Swap: Ladies, Gentlemen And Ink, I Want To Show You The Greatest Thing Your Eyes Have Ever Beheld!

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

I think he taste like skittles but idk man...

But heres my submission for @jasper00nb dtiys!!

Was really fun to test out anatomy!!

do you think cross, after spending his life in a monochrome au, cried when he saw a sunset for the first time? when he saw the autumn leaves? the starry sky of outertale? the ocean? after living in xgaster’s sad beige mom au for thirty years of his life, imagine what vibrant, real color must’ve been like to see the first time. would he shy away from it, or would he seek out color at any and every opportunity, to make up for lost time? or would he ignore it, pretending it didn’t matter, because he didn’t want to think about how much he missed out on.

Making friends (Vent)

Sooo how do people make friends cause I'vw never started to make friends? I have friends, but I don't know how to make new ones. I'm German and now in "der Oberstufe". So I dont have my friends in my class anymore and really struggle to even talk to others. I'm so used to have someone i consider a comfort next to me. Also a problem is that I talk like, a lot. I need to talk- like I always spoke my mind (quietly) to my friends and commented on things teachers said and stuff like that... so now people have to listen to me when I whisper to myself quietly (and I noticed that no one else does that). I always feel so embarassed and disgusting. When I speak with someone I at least know they're nice and knows me a bit, but we arent friends so I always feel like a burden and desperate and annoying and I don't want to intrude into their friend group, but I don't know what else to do!?!?!

I am making a tween au, don’t mind me.

Here are the designs I made!!

Hiii ♡

Dunno how many I can ask, but what about Gonzalo + 👑, and Mikey +🗡?

One royal AU coming up! Mikey is totally the kind of royal guard you don't wanna mess with, boy was raised and trained with his brothers by the dangerous warrior alchemist Baron Draxum who is known for experimenting with one's mystical abilities, but I'd honestly didn't want to mess with Miles G either. He's a cunning bastard of soon-to-be king and not too bad of a fighter himself. They're actually pretty cute and silly when out of the public eye, but royal politics definitely require a certain toughness.

I feel like both of these suffer from "fanon designs taken so far that they could be OCs at this point" and I'm not completely happy with the composition but I had so much fun drawing the two guys I'm obsessed with, I don't regret it one bit.

Dream ☆ - Lust ♡ - Swap ○

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

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 🤍🖤💜