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sketcheydyslexic · 2 years
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Hey there! How are you? I absolutely adore your writing, if possible
Could you maybe write about stretch, blue, fresh & ink with a female S/O on their period in really bad pain (like to the point of just not being able to do anything but lay down) what would they do?
In your own time! Have a great day <3
Hi there :D I’m well, and I hope you are too.
Thank you so much :0! I really appreciate that! You’re in luck because my own hellish cramps inspired me with this one. Gotta love caring skele baes.
Stretch-
You grumbled unhappily as a knock came from your door. “Honeybee?” your boyfriend called as he opened the door “I gotcha something” you peeked out of your blanket den you had curled yourself up in. it was one of those days, shark week was more bite and bleed than anything right now.
“hey baby” you greeted, feeling the whole area of your lower stomach tighten in the most god awful way that made a tear fall.
Stretch crouched by you, plugging something in by your phone charger, and handing you a heating pad. You tried to adjust it where you needed it without moving much. You thanked him quietly as he ran his fingers through your hair softly.
“I know you’re hurting queen bee, how about I go get the painkillers and bring my switch up? we can play stardew, animal crossing, Minecraft, whatever you want”
You really couldn’t explain how much you appreciated Stretch, he was so sweet.
Blue-
He had been with you since this morning when you had to cancel your guys’ date because your cramps were destroying your day.
He arrived with everything you needed, heating pad, snacks, pain medication, your favorite drinks, and your favorite of all, himself.
Blue was the best, he always used a quiet voice when he knew you hurt, especially if you had a headache. He massaged your tummy if the heating pad just wasn’t helping with the terrible pain ripping through your abdomen. He put on your favorite movies to try and help you put your mind on something else and lift your mood.
Not to mention, blue cuddles and kisses were a cure all on their own.
Fresh-
He talked about your cramps like a person. It was funny enough that it caught on with you too.
“totally not rad of you, little homie” fresh shook his head as he rubbed your lower stomach, “you shouldn’t be so made at my babe, she didn’t do anything to you.” You laughed a little as he scolded your uterus.
“yeah, not rad, lil broski.” I joked, making fresh grin up at me.
“you tell em, babe”
He was just open to do whatever you wanted and needed. All you had to do was let him know and he would handle it. He liked the days where you wanted to cuddle a lot, those were the days he liked most, because cuddles is exactly what he could give you. Fresh knew he couldn’t take the pain away but he’d be damned if he wouldn’t try too.
Ink-
You loved him, you really did. But when he asked you if you were like an open bottle of red paint, you wanted to smack him upside the skull.
He was something else entirely. But you loved him. So, you let him hang around to try his best to help you.
He would cuddle you when you needed but also give you space and just chill in the room and talk to you. The times you needed space, he would doodle still life’s of you trying to relax with a heating pad while talking to him.
You did admit, seeing how he drew you so pretty even if you were a mess and in pain… made you feel better. You were never any less beautiful in his eyes, even when you had a horrid case of bed head, were sweating like a pig because it was too hot for a heating pad but you’d be immobilized without it, and your room was a mess.
You loved your skeleton.
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glamoureddreamer · 12 hours
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Idea 2
Killer and Dream, fluff
Maybe these aren’t actually ideas but short little blurbs of what I could have written, whatever you’d call them I hope you enjoy :) (probably post 2 a day unsure though)
There was another battle between the guardians and their respective groups. Cross had switched sides and was now a part of the star sanses. Dream had welcomed him with open arms believing anyone could change if they just tried. The battle was at a stalemate, neither brother had an advantage due to the AU being neutral and with Cross switching sides they were now even.
In the heat of the battle, Dream must have gotten distracted because one moment he was fighting Dust when the next he had a knife against his neck and he was being held in place. He tried to get out of the grasp but to no avail, he nervously looked behind him. Both shocked and not surprised at all to see Killer.
“Dream!” He heard Cross yell. The battle froze, and the star sanses looked on in fear not wanting to do anything that could potentially kill the guardian. The bad sanses were grinning madly, even Nightmare seemed thrilled.
“This knife won’t kill a guardian like me.” Dream spoke lowly to Killer.
“Nah but it will hurt, that’s my goal.” He laughs.
“If you want Mr. Sunshine here back then come and get him.” Killer directed at Cross, who looked furious. Cross ran forward, not thinking in his defense however Killer teleported him and Dream before Cross could get close.
They were now in Nightmare’s castle. Killer waits for a moment, seeing if Horror, Dust, or Nightmare would join him. However after a minute of no one appearing he removed the knife against Dream's throat.
Before any words could be spoken Killer shoves Dream against the hallway wall and deeply kisses him. Dream didn’t hesitate to kiss back, both of their hands wandering and feeling each other up. It had been far too long, they both pulled back panting but kept their foreheads against each other.
“I missed you.” Dream smiles
“I missed ya too sunshine.”
It started with them going to the same store one day. Both had bumped into each other however neither of them wanted to fight, so Dream suggested a truce until they left. And well they never stopped the truce. They meet up when they can but it’s not often or for very long, each second is a precious one.
Dream chuckles lightly. “You didn’t have to scare them so much.”
“It’s fun to scare them.”
Killer leads Dream to his bedroom as they talk and play catch-up as quickly as possible.
Once they entered they were immediately greeted by several cats. The cats rush towards them and Dream gasps and picks one of them up.
“Hi, baby!” He says in a high-pitched voice. Killer never felt happier than when Dream interacted with his cats. Once each and every one of them has been petted and fed, Killer jumps on his bed where Dream already was and begins to cuddle him.
They sat in a peaceful silence beside the sound of his cats eating their wet food. Killer eventually sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re going to have to go soon..”
If it was up to Killer he would have run away with Dream a long time ago however he has found a family within the gang. He was upset that he couldn’t have both without hiding.
“I know, but I’ll be back soon. Hopefully sooner than this time but one day we can live happily together I know it.” Dream always knew just what to say.
Killer still was upset but he couldn’t let the thought of it ending ruin his time now. They talked about many things before they both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. Killer’s cats even joined them once they were done.
Nightmare sighed as he teleported back, the battle had gone well on his end after Killer and Dream disappeared. The rest of the star sanses retreated after fighting for as long as they could. Now before Nightmare could finally rest he had one last thing to do, check what Killer did with Dream.
Nightmare opened Killer's door, only to see him and Dream cuddling on his bed with Killer's thousands of cats. Nightmare shuts the door and leaves them be. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what Killer and Dream were up to. However, he also could tell they made each other very happy. If it made Killer and Dream so happy at the very least he could pretend to be clueless.
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ant1quarian · 2 months
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Consider. (Undertale Sans Addition)
Consider Undertale Sans who can't actually remember the resets whatsoever, but everyone around him gets Deja Vu.
Imagine Undertale Sans who only knows that life is repeating itself because of that machine.
Imagine Undertale Sans who gets so frustrated because why can't he remember anything?
Why is he the only one who doesn't at least partially remember the loop?
His SOUL does, but he doesn't. He wakes up in sweats, panicked and terrified over things he can't remember. He wakes up nostalgic, sad, and doesn't understand why.
He wakes up and feels like he's missing something, but doesn't know why.
