Sad Au Idea, That's Kinda Inspired By Flowerfell...

to everyone making progress that nobody else recognizes, I’m proud of you

NM🙌🏻💕

under pray sans

shame.

The best hug Sun would ever receive is the first one Moon gives him since the whole apple incident 😭

Can I join the party fashionably late and say that I’m very soft for this too now? So wholesome, I can’t

Well here’s this XD I was feeling really soft for Crossmare, all of a sudden, so that’s what it ended up being

@lights-camera-stagefright (since you wanted me to tag you in this)

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     It had been a long, restless week for the Bad Sanses, and no-one was feeling that exhaustion more than their irritable leader. Dream had been pushing back at them hard, undoing much of their hard work as he spread positivity through the Multiverse. In order to keep any of their efforts from being unraveled, they had to fight almost nonstop for days. The gang was smart enough to sleep in shifts so that someone would be awake to alert the others of the Star Sanses’ movements.

Nightmare, however, had not slept for the entire week- and it showed. He was practically glued to his coffee mug, seeming to live dependently on the caffeine-laced liquid. His tentacles, which usually twirled about in the air behind him energetically, now swayed drowsily near the ground like heavy branches of a decaying oak tree. Now and then, he would drop his head into his hand and mutter something, clearly not paying any attention to the newspaper he had in front of him.

     Cross frowned at him from the other side of the breakfast table, uninterested in the omelet that Horror had served him. When was the last time the fool had even taken a nap? It had to have been before this mini-war had begun. Just in thinking about it, he felt his face pull into a deeper frown. They couldn’t have him passing out in the middle of a battle. Despite all of the arguments he had gotten into with his boss, he was genuinely concerned for him. And coffee certainly was no substitute for a night of rest.

He pushed his chair back suddenly, walking to his boss’ side. “Put that down and get up,” He ordered, receiving a glare almost immediately. Something utterly incoherent slipped out of Nightmare’s mouth, then he blinked and tried again.

     “…’s not your job to tell me what to do,” He spat, wobbling. Cross guided his hand down and pushed the newspaper onto the table, then he worked the mug out of Nightmare’s clawed fingers. His grumbles of protest were half-hearted and went unobserved. 

“You need sleep, Night,” Cross told him, waiting for the sulking Lord of Negativity to look up at him. When he did, he had the expression of an angry child. “Don’t give me that look. You’re exhausted, and no one in this damned castle is helping you. Just… get up.” He slipped one of his arms around the goopy mess of a being, easing him to his feet.

     Nightmare sighed and draped an arm across the knight’s shoulders, still scowling. “I can walk on my own,” He argued, earning himself a chuckle in response.

“No you can’t, idiot. Look, you’re tripping over your own feet.” Cross was correct, the sleep-deprived leader hardly lifted his feet with each step. If it weren’t for Cross, he likely would’ve tread upon his own tentacles and fell face-flat on the ground. They walked like this until they got to Nightmare’s room, which was at the end of a long, dark corridor. Cross knew Nightmare could see in the dark, but he sometimes wondered if it would be such a crime to light some torches in the halls- at least for the convenience of the rest of the gang.

     The room was a mess. Books and clothes were everywhere, loose papers were scattered across the floor, and black puddles coated almost every surface- even the walls. Fortunately enough, there wasn’t a lot that he had to brush off of the bed. He helped Nightmare sit down, and the Lord of Negativity fell back gratefully into his pillows.

“There you go. You don’t have to make this so difficult,” Cross told him in a low voice, pulling his blankets over him. Nightmare scowled back, but he seemed a lot less irritable.

     “Mmn, whatever.” He snuggled his head into the pillows, then tensed. His eye flickered up to Cross, a look of panic entering his gaze as the knight made his way back to the door. “Don’t go.”

Cross stopped, turning to look at him in surprise. He saw a strange vulnerability in the eye of his boss, and it took him a second to process the statement. Stay. Why did he need Cross’ company? Now that he thought of it, Nightmare had always been reluctant to get any rest. There was probably a good reason for this, but he didn’t want to push him for answers. Instead, he nodded and pushed the door shut halfway, sitting on the floor since there were no chairs in the room.

