#nightmaregalaxystar

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Behold the mighty tarot card of Nightmare! The dark blue and red roses represent his soul, the tombstones bear warnings for what is to come! Stare into the swirling abyss of star covered feathers! Don't get lost in his peaceful gaze for too long, however.

Once death comes for you, you'll never escape.

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    Nightmare Headshot art + mini story

Here's a little story that I wrote with it! Kind of a reader pov, tell me how I did an if you enjoyed it!!

You were just walking peacefully in the City, when you were grabbed and pulled into an alleyway, with Poachers surrounding you. You could tell, because of the symbols seared into their bare shoulders. As a demon, you were still targeted by them, no beast, demon, or angelic being was safe from these humans. They weren't even allowed in the City! How did they get in?! You slowly back into the biggest one, a giant, burly man with a wicked face.

    "Look here, sweetheart, just come with us, an' we can all leave peacefully together. How's a weekly paycheck and a place to stay sound? "

    You knew what he really meant. Be a slave to him, and he would reward you. You, however, didn't want to go down like this.

    Not like this.

    "Sorry, I'm not becoming a prisoner today!"

    You shout, your hands glow with magic as you summon your blades and take a swing. You were never much of a fighter, but you weren't going to not fight this time. Your time away from practicing your blades hit you at full force as thean expertly grabs your wrist and knocks you into the ground, the blade scattering away from you. Taking the other you desperately attempt to slash, but that wrist was grabbed too, and the grip was so, so crushing. You drop that blade, too.

    You open your mouth to scream, when the man's face above you suddenly turns to shock. You blink as his grip loosens and he's lifted off of you, realizing that a silver diamond blade tip was pierced through his chest, and his side. Whoever had stabbed him was strong enough to sling the leading Poacher into the opposite wall, next to a dumpster. You look up at your savior, and you seem to recognize her. Her hair was cropped short, curling around her face, and outwards in the back. Her bright, angry red eyes glares from the man to his buddies, who snarl and draws their weaponry. The girl who's saved you, however, was faster. In a blink of an eye, one of the men chokes, and his headless body falls to the ground, his head rolling to stop in front of his friend's feet. The man looks around wildly, the girl had seemed to disappear. You hear another slash of those deadly swords, and he lets out a silent scream as he's- literally- cut in half, his body colliding to the ground in two pieces.

    You blink as the girl slides her swords back into their scabbards before they dissolve, then turns to you halfway and winks.

    "You okay there, darling?"

    You nod, then roll over to all fours to stand, stretching out your wings to help balance you as you get to your feet. As you face the girl, you falter. Her face was crossed with a look of sudden shock and sadness. Before, she was confident and quite the badass, but now she was nervous, and looked scared. You opened your mouth when you notice something that you hadn't before due to being on the ground. Her crown. Or, dare say, his crown. One you'd seen so many times when you were in hell. His Majesty. Your thankfulness suddenly turned to anger. Nightmare shies away, lowering his eyes to the ground.

    "I should... Ah... Leave..."

    You hear him mumble as he speed walks past you. No way, he wasn't getting away that easily. You spin around and grab his arm, yanking him back to face you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, that anger was threatening to bubble out-

    Then, you see his face so much more clearly. Once, it had been soft, and glowing, like a child's would. Now, he just looked... Exhausted. Dark bags hung under those wide, bright red orbs, and he looked so much more... Mortal. He didn't glow, like he had. As you slowly settle your anger, you remember that day the heavens and hell had fallen. You remember that... That thing that Nightmare had let into hell.

    Though, the more you looked back on it, the more sense everything was becoming. You remember how... Lonely the God had looked before it had showed up. Sure... He had his brother, and had friends, but you realize that they were almost always busy helping the two Gods with souls entering both Heaven and Hell. You remember how awkward he could be greeting his subjects, because that's all they saw him as. A ruler. None had never used his actual name, and you now recall how his ears would drop when he was addressed so formally, even by his friends.

    You also realize that the thing he had let in was the only one who didn't refer to him that way. It had probably tricked him. He was lonely, and it offered to be his friend.

   He's now looking away from you, his ears tilted down, and he flinches when you speak.

    "... Why did you let it in?"

    You had meant to be harsh, but it came out soft. His response confirmed your theory.

    "... I wanted a friend... To fit in."

    Your anger vanished. He didn't really have any of those, did he? You gently rub your hands against his arms for comfort, like you'd seen his brother do so many times when he was sad.

    " I... Was always so angry..." You whisper. "Now... Now I see."