As a scientist at heart, he gets so fuckin' mad- so much so that he begins to write in a journal that he leaves with the machine. It's the only way he knows what's happened.
Undertale Sans that- when he becomes Dusttale Sans- is finally beginning to get Deja Vu. Why? Because he's killing the monsters. He's absorbing their SOULs in a roundabout, violent way.
Dusttale Sans that disassociates because he realises that the knowledge came with a price.
Dusttale Sans who made a conscious decision to change it up and murder everyone to see what would happen- not that he expected to remember it.
Dusttale Sans who can't feel guilt. Any emotions he does feel is through a heavy layer of static that makes it hard for him to really understand them.
Dusttale Sans, who after killing the kid, now walks alone in the underground, slowly having his memories return to him.
Dusttale Sans, who's fucking sick of it, but is too DETERMINED to fall down just yet.
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little-buzz · 3 months
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Showcase for One
This silly idea hit me while I was driving. I wanted to explore male presenting Sanses wearing skirts. I think we should normalize UT characters wearing gender nonconforming clothes.
“Boss, c’mere!” called Killer.
Nightmare sighed, pinching the space between his nasal bridge. “Are you three done with the fashion show? We got our supplies from this AU. I’m not dealing with my brother and his posse because you choose to stay in this store.”
“We won’t… be much… longer,” replied Axe.
Nightmare rolled his eyelight. He turned the corner away from the window. He was met with his boys standing outside the dressing rooms. He wasn’t surprised to find Killer holding an outfit.
“Can you try this on?” asked the eyeless skeleton. 
The guardian sent him a dark glower. One of his tentacles twitched with annoyance. “Why would I do that?” he countered.
“Killer said he’d clean the kitchen and the living room for a week if ya do this,” said Dust nonchalantly.
Said monster whipped his skull towards the hooded skeleton. “The fuck? I never said—” 
Axe elbowed the side of Killer’s ribcage. He murmured something to him that Nightmare couldn’t make out. 
The boss felt his eye socket twitch. “We’re leaving now. Enough with your childish nonsense,” demanded Nightmare.
Like clockwork, his boys deflated like a balloon. Killer lowered the clothes from his hand. His three members were the equivalent of kicked puppies.
“I will only humor this request if you all clean the castle from top to bottom next week. The dungeon is in dire need of fixing.”
The guardian was smug from seeing the boys’ sour reaction. Killer sighed loudly, offering the outfit to him. He took it with an appendage, closing the fitting room behind him. 
Nightmare viewed the clothes with a quirked browbone. He reluctantly dressed himself in the new outfit. After the guardian finished changing, he fiddled with the collar of his purple sweater. He smoothed the cream white pleated shirt, checking his outfit in the mirror. 
He… didn’t hate the attire, but it wasn’t his first pick.
Nightmare wondered if he had worn a skirt ever. He could vaguely recall the villagers giving Dream clothes which no longer fit their children. Of course, his brother would rope him along for an outfit change. Thinking about it, Nightmare didn't mind what Dream encouraged him to wear.
At least… if he remembered correctly.
The guardian shook his head and quickly removed the outfit. He switched into his previous clothes, sighing with relief. He stepped out of the dressing room, tossing the clothes to Killer. 
“Return it. We’re leaving now.”
Killed blinked dumbly at the clothes, then at Nightmare. “Why aren’t you wearing it?” he sputtered.
The goopy skeleton grinned wickedly. “I did wear it. You didn’t specify I was supposed to showcase it.”
The eyeless skeleton cursed before he stomped away to return the clothes. Nightmare opened a portal as Dust and Axe trotted toward him. 
Dust cracked a small smile. “Astute as always, boss.”
Nightmare hummed. “You’re not getting out of this, Dust. I thought you wouldn’t stoop so low to one of Killer’s stunts,” he commented. 
Dust paused before he hopped into the portal. “Eh, I thought it was worth a shot. ‘Sides, you need more variety with your clothes. You need to give me some credit, this was mostly Killer’s idea.”
Nightmare sighed again. He waited for Killer to enter the portal as well. He watched as his team member sadly jumped into it. The guardian curled his appendage on his shoulder almost comfortingly as he followed suit.
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amorthlen · 1 year
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Flowey and Papyrus’ relationship
Ok sooo, in regards to Papyrus and Flowey, I feel I have this thing where I am caught in between two worlds.
On  one side I love the idea of a pap and Flowey friendship! I feel like  they'd compliment eachother so well because Flowey is brutally  honest and not afraid to hurt feelings, a trait I think Papyrus would  seek out due to the fact everyone else in his life tries to baby him and  lie to him. Meanwhile Flowey who is cynical and has traits that others   would probably find hard to tolerate in a friend has Papyrus who is   endlessly positive and doesn't seem to be all too bothered by those   traits. I think their friendship could be something really special!
However...  I can't help but acknowledge something a lot darker that can arise in a  friendship like this. Flowey definitely has sadistic tenancies and with  no soul it can make it hard for him to actually care about Papyrus. He  also has (or had) powers where he could mess with people all he wanted  and reset the timeline like it never happened. Essentially, Flowey  doesn't understand consequence. Because he doesn't understand  consequence and lacks the ability to care anything he does to papyrus  would be for his own gain and will likely go against what's in Papyrus'  best interest. He could use Papyrus like a toy and Papyrus is probably  one of the only monsters in the underground who would keep coming back  to Flowey despite this, keep trying to believe in Flowey and keep  pushing to make flowey better and happy even if he gets hurt in the  process.
And that second side, the more toxic friendship side is one that makes me feel bad but I love exploring it.
T.T I do want that lighter healthier friendship too tho pls.  
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A Surprise Encounter in Desert Sands
Hello there, to anyone who sees this!  This post is about an alternate Undertale AU I just made up on the fly- it pertains to a vast, seemingly endless sprawling desert. I don’t know if much of anyone will even see this as my non reblogs can be quite barren, but if even one person is like “hey, this is pretty cool,” I’ll be like “thanks so much for liking it, why don’t you take like a gazillion more that I’ve been writing but just haven’t shared with anyone?”
Quite the interesting hypothetical scenario to be sure, I know. I just keep making all these little ideas, but aside from a particular, incredible amigo, (looking at you, @mrssansserif 🥹) I don’t have anyone to share these ideas with- and I must say, such a task can not be handled by one person alone- my dear friend has already heard countless ideas often enough that her head must have stars and even birds flying in circles around it!
So, if you see this and wouldn't mind seeing more, please let me know- I have at least 20 other tidbits, and that’s just what's in the doc I wrote this on, and what's only related to Undertale! Guys, I’m literally being flooded with ideas constantly- please save me T^T
Here’s the little story I wrote first so I don’t bore my potential audience, and then the potential plot details I came up with after- I’ll just let the little story I wrote before all of this speak for itself.
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After meandering through these desert sands for so long, I’ve come to find the loneliness of such travel has stopped stinging as much as it used to. It still burns, to be sure, but the desert truly is a harsh place- and there is no room for such pity in my heart, even if for my own predicament- I must focus entirely on survival if I ever hope to live. 
But, there come times when I wonder, as I wander across these shifting, seemingly eternal sands, what it would feel like to have a companion in this tiring trek. 
