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
Static. Because i need practice drawing him, his head is hard to do. Also because i needed to figure out what his arms looked like. I did hand practice as well using some of the diffrent characters from static’s story to make then less ..plain? i guess.
drew Cross and Nightmare from Delta, finally! i’m drawing up actual refrences for the both of them, but these are their main outfits. i originally drew Killer to.. but my computer crashed as i was finshing up and now im back to square one with that.
have his old refrence for now:
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What's dream and nightmares relationship like in delta99?
Bad, though not quite as bad as the orignal Dream and Nightmares.
They where relatively close as kids, but became more and more distant as they grew up, with Dream figuring out he’s trans and their mothers death being the main two things to cause them to become distant.
Nightmare particularly, struggles when it comes with his relantionship with his brother. He, well, he didn’t feel as close to Dream as Dream did to him when he was younger, while he does genuinely care for him, even going out of his way to make sure Dream doesn’t get hurt during his job as a police officier, there are still things that he will always blame Dream for, though he wont admit it to his brother.
Dream is definetly the one that is smarter when it comes to emtional situations out of the two of them, most of the time anyway. Despite being an officier, Dream does also end up in contact with Nightmare a few times while he is an active criminal, which always has an ..intresting ending.
They do eventually reconnect, and in some ways, they get closer then when they were younger.
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.
Here’s Rem! He’s a Ccino x Nightmare shipkid i’ve been working on for a little bit, and he’s one of Vanta’s close friends. Theres more info about him below if anyone’s intrested! Rem is also from the secondary ship kid verse me and @help-im-a-gay-fish have.
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I’m a cis-gender man which basically means that, when I was born, the doctor went “It’s a boy!” and when I was old enough to understand I agreed with him.
The thing is, I don’t know why I feel like a man. I was teased and bullied for it a lot when I was little. I’ve never had stereotypically American male interests. I never cared about sports or cars or guns. I was more interested in music and cooking and the arts. I’ve always been emotionally in tune and sensitive, even when I did my best to suppress my emotions to survive a childhood of abuse from other children.
It’s not physical either. I don’t feel like a man because I have a penis or a beard. If you put my brain in a robot body or any other body, my essence would still feel male (I assume). I literally can’t imagine what being any other gender would feel like, since I feel so acutely male.
I think that’s why the concept of being transgender always made sense to me. I’m a man. I don’t have any bloody clue why I feel like a man, but I don’t feel that it’s tied to my body or my interests or the way that I’ve been treated. I feel like a man because of something beyond that. Something ephemeral. So, why couldn’t others feel the same? Why couldn’t a person who’s been misidentified as a girl feel like a boy for the exact same nebulous reasons that I do?
And, since gender really doesn’t make any sense to me anyway, why couldn’t there also be people who feel as if they don’t have one? Or who flow across genders like a ship on a map?
Are there people out there whose sense of their own gender is inseparable from their physical form? If you put those people into robot bodies or, simply, other physically different bodies, would their gender identity also swap? If so, why? Are they actually more lost in their gender identity than I am and they need to hone in on the physical in order to anchor themselves?
Why do people feel like they are the gender that they are?