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erinawritesheadcanons2 · 6 months

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Could I ask for either a poly or love triangle with the DreamTale twins? They’re my comfort characters and I’m not doing too well emotionally recently. Love what I’ve read of your work! Have a good day! <3

Nightmare Sans and Dream Sans Love Triangle Headcanons, Ink and Error Love Triangle, Underfell Sans and Underswap Sans Love Triangle

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A/N: Hello there @artsyfangirl! I hope you do not mind that I am adding Fell and Blueberry as well as Ink and Error. Just take it as a bonus for you since you don't really have a good day!

Warning: Cursing from Fell

Gender: Neutral

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Nightmare Sans and Dream Sans

Almost impossible because the two of them are different and we cannot forget that Dream Sans and Nightmare Sans would always fight with each other as Nightmare is the leader of Bad Sanses and Dream Sans is the leader of Star Sanses.

It is like a war because the two of them are going to end up fighting with each other despite the war between the Bad Sanses and the Star Sanses ended many years ago but it's not as aggressive between Ink and Error Sans

Dream Sans going to steal your attention by trying to make you laugh with his silly antics or his stupid but funny jokes as he would talk with you.

He would also try to steal your attention by giving small but meaningful gifts, something like little trinkets, keychains, or maybe a hand-made sweet ( I headcanon that Dream can bake).

And he would also always listen to you talking about anything even though he does not understand. He would try to understand them and give the response that you want but sometimes....it fails.

Unlike Dream, Nightmare is much less obvious when he tries to steal your attention away from Dream Sans. He would secretly tell you about all the bad things Dream did.

When Dream is not around, he keeps you in his room and not letting you go out but keeps you around as his tentacles would hold you. Sometimes, his words could make you turn red because he would whisper those 'You look dazzling my dear in this outfit but you look even more amazing if you don't wear them.' (AYO- WHAT THE FUCK)

Trying to impress you by showing you what Dream might not have but he has it (For example, if you love the library. He would allow you to read the books in there and he would be your tutor).

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The stars sparkle under the darkness of the sky and two creatures stand together to see all of the stars since the stars shine the brightest at twelve at midnight. A skeleton with a golden cape and light blue jacket standing close next to his crush. They/he/she has (H/C) hair colour with (H/L) hair length with a pair of mesmerizing (E/C) eye colours and (S/C) skin colour.

Using his powers and the staff he always brought around, he created a portal into the Outertale Universe, a place where the stars were brighter than ever, and dreams seemed to come to life. (Y/N) was completely captivated by the mesmerizing beauty of the Outertale Universe. The stars twinkled with an enchanting light, and the whole place exuded a sense of peace.

On the other realm were a pair of cyan eyes seeing the sight from the crystal ball. A skeleton with tentacles and goopy slime all over him watched his brother being romantic to (Y/N) from the shadows, jealousy brewing within him as he saw Dream Sans and (Y/N) together in the Outertale Universe.

It did not take much time for a dark and swirling portal to appear far away from where Dream Sans and (Y/N) stood together to enjoy the sight of the stars, and ominous black tentacles emerged. They snaked towards you, reaching out like a rubber band and wrapping around (Y/N).

The cold sensation around the waist made (Y/N) (L/N) gasps in aghast, horror, and surprise. It was tight enough so you could not escape from the grip but it was not hard enough to hurt you in any way since he did not want you to get hurt. Nightmare Sans, who had been lurking in the shadows, had seized this opportunity to snatch you away from Dream Sans

Dream Sans was taken aback, a mixture of shock and horror painted across his usually cheerful face. In the blink of an eye, the person with (H/C) hair colour and (S/C) skin colour was taken away from Dream Sans and Outertale, leaving him in a stupor. "Oh no! I should go to Nightmare's castle!" He pulled out the staff from his belt.

On the other side of the world, (Y/N) crosses her/his/their arms together and stares at the goopy skeleton with a black stare. You are clearly not amused by his little stunt. "What are you looking at, don't give me that look," Nightmare Sans rolls his pinpricks. "Really? Suddenly kidnapping me out of nowhere when I was hangout with Dream?" (Y/N) squints her/his/their eyes. "Ughh, what so great about Outertale? I can bring you there every day if you want. I could even bring you to a better place," Nightmare scoffs.

The battle between the two brothers raged on, neither willing to back down as they wanted your attention and no one else could have it. . As this pattern continued, (Y/N) grew increasingly not amused with Dream Sans and Nightmare Sans constantly kidnapping her/him/them out of nowhere.

The constant fighting between the two skeleton brothers had become more of a burden than a romantic pursuit, and they/she/he wished for a way to break free from this never-ending cycle. "You two really acting like five years old. I'm even more impressed nowadays kids seem to be more mature than you two," (Y/N) mutters.

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Ink Sans and Error Sans

If the love triangle between Nightmare and Dream Sans is already bad. Ink Sans and Error Sand would be much worse than those two because they would constantly FIGHT for your attention.

It is so bad that sometimes it feels like you could just take a chair and popcorn just to watch the drama between these two because they would fight for anything, not just your attention.

Ink Sans when trying to get your attention is by bringing you to the portal and showing you all of the beautiful Alternate Universes to impress you since he is the protector of Aus.

He would also just steal you away when you have free time to draw together with him. Sometimes, he would throw bits of compliments on your drawing, even if it was bad. He just likes your creativity.

He would also try to create something out of his paintbrush, small gifts maybe something adorable such as plushies and giving it to you to make you happy.

Error Sans is not as romantic as Ink Sans sadly so he had difficulty stealing your attention but I can see that he would bring you to some beautiful AUS despite him being an AU's destroyer, to watch the star.

Protects you from the other skeletons surprisingly and not letting anyone touch you, especially Ink Sans as he glares at the protector of AU's since he knows Ink also has a crush on you.

Also, he's a bit of a bully. To get your attention, he would make fun of you and give you tons or ridiculous nicknames just to piss you off and he's always amused each time you react to him.

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On the small beanbag inside of the living room, a person with (H/C) hair colour with (H/L) hair length and a pair of (E/C) eye colour as well as (S/C) skin colour sitting on it with books sprawled around the small chair. (Y/N) had been enjoying a peaceful afternoon, nestled comfortably in the bean bag. Their/her/his eyes scan every word of the book.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, the perfect ambience for your novel. You had just begun to immerse yourself in the world of words when, out of nowhere, a mysterious portal appeared in the corner of the room. The portal was glowing with the colour of the rainbow decorating it.

Startled by the sudden appearance of the portal, (Y/N) dropped their book, their heart racing. From the portal emerged the skeleton with a spot of ink on his cheek, a giant paintbrush on his back and a giant brown cape draped on his back. The protector of the multiverse as he would protect the universes from certain skeletons.

"Hey (Y/N)!" Ink said cheerfully, a wide smile on his face. "What are you doing?" "I was just reading, Ink. What's going on?" Still, a bit bewildered by the unexpected visit, (Y/N) stammered to Ink Sans. "Well, I had this idea for some collaborative drawing, and I thought, who better to join me than you? We could create something amazing together!" Ink's pinpricks twinkled in excitement.