Just what would it feel like to talk to another after so long? 
Would I even be able to find my words? 
Or would I be stuck, staring on at this hypothetical person, craving the interaction and yet be unable to act on my desire for affection and the want to hear the voice of another?
Whenever these thoughts enter my mind, it always leads to the same predictable questions…
Why am I here, in this desert? When did I start this perilous, never ending journey? Why does the sand seem to go on, for ever and ever?
And will I always be alone?
But… never did I think I would end up finding an answer in a place like this…
An oasis. 
A massive, sprawling oasis that I only found after braving a vicious sandstorm that had torn at my skin and even my very soul- it made me question everything- 
my convictions- 
my fate- 
my odd determination, even when I do not know why I continue to push forward- 
but when I pushed past it all, I found that it was completely and utterly worth it.
Everything I had ever experienced up till this point suddenly came out of focus for the first time- for my vision came upon other people among the sprawling ferns growing on the banks of the no doubt cool, flowing water.
Although, I do not know if others would call them… people. 
For, as soon as these two arrivals looked into my shocked eyes, I knew that they were not human. 
For what human has bone for skin, and lights for eyes? 
But to be sure, they did not seem to know what to think of me either- surely they must have felt the same as I felt looking at them as they did looking at me, given that they seemed to wear a shocked expression on their pale white faces- or at least, it seemed like shock to me.
To them, I must have looked quite odd, to be sure- clothes and shoes worn and torn from the vicious winds and bleached by the burning sun, jet black hair that trailed behind me, long and tangled, and brittle, dirty and horribly peeled skin from being ravaged by the open sky and sand, and then, to top it all off, red eyes, ones I’ve only ever seen while looking at my own misty reflection- all of it must have made me look like quite the gnarly beast.
What did they think I was when they first spotted me approaching from within the whirling dunes? Did they think me to be a demon, perhaps?
Or did they not believe in demons?
I could not say I knew what was going through their heads at their time- at least, not before asking them outright.
But I can say that they surely did not know what was going through my head at that moment.
Because I was truly thinking the strangest of things.
Finally.
Finally! 
I’m not alone anymore!
Who else would have been happy to see odd creatures with bony hands like those found on a long dead corpse- ones that looked like a corpse long since perished came alive once again? 
But really, can one blame me?  
Can someone find it in their heart to blame me for my odd first thoughts, given that they likely have never experienced the same things before?
But still, even if others thought me odd, I would still be inclined to agree. I would not blame anyone for thinking of someone who has wandered these sprawling sands long enough to see stars shift in their places up in the night sky as ‘odd.’ 
For someone who has lived that long and yet does not know much of anything- about themselves or about anything else- only knowing how to scavenge a bounty from the sands made up of cactus and various odd critters- what would a person who has lived that long even be doing in a vast, barren desert? 
I shudder to think about what my past thoughts were to make me take such a drastic turn with my life…
I must have been an odd person even before I became a gnarled looking beast.
And then, that odd person was being stared at by other odd looking people- no doubt wondering why I stopped where I stood in my first moments of spotting them- and it is then that I remembered the hypothetical I thought about while traveling the desert- and I realized that everything was coming to pass exactly as I feared.
When I had tried to move forward and open my mouth to speak, no words made their way past my cracked, dreadfully dry lips.
I struggled to even make a sound- and as I bumbled my way forward, the two began to look at me as if I had grown an extra head.
Finally, as I made my forward and then fell to the ground in defeat, the odd creatures found their own courage and approached me first.
Ah… and how nice it was to hear the words spoken by another.
What did Sans do in our initial encounter? 
It’s been so long… 
Let me think.
Ah, I remember now.
Heh.
He had reached out his hand…
“Human, don’t you know how to greet a new pal? Come on- get up, so you can shake my hand properly.”
And it was then that I felt myself return to my senses as I laughed and stood up, taking that creature's hand as the other stared from behind him.
And it was then that I spoke back, for the first time in countless years.
“What an odd thing for you to say, don’t you think?”
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I haven’t really thought much up for this AU besides this yet, and I don’t know if I’ll come up with any more ideas- if anyone even sees this post, feel free to suggest stuff for it!
I don’t usually make stuff in the standard ‘tale’ format with a protagonist of either frisk or chara- but it could definitely be tweaked to fit the mold if someone wanted.
I’m thinking that the desert is probably mystical in nature- and the reason it feels endless is because it practically is- made to be a barrier to keep monsters inside. 
The main character is a mysterious person- even to themselves- who has traveled the desert for ages, not knowing a thing about why they are even there in the first place. 
This could also be changed to fit the protagonist mold- perhaps the equivalent to falling down after approaching Mt. Ebbott could be approaching a dangerous place that marks the start of the desert, which frisk ends up passing to enter the desert?
Water and water sources would be very important in this AU, with rivers, lakes, and oases being the focal point of most of the cities. Perhaps the core would be the exception, being inhabitable for different reasons. 
Snowdin could be Dunedin, perhaps? They’d probably deal with constant sandstorms, given that they would be the smallest of the cities and would have little protection from the wind.
Waterfall could possibly be one big waterfall from a massive river- an important focal point where water flows throughout to pretty much all of the monster cities, in a similar manner to how the Nile river was and still is an important water source in Egypt. 
There’s all my ideas on this for now- I’ll be sure to add more as I come up with anything- and to anyone who sees this, feel free to give or suggest potential ideas yourself! I’d love nothing more than to discuss concepts with people- I just love the rare times when I get to do things like that.
Once again- if even one person sees this and interacts, I’ll proceed to post more of all the little (and big) ideas I’ve been making while working on my main work.
Just tell me what you want to see, and I’ll look at what I have and post it! : )
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darkmuffinstudios · 11 days
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Was bored and decided to create a silly little one-shot of Errormare for @inkywellcrow 🤭
Who knows, I might get more motivation to make more parts, I might not haha
Baking One-Shot (Errormare) (1.7k words)
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Dream’s birthday (and by extension, Nightmare’s) was only a few days away, and the two most dastardly villains of the multiverse were in the middle of making something for it.
You see, after many decades of struggle, the two guardians grew weary of the constant back-and-forth and had since settled on a truce; No more bloodshed and no more overbearing war meetings. After so long, however, the two had long since forgotten times of peace. It was nothing more than echoes of what could have been, as well as what once was… So, as always in their relationship, Nightmare decided to be the first to extend one of many olive branches that will occur down the line.
To show a sign of good faith and to celebrate the occasion, Nightmare had his boys come up with gift ideas that they would give to his brother. The dark king had hoped that, whatever the gifts may be, that the action alone would show that he intended to support this truce and to keep friendly relations with his other half.
But asking a band of miscreants and murderers was a bad decision in hindsight, and so after many, MANY days of brainstorming, he eventually caved to Horror’s insistence on a birthday cake.
Which brings us to the present…
“Error, you’re whisking batter, not pummeling it into submission.” Nightmare scolded lightly. He wiped his hands on the apron he was wearing, trying not to get too irritated at how sloppy of a job his partner was doing.
“This is stupid.” Error grumbled.
“Error— slower, slower.”