     Nightmare visibly relaxed, his eye shutting in contentment. Not long after, his breathing slowed and his face softened. How he could look so peaceful in his sleep was a mystery. Cross quietly stood and began to clean the room, feeling like he should keep himself busy. He stacked all of the loose papers neatly on the decluttered desk and slipped all of the books back onto the bookshelves. Uncertainly, he bunched up all of the clothes and tossed them on the floor in Nightmare’s walk-in closet. With a sigh, he supposed the room was now at the very least clean enough to allow one to walk about freely.

He turned back, noticing Nightmare was twisting about in his sleep. He was muttering something under his breath, face twitching into a dreadful frown. Cross only found it odd when he whimpered, so quiet it could have been his imagination. Was he… having a nightmare? Cross should have known this was why he refused to sleep. After all, his very name suggested that he wasn’t one to have healthy dreams.

     Moving closer to his bedside, Cross reached out to comfort his uneasily. He didn’t sign up for this… But he had gotten awfully close to the gang members, and he considered them to be his family. He felt sympathy for Nightmare, who had been through so much and lived so many years in a state of torment and pain. He was bad at hiding it from the people he opened up his castle to. Cross could tell that he needed someone to help him through his problems, and although he didn’t like the idea of being a soft, sensitive person, maybe that was what he must become to help Nightmare.

The sleeping leader flinched at his touch, then seemed to realize he wasn’t trying to harm him. Rather suddenly, a tentacle reached out and curled around Cross, tugging him up onto the bed next to Nightmare. He gasped in surprise, especially when the creature of negativity and darkness wrapped his arms around him. The hug was tight, desperate to keep him from leaving.

     “It’s alright,” He whispered after a minute of surprise. Cross rubbed his arms softly, trying to ease his tension. “I’m not going to leave you.”

Nightmare snuggled into his jacket, his frown softening at the edges. Whatever Cross had done seemed to have calmed him, and once again he was sleeping peacefully. “Geez, you are a mess,” He chuckled quietly, feeling his own tension fade despite being in a strangle-hold by both of Nightmare’s arms and a tentacle. “No wonder you’re so irritable all of the time.”

     Cross felt a creeping feeling of sadness take hold of his mind. He had spoken to Dream before about their past, curious to find a way to bring some amount of peace to the goopy skeleton. Didn’t he say that they had been inseparable when they were younger? He realized that Nightmare was likely extremely lonely, now that he had no one to come to when he was hurting. This strange desire to have someone close to him must have originated from the loss of his brother.

When he tried to pull away, feeling a bit uncomfortable, Nightmare sobbed in his sleep and held him back with another tentacle. Cross felt something inside him twist at that sad, pained noise. “I’m sorry, Night. I’m here. I’m not going to leave you. Not like he did.” He sank into the odd, somewhat sticky hug, wrapping his own arm around Nightmare’s.

     He would likely get stabbed when Nightmare woke up, but that was alright. Cross found that he didn’t mind- he was going to be here and help Night, no matter what it took. Besides, he kind of enjoyed the attention. They remained together for the rest of the day, their breathing matching as the knight found himself dozing off, incredibly safe and warm in the arms of the only person that had welcomed him in without hesitation.

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I did not proof read this, so I hope it isn’t too messy XD

It's so crazy to think that Undertale is already 5 years old! It's amazing how much of an impact this game has had on all of us. Always stay Determined ❤

Okay I have been dying to ask this for a while now, but how would Error React if he saw Ink having a panic attack in the anti void.

Error would respond by also having a panic attack. Social skills are NOT HIS STRONG POINT AT ALL.

Part 1 of my Pride Month comic is finally here!

I’m centering it around Pigment, who is questioning, so this is a journey for both Pigment’s identity and his character in general, it’ll be kinda long lol

Nobody ever forget that no matter how much we pair Ink with literally everybody, he is canonically aro/ace!

I’m hoping to update once a week, yes it’ll go after June is over but I’m ok with that

Not putting any of my plugs here either I wanna keep this only about Pride and Pigment’s journey!

You know what, I’m just gonna come out and say it:

I literally ship just about anything that I want to ship so long as it gives with me, and that isn’t anyone else’s business but my own, and no one can change my mind.

Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.