(Y/N) was initially hesitant because the books that you had been reading had not finished and it was in the chapter where the main character faced their rival. But the idea of spending time drawing and the thought about the possibility of creating art together with Ink sounded fun too. "Sure, why not? Let's go," (Y/N) agreed with a smile.

With a bright smile, Ink Sans gestured for (Y/N) to follow him back through the portal and leave behind the book that (Y/N) still had not finished. But all of that excitement was gone as (Y/N) and Ink went inside the portal. Unsurprisingly, there is another guest who was not invited by Ink. "Oh no....you gotta be kidding me," Ink sighs.

The skeleton stepped off from the strings once he saw Ink and (Y/N) on the ground. The familiar black skeleton with a black coat, blue hood and black slippers strutted up to both Ink Sans and (Y/N). "iT HaS BeEn SuCh a LonG Time Isn'T it? bUddY?" A smug smile spread across his face. "Error, Leave us alone. You had already spent time with (Y/N) yesterday. Today is my turn," Ink Sans rolls his pinpricks. "NaAh. I Don't ThiNK sO," Another portal appears behind him.

Ink Sans quickly took the giant paintbrush from his back so he could create a shield for you but he was too late because the strings were wrapped on every one of your limbs. Error Sans created another portal of his own and, with (Y/N) wrapped on his strings, stepped into it, disappearing from Ink's realm.

You couldn't help but let out a sigh of frustration. Turning to Error Sans, he was smirking and holding you as if you were his captive. "Error, you know we spent time together yesterday. You could have given Ink a chance. This isn't fair to him," you scold him,your irritation was evident in your tone.

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Underfell Sans and Underswap Sans

A love triangle between Underfell Sans, You, and Underswap Sans might be a little ridiculous because it feels like you are taking care of a skeleton that acts like a golden retriever and also some kind of skeleton that acts like an emo with anger issues.

The other one is going to bully you just to get your attention and just to see your reaction and the other one is trying to hog all of your attention and will follow you everywhere.

Underswap Sans can be a little bit of an attention seeker because he would try to make tacos ( and end up burning all of them or using the wrong condiment and creating something inedible).

If you are busy, would give you that sad look on you before begging you to hang out with him and when Underfell was too late to ask you, he would secretly smirk.

He actually knows that he does look innocent and cute despite he hate of getting called cute but when Fell was angry at him and you saw him. He will use his cuteness to get you on his side.

Underfell Sans can be a bully just like Error Sans but a little bit worse because he won't just be calling you ridiculous names. He would make you dress up for a deal, make you watch a scary movie, and be a menace.

Not surprisingly he would bring you to Grillby's bar to hang out with you and surprisingly he asked Grilly to help him out. Even though, he would end up having more tabs. He would pay for your meals and drinks as he wants you to taste the monster food too.

Underfell Sans also steals your attention by playing games together with you. I believe he knows many great games and he always invites you to play a multiplayer game with him.

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The temperature of the kitchen is rising as the sun goes up in the middle of the day, a person with luscious (H/C) hair and striking (E/C) eyes sat in the kitchen, typing away on your computer. The soft glow of her screencast a warm, amber hue across your face, illuminating the (E/C) eye colours.

It had been a long day, and they/she/he was racing against the clock to finish the mountain of files that had been assigned to her/him/them by the old-bladed head manager. But it won't stop nature from doing its job as (Y/N)'s stomach chooses this inopportune moment to growl with hunger.

You could not help but let out a quiet sigh, torn between your desire for food or the commitment to completing the tasks that had piled up. (Y/N) knew that they/she/he couldn't afford to lose any more time, but the rumbling stomach seemed to have other plans. With a heavy heart, (Y/N) decided to take a brief break.

She/he/they stood up from the chair and stretched their/her/his tired limbs and (Y/N) knew a hungry tummy would only distract the process of working and finishing the papers. In the fridge, you found some leftover chicken and colourful bell peppers. It was the perfect opportunity to whip up something quick and satisfying.

Before (Y/N) could make something, you could hear someone scream, "Mwehehehee! The magnificent blue is here!" Startled, (Y/N) turns around to see Underswap Sans. "Oh, hey Blue. Do you need anything?" (Y/N) tilts their/her/his head a little bit in curiosity. "Human! I heard your stomach grumbling! It was quite loud, human! how 'bout I whip up some tasty tacos for you??" The skeleton asks.

(Y/N) couldn't help but glance up at the ceiling, remembering that the Jolly Skeleton wasn't the best cook. His previous attempt at making tacos had been a disaster, he managed to burn them, and then, in a whimsical attempt to salvage the situation, he had sprinkled glitter on the charred mess. (Y/N) had tried to be polite and take a bite, but it had been quite a horrible mistake.

As (Y/N) hesitated, contemplating whether to accept his offer or not, the door to the kitchen from the living room was suddenly slammed open, causing both Underswap Sans and (Y/N) to jump in surprise. Standing in the doorway was Underfell Sans. "Oi, loser, You said you're hungry? Why don't we get some grillby on the corner? The dumb baby tacos aren't edible for your intestine," Underfell Sans grumbled as he glanced at Underswap Sans.

(Y/N) felt relieved as Underfell Sans gave a solution or an easy way out of the situation. You didn't want to hurt Underswap Sans's feelings, but you also didn't want to endure another round of eating burnt glittery tacos. (Y/N) turned to Underswap Sans and gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks for the offer, Sans, but I think I'll go with Underfell Sans this time. I'm craving for French fries," You told him. "B-but those are unhealthy! They have so much grease!" Underswap Sans said.

Underswap Sans couldn't hide the disappointment that washed over him when (Y/N) rejected his offer. He let out a resigned sigh and watched as Underfell Sans escorted (Y/N) out of the kitchen. There was a pang of sadness in his eye sockets before his eyes shifted to Underfell Sans who silently glared at him, puffing his cheeks altogether.

He turned to look at Underfell, who was secretly smirking at him. Underfell was well aware that he had managed to steal (Y/N)'s attention away, and the competitive edge between the two skeletons continued to burn.

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cakesmelons · 1 year

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I decided to draw a fun scenario for some of my first fav sans ships

I understand my handwriting is shit so, transcript :

N : “Neither of you are allowed to fall for star sanses”

H : “Nightmare! I fell for someone not a star sans!” (L : “Horror wtf)

N : “ No Horror! He’s WORSE!”