“Don’t— !” His body locked up at Nightmare’s complaining, and he drastically slowed down his pace to a glaringly slow tempo. He gave Nightmare a frustrated look, to which the king easily brushed off. “Don’t tell me what to do. I read the recipe too.”
“Uh huh.” Nightmare deadpanned, setting a metal tray on the counter. “You're also as blind as a bat without your glasses, my dear.”
“They would have just got in the way.” Error huffed. After a few more mixes, he decided that surely was enough of that, and he dropped the bowl into the counter with a loud CLANK. “There. Done mixing.”
Nightmare rubbed his temples. What was that method of reducing stress? Counting back from five? Whatever it was, it surely wasn’t working as well as he had hoped. “Please don’t slam the bowl down.”
“Mmhm.” Error leaned against the counter, dismissive.
For his own mental (and Error’s physical) wellbeing, Nightmare opted to ignore him for a little while. Once he sprayed down the baking pan, he glanced over Error’s work. There was still some dry clumps of the batter mix floating around, but he wasn’t going to correct any of it since he knows how much his partner loves to throw his tantrums. Besides, Dream has been a pain in his ass for decades— the least he can do is crunch on some raw flour to save him from future headaches.
Carefully, he lifted the bowl and poured the mixture into the baking tin. Using a tentacle, he grabbed a spatula he set out beforehand to scrape any excess, and quietly put the bowl down. He gave Error a mild look.
Error met his gaze and paused, looking to either side of himself. “… What?”
“That’s how you put a bowl down. Silently.” Nightmare said, his voice dripping honey and tar.
“Oh, fuck you.” Error griped, rolling his eyes so over dramatically that his head went with it. Nightmare couldn’t help but smile at how stupid he could be.
After making his point, he walked over to the oven with the pan. After opening it with a tentacle (fashioned with a cute little baking mitten), he placed the pan inside and shut it with his hip. Making note of the time, he finally allowed himself to slump against the counter.
Nightmare looked up at the ceiling. How the hell does Horror do this every single day? Willingly?? He couldn’t even imagine how difficult it would be to order his men around such a small space, never mind how destructive all of them already are. Just the thought started to give him a headache…
“So,” Error started. “Why didn’t you ask your uh…” He thought for a moment, his body glitching a little from the effort.
“Horror?” Nightmare offered.
“Yeah— the big, freaky guy— to do this for you? Doesn’t he do this stuff already?”
Nightmare sighed. “… Well… Monster food is magic—”
“Uh. Yeah— I know.”
“I know that you know—“
“Then why say it—?”
Nightmare turned and glared at him. “Just let me talk!” Error held up his hands defensively, glaring right back at him for a moment, before Nightmare eventually continued.
“Well, because monster food is made of magic, then cooking monster food involves magic too. It incorporates the chef’s intent, and can communicate unspoken feelings through each bite.” Nightmare idly messed with one of the spoons on the counter, staring at the oven glass as he spoke. “To put it simply, it has to be made by me. I may not be the best at baking, but he will understand and appreciate the gesture anyways. He is that kind of guy, unfortunately.” He scoffed.
“So why drag me into this?” Error groused. “I couldn’t care less about making ‘Mr.Sunshine’ feel any better than he already feels.”
“Oh.” Nightmare turned to flash a smug look at Error. “Because I didn’t want to suffer alone.”
Error stared at Nightmare. For a long, long moment. A quiet, high-pitched sound began to come from Error’s body— the telltale sign that he was starting to crash. “You’re joking.”
Nightmare shrugged. “Am I?”
Error grabbed the whisk from the counter, chucking it with all his strength at Nightmare. “YOU ASS!! I COULD HAVE LEFT AT ANY TIME?!?”
The king chuckled, letting the whisk hit his shoulder. “Of course you could have. You weren’t obligated to do any of this.”
Error threw his arms around, already hellbent on destroying the kitchen. He ripped the toaster from its electrical socket, threatening to throw it on the ground when Nightmare continued. “But you stayed because you love me.”
That got Error to freeze in place. He stared at Nightmare, bewildered for a few seconds, before slowly lowering the toaster onto the counter. “… Whatever.” He mumbled, stewing.
Nightmare smiled at Error’s obvious admission of defeat, finding himself slowly walking over to him. He stopped a good few feet away, settling on leaning against the counter once more. “You love me, and wanted to help me because you loved me.” He teased lightly.
Error bristled. “I will leave!”
“But then I’d be so sad if you did.” Nightmare touched his own chest, right over where his apple soul would be. “All alone… abandoned…”
Error huffed, crossing his arms. “Good! Feel bad!! Feel bad for tormenting me for HOURS while I slaved away in this kitchen for you!!”
“It was only an hour, dear.” Nightmare chuckled.
“NUH UH!! You’re wrong!!” Error scowled, swinging an arm out to the side and ripping a portal open to a random, unsuspecting world. He gestured wildly to the setting sun. “See!! HOURS!! It’s already growing dark!!”
Nightmare rolled his eye. “Mmhm.” He knew he wasn’t winning this fight.
Error smiled triumphantly, leaning a little closer to Nightmare. The portal fizzled next to them, disappearing soon after. “Apologize.”
Nightmare raised a metaphorical eyebrow at Error. “For what?”
“For being mean and awful and terrible!” Error demanded, counting on his fingers as he went.
Nightmare rolled his eye for the second time. “Mmmmmmno. I don’t think I will.”
Error leaned back, pouting now. “Asshole.”
Nightmare sighed. A brief moment of silence grew between them as they waited for the cake to bake before Nightmare sighed again, shoulder sagging. He looked at the clock hanging on the far wall of the kitchen, then back at the oven glass. The cake wasn’t rising at all.
“… Do you think he will like it?”
Error didn’t look at Nightmare, arms still crossed. After another beat of silence, Error’s shoulders sagged a little and he quietly responded. “What do you mean.”
Another beat of silence. Error didn’t like it. He turned back to glance at Nightmare, only to see the other have his hands folded against his chest in a sort-of self hug. His tentacles were curled inward on themselves, and Nightmare hadn’t looked up once from the oven glass.
It bugged Error. He tried again, softer. “What... do you mean by that?” Nightmare sighed again, a third time, and it was starting to get to Error. He shook his head. “No one hates chocolate cake. If I find out he does, I’m throwing him.”
“Not the cake.” Nightmare answered quietly, though he did smile a little at Error’s threat. The spectacle of the destroyer of worlds tossing his brother like a football was amusing, to say the least. He gestured vaguely, trying to find the right words. “My… message.”
“Message?” Error echoed, clearly confused.
“My intent.” Nightmare tried instead. “It’s… I want this to go well. I want this to be our first steps in making up with one another, and I tried to put as much as I could into this cake… I tried to not fill it with…” he sighed, the fourth time. “… with my lingering feelings of the past.”
Nightmare raised a hand. “I’m certain I didn’t, and I know this won’t make up for everything that has happened between us… but…” He slowly brought his hand back towards himself, back to where it was wrapped around his chest. “I don’t know… I lack the proper words at the moment.”
Not that Error needed all of the words to understand. He thought a little bit before he spoke. “That’s why you asked me to help you with this.” The dots started connecting more in his head as he turned to Nightmare. “You didn’t want to do this alone.”
