#mb nightmare

[bunningchaos]

Something's lurking.

Nightmare belongs to jokublog, on Tumblr!

Murder Drones belongs to Liam Vickers

Murder Bones (UTMV X MD) is a idea that I've been working on with a friend-

[moonblossom-au]

MB Nightmares new ref!

Prince Mareritt is a magic castor that secretly accompanies Cross on his quest. Because of a childhood incident, Mareritt’s body is weak. So despite technically being the oldest of the twins, kingdom advisors chose Prince Dream as future heir to the thrown while Mareritt was bedridden.

[zen-unknown]

I had a vision

God I'm hilarious

@moonblossom-au witness me

[solacerider]

Noot Noot :) MB!Nightmare belongs to @slimesomniac

[anewor]

Moon blossom au challenge by @moonblossom-official

Friday~It was an accident

[skaliciascribbles]

Almost Like Somebody Else is There

Blue’s lucky the ludonarrative dissonance isn’t strong, or else he’d be having more problems.

Moon Blossom week - Change Moon Blossom au belongs to @somebodyalreadytookthis2

It was subtle enough that Blue hadn’t noticed it at first, but as his time as part of this adventure went on it became harder to miss and ignore. The first time he’d experienced it was long before he’d first actually noticed it. It was the first time he met Cross actually. Cross had been against him joining and was trying to talk him out of it, so when he eventually agreed to let Blue join, the pastel pink that tinted his right eye and the way his speech changed just slightly were completely missed in Blue’s small celebration.

He probably wouldn’t have noticed the strange moments where Cross just didn’t seem to be fully himself for even longer than it had already taken him to notice if it weren’t for Ink. The first few times they’d met Ink, Cross would say he didn’t want something from the merchant, but seemed to get talked into buying it in the end anyway. So it all seemed relatively normal. He’d caught glimpses of a pink colour in Cross’s right eye, but always thought it was some trick of the light.

“Look, this is a key item. Not like item management is a problem, but this is one you need and thus won’t have to dig as much for,” Ink had stated, his eyes looking somewhere beyond both Blue and Cross. Blue had begun to turn to look to see if somebody else was there, but he only turned far enough to see Cross’s face and his right eye had been something between a faded red and a dusty pink while he paid without any more complaints.

When asking Cross about the strange encounter, Cross had been confused. He didn’t remember buying it, and was sure Blue had given in to pay for the thing himself. That made Blue concerned about his new friend and travelling companion. If it had just been for random seemingly mundane decisions, he probably would have let it go, but now that he was aware of it he easily began to notice that it didn’t stop there.

Cross would act and speak differently whenever his eye light left its white colour behind for anything from pink to a vibrant red. Normally he’d find it just as easy to get lost and confused in the castle as the rest of the group, but when his eye light changed colour he had a higher chance of going the right way or picking out the solution to a puzzle. Some encounters with demons kept the white light, but when facing one of the demon lords, Cross’s eye light had gone the most vivid red Blue had seen from him. That fight had Cross doing things Blue wasn’t sure he’d be able to replicate once the colour left. Sure enough, when asked about the fight, Cross couldn’t recall the specifics of it.

It was by accident that he’d realized that the same thing happened to Dream some times as well. The whole thing was harder to notice for Dream physically as his eye lights would both change to a lighter yellow that had a bit of a peachy colour in it as well. Strangely enough, the behaviour he picked up when acting strangely matched Cross’s strange behaviour. The same mannerisms in speaking with some of their actions even lining up to match.

As he kept notes on the similarities between the two, he began to wonder if somehow Nightmare’s supposed ailment was similar to this. The only problem with that theory was that Nightmare would vanish during the time his memory failed him, whereas the other two would stick around. There was also the fact that the two would remember the gist of what had happened even if specifics didn’t line up, whereas Nightmare had holes.

Eventually, Blue got fed up with knowing nothing. He knew barely anything, Nightmare knew less than him, and Cross and Dream somehow knew even less. It was frustrating and he wanted answers. So, he went to the only person he figured might have them.

Ink was lounging in his shop that was luckily still in the same spot Blue could remember last seeing him. The magic merchant was playing his flute along to the strange noise that seemed to be a song somehow played with multiple grass whistles that was somehow always present. The other noticed him quickly, perking up as he put his flute down. “Here to buy something? It’s an odd time for you to be doing so.”

Blue shook his head. “I have questions that I think only you will be able to answer.”

“Ooo!~” Ink was leaning against the front of his shop. “What kind of questions?~”

“Questions about the strange things going on with Cross and Dream. They seem to happen when we’re around you a lot, and almost like you trigger them sometimes, so I want to know what’s happening.” Blue pushed himself to try and find some line between polite and demanding. The temptation to slip into the more casual speak he would hear more often while growing up was also there, but if he wanted to get accepted as a knight he knew he had to work on his more formal speech.

One of Ink’s ever-changing eye lights turned into an exclamation point while the other turned into a squiggly line. “Oh! You mean when-” a strange layered noise that had Blue cringing left Ink’s mouth “-is doing things!”

“Wh-what was that noise?” Blue couldn’t help but hunch into himself and reach to fiddle with his scarf.

Ink rolled his eyes with a huff. “I think the fourth wall is censoring me. I’ll have to break it for you sometime.”

“You… probably shouldn’t be breaking walls?” Blue wasn’t really sure what was going on right now.

“Aw c’mon, they’ll love it,” Ink said with a wink Blue had sometimes seen him throw towards empty space.

Blue’s face pitched into confusion. “Why are you giving me that look?”

“Because you’re sharing eyes,” Ink responded as if this was somehow something obvious Blue should already be knowing.