#nightmare sans #killer sans #killer x nightmare #lust sans #horror sans #error sans #ink sans #blueberry sans #dust sans #lust x horror #ink x error #errorink #error!sans #ink!sans #dustberry #undertale aus #sans aus

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fallenasleepyetagain · 5 months

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Reveal - Nightmare/Blue Fic

Prompt: Secret Relationship (reveal)

Prompt from: @yearoftheotpevent

Media: Undertale AUs/UTMV

Genres: Romance (but in heavy air quotes), betrayal, dark fic (?), betrayal, human AU, idk what else lol

Characters: King Nightmare, Blue, Dream, Killer, Ink (mentioned), Error (mentioned), Horror (mentioned), Cross (mentioned)

Pairing: Nightmare/Blue

CW/TW - Manipulation, Implications of Abuse, Toxic behavior (?), mentions of violence, mentions of almost dying, being high mention, Nightmare being a piece of work

Other Notes: yes this is my second nightblue piece in like a month im ill for them sorry not sorry also a bittttt darker than i usually write? but i still think its ok also this is one of my most recent fics in it with a time/space jump! i hope its not too bothersome :0

Word Count: 4273 Words

The storm raged deep into the night, beating against the walls of the house, the wind screaming and howling as the rain poured down from the gray sky. It was perfect. The rain and thunder hid any sounds of Blue leaving and re-entering the house. Being out in the rain was cold, it soaked into his clothes and sunk into his skin. Drying off wouldn’t be an issue, and neither would sneaking back into the house after his excursion. At least, if things went his way. He wasn’t sure why he thought that this would be easy, it never was. Life enjoyed giving him what he wanted before sucker-punching him in the gut.

Getting back in the way he got back out was out of the question, climbing from the ground to the second story window that led into his room in this rain was unthinkable. Scaling up the wet bricks would surely lead to him crashing onto the back porch, and that would be a whole other issue. Teleporting was also out of the equation. To prevent intruders, they had set up a system to alert the three of them if any magic crossed the threshold of the house. Unfortunately, that included Blue.

There was a single light on in the house, and it belonged to the TV. Blue watched the channels change, someone trying to settle on one. He mentally swore over and over as he pressed himself against the front door, trying to hide from the rain. Why was he up right now?! It was three in the morning, he was never awake this early!

Rise and rest with the sun. That is how he functioned. Blue couldn’t remember a single time when Dream was awake in the middle of the night. And yet, there he was! At three in the morning! Watching TV!

Blue ran his hands up his face, the rainwater soaking into his skin, pushing his curly hair up. He could handle it being Ink. Ink would likely be stoned out of his mind, and if he wasn’t, he didn’t give a shit if Blue came home late, as suspicious as it was. The worst he would receive from Ink would be some teasing, borderline ridicule. But from Dream? Dream, someone who he respected more than anyone else, and someone who he would consider his best friend? Dream would ask. Interrogate. And he would have no choice but to tell the truth. Dream could read him like a book, and would see through his lies in an instance.

As the cold began to set in, he surrendered himself to the only option he had. He had wracked his brain for an alternative, some way to avoid the confrontation he knew he was about to have. There was always the option of waiting him out, but he wasn’t exactly jumping at the opportunity to spend more time in the cold rain. Maybe he could pull this off, somehow. Dream was likely very drowsy; Blue could tell by the way he half-heartedly switched through channels that he was forcing himself to stay awake. Why he was doing that, Blue couldn’t say. He hoped that it wasn’t because Dream noticed his disappearance.

With a cold and trembling hand, Blue opened the front door, pushing it open with his shoulder. He had to force it closed, the wind fighting him as he did so. As the door shut with a gentle click!, the TV paused. It was on some documentary that Blue doubted Dream was interested in. He didn’t move far into the house, allowing his clothing and hair to drip onto the mat by the front door. Dream twisted his body, facing Blue with only his face, his hips still facing the TV. It looked incredibly uncomfortable and Blue doubted he would stay in the position for long.

Due to the heavy rainstorms that have been happening in their world, the trio had been keeping towels next to the front door as of late. Using one of them, Blue managed to get most of the water out of his curls and clothes, although he would stay a little damp until he changed.

“Where were you, huh?” Despite the playful tone of Dream’s voice, Blue felt his heart leap into his throat. His heart slammed against his ribcage as he got rid of the water soaked into the scarf onto the towel. He slipped his scarf around his neck, feeling the texture on his face as he gathered his thoughts.

A lie was out of the question, Dream knew his tics.

However, maybe he didn’t have to lie. It wasn’t a lie if he didn’t give Dream all of the information, right?

“Oh, you know.” Blue spoke, flinging Dream’s playful tone back at him. He managed a slight smile, despite the anxiety bubbling in his stomach.

Dream chuckled. He finally decided that twisting his body at the waist was uncomfortable and sat up on the couch, arms resting on the upper couch cushions. He leaned into the palm of his hand, watching as Blue discarded his boots next to the shoe rack.

“I don’t, actually.” He dropped the smirk on his face in favor of something softer. “Indulge me?”

“Mmm…” Blue hummed, wringing out his gloves over the kitchen sink. He had flicked on the one light right above the sink and none else. It wasn’t necessary, as he knew the layout of the kitchen better than the back of his hand, and turning on more lights would awaken Ink, and that would be a whole other problem to deal with!

How much could he hide from Dream? Maybe skewing the truth would work just fine…

“I was with Cross.” Not exactly false.

Dream’s face dropped, which Blue expected. He turned back around on the couch, grumbling to himself. The mere mention of Cross should dissuade Dream from continuing the conversation entirely. Both Cross and Dream disliked each other greatly, but Blue could not figure out why. Their personalities clashed, sure, but Blue didn’t think it was to that high of a degree.

“And?”

“Huh?” “You were with,” Dream grit his teeth as he stood up, brushing off his black jeans before walking into the kitchen. “Cross, and? What did you do with him?”

Blue was still a little damp by the time Dream got over, but he didn’t mind. It would dry. As Dream walked over, he flicked off the light, leaving the two in darkness. The only light source was the TV, which was beginning to dim, and Dream’s golden eyes. Dream leaned against the counter, one hand on it, the other on his waist. His posture was casual, he wasn’t upset. At least, Blue hoped he wasn’t reading it wrong.

“...We were in a library.”

Blue hoped that the darkness would shield his nervous tics, shield Dream from his lies.

“Was this a planned meeting?”

“Yes.” Again, not a lie. Not fully.

The silence wrapped around his neck like a noose, leaving him breathless. He couldn’t read Dream’s face, both due to his incredible poker face and the darkness around them. He cocked his head to the side, thinking.

“You could’ve told me, y’know.”

Oh thank the heavens.

“I mean, I don’t like Cross, at all, but I respect your relationship with him. I’m not going to like, stop you from seeing him or anything.” Dream kept his arms crossed as he spoke, his body relaxed as he shrugged. “Buuut, I feel like you're hiding something. You’ve got this nervous energy around you, B. Did something happen?”

There it was. He should’ve known Dream would catch on eventually. It was hard to hide things from someone who could read your feelings. Blue sighed, the sound of his heart pounding in his head was clogging up his mind. He leaned against the counter by the sink, his hands gripping onto the countertop.

“You can tell me anything. Even if it has to do with Cross or whoever.”

Blue inhaled sharply, his resolve faltering. He got no pleasure from hiding and lying to Dream (or to anyone, for that matter). Maybe he could just be honest?

No, only a naïve fool would allow himself to think with such optimism.

“Why can’t a guy have his secrets?” It took all that Blue had to keep his voice stable, not allowing the anxiety to bubble over into his voice. If he could play defensive, and then change the subject, then he’d be able to get off scot free.