Nightmare considered Error’s words. “… I suppose I didn’t.”
Error stared at Nightmare, trying to get maybe just a little bit more out of him, before turning to look back at the oven. “… I think he’ll like it.”
“You think so?” Nightmare’s voice sounded uncertain.
“Yeah.” Error shrugged. “He is that kind of guy, like you said.”
Nightmare smiled a little. “I guess you’re right.”
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ducklinglucifer · 4 months
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Mama's Boy
o* Nightmare, Dust, Killer, Horror & Cross + Implied!Child!Reader
o* Undertale AU
Nightmare @ Joku
Killer @ Rahafwabas
Dust @ Ask-Dusttale
Horror @ Sour-Apple-Studios
Cross @ Jakei
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Such an innocent soul left to the hands of a nightmare or so they thought. The horrible things this little one went through and now they are safe within this dark and cold castle. The loving arms of each skeleton bring them comfort.
Perhaps this life is better than their old life? Yet they are still too young to understand why they were left all alone to the hands of these skeletons. Maybe the parents were done caring for them?
They aren't villains, they are misunderstood by each AU. They have a heart, they aren't as evil as they are. Deep down, they all care for this small little child, a child that brought out their warm side, their old side.
Horror has reached an urge to harm anything that dares to ruin this little one. Killer refuses to carry his own knife when he is near the little one. Dust has his hoodie down more often after hearing the little one's words. Cross opens up more about his family to the little one.
Now, Nightmare? Nightmare can see Dream's reflection off this little one, all this positive feelings around him, makes him feel dread yet he couldn't bring himself to kick or yell at this little soul. He couldn't dare yell at his brother, Dream, them. He doesn't like seeing them cry or upset.
They are such a MAMA-DADDY-FAMILY's CHILD
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punkgears · 23 days
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IS THIS SPAMTONPOSTING?????
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amalia-uwu · 1 month
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Hmm.
What are you two up to? 💜💙
Where are you carrying the sleepy boy?
What is he dreaming of?
What's on your mind?
Is he heavy?
Is he a squishy, soft teddy bear?
So many questions.
Drabble :
“Carry you in my embrace”
Notes comments:
Thank you so much for this! I love the whole piece so much!
Sans's expression is so soft, serene and beautiful! I love the way you drew him wrapped around me!
I love how I'm holding him!
I love the hair etc.
The colors are also so soft and a beautiful combination.
I love it thank you so much! It gives a soft, beautiful, cozy aura.
As always this is one more beautiful piece of art, that I receive from you!
Each drawing has its own story to tell!
You are an amazing artist and great inspiration! Fudgie! 💙
Thank you so much! 💙
Now unto the Drabble!
💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙
We were sitting on the couch watching TV.
At some point I noticed Sans dozing off.
He couldn't stay awake. I saw his eye sockets closing. His head falling forwards.
I chuckled. Hehe!
How can he be so adorable? He was such an adorable baby boy. A baby girl. A cutie pie! I wanted to squish him mercilessly in my embrace!
He just looks so cute when sleepy.
Okay, he looked masculine and adorable anyway. But even in sleep he looks handsome and adorable!
I shuffled closer and wrapped him in my embrace. He smiled in his sleep.
His cheek bone on my shoulder. I brushed my hair at my back, so they won't bother his face.
We stayed there for some time. Just cuddling.
There were many thoughts on my mind.
One thing is sure tho; that, I loved him so much.
I didn't know what he was dreaming but, I could tell he was happy.
There was a soft shade of blue hue on his cheekbones and a relaxed genuine smile on his face.
As much as I loved cuddling him. I knew, that the couch wasn't comfortable.
I was thinking how to carry him. «Will he wake up? Be scared? How will I lift a well build skeleton man?
... He is all bones. He can't be that heavy. I'll try to lift him. Worse case scenario.. Is that he falls on the couch and me on top of him. I am quite heavy. He doesn't have organs like me. He doesn't have skin like me.. How heavy can he be? Well... Let's find out»
I picked him up softly. He wrapped his bones around me.
Hm.. He wasn't as heavy as I was expecting him to be. Heh! He was a bearable comfortable weight.
I could carry him as I carry a child.
I was surprised I could carry him around with so much ease. Truly fascinating. Heh!
Another thing I loved; is how soft he is. How squishy.
Despite him being made of bones; he was pleasant to touch, hug. Physical contact with him felt incredible.
He was warm, soft, squishy. A teddy bear. I could feel his warm breath on my neck.
I could feel some of my hair touching his face. Heh, our souls were close to each other.
He was content and calm.
I walked upstairs to his room carrying him in my embrace.
Heh, he was doing an effort to keep it as clean as possible.
I laid him in his bed carefully. As I attempted to untangle him.
He took a hold of my clothes and refused to let go.
A soft whine left his teeth.
Welp, okay then. So be it.
I laid next to him and cuddled him closer. I could smell his clothes amd bedsheets. So, his bedsheets smelled like green apple. While his clothes smelled like green soap. It wasn't bad. I.. liked it!
Soon enough I covered ourselves with the weighted blanket he had.
I kissed his mandible and got comfortable next to him. He hummed softly.
I closed my eyes too and joined him for a nap.
"I love you sans!" I whispered.
He smiled and mumbled "i love you too".
The end 😘
Thank you for reading! 💙
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sketcheydyslexic · 2 years
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Sleepy make out session with either stretch or fresh? 👀👀
Sure thing :D!
sleepy make out - reader / stretch. It gets a little heated, but nothing explicit.
It was still dark in you and your boyfriends room when you woke up, so you decided to check your phone for the time- but before you could fully turn to pick it up, your boyfriends boney arm wrapped around your waist and dragged you back against his chest.
“What are you doing awake?” he mumbled against the back of my neck, placing a few kisses on my shoulders. I shuffled to face him, kissing his nasal bridge.
“I just woke up, why are you awake, lazy bones?” I said in a hushed voice
“lovin on you” he mumbled back to me, kissing my face a few times before settling on my lips.
I hummed happily as I kissed him back, I didn’t expect it to pick up and go further until his tongue slipped past my lips, playing with my own as my hands wandered his bare ribs. He tangled his hand in my hair as he cradled the back of my head, keeping me close when we separated momentarily.
“in a mood?” I hummed jokingly as I let him climb over me, bringing me closer so he could kiss along my collar bones and neck “pappy” I whispered to get his attention “kiss me”
He seemed more than happy to oblige as he dived back for my lips, nipping my bottom lip quickly as his hand guided my chin up to dive his tongue back into my mouth. I always loved the way his magic tongue tingled and made small electric tingles spark in my soul.
I pulled back to breathe, making use of the separation to nip and kiss his exposed ribs that were heaving above me. He huffed a groan “tease” before dragging be back up to kiss again, groaned back into the kiss as his hands wandered me just the same as mine were to him.
He pulled back this time, hauling me with him so I could sit on his lap on our bed among the mess of sheets. My face flushed more when I was on top of him, pulling him into the kiss. It was easier for my hands to wonder and for my hips to be felt up by my date-mate. His skeletal hands kneading at my hips and thighs only gave my sleepy brain the bright idea to roll down on the tent in his boxers. I thoroughly enjoyed how he pulled away to rest his skull in the crook of my neck and buck up into me.
