#winged nightmare

[madcat-world]

Winged Nightmare - TeoLehog

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@calcium-cat I saw that ask about the cursed slipper/winged au crossover and was inspired

If Nightmare keeps the goose wings it makes sense Dream keeps the duck wings right?

[sketchcelestial]

Deity Fgod bois! Ink and Dream have joined the clan!

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nootmare but with wings. idk if theres a word for wings/feathers that rhymes with noot but like

(Noot by @jokublog)

[a-weird-tree]

    It was an indisputable fact that Nightmare had a specific reputation. King of Negativity; Lord of Darkness and Despair; such titles were close to him, defined who he was. So it made sense that he would make secrets out of the things that could possibly influence his reputation.

    One such secret was two extra appendages, located just on the inner edges of his scapular bones, always kept held down with the use of his tentacles and covered underneath his hoodie.

    His wings.

    Nightmare, admittedly, had little that could actually ruin his reputation. The main thing would probably be the relationship between him and his Gang, since if it was known he had four boyfriends and a rather soft side, his fearsomeness in the eyes of the outside world would certainly suffer.

    His wings, in comparison, wouldn’t be such a problem, had it not been for their appearance.

    Dark membraned wings, something more similar to a bat or a demon, would be preferred. If that were the case, he would gladly show off his wings just like he showed off his four tentacles.

    However, in reality, his wings were rather on the small side, and they were feathered. To make matters worse, they were soft.

    The feathers themselves were a dark violet, nearly black color. Each individual feather had speckles of silver and lavender. Unlike the rest of his body, they’d hardly changed after consuming the negative apples; the only difference was that they were now slightly bigger and had the silver speckles. After several years, they’d also adapted to be somewhat waterproof. Most kinds of liquids slid easily off of their surface. This happened to extend to the goop covering his body as well; the material never stuck to the feathers or the magical ecto-skin underneath.

    A problem he had quickly discovered with his wings was that they were rather sensitive. This didn’t pair well with the fact they were always kept in a stiff, uncomfortable position.

    In short, they hurt like a bitch. It didn’t help how he already had back pain to deal with because of his tentacles.

    When the pain in his wings got to be too much (and then some - it only takes a few days for the pain to be too intense for his liking, but he always waited at least a week longer from this point), he would stretch them out during a time that was commonly his “alone time”. This just so happened to be late at night.

    Usually, this worked out perfectly for him: most nights he was alone in his office, working on paperwork. Unfortunately, he wasn’t always so lucky. Since he’d officially started dating his Gang, there tended to be several dedicated cuddle nights. A time he may have been planning to let his wings be exposed would be one of these cuddle nights, and while he certainly didn’t mind the chance to relax and spend time with his boyfriends, this also meant there were extra days where he had to deal with the pain in his wings.

    And this night happened to be one of them, apparently. This, he discovered when Horror barged into his office and picked him up from his desk. He didn’t even bother fighting back as he was carried out of his office and to his bedroom. Unless he was looking to seriously injure Horror, a repulsive thought, there wasn’t much the smallest skeleton in the castle could do against the giant, no matter how gentle Horror was. There was the added fact that most of his boyfriends had even learned workarounds to subdue him when he was feeling particularly agitated. (He both loathed and loved the Magic Petting Spot that Cross had discovered.)

    Nightmare grunted softly when he was deposited on his bed next to Cross and Dust. Despite Horror’s careful handling, each little movement connecting to his back seemed to cause the pain in his wings to flare. Sliding down onto his stomach and cushioning his skull with his arms, Nightmare, for once, admitted something to himself.

    Perhaps he’d waited too long this time to stretch his wings.

    He itched to take his hoodie off and spread his troublesome appendages for several hours, but he knew he couldn’t now. Regardless, they kept twitching, which really didn’t help with the pain.

    Distracted as he was, he didn’t even notice Killer sidling up to him until the monster laid a hand on Nightmare’s spine, just beneath his tentacles. He stiffened, for a moment; then Killer started to move his hand in gentle, rhythmic circles, and the negative spirit deflated near instantly.

    “Ya’ve got that look on your face when your back’s bothering you,” Killer murmured against the side of Nightmare’s skull. “So we gonna help you out some, yeah?”

    Rather than verbal responses from the rest of their boyfriends, the bed shifted as three more skeletons moved closer to sit in a semi-circle around the king.

    Phalanges that Nightmare easily recognized as Cross’s slid over the slimy surface of one of his tentacles, probing gently into the protective covering as they went along, turning Nightmare’s mind to a contented muddle.

