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today i decided to make another drawing of marvul and halluciv human version (◕ᴗ◕✿)

And I thought it was really cool and cute! Ah remembering that I used this base that is up there, the characters do not belong to me

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Very quick sketch of Marmar

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Moon’s Respite, Light’s Trial

this is a discord request fill

A/N: so the Nightmares Night: original DT pre-apple Nightmare, Mare: post corruption DT Nightmare, Illusion: the nightmare in shattereddreamsau, NM, Void: Xtra Testing MV Nightmare Fides: Sibling Rescue Mission Nightmare and Moon is DS Nightmare, and… because he was specifically mentioned in the request… Halluciv - swapverse Nightmare

The Dreams: Dream - original, DT pre-apple Dream, Star: post-corruption DT Dream, Shattered - Shattered Dream, Sunspot - Xtra Testing MV Dream, Cordian: Sibling Rescue Mission Dream, Light: DS Dream. And… because again, he was requested specifically… Marvul - swapverse Dream

creators of the various and sundry AUs: Illusion and Shattered @shattereddreamsau, DS Night and Dream @onebizarrekai, Void and Sunspot @therandomskelekey, Fides and Cordian @ebelwrites, the original dream and nightmare belong to the UT community and so do Halluciv and Marvul

warnings: cursing

word count: 2,576

Summary: DS Nightmare wakes up in a glade at night and meets alternate versions of himself, and they talk for a while. Elsewhere, but closer than either of them are aware, DS Dream meets some of his alternate selves as well.

tagslist: @anxiety-is-married-to-depression @angelofthehalfmoon @trainwreck-of-skeletons @hisame-amadashi​ @therandomskelekey @capisnotonfire

Moon groaned a little as he straightens up a little, trying to figure out where the hell he was. The last thing he remembered was… Was-

Horrible, burning pain as Dream watches from above, the scientists strapping him down to some awful device. He screams and pleads for Dream’s mercy, tears in his eye lights that he didn’t know that he still had. The soul-shattering p a i n that wracked through his body until darkness claimed his vision, Dream’s name the last thing he remembered screaming for.

He had woken up in a grassy field, and looked up. There was a dark, starlight sky that stretched overhead, which lead towards the beginning of a dawn - or perhaps sunset? Moon couldn’t tell whether the sun was just beginning to rise, or if it was going to set. Despite the horrific amount of pain he should be in, he’s feeling pretty good, actually. He just would like to know where the hell he is.

A voice that sounds strikingly similar to his own called out “I’d wait to head in that direction, if I were you…” the other’s voice was much softer and gentler than his ever was.

Moon twists around and stares in utter confusion at… Himself? The other was wearing the golden circlet and the purple clothes - except for his awesome cape… Violet eye lights and the other certainly did seem to have a negative aura, too “Wh...Who the fuck are you?” That’s… This shouldn’t be possible. There was only one set of emotive guardians per multiverse.

“Call me Night. I’m an alternate version of you, of course. Uhm… I and the others were summoned here after… After you died.” Night explained, looking awkward, uncomfortable and guilty.

“That shitty fucking Dream of yours accidentally killed the both of you.” A warped and strangely layered voice hissed from the other side of the clearing. A tall, tar-covered… 

“Oh my stars! What the fuck happened to you?!” Moon yelps, staring in horror at the sheer menace that version of himself exuded.

“I consumed almost all of the apples - after changing most of the positive apples negative. I’ve gained an incredible amount of power and influence. There are a few who try to oppose me, but-” Mare began, having teleported close enough to talk without needing to shout.

“They can’t possibly resist you for long, yadda, yadda, yadda.” A second, goopy version of himself wearing a pirate’s outfit responded, rolling his visible eye light with a huff. “We call him Mare. He’s goopy and cranky. I’m Void! The villagers forced the negative apples into my mouth, while pinning down Sunny - my Dream - so that neither of us could escape them. Bastard. Anyways, you’re probably wondering why you’re here.”