“Why can’t that guy tell his best friend his secrets?”

“Ah…” Blue glanced away, the smallest bit of anger pooling inside of him. Despite his inherent goodness, Dream was one to play underhanded, and pulling out the ‘best friend’ card was a cheap tactic! He ran his hand through his damp curls, pushing them off of his forehead. He kept his eyes on the floor as he ran his hand down the back of his head, his hand resting on the side of his neck. He flinched as his fingers pressed down on the tender spot on his neck, his face twisting as he shoved his hand back into his pants pocket.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“You jumped. Are you hurt, let me see.” Dream stepped closer, flicking on the sink light. Blue shrunk away, hiding in his scarf. His mind was whirling, he needed to get out of this, he needed to divert Dream’s attention. This was possibly the worst thing that could happen. He couldn’t believe he flinched like that! He knew it was there, the blemish was still warm, it stayed warm, even when the cold rain soaked into his skin.

“Dream, I…” He didn’t get the chance to finish as Dream pulled him back into the light, holding onto his forearms. Dream turned him to the right, allowing the light to hit the left side of his body. His nails dug into the palms of his hands as Dream shifted his scarf down his shoulder. Goosebumps appeared along his skin as Dream’s warm hand touched the side of his neck.

“What is…?” Dream murmured, getting closer to Blue, eyes squinted. “It’s not a bruise, is it?”

Reserving himself to the situation, Blue nodded, his voice barely audible. “No.”

“Then it’s…” Dream’s eyes widened and he pulled back, confusion and hurt dancing across all of his features. “Cross didn’t give you that, now did he?”

“Of course not.”

“So you lied.”

“Not exactly.” Blue strained, giving Dream distance, space. He messed with his scarf, having it cover his neck once more. “I was with Cross, and I was in a library.”

“Nightmare’s library.”

And there it was. The nail in the coffin.

“...Yes.” Blue said, his voice hoarse and throat dry.

All of Dream’s hurt became anger at the mention of Nightmare. Blue staggered further back, getting out of Dream’s way, out of his reach. He watched as Dream’s face contorted, his mind trying to wrap around his betrayal.

As much as he hated calling it that, there was no other word. His hand went up to his neck once more, slipping underneath his scarf. His fingers gently ran across the hickey, he had to make sure that it was really there.

“So, so lemme get this straight.” Blue could hear the hurt, the barely contained anger, in Dream’s voice. “You, knowingly, went to Nightmare’s castle, not just a meet up in another timeline, no, you purposefully went into the homebase of that bastard, and let him suck on your neck!”

Blue’s body stiffened, his shoulders going tense. “That…is what happened, yes.”

“Why?” Dream snapped, his hands balling into fists. Blue’s eyes widen at the sight of his fists, his heart slamming in his chest. Seeing this, Dream took a long, deep breath, and loosened his hands. He had never hurt Blue, but other people had. He didn’t blame Blue for his reaction. With a deep breath, he ran a hand through his hair, pushing his coils back. “I need you to tell me why you ran off to…to him of all people!

“Please. Let me understand. Make me understand why.”

“I…” Blue sighed, dropping his hands. “Okay.”

Dream kept his arms crossed, folded tightly over his chest as he gave Blue time to think. Time to get his thoughts in order. He shifted on his feet, heart slamming in his chest. He was about to admit everything. The prospect of that was…terrifying. He didn’t want to lose Dream as a friend, or lose him at all! At the same time, though, he didn’t want to stop speaking, or getting intimate with, Nightmare. Would he be forced to pick?

The more he thought about it, if he had to choose one or the other, he was beginning to realize that, maybe, his loyalties didn’t lie with Dream. A scary thought, considering he would have shot someone point-black with a blaster for Dream. When did this change? Where he would pick Nightmare over Dream?

“Do you remember the fight up in the mountains? The one where Ink and I evacuated an entire town from an avalanche?” “How could I forget?” Dream said, laughing a little. “I searched for days looking for you in the snow, only for it to turn out that Nightmare had taken you.”

“Yeah. That was the fight that, ah, started everything.”

“What do you mean? He took you prisoner, B.” Dream scowled as he spoke, concern rising in him. He knew about Blue’s relationship (if you could even call it that) with Error, the guy was too trusting. Too full of optimism. Believing that everyone could be a good person, if they just try. Horror dawned on him. Nightmare could, and would, use that.

“Not exactly. You see…I was trapped under the snow.” Blue took a deep breath. “It was scary, I could barely breathe, it was cold, and I couldn’t use my magic. I…I thought I wasn’t going to make it.”

“Oh, B…”

“But I did! Obviously,” Blue snorted. “It was Nightmare, actually, who fished me out. I don’t really remember what had happened, but when I woke up, I was in Nightmare’s castle.”

“The dungeon.” “No.”

“No?” Dream asked, an eyebrow rising.

“I was on a couch by a fireplace covered in blankets. And when I sat up…Nightmare was there.”

Blue half expected Dream to say something, but he was prompted to continue.

“I was scared, at first. I thought he was going to hurt me. He promised that he wouldn’t.”

“And you believed him.”

“I…” Blue flushed with embarrassment, “Yes. I did. And he didn’t! We just…talked. It was really nice, actually.”

“What.” Dream’s face flashed with a sense of hurt and anger once more, and Blue’s face fell in response.

“Dream, listen. I had never had a conversation like that before! It was like…like we clicked. I’ve never had such an intellectually stimulating conversation before!” Much to Dream’s alarm, Blue’s cheeks visibly warmed and his lips pulled themselves into a smile. “It was incredible!”

“Oh my God, you don’t see it.”

The smile dropped from Blue’s face, his arms going down to his side. “See what?”

“That he’s using you!” Dream hissed, anger filling him up once more. Anger at Nightmare, anger at Blue. “He’s using your trust to hurt me, to make you believe that you can trust him! He’s been fucking with you, and you fell for it!”

“That’s not…We’ve had our differences in the past but, I think that-”

“If by differences you mean tormenting you, then sure.”

“Dream-”

“But by all means, if you want to run off and be with him, I won’t stop you.” Dream gripped onto his forearms, teeth grinding together as he spoke. “I mean, I get it, really, he’s got the castle, the tentacles, the throne, the never ending cruelty. Didn’t realize that was your type.”

Blue could feel the venom being spit at him when Dream spoke. His heart slammed in his chest, and a familiar lump began to grow in his throat.

“Why are you so angry?” He croaked.

“Because you’re pissing me off! He’s obviously using you for ulterior means and the fact that you can’t see it, that you’re letting him mark you and who knows what else, makes me want to tear my hair out!”

Dream met eyes with Blue, and his body softened, just slightly, when he saw Blue’s wide eyes and pursed lips. He rubbed his forehead, nails still digging into his skin. “I can’t…I can’t deal with this, with you, right now. Just…go.”

“What?”

“Get out! I need some time to think. So go.”

“...Okay.” Blue whispered, voice trembling. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, forcing him to make a mad dash for the front door, his hands shaking as he opened the door. Outside, rain and thunder greeted him, but his legs forced him out, boots smacking against the buddy ground. Just when he was starting to get dry, the rain soaked him again, running down his face and making his clothes feel colder. He couldn’t tell if he was crying or not; rain and tears felt about the same. That was probably for the better.