    Normally, Nightmare wouldn’t willingly let anybody touch his back for the fact that enough exploration could lead to one’s discovery of his wings; but right now, he was honestly feeling quite tired, and the combined ministrations of all of his boyfriends was making it hard to think straight. Hell, there was even some irrational part of his mind perking up that wanted them to help spread and preen his wings. How ridiculous.

    Nightmare sighed and closed his socket, his drifting attention loosely focusing on the fingers lovingly working around his spine: Cross lightly pushing into and petting his tentacles, Killer rubbing his spine, Horror massaging his shoulders, and Dust kneading at his neck. Someone - it sounded like Killer - murmured something, but Nightmare couldn’t focus enough to make out the words. A soft huff left his mouth as the hands on his shoulders and neck moved away, only to feel them trace along his arms.

    A nudge to his side had him shifting his weight away. He felt someone pull down the zipper of his hoodie and begin pushing it off over his shoulder. Unaware of himself as he was in his contented state, he didn’t put up any fight as the clothing was fully removed. Before any of the Gang could get back to work petting and massaging him, the negative spirit uncurled the smaller tentacles used to keep his wings pinned down. The sudden drafts of air against the sensitive appendages had them quivering violently, sending jolts of pain down his spine, in tune with the quiet gasps from above his head.

    Wait, what.

    Blinking several times to ground himself, Nightmare lifted his skull from his arms, craning his neck to peer behind himself.

    “Fuck,” he groaned lowly at the sight of his feathered wings completely exposed to his boyfriends.

    “You have wings,” Dust said slowly, needlessly stating the obvious. “Like Dream.”

    “Shut up,” Nightmare retorted, no real bite in the words. He was much too focused on the fact that the aches and needle-pricking sensations in his wings had seemingly tripled, now that they weren’t being held down anymore. He couldn’t stop the full-body flinch at one particular stabbing feeling, nor could he reasonably hide the natural reaction. That seemed to snap his boyfriends out of their stupified state, and Killer was the first to shuffle closer to get a better look.

    “Damn, babe,” Killer muttered softly, lightly poking at Nightmare’s left wing and observing the way it twitched and spasmed, causing Nightmare to flinch again and tense. Killer looked up sharply, and though there were no eye-lights to gouge just where he was looking, the king had the distinct feeling that Killer was glaring at him the way he did when Nightmare wasn’t properly taking care of himself. In response, the negative spirit groaned and dropped his skull face-down into his arms.

    “Do you never take care of these things?” Killer began his lecture. “All the feathers are out of place and ruffled. It looks like a lot of loose ones are stuck. Do you ever groom these? Or stretch them? Are they just pinned down twenty-four seven?”

    Nightmare remained silent.

    The bed shifted, clueing Nightmare in on the fact Killer had probably flung his arms up. “Fuck’s sake!” Killer exclaimed, then sighed heavily. “Cross, Dust, you two handle that one, Horror, help me with this one.”

    The bed moved again, and Nightmare hissed out a series of curses at the first touches to his wings, which jerked and shuddered in response to the light stimulation. Dust, Horror, and Cross all hesitated, but Killer wasn’t deterred. He worked his phalanges through the feathers of Nightmare's left wing, feeling out the ecto-skin underneath and getting a grip gentle yet firm enough to help extend the appendage. After a moment, Dust did the same with Nightmare’s right wing, while Cross and Horror focused on running their fingers through his feathers, untangling them and carefully removing loose ones.

    His wings still hurt, aching sharply, but the negative spirit had to admit to himself how grateful he was for his boyfriends’ help. With a heavy sigh, he let himself relax, closing his socket and enjoying the feeling of his wings being preened and straightened.

[occasionalartsposts]

WN art dump

So uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh there’s a super au discord I’m apart of and I happen to have made Pip a villain on there, his alias is Winged Nightmare. Anyways here’s a dump of nearly all the art I’ve made of him. Also sorry if everything is kinda shitty, I’m taking all my doodles from the server so I don’t have to look around my picture files on my laptop (since for files I don’t know what to name I just keyboard smash when it comes to saving). Another thing, don’t mind that his hair style suddenly changes, I originally made him be a bit of a hot mess but now he’s just fucking hot. Also everything’s gonna be under the cut or else this is gonna be rlly long

(Ignore the shitty wings, I couldn’t be bothered to line them)

(btw the person holding him is my friend Bae/Ellie’s new kid because they’re literally the only fitting character for it)

(I forgot some details on this but SHHHHHHH)

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LOOK AT HE HNNNN PLEASE MAY HAVE KISSETH???

I got this like five seconds after I posted the guy-

(Noot belongs to @jokublog)

[calcium-cat]

Dang it Cal! You're making me fall hard for winged Nightmare when I was already a major simp for him before! Why must you consistently do this to me with your amazing art...? - Warrior ;3 anon.

*subtly slides this towards you*