night...”

“You neglected your responsibilities, Dream. You were selfish. I’ve always wondered if you had known what I stood to lose that day. If you had known what they had planned to do—” “Nightmare!” Molt snapped. He was terrified, his soul shook, and he was painfully cold. “That was my home too!” Something snapped. He felt the abrupt, quaking shift in Nightmare’s demeanor. Rage colored all rational thought. Molt didn’t know what he intended to do and he didn’t have time to think about it. That rage solidified into a single, sharp tool. Malice soaked the thing so vividly, he could almost see it. A serrated bone dagger.

Molt jerked his head to the side, the claws on his jaw slipped, and something sharp and blisteringly cold scraped the side of his skull.

He might have blacked out for a few seconds. He couldn’t be sure. One moment, his vision was black. Then it was white. He’d yanked a tentacle free in the next. A resounding crack thundered through the stone lab behind him. Nightmare’s grip on his head slipped, caught off guard. Molt kicked his shin, and as Nightmare staggered, snarling, he flash-stepped out of immediate reach. 

A safe distance away he sank to the ground. 

Head swimming, he lifted a shaky hand to the side of his skull. He felt bone. The dry, clean surface of a malar bone. The muddy, blurred shape of his palm swam in and out of focus. 

Nightmare stood very still for a long moment. His emotions felt stunted and Molt could not identify the feeling that had rendered him so still. Moments ago, Nightmare had been content to hurt him in every possible way.

“Get up,” Nightmare said. And he couldn’t identify the emotion behind that command either. It felt like anger but brittle. “I said get up!”

A tremble racked through his body. He felt a forbidden spark of anger ignite in his throat and shakily rose to his feet.

As he slowly lifted his gaze, palm still pressed to the side of his skull, he saw black tar and went still. 

It was one thing to guess the shape of the magic that had tossed him around the field like a rag doll, but it was another thing entirely, to see it.

The ground felt like it was tilting. Nightmare was taking too long to respond. And though he hid it well, he was clearly in pain. Head swimming. Pounding. Red-hot needles. Nausea pricked through his brother’s bones.

Nightmare took one step closer. Molt flinched back, and a bitter smile crawled over his brother’s teeth—

“NOT SO FAST!”

A sharp ping. His vision was eclipsed in hazy blue. Before Molt could blink, he found himself yanked to the side, several feet away.

He was released, gently at that, and stumbled once as gravity resumed its normal weight. The world erupted in a cacophony of noise. With color and light sloshing together, it was difficult to make out shape and form, but the stirring magic immediately in front of him was familiar.

“Blue?” Molt whispered, but like Nightmare his magic felt just slightly off. The hope in his soul withered. He was surrounded by strangers.

“MWEH HEH HEH FEAR NOT STRANGE INTERDIMENSIONAL CITIZEN! WE ARE HERE TO SAVE THE DAY. NIGHTMARE! YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS!”

Whatever his brother’s mirror said in reply it was drowned out by noise.

“Wait.”

But his voice was too low. Too quiet. And his plea went ignored.

Too much happened at once after that. The Swap Sans launched himself into the fight. Light. Movement. A flash of white. Bones summoned then shattered by the furious sweep of a black arm. Nightmare’s strength was weakening. The balance had tipped. And battling three by himself? Nightmare couldn’t keep this up for much longer.

Most of the fight happened too fast for his barely stable eyelight to track.

So he did what he always did when the world around him became too chaotic to follow. He reached for the cold pitch of his brother’s magic. 

He followed the current of cold as it funneled into a singular point. Pushed back, and back again by a burning white star. Hope. Concentration. Concern for the other, yet the courage to see his actions through to the end. The familiarity of the magic here was disconcerting. But his head already ached something awful and he didn't think his nausea could get much worse. The phantom lashes he’d endured at Nightmare’s hand still burned. But... Nightmare. He felt his twin’s exhaustion, felt the unsteady slip to his heel, and his alternate was closing in now and—

The shortcut was rough. Poorly executed. And finding his balance on the balls of his feet was not fun. He raised his arm defensively, anticipating the attack seconds before, and found his hand closing around the pole of a golden staff. It smacked into his palm with a solid clank. It hurt only a little bit. His own magic absorbed the brunt of the blow to feed itself. To lessen some of his own pain. And staring into the wide eyes of his own face was... 

Dizzying. 

Everything was dizzying. 

That startled look melted into one of fear, and it didn’t make sense. His own rib cage hitched, sharing that fear second hand and then it dawned on him how this might look. Oh. He thought. …oh.

He released his counterpart's weapon and yanked his hand back. The other skeleton flash stepped out of reach, his soul pulsing with the rhythm of a terrified rabbit.

Within the pool of frigid cold at his back, he felt a spark of something that felt suspiciously like gratitude. Nightmare struggled to stand for a moment, winded, then laughed. The sound was not pleasant. “Recklessness must be a universal trait.”

“That’s enough,” Molt rasped. “Please. Just stop…”

“You should have taken my offer when you had the chance,” Nightmare sneered, words bitting. But more than anything, they felt defensive. The darkness pinched into a small, black star, and then he was gone.