Perhaps it was deranged of him to know who was at the door by how they knocked. However, it made his job a whole lot easier. Knowing who was coming in by the knock allowed him to have a few, sweet, seconds to prepare himself, to know how he should be presenting himself. With Cross, he would stand, if he wasn’t already, and take his position as Cross’s superior. There was no such thing as being too formal with Cross, it was informality that was the issue. For better or for worse, Cross felt more comfortable, or simply less anxious, if he knew who was in charge, and if that person made it clear. If he had to guess, this complex was likely his father’s doing. With Horror, on the other hand, being informal was the goal. He would often stay sitting down, being casual, and as open as he could be.

The rapping at the door told Nightmare that it was Killer who needed his presence. Killer knocked with his knuckles, brushing his hand against the door. There was no need to stand with Killer, although he would limit the informality. Killer was a wildcard, who knew how he would interpret certain things. Nightmare supposed that was somewhat his fault.

“You may enter.”

The door creaked open, and Killer slipped in like a shadow, barely making a sound. He stood at the door, as Nightmare had taught him to do, waiting. Nightmare finished his sentence, setting the quill down before gesturing to Killer to come with two fingers. He quickly read over what he had written in response before deeming it good enough before turning his attention towards Killer.

One of his legs was propped up, the ankle resting on the other knee. Nightmare leaned his face against the back of his hand, his teal eyes settling on Killer’s pure black ones.

“Whacha workin’ on?”

“Settling a land dispute. Nothing particularly interesting.” Contrary to popular belief, his title as King wasn’t just for show. He had a proper kingdom, and it was his job to make sure it stayed afloat. He may rule with an iron fist, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t care. “What do you want?”

“It's Blue.”

Ah, Blue. Nightmare hummed, smiling at the name. He was endearing, and kind. Despite his moments of incredibly handy naïveté, he was quite intelligent. Not the greatest conversationalist, but intriguing enough to forgive his struggle with small talk. He had to admit that he quite enjoyed the conversation the day he plucked Blue from the snow. If he had to be completely honest, it was a spur of the moment action. He didn’t want Blue to perish, not in such a fashion. Taking him home though, that wasn’t his plan. At least initially. It just so happened to work out that way, and it spurred on one of the schemes he had put on the backburner.

Earning Blue’s trust, his unwavering loyalty, and then ripping him from Dream’s hands.

“He’s at the front door, Boss.” “So soon?” Nightmare grinned, completely unsurprised. “Let him in. He knows the way.”

After all of their meetings, all of their erotic rendezvous, if Blue didn’t know his way to Nightmare’s bedroom by heart, then it would be a surprise.

It took a minute, maybe three, although Nightmare wasn’t paying attention, for Blue to come barreling into the room, damp with rainwater and his body trembling, likely for more reason than one. A towel was half-hazardly draped over his shoulders, likely given to him when he made his way up here.

“Back already? Did you miss me that much?” Nightmare grinned as he stood up, stretching his back a little as he did so.

“No- Well, I mean,” Blue chuckled, cheeks flushing. “Yes, I did, b-but that’s not why I’m here! I…”

Blue fidgeted with his hands, glancing away. “It’s Dream. He, um, found out.” Nightmare could feel the terror radiating off of him. It was as if Blue expected him to get angry, get aggressive. Not like this was unexpected, especially when they had spent so much time fighting against each other, when Nightmare spent so much time terrorizing him, feeding on his sweet, negative emotions.

“Found out what?” Nightmare asked, getting closer and gently holding Blue’s cold hands. He made a point to keep his voice low, his body language unthreatening.

“About you.”

“About us?”

“Mhm…” Nightmare gently wiped the tears forming in the corners of his eyes, using his other hand to feel his quick heartbeat via his wrists. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. I thought it was late in your universe?”

“I-It was! It was like three in the morning! I don’t know what in the world he was doing up!”

“And he…?”

“He saw the hickey and…he knows when I lie so I couldn’t…”

Nightmare gently held Blue’s face, his thumbs on the center of his cheeks. “I’m not mad.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.” Nightmare placed a kiss against his forehead, “I don’t care if he knows or not. The more time I have with you, the better.”

“You promise you’re not upset?” “Yes,” Nightmare chuckled, “I promise. Now, you’re a mess, why don’t you dry yourself off? You can borrow a shirt of mine, for now.”

Blue glanced towards the window, and it didn’t take a genius to know what he was thinking. Even though it was very early in the morning in the universe containing Dream’s house, the sun was peeking over the horizon on the eastern side of the castle. Sleeping now would set himself up on the path of becoming nocturnal.

“You can head to sleep.”

“But-!”

“Quiet. Allow your brain and body to rest.” Nightmare said, gently tapping Blue on his ass in the direction of his bathroom, causing him to squeak. “I’ll get you a shirt in the meantime, go get dry.”

With bright red cheeks, Blue skittered off to the en suite bathroom. Nightmare watched him go, eyes boring into the back of his head. Everything had panned out as planned. Not that he expected it not to, Dream was incredibly predictable and his reactions were perfect. Admittedly, he wasn’t completely sure if he would be able to wake Dream, as the guy slept like a corpse. It did work, and it went just as he intended it too.

All that was left now was to get Blue to stay in the castle with him permanently, which would be one of the easiest parts of his elaborate scheme. He could almost taste the despair Dream would feel, discovering that he had pushed Blue right into his loving embrace.

Choosing a shirt for him wasn’t difficult. They’d all look the same on him anyway: massive. He selected a black, satin, button-up shirt. He had slept in something similar in the past, and it had the added bonus of being a texture that Blue didn’t abhor, so he knew that Blue would be comfortable. He walked over to the bathroom door, opening it a crack before handing the shirt off.

“Thanks.”

“Of course.” Blue stepped out of the bathroom, his curly hair messy and frizzy from drying it with a towel. His scarf, which was decently dry, hung loosely around his neck. In his arms were his clothes, which Nightmare took from him when he bent down. “You look adorable.”

Blue pressed his face into his scarf, nodding. His legs were cold, but he wasn’t about to complain. “Th-Thanks.”

“I’ll go put your clothes in the dryer, you get into bed and sleep off your adrenaline and anxiety, you reek of it.”

“Right! Right, okay.” Blue walked over to the bed, pausing before getting into the plush, velvet covers. “Are you sure…?” He asked, gesturing with his thumb towards the window.

“It’s only six in the morning. I’ll come wake you up in a few hours.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

Nightmare walked over to the bed, holding the damp clothes in a tentacle. He pulled the covers over Blue’s shoulders, and leaned down, allowing their lips to meet. Blue smiled up at him, his big, blue eyes filled with nothing but genuine gratitude and adoration. He shifted onto his other side, back away from Nightmare. Nightmare smiled, smiled something sly, and borderline cruel as he gently tucked a piece of hair behind Blue’s ear. Everything had gone like clockwork, and he would reap the benefits for as long as he could.

