- one of the few Dathomiri legends told abroad in the galaxy
- it has been changed by telling and retelling so much that the original story has been lost
- Pā’r’ugrin is less an actual person and more a state of being that can be inhabited by anyone
-it simply means that the task they have taken up will either be completed or they will die trying
-the title was given to the great First King E’rros in his uniting of the Dathomiri peoples and the subsequent founding of their government
- most would assign this as simple patriotism if but for the well known and highly lauded fact that E’rros had a child and it was for her that all of his grand deeds were accomplished with a singular goal in mind: to provide her a home
The Deities (The Witch, Mother War, and Destroya) have agents who are (usually) their creations or souls they have claimed who do a specific job for them. Most don’t know they are agents until it is explained to them after they die, but some do- most notably Agent Cherri Cola and Tommy Chow Mein.
Got a little and doodled out some lore-esque stuff involving my boys.
Also quick shout out to anyone who digitally colors/draws characters that are err,,,Spacey. Like Niles, my galaxy headed man standing next to the purple wearin cluck while I'd love to color him digitally I don't think I'd be content with my results. The same goes for the two Spooks
(X and Ori)
hanging out behind them, I'll try either way but I have low expectations when it comes to that pfft.
Lumios and Tyler(the moon-man and walking target) will always be my personal favs to work with and if I manage to keep myself inspired to draw then I can plan on fleshing out the story that connects them. More then what I've kept in head since 2017 anyways.
The day started out like normal, Nightmare waking up to near all his boys pilled up on or around him, telling them to get off only to sleep in another hour. A normal morning.
“Alright you all, its really time to get up,” Nightmare roused, letting a smile pull at his mouth as he heard his boys’ cheeky giggles. Opening his eyes, he turned his smile into a smirk, “Should I just get up?”
A chorus of “Yes!” sounded out, and slowly but surely, he got up with all his boys on him. Sure, he felt like he was carrying near half a dozen hundred pounds, but it made his boys happy. Carefully, he went through the doorway fo his room and out to their kitchen, two boys hanging from his arms and another two from his wings.
Soon they got breakfast done and Error visited, claiming Fresh was relaxing in the AntiVoid, winding down after going through another false attack. However, by lunch, he knew something was off.
“Dad...?” Cross asked, a worried, but curious look on his skull, “Something wrong?”
Nightmare looked to his boys, each one looking worried to his sudden silence, he looked over to Error. Giving him a look that he’d hope would say what he wanted.
Error slowly shook his head, and he nodded his own.
“Everyone, pack up your belongings, quickly. We’re evacuating, and we may not come back.” Nightmare moved to the window, and carefully pushed back the curtain, “Someone’s here, and I don’t know who.”
Quickly, everyone ran to their shared rooms, grabbing the few clothes and possessions they had-shoving them into roughed up backpacks.
Nightmare gathered up his belongings as well, clearing his room of pictures and gifts. Grabbing clothes and stuffing his old crown into the bottom of his bag, not wanting to look at it, but not strong enough to leave it behind.
Running up to his office, he pulled out any folders, any plans he had for shopping or to keep balance. Shoving the folders into another backpack. If it was Dream, he wasn’t letting him see his plans. He wouldn’t give him any advantage.
“NIGHT!” Error yelled, “I have the portal open- let’s go!”
The fallen angel rushed downstairs and jumped through the portal just as the door slammed open, Error ran through as well, closing it as Dream’s screech of frustration echoed through his eardrums.
They landed in a vast, empty world, his mind registering something else as well.
He quickly ran over to Cross, who was hyperventilating and starting to have a panic attack. He quickly wrapped him in his black, burned, and torn wings. Slowly, they sat down, and his son started to calm.
If only he realized it sooner. Cross was still so afraid of the AntiVoid, the endless white-no matter who was with him-would simply engulf his mind. It’d take time and rest, but he could recover from an attack.
Error quickly used his magic to create a box around them out of his blue string, blocking out any white. Curtains for windows, and one large one for the door. He left an area open in the middle, so hopefully, they could make a fire there and get some warmth and light.
“What’s the most I can do sadly,” The destroyer started, walking over to where Nightmare and Cross were sitting, walking past Fresh who was waking up from a nap. “We need to find a new place soon...”