I didn’t give him long to cool off before I was guiding his skull back up to slide my tongue in between those cute, gaped teeth of his. He battled with me for a few seconds, before relaxing and letting me push him back into laying down so I could crawl more so on top of him and continue exploring him with my tongue and hands.
We played around until we were sleepy enough to go back to bed.
I cuddled up to him, kissing him one least time before we both fell back asleep.
Checking the time completely forgotten about.
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glamoureddreamer · 18 hours
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Idea 1
Cross and Nightmare, Hurt/Comfort
Again wanted to state these ideas are free use, I don’t care if you change the characters or the fandom or whatever else you do with it. Just have fun with it :) have a great day
Cross is new to Nightmare’s gang and Nightmare has been sensing a lot of negative emotions from Cross. So one evening when the emotions were particularly strong Nightmare walks to Cross’s room and confronts him about it.
“Good evening Cross. May I come in? I just wish to speak, that’s all.” He says already sensing the other’s fear. Nightmare doesn’t sugarcoat it and gets straight to the point.
“It doesn’t feel as though you're happy here…” Cross immediately panics and tears fill his sockets as he messily rushes to explain.
Nightmare simply stops him and tells him he doesn’t have to be here if he doesn’t want to. That he would never force Cross to do anything he didn’t want to. However, he misread the whole situation.
Cross looks down, his chest shakes but before Nightmare can speak up Cross lets out a sob and very quietly he begs “Please don’t leave me.”
His chest was shaking hard now, jostling the bed. Nightmare is taken back but hugs Cross. The other for the first time didn’t shy away, Cross wrapped his arms around Nightmare and sobbed openly into his jacket. Nightmare was in shock but held him and comforted him anyway.
Once the crying stopped Cross pulled back wiping his tears and apologizing guiltily.
“There is absolutely nothing you have to be sorry for. Would you like to talk about it with me or maybe the others?”
Cross doesn’t answer rubbing his warm anxiously, hesitating before explaining.
He doesn’t think he belongs or deserves to live in the castle. And his reasoning was even worse ‘You all are too nice to me and I don’t deserve it.’ But he said he was also scared of leaving because he has a fear of being alone or being left.
Nightmare first thanks him and tells him he did well about opening up. Then he addresses the cognitive distortions. Cross ends up crying a few more times, not that Nightmare minded. A good meal and he gets to help one of his boys.
“Unfortunately, these things take time Cross. However, these thoughts can be fixed and I’ll be with you helping you the whole way.”
Cross hugs and thanks him, before again trying to apologize which Nightmare didn’t accept.
Nightmare and Cross talk more, and Cross finally opens up about things he likes and dislikes. He was even making jokes by the end. Little did Cross know three rag-tag skeletons listened through the door. All slightly agreeing they would help him too, before running off and ‘acting normal’. Even though Nightmare could sense them.
“Just like all my boys, if you need me no matter what I will be there for you. You are safe now Cross, allow yourself to be happy. You deserve it.” Nightmare tells him on his way out.
“If you need me I will be in my office, Sleep well Cross.”
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ant1quarian · 2 months
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Quill - An Undertale OC
( A Drabble )
Warnings: Technically angst? Bro's trapped in The Void
Regret. A debt to be paid. Invisible shackles. Restrained. And strings. Strings, as far as the eye could see, vibrating and twisting and letting off music.
A discordant harmony that he knew would haunt him forever.
A thousand lifetimes. Death at the end of each one. How hadn’t he snapped? He felt like he should have.
… Maybe he had, in his own way. He wouldn’t be amused that each time he lived again, a videogame-like screen appeared in front of him if he hadn’t.
Shouldn’t he be dead? He hadn’t eaten in years. 
… had it been years?
It was hard to tell in the void.
For a place described as having absolute nothingness, it sure had a lot in it. Strings. So many strings. Each symbolising a new timeline.
His SOUL, once vibrant mid-blue and mint green interchangably, now reduced to a grey heart.
… Sometimes he swore it flickered, as if it was fading to nothingness.
But it still felt like so much was in there.
Different lifetimes. Different colours for names. Most of the time, at least.
He. He thinks he used to be named Quill?
Tyrian. Morality.
Saffron. Deceit.
Pine. Kindness.
Rogue. Diligence.
Cobalt. Carelessness and Integrity.
Rust. DETERMINATION.
Z. Stagnation.
Slate. Corrupted Integrity.
Narrator. Creativity and Injustice.
… he was sure he forgot a few… hundred.
A goal. Protecting the protagonist at the cost of his life, many times over.
All to repay the debt he owed. The sins he’s committed.
He chuckled– a noise tainted with desperation and exhaustion– and stared at the string closest to him.
He could pick out the subtle song of the white, yellow and blue string before he was sucked in.
A new life to start, I suppose.
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little-buzz · 2 years
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What I’m about to say is nothing new, but I figured it’s worth to share my opinion 🤷
Sans and Frisk’s relationship (strictly platonic), is a dynamic that I haven’t seen explored enough. I dunno, maybe I’m not searching deep enough in AO3 because I’m picky with fanfics.
Imagine Sans discussing his home with Frisk years after the ending of the pacifist route. I’ll set the scene for you…
The sky is a mixture of yellow and orange as the sun dips down, soon being replaced by the moon.
Sans and Frisk are in Toriel’s backyard, relaxing on the patio. The chatter inside the house from Papyrus and Undyne’s enthusiasm about baking a pie, while noise deafening, is almost soothing to them.
The wind blows through Frisk’s hair, that’s pulled into a low ponytail. They never kept their hair insanely long, but it’s grown out enough to be tied. They were no longer shorter than Sans anymore, almost around his brother’s height.
Sans chugs the remainder of his endless supply of ketchup.
“Y’know, it’s nice spending time with everyone here on the surface. It’s not as suffocating as it was in Mt. Ebott,” hums Sans.
“But this isn’t home for you,” retorts Frisk gently.
Sans pauses to fiddle with the ketchup bottle in his skeletal grip. “I’m content as long as my bro is,” replies Sans smoothly.
“That wasn’t the case when I first broke the barrier.”
“Because you were either brutally massacring monsterkind or trying to milk out every secret you could underground,” argues Sans.
“You’re right, and I take full consequences with what I’ve done,” admits Frisk grimly.
“I’m just glad the others are in one piece and living freely,” says Sans.
Silence settles over the duo.
“Can you tell me what home was like?” inquires Frisk as they turn their head towards their patio companion.
The skeleton heaves a long sigh, knowing this conversation was inevitable.
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imtrashraccoon · 2 months
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Whew! It's over...don't mind me but I'll probably be taking a few days off writing again. Thank you so much for coming along on this journey with me! I learned so much and had so much fun! It's definitely given me so many ideas for future projects...
There will probably be an announcement post coming soon... (゚⁠ο゚⁠人⁠)⁠)
@owl-bones
First Day & Previous Day.
Bad Sansuary: Free Space - Snuggle
Word Count: 3,301
Feat. Everyone!
