🔞✨Crystal✨🔞

[ID: Fifteen edits of the Bugs bunny “I wish all a very pleasant day” meme. They are edited to include the trans flag on his left side. They read:

“I wish all trans men, trans women, nonbinaries, genderfluids, demiboys and demigirls, agenders, and more a very pleasant trans visibility day.” This edit includes the flags for the identities listed.

“I wish all straight, gay, lesbian, bi, pan, ace, aro, omni, polyamorous, etc. trans people a very pleasant trans visibility day.” This edit includes the flags for the identities listed.

“I wish all intersex people who identify with the trans label a very pleasant trans visibility day.” This edit includes the intersex flag.

“I wish all autistic, ADHD, or otherwise neurodivergent trans people a very pleasant trans visibilitiy day.” This edit includes the red words “(happy autism acceptance month! light it up red)”

“I wish all Jewish, Muslim, Christian, Hindu, and other religious trans people a very pleasant trans visibility day.”

“I wish all trans POC, especially Black and indigenous trans people, a very pleasant trans visibility day.” This edit includes the inclusive LGBT poc flag, as well as a trans flag with a brown and black fist.

“I wish all disabled or chronically ill trans people a very pleasant trans visibility day.”

“I wish all fat trans people, hairy trans people, and trans people who don’t “pass” a very pleasant trans visibility day.”

“I wish all it/its pronoun users, neopronouns users, and people who use pronouns that don’t “match” their gender a very pleasant trans visibility day.”

“I wish all trans people with little or no gender dysphoria a very pleasant trans visibility day.”

“I wish all trans people who are in the closet a very pleasant trans visibility day.”

“I wish all trans people who haven’t transitioned and/or don’t plan to a very pleasant trans visibility day.”

“I wish all questioning trans people/people who aren’t sure if they’re trans a very pleasant trans visibility day.”

“I wish all people who don’t use labels for themselves a very pleasant whatever you’re comfy with.”

“I wish all trans people a very pleasant you are wonderful, valid, and loved <3” /End ID]

oh god fuck me i spelled its wrong GUYS YOU CANT BLAME ME IM SUPPOSED TO BE ASLEEP FORGIVE ME

anyways everybody say thank you cross

nerds should just fuckin kiss already huh

does it still count as a shitpost if you spent 14 hours on it idk ig not, i'll go back to finishing the prizes, this was just a stress relief thingy tbh im supposed to be asleep rn im sorry

idea by @/shmeckart insta (i asked for permissiones dw)

nightmare by @jokublog

cross sans by @jakei95

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An Au is an alternative universe which a character has a different time and act completely different. So it's completely fine if people want to make AUs of Dreamtale as long as it's not exactly the same as Dreamtale completely, such as plot and character changes. Take Dreamswap for example in itself is an AU of Dreamtale or in this case an Au mixed with Inktale, Errortale, Dreamtale, Underswap, and X tale, and it is not an actual Swap universe it is completely different and very original especially since Onebizarrekai made them humans first out of everyone in the Fandom before it was noticed.

It's not the same as Dreamtale in the slightest so there for it is not a copy of Dreamtale but swapped and Joku's newest character Neil isn't even involved in it so it is not the same. So do what you will and make it your own with your own plot and designs for your Au.

Joku this is towards you now, you need to learn that an Au is just different your original work. So you can't just keep going "Dreamtale is mine" because we know it's yours we're not stupid and making an Au version of your original work gets newer people to become curious on said Au to check out the original. I don't see Ink's creator or even Error's creator telling people what they can and can't do like you do all the time. Even if you did leave the Fandom Dreamtale will always be apart of the Fandom just as much as Underswap is, Underswaps creator left the fandom but did that stop people from using Underswap characters? No. It would be no different with yours.

I would suggest being kinder to people who due Au versions of Dreamtale because a lot of it is really good. Also don't attack people either it's not nice. I just don't want anymore drama in the Fandom.

To others reading-

Cross: (snorts)

Cross: Was

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(SFW, Fluff)

Dream winced a little and even though he tried to hide it, Cross had already noticed, his eyes going wide and him quickly yanking his hands back. “Sorry!! Shit... I-” Dream quickly interrupted him, telling him it was okay. Cross had lightly nicked one of his wings while helping him preen. It didn’t hurt, but the only thing that bothered him was that his feathers had puffed out once again and practically undone all their hard work.

There was a soft, rumbling laugh from next to them, Nightmare watching from the bench. Dream turned and glared at him, though there was no real anger behind the look. “Brother, it’s not funny!” His golden wings gave a tiny little flap of frustration, as if to emphasize his point. This proved to not help anything either, scattering the small pile of broken feathers they had tucked to the side. Nightmare only laughed more.