“We could try looking?” Killer prompted, getting comfy on the string made floor, smiling when Error tossed a knitted blanket to him. The AntiVoid could get ridiculously cold over time.
“I don’t mean to offend, but no,” Error denied, shaking his head. Dust and Killer pouted, wanting to help. Error gave them a look, “We have yet to fully train you in combat, so Nightmare or I will always be around, just in case anyone finds this place.”
Horror gave a firm nod, agreeing, none of them knew how to hold their own in battle, yet, mainly protecting and creating chaos whenever they helped in battle. None of them even knew how to weaponize their magic yet.
“I’ll start looking at the empty copies I haven’t gotten to yet, they’re small enough to not be noticed and some have enough to sustain life.” Error explained, plopping down on the string covered ground and opening a window to the AUs. Swiping through and looking for any place suitable.
Nightmare gave a small nod, too much running through his mind.
What if they anything behind? How long would Cross going to be able to last in here? How would they keep food, time, even cook?
A bit of weight leaned on him, and he looked over, seeing his boys huddled around him-Fresh already sleepily clinging to him. Fully opening his wings to his gang, he letting them all cuddle into him and cover their cold bodies with his warm feathers. Subtly covering Cross’s eyes as well.
“You should get some rest Night,” Nightmare looked over to the destroyer, locking eyes with him, “I’ll be up for some hours longer, we can trade-off then.”
Nodding again, the angel let himself drift off, relaxing in the comfort of his boys’ weight and their living breaths.
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The swap sans looked around the old house as Dream screamed his magical lungs out, their other team member trying to calm him down as much as he could.
“We were so close!” He screamed further, greatly frustrated by missing his greatest enemy, “UGGHHH!!”
“Dream, calm down!” The other sans, Ink-a guardian of the AUs-tried to calm down, “They could’ve left something helpful to us behind-”
“Like heck, they would!”
“Not so fast Dream,” The swap sans, nicknamed Blue, reasoned, “Maybe Nightmare left some plans behind, we can see where they’re going next? Or find out anything about his team and who they were?”
Dream snarled, his horn tipped wings curling in on himself as he accepted Blue’s reasoning, dropping himself onto one of the couches in the living room. The swap-verse sans taking that as an ok to look around.
Calmly, he looked and walked around, immediately noticing some off items. Questions growing in his mind. Why would the furniture be so adapted for wings? Especially if Nightmare was the only one with them. Even Dream was trying not to aw at how well it worked for him, even with his smaller angel wings hidden behind his massive demon ones. Even BirdTale didn’t have furniture like this, although they were working towards it. At least they knew someone had some carpentry and carving skills. Maybe Dust or Killer? They both seemed to use knives, although poorly.
The makeshift kitchen held some questionable items as well, cookbook and unfinished spirals left behind, dating to days before. Notes of recipes and how to make them better, to cook them differently, to change them to something different entirely. Such simple cooking tools strewn about the countertops and in the cupboards, but complex and well-developed recipes stating otherwise.
The rooms held more questions, even more cookbooks spirals carving materials and carpentry tools as well as books. Although there were other things in the small dorm-like rooms. Some art supplies were hidden in the back of a closet, the same room as the carpentry supplies, Ink talking about a sans named Cross that the supplies could’ve belonged to.
“Nightmare took C away from me, he was supposed to stay in his world- ...I guess he took up carpentry and practiced his art more since I last saw him.”
The room that had the cookbooks also had star chart posters and scientific books left behind. Spirals full of theorem and equations. Maybe they took an OuterTale sans? No, if anything, those sans’ wanted to get out of space, not study it and its theorem more.
Another room puzzled him more. Knitting and sewing supplies, materials and fabrics put away in drawers, neatly organized. Jackets and clothes left in the closet, half colorful the other half staler. Like a child and grandparent sharing a room.
The final room seemed to be the master room, although he had yet to see the upstairs. Nothing was left from what he could tell, all torn away quickly. Going upstairs, however, showed him a new light. Cracked and accidentally left behind, lay a framed picture on the floor. The Carving handmade, but stars showing that the carver had some help, some smaller designs of cooking carved into it as well. The picture in it drawn and title for “Dad”
