Nightmaresanskin - Hi :)

Does tumblr like killermare

he is pretty :]

I drew this a few days ago and wanted to post it earlier but I got real anxious bout it for some reason?? Anyway it’s here now

Dream - Jokublog

Donni🌸

One Donnie with flowers coming up! The ones in the background are orchids and the white ones on his hands are lillies of the valley. This picture is a reference to a fanfic my mutual @bolilloquemad0 is currentely writing. If you like soulmates AUs and Kenotello, then keep your eyes on their blog to not miss the fic's release!

So glad that we as a community decided Error was not apart of the Bad Sans’ but rather a guy that’s just there sometimes

The bad guys having a small moment in bed together because of a bad day for Killer.

Like one where Killer is going through one of his episodes where his soul fluctuates all weird and fucked, and it leaves him to just lie in bed and decay.

It was never something he could control on his own- a crushing feeling he's always lived with that only had gotten worse after his transformafion into... Well, whatever the hell he is now.

Certainly not monster.

Not human either.

Something else entirely.

And wasn't that just something?

Cross is the first to check up on him because he wasn't there to kick down his door first thing in the morning, and he gets worried easily.

He sees Killer curled up on his side and stalls at the door, unsure of what to make of what he's seeing. His teammate, the ball of chaos that he is, is so eerily still and small. His shoulders are hunched in on himself and his eyes look emptier than they usually do. Gross puddles of black are dripping down from his mattress, and he can't help but hold back a face of disgust.

But, Cross knew a thing or two about awful no-good, very bad days. So, he would simply close the door behind him and quietly walk over to Killer's bed. He'd crawl on in with Killer (after quietly asking for permission, of course) and settle down with him. Maybe press his back to Killer's.

Remind him that he's there.

He's not alone.

No words would be exchanged- they both aren't the best when it comes to this sort of thing anyways. But that's okay. They have each other.

Horror would be second. Probably would check on them after they skipped lunch. He'd have both of their plates in hand when he nudges the door open, maybe would take a moment to look the situation over.

He'd quietly set the food down on Killer's night stand and then settle down beside the bed. He'd fold his arms on the side of the mattress and pat Killer's leg, asking quietly if he's alright.

Horror would wait patiently for Killer to find his words- find his bearings. Cross would listen to.

Dust would stumble upon them third, unnerved by the silence of the castle. He'd see everyone huddled together and slip in unnoticed.

When he settles down at the foot of the bed, though, he'd probably be pulled into the small cuddle pile on the bed.

Killer would probably be a little more responsive by then, and would have dragged Horror onto the bed too.

Nightmare would be last.

Although I'd suspect he was probably there the entire time: sitting in the shadows and watching from afar. Unsure if the best course of action would be to reach out and take care of it, or to let Killer sort through his feelings himself.

He wouldn't emerge until nightfall, when the whole crew would be fast asleep in their cuddle pile.

Then, and only then, would be reach out to quietly pet each of their heads.

i’d care if the person i reblogged this from vanished

idc if you reblog this from me but reblog it every time you see one of your friends or mutuals have reblogged it

Can't take them ANYWHERE smh

I think the dynamic where Nightmare's kinda like a father figure to them is kinda funny, like it makes sense since bro's fuckin ANCIENT and he kinda gives me old man vibes sometimes

Axe is being the best, just nappin not causin problems, we love him :3

Eepy

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY YALLL AND HAPPY EARLY AROACE AWARENESS WEEK

I'm gonna be making a prompt list and posting it here either tonight or tomorrow, most likely tomorrow, I apologize for not being able to get one out sooner, but I literally just thought Abt doing it today haha

(Part 2) Palette -Arow-

Palette was created by Ink—not from just one source this time, but from all the virals: each emotion, each fragment of creation—bound together with Dream’s magic in form of an Arow.

After his creation, Palette was left behind—alone, without guidance no direction. That’s when Core Frisk found him and took him in, becoming his caretaker and, over time, a guiding presence in his life.

As Palette grows, something begins to stir deep inside him. A feeling—persistent and unshakable—a call. It isn’t just a sound, but a pull, echoing through his soul his magic bubbling up forming things he does not understand yet. Though he’s never known another place, he’s aware that this one was never truly home.

He wants everyone to stay happy. He needs to make them happy. But to do so would mean staying where he is—and he can’t. There’s something out there waiting for him. A presence that feels like family. And the call... it doesn’t just beckon it weeps

A cry for help.

Core Frisk, ever intuitive, begins to understand as well. This moment was always meant to come. Maybe they’ve been holding Palette too close, for too long. It’s time for their paths to part—because they know where Palette is meant to go, even if it breaks their heart.