“I SEE. WAS I MISTAKEN THEN? ARE YOU AND NIGHTMARE ALLIES?” Blue had taken a defensive stance beside his teammate. His weapon was drawn, but he didn’t move yet. His soul hummed with grim focus. The suspicion hurt. 

Molt struggled to speak for several precious seconds. Unsettled. He was reeling from the fight, from everything he had learned about this reality and the cruelty of his brother's words and actions and he was trying ever so hard not to let a tremble snake its way into his voice. It was very hard... to hear someone say those awful things in Rem’s voice.

He shook his head and said softly. “We aren’t.”

Blue’s brow furrowed. “THEN, WHY DID YOU DEFEND HIM? 

The words ‘because he is my brother?’ were on the edge of his teeth but the hostile edge to Blue’s magic and tone made him pause. It was less a question and more of an accusation. And that answer wouldn’t have been exactly true besides. 

The tendril on his back coiled defensively. 

He hadn’t stopped to think before he leapt in front of Nightmare. It hadn’t been a “should I or shouldn’t I” situation in his mind. In that moment he was unable to look past the pain and hurt his brother’s mirror was experiencing. In that moment, the distinction didn’t matter. He had to put a stop to it, that’s all. He couldn’t fight his brother. In any form he took. He just couldn’t do it. It reminded him of too much. And he couldn’t stand to watch that either. 

But how could he possibly explain that? 

A step behind his teammate, Dream was trying to calm down. Blue’s presence helped but he was struggling. Molt took a step back. He was causing someone pain and distress. He didn’t want that. Blue’s stance shifted. Bracing.

That felt like betrayal too. Molt swallowed something bitter behind his teeth and tried not to think of it that way. Ignored that small part of him that hissed and felt a little bit angry. It didn’t make sense. He knew the person in front of him wasn’t his friend.

“FRIEND, I WANT TO GIVE YOU THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT BUT... YOU ARE ACTING SUSPICIOUSLY.”

“I’ll leave,” Molt said. His head was pounding, and the last thing he wanted was to be dragged into another fight. “Wait...” Dream took a breath. “You’re hurt. Stay for a minute, let’s talk.” “DREAM IS RIGHT, POTENTIAL ENEMY OR NOT, IT WOULDN’T BE RIGHT TO LEAVE YOU THIS WAY. NOT TO FEAR HOWEVER, I AM ALWAYS PREPARED!” “It’s okay. I don’t need candy,” Molt said and felt vaguely like he was reading the lines of a script. If Rem or any of the others were here, they’d be calling his bluff. “Then, what do you need?”

“Somewhere calm, with hope. That’s all.”

The two exchanged a look. Surprise, suspicion, resignation, dread. “I SEE. SO YOU ARE LIKE DREAM THEN. BUT SURELY THAT'S NOT ENOUGH. I... I CANNOT SEEM TO CHECK YOU FOR SOME REASON, BUT YOU DO NOT LOOK WELL.”

Blue seemed to ask to Dream something silently. Concern. Suspicion. Acceptance. Dream sighed. “I know somewhere. It’ll be okay. We’ll be keeping an eye on him together, right? The place I’m thinking of is isolated so...”

“IT’S SETTLED THEN.” he finally dismissed his weapon, and Molt felt the tendrils on his back slowly lower. “SO THEN, NEW FRIEND, WHAT DO YOU SAY TO A TRUCE? WILL YOU COME WITH US?”

He gauged their intent for a moment. Rem had sometimes remarked that his empathy made him gullible. But Molt was tired, and sore, and aching. The others weren’t here. And he let them make decisions for him too much anyway. He hated to admit it but Nightmare was right. Dream wasn’t a physical threat to him. He was scared and trying so hard to be brave, and Molt was trying equally hard not to feel rattled.

“Okay,” he said.

Blue made a noise, something between acknowledgment and mild confusion. Dream offered a strained smile. He supposed they had a lot of questions.

#orbital chatter #moltendreams!au #molten!dream #nightmare!sans #nightmare sans #OG Nightmare meeting Molten!Dream situation but its longer #it doesnt go well #ink arriving late w/ starbucks: so what did i miss? #everyone is gone #ink: wow so alot #one shot

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Molt gets separated from the group and has a bad day. Moltendreams!AU @.me og dreamtale @.jokublog killer @.Rahafwabas   Next >> ramble under cut!

Or, If you were to apply a visual filter to the way Molten!Dream senses those around him, through the emotion they are experiencing, it would look something like this.

In this au, neither Nightmare or Dream had the ability to feel the emotions of those around them until AFTER the apple incident. Molt can sense and vaguely pinpoint people by the emotion they are experiencing. it’s not enough to identify individuals at a distance but he can recognize you if you are close enough/or express a familiar reaction pattern. 

Molt will always recognize his brother. 

Because he is surrounded by a layer of gooey positivity all the time, negativity sticks out to him more.

if the AU is overwhelmingly positivity and the inhabitants are happy, they will be completely indistinguishable from the background to Molt. (its like trying to find a polar bear in a snowstorm)

the reverse is true for negativity. Molt will more easily loose track of his brother in a place that is harshly negative. 

