#dt nightmare

[sla64101]

Flexible birb

[lizzyflowers]

Happy Birthday Dreamtale Twins!!

Dreamtale by Jokublog

I wanted to make something akin to a child's drawing. This is all Dream has left of him. This is the only way for him to remember how his brother used to look like.

Did his brother used to have gold lines on his tunic?

Ah, he can't seem to recall.

[agr33n]

I haven't drawn digitally in a hot minute, but I took my hand at Nightmare sans along with passive Nightmare. As much as Nightmare brings me joy, one thing that always pissed me off was how he went from prince clothing to basketball shorts and a hoodie. Absolutely not, that man is a fucking narcissist, he's gonna make himself as fancy as he possibly can

Anyway, i ended up going with a ram, since the horns could be made into a mask easily, and also look like crescent moons (half of the mask broke when the goop or whatever exploded out of his eye like an LOL surprise or smth)

[levenxa]

Corruption and Radiance…

Dreamswap: @/Onebizarrekai

Dreamtale: @/Jokublog

[tacitustempered]

reblogging helps my art... so.. consider :flushed:

WOOOOO NIGHTMARES LETS FUCKING GOOOO

[dt-artist1]

Fem! Nightmare

[odderancyart]

Nightmare/Red So a while ago I saw this, and wanted to do something with this ship. I finally wrote it.

”You belong to me.”

Chuckling as arms embraced him from behind, Red looked down at his boss. Nightmare was staring at him. His remaining eye was glowing intensely, and Red’s soul warmed at the mixed love, possessiveness, and protectiveness in it. Leaning into the shorter’s arms, he grinned widely. Even his aching ribs didn’t feel very important anymore.

“well duh, m’lord,” he replied teasingly. Nightmare seemed torn between frowning and grinning at that, and Red couldn’t help but snort. Then the other’s expression turned darker. He swallowed. Oops. Here it came.

“That means,” Nightmare said, very slowly, “that you’re not allowed to almost get killed, you idiot.”

Red only muttered in response. C’mon. He’d grown up in Underfell, what did the other expect from him? Sanity? That was a little too much to ask for. Nightmare growled, and he sighed, sinking deeper into his partner(?)’s arms. He mumbled, “sorry, night.”

But really. It wasn’t his fault that Murder couldn’t handle civilized bargaining. Not that he was a fan of it either, but his brother was an expert. And of fucking course he’d protect Papyrus from a Swapfell Toriel attacking. Why didn’t he go yell at Murder instead?

As though Nightmare could read his thoughts (could he? Red wasn’t sure how far his abilities went), he rolled his eye and smirked. “Believe me. Murder isn’t going unpunished for his stupidity.”

Before Red got a chance to reply, tentacles grabbed him. He was, surprisingly gently, shoved him back into the bed he’d just gotten up from. He’d gotten tired after lying there for he-didn’t-know-how-long. Funny that he’d get tired of being lazy; he hoped Papyrus was proud.

Grunting in pain, he glared at Nightmare. And much to his annoyance, he only received an unimpressed gaze in return before the other flopped down next to him. He let out a small yell of protest as he was squeezed against the Lord of Negativity’s chest with the tentacles holding him firmly in place. After struggling for a few seconds, he relaxed.

“there, are ya happy now?” he grumbled. His soul had begun beating slower, steadier. Red didn’t want to admit it, but it felt nice. The negativity coming from Nightmare wasn’t much of a problem; he’d grown up close to enough of it to know how to handle it. Behind him, he felt the other smirk.

“Very. Now go to sleep. You need to heal. Dumbass.” The last word was added almost as an afterthought, making Red chuckle again. With Nightmare there, it didn’t feel quite as awfully boring to sleep some more. He closed his eyes, yawning.

“whatever, asshole,” he mumbled, rolling around and placing his face by Nightmare’s collarbone. It was squishy, but he found himself not minding. It felt weirdly safe in the other’s arms, and safety was something to be cherished. Red snorted at the thought. He felt safe in the arms of the Nightmare King. Ironic.

Yet, as the other held him tighter, he exhaled deeply and felt himself slip back to sleep. Nightmare was weirdly comfortable. That was absolutely the only reason he enjoyed it so much. Yep.

“Sleep tight, Red,” he thought he heard the other mumble, once again surprisingly gently, before he returned to the dreamscape

[lizzyflowers]

Happy 10th Anniversary Dreamtale

☆ Dreamtale by Jokublog ☆ Dreamtale Anniversary on 5th March