#mutemare

Like for example

Dust: yeah he’s very talkative for a mute person

Ink: *pure confusion* ……h o w

Mutemare in the background with killer : *squeaking and doing hand gestures as if ranting *

Killer: *listening intently and nodding along *

A bunch of doodles of Smleam and Smute from @mutemare-n-the-smoll

Smute is smolmute, smleam is smoldream

Cross by jakei

OG dream and nightmare by joku

Hello! @shady0220uwu (aka Alice!) here! And I'm here to introduce you to this crossover au! This au is a mix of @peasthedumb mutemare and @sushixstar smolmare! (I'm sorry for the mention! Hope u don't mind)

So, in this au we have a smoll version of mutemare named smolmute, and a smoll version of dream name smleam. Here's a few facts about them!

The smoll twins, unlike the OG, get very well along. They are never separated.

The smoll twins like fluffy stuff, so you'll often find them hiding in a blanket or in a pillow pile.

The smoll twins are only a foot tall!

Smleam can not only understand smolmute, but also mutemare! So the gang often use him as a translator sadly

The smoll twins often like to hide in Cross's hood, because 1) it's extremely fluffy and warm. 2) he hides them from Killer who is obsessed with how "cute" smolmute is. 3) he give them pieces of whatever snack he's eating. And finally 4) Smleam enjoys having a little conversation with Cross, who actually talk with him and doesn't use him only as a translator.

The whole gang pretty much get along with Smleam! Since he actually understands the fact that the balance needs an equal he doesn't spread useless positivity and smolmute actually hate OG Dream as much as Mutemare does! For 3 simple reasons, 1) it isn't his brother. 2) he doesn't know him so he doesn't trust him. 3) he's totally disrespecting the balance and that pisses him off so bad.

That's all for now!

We're opened for asks!!

I lost my ability to speak after an accident.

Well… I can’t quite call it that. It wasn’t an accident. It was on purpose.

They had been bullying me again. For no reason, may I add. Dream was off like always, oblivious to what was happening to me. I was never able to talk to him about it.

And now I would never be able to.

Oh, the pain I felt as they slashed my neck. The blood that gushed out, going everywhere. The tears mingling with the blood as they left me to die.

And Dream’s horrified face as he saw me laying there. I had never seen him run that fast.

He came back with a few of the kinder townsfolk with medical experience to help me. And they said I would be okay. They said that I would fully recover in some time.

Well, I mostly recovered. I had a scar over my neck and was never able to speak. And Dream never knew that.

“Oh, Nighty’s just been quiet ever since an accident,” he would say. “Oh, he’s just shy,” he would say. “Oh, he’s just socially anxious,” he would say.

But I would never say anything back.

People always asked about the scar. I didn’t like thinking about the scar. So I got a gold scarf to cover it up. It was the softest one that I could find. It was comfortable… it was nice.

I liked reading. Sometimes I would draw my favorite scenes from books. The sad part was that I was never able to talk about my favorite books.

Reading was a way that I could escape. I could go to another world. I could forget about not being able to talk. I could forget about my scar. I could forget about the bullying and abuse and misunderstanding.

Too bad I couldn’t go into their worlds.

After the bullies almost killed me the first time, they didn’t get any better. They waited a while to hurt me anymore, but probably because an easy target who can’t fight back isn’t as fun.

They were going for the tree this time. And I was just standing in their way. So I did what I had to.

I killed them all. I sealed my brother in stone. And I left. I escaped. I think you can piece together the rest.

But now… that’s all in the past. I have friends. Real friends. Ones that don’t try to speak for me. Ones who try to make life easier for me, despite my muteness. Ones that genuinely care about me and would want to protect me through anything, risking their own lives for me.

I love them. I could never ask for anyone better.

Though we have our disagreements, fights, and teasing, we always make up. We always stick together. We’re friends through it all. Maybe even closer to family.

“Are you comfortable, Nightmare?” I heard. I poked my head out of my pile of scarves and blankets. Mostly just soft and fluffy things generally.

I nodded at Cross, the one who asked.

“Do you mind if I join you?” he asked.

I nodded again, moving some of my pens and notebooks closer to me, making room for Cross.

A while later, Killer walked past.

“Aw man, Cross gets all the special treatment? Do I get to join in?”

I sighed and nodded.

Killer joined the pile of fluffy things.

Soon enough, Dust walked by.

“Is this what we’re doing now?”

Dust found a spot in the pile.

Horror came by later. Before settling in, he walked away. But he came back with snacks that he was happy to share. And the five of us were in a pile of blankets, scarves, and each other.

Error had made a portal in to check on us. Due to his haphephobia, he couldn’t join the cuddle pile, so he just made a portal above us and hung out there, talking to us occasionally.

In the words of killer, he’s very vocal for a mute guy

He makes little noises quite a lot, and he prefers it to having to write everything, but he can’t get out anything close to words.

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