    He looks at you, his face had softened into curiosity now. You give him a gentle smile, and bring him into a hug. He lets out a small squeak like a toy a dog would chew on. It was kind of cute. You feel him bring his arms around you, his body trembling, and you were now aware of the tears slowly streaming down your face. As you hear a soft, pitiful sob, you whisper to him.

    "... I forgive you, Nightmare."

    His breath hitches, and he suddenly starts bawling. You can't help but weakly chuckle. You hang on to him, waiting for him to calm down. You realize one more thing as you do. You'd expect him to smell like decay, or blood, or some other horrible smell, like, well... Death.

    He didn't.

    He smelled like lavender.

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Look! A redraw!

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Hey guys!! I'm trying out this new writing app called Dreamily! It's really cool! But this is a little something I tossed together for a test run!

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I also think you would love this app hun! Try it out! :)

Dreams Ballad

Dream wasn't known for being gentle like his brother. The Phoenix was loud, sarcastic, and liked punching things. Dream wasn't graceful, he was a bit of a klutz, hot headed. He could be a little harsh and rude when it came to those he didn't care about. Dream couldn't remember the last time he saw his gentle side unless it was towards his brother, or his child.

When he'd started playing piano, Nightmare had first made fun of him.

"Brother, I love you, but you'll smash the keyboards to pieces! Even I could play it better than you!"

While Dream could have played better, his brother's voice had held such conviction that Dream knew his brother wouldn't be able to play better.

However, as the years went on, Nightmare had reluctantly acknowledged that Dream slowly got better and better- eventually becoming quite the master of the piano. Nightmare couldn't feel more proud of his older twin as he watched him progress, and soon they played side by side together, piano and violin music singing sweet rythems into the skies.

The two Gods played their emotions to each other, from sadness to happiness. The first time Dream had fallen for the arachnid village girl than ran a bakery, Nightmare cried tears of joy. Proud his brother was in love.

Then, tragically, the girl was slaughtered by the humans who held a grudge against the brothers. The grief that hit Dream was so great that even Nightmare felt the anguish echo through his soul. Nightmare vowed to help his twin find happiness, wanted nothing more than to see Dream happy. Yet as hard as he tried, Nightmare simply couldn't seem to get Dream to smile.

Eventually, though, Nightmare found the one solution he could do; he began teaching Dream how to dance. It was hard, at first, but as both of them learned to move together in a comfortable rhythm, it became more enjoyable with practice. They spent hours dancing around their home, laughing and moving until they were sweaty and breathless.

It was a month later that something changed. Dream came across a girl, breathtakingly beautiful.

Dream fell head over heels for her. Nightmare, supporting his brother, did his best to keep the girl alive, and safe, explaining to her what happened to Dreams first love.

That night, Dream and the girl stayed up late talking, dancing, eating cookies... Dream couldn't stop thinking about her. He told Nightmare as much, his eyes pleading with his younger brother to protect the girl he loved.

Nightmare agreed immediately. "I'll make sure she is taken care of." He kissed Dream on the forehead before leaving to gather food.They were inseparable since then. Dream spent every moment he could with the girl, making sure she was never alone, always there by her side. They danced and sang songs of longing, and Dream hoped his dreams came true.

But then, The girl fell ill.

When she died, Dream refused to accept it. He buried himself in work, refusing to let anyone see just how broken he really was. Still grieving the death of his first love, took his anger out on the world as well, throwing himself into battles and fighting until exhaustion claimed him. His brother worried and worried about Dream. The only thing keeping him going was the fact that no matter how many times Nightmare pleaded, Dream was determined not to get help from anyone. Although, after several days without sleep, Dream collapsed, exhausted.

"... I'm sorry..." Dream had kept muttering over and over again. Nightmares heart shattered into a million pieces for his poor brother.

He wished he could tell his brother that Dream would heal. But the truth was, Dream was already dead. Anger had replaced a hollow, twice broken heart. Dream had told his brother he'd never fall in love again.

When Nightmare had fallen in love, Dream was excited, and he finally smiled. It made Nightmare cry. When Nightmare had gotten married, Dream was sobbing so hard, he passed out and fell into the wedding cake, very much to Nightmares amusement.

Then, it happened again. Dream fell in love too, and he was terrified. Scared that when he blinked his eyes, the taller leviathan would just collapse. So, Dream stayed by Horror's side, the Sin of Gluttony amused, confused, but he just patted the top of His Majesty's head and let him.

