#lowercase anon

Thunder rumbled, brutally waking Nightmare up. His soul was pounding in his chest as he looked up, panting, already wet from the rain, the tree he was sleeping under didn't cover him well enough to keep him dry. It was still night, but he didn't know how far in the night it was as clouds were masking the moon.

He crounched on himself a bit more, his knees as close to his chest as possible as he reached for someone next him.

- It's okay, it's okay it's just-

A bright flash cut him off, lightening the empty place next to him. He brought back his arm against himself. He was alone, Dream wasn't there anymore. He flinched at the thunder, pressing his small body against the trunk of the tree as he closed his one good eye, the only one remaining after eating the apples.

He was shaking, freezing, he didn't like storms, he didn't like the loud noise and the flashes, he didn't like how his clothes would stick to his bones, to the goop, he didn't like the goop either. He wished his twin would be there, wished he could hug him, comfort him like he used to do even if he was scared too, and feel him hug him back, tighter...

He sobbed, letting out a hiccup at the new rumbling noise of the thunder, he slowly looked up at the forest he had decided to spend the night in. He wanted his brother.

The little child slowly stood up, his legs shaking, hurting, his whole back hurt as four thick tentacles were hanging limp on the ground, adding a weight pulling him down. He didn't know how to control them yet. He sniffled, wiping his tears with his already wet sleeve as he took a step forward, almost tripping on the roots of the tree.

He walked slowly, hugging himself as if it would protect him from the sky's anger, and stopped when he reached the edge of the forest, looking at the clouds, he slowly made his way in the open, unsure, almost ready to get hit by a lightning.

He tried to hurry as much as he could with the dead weight on his back, climbing the small hill until he reached the top on which the tree stump of his mother stood as a reminder of his sins.

A shiver ran up his spine as he looked at it, and he quickly shook his head, going a little further until he saw him: Dream's statue, his dear brother that Nightmare had turned into stone without mercy, getting drenched by the rain.

Nightmare stared for a moment, his tears running down his cheeks again, and he slowly made his way closer, sitting at his feet and pressing himself against his legs, shaking as thunder was still grumbling above him.

He felt lost, all alone, hurt with nobody to help him, to hold him and reassure him.

- I'm so sorry Dream... he murmured between sobs, can you come back please... ? I promise I'll be good...

Thunder was his only answer.

- I promise... he weeped again.

He just wanted his brother back, he didn't want to stay alone under the storm...

But the statue didn't move, it stayed right where it was for five hundred years.

can i have a hug pls :0

ill give you my soul in return

-lowercase anon

…hello, anon, i would just like to preface this with the statement that receiving this ask did not anger me or even make me overly sad, i’m just confused and vaguely upset right now, so if you expected/were fearing some sort of outburst, i’m glad to say that i feel i can address this ask calmly and as sensitively and honestly as possible.

i would like to simply start by saying that my overall reaction to these words is confusion and uncertainty. i am very aware that i have had conflict with many others before, and i know that many of these situations have probably gone unresolved, but they have only gone unresolved because i am unaware of them or do not remember them and was never made aware of any lasting negative feelings or grudges anyone had.

Basically, what I’m trying to say here is: i’m sorry, but i don’t know who specifically i’ve hurt that i’ve not resolved the situation with/talked to about it already. i want to fix whatever’s wrong, so i really would have appreciated if you had given more information/context to tell me what i’m actually doing wrong. what specifically about my behavior has been upsetting, what specifically have i done? i ask because if i know what’s wrong i can work to improve and fix it.

i don’t know what you mean by “[learning] to become a […] more positive person” because i already do my best every day to spread as much love as i can and make sure people in my space feel safe, happy, and healthy. this ask ultimately leaves me tilting my head like a confused puppy, because i have no reference for what is wrong or what is expected of me going forward.

it’s really confusing and disheartening to get this because as of late I feel things have been fine. i’ve not had direct conflict with someone in a long time that hasn’t been resolved or addressed. i thought i was doing way better than before, i thought i was making progress, so getting this honestly makes my blood run cold.

i do not doubt that you mean what you say, i do not doubt and am in fact certain that there are people out there right now who are upset with me that i have yet to address the issue with. but i can’t fix or work on things if i don’t know what i’m supposed to be fixing. i’m not trying to push this criticism away at all, i’m saying it’s not detailed enough.

i jus put my blorbos thru alot of trauma :]

...Lowercase Anon? GIVE THEM A HUG RIGHT NOW!

But yessss! I love that idea! The YW used to talk all the time, engage in banter, etc..but after Cayde, there isn't that same spark. No playfulness. Just a silent protector that shoulders one responsibility after another.

Then comes Crow and confusion and the urge to hate but they can't. Cayde wouldn't want that, right? He'd want them to welcome Crow, to make peace with that past, with that loss.

"None of the prizes are as cute as me, though!"

Despite the fact she has surely heard some variation on this joke a thousand times, the Lor still laughs at their captains antics. It's likely he answers a different variety each time.

-lowercase anon

That little guy ???

He looks so miserable

That's a 100% Nightmare, that's the face he does when he's feeling pathetic ( aka 90% of the time )

Very quickly doodle of Lord Noot like that

We hope lmao, we hope