Season Nine Is Good

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Let's meet up next Sunday! (I promise I’ll be there)

Time had stopped one trillion steps ago. Laugher bubbles from beyond the atmosphere. On the other side of a non-existent mirror. They smile with their eyes, their being touching every segment of the barrier, clacking a head against it softly. A blue moon shimmers back, full of the same old book smell and a parent with a puffed chest speaking of their children. It rumbled, leaving behind echoes of a xylophone and oh, their bright, sun-struck soul could touch the sky. -- OR, in which it's been 166 years since the corruption and deletion of Dreamtale. Nightmare's made a home for himself, Dream's an unstable corrupted creature, and Error has a crippling fear of his mistakes.

I very much am still new to using tumblr and messed up replying to you LMAO, so here's what I wrote as the reply aha. But YES absolutely!!

CW: Dissociation, Body Horror, Lucid Dreaming, generally losing control of your body(please tell me if I missed any, thank you!)

An AU where the MTT + Cross are all trapped within a nightmare, created in part by Pass!NM in a desperate attempt to create a loving, nurturing family, then Corrupted in an effort to survive. All of them aren't in control of themselves, only able l to watch and listen as their bodies move and speak without input from themselves. Someone else is in the drivers seat and the gang is sat in the back, forced to watch as the bad, bad driver continue down the road.

They know this is wrong. Killer being overly emotional, Horror endlessly cooking, Dust talking, and Cross being a big ol' baby. Nothing about this is normal. Especially not the little kid running around.

In the real world they actually lowkey only tolerate each other. Every single one too afraid of Nightmare to try anything in particular. With Killer having been recently replaced and all, it wouldn't bode well to try and cause conflict. But tldr; they have bare minimum tolerance for each other and new Killer is still a complete, negative bubbling mess trying to get their head together. They have basic respect. That does not entail having movie nights or cuddle piles(DEFINITELY not cuddle piles. Eugh Dust barely got enough control of his wheel to escape that night).

Regardless, they can all tell this dream they're in isn't real. Waving to each other each morning with a smile isn't them. And now its up to the four to break free from Nightmare's control and escape from whatever hellish alternative nightmare this is.

Teehee Dream doing enough damage to Nightmare to cause his form to start falling down and, desperately trying to survive, pulling his four subordinates into a horrific nightmare(being a loving family). Making little Passive happy too is key to his survival. Imagine Passive and whatever magic corrupt used is pretty much all Corrupt had left. So now its a tale of making Passive happy, making him eager for the future, and by proxy Corrupt's life. Then Corrupt absorbing all the negative feelings of his subordinates tied like puppet strings. Only ever planning to release them once he's recovered enough to retain his usual physical form. That is.. if they make it to that point.

Imagine that through how much energy Corrupted is draining from his gang they physically cannot keep up with the demand. Corrupted is slowly draining their souls away, taking piece by piece of all the Negativity out. They can only watch as Passive cries and is asking why one of them is dying and want nothing more than to turn away, only able to feel the core of happiness left inside them. They're on a clock to try and escape from this paradise.

Oh and pass!NM being the eldritch horror of this dream. Hes nigh unpredictable. Whatever he says goes. Reading a book to bed, hugs, long, exhausting talks. Anything he wants WILL happen. It doesn't matter how much resistant one has developed. He randomly appears in places, as if theres teleportation. The rooms he's in are always brighter and the shadows hug him tightly.

They are definitely stuck in an world with a little, sad kid with hundreds of issues which they cannot upset at all giggle

