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will you turn on the boop button (even if just for 5 minutes) so I can boop you :33

Of course! The only reason it's not on already is that I was really busy the whole day. Now it's time to rest and boop though ✨

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patpat! <3

Thank you <3

Your ask is so simple yet so sweet, can't help smiling!

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X-tra Dark Cream & Dark Cream Week

Notes

This time there's only one work I wrote for Dark Cream Week. But what a work that is! (Well, if I haven't messed it up like I think I did.) Be warned that it contains heavy spoilers for Turns, twists, and paradoxes!

Or does it? Only time will tell!

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Eclipse

Dream doesn’t get enough sleep. These days he actually needs it to function properly, so weak he has become, as if withering away. As if dying. So far from the guardian he'd used to be, yet less naive, more experienced. Was his suffering worth it? Dream doesn’t know the answer. What he does know is that he also needs to eat, keenly aware of how brittle his bones have become underneath the liquid negativity that ruins him just as much as both negativity and positivity around. He's endlessly balancing on the thin line in between, that fleeting moment when love turns into grief, trust into betrayal, hope into despair. Then and only then his pain fades, though does not disappear completely, and there's no getting used to it. 

Dream's drowsing when his chest starts hurting so suddenly and so unnaturally he screams, the sound echoing through the Anti-Void, his sight blurry. Dream screams and screams, too afraid to check the only thing that could be wrong with him. It hurts so much, but he can't do it alone, can't make himself see his sentence. He sits up, pulls his legs to his chest, and waits for Cross to return with food that now might go to waste. 

Dream's not sure how long it takes Cross to get back. Dream doesn’t even see or hear him coming, consumed by piercing pain in his chest and overwhelming terror; not trembling, not moving, not crying. Not screaming anymore, either. He just doesn't want to die, he wants the pain to stop, but doesn't know how to express it. Do his pleas even matter? They never did. 

Cross must recognise something is wrong immediately, and when he gently touches Dream's shoulder, Dream finally manages to snap out of it. “I was waiting for you,” Dream whispers, his voice hoarse after who knows how much time of screaming. “I wanted to be with you when I…” 

Cross’ distress flares, and he asks, urgently, “What happened?” 

Dream whispers even quieter, “I think the curse has taken all of my soul. It hurts so much.” Cross looks taken aback, his worry turning into fear. The emotions soothe the pain a little, and Dream sighs and resolves to continue, “I just want you here. So you could call our family. So you all could be there when I…”

“Don't!” Cross shouts, obviously louder than intended, and his voice echoes through the Anti-Void. He keeps on in a more steady tone, “Let's see your soul first, okay? We've done it so many times already. Let it be just a normal check-up.”

“Okay,” Dream whispers. Cross’ determination has always made him stronger in a way no amount of positivity ever could. They're so lucky to have each other. 

Dream summons his soul, gasping and shutting his socket from pain and fear of the unknown. He doesn't want to die, and seeing his whole soul corrupted feels like it would solidify his death sentence. He's not ready. He wants a happy ending for Cross and Nightmare, Killer and Ccino. And there'd be no happiness for his beloved family if he died. He doesn't want to leave them. It hurts so much to think about, the same way his chest hurts from corruption. 

Dream finally opens his good socket. 

It's the most peculiar, the most mesmerising sight he's ever seen.

His soul is indeed fully black, seemingly rotten to the core. But despite the corruption, there is a gentle, warm golden light around the black apple, the same way it always used to be, only a little brighter because of the contrast of the glow and the apple itself. 

“What?..” Dream mouths without a sound, too afraid to make it worse. “It's like an eclipse,” Cross murmurs, awe and fear mixed in his voice. Then he adds, “We definitely need Nightmare.” 

“We need Nightmare,” Dream repeats, only registering his brother's name and a specific sound of a portal opening. He lets Cross help him stand up and lead him through the portal, his soul disappearing into his ribcage because he loses any semblance of control. 

Dream manages to focus on the world around him only when the door slams loudly, someone — his big brother, it's his big brother's voice, changed so much yet familiar, comforting, — Nightmare hurries to him, asking Cross, “What is it? Why are you two in different kinds of pain?” 

Oh. Dream has forgotten about the pain in his chest as soon as he saw Cross coming back to him. It hurts still, but now that there's hope… 

Cross suggests they sit in the living room, and so they do, Cross gently helping Dream onto his favourite armchair. Then, he asks Dream to show his soul once again. The pain lessens somewhat. 

It's less of a shock for the second time, but just as mesmerising. Cross was right when he said it looked like an eclipse. Dream's soul used to shine like a sun, then it got cursed and slowly glowed more and more faintly, but now that it has gotten fully corrupted (at least from the outside), it still glows. Can it be that there's still a part of the apple that was able to fight off the curse, to stay as pure as it used to be?.. 

The twins were never supposed to have souls anyway. Who knows how they work. Who knows if Dream has a chance.

“That's why you two are hurting so much,” Nightmare speaks quietly, barely a whisper. “That's why you're so afraid. Oh Dream…” 

“I don't want to die,” Dream replies. 

“I don't want to lose you,” Nightmare says. 

“We don't want to lose you,” Cross adds.

“But the glow!” Dream exclaims in a sudden burst of energy. “It's like an eclipse! It means we still have time, right? It's not forever, right?..” 

Nightmare looks him in the socket and sighs, “I don't know. No eclipse is eternal, that is true. But how this one will end, I do not know. I only know you are our sunshine, and we won't let go that easily. We'll find a way.”

Dream nods slowly. “Can I… Can I sleep here for a bit? It hurts less when I'm with you, I think.” He asks hesitantly. Nightmare and Cross both take his hands and lead him to Nightmare's bedroom.

“I'll continue researching the nature of souls, and Cross will be with you. When Killer comes back, I will send him to find the Underhelpers. They'd never give a proper answer, but a hint might be just enough. And we already know that who seeks will always find. You will be saved, little brother.”

Dream falls asleep, and when he wakes up, everything will change once again. 

After all, the eclipses are not forever. 

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Credits

Undertale © Toby Fox

Dreamtale © jokublog

Cross © xtaleunderverse

Shattered © galacii-gallery

Dark Cream and Dark Cream Week © zu-is-here

X-tra Dark Cream © me (anfie / anfie-in-the-box)

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Notes

I'm very tired, and a little anxious to post this. So just... Thanks for reading, and take care 🌻

#anfie writes #x-tra dark cream #dark cream week #dream!sans #shattered!dream #cross!sans #nightmare!sans #passive!nightmare #utmv

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A little thank you letter. 💌

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things you can say instead of "I'm bad at writing" or "my writing sucks"

What's wrong with saying those things? First of all, you're insulting yourself and you don't deserve that ❤️ Second of all, those statements aren't going to get you any kind of reassurance in response. The only thing anyone can really say is "no, you're/it's not" - and that will almost certainly just sound patronizing to you when you're in a funk.

