THIS TOOK ME SO LONGG DDKSNCISJCIFR Anyways I Love Killer Finally Finding Love In The People He Loves

He So did actuly had him (and Killer) in there at first but then i wanted it to be just between the brothers :)

Brother

)just a silly littel idear that had to leave my head(

No one was sure what had triggered the fight. Between Dream and Nightmare any attempts to stop them were hopeless. It was already too late. The feelings they had long buried bubbled to the surface. All the emotions they had swallowed down to keep the fragile peace finally broke free.The multiverse held its breath as the battle unfolded a clash that could easily throw everything back into another devastating war.

Nightmare blamed Dream for everything, for not seeing his pain back then, for not stepping up when he needed him, for not stopping the villagers. In Nightmare's world Dream had turned a blind eye to his suffering, leaving him completely alone.

Dream, on the other hand, argued that they had only been eight years old. He hadn’t seen Nightmare’s pain, he hadn’t realized what was happening — but that wasn’t his fault. Nightmare could have said something, could have voiced his worries instead of shutting himself off more and more.

Dream insisted that he, too, was a victim. He pleaded, telling Nightmare how difficult it had been to wake up from his stone prison, only to find everyone he had known was dead

His friends.

The Tree.

Their Mother.

And then, to see Nightmare, his own brother, turned into a monster, trying to kill him...

He had still been just eight years old. He had been so, so alone.

Nightmare lashed out, his tentacles sharpening and twisting violently.Dream complaining to veen alone he had no idea what it ment to be alone Nightmare had been truly alone for five hundred years, awake through it all, with no one.

But Dream cut him off sharply.

"We were both alone,"

Nightmare flinched. He was too angry to truly accept those words, but he couldn’t find anything to throw back at Dream either.

And thats why Dream kept going, his voice trembling with pain:

"I was forced to grow up fast — to balance you out but so were you. Suddenly, I had to fight the only family I had left but so did you. I had to navigate a strange and confusing world... all by myself but so did you."

There was a long, heavy silence between them. Then, Dream whispered, almost too softly to hear:

"I don’t want to fight with you anymore im so tiered. But... it’s clear we both hurt each other. I just wanted my brother back i just want to be things like they were ."

Nightmare’s expression darkened. His voice was low, bitter:

"I'm not that brother anymore and you cant change me things can not be the same ever again"

Dream sighed, tears finally slipping down his cheeks and falling to the ground. He gave a small, broken nod before turning and running away, unable to stay any longer.Nightmare, left alone, lashed out against everything in his field of vision his anger and sorrow exploding outward in a storm of darkness.

And they made up again neither Nightmare nor Dream would be the same but with a lot of work they could be something new

angel dust: I'm so happy, I could kiss you! husk: Um...Neat. *later* husk, lying face down on his bed: I said "Neat," charlie. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid. charlie, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, husk. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when vaggie confessed her love for me? husk: Didn't you thank her? charlie: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked her.

Meeting the Sun

Hero Generation 6

Palette was so happy to finally start his journey and follow that strange call in his head. It told him how to open portals, which made traveling much easier. He was so excited.

He had overheard the warnings from his granpa “Be careful out there. Don’t step into the wrong AU.”

But the thrill of adventure drowned out the caution in his heart. Every portal he created fascinated him more and more. Every person he met, every sight he saw, was incredible. He absorbed it all like a sponge. With excitement bubbling inside, he opened another portal and stepped through.

The moment his shoe touched the ground, he crumbled. An ice-cold pain shook his bones.

What was that?

So much… too much.

Why did he feel so weak all of a sudden?

Why was he so scared... so terrified?

Why did his bones shake? Why were his eyes crying?

His mind clouded—stormy thoughts fell like raindrops and drowned him. He wanted to leave, but he couldn’t get up. This world was consuming him.

But it wasn’t just his fear.

He wasn’t afraid—was he?

He didn’t know why he would be.

Were those really his feelings?

They had to be… right?

He wanted to be home. Safe with Granpa. Right now. Please.

He needed help.He didn’t think he would ever feel so alone.

He cried for help.But nobody came.*

He couldn’t get up. It was overwhelming—fear, sadness, despair. He screamed, desperate and confused. What was happening? Why was everyone so scared? What was this immense hopelessness—growing like a black hole, swallowing everything... including him?And then that strange spark. Determination? Was that the source of all this fear?

Whoever that was had so much to much in their heart Palette already saw it how this world would die....

He felt like a flame—A candle caught in the middle of a raging storm, about to be snuffed out.He felt like a sailor in a lighthouse, about to be swallowed by a giant tsunami.Like a star, collapsing into nothing in the heat death of the universe.Like a firefly, caught in a vast spider’s web.

So small

So usless

So helpless

So completely alone.

He wanted to help them.He felt the urge to rise to become their hope. He needed to guide them. But he couldn’t.

Not alone

He was too weak.He wasn’t ready.He crumbled again, sinking into the ground.

He asked for help.But nobody came*.

He cried for help.But nobody came.*

He begged for help—Someone heard him.*

A warm light reached him. It blocked out everything else—like a soft blanket wrapped around him, shielding him from the oppressive atmosphere.

"Little one, what are you doing in a place like this? You’re not from here... How did you find yourself in such a terrible place? Let me bring you home, if you can tell me where do you belong?"

Palette finally found the strength to turn toward his savior. The voice was soft and calming. Golden-brown eyes met his gaze eyes that seemed to carry stars in their glow. A wooden crown—or was it a crown? Palette wasn’t sure. A light yellow cape, patterned with suns and stars, billowed gently. Palette didn’t know what to say.

The Omega Timeline?Is was his home?But was it where he belonged was that the same? No! His saviour had asked where he belonged!That wasn’t the same.So, weakly, Palette got to his feet and looked up at the tall skeleton.

"I don’t know where I belong... Can you help me find it?"

I dunno, new AU

Hi! For the requests, would horror and nightmare hanging out be okay?

yeah :D

Horror belongs to Sour-Apples-Studios

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog

Part 3 Ink -Fathers Love

Ink is the Protector of Creation—he’s no Creator. He fixes broken things, gives advice, offers a helping hand. He gives ideas form, but it’s never truly his own creation.

Until that day PJ formed.

He’s not really paying attention to it; he’s in pure rage at the moment. Only after the fight does he realize what he made, and he is incredibly happy about it. He quickly tries again leaving Pj alone for just a moment —he snatches an arrow from Dream, and there it is: his creation his Palette.Oh, he would cherish them, never let them go—his two boys

....

As he returns with Palette, the other is gone. The small black skeleton is gone; all that is left are a few blue strings.

This makes him realize what he did… what danger those children are in.He’s already lost one, and even without the use of a blue vial, he feels the emptiness inside him grow.

He won’t lose this one too. He just created the legacy of his and Dream’s story in one being. Creation and Positivity are combined in one It’s not safe. Ink knows it only would be safe far away from Error, Nightmare and Himself.

It breaks his heart their paths had to part this early—truly, it breaks him. But a father does what’s best for his kids, and he knows… he is far from the Best

Could you draw Lust gossiping with Fell?

They’re having a self care night!!

Please remember that there are aro/aces who enjoy concept of romance only in fiction and like shipping characters or writing smut fanfics but still they wouldn't do that things in real life 🤍🖤💜

aww, error, is that your only friend? kinda pathetic tbh.

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