Running Low On The Thing, Save Me Creativity Duck

Running low on the thing, save me creativity duck🙏🙏

They're in love guys trust me

Giyuu is my baby, I just want him to be happy. Luckily, I think Kyojuro can help with that.

Cutie patooties I swear

Anyway if you see this you have to reblog and tag with a delight from ur day -- even the littlest thing counts

Hello dear artist, may I have the hooded guy please? He is very pretty and I have a feeling he'd be nice

Silly things from meme

I love this

If Killer ever decided to make Horror and Dust meet Nightmare or maybe even Nightlight, what would the first interaction dialogues with them be like? Would Nightmare be able to perhaps recognize the pair of summer and winter fairies from small quips by Error or even Dream? Or are they completely unfamiliar?

“This is Dusty, or Dust, but that’s boring so I like calling him wittle dusty bunny boo,” said Killer, giggling even as the petite fairy cast him an unimpressed glance. “And this Horror, or Hot Stuff, as I like to call him,” Killer continued, and grinned as he held around the winter fairy’s abdomen as best as he could and nuzzled his face against Horror’s bosom, purring up a storm even as Dust began to glare at him. Horror flushed prettily and only lightly petted Killer’s head in response, but still he was unable to keep his eye off Nightmare’s form.

The Autumn Queen sat upon his throne, regal and beautiful as a long, draping dress spun with morning dew and glitter of frost clung gently to his form. With one elegant leg crossing over the other he observed the trio closely, from Killer’s foolish faerling speech, to Dust’s quiet staring, and over to Horror’s towering but soft frame; the latter appeared shy in his presence and looked away as their eye lights met. They both only had one to look upon each other, and Nightmare let the ghost of a smile grace his lips.

“Leave them be, Killer, I want my guests to be comfortable while they visit my realm,” said Nightmare, and still he watched as his loyal guard stepped aside, though not without a small pout to his face. Adorable, as always. “A summer fairy of Dream’s own desires, and a winter fairy of Error’s own strength, yet grown apart from their respective homes,” said he, and his eye wandered over them. Dust finally looked away, a light flush of colour dusting his pretty cheeks. “Many would view it as a tragedy to be scorn by their own familiar fairies, yet you two seem content in your own company,” he said.

“… It’s…” began Horror but shrunk a little as Nightmare’s full attention turned to him.

“Go on,” said Nightmare, tone gentle.

“It’s better that way,” said Horror, slowly finding his voice despite both his awed and intimidated state. It was so difficult to not admire the autumn queen, and he couldn’t help but cast shy glances even if that bright eye light looked directly at him. “We like it alone. We…” he cast a glance at the petite fairy by his side, who subtly moved closer, and he felt stronger as Dust’s small hand came to hold his own; supportive. “We are happy together. We don’t need anyone else,” he said.

“And what of my loyal guard?” asked Nightmare. “What is he to you?”

“A new friend,” answered Horror, and looked at Killer with a wide, but kind smile. “A silly, but good friend,” he said. Killer audibly cooed but was commanded to stop his advances before he could attack Horror with affection.

“A nuisance, like a hoverfly that’s too curious,” said Dust, and Killer feigned dramatics even as all eye lights turned to him. He hid within his scarf as he blushed. “But I like him,” he murmured.

“I knew it!” Exclaimed Killer and thrust himself up into the air, fluttering wildly in circles before landing by Nightmare’s throne. “I told you he liked me,” he said, and purred much like an obedient pet as Nightmare lazily stroked his cheek with the back of his fingers.

“Good,” hummed Nightmare, and smiled; pleased. “Very good.”