Focus in on your actual feelings and thoughts instead of dumping it all under the umbrella of "bad." Even if you're only talking to yourself, you'll get a better understanding of what's actually happening and a more realistic impression of yourself and your work.

I'm not satisfied with how this story turned out.

I feel like the ending is kind of weak on this one.

I'm feeling really uncertain about my characterization in this story

Is this plot too simple? I'm worried no one will bother reading it.

Is this plot too complex? I'm worried it's meandering and that my readers will get lost or bored.

Reading my own story doesn't give me the same sense of awe that I feel when I read [another author]'s story.

I don't think I achieved what I was aiming for with this story.

I'm worried no one will like this story, so I want to tear it down preemptively before anyone else can do so.

I'm worried I'm going to disappoint the people who liked [another story I wrote]

This story is really difficult to write. It's so much harder than I thought it would be / than my last story was!

I don't seem to write stories in the same way or with the same speed or length as other writers.

I feel like no one pays attention to my writing.

Feel free to add more examples in the notes. And please remember that you don't suck at writing and your writing isn't bad. You're just being your own harshest critic. ❤️

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You didn't expect another gift today, did you? Well, have it nonetheless, surprise-surprise!

An official X-tra Dark Cream playlist! It's mostly done, although there is always a possibility I'd add another song or two later whenever I find something fitting. Also feel free to suggest your songs as the story progresses! I know right now there's not much to base off of, but there'll be more eventually and I'll be happy to hear you out!

What's more is that you get my ramblings about why I chose every song, songs order and all these details! See further!

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Mess of Me by Citizen Soldier is a pre-Dark Cream song about Dream's state before eating the black apple.

I breathe in, I breathe out, so sick of holding it down, when no one sees this mess of me. It's okay, I'm alright, even though I'm dying inside. I'm never free of this mess of me, this mess of me, no, I'm never free.

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Villain by K/Da (Male cover) is Dark Cream (before Never be the same again) song. Dream is easily turning into a villain of his own story; perhaps too easily. Cross tries to save the one he loves, but the curse is stronger... Or is it?

I'm alive, but I'm dead. Hear my voice up in your head, watch it fill you full of dread, 'til you go pow! Is it really a surprise if I'm playing with your mind? And I treat you like prize, then I throw you to the side? And am I really that bad if l love to make you mad? And get happy when you're sad.

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My Demons by Starset is Dark Cream (after Never be the same again) song. You might think it's obviously about Dream and Cross, but that's not all. It's about the twins as well. Dream's finally himself once again, not allowing the curse to spread. But it can't last forever.

I cannot stop this sickness taking over, it takes control and drags me into nowhere. I need your help, I can't fight this forever. I know you're watching, I can feel you out there.

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Divide by Bastille is the song of the first chapter of Turns, twists, and paradoxes. It's a love song, but does this love have to be romantic? I don't think so. It's a song about the reunion and the parting of two brothers. About Dream's reluctance to let Nightmare go, about his wish to hold him forever, now that they're finally, miraculously together.

In these darker days I push the limits to the love you offer. There's a riot in my head demanding we do this forever. Why would we divide when we could come together? Just bodies that collide, lost and found each other. So don't, don't leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone. Why would we divide when we could come together?

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Demons by Alex Goot is about Dream and his relationship with Cross. Dream's unsure how to proceed and if he's even still himself — was it truly him who hurt Cross so much during the events of Dark Cream? Cruelty is against his nature, yet now he has to be cruel. He's yet to find his new self.

When I speak I cross my fingers. Will you know you've been deceived? I find a need to be the demon — a demon cannot be hurt.

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A Sky Full Of Stars by Coldplay is about Cross and his relationship with Dream. He is Cross' light despite the curse, despite everything. Cross sees the light in Dream even when Dream himself cannot see it.

Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars, I'm gonna give you my heart. 'Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars, 'cause you light up the path. I don't care, go on and tear me apart. I don't care if you do, ooh-ooh, ooh. 'Cause in a sky, 'cause in a sky full of stars I think I saw you.

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Different Songs by Set It Off is about Dream and Nightmare and is a direct opposite of the Divide before. They're twins who just reunited, but there're also hundreds of years of separation and animosity to death. A lot changed. They're not who they used to be, and although it's obvious, it's also a shock.

Face to face, so far apart — we're worlds away from what we were before, before, before... We started singing different songs, forgetting how to sing along together.

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Echoes of You by Marianas Trench is once again about Dream and Nightmare and is a nod to Different Songs. Did you already notice how I turn love songs into familial ones? Get used to it, because I'd lie if I said there isn't more. Dream's haunted by memories of his brother and the way Nightmare is now.

You know I tried to make it vanish, I just want to make it vanish, but the notes of an old mistake still ring louder every day — from a, from a little to a manic, a cacophony, a frantic, a relentless refrain is the only thing that remains.

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The Killing Kind by Marianas Trench is finally about Cross and Dream. There's a nod to Dark Cream comic, where Cross says, "I was tired and racked with guilt... and I took it out on you. But I didn't notice... you were on edge." It's a song of pressure and not knowing what's next, what's best, who they are themselves and to each other. Should they even stay together, or is this the end? It's a song-way, a song-process.

What if I was wrong by never moving on and didn't realise who's gone. The ghost in me was true but you were haunted too, just didn't see it all along.

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Down With The Fallen by Starset is Dream's first step in acceptance of his new self and Cross' loyalty and support after all the uncertainty of The Killing Kind.

Turn away from all that I know, burning this bridge behind me. Light the way, and I'll follow where you go. Can you tell me what is real? 'cause I lost my way again. Can you tell me how to feel? 'cause I don't feel anything, now that I'm down here again. I'm down with the fallen again... I will not run, I will not fall, I will not bury it... This is war!

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Survive by Lacuna Coil is a further exploration of Dream's relationship with himself, the curse he took, and the world around him.

The voice inside of me that keeps on teasing, as sweet as like a whisper from the lips of pain. And so many steps that I can't make, I can't take the chance, release the brake, and the breath just keeps on getting away. Am I dreaming it all? I will never be afraid. I'll survive in this nothing, leading nowhere. I survive, feeling strong for how much longer? I'll survive in this nothing, leading nowhere. I survive, survive.