You were relaxing in your room with a book you'd borrowed from the library after dinner. This high fantasy series Nightmare recommended was seriously good and once you'd started, it was incredibly hard to put down. Well, unless someone interrupted you that is...
There was a playful knock at your door, pulling you out of the story and back to reality. You knew exactly who had chosen to bother you and a part of you wanted to just pretend you had gone to bed early so he'd leave you alone. But...that wouldn't be very nice and you could always read later on before you did actually go to sleep.
With a sigh, you slipped a book mark made from laminating the pressed flowers Axe had given you between the pages and hauled yourself off the comfortable couch to go answer the door. The knocking grew more insistent until you finally threw it open and fixed Killer with your most exaggerated grumpy face.
"What's so important that you would drag me from the realm of Middle Earth just to see you?" you grumbled.
Killer shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and smirked. "hm? oh i was just bored out of my mind, angel face~"
You sighed and ran your hand down your face. "So, you want me to help you?"
"nope."
"What? Then...why did you come see me?" Now you were really confused and you stared at him for a few seconds, waiting for him to break and claim he was just messing with you.
"i wanna have a movie night and almost everyone else has already agreed. so...?" He wiggled his bonebrows in a playful way until you finally relented.
"Alright, I guess that sounds like it could be fun."
No sooner had you agreed did Killer take your hand and nearly drag you into the common area. You protested from the suddenness, but he only laughed and barely slowed down at all. It seemed you'd have to revisit Middle Earth another time.
"she said yes!" he announced to the other three skeletons.
Axe and Dust seemed to have been trying to figure out which movie to watch, but by the looks of things, they hadn't been able to come to a decision. Nightmare was casually lounging on one of the couches watching the two of them. All three looked up at the news and Axe smiled at you.
"guess i could whip up some snacks. do ya wanna help, lil' chip?" he asked.
You shrugged and glanced over at the tv to see what they had narrowed the choices down to. "Sure, but what movie were we going to watch anyways?"
Dust, Axe, and Killer glanced at each other before saying different titles at the same time, none of which you'd ever heard of before. They then proceeded to start arguing over which was the better movie.
Nightmare sighed and shot you a look that seemed to say "See what I deal with?" You gave him a sympathetic smile before clapping your hands to get the other's attention.
"Why don't we watch all of them and just turn this into a movie marathon night?" you suggested.
Thankfully, your idea seemed acceptable and they nodded in agreement. Even Nightmare seemed suitably impressed which made you quite happy to have solved the argument.
"guess we should start on those snacks then," Axe hummed and started for the kitchen.
"dusty and i could go pick up some pizzas and pop if you're fine with that?" Killer suggested and glanced at the aforementioned individual, who merely shrugged.
"sure, do what ya want," Axe rumbled, not even bothering to stop and look at them.
The two disappeared to presumably go get the food and you went to follow Axe into the kitchen, although not before glancing back at Nightmare. He gave you a bit of a disinterested look before getting up and leaving the common area.
You frowned and started to go after him to figure out if something was wrong, when Axe called out for you.
"ya comin' lil' chip?"
"Yeah, I'll be right there." You hesitated for a moment before hurrying to the kitchen. It seemed you'd have to check in on him later.
You helped make some buttered popcorn, cut up some fresh fruit, and arrange some cookies that Axe had made earlier on a plate. By the time you were done, the other two skeletons had returned with a couple of still hot pizzas and two bottles of pop. You didn't question where they'd likely pilfered them from and neither did Axe, as the answer would likely be either unpleasant or exactly what you suspected they'd done instead of paying like proper monsters.
Just as you were helping to arrange the food where it would be easily accessible, Nightmare reappeared with his arms and tentacles full of various cushions and blankets. While you were a little surprised, you were also glad to see that he was interested in participating in the fun afterall.
It didn't take long to make the floor by the tv extra comfy and get situated. Axe was content to lean against the couch where his large frame wouldn't be blocking anyone. Dust claimed a beanbag chair, which practically swallowed him up, and you were pretty sure he wasn't planning on moving anytime soon. Killer, being the absolute gremlin that he was, went about stealing as many pillows as he could to make a makeshift pillow nest for himself. At first, Nightmare chose the couch, but when you all but insisted that he should join everyone else, he relented and eventually chose to copy Axe, leaning against the couch instead.
Two problems quickly became apparent though. Problem one was that no one could agree on whose movie choice to watch first. Problem two was that you could tell each of the boys wanted you to sit with them.
You really didn't want what was supposed to be a fun evening devolving into a jealous fight. So before anyone could actually get upset, you decided to try and take charge.
"How about this... To keep things fair, I'll just swap places for each movie so that I can sit with all of you in turn," you suggested. Unfortunately, your attempt at a solution wasn't nearly as effective as you'd hoped.
"sooo...who gets to have the cutie to themselves first?" Killer asked. He had a dangerous look on his skull as he spoke and while his tone sounded light, even like he was almost teasing, you knew him well enough by now to know that he wasn't playing around.
"definitely not you," Dust growled and sat up a bit, his gloved hands digging into the bean bag.
Even Axe seemed to stiffen up and his good eye socket narrowed into a harsh glare at his loud-mouthed colleague. His clawed phalanges twitched slightly, as if aching to wringe a certain someone's neck or curl around the handle of the weapon of his namesake.
While Nightmare remained silent, you could tell by the way his tentacles were twitching restlessly, that he was at the very least mildly annoyed by this situation. His cyan eyelight flicked to you and the intensity of his gaze was almost enough to make you want to shrink into yourself. His expression held something else though; a look that you couldn't quite place but one that seemed to suggest he was scheming about something.
You swallowed and managed to tear your eyes away from his piercing gaze. Raising your voice again, you cried out, "No fighting! I have another idea...you should all play rock, paper, scissors to determine the order."
They glanced at each other but no one protested. After playing a few rounds, an order was established, minus Nightmare, who claimed he didn't care when his turn was. Killer won each time making him first, Axe was second, and Dust was third, much to his frustration. Nightmare was content to go last, which of course nobody protested over.
Killer was all too happy to welcome you into his nest. His arms fit snugly around your waist, teasingly close to your pelvis, although he otherwise kept his hands to himself and just continued spooning you during the first movie.
Speaking of, the movie was one of those corny horror movies. It was full of gratuitous violence with plenty of obviously fake gore. Still, you couldn't help but cringe whenever the monster attacked the very doomed side characters. Killer was quick to soothe your nerves with soft whispers of encouragement and occasionally making fun of the many cliches present in the film. Overall, the experience left a sort of thrill coursing through your veins and you were admittedly a little disappointed when the movie was over, a sentiment Killer seemed to mirror, although he attempted to hide it.
Axe had picked a tamer movie, although that wasn't saying much as there were more jump scares than the previous one that never failed to startle you. Still, Axe was also very good at comforting you and multiple times throughout the movie, you felt his eyelight watching your reactions just to make sure you were okay.
You ended up snuggled up against his left side with his hand around your back and resting on your left hand which was on your thigh. You wrapped your right arm around his broad back and laid your head against his ribcage, which inadvertently meant you could listen to the soothing hum of his magic that emanated from his soul.
At some point during the second movie, you glanced over at Nightmare and were a little surprised to find that he seemed a bit bored. It was odd because you had assumed he'd actually get some sort of satisfaction from witnessing how terrified the protagonists of the film were.