“Yeah, what the fuck does he mean by I’m dead?! Are all of you dead too? Is this the afterlife for beings like us?” Moon growled, glaring at both of the corrupted Nightmares, folding his arms over his chest.

“No, we’re alive. You’re the only one who’s dead right now - your multiverse is resetting, and you’ll be reborn. You’re the first of us to die, so none of us will know how long you’ll be in here. This is a meeting space for all of us to meet.” A timid and tired sounding voice called out, another version of himself apparently. He was wearing a long purple coat with silver polka-dots “Please call me Illusion.”

“What? But… But… I’ve… I’ve seen other Nightmares die before… Not very often, and we do all we can to save them before that happens… But I haven’t been pulled into this space, and certainly with none of you…” Another version of himself calls out. He seems… Very young and terribly confused. “I-I’m Fides, by the way…”

The tallest and scariest of all of them groaned and huffed “That’s likely because they weren’t from prime multiverses. Or another group of Nightmares was pulled together to speak with them as their multiverse resets more slowly. Or… They chose to truly die, and go onwards, rather than return to their potentially reset multiverse.” Mare continued to glare at each of them, as if daring them to disagree.

“Don’t be rude, Mare! These things don’t really make sense.” A short, goopy version of himself huffed, pouting adorably up at their taller counterpart “I’m Halluciv! But you can call me Halli or Lucy for short, if you like! Uhm… I can offer you some advice about dealing with an aggressive Dream… Marvul… Err, the Dream of my multiverse can be kind of… Uhm...” Halluciv winced a little and went quiet, fidgeting with his sleeves, his eye light downward cast “You’ve gotta challenge him, but only on things that really matter to you.”

“A-Also, i-isolating yourself… E-Even if you think it would help, d-doesn’t.” Illusion spoke up, stuttering a little bit as he took a hesitant step forwards “You need to find allies, friends who will help you… Even if your goal is just to live and survive… Also… Even if he says otherwise, your Dream does care for you… You’ve gotta… You’ve gotta figure out how to remind him of this, and I’ve found that hugging my Dream… Or at least, speaking quietly to the other, radiating care for him, is often enough to get him to stop whatever he’s doing, at least for a while. He’ll probably cuddle you though.”

“As much as I hate to agree with the walking doormat he’s got several good points.” Mare hummed “the fastest way to stop any Dream is to remind them that you love them, despite any bullshit that’s been going on between the two of you. And let it show in your aura, as it tends to stop the Dream dead in their tracks, which is very useful in a number of ways.”

“I am not a d-doormat, you asshole! Just because I no longer go around terrorizing the multiverse I live in, doesn’t make me meek.” Illusion growled at Mare, his violet eye lights flashing cyan for a couple of moments, his voice getting deeper - close to that strange, echoing quality that Mare’s, Void’s and Halluciv’s did.

Fides sneaks over to Moon and gently taps him on one shoulder as Mare and Illusion start yelling at each other, murmuring quietly “The two of theirs timelines don’t differ all that much, so they see a lot of themselves in one another, which causes them to clash. I’ve seen Dreams and Nightmares clash with one another in different ways, and there’s no one way that is sure to try to prevent yours from causing trouble… But I would hope that he has his share of regrets, as I’ve… I have spoken to DS Dreams who have successfully broken the soul bond and killed their Nightmares… I haven’t met one yet who hasn’t deeply regretted their actions. I can only hope that when you reincarnate, you’ll remember enough of this to know that despite the difficulties that you might face, there are those who care for you, and will support you. My Dream - Cordian - is caring and loving and fiercely so. Both Nightmares and Dreams have the capacity for a great deal of love and care and compassion… As well as the ability to inspire terror, pain and cause destruction. You both have a second chance, and I hope that things go better… But if things start going not so good, Cordian and I will find you, and we’ll take you to safety.”

Moon nods a little, a small smile appearing on his face as he responds “Thank you, Fides. I think that helps. Do you really think that I won’t remember much?”