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Killer In The Mirror by Set It Off is about Dream's inner darkness and the way the curse stirs and strengthens it.

Tell me that I'm cut-throat; I think you got your eyes closed. Feel the fear and swallow back the tears, let weakness disappear. There's nobody but me here — the killer in the mirror.

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Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift (Alex Goot cover) is the song that started it all and gave me the idea of X-tra Dark Cream. Dream and Cross fully take their new roles of the Multiverse villains, angry at the unfair world. It's the whole world whose name is red underlined.

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time, honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time, I've got a list of names and yours is red underlined — I check it once, then I check it twice... Oh, look what you made me do!

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Us Against The World by Westlife is about Dream and Nightmare and is, once again, an opposite of both Divide and Different Songs. The twins finally, inevitably find their way.

There'll be days we'll be on different sides, but that doesn't last too long. We find ways to get it on track, we know how to turn back on.

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The Death of Me by Marianas Trench is the Nightmare towards Killer's song. There's a complicated relationship between the two of them, not quite subordination anymore and not quite love yet, but something. And Nightmare doesn't know what to do with it.

What was simple, now there's questions, the kind that I don't look my best in, and the ghost of me will keep us far apart. And you know you don't deserve this, and I don't know how to word this, but — before you go, before you go I just wanted you to know that I would, that I would, I would love you if I could, but my unsteady heart's not ready, and you would only get what's left of me. Only this, only this is gonna be the death of me.

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I Bet My Life is the Nightmare towards Ccino's song. There's also a very complicated and abusive past between them, and Nightmare's unsure how to proceed now that he's not under the influence of negativity. But when Nightmare chose to seek sanctuary in Ccino after Dream took the curse from him, it meant something.

I've been around the world and never in my wildest dreams would I come running home to you. I've told a million lies but now I tell a single truth — there's you in everything I do. Now remember when I told you that's the last you'll see of me, remember when I broke you down to tears? I know I took the path that you would never want for me, I gave you hell through all the years. So I, I bet my life, I bet my life, I bet my life for you.

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Landslide by Oh Wonder is the Ccino towards Killer's song. Calm and quiet but powerful songs fit Ccino very well, and this one's perfect for his relationship with Killer. Killer's lost now he's not a servant of his king, and Ccino is there for him.

I know it hurts sometimes, but you'll get over it, you'll find another life to live, I know you'll get over it. I know you're sad and tired, you've got nothing left to give, but you'll find another life to live, I know you'll get over it.

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Warrior by Beth Crowley is the Ccino towards Nightmare's song. Ccino loved Nightmare at his worst, and definitely still loves him now that the curse is gone.

I kept on pushing through, standing resolute which you in equal measure loved and hated. You take me by the hand, I'm seeing who I am. Teach me how to fight, I'll show you how to win. You're my mortal flaw, and I'm your fatal sin. Let me feel the sting, the pain, the burn under my skin. Put me to the test, I'll prove that I'm strong. Won't let myself believe that what we feel is wrong. I finally see what you knew was inside me all along — that behind this soft exterior lies a warrior.

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Polaroid by Imagine Dragons is the Killer towards Nightmare's song. Killer already offered his love, but it were other feelings that got accepted. He's not trying again.

I'm a hold my cards close, I'm a wreck what I love most, I'm a first class let down, I'm a shut up sit down. I am a head case, I am the color of boom that's never arriving, at you are the pay raise, always a touch out of view, and I am the color of boom. All my life I've been living in the fast lane, can't slow down, I'm a rollin' freight train. One more time gotta start all over, can't slow down, I'm a lone red rover. Oh, how did it come to this? Oh, love is a polaroid — better in picture, but never can fill the void.

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Stitch Me Up by Set It Off is the Killer towards Ccino's song. Killer's still not ready to offer his feelings, but...

No, it's no wonder I feel broken. Are you the one to fix me up, patching up the work they done? Try and sew me. So thread the needle, tie it off, teach me how to trust someone. Really hoping that you stay, that you never walk away. Every word I shouldn't say, I shouldn't say, I shouldn't say it. Do you feel the stress in me, steady bursting at the seams? You're the only one I need to make me complete, yeah! Stitch me up, stitch me up, don't tear me apart. I've been stuck in the rut, patched up in the dark. Stitch me up, stitch me up, there's pins in my heart, oh! Pardon all my precious scars.

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Stand By You by Rachel Platten (cover by Megan Nicole, Alex Goot) is Cross and Dream's song. It's Cross' devotion and Dream's trust.

I'll be your eyes 'til yours can shine, and I'll be your arms, I'll be your steady satellite. And when you can't rise, well, I'll crawl with you on hands and knees 'cause I, I'm gonna stand by you, even if we're breaking down, we can find a way to break through. Even if we can't find heaven, I'll walk through hell with you. Love, you're not alone, 'cause I'm gonna stand by you.

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С тобой ничего не случится by Немного Нервно, the only Russian song in the playlist yet very important one since it wraps up the whole thing. It translates as Nothing will happen to you. It's a song about all five of the main protagonists and the way they stick together through everything.

And the cities on the horizon go round in fiery dancing, and not saying goodbye for the last time — come back to me. I love you, so nothing is going to happen to you. I love you, so nothing is going to happen to you. Here is my wing — it will be your protection. I love you, so nothing is going to happen to you.

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And that is it! Hope you enjoyed my birthday gifts for everyone. Thank you for reading, and stay tuned for more!

Take care 🌻

#self reblog #Added a new song!

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Do you write ships like Dreammare?

Took a bit to figure out my feelings and how to express them.

What do you mean by "ships like Dreammare"? Incest? Let's say incest. If not, feel free to send another, more specific ask.

First of all, I do not support incest in real life. Even consensual between two adults. It just feels... wrong. Doesn't mean I hate such people, though.

As for incest in fiction, it's not my cup of tea. Again, I'm not appalled, not really, but... We're only humans. We're different. I believe it's okay to have preferences, as long as they don't hurt others.

So do I write incest? No. Would I write Corrupted!Nightmare/Dream, who are not siblings? No, I headcanon Corrupted!Nightmare as incapable of love, any love, not just romantic. Would I write Dreammare in an AU where they aren't brothers? Maybe, depends on the AU.

Hope that answers your question, but if not, please don't hesitate to ask more!

And no negativity. If your or someone else's opinion is different from mine, that's okay. I won't judge, and I expect the same from others.

