You can call me AC | May 19th | Adult | UTMV - SANS X SANS AND SELF-SHIPPER - block me if you are bothered by these| CONTENT WARNING: lots of swearing | ⚠️DONT REPOST MY ART OR FEED IT TO AI⚠️| My English sucks sometimes dont @ me
He's a kid a few years older than Flicker. (They meet a few years after Flicker joined her family)
He's far too mature for his age because he needs to take care of both his parents, both sick :(
Playing with Flick' allows him to finally act a bit more his age (even if he can't help but try to protect her even when not needed)
He's quiet and don't feel like talking most of the time, he has a sweet singing voice and sometimes get startled by how loud his voice can get XDc
His favorite games are all outdoorsy
Excellent memory and quite the musical ear
Bit of a bottled up kid towards feelings but is in reality rather easily frustrated and very proud. He has a fascination with eyes and how they work differently depending on species (is not incredibly knowledgeable tho)
Blue-Yellow color-blind (tritanopia) that doesn't know he is (I'm the only one normal kind of reasoning)
His grandpa was a dryad so the "flower crown" is natural.
Allergic to carrots.
In short his vibe is: tiny dictator that wants the best for you
Nooooow I need to make him officially meet Flick (who has big trust issues with anybody outside the family)
It took him a while to decide, but Berlingot was now sure of it. He was going to introduce Orchid to Marianne. His brother was bound to get curious enough to end up looking in his diary without asking first, anyways. And it would make everything so much harder…
So he was going to calmly explain it and stage a metaphorical… playdate? between the two.
Now, if only Mar could come back faster. He had been gone for what felt like eternity. Berlingot stood up and started to walk circles around the tree.
Had he been gone longer than usual or was it just that waiting to tell him something made the time feel sluggier?
He pondered about it for a moment, trying to gauge the hour by the shadow of the tree. It didn’t seem to be that late yet… But his brother had left long before he awoke! It might still have been longer than usual !!!
His pace increased.
He continued the endeavor until he got sufficiently annoyed by various plants snagging into his pants’ fluff.
Still not here?
He turned his head to squint properly at what he could see of the town, focusing on catching traces of a pastel blob on the outskirts of it.
It did not take as long as he thought it would and soon he was following the movements of his brother. It looked like he was walking back towards the hill.
Berlingot sighed, his jittery movements slowing down to a near stop before picking back up the pace.
He was going to tell him!
Annnnd… Worrying about it robbed him of a proper time to practice his speech… Oh well.
Marianne was now climbing the hill in big strides, the back of his outfit flapping with each powerful step.
Something felt weird about this pace.
Why did it seem so straight and purposeful? There wasn’t a hint of the weightlessness Marianne liked to incorporate in his steps on a normal day?
The guardian unconsciously took a step back, slowly putting himself behind the tree.
His brother didn’t look tired either and it was too early for him to be exhausted…
Something was up. But what?
Slightly gripping the bark, he continued to observe his now rapidly approaching brother. Now that he was closer, he noticed a bunched up paper in one of his hands. His fist was tightly curled around it and he couldn’t see what it was.
Marianne stopped right in front of him and Berlingot finally placed a word on what was wrong.
His brother was absolutely fuming.
And given his hard gaze was stuck on him, it wasn’t hard to guess against whom his anger was directed…
“Berlingot…”
A shiver ran along his spine and he weakly waved from his half hidden spot.
What did he do? He wanted to ask but Marianne’s hardened gaze kept him in place.
The other uncurled his hand and shoved the paper it had been holding right against his chest.
“Tell me, what’s that?”
He wasn’t shouting but he idly thought he’d prefer if he was, indeed, shouting. He looked like his many layers of clothes were the only thing keeping the wicked storm inside.
Berlingot looked at the paper. It was the flyer he made for his failed slumber party.
His eyes must have betrayed his recognition as Marianne’s eyes hardened and he sighed, putting his fingers on his nose bridge.
“I found it in the street near the main place, what were you doing there?”
He was slightly lost at the anger, why was it such a big deal?