“I don’t know - I’ve never been here, and this whole reincarnation thing is very new to me. Maybe you’ll remember everything, maybe you’ll only remember bits and pieces. But I hope that you’re not doomed to repeat the same story over again. That would.. That would be awful.” Fides responded, gently squeezing Moon’s shoulder gently.

“I… I have a suggestion!” Halluciv piped up, having appeared close behind the two uncorrupted Nightmares and startling the holy hell out of him “If you tell your Dream what you’re going through with the villagers - that they go after you, no matter how nice you are, or how hard you try to make them happy like he does - and have him hide and see that you’re doing what you can to be nice and they just… They’re cruel and mean to you, it should get through to him that it’s not just you, but the villagers, too.” 

“I… I can try. Dream tried to make me befriend some of them, but he’d never listened when I said that it wouldn’t work. And I wouldn’t let them fuck me over - if they fucked with me, I’d prank them right the hell back, os that they’d have a reason to hate me… But if I remember that, I’ll keep that suggestion in mind.”

Halluciv nodded, beaming happily at that. “Good, I hope that you remember the good things in your past life, and the advice we’ve given you…” Night, Illusion and Mare are still arguing rather vehemently with one another, and look as if they’re going to start a Fight.

But that’s not Moon’s concern, especially as green magic that is… Strangely familiar, wraps him up, and a voice that he only remembers distantly calls him forth “Come to me, please… I-I need your help.”

His memory of a body vanishes, and he’s in his very first form - a violet ball of pure emotive magic, as his distress, feelings of hurt and betrayal and everything else melts away as he rushes to the side of the Guardian of the Tree of Feelings, chirping a little and gently nuzzling their face, startled and worried, as he can sense that they are injured and possibly dying. His other half is glowing softly on their other side and is nuzzling as well.

Moon chirps curiously at Light, who floats over and nuzzles into him for a moment as the two of them try to pulse magic into The Guardian, to try to help them heal.

They cough a little and smile “Oh, young ones… I am dying, and the tree is damaged. I will merge with the tree, in order to save it, but before I do, I will make you both bodies so that you can protect the tree when I am gone."

~

Light blinked in confusion as he looked around the space that he was in. The sky was a beautiful dawn, the rising sun painting the sky and clouds in a stunning riot of oranges and pinks and yellows. The shadows on the opposite side of the clouds were strikingly dark, and the far end of the sky was still dark and speckled with stars. He started to move towards that darker potion of the forest he was in, curious and wishing to explore.

He pauses for a moment as he hears… Six? Beings growl at him, having apparently surrounded him on all sides. Curiously enough, all he senses is Positivity magic and he calls out "I do not know why you are growling at me, but I assure you that I mean you no harm."

"Except that you fucking murdered you other half, you miserable waste of magic!" Hissed one of them, stepping into the dawn light… A version of himself? The other had a blue spot or hole on his head and radiated power and fury.

"I don't… I don't know what you're talking about." Light snapped back, glaring at the other, though he was trying to be sure that he kept a wary eye light out for his alternate selves who all seemed to be quite hostile.

"Do you not remember murdering your Nightmare after attempting to break the fate bond between the two of you? Or the fact that, given what you look like, you've likely been hunting him down for decades and experimenting on him when he's captured in order to figure out thow to break that very bond." A version of himself who also had wings growled.

“Considering the fact that you have wings as well I suppose that you consumed the apples in order to-” Light began, though he was abruptly cut off.

“I ate the apples as I’ve seen the pain and suffering of others, including version of NIghtmare and Dream, and I wished to end the torment they’ve gone through! I only wish that I’d have seen a vision of your Nightmare, so that I would have been able to rescue him from you.” The other winged Dream interrupted with a hiss.

“Leave it, Cordian. He’s not the type to back down from his decision, even if it’s a shit one. He’s offended that we’d dare to scold him.” A strangely warped voice called out from directly behind Light, sounding amused. As the voice had spoken, something slimy wrapped around Light’s neck, wrists and ankles before yanking him down to the forest floor. He sputtered and flailed, trying to get free “LET ME GO!” But he’s unable to struggle free.