Molt cannot sense souls, just what the soul is feeling. Theorically, if you are content enough and not feeling any strong way, you could make yourself “invisible” to him.

When Molt is blind, he cannot sense Ink at all.

Same goes for Fresh (assuming your Fresh is emotionless)

Killer appears red in our filter, because his soul is full of anger and self loathing. It waxes orange because his gut reaction to Molt is joy-friend-platonic-affection.

Fun fact! It took me took me a mouth to finish this!1

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a massive post for an AU that has been living rent free in my brain while i procrastinate... this au does not have an official name yet.

*EDIT: I’ve finally named the AU! this AU is called: Moltendreams. original dreamtale @.jokublog general concepts under cut~ warning. its long.

AU in which, the apple incident happens very differently. Dream is corrupted instead of his brother by a different sort of curse and Nightmare is not turned to stone. Prior to this, the AU is similar to dreamtale. Nightmare is bullied, Dream is beloved by the village but events conspire out of their control and turn the villagers against Nightmare. 

Nightmare travels with Dream throughout the multiverse on a search for a cure that might not exist, racked with guilt for something he firmly believes is his fault. He will do anything to fix the worst mistake he ever made.  

Dream still embodies the positivity in the multiverse, but now represents the corruption of it. Dream’s goop is gold because it is brimming with potent positivity. it glows brilliantly in the dark and chases away all but the deepest shadows. in small doses, Dream's goop is not dangerous, a single drop can even be good for you, but prolonged exposure or a big enough dose can put you in an aggressive trance like state. turning a mild interest into a dangerous obsession. contentment into apathy. indulgence into excess. (a resistance can be build up to it but Nightmare must be present to start the process)

where-ever they go, Nightmare must balance out Dream’s influence, leading to a sometimes warped perception of the pair’s intent.

Dream’s core personality is not affected. he is still kind person who cares deeply for others. however, the incident which led to his corruption has left him traumatized and more reserved than his dreamtale counterpart. Dream is terrified of his own power. Nightmare wields negativity in the form of a sword. a reference sheet for Nightmare’s design is pending

More about the Goop

Dream glows from the inside out.

the goop grows darker the farther away it is from his center of mass.

it has the consistency of molten gold but behaves with the fluidness and speed of water.

flows upward in brazen defiance of gravity

as Dream grows more powerful, the goop gradually blinds him. 

if Nightmare spreads enough negativity, his brother regains his sight

#dream!Sans #nightmare!sans #nightmare sans #dream sans #undertale au #Underverse #utmv #utmv oc #undertale oc #undertale multiverse #ut #dreamtale #dreamtale au #au sans #passive nightmare sans #passive!nightmare #nightmare #dreams #my art #moltendreams!au

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if molt and rem met dream and nightmare, how'd you think itd go?

Largely depends on who met who first. either way tho, capital D Drama.

#moltendreams!au #molten!dream #nightmare!sans #passive!nightmare #dreamtale au #dream!sans #my art #orbital chatter #this is not a canon interaction btw #DAXUFHAGfthfxa I know I said I would not be DEPICTING two separate pairs of the twins in the same multiverse #but past me was dumb #this ask struck me over the head with the muse stick #Moltendreams!nightmare #rem!nightmare

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What would the conversation between molt and dream be like

Thank u for asking, Anon! (on a side note, I desperately need a name for this au of an au now) Prev/Rem's side of things.

Some Fun Facts under cut:

Originally Molt had three conditions. - Condition 1. was in response to Dream's earlier declaration that he was willing to sacrifice his safety/well-being to rescue his brother. Molt would only help if Dream promised not to intentionally put himself in harm's way. I had to cut this bit out because that would prompt Dream to ask if Molt wouldn't do the same. Molt concedes to that point, but they go back and forth about it for a while. - Condition 2: "Don't ask me to fight your brother. I won't do it. Don't ask that of me." - Condition 3 was used, but originally Molt was harsher with his pitch. In an earlier draft of this conversation, Molt explains that due to the balance of positivity and negativity in Dream's reality, he feels very tired. His goop is inconsistent bc his body is adjusting to the new balance. Also in an earlier draft of this conversation, Molt compares Dream to a duckling. Startled by the comparison, Dream laughs. Encouraged that the analogy is making his counterpart feel better, Molt keeps talking, and by the end of the conversation, they're both feeling better.

#molten!dream #moltendreams!au #dreamtale au #the au of moltendreams that i havent named yet #dream!sans #dream sans #orbital chatter #utmv au #Molt mentally going “-is this what being a ”big brother“ is like? ... I owe Rem an apology.” #Molt is REALLY HURT by the implication that he would hurt anyone #you can tell bc he's sulking #my art

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Behold! He smiles! Moltendreams!Au @.me og dreamtale @.jokublog

#molten!dream #moltendreams!au #molt #dreamtale au #dreamtale #dream sans #dream!sans #au!dream #dream #utmv au #utmv #undertale aus #my art #i needed a reprieve from angst