#fallen’s writing #king nightmare #blue (UTMV)#Dream (UTMV)#nightmare/blue #nightblue #nightmare sans #swap sans #blueberry sans #(?)#nightmare x blue #nightberry #Dream sans #killer (utmv)#killer sans #fanfic #fanfiction #writers on tumblr

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fantasiasodapop · 1 year

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Glitch Kisses

Okay, glitch kisses.

Neither Error nor Blue really have had much... romantic interaction--glitch's pain and haphephobia and all--so when they do finally get comfortable enough with another person, they kind of only know what they've seen on TV which won't work because they don't have lips, only bone.

What they do know is that usually, tongues are involved somehow.

Hence why the first time Nightmare agrees to let one of them kiss him, he is sincerely confused when a set of five tentacle tongues flick over his face.

They do the snake's tongue flick with their tongues over his teeth and he very sincerely perplexed.

Nightmare: Surely... Surely this is a glitch thing. Error: Are we doing this right? Blue: Well he isn't mad! I say we go for it.

Blue: You... You taste really good, Nightmare. Nightmare: ... Thank you? Error: He tastes sweet and floral. Blue: Mhm. I like it. Nightmare: ... I'm just gonna take it as a compliment.

Of course, Nightmare has his own weird habits such as his blooming season (a story for another time), so he just assumes this is a glitch custom that he didn't know about and goes along with it.

No one says anything until Geno does.

Blue: Morning, Nighty. *licks face* Nightmare: Morning, Blue. Error: I want some. *licks face* Geno: across the table ... What the hell are you two doing? Nightmare: Wait, is this not normal? Geno: ... Noooooo? Why would this be a thing? Nightmare: I don't know, there are cultural differences between me and normal skeletons, why not glitches? Geno: What cultural differences--Do you mean to tell me you think this is normal for glitches?! Nightmare, what culture would they have even gotten that from?! I get you don't know where Error came from, but Blue’s from Underswap! Nightmare: But... But I thought I was doing this right— Geno: No one licks other peoples' faces, you three!

Geno is unfortunately the only other glitch that they talk to on a regular basis and he only has one tongue, so he certainly does not do this. He's the only one in the Glitch-Parasite family that doesn't have the extra tongues.

This gets even worse when Dream finds out.

Dream: Are you... LICKING my brother?! Blue! Blue: I DON'T KNOW HOW TO KISS AND ERROR DID IT FIRST AND NIGHTMARE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING SO I JUST WENT WITH IT! Dream: Error! Error: I DON'T KNOW HOW SKELETONS KISS! I'VE NEVER KISSED BEFORE! I PANICKED! Nightmare: More importantly HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE? Ink: Aww, last time I licked a person they screamed at me! *pouts* Error: It's because you don't have the extra tongues, Squid. *sticks out said tongues* Ink: ... *snaps his fingers* I can probably fix that. Dream: INK DON'T YOU DARE.

Thus Ink became envious of the glitches for their tongues, and Error and Starberror/Blueberry learned that licking people is only okay if you love them.

#curing a glitch's blues #nightmare sans #ink sans #error sans #error x blueberry x nightmare #nighterrorberry #nighterror #nightberry #drosera!nightmare sans #fawkes!dream #fawkes!dream sans #drosera!nightmare #starberror!blueberry #geno sans #blueberror #blueberry sans #errorberry #dream x ink #qpr dream x ink

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sleepygenie-o · 1 year

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I just got dragged.

For context, I got dragged back into my UT phase after playing Deltatraveller

..whoops.

No impostor au for this one, and trust me with Season of Aurora and Shattering rn, I'm thinking of a post for it since we just got introduced to GOD/DESS rn in that season (Aurora)

Chrs mentioned: Genshin chrs (all are unidentified), Ink sans, mention of Dream sans, mention of Nightmare sans, mention of Blueberry (Underswap sans), mention of Error sans

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Okay imagine this again, just like a very old UT post I made about underverse. (I need to link it but it's pretty hard to find sadly, I'll link it when I get on laptop hopefully)

You are a human who has supernatural abilities and is self aware of the aus. You don't need people like ink or Nightmare to get you to other universes. (think of this as a reverse Isekai, again.)

You are peacefully playing Genshin, as you usually do now that things have died down.

only for the screen to start glowing even more, just a blinding white that makes you drop the phone. Ink is rushing in to check on you only to see you bat-sh!t terrified of some people from your game springing from the phone and into the doodle sphere

You both didn't attack them, no, definitely not! Those ink stains and cuts weren't caused by you and Ink panicking, no no! (It was. Error is about to whoop both your a$$es)

After a long, long explanation, you stare at the acolytes in shock.

How else do you react to your favorite characters from your favorite game jump out of your phone! And proceed to tell you that you're GOD.

Infront of someone who is technically a GOD.

... you know, that therapy with Dream is sounding great. Maybe you and Ink are gonna need it.

You'll tell Blue that you'll be late to training this time. At least you'll avoid his cooking.

#sagau #crossover #genshin cult au #genshin impact #sagau x reader #undertale au #underverse #ink sans #dream sans #nightmare sans #blueberry (underswap sans)#error sans

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sanssupremacy · 2 years

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More nightberry stuff.

I headcanon that blueberry has the personality of honey-senpai from Ouran host club xD

Even if he meant it, he still wants to eat all the cake and sweets possible.

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uziandn2025 · 7 months

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SANS AU SHIP TIER LIST

No hate

#undertale #cross x dream #killer x nightmare #geno x reaper #ink x error #dust x blueberry

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groovygladiatorsheep · 2 years

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Mystik ! My Blueberry/Swap x Nightmare child !

Credits :

Blueberry(Well technically Swap it can be both versions-) belongs to the community

Nightmare belongs to Joku

Info :

- once you hold her tentacles with your hand it’s over; they’re EXTREMELY sticky and hard to get rid of.

- dangerous lady, won’t hesitate to literally eat you

- butterfly are attracted to her, so she’s often found with butterfly surrounding her

#mdraw #ship child #fanchild #Mystik #Swapmare #berrymare #nightberry #swap x nightmare #blueberry x nightmare #nightmare x blueberry #my baby #I love her aaaa #ref

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a-little-tale-of-nightmares · 8 months

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«𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔🌼🍄»

[Do not repost, please]

#undertale #little nightmares #undertale x little nightmares #art #concept art #swap sans #blueberry sans #gnomes #Just a little sketch I made #undertale aus

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dxfiedfxte · 8 months

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Sleeping Meme (Repost do not reblog)

Type of bed: At his home, he has a king-sized bed because he likes to move around a lot when sleeping alone, to Minato, there's no better feeling than being able to roll around onto the other side of the bed, despite this, he doesn't really move around too much in bed unless he's feeling extra comfy.