“Why should I? You tormented your Nightmare! The least you should get is a stern lecture from alternate versions of yourself.” The warped voice hissed.

“Y-You guys are being a bit… H-Harsh…” A rather young sounding voice called out. He was short, wearing a blue and yellow guardian outfit and a yellow cape “B-But, i-if he really has been so m-mean to his Nighty…. I hope this gets through to him! Nightlight is the center of my world, and he should be the center of yours! The mortals come and go, no matter how nice they are to you… Night… If you’re not awful to him… Night will always be there, if you love and cherish him, and you should care for and love him.”

A slightly taller Dream wearing black pants and shirt, along with a gold colored hood with two striped and tapered ends that draped over his shoulders, nodded in agreement “Yes… Hopefully being killed because you failed to break the fate bond will encourage you to be better in your next reincarnation.”

“If I could… If I could reincarnate then…” A Dream in an orange hoodie and black and brown pants murmured quietly “I might be able to protect Void better…”

It’s not as if you could have predicted what those shitheads did to the both of you.” The goop-covered Dream murmured, gently patting hoodie-Dream on one shoulder with a tentacle lightly “You did what you could, Sunny.”

“Thanks, Shattered” Sunny responded before focusing on Light for a couple of moments, saying “Let him go - It’s starting.”

What was starting? Light wondered, the breath being knocked out of his metaphorical lungs as green magic wrapped around him and he was forced into the shape of a golden sphere, his memories blurring before fading away almost entirely.

~

Guilt tugged at him as his eyes opened and he found himself in front of the Guardian of Emotions and Moon, and he zips over to Moon, letting out a soft purr, hoping that the other would forgive him for whatever weighed so heavily on his soul.

The Guardian was hurt! LIght flew over to them, pulsing healing magic through them, hoping that it would work. She gently told him to stop, saying that she was dying. He let out a sad little trill.

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To be honest with you guys, Marvul’s hair cracks me up, mainly because it looks like a dead starfish. Also I haven’t given you guys an update on Max.... He is in liver failure, so his days are numbered, but he is getting lots of love and attention and is enjoying lots of naps. Let’s just hope he can get better. 

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How Nightmares are Made

Once upon a time, there was a tree that bore two kinds of fruit.  One side bore bright golden fruit, which embodied the happiness and joy in people’s hearts.  The other bore inky black ones, embodying every negative feeling in existence.  The tree had two guardians, brothers, named Dream and Nightmare.  Dream tended to the boughs bearing the golden fruit, while Nightmare cared for the dark ones.

Nightmare didn’t like his job.  He didn’t like being the one to bring misery to people, being the embodiment of negativity and hatred.  It hurt sometimes, knowing that he was the reason for their pain.  But he knew what his purpose was, that he was necessary.  Because what is joy without sadness?

Others unfortunately didn’t see it that way.  Whenever a person was afraid or sad, they blamed him, even though he didn’t truly have any control over it.  They saw him as evil without giving him a chance to defend himself.  He didn’t mind though.  He loved the faces of those who came to him for guidance through the shadows of sadness, and enjoyed helping them.

Dream however, never saw that.  All he saw was how the people would worship and revere him, while shunning and cursing his brother.  Dream loved the people, but he loved his brother more, and decided that he wouldn’t stand for the people looking down on him.  He had to do something about it.

If the tree were to become unbalanced, Dream knew, the emotions of people would shift.  If there were no more positive feelings, people would be forced to respect his brother.  To revere him like they did Dream.  And so one night, while everyone was asleep, Dream climbed the tree.  He climbed into the branches cradling the fruits he’d tended to for as long as he could remember, and picked one.  Of course, the fruit couldn’t just be picked.  It needed to be eaten in order for the positivity in it to be destroyed.  Dream raised the fruit to his lips and

“Dream!”

