E llevado un tiempo queriendo hacer un rediseñar a estos dos desde hace un tiempo, espero que les gusten.
He tenido una idea sobre una reescritura para el sansverse intercambiando algunos personajes con otros aparte de sans, pero no estoy segura, porque estoy muy encariñada con los Bad sans 😭
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Dream and Nightmare redesign!
I've been wanting to redesign these two for a while now, I hope you like them.
I've had an idea about a rewrite for the Sansverse, swapping some characters with others besides Sans, but I'm not sure, because I'm very attached to Bad Sans 😭
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Good day to anyone. This has been in the works for a long time. And if I’m rightly honest. There are still 7 more characters to draw in this style. You can blame Dream Sans for why it's taking so damn long. This art was inspired by @llamagoddessofficial Mafia Bad Sans Au. I know, a mouthful. However, when I first read this AU, I was struck with drive. It's my 2 favourite things being mushed into one. So my imagination went into overdrive. Originally it was supposed to just be a sketch, but I blinked and it became hyperrealistic. I honestly have no clue what happened.
But in my mind I see Nightmare as this imposing force. I wanted him to have this “big dick” energy without coming across as self-absorbed. I have him in a relaxed posture yet not an open pose. Trying to reflect his personality. The fur coat is supposed to be shaped like a crescent moon; however, it kind of comes across as a horseshoe. It's supposed to be a silver wolf fur coat. The scarf around the middle is supposed to break up the sea of black. For the rings, if you know, you know.
I plan to draw the rest of them in the style between 1930 and 1950. So I've been listening to a lot of music from around that time. And when I was, I began to think of the types of songs they would sing. What type of things would they do? What kind of weapons would they have? So if you don't mind a little ramble, I'd like to talk about my thoughts about what kind of things Mafia Nightmare Sans would do.
When it comes to music, I believe he would sadly hum Blue Moon by Dean Martin. I know Billie Holiday sings this song as well, and I feel like it would be a mix of both. But this is what he hums when he's just alone. The song is supposed to symbolize loneliness, and I feel like it fits. Then I thought of the “In Love” songs, ones that someone sings when they finally find love. This one was a hard pick. But "You Make Me Feel So Young" by Frank Sinatra. Now I know when first listening to the song it sounds like something you'd sing only if you'd been in a relationship for a long time. But when I hear it, I feel like it's Nightmare realizing how happy you make him. So much so that it makes him feel like himself before any corruption. I chose this in specific so it didn't feel as if he was completely reformed, and it was further emphasized by the “feel.” I do feel like there could be many more songs that could convey this almost airy feeling that would come from loving you.
Now, onto weapons, the Colt Model 1903 Pocket Hammerless is easy to conceal and easy to withdraw. However, I would see Nightmare having a very beautiful weapon. Having a blue metal finish engraved with silver with slight modifications. His weapon would be named Carnifex (Italian for executioner, I think). His weapon causes fear when others see it, because he doesn't withdraw his weapon unless he means to use it.The only other “weapon” he has is a cigar clipper, I mean, besides his hands. However, anything is a weapon is the hands of an artist.
His car of choice is an Alfa Romeo 6C 2500 Jet Black; however, that's only the car he drives when he feels like it.Normally he is driven around in his 1936 Buick limousine.
Drink is a wine as dark as ink. Think Pinot Noir. He prefers cigars instead of cigarettes; they taste better. I believe he’d be a partner to a tobacco company; as part of his deal not to completely take the business over, he gets these types of cigars that are made for Monster.He wears a lot of silver. I know I did gold; it was a bit of a struggle to pick, but he's a silver guy, I swear.
As you can see, this boy has the TASTE for the finer things. Think old money, think darkness (not edgy), think of a jet-black void. That's Nightmare alright, but I feel that when all that bougie-ness is pulled away, he's a very lonely individual, someone guarded and thoughtful. You, dear reader, fill this empty place in his soul.
I've been reading @charamelwrites story called "heal me" and its a nightmares gang x reader, and ive been simping after their interpretation of Nightmare so here's some imagines about him!
