Dust is just hhjfjcjjdd…

I want to hug…..then hold skeleton face gently….kiss skeleton face….I’m weak for him, absolutely melting. sweet heavens.

Dust is warmer than you expect when you hug him. It seems silly, but after seeing the looks in his eyelights, part of you expected him to be cold to the touch. He smells like rain, pattering mutedly against the roof of an abandoned bedroom... there's little spots across his body where you can rest your chest and hands and head. He still remembers how to be comfy.

"Hi Dust," you say.

He pauses for a moment, seemingly surprised - but he soon reciprocates the hug, wrapping his arms around you. There's so much more controlled strength in his movements than the other skeletons, you can all but feel his staggering LV through his bones. His nasal cavity presses gently against the top of your head; a long, slow, satisfied breath escaping his chest. Like a old dog coming home and finally laying down.

Your hands come up, cupping his cheekbones. "Is this ok?" you ask, quietly.

He doesn't respond. You expect some shock at the casual affection, like the others, perhaps even some resistance. But there's none at all. Dust's sockets lid, he rocks forward, nuzzling into your hands. He looks sleepy. He looks like he could stay this way forever.

When you kiss him, gently, you can't hear him purring, but you can feel it through your chest. One arm stays wrapped around you, his other hand travels up to hold your head by the back of the neck. He very much leans into it, the sides of his hood obscure both your faces from view.

When the kiss is over, you lean away a little to catch your breath.

... Except you don't - Dust doesn't let you. The hand on your neck doesn't move, it might as well be the world's gentlest cast iron shackle. His thumb traces up and down the very delicate skin, voice soft against your lips.

"mhm... nope." he murmurs. "you made your choice. you're not going anywhere."

what’s it like for dust when horror first bathed him omg.

half of me imagines it as a really sweet(albeit confusing) like, embarrassing situation

the other is imagining dust being like a cat trying to avoid being bathed😭

The first time it happened Dust did indeed try to crawl away as Horror held him, but the latter just chuckled and softly tickled the back of Dust’s neck to subdue him. Once he was partly submerged, Dust quickly settled down and relaxed as Horror washed him. He did hide his face when his wings were being cleaned, though.

Nowadays Dust won’t fight whenever Horror goes to clean them both, but he’ll never be able to look Horror in the face whenever his wings are being washed, as he finds it oddly embarrassing and intimate. However, that being said, he has begun to assist Horror in cleaning his own wings nowadays. The act is strangely soothing, especially since the wings of a winter fairy are so fuzzy and soft. He can’t help but rub his face into them, and it never fails at making Horror squeak in a slight surprise. Dust thinks the sound is adorable.

My friend had a ask as she doesn't have a tumblr => Hello! This is Tifa, da friend of Turtle! First off I wanna say that fairyverse is awesome and love it to bits! Secondly, I wanna ask how fairies perceive hobbit homes? Like, how would these fairies react to seeing someone make an artificial hill that’s essentially the home. Looking like a hill on the outside but once in is comfy and homely place, similar to the Hobbit of the LoTR's franchise.

Some fairies would suspect these big folk for being trolls in disguise, because only trolls make big homes underground, right? Well, once they realise that these people are, indeed, not trolls, then they will feel curious as to why they’ve dug a homely hole in the ground. Doesn’t big folk prefer to live in houses made of wood and stone? How peculiar. They just might sneak in to explore, so be prepared for spring fairies snatching trinkets and making your goblets and glasses clink together as they fly and walk about.

wahh the way you wrote tragic love between nightlight n dream is so absolutely wonderful<333

i'm not rlly the same anon but u mentioned we could ask dream, nightlight and nightmare? 

the angst was very wonderful/gen but now i'm kind of curious how a love between the 3 would go, that and i'm horridly fond of the whole 'tender' and 'embracing each other in their entirety' type love lmao u mentioned that dream would believe nightmare as nightmare is a very good liar, but would nightlight have any worries or such? i'm not sure as their both the two halfs of autumn i assume they'd understand/know each other on an emotional level of sorts hsjshjs, lovely work as always<33

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A good liar Nightmare may be, but that is not so when it comes to Nightlight. His other half can, to some extent, feel whatever emotions Nightmare might be experiencing, and the sorrow within him is heartbreaking, and he cannot just leave him like that. So, a love between the three of them will go like this:

Tense, at first, but Nightmare is a stubborn old mule at times, and as infuriating as it can be, both Dream and Nightlight must be patient. It will be rewarded greatly. Once Nightmare warms up to the idea that he, too, can be a part of this, then he will shower both Dream and Nightlight with love as soft and gentle as the light of the moon itself.

