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The long night.

Dream opened his eyes again. He hadn't really been sleeping, he'd just been resting for while. The room was dark, not pitch black but dark enough. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Cross' his chest rising and falling as he breathed. At least he was still breathing he thought for a second.

His eyes moved to the ring in his hand. He twisted it in his fingers. Over the past few hours, he'd been sliping it on and off, indecisive on about whether or not he wanted to commit to wearing it.

He slipped it on again. A perfect fit, it had always been meant for him anyway. He watched as the stone glistened brightly against the dark gloves.

Things had definitely taken a turn today, there's no doubt in his mind that he wanted to put this whole situation behind him. Unfortunately, he knew it was only going to get worse in the coming days.

His soul gave a lurch. He felt exhausted and drained. It was strange for him, he didn't usually feel sleepy. He was weakning.

Cross shifted in his sleep. With a sigh, Shattered pushed himself up into his elbow. Cross didn't respond to this movement.

He trased his thumb across one of the marks and cross' ribs. It was better than it had been an hour ago. Soon there wouldn't even be scars left. Atleast he could always rely on this code to heal him. Hopefully he'd wake up soon.

Shattered lay down again, wrapping his arms carefully around Cross' body to pull him closer. It felt so long since they've been able to be this close so easily. Even if it hadn't been very long ago at all.

Dream nuzzled into Cross' shoulder and neck bones for a moment. Cross had always used to get so embarrassed when he did that. A smile crept onto his face for a moment. But it was soon wiped away.

For all he knew, Cross hated him now. He wouldn't be surprised if he did. If that was true, he'd probably hate him more of he knew how close he was to him.

He sat up again carefully, this time fully and leant his back against the wall. He kept his hand on Cross' arm, almost feeling that him he let go of him, he'd disappear.

He wasn't sure what the morning would bring, but he knew it was going to be a long night.

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Ah, this took so long so so so so long. This is an idea I had and I needed to bring it to life. This takes place between 'nothing will ever be the same' and 'the price of happiness'

This is NOTcannon to the dark cream story unless Zu says other wise.

Credits!

Art is by me, story was written by me.

Dark cream comic and story by @zu-is-here

Original shattered dream belongs to @galacii

Original cross and dream belong to jakei95 and jokublog

here is your sign, if you needed one.

WHY HAVE I JUST NOW FIGURED OUT THAT THERE IS A PLAUGE DOCTOR CORE ON HERE

To be accepted I propose warrior plague doctors, mini capes, lethal sacking stick, tight pants, and intimidation. It a full win here 

closeups of that last drawing.....snails with legs and their rhino beetle

Relax, doctor. Relax your shoulders, look away from the screen, blink a bit, and take a deep breath and stretch. When you come back to your position of rest, sit up a little straighter.

Take care of yourself, doctor.

This is Essence, he’s a ship kid i have, and recently i decided he’d paly the violin, so i drew it! I might change some parts of his desgin in the future as its still in the works, but for now, im happy with it.

some more cakes

Character consept: Jackie Ripper

One of the many victims of Jack the Ripper.

She's a tormented soul. Forever in physical and emotional pain. She is part of a universe in which, it seems, that people who died of a particularly horrible or traumatic death get reincarnated or reborn into a new form, which takes on features that resemble or mirror in some way the how they died.

Jackie's form pays homage to red riding hood and the wolf, since she leant never to trust strangers.

She doesn't know her real name and has almost no memories of her life other then the events leading to her death.

For those of you who don't know of Jack the Rippers victims (gore warning) this is how she died...

She was a prostitute in the Victorian era who ended up having her womb and ovaries ripped out.

She has a snappy personality. The best word to describe her would be bitch. But if you befriend her she will be fiercely loyal.

She aims to teach people about the danger of strangers and how to properly judge character.

So here she is. Mind you this is just the first consept. There will be more when I get round to it. Hope you like her.

I created Jackie to be a secondary character in a story that @thebluescreenofdespair is creating so if you want the full story check it out there.

Does Cthulu count as “something old”?

Asking for a friend.

One of the baristas at a nearby Starbucks makes me lose my mind every time I’m working there by saying things that are not outside the spectrum of normal human words but are just slightly off-the-wall.

Barista: Welcome to Starbucks, home of delicious, what deliciousness can I put in motion for you today?

Customer: … Can I get a trenta pink drink please?

Barista: Go big or go home, we here at Starbucks appreciate your commitment, what else can I get started for you?

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Customer: Nitro cold brew with shots of espresso please.

Barista: Brave of you to commit to staying awake for three days, anything else today?

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Barista: *slams open drive-thru window* HI HOW ARE YOU?

Customer: …I’m pretty good.

Barista: Are you ready to be even better? Because you’re about to be. *hands them their coffee* 

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Barista, realizing that a drink was made wrong: *slams open window* SO how do you feel about surprises?

Customer: ….they’re okay.

Barista: Great because I’m about to give you one.

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Barista: You have two drinks so I am going to hand you two straws which means, FANTASTIC news, these straws double as drumsticks. / You have one drink so I am going to hand you one straw and, promise not to tell anyone, this straw doubles as a magic wand.

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Barista: Here are those cake pops, I plucked them fresh from the tree myself.

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Barista: *slams open window, holding drink* Amazing, fantastic, delicious, you are a very lucky man/woman!

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Barista, realizing drink is being delayed or remade: Looks like it’s gonna be just one minute so they have time to put the extra love in.

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Barista: I’ll be with you in one hot second. *beat* WOW that second sure was hot!

Anyway she has a few dozen catchphrases she rotates appropriately and it’s both distracting and fantastic to listen.