Dream nearly fell off the branch from shock.  Once he’d found his bearings, he looked to where the voice had come from.  To his surprise, Nightmare stood there, looking up at Dream in fearful confusion.

“You’re supposed to be asleep.”  Dream tried to send his brother away.  He didn’t need to be seen as an accomplice.

“So are you.” Nightmare replied.  “What are you doing?”

Dream looked back at the fruit in his hand, its golden flesh gleaming in the starlight.  “I’m helping you.”

Nightmare was taken aback.  “What do you mean, helping me?  I’m fine.”

“NO, YOU’RE NOT!” Dream bellowed, making Nightmare step back a little.  “Do you think I don’t see how they treat you?  How they blame you for everything?  How they hate you?  Don’t you think it hurts me?”

Nightmare stared up at Dream, a sad, self-depreciating smile on his face.  “But that’s how it has to be.  A person can’t be complete without both positive and negative feelings.”

“But they hurt you!” Dream snarled.  “And I’m going to make them stop.  Once there’s nothing but negative feelings, they’ll have to appreciate you!”

Suddenly, Nightmare realized exactly what Dream’s plan was.  “No…” he muttered.  “Dream you can’t!”

“This is how it has to be, Night.” Dream replied.  “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything.”

And with that, Dream bit into the fruit.  He was flooded with happiness and joy and bliss, but it was short-lived.  No matter.  He had planned to eat all the golden fruits, and that’s precisely what he would do.  He’d eaten about half of them by the time that Nightmare finally came to his senses.  He reached out his arm, summoning his crescent moon scythe to his hand.  Leaping into the tree, he attacked Dream.

“Brother, stop this madness!” he pleaded.  But Dream was stronger now, and simply knocked Nightmare aside.

“Madness?” he questioned.  “Is it madness to wish for my dear brother to be revered as I am?  To long for him to be happy?  Because if so,” he grinned menacingly, “then I will gladly go insane!”  Dodging another attack from his brother, Dream leapt back into the tree.  He ate more and more of the fruits as Nightmare could do nothing but watch in horror while the brother he loved more than anything else in the world destroyed himself for a doomed hope.  Nightmare gripped his scythe tighter and grit his teeth.  No, he wouldn’t let this happen.  With a mighty cry, he launched himself at his brother again.

Dream turned to Nightmare in disbelief.  “So you want to stop me?” he mused.  “Fine.  Just try.”  He materialized his staff, and met Nightmare halfway.  The dark child fought to the best of his ability, but Dream, having taken all those positive feelings into himself, was stronger, much stronger.  Once Nightmare was sufficiently weakened, Dream cast a sleeping spell on him, to keep him from waking.  He then went back to his task, completing it long before the sun rose.  Carefully, he lifted his brother into his arms, carrying him back to their house and tucking him into bed.  Dream smiled.  Now, people would be forced to love his brother.  They would have no other choice.

The next morning, the townsfolk woke up feeling sad and angry.  And empty.  Nightmare had woken up as early as he could to prepare for what he knew would happen.  Reaching in his pocket, he fiddled with the black fruit he had picked that morning.  He sat solemnly beneath the tree, as he waited for the mob he knew was forming.  As he looked out to the town, he could see them.  Some carried pitchforks and torches, others brought swords and spears.  Nightmare sighed and stood.  He was ready for this.

The mob stopped a few meters away from Nightmare.  They all looked at the tree, seeing the bare branches devoid of golden fruit.  As they turned their attention back to Nightmare, he bowed his head slightly.

“Nightmare!” one of the men cried.  “Did you do this?”

Nightmare shook his head, but before the mob could start calling him a liar, he held up his hand.  “I was not the one who took away the light.  My brother was, and I have not seen him since.  I do however, know his reasoning.”  He paused, steeling himself for the hatred he knew would soon be directed at him.  “He disliked how he perceived your treatment of me.  He wanted you to revere me the way you do him.  But he didn’t think of the repercussions.”  He raised his head, looking straight at the mob.  “If the tree is unbalanced, that throws off your emotions.  By destroying the positive feelings embodied in the fruit, he has removed your happiness.  All you are able to feel now is hate, fear, and pity.  You loved and adored him.  He didn’t realize that.”  Nightmare sighed.  “I know that many of you would think that I’m lying.  It’s understandable, after all, you know that I protect negative feelings and bring nightmares.  For that, I apologize.”  He bowed, both in apology and humility.