Number of blankets: It depends on the season. In spring he uses two thin blankets, the top one being a little bit thicker. For summer, he uses the central AC he installed upon buying the house. Since it is nice and cool in the house, he usually opts for one thick comforter since his central air is very strong. Fall, he likes to keep his bedroom balcony screen door open all night so he can take in the cool fall breeze (Which he is very comfortable doing since his bedroom is on the fifth floor in his seven-story home, so he doesn't need to worry about stalker fan girls sneaking in, also the fence surrounding his home) so in turn, he uses a very thick comforter with a thinner bottom layer blanket. In Winter he turns his heat up and usually goes for a thin blanket. One that's thin enough to keep him cool, but also still keeps him warm.

Number of pillows: Minato has six pillows, four of them stay along the headboard, while the last one foes under the main pillow under his head to elevate him a bit. Because of his height now, he needs to have his head elevated a little just to sleep comfortably.

Type of clothing: Minato isn't too picky with what he wears to bed, but his choice of sleepwear usually consists of: A dark blue tank top and black loose-fitting pajama pants, a midnight blue t-shirt, and black shorts. Some days, if he's feeling too lazy, he'll just throw on a pair of pajama pants and sleep shirtless.

Does it matter where they sleep?: Kind of but not really. For the most part, if he's tired or comfortable enough, he can fall asleep pretty easily. Although the hotels he stays at do play a big part in that as well. While Minato isn't really concerned about staying at flashy and fancy four-star hotels, he at least wants the hotel to be good quality, with top-tier housekeeping and hospitality.

What do they do when they can't fall asleep?: If there is ever a night that Minato for some reason, cannot sleep, he'll kill some time by either:

Play a video game on his Switch or 3DS XL (He's always torn between a horror game or an RPG)

Post a random tweet on t.witter asking which of his fans across the world are up, or just make a random shower thoughts type of post out of amusement and observe how his fans react.

Look over his collection of haunted and supposedly cursed artifacts and items and take count.

Dig through his horror movie collection and struggle to choose between a slasher flick or a paranormal-themed flick for an hour or two

Have some herbal tea to try and invoke sleep, but ends up munching on cookies, thus failing his attempt to become tired by having sugar

Read a horror book in the dark, under a single reading lamp

Hunt for ghosts in his own home until boredom or sleep hits

If all else fails, he'll lie down in the dark playing soft and sleep-inducing music until he eventually crashes out.

Frequent dreams, and/or nightmares: Minato's dreams stem from very weird and bizarrely random(A good example of this: Minato once dreamt of entering a land of gummy bears and proceeded to eat them, they even encouraged him) All the way to serious or fun. Though he's no stranger to bad nights of his own. Sometimes, he does have nightmares about his parent's deaths, but only during the month it happened ( I can't remember if there was a canon month given, but I'll assume September for now) There have also been a few instances where Minato has had reoccurring nightmares of something for a week due to coming in contact with some very malicious entities that curse his dreams for a limited time.

Deep slumber or naps?: Minato can do both, though it all depends on what he's doing at the moment. If he's still tired, his best chances of a nap would be on the train if it's a ride longer than five hours, on his private plane, or if he's being carpooled/escorted. If Minato is driving though, he always makes sure he's well energized since he doesn't want to risk falling asleep at the wheel. In terms of deep sleep, Minato tends to do that on Sundays since those are well renowned for being a lazy day.

When do they sleep?: When he goes to sleep, depends entirely on his work schedule. Almost every day, Minato works until very late at night and into the early morning, the times he sleeps vary between 4 to 6 am on a work day. But if it's a day off, it's usually either 1 or 2 am.

What could wake them up?: Lots of things, the most common being: His alarm clock, or the one on his phone, the bits of sunlight that poke into his room (Which is why he has blackout curtains in his bedroom), and Takashi who has literally dragged him out of bed a few times on a Sunday whenever he's had the odd career related thing to do, be it a guest appearance on a show, podcast or an interview.

Above all though, Minato would like to be woken up by his significant other over everything else, he's used to the normal ways of waking up, so being woken up gently by his lover is what he would prefer, especially compared to Takashi ripping the blanket off of him.

Tagged by: the amazing @more-than-a-princess (Thank you ^_^)

Tagging: @tacitusauxilium @mirrorsoftheotherself (Rei :3) @epitomees (Chie?) @oraclememehacker @chibitantei @hxpelessnurse @memoriamexarca (Minako) @unladielike

#headcanons #//Thanks for the tag this really was fun to do #//SO many times Takashi has had to pull this blueberry out of bed on Sundays #//Primarily why he's taken every Sunday off indefinitely so he can enjoy the luxury of sleeping in Takashi-free #//Its all fun and games until a demonic subjects you to nightmares for a week #//Also Minato takes enjoyment in weirding his fans out with shower thoughts #//He makes sure to make up the most profound-sounding shit to post about.. and then sits back and watches the tweets and retweets come in x

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jayssillycreativitybox · 2 years

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Pokeberry! Blue x Nightmare

Main info:

Age - 21-22

Gender - Cis Male

Pronouns - He/Him

Sexuality - Gay

Residence/AU - Underswap, His dad's house (Blue/Swap)

Likes - Piano, Walking, Talking to other people, Rose tea, Fashion?

Extra info:

Tired 24/7

Heart/Soul problems (his soul has a huge hole causing issues with breathing. So fast walking, sprinting, and running causes him problems)

“Perfection” for his father, or tries to be one

Tries to be talkative around those he loves, he can get a bit drained from this but would do anything for them.

A sucker for fashionable and luxurious looking clothes

Usually takes care of his younger siblings

His tentacles are like poison, if you aren't careful with your words he won't hesitate to use them, and the burning may leave some marks

(God damn- eh worth it)

#art #sans au #sans au child #sans au kids #undertale au #nightmare sans ship kid #nightmare ship kids #nightmare sans ship kids #nightmare x blue #nightmare x swap #nightberry #Pokeberry #pokeberry #swap sans #blue sans #blueberry sans #idk #aaa #my creation

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cakesmelons · 1 year

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could you draw maybe errormare, or dreamberry?

these both ended up so cute omg <333 ty for asking for these anon

#dream sans #dreamtale dream sans #nightmare!sans #nightmare sans #error!sans #error sans #blueberry sans #swap!sans #swap sans #errormare #sans aus #sans au #undertale aus #sanscest #dreamberry #dream x blue #error x nightmare

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fallenasleepyetagain · 4 months

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Scars - Nightmare/Blue Fic

Media: Undertale AUs/UTMV

Genres: Romance, kinda technically pre-established relationship? but not in an official relationship, Flirting, telling stories, uhhh idk characters r telling stories, it’s kinda cute I think

Characters: King Nightmare, Blue, Dream (mentioned)

Pairing(s): Nightmare/Blue

CW/TW: Talking/Touching of scars, scars caused by violence, scars caused by magical trauma, mentions of gore/blood, suggestive comments/actions

Word Count: 1470 Words

"How long have you been there, you little pervert?"

Heat rose into Blue's cheeks, and he hid away in his scarf. The massive door to Nightmare's bedroom shut behind him, and he refused to look away from the floor.

On the opposite end of the room, was Nightmare, almost completely naked. His black hair was damp from his shower, and it was slick against his face. The only piece of clothing he had on was a pair of boxers; his black satin robe draped over a chair.