“I… wanted to do a slumber party? Like when we were small and…”
“THOSE TIMES ARE IN THE PAST, NIGHTMARE.”
The negative guardian froze, any words died in his mouth as the past actually slapped him right into the face. His eye lights fuzzed slightly.
“You could… You could have gotten hurt… Or or somebody else could have… You know why you shouldn’t be down there.”
It must be a bad dream? His brother (jailor) couldn’t be suggesting he was dangerous and he had to stay up there forever. Alone.
The shock made it difficult to even try to piece out an answer so he just stayed there as his brother (stranger) stared at him.
“Stay here, please. I’ll come back more often ? Bring you more books?”
Marianne (Dream) grabbed his arms gently (it burned).
“Can you do that for me, Night- oh sorry, Berlingot?”
Why did that name suddenly sound wrong in that mouth? He shook and still didn’t utter a word.
Was he wrong to want to start anew? To think that that accident (his fault) didn’t have to define him anymore.
His eyes fell on the notebook, lying on the ground now. Orchid was wrong, he had messed up too badly.
He was going to have to live all his life isolated, caged, chained to the tree that helped birth him. Berlingot stumbled backwards, a hand finding the bark behind him.
He was always going to be but a mere branch of it, a barely tolerated gnarly thing everybody was afraid off but couldn’t cut out of fear it might topple the rest with its weight gone. The tips of his fingers, sharp, scratched the wood and the world blurred even more. He couldn’t be like his brother, regardless of how colorful he dressed or how sweet he called himself. He was Nightmare and the world would be better without him.
He didn’t want to stay caged however. Each day spent sitting there made fire cursing through his limbs, made mud flow through his mind. The book let him taste a piece of freedom. A piece of somewhere else, someone else.
It wasn’t enough.
When the blur left, he was sitting against a tree.
But it wasn’t theirs.
He was deep in the woods, curled up in the shadows. Alone.
Fat tears had drenched his collar and continued to do so as he wept pathetically. His hands flew to try to grab around, in search of something, anything, but the ground only offered him grass and sticks and he wept harder.
Something bumped gently onto his head and he looked up to see his diary obscuring the sky.
“Were you looking for that?” The unmistakable voice of his twin sent fresh jolts of pain and fear in his body.
Marianne flopped next to him, close but not touching.
“I’ve talked to your friend.”
Anxiety pushed… the skeleton… to flip through the pages until the last used one, a few pages had been torn away.
“I removed our conversation, I don’t think you would have wanted to keep it.”
“Stop assuming things about me,” he mumbled.
“Uh?”
“Nothing…”
“Sorry for looking into your notebook. I tripped on it while trying to catch you and I saw the ink appearing.”
He brought his knees together and hid his face. It didn’t matter anyways.
“Orchid is nice. I’m happy you got a friend.”
Now he was okay with him interacting with someone else? Ah, must be because he couldn’t touch Orchid.
“...I think I remember why you chose ‘Berlingot’ as a new name.”
He uncurled slightly, glancing with half-lidded eyes at his brother who seemed lost in thoughts. Did he really remember?
“That was that one time I said if you were a candy you would be a berlingot, wasn’t it?”
Now that was embarrassing to hear but yeah. He told him it was made of warm sugar with a little flavor on top of it and he truly couldn’t remember the whole spiel of why it was fitting him but it had been nice.
“I told you there was a simple warmth in you that was comforting and familiar. I can’t really remember the rest. I didn’t really remember it until now.”
It had been long ago. They had been kids.
“You preferred fruits to candies as a child so I was surprised you took one as your name.”
He had been eating more candies recently. Some were still a bit strong for him but it didn’t stop him from enjoying it.
“You have changed a lot since then.”
He hadn’t. He was still stuck in the past. He would never advance.
“Hey,” a hand came to close and he inched away, “I am sorry for earlier, can we talk?”
He wanted to say no, to deny any olive branch and continue sulking until the end of time itself, but, when did he have any right to choose for himself?
So he looked at Marianne and startled. His brother’s cheeks were wet and his eyes were scrunched in a painful yet crazed expression. None of it had filtered through his calm and sweet usual tone.