“You know what? I think I’m going to look for answers elsewhere. Thank you for your time.” Blue ducked out of the shop quickly, hoping he really wouldn’t have to go back to Ink for the answers. Trying to understand him was more difficult than trying to understand even the insane demons chattering. There had to be an explanation for what was going on that made more sense than trying to decipher Ink’s cryptic words.

[lunatunacat-14]

♡~Lullaby of the Moon~♡

[ MB Nightmares voice , MB Blueberrys voice ]

[ Moon Blossom week, Tuesday: by moonlight ]

[ Ship selected: Nightberry ]

[ Moon Blossom AU belongs to @somebodyalreadytookthis2 ]

[ Song: Lullaby of the Moon - David Vitas Ft. Elsie lovelock, https://youtu.be/Tk9KVJemntA ]

It wasn't uncommon to find a simple rogue out at the time of night, where the moon shines the brightest. The stars escaping the dark of night.

Though that doesn't mean it still wasn't dangerous, it certainly was. But something about the night called to him. Be it the calm rays of the moon, or how the wind would ever so slightly blow across his face. Or maybe the calm lullaby of the waters below, rushing without a care for who it hurts.

He sighed calmly, looking up to admire the beauty that shines within the deep blue sky. His radiant ocean blue eyes, shining almost as if they were a star themselves.

Distant moon, so big and bright~

His attention was soon dragged to the sound of a voice, oh how beautiful it was. The little rogue followed, his curiosity pushing him closer.

He was welcomed by a seemingly gorgeous garden, the first thing to catch his eyes was the stranger surrounded by what he guessed to be black roses. Though the power he felt was not that of roses, it was strong. Unlike any plant hes ever been near.

Softest silver glowing through the night~

He found himself looking back to the stranger, they're voice sounded almost heavenly. So alluring, like a siren.

Hight atop, the mountain gold~

Sun unseen, the world is cold~

Here I wait, and here I stand~

Early morning northern hour hand~

The blue rouge slowly started to slip from the tree he was holding onto, his grip getting tighter. As he listened to the lovely voice ahead of him.

Studying, in solitude~

Looking for, a hidden clue~

I wish, to see this world through my own eyes~

To calm, the elders and silence their cries~

Because, of you I now gaze up and sing~

The lullaby of the moo--oon~

He softly let go of the tree, his feet guiding him along to the stranger. As the calm humming softly drifted him closer. He had never heard anything so beautiful, yet so sad. It sounded like a tale they were trying to tell, and he was willing to listen. As he drifted next to the stranger, sitting down next to them.

The other looking at who dared come close. Though the humming didn't stop, no it continued. The blue rouge now joining in, his fear of what the other was not striking him. He saw no reason to be afraid, that was a mistake on his part. The demon softly continued his story, he now looking away.

Found at last, I steal away~

The demon then effortlessly picks the rogue up, the other squeaking in response. That is not what he expected, but he still seemed to smile. As the demon whisked him away. He didn't know why.

Moving faster through the silent shade~

Sea of stars, like flowers blooms~

Looking for, the hidden tomb~

Here I found, the crescent blade~

He couldn't help to swoon a little, the others touch like fire on his bones. The wind swiftly passing them as they went. It was like he was under some spell, and he never wants it to break.

Forged by Rakkor, surely lunar made~

Shining down, upon the earth~

Now they'll see, I'll prove my worth~

Blue slowly rested his head on the demons shoulder, a feeling of belonging coming over him as he nuzzled into the others chest. A sickening sweet smile coming from the darker.

I wish, to see the world through my own eyes~

To calm, the elders and silence their cries~

Because, of you I now gaze up and sing~

The demon looked at the smaller in his arms as he sung the last verse. A sweet blue blush painting itself onto the others cheeks. But surely the other wasn't speaking to him, right? Though his thought was forgotten almost as fast as it came.

The lullaby of the moo--oon~

They began to slow as they perch up and land on the roof of some abandoned tower, the demon putting the other down. As the blue rogue wined a little, from being pulled from the other. But was quickly quieted as the demon took the others hand into his own.

Condemned me to death~

With my last breath~

Sorrow and anger~

Full my head~

The little wonderer felt pity, as the demon put his head down. But was surprised when he was pulled closer.

Distant moon, so big and bright~

Softest silver glowing through the night~

High atop, the mountain gold~

Sun unseen, the world is cold~

To the demons slight surprise, blue began to sing along with him. They're voices complementing each other perfectly, like fire and water.

Now I know, my choosen path~

Higher calling they will know my wrath~

Raise my relic blade~

I will not be swayed~

The two began to dance upon the roof of the tower, as if the whole world only consisted of the other in front of them. Their eyes never snapping from the others gaze.

With the might of the moon by my side~~

As the story ended so did their dance, their faces slowly moving closer. Blue hesitating, they just met. Did he really want to do this?

But his worrys were all swept away as he felt the warmth of the others hand caressing his cheek. Them both leaning in, the kiss gentle but passionate. Our little rogue hesitantly pulled the other closer, as they refused to part. The other being addictive and sweet. But in the end the need of air pulled them apart, their hot breath landing on each others faces. Their eyes glued together, as they slowly rocked back and forth, captivated by the other. Never wanting to escape the others grasp.

This surely is a lullaby of love, that will never end. Right?

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Oh my, that took forever! I hope people still enjoyed this!

Lots of love!!♡♡♡♡♡

[peachy-ghouls]

I was ALMOST on time. It's 12:06 AM.

Goddangit lmao.

LMAO STILL HAPPY WITH HOW THIS IS

Anyways, made the bewitched prompt for @somebodyalreadytookthis2 a MB AU that I've fallen in love with! Drew it while listening to Fantastic Beasts music, haha.

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