Staring at Nightmare after his shower wasn't what he was there to do, but he just couldn't help it. He wasn't ogling at him, of course! His eyes couldn't leave the scars jutting across his back.

Disgusted was the wrong word to describe Blue's morbid curiosity. In awe, was a better descriptor. Blue wasn't one to pity those with scars, he was the opposite, in fact.

Scars tell a story. That's what he always thought. He believed that scars shows courage in the face of adversity, and he loved learning about them. Loved to gently touch them. Loved to let the person with them that he knew they had been through shit, but adored them anyway.

Blue knew what it was like to have scars, he had them himself. A large, thick scar that stretched across his chest.

There was nothing more he hated than it.

A bit hypocritical, maybe, but he wasn't perfect.

It was likely that he adored others to hopefully one day love his own. He hadn't gotten to that point, though.

"Well?"

"N-No! I wasn't staring at you like that I promise!"

"Not an answer to my original question but alright. And, I do find that hard to believe." Nightmare had slipped on his robe at that point, and had come over to Blue. He leaned against the doorframe, effectively pinning Blue against the door.

"I haven't been here for very long," Blue said with a huff, trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks. "A few seconds, maybe."

"Mhm. And what's this?" Nightmare hummed, taking the small package from Blue.

"It has your name on it, and I figured I'd deliver it to you."

It was, unsurprisingly, a book. Nightmare tore into the packaging without issue, a tentacle tearing out of his back to take care of it. Where it went, Blue couldn't say, but he assumed Nightmare disposed of it properly.

"Ah, glad to see it finally game in." Nightmare turned the book around in his hand. He glanced back at Blue, a small smile on his face. "Thank you."

"Yeah, 'course." Blue nodded, fidgeting with the ends of his scarf. He was desperately trying to keep his mind occupied so his eyes wouldn't wander to Nightmare's chest. He wasn't trying to be indecent or anything, but could anyone blame him when his pecs were right there.

"I'll be going now then. Enjoy your book."

"Ah ah, no you don't." Before Blue could go anywhere, Nightmare grabbed him by his wrist and kept him in the room. "I still have to talk to you."

"About what?" Blue said, exasperated.

"You can look at me, you know."

"What are you..."

Nightmare rolled his eyes and took Blue's chin in his hand, tilting his face upwards. His head turned to the side as if inspecting Blue's face. His hand was large, his fingers easily wrapping around the bottom of his face, most of his palm not touching anything. "You can look at me. There's no need to be shy."

"But-" Blue sputtered, his cheeks practically glowing with blush. "But that's...rude? I-I mean, I don't want to stare at you, you're a person not a..."

"Blue."

"...What?"

"I spent so much time crafting myself, my body. I'm proud of it." Nightmare continued, a small smile on his face. His tongue ran across his upper lip as he thought for a moment. "If I didn't want you to look, then I wouldn't be showing it off right now."

Of course it was intentional. The way the robe was parted to show off his chest perfectly and the rest of it teased the eyes, the mind. He was somehow showing off the perfect amount, and too little.

"Look at me."

And he did. Blue's eyes fell to Nightmare's chest, his body. Nightmare wasn't skinny, not by any means. He was fat, muscular, and utterly perfect. His skin was dark brown, and it was like his body came straight out of a Renaissance painting. Blue's eyes traced the curves of his body, his hands flying up to his scarf to fidget with it.

"You can touch me too."

"Why?"

"Sorry?"

"Why are you letting me...?

"Oh my god," Nightmare snorted, partly amused. "You amuse me. I like you. And besides, a handsome little man like yourself getting familiar with me, my body?"

Nightmare leaned in closer, his lips nearly touching Blue's ear, "That doesn't sound like a bad time. If you're down, I'm down."

"...Anywhere?"

"Hm?"

"Can I touch you anywhere?"

A small snort came out of Nightmare as he stepped back, holding his arms out, "Anywhere, sweetheart. I'm all yours."

Without a moment of hesitation, Blue walked around Nightmare, going towards his back. Nightmare raised an eyebrow but allowed Blue to do what he wanted. In one fell swoop, Blue yanked the robe down, revealing his back.

"Wo-ah, what are you doing back there, hm?" Nightmare hummed, a smirk wide on his face.

Blue's hands immediately went to the massive scar that went across Nightmare's entire back. Across the folds, the curves, almost the entirety of his back.

"...Ah. That's what you were looking at."

He sounded almost disappointed.

"It's beautiful." The words slipped out of Blue's mouth before he could stop himself. "L-Like the rest of you, haha."

"Thanks." Nightmare snorted, slipping the robe off of his arms and keeping it in his hands.

"Where did you...? Blue asked, fondling the skin of his back.

A tentacle was summoned from his back, scaring Blue off with a squeak. "Don't be afraid. Just look."

Three more were summoned from his back, and Blue stepped back to get a good look at it. The scar matched up perfectly with the tentacles, as if his skin had been pulled back and ripped to shreds before growing back...wrong. Mis-colored, coarse. Scarred.

"This was because of the apples. Dream has told you?"

Yes. Oh yeah, Dream had told him. He knew all about the apples and the Tree of Feelings and what happened on that fateful day. He nodded, an "mhm" coming out of him.

"The first time I ever summoned my tentacles...wasn't pretty. My body hadn't caught up to the amount of magic in my system, so when I summoned them almost immediately...

"Well." He gestured to his back, stretching it out slightly, the tentacles retracting back into himself. "They destroyed me. Blood and muscle...everywhere."

"Gross."

"Yes. It was."

"Are you okay?"

"Hm?"

"Talking about...it. Y'know..."

Nightmare turned around, slinging the robe back over his shoulders, "I don't mind talking about it."

"Oh. But Dream-"

"Dream...throws a tantrum whenever he talks about it." Nightmare leaned against the back of the door, his arms crossed, a smirk on his face. "For him, it was the worst day of his life, I don't blame him, but, for me? Me? Hah, it was the best day of my life. I got everything I wanted.

"Power, mostly, but uh," He waved a hand at his chest, his head leaning to the side as he smiled, "I became exactly what I wanted to be."

"...Beautiful." Blue stepped closer, his hands raising to touch Nightmare's body once more. He was stopped, however, with Nightmare interlacing their fingers and pulling him close.

A shiver was sent down Blue's spine as Nightmare pulled him close, his face mere inches away from his chest. "Why don't you show me your scars, hm? I know you have them."

Blue only found the courage to respond when he buried his face in Nightmare's chest, eyes closed. "No."

"No? No, you don't have scars, or no, you don't want to show me?"

"...It's ugly. My scar, I mean. You don't want to see it."

"Don't tell me what I do or don't want." Nightmare hissed, using his hand to tilt Blue's face forward. "It's quite pretentious of you to claim my scars are beautiful but yours ugly.”

"I know that! It's just...hard."

"I know." Nightmare murmured, running his fingers through Blue's hair. He leaned down, his hand trailing down Blue's back, goosebumps appearing along his skin. "Perhaps I could change your mind."

A kiss was placed against Blue's neck, "May I try?”

With a shutter, Blue responded, his knees threatening to cave in. "Please."

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