Skele Closet

~Wondertale ErrorInk~

Little comic about my Wonderland au where Error is the cat and Ink is Mad Hatter.

Title: 5 Times Red Kissed Sans Chapter 3: Kiss on the Forehead Fandom: Undertale Pairing: Kustard (Red/Sans)

Summary: And 1 Time Red Told Sans “i love you.”

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14851565/chapters/37348091#workskin

Art is by the lovely @slimeybonez! And the fanfic is by the amazing @thedrakeandthelord!

MY ARTSTYLE CHANGED AND IT’S SO MUCH BETTER ???

I had to draw these two h h h I love them

Day 6 - Unique (Errotic Week)

my contribution to @kustard-arcana. i was given the theme Union and thought of two souls finding each other in the vastness of the universe and coming together as one to find peace. thank you for letting me be a part of this project :-)

Gorgeous queens for @soloshikigami from their work “A Royal Tryst” (o^▽^o)

I love the dress designs so much! The sleeves on Red’s dress are especially adorable and both of the endings on their sleeves look really cute! The way you designed the upper parts of the dresses is just stunning. It’s so elegant and looks incredible on both of them (≧◡≦)♥

I drew the picture of Cross’s jealousy before. So, I wanted to draw the picture of Dream’s jealousy!

Incidentally…

This doll was made by Error  with a request of Cross. 

EDIT: Uh. I promise this wasn’t meant to be angsty. Here was the original idea:

Using the Nm can heal ppl w/ Bad Sans Poly and they discover this

Nm is only rlly soft w/ them when they’re injured, and so

They have “training sessions” where the aim is to beat the other up to the point Nm must heal them

Then they cuddle

Nm is totally on to them but he can’t do anything about it

Though if they would stop almost fucking murdering each other to get his attention, it would be really nice.

That’s, uh, not quite how it turned out.

Sorry Fae I angsted the Bad Sans Poly.

~~~

Nightmare glared at Cross, who was sprawled on the ground, his blood-soaked shirt lying to the side while Nightmare healed him.

“I’m sorry?” Cross tried, grunting when Nightmare put more pressure on the wound than was strictly necessary to heal it. The King of Nightmares only intensified his glare, managing to somehow be scary, even in his passive form, his normally violet-cyan pupils now a gentler green. 

“You,” he started, once Cross’ wounds were sufficiently healed. “Are an idiot, and you need to take care of your self.”

Cross grinned apologetically, rubbing the back of his head. “Horror didn’t mean to be so enthusiastic about having a new axe… Probably.”

“Uh, yeah, sorry Cross,” Horror called out, entering the room, tailed by Dust, Error and Killer, and walking towards where Nightmare and Cross were kneeling and sitting respectively.

“And you.” Nightmare turned to point accusingly at the four, making Dust actually take a step back in slight fear. “Stop beating each other up. All of you. I know what you’re doing, if you wanted my attention that much you could’ve just asked! You don’t need me to heal you to spend time with me! And you especially shouldn’t be hurting each other to the point that I need to teleport over here every time to make sure you don’t die!” Nightmare shouted, annoyance, anger, desperation, guilt, sadness - all these emotions radiating from him. “I’m sorry I don’t spend enough time with you all, I am, but please, don’t do- don’t hurt yourselves like this.” He sounded defeated, guilty, as if he’d done something wrong. There were tears glinting in the corners of his eyes.

The five looked at each other, and Killer initiated a hug, wrapping his arms around Nightmare tightly. “We’re sorry,” he whispered, as the others joined in, even Error, who was usually do adverse to touch. “We didn’t mean to worry you like that, we didn’t think you’d be so… sad about it.”

“I find out that I’ve been neglecting you to the point you intentionally put yourselves in pain to get me to pay attention to you all, forgive me if I’m upset,” Nightmare said, tears starting to fall down his face, hidden by Killer’s jacket.

“Night you weren’t neglecting us, shh, we’re sorry. We were idiots, we won’t do it again,” Cross comforted, rubbing Nightmare’s back.

Everyone was feeling guilty, negativity collecting.

So I’ve had this in my inbox for probably months. I can’t remember.

Sorry about that.

…

The wind whined outside the window and the rain smattered against the glass. Inside, however, a warm fire crackled in the enormous, intricate fireplace, warming the room. In front of it, in a dark purple chaise, Nightmare smiled gently as he ran his finger’s over his datemate’s head. Error sat in his lap, fast asleep against his chest, the glitching down to a minimum and his breathing calm. It meant he was feeling safe here, in the arms of the King of Negativity. And wasn’t that just amazing? Until recently, Nightmare had never expected to ever long for this again. Not after the ‘Corruption’, as his brother apparently called it. But here he was, feeling warm and fuzzy in happiness over the fact that Error trusted him. Wasn’t even bothered by his touch.

As the flames danced, and the storm raged outside the castle walls, he pressed a kiss to Error’s head. A black smear remained, marking the spot his teeth had just been. Error murmured, shifting. Pressed his cheek against Nightmare’s mandible, although he never let his mouth or nose come into contact even in his sleep. Nightmare’s goo wasn’t ideal for breathing through.

Quietly, he grabbed the leather-bound book lying on the floor, opening it at the page he’d marked with a bookmark of pure, paper-thin silver. Allowed it to rest on top of his tentacles, so he wouldn’t have to let Error go for more than a few seconds as he turned page. He sank into the story – The Juniper Tree. He quite enjoyed fairy tales; the old kind, that is, with all their gruesomeness and horror.

A flash of light illuminating the room brought him back to the now, and he twisted his neck toward the door. Just in time to see Killer there, holding a camera and giggling. As Nightmare caught his gaze, he yelped, and was gone in an instant. Scowling, Nightmare considered chasing after him, but Error mumbled something in his sleep, grasping at his coat, and he relaxed back into the chaise. Whatever. He could take care of Killer later.