When Nightmare first starts falling for you, the first thing that happens is that his tendrils reach for you without his direction. He pulls them back when he notices, but you're more likely to get Grabbied before he notices since they don't often reach for people without him actively wanting it
You can notice that he acquiesces to your wants far more often. And its often without him making a show of it like someone in the castle would (cough killer cough). You'd find the full series of the first book you've been reading, and they're often in these beautifully bound tomes that actually fit the series and whats the story. For example, the Percy Jackson series would be bound in leather that matches the colours of the original first print version, so the lightning thief would be bound in that dark sea blue green, sea of monsters would be that dark orange, etc, with stamping on the front that would depict a lightning bolt in someone's hand, with three other handsreaching for it, that sort of thing
Nightmare binds those books himself, and he creates the designs for them. Hes never quite kicked the habit of reading late at night when everyone else in the castle (or village) were asleep. Its most peaceful then...
If you ever have an actual nightmare, Night is there and hes disbanded the awful dream. If it was one that happened while he was distracted and he couldnt shoo it away from your mind before you were aware of the turn it was taking, he will appear in your dream and soothe you before letting you fall into a dreamless slumber
If/when you run into trouble, hes the first to find you and return you to the castle. If the gang isn't right there when he makes the portal, they're getting left behind
If this is at a time when dream and nightmare are not actively in the middle of a war, you'll find that dream is the best person to gossip with about nightmare. He has the funniest stories from when they were kids!
When Nightmare finally makes things truly official with you, youll be treated better than a queen. Also be prepared to be called his queen to the others, cause thats part of who you are now. And that is who you are to the rest of the multiverse
Be prepared to be wined and dined like you wouldnt believe, and he will absolutely take you dancing beneath the night sky in an outfit fit for a medieval monarch from your dreams. He'd even dress up with you, dressed like a king that artfully matches and yet contrasts your own clothes, and all it does is make you shine brighter than the sun
He would also teach you how to take care of the many plants that thrive in his eternally dark realm.
These next one's are more for me and anyone else that sews or does any type of needlework as a hobby
He would wear anything you make for him. Anything. And he'd wear it with pride! Or if you make him something cute to put on his shelves in his office, even if its very much the opposite of the vibe of his office (like a cute little duck plushie) he'd put it in the most pride of place spot he could, right next to his favourite books that are first edition and signed by the author
If you make him a scarf that matches his favourite villain like outfit (think of that one green art of nightmare thats in the trench coat, I'll reblog it soon) he will wear it with pride when he goes out to menace the residents of a random au that they're trying to turn negative
And if you go to nightmare to ask if you can sleep by him, he will go all soft and let you sleep either in his bed while he reads, or on the couch of his office if its for an afternoon nap. He doesnt need to sleep often, but if you curl up next to him on the bed, hes much more likely to fall asleep with you after a bit. Its probably a good idea for you to anyways, hes been needing to sleep more often.
Youll also wake up being cradled in his arms and tendrils, with your face resting on his chest. His sleeping face looks more relaxed than you've ever seen him
Here's the link to the fic I mentioned btw!
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im going to be very predictable and ask, if the inspiration strikes, could you do a nightmare x reader request? (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
Hehehehehehe, absolutely, friend. Once again, I'm sorry for the late reply to this request. I'm glad to have the energy to do this now. Onward to the Nightmare x Reader content~! ♥
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The crickets are loud around this time of year, the humidity of the summer sticking obnoxiously against your skin. Even at the darkest of nights, the air remained warm enough that not even a box fan can cool you down. At the moment, however, you're not inside enjoying that blissful breeze.
No, you're currently outside and on a mission, your bare feet rushing through the wet grass. You remain unconcerned of the mud on your skin nor on the bottom half of your pajamas. All you care about was reaching the pond you've been visiting each time it was a full moon.
Unfortunately, tonight would be the last time you would be able to visit this place. You accepted a job that would pay more out of state, and while that would be good for future you, there's a part of you that doesn't want to leave.
You finally make it to a clearing by pushing some grass out the way. The water glows faintly from the moon's light, and there are fireflies illuminating the area. The pond's not deep enough to be a concern as it only reached up to your ankles, but you're still mindful of stepping on any rocks. You want this to last as long as possible since you didn't have time to suffer from any injuries.