Cross was flustered, keeping his head ducked. The three of them were outside, in the castle gardens. Despite the rest of the AU being war torn and destroyed, Nightmare had kept the garden nearly immaculate. There was an illusion of the sun and a clear blue sky above, save for a couple of puffy, white clouds. Cross knew the actual sky was a blood-red with horrible black clouds. Nightmare had worked hard on this illusion.

He swore he could even hear birds singing and the chattering of bugs. He jumped as Dream's wing reached out and his feather tickled Cross' cheek. The guardian was smiling back at him, asking softly what was wrong. Cross was momentarily entranced by him and the way the false sunlight reflected off his wings and crown. He felt his face heat up a little as he quietly insisted it was nothing.

He desperately hoped his blush wasn't too noticeable, but based on the way Dream's mouth quirked in amusement at the edges, it seemed he was out of luck. He turned his head to the side. Cross jumped as he felt a tentacle move around his waist, giving it a quiet squeeze. He felt his face heat up even more. "Cross, look at me."

Never one to disobey an order, Cross turned to Nightmare's rumbling voice with a completely flushed face. The king regarded him in quiet amusement. He was mostly siting in the shadows of the trees around him, but his black tentacle shimmered with a strange cyan coat in the sun. Already, however, Cross could see the bits of stones and sticks stuck in them.

He immediately began to pick at them, but another tentacles came up, significantly cleaner, and smacked his hand away, making him jump. He looked up at Nightmare, who sighed and studied him with a fondness that made Cross squirm. “Finish with Dream before you start on me. We don’t want our angel to be unkempt.” He glanced at him and chuckled. “Or more unkempt than he already is.”

There was a warble of outrage from Dream and Cross, who’d been feeling tense between them, gave a short burst of laughter, seeming to surprise both guardians. Cross noticed immediately and shut his mouth, going dark purple and avoiding both of their gazes. Dream blinked and his wings fluttered nervously. “Cross? What’s wrong?” He turned and crawled over to sit in front of him. “You’re allowed to laugh around us!”

Cross blinked. "I know..." He didn't know how to explain it to them. But it was a little jarring for him to be in a relationship with two twin beings that were essentially gods. He really didn't think that he was worthy of them.  And he was sure his doubt was easily sensed by Nightmare. He glanced over and sure enough, Nightmare was frowning.

The tentacles around his waist tightened and pulled him over. "Cross." The soldier froze before slowly looking up, a little worried. Instead of Nightmare's usual piercing gaze, the look he gave Cross was patient and warm. Immediately, Cross felt himself blush more. A tentacle rose to rub against his cheek and Cross instinctively leaned into it.

Something was burning in his throat. Nightmare seemed to sense it before tipping his head. He reached out with his hand, his tentacles moving away. His hand replaced it on Cross’ cheek, the soldier’s face burning as he stared at him. He wasn’t sure how they both had such a powerful effect on him that he couldn’t even look away. “You have a question. Go ahead and ask.” Nightmare’s rumbling voice made him relax a little.

He opened his mouth, but no words managed to leave him. Only small sounds. Nightmare was patient as always. “Here.” He turned Cross so he was looking at Dream’s back and his wings. “Continue grooming and get your thoughts together.” Cross nodded as he was set down, his hands immediately reaching out. He smoothed and pulled at Dream’s feathers. He was sure to pull out any loose ones. Cross was so efficient when it came to cleaning the two of them. And in more ways than one.

Nightmare’s tentacle remained loosely wrapped around Cross’ waist, most likely to serve as a comforting presence. Cross definitely appreciated it as he continued to gently groom Dream’s wings. The golden guardian sat on his knees, eyes closed. He loved how Cross’ hands felt on his wings and he stretched them out a little more, a loud purr heard erupting from his throat.

The sound brought a smile to Cross’ face and he could be seen visibly relaxing as he came to terms with the fact that Dream liked what he was doing. That he was doing a good job. He continued to gently tug out loose and broken feathers, smoothing the others down as well. He reached the base of the other’s wings and paused. He’d done this so many times before, but he was always so worried.

The base of Dream’s wings were sensitive and if he scratched him like he already had, Dream would cry. Cross kept his hands back and Dream’s purr slowly died down. His wings twitched and he looked back with a soft, questioning warble. Nightmare was heard shifting and Cross jumped as he felt the other’s chest against his back. He blushed dark purple.