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X-tra Dark Cream third anniversary

Notes

I never mentioned it, never even payed it any attention, but the universe decided to remind me that one of my beloved works turns three on the twenty third of December. I don't celebrate any holidays at all, but sometimes I like to use them as a deadline that's not really strict and write something for my followers, and this time especially for @orange-dreamzer. Hope you enjoy!

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It's fun to decorate the coffee shop for some local festivities, especially with a good company. There's five of them — Nightmare, Killer, Dream, Cross, and Ccino himself. They work faster together, even with the cats getting in the way and all of Ccino's helpers having no clue where to put what. He ends up directing them more than actually decorating, but he doesn't mind; it's new, but not a bad kind of new. He used to be the one helping… But the past is in the past. He has a family now — something he'd never dreamed of, not since his hopeless, dangerous love for still corrupted Nightmare bloomed. That's also in the past. Ccino's better now. All of them are. 

“Cross, I need you to put these lanterns above the door outside and a few inside as well. Do you mind me using blue magic on you?” Ccino says, getting the lanterns from yet another box. When Cross takes the lanterns and nods in confirmation, Ccino closes his sockets for a second, deeply breathes in and out, and then pulls. It's been a while since he had to use blue magic. Cross’ soul feels weird, part-human and part… something else, something more than soul traits, something that allows Cross to alter reality. Ccino doesn't understand that power, not even grasping the basics, but he thinks that's okay. 

While lifting Cross higher, Ccino calls, “Dream, please place the origami I prepared on the tables. Be careful not to wrinkle them, alright?”

Dream asks anxiously from behind, “Are you sure I should be doing this? I'm not used to handling delicate things…” 

Ccino can't help but soften. The curse has done a lot of harm to both twins, and it's crucial to remember that they don't realise just how loveable and reliable they are. If only they learned to love and trust themselves… But Ccino will support his family all the way. So he smiles, even though Dream can't see it — he can feel it, though, — and says with all the warmth and attentiveness in the world, “I have every confidence in you, Dream. Just try and put a few in their places, and then, if it doesn't work, I'll ask Nightmare. Okay?”

Dream hums an insecure “Okay,” and there's that. Ccino smiles and redirects Cross closer to the middle of the room. 

“There are hooks everywhere,” Cross notices. “Are they for the lanterns?” 

Am I doing this right? He doesn't ask, but Ccino understands nonetheless. He replies, “Well, yes. And for Christmas lights and tinsel, for example. All sorts of decorations.”

“How'd you do all this before?” Nightmare asks curiously. “Without someone to use magic on to put everything on the ceiling? I know you love this place, both Dream and I can feel it. But how?”

“I have a ladder,” Ccino admits. “But it's much easier and safer to use magic now that you're all here. Cats don't get in the way at all. Do they, Cross?” 

“They certainly can try,” Cross laughs. “Your blue magic is so gentle, you know? I was trained to be precise and effective, as a Royal Guard. To feel how different it can be… It's eye-opening.”

“Thanks for trusting me,” Ccino says. Dream adds from behind, “Thank you for your care.”

“Hey! Can someone come see this?” Killer calls suddenly from behind the counter; some time ago, he asked several questions about the festivities and hid with his favourite knife. 

“What have you got?” Nightmare responds, and then Ccino replies at the exact same moment, “A few more lanterns!” They don't apologise for interrupting each other, laughing instead. Barely a few seconds later Ccino hears Nightmare gasp in awe. 

“Didn't you see what I was doing? It's just a look over my shoulder, and you'd see it!”

Yeah, Nightmare and Killer are both behind the counter, but while Nightmare uses his impeccable penmanship to write well wishes on sticky notes and put them on the cups, Killer has promised a surprise.

“Well,” Nightmare replies in a patient tone, “You asked for privacy, so I gave that to you. Besides, I have my own task to do.”

Killer makes a noise in half-embarrassment half-gratitude. “It's ready. Now you can see.” 

Cross calls, “Hey Ccino, all done.” He puts him on the floor instantly, though carefully as usual, and together with Dream they all go to see what Killer has for them. 

It's wooden figures of different animals, so small they'd fit in the palm, yet finely detailed, so beautiful it takes Ccino's breath away. “How long have you been working on these?..” he whispers, afraid to ruin the moment — or the miniature figures. Killer shrugs and waves his hand, “Since you explained to us how this whole festivities thing works.”

Ccino's eye-sockets begin watering. He feels… happy. So very happy, and so very loved. He hugs Killer, murmuring, “Thank you.” 

“I didn't know you could carve,” Nightmare admits.

Petting Ccino's head, Killer explains, “Didn't really come up. It's a hobby for the times my LV acts up. Turned out to be useful now.” 

“I'm so proud and so grateful. This is amazing. You are amazing, Killer!”

“I agree with Ccino. Very clever,” Nightmare adds, just a little bit stiffly, and for once Ccino doesn't hear any guilt in his voice. Only serenity and love.

“So we did it, right?” Dream asks. “How about a small celebration?”

“Excellent suggestion!” Ccino exclaims, reluctantly letting Killer go. “You go sit, I'll handle the rest!” 

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“Tea? Coffee? Or a dance?” Ccino offers half-jokingly. 

“Can I have more than one option?” Killer perks. Ccino nods seriously, “I don't see why not.” His hands tremble slightly, and he feels the heat of extra magic under his cheek bones. What's this impossible skeleton up to this time? 

“Well then, I'd like to order a dance and a cup of my favourite herbal tea right after.”

Oh. Ccino's never danced in his life; maybe as a kid, but he barely remembers his childhood, so there's that. There's also not that much space between tables and chairs. Yet he can't refuse, and takes Killer's hand, lowering another on Killer's shoulder as if they are waltzing. He quickly realises they're doing exactly that, just in one place, not moving around. 

“Shall we also give it a try?” Cross suggests. 

Dream hesitates, “But Nightmare would be left alone…” 

“That's not true,” Nightmare interrupts. “I'm still here with you, all of you, peaceful and content for once.” 

Ccino can't help but agree. And then Cross and Dream join Killer and him, waltzing between a different set of tables. 

Tomorrow's festivities have nothing on this lovely, so very lovely night. 

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Credits

Ccino © black-nyanko

Nightmare and Dream © jokublog

Shattered Dream © galacii-gallery

Cross © jakei95

Killer © rahafwabas

Dark Cream © @zu-is-here

X-tra Dark Cream © me (anfie / anfie-in-the-box)

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Notes

Is this canon in the actual Turns, twists, and paradoxes? Is the curse finally lifted? Is Fluffynightkiller a thing already? So many questions, so little answers!.. I would love to hear your thoughts.

