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I really like the word “smitten”. because at first glance you just think of sappy lovey-dovey stuff but also you have to remember this is a word that’s born of the word “smite.” a devastating word. a word that, summarized, means stricken. smitten means stricken as well — struck with devastating affection.

#slay the princess #reblogs!

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this too shall pass

#reblogs!

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Poetry? More like CROWETRY!

Read Crow Time // Read Namesake // Patreon // Store

Crow Time Plush is now up for sale!

#bird stuff #reblogs!

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#nightmare @ Dream #error @ ink #also cross @ ink #alternatively everyone @ ink #reblogs!

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Things I’m learning about All For the Game fans: a lot of y’all didn’t grow up with a cheese drawer in your fridge and it shows

#yes but it’s the meat and cheese drawer #like ham and cheese go in the same area #reblogs!

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fallenasleepyetagain · 7 hours

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Puma, Tiger, Jaguar, Leopard, Bobcat, Lion, Sand cat, Pallas’s cat, Snow leopard, Panther

Big Cats

… a remarkable family that has conquered the world. One family… 40 different faces. They thrive in every landscape… from the frozen north… to the driest deserts. From the most remote, barely explored places… to the heart of our modern world. These are the cats.

#reblogs!

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The Star Sanses running away from The Bad Sanses. Or.... are supposed to, but I never drew the bad sanses.

This were just supposed to be a quick sketch for a "comic" idea I had, but I loved the sketch so much I had to draw this part seriously.

Also, semi redesigns. Not much have changed and Dream's redesign isn't finished.

#star squad #Dream (utmv)#ink (utmv)#blue (utmv)#utmv #reblogs!

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someone just fucking told me homestuck cosplay is

“putting paint on yourself and sticking horns on your head” and that it isnt hard to cosplay homestuck

yes all of these cosplays are super easy no effort required you can just go to the store and buy all of this clearly and just rub shitty halloween store paint all over yourself that is what Homestuck cosplay is

#homestuck #reblogs!

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Flowers - Blue/Nightmare

Media: UTAU/UTMV

Genres: Past/Established character death, established relationship, grief/mourning, Nightmare is going Through It

Characters: King Nightmare, Blue (UTMV), Cross (UTMV), Lonan (OC), various npc characters

Pairings: Nightmare/Blue

CW/TW - Death, grief, idk LOL

Word Count: 1457

Ao3 Link

Blue was gorgeous.

A known fact, really.

Nightmare had yet to meet a person who disagreed with him.

Not like anyone would. Who would tell the King of Negativity that his beloved wasn't the most perfect man in the Multiverse?

Exactly, no one.

People flocked to him; he was beautiful, and sweet, and kind. He was so passionate about his interests and it was infectious. He wasn't perfect, but he was really damn close.

Nightmare didn't think that he would ever get over the fact that out of everyone in the multiverse, Blue had chosen him. Blue had wanted him.

The day their lips, their bodies, first connected was forever melded into his memory. It would never leave him be, and he would never want it too.

The kingdom, every resident: man, woman, and child, adored him as well. That made making him the crown prince a rather easy transition.

That was how the monarchy worked, had Nightmare married a woman (or even been remotely attracted to women), she would've become a princess, not the queen. Had Nightmare passed while Blue was prince, only then would he become a king.

That's how it worked. Nightmare had made the system himself.

"My king?"

Nightmare looked up from his desk, he was getting nowhere with his work. He needed to distract himself from the current event at hand. It was hard, and he needed any distraction he could get.

"Yes, Cross?"

"The welder's finished his work, sir. Would you like me to go get it?"

"No. I will retrieve it myself, thank you, Cross." Nightmare said, sitting up and stretching his back as he stood. He walked past Cross, hands neatly folded behind his back.

"Sir, I-"

"Don't." Nightmare held up a hand, stopping Cross in his tracks. "Please."

"Right. Of course."

The leaves on the trees shook on their branches as he exited the castle, crossing the courtyard before heading into town. Everything was quiet, as if the world has stood still.

It hadn't, though, and Nightmare knew that better than anyone.

Life would continue on, no matter what.

The town itself was also quiet, no sound of merchants or children playing. He wished it wasn't though. He needed things to be normal. To pretend to be normal.

His shoes tapped against the bricks, announcing his presence to his people.

Any other day, people would've cheered for him, adorned him with flowers, and whatever else they did to treat him like the royal he was. He never did care for it, but he found himself longing for it now more than ever.

The welder's shop was located near the center of town, a few buildings down from the uptown fountain. He wandered down the street, ignoring the occasional looks at him through someone's window.

"Ah, my king." The welder, an older gentleman by the name of Lonan, opened the door before Nightmare could even touch the handle. "Welcome in, please. Make yourself at home."

Nightmare gave him a kind, passing glance, before stepping into the shop, needing to duck his head down to avoid bumping into the door frame. His gaze followed Lonan as he trotted through his shop, fidgeting with his leather vest.

"Allow me to retrieve the crown. It was an honor being able to work for you, my king. Never have I worked with such a metal, it was such a privilege!"

Before Lonan could continue, Nightmare raised his hand, stopping him.

"Right! Of course, I shall get it for you now."