He sensed your gaze and glanced over, tilting his skull in a silent question.
"Are you okay?" you mouthed.
His eyelight flicked back to the screen and he shrugged. "It's manufactured fear... I can't gain any benefits from attempting to absorb it," he murmured. When he glanced back at you though, a subtle smirk formed across his skull and he went to say something but stopped himself when Axe took notice of the conversation.
You were momentarily fascinated that there was that much of a difference. Would it be any different if it was a live broadcast and the actors didn't know what was going to happen? You'd have to ask him about it sometime.
You glanced at Nightmare a few more times throughout the movie and occasionally caught him looking a little amused. The boys weren't easily spooked but the rare times one of them was seemed to coincide with those little moments. You figured he was the one who hadn't exactly wanted to have a movie night, however he'd seemingly decided to go along with it anyways. Probably under the guise of this being a group bonding activity like any good boss would host. The thought was actually kind of funny to you now that you knew them all a lot better.
Dust's movie of choice was definitely a thriller, and while you didn't mind the change, it made you feel really anxious, which you hated. It was about an old cop trying to solve a series of murders apparently perpetrated by the one criminal he had failed to bring to justice years prior. The plot was certainly intriguing at points and you could see why he had picked it.
You'd been right on the money earlier when you'd assumed he wasn't planning on budging from the comfortable beanbag for a long while. That was fine of course since he didn't really need to move in order to actually cuddle with you. His idea was for you to sit in his lap so you'd be as close as possible, which you'd expanded on and chosen to sit side saddle. It meant you could both hold each other and he'd get to watch your face, so he didn't protest at all. You wrapped one of your arms around his shoulders and he sort of mimicked the gesture, except he supported your back, leaving your other hand free to hold his other one.
By the time of the fourth movie, which was a classic monster movie about a mad scientist and his creation, you noticed something strange. Save for yourself and Nightmare, everyone else seemed to doze off, almost at the same time too.
Turning to the only possible perpetrator, you narrowed your eyes suspiciously. "Did you...put them to sleep?" you hissed under your breath.
His grin seemed only to grow more smug and even without him saying anything, you knew your suspicions were correct.
"Indeed~" he purred. "It is said that good things come to those who wait. They had their fun, so now I get to have mine..."
Your heart skipped a beat at the deliciously dark tone of voice he'd used. It was at that moment that a flock of butterflies decided to assault your insides with their delicate wings. You'd managed to control yourself with the others but now that you were technically alone with him...well, you weren't sure if that was possible anymore.
He pressed his skull against your hair and growled low in his throat. "I had to watch them hold you so close all this time... Have some empathy, dear..."
A chill went down your spine from the possessive tone of his voice and your tongue felt heavy like it was made of lead. Even if you could complain, he probably wouldn't even listen to you.
Nightmare pulled you into his lap yet again, which seemed to be his preferred method of holding you for whatever reason. Maybe it was because he could cage you in with his arms and tentacles so you couldn't escape. Or maybe he just liked the feeling of having you so intimately close to him. You tried not to dwell on it, partially because you liked it too.
Neither of you said much of anything for a little while, being content to enjoy the closeness and intimacy of this rare moment in time.
He was the one to break the silence first. He seemed to grow restless the longer you went without saying anything and his tentacles twitched with pent up energy, leaving you wondering what was really on his mind today. Then his clawed phalanges hooked under your chin, gently turning it so he could make eye contact and ensure he had your full attention before he even attempted to say anything.
"My dear, I cannot see into what the future holds, but I believe with all my soul that you'll fit in here. You've won over each of my boys in your own way and they've come to care a great deal for you in return."
He paused to take a breath before continuing. "I'm not normally a very...romantic person... But, even I can admit that I care a lot for you. No matter what you think, you matter to us and you've made a difference in our lives...for the better. I hesitate to use the word 'love' as I don't, and maybe can't, exactly feel that...but you will always be safe under my care."
He drew closer to you, his touch growing more tender now, and his tendrils slowly undulating against your clothing. "I promise, dear..." he murmured, almost against your lips, before closing that final distance.
For a moment, you were frozen in place as your brain tried to process what all he'd said. You caught on quickly though and wrapped your arms around his cerebral vertebrae so he wouldn't pull away too soon. You felt him stiffen ever so slightly but he soon relaxed into your embrace and actually deepened the kiss further.
It was over much too soon. You had to separate to catch your breath, although he didn't seem winded in the slightest. There was a soft cyan glow colouring his otherwise dark cheekbones and you could also see a small spark of what you thought might be true happiness in his eyelight.
Neither of you said anything for the short remainder of the film and you snuggled up against him as close as you possibly could get. Your soul was practically leaping for joy in your chest at the implications of what he'd said. You'd been assured by the others, but now you had definitive proof that he really did like you afterall.
Whatever magic he'd used to put everyone else to sleep seemed to fade as the end credits began to roll. One by one, the boys stirred before waking up, although you could see they were still a bit drowsy from the effects of the spell.
"Nice of you all to join us," Nightmare remarked with a chuckle and lightly squeezed your body against himself one last time.
They could only seem to respond with a cacophony of various tired grumbles, which even you had to admit was a little amusing.
Dust was the first to move and his mismatched eyelights scanned the room before locking onto you. The intensity in his tired gaze was nearly breathtaking but you couldn't read what could possibly be going through his mind right now. He dragged himself to his feet and managed to shamble his way over to you like a dead man walking. He ended up collapsing half on top of you so that his skull was resting just above your knees.
As soon as Killer realized what he'd done, he dragged himself over to you as well, plopping himself down on your shins with his skull resting on one of his arms so he could still look up at you. Interestingly, the black ooze that always leaked from his eye sockets had slowed to a meer trickle now, possibly from sleeping?
You were slightly flustered by all this contact at once but there was still one skeleton missing. Glancing over at Axe, you saw that he seemed to be conflicted. His eyelight flicked from his two colleagues to you and back again, while his large hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.
You couldn't exactly reach for him but you motioned with your chin to try and reassure him that you didn't mind if he wanted to join in. That little push was all he needed to scoot over and wrap both you and Nightmare in a big hug.
The aforementioned god let out a low growl of annoyance at basically being smothered and his claws pressed into your waist in a vain attempt to keep you to himself. Yet, he didn't shove any of them away, even though he was plenty strong enough to, as demonstrated when he used his tentacles to move some of the boys and yourself into more comfortable positions.
You couldn't move even if you wanted to and definitely wouldn't be able to for a while. Your eyes were finally starting to grow heavy, but still, you resisted the tempting allure of sleep to enjoy what had turned into a snuggle pile.
It was obvious that all four of them felt strongly about you and if the events leading up to the movie marathon were anything to go by, this wouldn't be the last time you'd need to intervene. Each of them were equally stubborn and also quite dangerous when provoked, which could quickly lead to hurt feelings or injuries.
You would have to either get good at breaking up future arguments or simply pick one of them and stick with your decision. Unfortunately, you didn't want to pick one over the others as you liked each of them equally. You'd have to give this matter a lot of thought.
You were confident you'd make the right choice though...
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