Also, this piece started from Ccino's phrase "Tea? Coffee? Or a dance?" and then grew both backwards and forwards. In Russian it's "Чай? Кофе? Потанцуем?", which my relatives and I use rather often.

#anfie reblogs #I've already said that but it's absolutely amazing #I'm so happy every time I see it! #Thank you for this wonder 💞💞💞

[anfie-in-the-box]

X-tra Dark Cream third anniversary

Notes

I never mentioned it, never even payed it any attention, but the universe decided to remind me that one of my beloved works turns three on the twenty third of December. I don't celebrate any holidays at all, but sometimes I like to use them as a deadline that's not really strict and write something for my followers, and this time especially for @orange-dreamzer. Hope you enjoy!

。。。

It's fun to decorate the coffee shop for some local festivities, especially with a good company. There's five of them — Nightmare, Killer, Dream, Cross, and Ccino himself. They work faster together, even with the cats getting in the way and all of Ccino's helpers having no clue where to put what. He ends up directing them more than actually decorating, but he doesn't mind; it's new, but not a bad kind of new. He used to be the one helping… But the past is in the past. He has a family now — something he'd never dreamed of, not since his hopeless, dangerous love for still corrupted Nightmare bloomed. That's also in the past. Ccino's better now. All of them are. 

“Cross, I need you to put these lanterns above the door outside and a few inside as well. Do you mind me using blue magic on you?” Ccino says, getting the lanterns from yet another box. When Cross takes the lanterns and nods in confirmation, Ccino closes his sockets for a second, deeply breathes in and out, and then pulls. It's been a while since he had to use blue magic. Cross’ soul feels weird, part-human and part… something else, something more than soul traits, something that allows Cross to alter reality. Ccino doesn't understand that power, not even grasping the basics, but he thinks that's okay. 

While lifting Cross higher, Ccino calls, “Dream, please place the origami I prepared on the tables. Be careful not to wrinkle them, alright?”

Dream asks anxiously from behind, “Are you sure I should be doing this? I'm not used to handling delicate things…” 

Ccino can't help but soften. The curse has done a lot of harm to both twins, and it's crucial to remember that they don't realise just how loveable and reliable they are. If only they learned to love and trust themselves… But Ccino will support his family all the way. So he smiles, even though Dream can't see it — he can feel it, though, — and says with all the warmth and attentiveness in the world, “I have every confidence in you, Dream. Just try and put a few in their places, and then, if it doesn't work, I'll ask Nightmare. Okay?”

Dream hums an insecure “Okay,” and there's that. Ccino smiles and redirects Cross closer to the middle of the room. 

“There are hooks everywhere,” Cross notices. “Are they for the lanterns?” 

Am I doing this right? He doesn't ask, but Ccino understands nonetheless. He replies, “Well, yes. And for Christmas lights and tinsel, for example. All sorts of decorations.”

“How'd you do all this before?” Nightmare asks curiously. “Without someone to use magic on to put everything on the ceiling? I know you love this place, both Dream and I can feel it. But how?”

“I have a ladder,” Ccino admits. “But it's much easier and safer to use magic now that you're all here. Cats don't get in the way at all. Do they, Cross?” 

“They certainly can try,” Cross laughs. “Your blue magic is so gentle, you know? I was trained to be precise and effective, as a Royal Guard. To feel how different it can be… It's eye-opening.”

“Thanks for trusting me,” Ccino says. Dream adds from behind, “Thank you for your care.”

“Hey! Can someone come see this?” Killer calls suddenly from behind the counter; some time ago, he asked several questions about the festivities and hid with his favourite knife. 

“What have you got?” Nightmare responds, and then Ccino replies at the exact same moment, “A few more lanterns!” They don't apologise for interrupting each other, laughing instead. Barely a few seconds later Ccino hears Nightmare gasp in awe. 

“Didn't you see what I was doing? It's just a look over my shoulder, and you'd see it!”

Yeah, Nightmare and Killer are both behind the counter, but while Nightmare uses his impeccable penmanship to write well wishes on sticky notes and put them on the cups, Killer has promised a surprise.

“Well,” Nightmare replies in a patient tone, “You asked for privacy, so I gave that to you. Besides, I have my own task to do.”

Killer makes a noise in half-embarrassment half-gratitude. “It's ready. Now you can see.” 

Cross calls, “Hey Ccino, all done.” He puts him on the floor instantly, though carefully as usual, and together with Dream they all go to see what Killer has for them. 

It's wooden figures of different animals, so small they'd fit in the palm, yet finely detailed, so beautiful it takes Ccino's breath away. “How long have you been working on these?..” he whispers, afraid to ruin the moment — or the miniature figures. Killer shrugs and waves his hand, “Since you explained to us how this whole festivities thing works.”

Ccino's eye-sockets begin watering. He feels… happy. So very happy, and so very loved. He hugs Killer, murmuring, “Thank you.” 

“I didn't know you could carve,” Nightmare admits.

Petting Ccino's head, Killer explains, “Didn't really come up. It's a hobby for the times my LV acts up. Turned out to be useful now.” 

“I'm so proud and so grateful. This is amazing. You are amazing, Killer!”

“I agree with Ccino. Very clever,” Nightmare adds, just a little bit stiffly, and for once Ccino doesn't hear any guilt in his voice. Only serenity and love.

“So we did it, right?” Dream asks. “How about a small celebration?”

“Excellent suggestion!” Ccino exclaims, reluctantly letting Killer go. “You go sit, I'll handle the rest!” 

。。。

“Tea? Coffee? Or a dance?” Ccino offers half-jokingly. 

“Can I have more than one option?” Killer perks. Ccino nods seriously, “I don't see why not.” His hands tremble slightly, and he feels the heat of extra magic under his cheek bones. What's this impossible skeleton up to this time? 

“Well then, I'd like to order a dance and a cup of my favourite herbal tea right after.”

Oh. Ccino's never danced in his life; maybe as a kid, but he barely remembers his childhood, so there's that. There's also not that much space between tables and chairs. Yet he can't refuse, and takes Killer's hand, lowering another on Killer's shoulder as if they are waltzing. He quickly realises they're doing exactly that, just in one place, not moving around. 

“Shall we also give it a try?” Cross suggests. 

Dream hesitates, “But Nightmare would be left alone…” 

“That's not true,” Nightmare interrupts. “I'm still here with you, all of you, peaceful and content for once.” 

Ccino can't help but agree. And then Cross and Dream join Killer and him, waltzing between a different set of tables. 

Tomorrow's festivities have nothing on this lovely, so very lovely night. 

