"The Spirit Of The Woods"

"The Spirit of the Woods"

What a lovely deer girl!! I originally made her in Gacha Life 2, but I did change a couple things around! I also have never really had much experience coloring colored peoples hands, I think I've only had like one artwork with the Cupid girl, so I had to look up a few pictures, but I think her hand looks okay, I just need a bit more practice!

Anyways, here's the original character!!

Well, at least he's being honest-

I based this little comic off of this piece of goodness off the incorrect quote generator-

Nightmare: Just trust me. Have I ever put you in an unsafe or uncomfortable situation?

Dream: All the time.

Nightmare: Then you should be used to it by now.

When you peer at the ocean, or the sky, what do you see first?

I'm posting another four of these caus they're just too funny--

These are Incorrect Quotes from the Perchance Incorrect Quote Generator, and I'm doing these for my AU!!

Ink: You call it "really bad at darts", I call it "freestyle acupuncture."

Bartender: ...I'm going to have to ask you to leave the bar.

Nightmare: I have a plan.

Ink: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it.

Nightmare: …

Ink: …

Nightmare: I no longer have a plan.

Dream: Could you be anymore annoying?

Nightmare: Yes.

Nightmare, to Dream: ...And I need you and Ink to help, and by "help" I mean "do everything."

Just a lil sketch with a soft brush in Infinite Painter!!

    Nightmare Headshot art + mini story

Here's a little story that I wrote with it! Kind of a reader pov, tell me how I did an if you enjoyed it!!

You were just walking peacefully in the City, when you were grabbed and pulled into an alleyway, with Poachers surrounding you. You could tell, because of the symbols seared into their bare shoulders. As a demon, you were still targeted by them, no beast, demon, or angelic being was safe from these humans. They weren't even allowed in the City! How did they get in?! You slowly back into the biggest one, a giant, burly man with a wicked face.

    "Look here, sweetheart, just come with us, an' we can all leave peacefully together. How's a weekly paycheck and a place to stay sound? "

    You knew what he really meant. Be a slave to him, and he would reward you. You, however, didn't want to go down like this.

    Not like this.

    "Sorry, I'm not becoming a prisoner today!"

    You shout, your hands glow with magic as you summon your blades and take a swing. You were never much of a fighter, but you weren't going to not fight this time. Your time away from practicing your blades hit you at full force as thean expertly grabs your wrist and knocks you into the ground, the blade scattering away from you. Taking the other you desperately attempt to slash, but that wrist was grabbed too, and the grip was so, so crushing. You drop that blade, too.

    You open your mouth to scream, when the man's face above you suddenly turns to shock. You blink as his grip loosens and he's lifted off of you, realizing that a silver diamond blade tip was pierced through his chest, and his side. Whoever had stabbed him was strong enough to sling the leading Poacher into the opposite wall, next to a dumpster. You look up at your savior, and you seem to recognize her. Her hair was cropped short, curling around her face, and outwards in the back. Her bright, angry red eyes glares from the man to his buddies, who snarl and draws their weaponry. The girl who's saved you, however, was faster. In a blink of an eye, one of the men chokes, and his headless body falls to the ground, his head rolling to stop in front of his friend's feet. The man looks around wildly, the girl had seemed to disappear. You hear another slash of those deadly swords, and he lets out a silent scream as he's- literally- cut in half, his body colliding to the ground in two pieces.

    You blink as the girl slides her swords back into their scabbards before they dissolve, then turns to you halfway and winks.

    "You okay there, darling?"

    You nod, then roll over to all fours to stand, stretching out your wings to help balance you as you get to your feet. As you face the girl, you falter. Her face was crossed with a look of sudden shock and sadness. Before, she was confident and quite the badass, but now she was nervous, and looked scared. You opened your mouth when you notice something that you hadn't before due to being on the ground. Her crown. Or, dare say, his crown. One you'd seen so many times when you were in hell. His Majesty. Your thankfulness suddenly turned to anger. Nightmare shies away, lowering his eyes to the ground.

    "I should... Ah... Leave..."

    You hear him mumble as he speed walks past you. No way, he wasn't getting away that easily. You spin around and grab his arm, yanking him back to face you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, that anger was threatening to bubble out-

    Then, you see his face so much more clearly. Once, it had been soft, and glowing, like a child's would. Now, he just looked... Exhausted. Dark bags hung under those wide, bright red orbs, and he looked so much more... Mortal. He didn't glow, like he had. As you slowly settle your anger, you remember that day the heavens and hell had fallen. You remember that... That thing that Nightmare had let into hell.

    Though, the more you looked back on it, the more sense everything was becoming. You remember how... Lonely the God had looked before it had showed up. Sure... He had his brother, and had friends, but you realize that they were almost always busy helping the two Gods with souls entering both Heaven and Hell. You remember how awkward he could be greeting his subjects, because that's all they saw him as. A ruler. None had never used his actual name, and you now recall how his ears would drop when he was addressed so formally, even by his friends.

    You also realize that the thing he had let in was the only one who didn't refer to him that way. It had probably tricked him. He was lonely, and it offered to be his friend.

   He's now looking away from you, his ears tilted down, and he flinches when you speak.

    "... Why did you let it in?"

    You had meant to be harsh, but it came out soft. His response confirmed your theory.

    "... I wanted a friend... To fit in."

    Your anger vanished. He didn't really have any of those, did he? You gently rub your hands against his arms for comfort, like you'd seen his brother do so many times when he was sad.

    " I... Was always so angry..." You whisper. "Now... Now I see."

    He looks at you, his face had softened into curiosity now. You give him a gentle smile, and bring him into a hug. He lets out a small squeak like a toy a dog would chew on. It was kind of cute. You feel him bring his arms around you, his body trembling, and you were now aware of the tears slowly streaming down your face. As you hear a soft, pitiful sob, you whisper to him.

    "... I forgive you, Nightmare."

    His breath hitches, and he suddenly starts bawling. You can't help but weakly chuckle. You hang on to him, waiting for him to calm down. You realize one more thing as you do. You'd expect him to smell like decay, or blood, or some other horrible smell, like, well... Death.

    He didn't.

    He smelled like lavender.