As he watched his Nephew gleefully try on his new hat he felt a sudden sting in his eye. He almost didn't realize a teardrop had slowly cut through the negative sludge on his face.
He saw so much of his younger brother in Palette that it physically hurt to stare for so long. The positivity radiating from his nephew turned sour in his chest when he came to a realization.
Nightmare didn't understand why he had ever been mad at his baby brother.
HELLO!!! Unclemare is an au I made of Nightmare acting as a main caregiver for Palette because I’ve always been a sucker for Palette being with his silly evil uncle 😅 You can search for my art of it using #unclemare on my blog filter :) Nightmare kidnaps Palette basically and then a whole lot of chaos ensues! AND ✨found family✨
Now onto if you can read it and where it is!
It’s actually not out yet!
I’ve decided to get back in the groove of writing it on a Google document. I’ll keep track of anyone who wants to be updated on it when it’ll come out on ao3. (You can send a message in my ask tab or dms and I’ll write down your tag to be @ for an update)
I ask for a little patience, I’m a slow revisor. I might actually get a beta reader to speed up some processes :)
My archive account is ForgettingCrowbin if anyone wants to keep track of that. (It’s empty for now haha) I have a lot of plumagetale stuff I could publish if anyone is interested!
In your last post about Unclemare, what happened to Dream?
OH! Dream gives his soul to Palette which turns him to stone.
Dream and Palette get into a fight and Palette runs away. Palette gets kidnapped by Nightmare when he runs. When Palette doesn't return home like usual, Dream starts to weaken himself searching for Palette.
Eventually Ink and blue help track down Nightmare's location. In Dream's desperation from keeping his soul from Nightmare and keeping Palette safe he straight up forces it onto Palette.
It gives Palette protection from people he's afraid of (it physically makes a barrier that someone can't cross) so Nightmare has no choice but to keep Palette with him in order to keep the golden apple.
After Palette changes Nightmare and the gang's views, and Palette can trust his uncle, he can give his dad's soul back. For a good portion of the time Dream is kept in a cell in Nightmare's castle but Horror eventually brings Dream to the garden so Palette can sit with his stone father.
Basic lore of the story plot that I wrote out haha...
Ok yes hear me out: I love your palette + uncle mare content, and as a angst lover I have a headcanon
Dream after almost half a year comes back for palette after FINALLY realizing he's gone, and when given the choice palette tells his papa how bad of a dad he is, then just kinda.. chooses to stay with unclemare??
Teehee obligatory dream + ink being neglectful parents angst my beloved
Omg this is just yes! I LIVE for angst!! I absolutely love all the ideas people have given me for Palette just straight up denying his real dads for a better guardian.
Canonically in my au Nightmare is a little corrupted however. He's cruel and thinks of Palette only as a bargaining chip for a long while. Don't worry! Palette's the kid of Ink and Dream, he's got a few things up his sleeve...!
Also in the au Ink and Dream are simply platonic and Palette is made from their magic mixing.
Ink is totally not a parent of Palette's. Ink literally constantly forgets what Palette's relationship with him is and its established that Dream takes care of Palette alone. Palette knows that Ink is his other dad and it hurts him knowing that Ink is not part of his life despite both seeing each other often since Dream and Ink are friends, There are good moments though! Such as Palette getting his roller from Ink.
Dream is a parent who tries his best but just isn't cut out for being a parent. When he has the free time he spends all his time with Palette, trying to just take care of him. He lives a lifestyle where he's constantly on the run or just working. Palette gets left alone more times than he can count. It is due to Nightmare being corrupted and Dream never has time to just relax and breath.
Palette wasn't left alone as a kid thankfully and would usually be brought to Reapertale to be taken care of by Geno, which is why he's friends with Goth.
Haha here's an excerpt on the first draft of the Unclemare au I'm working on! It gets worse before it gets better haha :) (tw: violence, blood)
(Palette is running away from Nightmare's gang in a forest and just tripped.)
Before Palette could even think about running away again, sharp bones ripped through his clothing. It pinned his arm and scarf against the tree. He screamed out in pain when he felt one bone pierce next to his femur. His mind was racing too fast. He almost felt sick. Nausea circled his ribcage as his skull spun and he slammed into the trunk of the tree behind him.
Blue attacks slipped through his bones and he gasped at the feeling of the magic attack. He couldn’t move an inch lest he hurt himself any further. His panic surely could not have spiked any further until he heard a voice call out through the trees.
“We got him boss! Little sucker was all alone~!” a voice sang out with what Palette assumed was malicious intent. He noticed the skeletons come into view, all versions of Sans that held an air of negativity around them. Piercing spikes of fear lanced through his body as he looked around at the Sans'.
The one throwing knives had a smiling face with pitch black tears that consistently dripped from his skull, he recalled what his father had told him and narrowed him down to Killer. He could tell the giant skeleton was Horror, from the giant red eye light and gaping hole in his head. Colorful paint was splashed on his face from the attack that Palette had done while running, and it made the monster look a little less intimidating than he expected. The last one was in a hoodie that completely covered any indicators to what his face looked like, except for an eye light that glowed red and blue. It mixed into a cacophony of swirls that created dark indigo and dull purple spikes of magic. He assumed this monster was the last of the gang, Dust. Tears ran down his face when he faced reality. He was totally caught now.
Although nothing could have prepared him to come face to face with the Lord of negativity lurking beyond the trees. His breath locked up when a branch got snapped away with a sharp tentacle. It cut through the young tree like butter, leaving the branches and leaves beginning to crumble away in darkness. He felt something awful and suffocating circle around them all and knew it was the negative aura he had sensed.
The calamitous figure was tall and covered by an oily tar that dragged down every surface of his body. His one eye light held an eerie cyan glow that illuminated the shadows of the sludge that clung to the dying wildlife around him. His cloak draped around him which showed his impeccable posture, and the silver circlet that spiked upwards in the middle gleamed with the cyan glow of his eye. In all his negative glory was his uncle, Nightmare.
“Well, well, well… What do we have here? Little Palette, was it? The little pest I've been searching for all these years. My, look how tall you've grown since the last I've seen you!" His uncle crouched down to his level, his tentacles that once were waving around predatorial were carefully lowered to the ground. His smile was wicked, a grin that stretched across his skull showing off his bright canines. His sharp phalanges reached out and Palette flinched away in fear of what his uncle had in store. The hand reached out again and was confused when he was met with the frigid hand softly landing on his cranium.
Palette was shivering in confusion when he stuttered out any response that he could get out. “U-uncle Nightmare! This was a huge mistake, I didn’t mean to get in your... uh... way! I just came here to take a little breather and then I was going to return home.”
Nightmare smiled, his grin causing shivers to rise up Palette’s vertebrae. “Well great job on choosing the au we were planning to attack next-!” Killer sang out in joy as Dust slapped the back of his skull to shut him up. Nightmare chose to ignore his lackeys behind him and began to slowly turn Palette's skull to observe every inch of his face.
“Well, dearest Nephew, we were hoping to seize some good subsistence from this au, but it seems like we’ve caught something even more refreshing.” Nightmare’s tentacles suddenly snapped up and grabbed Palette at any inch they could. They ripped him up through the blue attacks causing a scream to escape from Palette’s mouth. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks and he tried to breathe and failed. “Let’s have some fun dear nephew, that incompetent father of yours kept you from me for far too long.” The last thing that Palette managed to see before he slipped into unconsciousness was the cruel expression that graced upon his kin’s face.