。。。

Credits

Ccino © black-nyanko

Nightmare and Dream © jokublog

Shattered Dream © galacii-gallery

Cross © jakei95

Killer © rahafwabas

Dark Cream © @zu-is-here

X-tra Dark Cream © me (anfie / anfie-in-the-box)

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Notes

Is this canon in the actual Turns, twists, and paradoxes? Is the curse finally lifted? Is Fluffynightkiller a thing already? So many questions, so little answers!.. I would love to hear your thoughts.

Also, this piece started from Ccino's phrase "Tea? Coffee? Or a dance?" and then grew both backwards and forwards. In Russian it's "Чай? Кофе? Потанцуем?", which my relatives and I use rather often.

#self reblog

[anfie-in-the-box]

X-tra Dark Cream third anniversary

Notes

I never mentioned it, never even payed it any attention, but the universe decided to remind me that one of my beloved works turns three on the twenty third of December. I don't celebrate any holidays at all, but sometimes I like to use them as a deadline that's not really strict and write something for my followers, and this time especially for @orange-dreamzer. Hope you enjoy!

。。。

It's fun to decorate the coffee shop for some local festivities, especially with a good company. There's five of them — Nightmare, Killer, Dream, Cross, and Ccino himself. They work faster together, even with the cats getting in the way and all of Ccino's helpers having no clue where to put what. He ends up directing them more than actually decorating, but he doesn't mind; it's new, but not a bad kind of new. He used to be the one helping… But the past is in the past. He has a family now — something he'd never dreamed of, not since his hopeless, dangerous love for still corrupted Nightmare bloomed. That's also in the past. Ccino's better now. All of them are. 

“Cross, I need you to put these lanterns above the door outside and a few inside as well. Do you mind me using blue magic on you?” Ccino says, getting the lanterns from yet another box. When Cross takes the lanterns and nods in confirmation, Ccino closes his sockets for a second, deeply breathes in and out, and then pulls. It's been a while since he had to use blue magic. Cross’ soul feels weird, part-human and part… something else, something more than soul traits, something that allows Cross to alter reality. Ccino doesn't understand that power, not even grasping the basics, but he thinks that's okay. 

While lifting Cross higher, Ccino calls, “Dream, please place the origami I prepared on the tables. Be careful not to wrinkle them, alright?”

Dream asks anxiously from behind, “Are you sure I should be doing this? I'm not used to handling delicate things…” 

Ccino can't help but soften. The curse has done a lot of harm to both twins, and it's crucial to remember that they don't realise just how loveable and reliable they are. If only they learned to love and trust themselves… But Ccino will support his family all the way. So he smiles, even though Dream can't see it — he can feel it, though, — and says with all the warmth and attentiveness in the world, “I have every confidence in you, Dream. Just try and put a few in their places, and then, if it doesn't work, I'll ask Nightmare. Okay?”

Dream hums an insecure “Okay,” and there's that. Ccino smiles and redirects Cross closer to the middle of the room. 

“There are hooks everywhere,” Cross notices. “Are they for the lanterns?” 

Am I doing this right? He doesn't ask, but Ccino understands nonetheless. He replies, “Well, yes. And for Christmas lights and tinsel, for example. All sorts of decorations.”

“How'd you do all this before?” Nightmare asks curiously. “Without someone to use magic on to put everything on the ceiling? I know you love this place, both Dream and I can feel it. But how?”

“I have a ladder,” Ccino admits. “But it's much easier and safer to use magic now that you're all here. Cats don't get in the way at all. Do they, Cross?” 

“They certainly can try,” Cross laughs. “Your blue magic is so gentle, you know? I was trained to be precise and effective, as a Royal Guard. To feel how different it can be… It's eye-opening.”

“Thanks for trusting me,” Ccino says. Dream adds from behind, “Thank you for your care.”

“Hey! Can someone come see this?” Killer calls suddenly from behind the counter; some time ago, he asked several questions about the festivities and hid with his favourite knife. 

“What have you got?” Nightmare responds, and then Ccino replies at the exact same moment, “A few more lanterns!” They don't apologise for interrupting each other, laughing instead. Barely a few seconds later Ccino hears Nightmare gasp in awe. 

“Didn't you see what I was doing? It's just a look over my shoulder, and you'd see it!”

Yeah, Nightmare and Killer are both behind the counter, but while Nightmare uses his impeccable penmanship to write well wishes on sticky notes and put them on the cups, Killer has promised a surprise.

“Well,” Nightmare replies in a patient tone, “You asked for privacy, so I gave that to you. Besides, I have my own task to do.”

Killer makes a noise in half-embarrassment half-gratitude. “It's ready. Now you can see.” 

Cross calls, “Hey Ccino, all done.” He puts him on the floor instantly, though carefully as usual, and together with Dream they all go to see what Killer has for them. 

It's wooden figures of different animals, so small they'd fit in the palm, yet finely detailed, so beautiful it takes Ccino's breath away. “How long have you been working on these?..” he whispers, afraid to ruin the moment — or the miniature figures. Killer shrugs and waves his hand, “Since you explained to us how this whole festivities thing works.”

Ccino's eye-sockets begin watering. He feels… happy. So very happy, and so very loved. He hugs Killer, murmuring, “Thank you.” 

“I didn't know you could carve,” Nightmare admits.

Petting Ccino's head, Killer explains, “Didn't really come up. It's a hobby for the times my LV acts up. Turned out to be useful now.” 

“I'm so proud and so grateful. This is amazing. You are amazing, Killer!”

“I agree with Ccino. Very clever,” Nightmare adds, just a little bit stiffly, and for once Ccino doesn't hear any guilt in his voice. Only serenity and love.

“So we did it, right?” Dream asks. “How about a small celebration?”

“Excellent suggestion!” Ccino exclaims, reluctantly letting Killer go. “You go sit, I'll handle the rest!” 

。。。

“Tea? Coffee? Or a dance?” Ccino offers half-jokingly. 

“Can I have more than one option?” Killer perks. Ccino nods seriously, “I don't see why not.” His hands tremble slightly, and he feels the heat of extra magic under his cheek bones. What's this impossible skeleton up to this time? 

“Well then, I'd like to order a dance and a cup of my favourite herbal tea right after.”

Oh. Ccino's never danced in his life; maybe as a kid, but he barely remembers his childhood, so there's that. There's also not that much space between tables and chairs. Yet he can't refuse, and takes Killer's hand, lowering another on Killer's shoulder as if they are waltzing. He quickly realises they're doing exactly that, just in one place, not moving around. 

“Shall we also give it a try?” Cross suggests. 