Nightmare’s hands slipped around his shoulders and moved down his arms to hold his wrists. The grasp was not threatening or rough. Cross found himself sinking back against the darker a little. “You know he likes it when you preen his feathers here. No matter how much he may deny it.” Dream scrunched up his shoulders a little when he heard Nightmare speak, his blush evident even from behind.

Cross gave a quiet nod, allowing Nightmare to guide his hands into the slightly downy fluff that made up the base of Dream’s wings, right where they connected to his back. Immediately, Dream pressed slightly into his hands, his purr kicking right back up. Nightmare was heard giving a soft laugh, making Cross and Dream blush deeper in their respective colors.

Cross noted one of Nightmare’s tentacles creeping around and wiggling up to nudge Dream’s cheek. Dream jumped a little before purring and leaning into it. “You have so much stuff stuck on this, brother!! You definitely need to let Cross clean you after this!” The golden skeleton exclaimed. Nightmare gave a thoughtful-sounding hum.

“What do you think I’m going to let him do?” Nightmare said, smiling. His voice rumbled against Cross’ back and he felt that tentacle around his waist give another comforting squeeze. Cross realized he was already picking through the softness again, his hands having started working on their own. Despite it being relaxing, he was still deeply troubled and another soft squeeze from the tentacle around his waist suggested Nightmare could feel it. "Cross..." Nightmare's tone was quiet and prompting with that hint of firmness he always carried.

Cross blinked and turned to look back at him, momentarily pausing the grooming once again. Dream's purr faltered again and he turned to look back at them with his wide, golden eyes. "You have something on your mind. Something troubles you." Nightmare was insistent and Cross could already tell that he wouldn't be able to laugh this one off.

He looked down and shook his head. There was a worried noise and Dream shuffled, turning to face them. He settled on his knees once again, his hands clasped in his lap. "Cross?" His voice was gentle and he unhooked one of his hands, reaching out. He placed one hand on Cross' cheek and the soldier leaned into the warmth, it feeling so different from the coolness of Nightmare's touch. "Can you tell us what's wrong?"

Cross knew that they'd had this talk before and he was already fearful of being scolded. He shut his eyes. "I... still feel like I don't deserve you... Either of you..." He admitted. Nightmare and Dream both paused, staring at him. "You're both so... incredible... and powerful and I'm..." He sighed. "I'm not anything like you two." There was nothing for a moment and Cross was VERY worried that he'd upset them.

Finally, he heard a soft sigh. Dream’s second hand came up to cup his other cheek and Cross jumped as he was tugged down. He felt teeth against his and his face went dark purple. He kept his eyes closed as he pressed back against him. Dream was felt smiling against his teeth, never able to stop himself.

Nightmare and Cross always thought it was such a cute quirk that a simple kiss would immediately make Dream smile from how happy it made him. His wings were already softly fluttering. He kept his smile as he pulled away, making Cross look at him before he drew his gloved hands away. Cross barely had time to recover before he was suddenly being turned by the tentacle around his waist.

He inhaled sharply as he felt Nightmare’s teeth against his own, the other’s cool hands coming up to hold his cheeks in place of Dream’s. He stayed a little longer before pulling back. There was the faintest sheen of cyan across his cheeks and he gently rubbed his thumb over Cross’ cheekbone. “We... feel quite the opposite, Cross.” Dream spoke, sounding embarrassed.

Cross turned to look back at the other, Dream’s shoulders scrunched up and his face flushed gold. “We don’t feel like we deserve you. You’re so kind, protective and caring.” Cross blinked and began to protest before stopping as he heard Nightmare rumble in quiet agreement.

“Strong, efficient, and loyal.” Nightmare added, keeping Cross against him. The soldier wasn’t sure he could handle the praise. “Don’t ever feel like you’re an outcast in this relationship because we chose you. Both of us agreed that we wanted you here and with us.” Dream nodded eagerly, smiling at Cross as his wings perked up a little. “We love you.”

“We love you!” Dream repeated immediately, his voice filled with joy. Cross stared between them and managed to give a nod, completely speechless. He mouthed that he loved them too, unsure if he would ever be able to speak again. “Now... can you please finish? I... It feels weird...” Dream fiddled with his fingers as his wings fluffed up again.

Nightmare hummed as Cross nodded. “And once you’re through with him, I’ll be needing your attention as well.” He rested his head on Cross’ shoulder, making the soldier jump and Dream giggle. “And maybe afterwards, we can nap in the shade of the oak trees?” Cross let out another breathless nod, his soul pounding and him drowning in attention.

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