Oh man I sure do love alsmp

MATE mate mate. Scott, discovering the soulmate feature is terrified. He and Jimmy where soulmates, sealed with one red flower and dreams. Could this end the same? Heartbreak, dragging his soulmates dead body into a grave, sobbing with dirtied hands and an anvil hanging over their chest. Who would want to experience that again? Scott sure wouldn’t. Everyone around is jumping for joy, wincing at the punches to arms but cheering because the one ahead of them held their own, hissing and looking up. A glaze of realization then wide smiles and cheering sounds. Standing side by side with pride and towards each other. Looking around the caves and newly formed world with newfound confidence. ( Jimmy had done that. In a cave, handed a pretty poppy over. It was a joke really. Didn’t stop him from kneeling over Jimmy’s grave and hiding his tears, a red and yellow watching from a distance. ) Going on, throughout the world and spectating, his arms rub each other, pressing down against the inflamed warmth of his soulmates pain. ( Its not Jimmy- Its not Jimmy- Its not Jimmy- ) It felt similar. Back then, 3rd lives, the first version, watching the fire race up his arms and the yellow take him. The weight sitting upon his chest, the dry mouth and itchy eyes. Then the deep breaths, feel pounding against the wooden floor to the backup armor. A communicator creating lines in his hands. ( It wasn’t real- Jimmy wasn’t the first gone! ) No one would want that. He’d never want to feel that again. And yet- they all did. Every single one. Stumbling through the forest, clutching tightly to an apple, the zombie next to him speaks, “what if we just- formed our own alliance?” Cleo spoke, walking up next to him, “they’re off doing their own things! We’ve been looking everywhere for them and spoke to everybody!”

Cleo doesn’t. Cleo doesn’t want her soulmate. Scott doesn’t want his soulmate. ( They shouldn’t be causing us pain. “How uncaring,” Cleo had uttered. ) Scott smiles, “sounds like fun!”

pearl, martyn, cleo, and scott are gonna be the fucking death of me by the way. like i just already know this. cleo and scott choose to be soulmates and break up with pearl and martyn. martyn and cleo fight each other, despite the fact that hitting each other with axes hurts each other. pearl, left alone, is just like “oh no i have been abandoned :(“. soulmates of choice… soulmates who want to be but their partner doesn’t want to be… a divorce has ALREADY HAPPENED… cleo and scott’s houses with the bridge between them… i am not normally a sucker for soulmate tropes but when i am this shit is literally all the stuff i fall for i am going to go SO INSANE over them

Sweet boys <3

Dream and Nightmare Belongs to @jokublog

I lobe them, cute, patpat, best boulder doggo, the entity <3 So amazing.

…I may have made the Entity a stone golem dog thing

Grian signing Mumbo up for Mayor

I’ll see y’all on the otherside cause I ain’t going to be the same person after this.

Dream where-in they really don't get monsters or people.

Lowkey, they're struggling every conversation. No matter how Dream was brought out into the wider multiverse, he doesn't get other monsters. For being a embodiment of emotions that, sometimes, feels ironic. But, Dream stumbles on his tones. They pull from the oldest and warmest memories to try and comfort someone, which, Dream can tell, somehow always sound like a rotting tree. One that, luckily for this tree, has constant sunshine and water and antibiotics forced into their roots, leaving it full of love.

Dream struggles to make connections, even in situations where their aura is limited. I think it eats him alive. No matter how genuine Dream feels, no matter what they offer, who they are, what he creates- its a facade. They feel like a try-hard. A big ol' disguise sitting in front of everything, and Dream can't remove it. But, hey, to look at the positive side, Dream keeps reminding themselves these monsters are left with smiles.

Truthfully, the one kindness Dream always could do and show were actions. Checking on someone in the morning, a picnic with friends, leaving flowers at graves, standing through red ants biting his arms inside a hug. So, yes, he does plan to check in with that one ruined world tomorrow. Yes, they also have tea planned at the store tomorrow. Ask to be worked into Dream's schedule? They will do their best to wedge you in!

Its utterly exhausting. And I imagine Dream wishes that it was easier to express anything through words. Maybe, they should have taken those lessons from Nightmare back in the day.

(Dream's never been able to be themselves, he's never been able to discover who he is as a person. Leading Dream to be what everyone else needs. Saying what they need to hear, doing what they need help with, listening to them when they are able, being what they need. An people pleaser to everybody but themselves, but thats okay, because everyone else is happy! He just needs to keep helping everyone, needs to keep being better every single day. Just, don't ask them who Dream is, he can't answer).

I like to think that thanks to Jason's death, Dick's hair became straighter and let it grew bacause he couldn't care less. He was trying to be a good brother to Tim tho, and Timmy was trying to also be a good brother but you know, he was doing the best a little kid could know.