“What would we need to talk about…?” his voice wobbled, rough and tight, “it’s not like you said anything untrue…”
Marianne’s eyes opened wide and his arms grabbed his shoulders with a firm grip.
“NONE OF WHAT I SAID IS TRUE,” he looked frantic, “I was scared and a little mad and I may be still a bit scared but it wasn’t right of me to say those things.”
He didn’t know how to react to that. He had the distinct feeling that those ‘wrong things’ might have been said while he zoned out earlier. However, saying so might not really help him here.
“I’m just scared… Terrified, even, of what could happen to you if another accident happened. I didn’t mean to keep you away like that…”
Now, he was dreaming again. He was scared for him? Not of him? His eyes unconsciously rested upon the other’s neck where he knew the fabric hid an ugly scar spanning across it.
He let himself flop forwards right into Marianne’s arms, resisting the urge to distance himself from his neck.
“We can go through it together, alright? I will… I will work on my fear and we can make a plan together! I know a few people that should be nice enough to present to you.”
Really? Was it possible? He wanted to ask aloud but his voice didn’t want to work so he just nuzzled softly against the soft fabric of his brother’s shirt.
“It wasn’t your fault Berlingot, it never was.”
They had a lot to talk about, and talk about was what they did on the way back to the tree. On the way back home.
…Maybe Berlingot could let himself hope again. One last time.
End of chapter 14! Go to chapter 15?
og dreamtale belongs to jokublog
Marianne belongs to @yuriyuruandyuraart
Berlingot is mine
Im doing fine! Thanks for asking, Drag! I hope you are doing good as well!!
I will use this ask to give a lil update on my whereabouts...
Um. I haven't used tumblr as much, as you can see. I have a lot of things that I dont think I will be able to catch up to 🫠 BUT! I will make sure to check everything people tagged me in.
The thing is: I have distanced myself from the sans x sans and ship kids fandom for no drama or whatsoever, I just wanted to experience new things with other fandoms and this happens to occur in other sites since, well, the content is for mature audiences... and I really wouldn't like to suddenly change the theme and maturity of my account because 1- I dont want cut contact through here with any mutuals that are minors (which are few iirc, but they still exist) and 2- I will start college again very soon and also an internship, so I wont be able to socialize as much
But still... and this goes to all my mutuals that are old enough: ...do you guys think making a secondary account for saucier stuff so we can discuss saucy things about UTMV and some adult games would be cool?
The ship "aftermare" is between Geno and passive/uncorrupted Nightmare. You can use the corrupted version but the 2 must have known the other before corruption <3
You can add other ships or ocs etc as long as aftermare remain the main pairing!
Any kind of art can be used (drawing, writing, cooking, sewing, papercraft, cooking, ...)
DO NOT USE AI IN ANY WAY PLEASE
You can use aus
Nightmare must be adult. (I'm saying that since canonly Night' had the accident when he was 6) (unless you're making the two kiddies and/or going for a platonic angle, I mean... It could be cute)
there are 2 prompts for each day, you must choose one OwO/
Ooooooor you can mix the two prompts ;)
only SFW please UwU (light gore is autorized as long as it is tagged properly)
romantic or platonic ship your choice ;)
Have fun, mess around, break the rules (not the rules I'm writing here tho 'k òwó). I love seeing creativity ! Jump over days, mess with the order, find an original way to follow the prompts or just ignore them ! The prompts are more guidelines than anything :D
don't forget to tag it as "aftermare week 2026" so people who want to avoid it can (and those who wants to find it can ;3c) !!! And tag me, pretty please, I wanna see everything! 🎉
If you're going to participate or are just interested by the event, don't hesitate to give this post a reblog ÙwÚ
Or to ask questions if you have some ;3
Annnnd before you leave, because I loved @zu-is-here 's successes for her dark cream week, I decided to do something similar! There are no wrong way to do the week and I'm excited to see if all the "successes" I thought about will be unlocked hehe (lil' doubt there, prove me wrong :D)
gracieabrams
germansingergirl
titsay
stormborns