Dream hesitates, “But Nightmare would be left alone…” 

“That's not true,” Nightmare interrupts. “I'm still here with you, all of you, peaceful and content for once.” 

Ccino can't help but agree. And then Cross and Dream join Killer and him, waltzing between a different set of tables. 

Tomorrow's festivities have nothing on this lovely, so very lovely night. 

。。。

Credits

Ccino © black-nyanko

Nightmare and Dream © jokublog

Shattered Dream © galacii-gallery

Cross © jakei95

Killer © rahafwabas

Dark Cream © @zu-is-here

X-tra Dark Cream © me (anfie / anfie-in-the-box)

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Notes

Is this canon in the actual Turns, twists, and paradoxes? Is the curse finally lifted? Is Fluffynightkiller a thing already? So many questions, so little answers!.. I would love to hear your thoughts.

Also, this piece started from Ccino's phrase "Tea? Coffee? Or a dance?" and then grew both backwards and forwards. In Russian it's "Чай? Кофе? Потанцуем?", which my relatives and I use rather often.

#anfie writes #x-tra dark cream #ccino!sans #cross!sans #dream!sans #shattered!dream #passive!nightmare #killer!sans

[anfie-in-the-box]

make my wish come trueeeeee

All I want for Christmas

i-i-i-i-is

for my friends and followers to be healthy and happy 💞

#ask

[anfie-in-the-box]

You didn't expect another gift today, did you? Well, have it nonetheless, surprise-surprise!

An official X-tra Dark Cream playlist! It's mostly done, although there is always a possibility I'd add another song or two later whenever I find something fitting. Also feel free to suggest your songs as the story progresses! I know right now there's not much to base off of, but there'll be more eventually and I'll be happy to hear you out!

What's more is that you get my ramblings about why I chose every song, songs order and all these details! See further!

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Mess of Me by Citizen Soldier is a pre-Dark Cream song about Dream's state before eating the black apple.

I breathe in, I breathe out, so sick of holding it down, when no one sees this mess of me. It's okay, I'm alright, even though I'm dying inside. I'm never free of this mess of me, this mess of me, no, I'm never free.

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Villain by K/Da (Male cover) is Dark Cream (before Never be the same again) song. Dream is easily turning into a villain of his own story; perhaps too easily. Cross tries to save the one he loves, but the curse is stronger... Or is it?

I'm alive, but I'm dead. Hear my voice up in your head, watch it fill you full of dread, 'til you go pow! Is it really a surprise if I'm playing with your mind? And I treat you like prize, then I throw you to the side? And am I really that bad if l love to make you mad? And get happy when you're sad.

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My Demons by Starset is Dark Cream (after Never be the same again) song. You might think it's obviously about Dream and Cross, but that's not all. It's about the twins as well. Dream's finally himself once again, not allowing the curse to spread. But it can't last forever.

I cannot stop this sickness taking over, it takes control and drags me into nowhere. I need your help, I can't fight this forever. I know you're watching, I can feel you out there.

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Divide by Bastille is the song of the first chapter of Turns, twists, and paradoxes. It's a love song, but does this love have to be romantic? I don't think so. It's a song about the reunion and the parting of two brothers. About Dream's reluctance to let Nightmare go, about his wish to hold him forever, now that they're finally, miraculously together.

In these darker days I push the limits to the love you offer. There's a riot in my head demanding we do this forever. Why would we divide when we could come together? Just bodies that collide, lost and found each other. So don't, don't leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone. Why would we divide when we could come together?

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Demons by Alex Goot is about Dream and his relationship with Cross. Dream's unsure how to proceed and if he's even still himself — was it truly him who hurt Cross so much during the events of Dark Cream? Cruelty is against his nature, yet now he has to be cruel. He's yet to find his new self.

When I speak I cross my fingers. Will you know you've been deceived? I find a need to be the demon — a demon cannot be hurt.

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Different Songs by Set It Off is about Dream and Nightmare and is a direct opposite of the Divide before. They're twins who just reunited, but there're also hundreds of years of separation and animosity to death. A lot changed. They're not who they used to be, and although it's obvious, it's also a shock.

Face to face, so far apart — we're worlds away from what we were before, before, before... We started singing different songs, forgetting how to sing along together.

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Echoes of You by Marianas Trench is once again about Dream and Nightmare and is a nod to Different Songs. Did you already notice how I turn love songs into familial ones? Get used to it, because I'd lie if I said there isn't more. Dream's haunted by memories of his brother and the way Nightmare is now.

You know I tried to make it vanish, I just want to make it vanish, but the notes of an old mistake still ring louder every day — from a, from a little to a manic, a cacophony, a frantic, a relentless refrain is the only thing that remains.

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The Killing Kind by Marianas Trench is finally about Cross and Dream. There's a nod to Dark Cream comic, where Cross says, "I was tired and racked with guilt... and I took it out on you. But I didn't notice... you were on edge." It's a song of pressure and not knowing what's next, what's best, who they are themselves and to each other. Should they even stay together, or is this the end? It's a song-way, a song-process.

What if I was wrong by never moving on and didn't realise who's gone. The ghost in me was true but you were haunted too, just didn't see it all along.

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Down With The Fallen by Starset is Dream's first step in acceptance of his new self and Cross' loyalty and support after all the uncertainty of The Killing Kind.

Turn away from all that I know, burning this bridge behind me. Light the way, and I'll follow where you go. Can you tell me what is real? 'cause I lost my way again. Can you tell me how to feel? 'cause I don't feel anything, now that I'm down here again. I'm down with the fallen again... I will not run, I will not fall, I will not bury it... This is war!

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Survive by Lacuna Coil is a further exploration of Dream's relationship with himself, the curse he took, and the world around him.

The voice inside of me that keeps on teasing, as sweet as like a whisper from the lips of pain. And so many steps that I can't make, I can't take the chance, release the brake, and the breath just keeps on getting away. Am I dreaming it all? I will never be afraid. I'll survive in this nothing, leading nowhere. I survive, feeling strong for how much longer? I'll survive in this nothing, leading nowhere. I survive, survive.

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Killer In The Mirror by Set It Off is about Dream's inner darkness and the way the curse stirs and strengthens it.

Tell me that I'm cut-throat; I think you got your eyes closed. Feel the fear and swallow back the tears, let weakness disappear. There's nobody but me here — the killer in the mirror.

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Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift (Alex Goot cover) is the song that started it all and gave me the idea of X-tra Dark Cream. Dream and Cross fully take their new roles of the Multiverse villains, angry at the unfair world. It's the whole world whose name is red underlined.