Nightmare isn’t one to express public displays of affection that often, but he will do nothing to stop Dream or Nightlight from doing so. Dream is notorious for being touchy towards those he holds dear, and will openly nuzzle and purr into Nightmare’s side, whether the latter is discussing something with his autumn fairies or not. If he managed to pull Nightlight away from his secret nook within the underground nest, then he, too, would be at Nightmare’s side, though he would stand close instead of clinging onto his other half.

Kisses, declarations of love, arrays of flowers, pretty bugs, silks and satins, tapestries that show wonderment of love; Nightmare will spare no expense to shower his lovers in lavish gifts, but it is the moments they share in near silence that are the most precious to them all. Quiet nights in their private nest, cuddled up in warmth and comfort, bare bone and ecto touching as they speak in soft tones about their goings of the day, fingers trailing comforting patterns to soothe and relax.

With this newfound intimacy comes new levels of trust, and eventually Nightlight will be permitted to go outside with Dream so he may see his valley with his own eyes, instead of just admiring the tapestries Nightmare made for him to look upon. Together they will travel to see the sunlit valley, to feel the warm wind, to plunge into pools of glittering blue water, and to play and chase upon the dancing grass before laying down to rest.

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“My night,” Dream said, kissing Nightmare’s lips, “and my light,” he added, and turned to do the same with Nightlight, “I am so happy to have you in my valley; together. It warms my soul to be with you both so openly for my own fairies to see. Can you hear them sing for us?”

“It is so beautiful,” Nightlight said, closing his eyes to enjoy the sound and the soft touch of the wind.

“Hm,” Nightmare chuckled, “when do they not sing for you, Dreamy?”

Dream chuckled in return. “This is different, Nighty. It’s not just for me, but for us, and that makes the song all the sweeter.”

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What would be their ways of seducing toward MC in Bad Sanses?

Food. Horror uses food. He wants to get to your heart, he desperately wants to. But he can't 'seduce'. He can't carry a conversation, he can't flirt, he can't dress up all fancy, his twisted physique and alarming mannerisms are off-putting even to those who know him well. So he tries going through your stomach; he cooks for you any chance he gets, making anything you like, intently studying your face for signs of enjoyment and approval. He can't seduce - but if you love his cooking, at least you love something of him. That's a start.

Dust... he's effortless. You'll know when he's interested. He's a starer, his eyelights cut across a room, no matter how crowded. His constantly impassive face will break just to give you a dark, wolfish grin, like the two of you know something no one else does. He'll gently trace your back or arm when he walks past; you'll think you're alone, then turn around to see he's an arm's length from you. How long was he there? Watching? Who knows.

He knows the things you won't tell anyone you like. There's no shame in enjoying being his prey. He certainly enjoys it too.

Killer will literally just come up to you, prop his arm against whatever surface you're leaning on, call you a hottie then ask if you wanna go get drinks. Teddies and heart-shaped chocolates, big long sappy text messages once you make the mistake of giving him your number, sentimental gifts that made him think of you (like rocks that match your eye colour), he's a persistent little shit and if he smells even the slightest interest in him he will never let up his flirting. He won't rest until you're wearing couples shirts with him - and honestly, it's impossible to not feel good about being so wanted by someone.

Nightmare is, as we simps would know, very seductive when he chooses to be. He'll make you putty in his hands. A claw under your chin to keep your gaze from escaping his, a low voice and darkly playful tone, he delights in seeing you small and flustered by just his presence. Nightmare will be very clear on what he wants from you... are you going he his, or no?

... He does have a softer side, though. He likes giving you flowers.