Unraveling something from your grasp, you allow a thin, sparkling, transparent fabric to lift itself with the help of a passing breeze, it's shimmering design glossing over the water's surface. You wrap it around your shoulders before making your way across the pond. Despite the warmth of the surrounding area, the cool liquid felt heavenly on your skin.
As soon as you reach the middle, you gaze up at the sky, the stars twinkling down at you in greeting. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, your one hand rising as if about to take someone's hand, the glittering fabric following your movement.
"Please watch over me as I dance to my heart's content."
They're words you have said so many times in the past, but this one was filled with despair, knowing that this will be your last for a long time. Your heart aches at the thought.
Releasing a breath, you begin to dance, the scarf following your body with a grace that make even the Gods envious. You move swiftly, yet slowly to gently maneuver around the mini lake, the water seemingly gliding along with you as the sound of tiny waves join in harmony with the crickets.
No music played as you twirled freely, but you're used to the melody of what Mother Nature provided. That is until silence greeted you, but you're not afraid. In fact, you smiled warmly when a familiar, cool hand took yours and brought it to his teeth, kissing the back of it.
Your eyes fluttered open as you gazed up at the dark skeleton, his teal eye light staring intently at you, though there's also some heat behind it. Nightmare's dressed in his usual formal attire, however, you noticed some buttons on his top that are loose and he's currently not wearing a jacket. Biting your lip, you don't hesitate to move toward him, his other arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you waltz.
No words are exchanged between a mortal and a God, though there are other means to display affection toward one another. As the two of you are pressed together, swaying quietly, you felt his teeth slowly trail down your neck, your back arching at the motion and a pleased sigh escaping your lips. His arms tightened around you as you caressed the back of his neck, your nails gently scraping the bone.
You inhale his scent, your body relaxing from his cologne, a powdery, clean scent with a hint of cinnamon. It's something that always calm your nerves, feeling safe in his arms, despite how powerful and dangerous he can truly be.
"Come with me."
You pause before clasping your hands behind his neck and looking up at him. There's a part of you that's surprised he already knew, but you're thankful you didn't have to break the news. You tilt your head. "Where would you take me?"
"You will come back with me to my castle," he brings a hand up and cradles your cheek. You tilt your head and kiss the inside of it, noticing his eye light becoming brighter from the motion. He leans closer until his teeth are barely touching your lips, your eyes lidding while your breath hitches in excitement. "I will care and spoil you to your hearts desire. You will no longer need to struggle through life and wonder if you will make it another day. Give in to me and I will take care of everything."
"Everything…?" you whispered.
"Everything."
You're no longer in contact with your family, so they won't even miss you. Your friends will more than likely wonder where you are, but will probably write it off as you growing used to your new job and not having time to communicate. There's really nothing holding you back from accepting such a tantalizing offer.
"Okay."
As soon as you answered, Nightmare grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you against his teeth, a low moan escaping you. With his other hand, he groped your ass and lifted you until your legs were wrapped around his waist. You felt something hard against your inner thigh and only shivered in anticipation, pressing yourself further into him.
You started panicking when you started falling backwards, but it only lasted a moment when something soft cushioned your fall. Nightmare briefly breaks the kiss, though he only resumes kissing down from your chin to your chest, leaving your squirming under his onslaught of affection.
You briefly notice that your lying on top of a bed. It felt sinfully comfortable on your back.
With his sharp phalanges, he easily rips your shirt in two, your chest now visible to him, his eye light darkening with hunger. He gently grabs your hands and pins them above your head, his gaze locking onto yours.
"Long have I waited for the day you lie beneath me in my own bed," he confessed, his words full of heat and want as he leaned down to your ear, his voice lowering. "I will take my time exploring every inch of you until I know all of your weaknesses. I will not stop until I am completely sated and I will mark all over your soft skin until there's nothing left," he leaned away to look at you, his gaze softening a little. "However, if you ever wish for a break or you feel uncomfortable, the safe word is apple. Repeat it back to me."
"The safe word is apple," you breathe out your words, your eyes lidding up at him. "Please don't keep me waiting any longer. I need you."
He growled at your words, something glowing faintly from within his pants. You notice four tendrils sprout out from his back and wiggle enthusiastically. The pit of your stomach clenches at the sight.