Then, that... Thing showed up. Chara. Using Hate, a substance caused for turning souls into monsters, or shattering those souls, killed almost every bring in heaven and hell. The boys had did their best to drive her out, but ultimately failed.

Now, Dreams heart aches. He blinks. No, it didn't just... ache.

He looked down at the grinning, evil bitch, her arm peirced through his chest. Then, she laughs. The sound sickens him more than anything else has.

She steps back, allowing the hole to close. Dream collapses, his body growing cold and dark. His body is cold and dark. A black void. Dream can hear the voices, screaming...

No. This isn't happening! Dream tries to sit up.

He can't die, he's a God, he's immortal, unkillable.

As his eyes slip closed, he hears his brother scream, the world around him started to break due to his brothers unleashed magic. All the while, a sweet melody played in his head. One that he's played for such a long time, the piano notes trilling in his ears.

A ballad of pain.

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Nightmare's Bomb Story

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This is actually the story behind the recent ask about the dead officer.

He ate the name tag when he got home.

Nightmare thought it was delicious, especially with the blood still on it :)

It was a cool, but not so windy night, crickets chirp loudly, but it unfortunately does not drown out the sound of a window shattering in the nearby museum. A dark cloaked figure swiftly slips into the broken window, boots clonking heavily against the floor. Not so subtle, but the figure wasn't trying to be. He wanted to draw at least some attention. He pulls off the cloak, revealing beautiful, glowing wolf ear, tail, and wing appendages, all colored in a swirling, glittering galaxy.

Nightmare.

The God walks towards a large bomb- a nuclear warhead. He grins, trailing his fingers over it.

"You, my friend, are my ticket to a good old fashioned cover up!"

He giggles, and pulls out a small orb, with a double tap to the center, it opens into a large doorway, revealing an endless room full of sweets and stolen clothing, and jewlery. He struggles to push the bomb inside. He soon hears the jangling of keys and the sound of boots, his grin splitting his face. He hears a shout, and with one more final shove, pushes the, thankfully, deactivated bomb inside.

"Stop right there!"

The officer yells, pulling out his handgun.

Before the man could shoot, however, Nightmare, with rather incredible speed, swiftly slams into the officer, sending him flying into a wall. The officer struggles to stand, dazed.

The very last thing the officer saw was a grinning Nightmare.

"You know, you do look like an asshole. Enjoy my old home with your other friends. Don't make it out alive!"

The officer was then greeted by Nightmare swinging a pole into his face.

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It was an accident that Nightmare had come across the officer he was targeting. He just wanted to see the museum and enjoy it before the place was shut down and turned into a book store. Nightmare wasn't complaining, he loved reading, but the museum was old, and he would miss it. When he first saw the officer, a range of negativity rushed through Nightmare all at once. He remembered Inks face as she sobs over the dead child that she had made friends with on her spy mission, which had went wrong, considering everyone, including other beast slaves, around her were slaughtered by her own dragon claws.

Nightmare remembered seeing the coward, who was the leader of the slave ring, flee, knowing what he'd done. Now he was an officer who most likely blackmailed to get himself into this security job.

Nightmare wanted to bash in his head right then and there for making his little niece cry, but he'd quickly turned on his heel and marched out before he'd been seen.

Now, as he shoved the dead officer into his storage bubble- with the bomb, mind you, a smile of triumph and absolute joy of killing someone crosses his face.

"There you go, Inky. I got you your revenge."

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WEEEEEEEEEEEE

New Character sheets for my AngelTaleAU Nightmare, Dream, Ink and Blue!

Added Info: Nightmares weapons are diamond plated katana, with a beautiful moon inscribed sword sheath. He can also turn them into a black obsidian scythe with large amounts of negativity

Added Info: Dreams weapons are two interchangable pistols, meaning that their original form are pistols, bit with his positive magic, he can transform them into and gun he pleases

Added Info: Inks weapon is a giant, flaming red sword as long as Ink is tall. She can also transform into a white dragon with shimmering rainbow scales.

Added Info: Blue is the dragon Queen, her weapon consists of a giant blue trident, and a diamond dagger. She also has a dragon form, which is the blue color of her tail, wings, and horns.

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AngelTaleAU: Chara controlled Nighty

Mmmmmm

Chara controlled Nightmare sketch?

TASTY

Original Nightmare but @jokublog

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Let's see if anyone notices and joins in :'D

I've just been seeing a lot of these continuation comics with other people going around and I figured I would do something with my AngelTale AU Nightmare!

So, who wants to join in this one?

Original Nightmare is by @jokublog :D