A rock came flying into his head.  He winced, but knew that they had to get their frustrations out somehow.  Suddenly, an unknown force pushed the people away from him.  When Nightmare looked up, he saw something that chilled him to his bone marrow. 

Dream stood in front of him, practically glowing in the early morning light.  Shimmering golden wings sprung from his shoulder blades, spread in an almost protective manner.  He held a sword in leu of his staff, and he stood in a defensive stance, but one that could turn offensive in an instant.  He looked like an avenging angel come down from the heavens, here to rain death and destruction on any and all who opposed him.

“D…Dream?” Nightmare whispered hesitantly.

“Why?” Dream bit out harshly.  “Why do you let them hurt you?  Why don’t you ever fight back?”  The people were silent as they thought about it.  Dream was right.  Nightmare had never fought back against the beatings they gave him, but whenever someone tried to steal a fruit, they were almost killed.  So it wasn’t that Nightmare couldn’t stop them.  So why didn’t he?

“Because if they want to take it out on me, that’s fine.  We heal quicker than most, I can handle it.”

“But you don’t have to.”  Dream shook his head.  “I came back because I want us to rule this world.  Together.  It’s what we deserve after protecting these ingrates’ feelings for so long.”  He turned and extended a hand toward Nightmare.  “Remember those games we used to play?  When we would pretend to be kings?  We don’t have to pretend anymore, Nightmare!  We can make it real!”

Nightmare looked at Dream’s hand, then up at his face.  In his eyes, Nightmare saw joy, hope, and madness.  He shook his head and stood on his own.

“You’ve lost yourself, Dream.  This isn’t a game, and these people aren’t pawns on a chessboard.  I’m going to give you one chance to give up on this foolish notion and help me fix this, or we’ll fight.”  Nightmare readied his scythe, ready for an attack.

Dream scowled.  “So this is how it will be.  Fine.  Then let’s finish this.”  He swung his sword in a wide arc, barely missing Nightmare’s nose.

“Run!” Nightmare called over his shoulder.  “Get out of here!”  The mob quickly dispersed, running back to their homes to avoid the two battling brothers.

“You still worry for them?” Dream snarled.  “Even though they never showed you the same courtesy?”

Nightmare refused to respond, simply choosing to glare at Dream.

As they traded blows, it was clear that Dream had the upper hand.  Nightmare knew there was nothing left to do but use the fruit.  He drew it out of his pocket and bit into it.  It was sour and bitter, with a slimy texture.  He grimaced, but choked it down.  He felt the negative emotions in him swirling and bubbling to the surface, and he harnessed them.  Slimy, inky black tentacles tore out of his back, waving in the air as Nightmare breathed.  He looked up at his brother, whose face was contorted in fear and shock.

“Now… Now we end this.”

Nightmare dashed over to Dream, tentacles at the ready, and started his attack.  But even with his new appendages, Nightmare was unable to make a dent in Dream’s defenses.  A great golden light shone from Dream’s skin, throwing Nightmare back and turning him to stone.  Dream stilled, his face suddenly going blank.

“No…  This isn’t what I wanted…”

People were starting to trickle out of their homes, staring at the two.  A little girl slowly walked over to Nightmare and touched his face.  Her parents ran up and tried to tug her away, but she shook them off.  She hugged the statue of Nightmare and wept.  Dream was taken aback, but he looked at the townsfolk.  He glared, and ordered for the statue to be put in the center of town and taken care of.  With that, he left, flying back to the castle that he’d taken after he put Nightmare to sleep.  He sat on the throne and started to plan.

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