nightmare shipping

  • Sally: Jack! You took over the Haunted Mansion??? We talked about this!
  • Jack: To be fair, Sally, I was left unsupervised.

anonymous asked:

this probably has nothing to do with anything you've been thinking about, but Nightmare needs a goddamn bath. Who's the lucky one that gets to shove him into the suds?

I absolutely love this. I wasn’t going to write it, just reply with my thoughts, but nope. It was too great.

Nightmare let out a shriek of fury as he got shoved into big puddle of paint. Falling through was a bewildering sensation, and dizziness overtook him as he felt himself fall out again. Face distorting into a frightening grimace, he made a move to twist around and make the one guilty of this regret it. Something hard, wooden, hit his back, not giving him the chance. He stumbled over the edge of one of the bathtubs he had had installed after the Evil Sanses moved in. Water filled his entire field of sight, and he spluttered as he felt it surrounding him until he hit the bottom.

Goo immediately started to colour the water black. He hissed viciously as he, gasping and spitting, managed to get his head over the surface. With a snarl, his tentacles shot up from the water. They drooped slightly, heavier than normal. The eternal stream of dripping goo had increased, mixed with bubbly, purple bath soap. Loud laughter bounced at the walls and mocked him.

When he turned around to threaten Ink – it was obvious who had done this, only one being travelled through paint and would have the guts to do such a thing – his scowl deepend. Indeed, it was Ink who was standing in front of the tub. The soulless freak was leaning at his giant brush and laughing his ass off.

Ink stood doubled, clutching his stomach with one hand and holding the brush with the other. As the Lord of Negativity hissed venomously, he didn’t even have manners enough to look afraid or stop laughing. Instead he glanced at Nightmare, pausing for a short second before it doubled. As Nightmare’s tentacles shot out toward him, he easily sidestepped into a paint puddle and appeared on the other side of the room. The laughter had mercifully stopped, but he was still grinning widely.

“Aw, c’mon my lord,” he chuckled, sweeping out with an arm and bowing lightly. “You’re really fricking dirty, you know. All that mud-“ he gestured at all of Nightmare and the black substance covering him –“it’s not exactly nice to watch. You needed a bath.”

Without uttering a word, Nightmare spat out some of the soapy water and another tentacle shot out toward the Guardian. He growled, intent on making the other suffer. But like the fucking anomaly the other was, he was too quick for his tentacles. Ink simply gave him a mocking salute, stepping into the same puddle as before.

“See ya, Nighty,” he called out and disappeared. Nightmare’s furious shrieks echoed through the bathroom. A guard poked in his face curiously, eyes widening at the sight he was met with. With an expression of pure terror on his face, he slammed the door close.

“Hey, you!” Nightmare yelled, starting to step out of the tub. “Get the fuck back here!”

If he couldn’t punish Ink, then he’d just have to take his anger out on someone else.

My thoughts on this was the most obvious choice was Dream, but that’d be kind of boring. Ink, on the other hand, would totally do this if he get the opportunity. He’s a freaking asshole. As well as a prankster, and he’d find this hilarious. So if he can teleport in and out of NM’s castle, then he’d take the chance as soon as it arose.

Also I absolutely adore this and thank you so much for sending me this ask. Dear stars is it a beautiful picture.


when you find a weird relationship between your teamates

i just wanna tell

when i saw evil sans squad , my mind always full of nightkiller & horrordust(dont know why man XDDD

haha poor error i’m sorry..or not XD






error!sans : @loverofpiggies

killer!sans : @rahafwabas

nightmare!sans & dream!sans : @jokublog

ink!sans : @comyet

us!sans : popcornpr1nce

horror!sans : @sour-apple-studios

murder!sans : ask-dusttale

Imagine your OTP

Person A: *wakes up from a nightmare*

Person B: *comforts Person A*

Person B: shhh… I‘ve got you… I‘m here

Person A: please don’t ever leave me

Person B: I’m not leaving you. Never… I will always be there for you

Person B: *kisses person A on the forhead*

Person B: *whispers* I love you

Person A: love you too

Don’t even ask what the context of this is, why they’re in the woods, how there’s a microphone in the woods, why Dream is even there, just… take it.

Imagine Your OTP

Imagine your OTP’s child waking them up in the middle of the night, crying because they had a nightmare.

Imagine them crawling into bed, between your OTP, because “The monsters can’t get me here.”

Imagine your OTP stroking their child’s hair, whispering words of reassurance.

Imagine your OTP sharing a grateful look, because their child has nightmares about fiction, while THEY still struggle with nightmares from their pasts.

Imagine the family falling asleep in a warm huddle.



Since day one, this is all I’ve ever been able to envision when I think of this disaster of a pairing. But, it’s the time of year for scary things, isn’t it? It’s appropriate, wouldn’t you say? :)

I mean the fact that I actually drew those two in that close of a proximity to each other.

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did you guys miss my undertale art

well i made some C:< , I hope you like it <3

Swap/Blueberry Sans- @popcornpr1nce (right?)
Fell Sans- someone that isnt me
Geno and Error Sans- @loverofpiggies
Reaper Sans- @renrink
Ink Sans- @comyet
Cross Sans- @jakei95
Nightmare Sans- @jokublog


Leverage: the next generation

  • Molly: Following a kidnapping as a young teen, she wanted to protect herself the way someone once protected her. What started with a simple self-defence course turned into a life-long affinity for violence and a successful run as an MMA fighter. Went off the grid and turned mercenary after her father’s death at the hands of a disgruntled employee left her destitute and unable to pay for college.
  • Trevor: Never forgot that time when the computer guy made him part of the team. Developed hacking and technology skills to rival his idol, along with a healthy problem with authority to match. It’s still the age of the geek, baby.
  • Widmark: After his step-father went to prison, life was a series of increasing challenges, but he never forgot his ability to make people believe in him. When the only job in show business he could get was as a singing waiter, he started to use his powers of persuasion and ability to reinvent himself for more self-serving purposes. And so, a con-artist was born.
  • Josie: Turns out landscaping is kind of boring when all you want to do is kick ass. Returning to a life of crime and becoming one of the world’s greatest thieves was much more her style.
  • Olivia: When fingered to take the fall for a crime she didn’t commit, CIA Agent Olivia Sterling leaves behind her career in espionage and cryptography - at least, as far as the agency is concerned - and disappears. She uses her contacts to assemble a motley crew of hustlers, felons, and thugs to track down and take out the corrupt organisation that set her up. But what started as revenge, a one-time gig, becomes so much more…


  • Amy: Art appraisal expert. Also Olivia’s ex. They met while consulting with Interpol as a favor to Director Sterling. Years and a somewhat-amicable break up later, Amy gets pulled into the crew’s schemes which, after years of friendship with a certain legendary thief, is practically old hat. She shows up every now and then to help out with jobs and to flirt with Josie, which drives Olivia mad. (Whether she is more jealous of Amy or Josie is anyone’s guess).