The soft patter of Lonan hobbling away grew quieter, and Nightmare was left with his thoughts once more. He never thought that it would happen so soon, he had prepared for it, of course. And yet he still couldn't believe it had happened.

"The crown, my lord."

The shiny box was opened, displaying a beautifully carved and elegant crown. It was more adjacent to a tiara, but it was utterly perfect for the man who wore it.

It was made with a fine, glimmering silver, and adorned with blue gems collected from all over the world. Nightmare picked them out specifically, meant to match his beloved's eyes. And they did their job perfectly, accenting those gorgeous, blue eyes, and yet never overshadowing them.

The crown looked good as new, thanks to Lonan's expert talent. It had broke, not utterly shattered, thank god, but the silver had been scratched and one of the gems had been cracked.

However, it looked as if nothing had happened. Even the sapphire looked good as new. How did he do that?

Nightmare took the box from Lonan, holding it close to his chest. "It's perfect, thank you."

"Anything for you, my king!"

"Your payment will be delivered by my guard. My apologies for not having it on me."

"Ah, do not apologize your majesty! It is no issue." Lonan opened the door for Nightmare, he stepped outside, leaning against it. His face fell for a moment, eyes glancing towards the brick road before slowly gazing back up at Nightmare. "My king, I...I am so-"

"Please. Do not. You've done more than enough for me."

"I...Of course, your highness."

Nightmare wasn't sure how much more he could take. He needed to get home. Now.

If one more person came up to him and tried to say anything, he might have an aneurism.

"My king, sir?"

Fuck.

A small girl with large brown eyes looked up at him, her black hair long and in a neat bun situated at the base of her neck. She had tan skin and many freckles dotting her body. She wore normal townsfolk garb: a dark colored skirt with a light shirt underneath, and a deep purple bodice on top.

Purple was a color found nearly everywhere in Nightmare's kingdom. It wasn't just for royalty, it was the color of the kingdom, not just him.

In her arms was a bouquet of small blue flowers, wrapped neatly in fabric and a ribbon bow.

Nightmare got down on one knee, making sure they were eye level with each other. He smiled softly at her, "Yes, my dear?"

"I got these for you." She said, as she handed him the flowers. Her voice stayed soft and monotone and she looked up at him as he stood up. "I'm sorry about your loss."

"...Thank you."

"He was a good man."

"Indeed. He was." Nightmare smiled because if he didn't, he worried that he might break.

The girl's mother pulled her away and he nodded at the family, a silent thanks. The walk back to the castle was agony, his eyes constantly darting down to the flowers in his hand.

Forget-me-not's.

A beautiful flower, small, blue.

Perfect.

"...My lord." Cross approached Nightmare when he entered the castle. "We have to, um, move him. Soon."

Cross couldn't finish his sentence, but he didn't have to.

To preserve the body.

"Understood. I will be a moment." Nightmare nodded, trying to keep his voice as monotone and calm as he could.

"Uh. Nice flowers?"

Nightmare couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, Cross."

The casket was open, completely unsealed, his body still open against the elements. He was nestled into white, silk cushions, with a soft outfit that wouldn't bother his sensory needs.

Not like it would matter, considering he was dead, but Nightmare wouldn't do anything but honor him in death.

Even in death, he smiled. Nightmare leaned against the casket, brushing his brown curls off of his cold forehead. His eyes, gorgeous eyes, were closed, his face pulled into a relaxed smile.

"You are so beautiful, my dear." Nightmare choked on his words as he kneeled beside the casket. His fingers played with Blue's curls, his breathing beginning to quiver.

With the small bouquet in his hands, he slowly began to pluck the flower from the rest of the plant, gently putting them in his hair.

The remains of the bouquet gently landed on the tiles beside the casket. All of the flowers had been plucked from their stems and placed in Blue's hair.

A stifled sob came from Nightmare as he stood up, hands clamped on the edge of the casket. The box containing Blue's crown had been placed on a nearby stand, and Nightmare pried it open, situating it on his forehead.

Gorgeous.

It didn't compare to Blue's, of course. And yet, it suited him perfectly.

"My king..." Cross said softly, approaching as silently as he could. "We...really need to move him. The casket."

Nightmare nodded, wordless as he stood up, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. He took a final look at his love, gently caressing his cheek.

"The next time we meet, my beloved, you'll be alive, and you'll never leave my side again."

#fallen's writing #king nightmare #blue (utmv)#nightmare/blue #cross (utmv)#utmv #nightmare sans #swap sans #nightblue #nightberry #belladonna #nightmare x blue #utmv fanfic #grief #character death

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remember taking those "what job should you have" tests in middle school and the questions were like "do you think people deserve to suffer?"

#reblogs!

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life actually gets better when you leave the house consistently btw like im serious

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I heard reference to something about how all anime are required to have good looking cabbage because of That One Time. So simply looking up "anime cabbage" I found the source.

Some harem anime way back in the day had an episode where the characters cooked, and they animated cabbage so terribly like this it left a bad mark on the anime community forever. Apparently this is part of the reason why all food usually looks good in anime, even moreso than the regular show sometimes. With cabbage being especially well drawn.