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time, honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time, I've got a list of names and yours is red underlined — I check it once, then I check it twice... Oh, look what you made me do!

。。。

Us Against The World by Westlife is about Dream and Nightmare and is, once again, an opposite of both Divide and Different Songs. The twins finally, inevitably find their way.

There'll be days we'll be on different sides, but that doesn't last too long. We find ways to get it on track, we know how to turn back on.

。。。

The Death of Me by Marianas Trench is the Nightmare towards Killer's song. There's a complicated relationship between the two of them, not quite subordination anymore and not quite love yet, but something. And Nightmare doesn't know what to do with it.

What was simple, now there's questions, the kind that I don't look my best in, and the ghost of me will keep us far apart. And you know you don't deserve this, and I don't know how to word this, but — before you go, before you go I just wanted you to know that I would, that I would, I would love you if I could, but my unsteady heart's not ready, and you would only get what's left of me. Only this, only this is gonna be the death of me.

。。。

I Bet My Life is the Nightmare towards Ccino's song. There's also a very complicated and abusive past between them, and Nightmare's unsure how to proceed now that he's not under the influence of negativity. But when Nightmare chose to seek sanctuary in Ccino after Dream took the curse from him, it meant something.

I've been around the world and never in my wildest dreams would I come running home to you. I've told a million lies but now I tell a single truth — there's you in everything I do. Now remember when I told you that's the last you'll see of me, remember when I broke you down to tears? I know I took the path that you would never want for me, I gave you hell through all the years. So I, I bet my life, I bet my life, I bet my life for you.

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Landslide by Oh Wonder is the Ccino towards Killer's song. Calm and quiet but powerful songs fit Ccino very well, and this one's perfect for his relationship with Killer. Killer's lost now he's not a servant of his king, and Ccino is there for him.

I know it hurts sometimes, but you'll get over it, you'll find another life to live, I know you'll get over it. I know you're sad and tired, you've got nothing left to give, but you'll find another life to live, I know you'll get over it.

。。。

Warrior by Beth Crowley is the Ccino towards Nightmare's song. Ccino loved Nightmare at his worst, and definitely still loves him now that the curse is gone.

I kept on pushing through, standing resolute which you in equal measure loved and hated. You take me by the hand, I'm seeing who I am. Teach me how to fight, I'll show you how to win. You're my mortal flaw, and I'm your fatal sin. Let me feel the sting, the pain, the burn under my skin. Put me to the test, I'll prove that I'm strong. Won't let myself believe that what we feel is wrong. I finally see what you knew was inside me all along — that behind this soft exterior lies a warrior.

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Polaroid by Imagine Dragons is the Killer towards Nightmare's song. Killer already offered his love, but it were other feelings that got accepted. He's not trying again.

I'm a hold my cards close, I'm a wreck what I love most, I'm a first class let down, I'm a shut up sit down. I am a head case, I am the color of boom that's never arriving, at you are the pay raise, always a touch out of view, and I am the color of boom. All my life I've been living in the fast lane, can't slow down, I'm a rollin' freight train. One more time gotta start all over, can't slow down, I'm a lone red rover. Oh, how did it come to this? Oh, love is a polaroid — better in picture, but never can fill the void.

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Stitch Me Up by Set It Off is the Killer towards Ccino's song. Killer's still not ready to offer his feelings, but...

No, it's no wonder I feel broken. Are you the one to fix me up, patching up the work they done? Try and sew me. So thread the needle, tie it off, teach me how to trust someone. Really hoping that you stay, that you never walk away. Every word I shouldn't say, I shouldn't say, I shouldn't say it. Do you feel the stress in me, steady bursting at the seams? You're the only one I need to make me complete, yeah! Stitch me up, stitch me up, don't tear me apart. I've been stuck in the rut, patched up in the dark. Stitch me up, stitch me up, there's pins in my heart, oh! Pardon all my precious scars.

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Stand By You by Rachel Platten (cover by Megan Nicole, Alex Goot) is Cross and Dream's song. It's Cross' devotion and Dream's trust.

I'll be your eyes 'til yours can shine, and I'll be your arms, I'll be your steady satellite. And when you can't rise, well, I'll crawl with you on hands and knees 'cause I, I'm gonna stand by you, even if we're breaking down, we can find a way to break through. Even if we can't find heaven, I'll walk through hell with you. Love, you're not alone, 'cause I'm gonna stand by you.

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С тобой ничего не случится by Немного Нервно, the only Russian song in the playlist yet very important one since it wraps up the whole thing. It translates as Nothing will happen to you. It's a song about all five of the main protagonists and the way they stick together through everything.

And the cities on the horizon go round in fiery dancing, and not saying goodbye for the last time — come back to me. I love you, so nothing is going to happen to you. I love you, so nothing is going to happen to you. Here is my wing — it will be your protection. I love you, so nothing is going to happen to you.

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And that is it! Hope you enjoyed my birthday gifts for everyone. Thank you for reading, and stay tuned for more!

Take care 🌻

#self reblog #x-tra dark cream #Another song added!

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#anfie answers #ask

[anfie-in-the-box]

One of my favourite found families — Satellite (Ragdollsverse!Blueberror), Daydreamer (Ragdollsverse!Dream), and Mischance (Ragdollsverse!Error) 💞

Thank you, Zu, for this treasure!

A liiittle present for @anfie-in-the-box (◞ꈍ∇ꈍ)◞˚✧₊⁎

#anfie reblogs #zu art #ragdollsverse

[anfie-in-the-box]

I already said something along the lines, but this is amazing! I love love love every little thing here. I've already received art as a gift, but writing? A fic of a fic? Never. Before now. And it's absolutely stunning!

Thank you 💖

OOF— hi hi @anfie-in-the-box :) i finally made the post yippee!!! XD

Dream wakes up - or something along the lines of it, because the place he‘s in when his eyes open isn‘t the bed with Cross beside him, always in reach for when something happens. He sits up, surrounded by complete darkness, in his very old form as a shadow-like figure approaches him quickly. It stares down at him with a smile „I‘ve waited too long to speak up.. I had to wait until your soul was somewhat stable to appear to you.“ Shattered does not speak, only stare at the form, recognising his brothers‘ words of being careful about making any deals with ‚the voice‘ „I‘m sure you recognise me, and know me, from him,“ he speaks low as he moves towards him, and Dream cannot move away - he‘d love to, to wake up, but he cannot, he feels frozen. „I didn‘t think it would take this long to get to you. I thought the darkness would eat you up fast like it did with him, but I suppose, hm, Cross helped with that, didn‘t he?“ Dream‘s expression turned into somewhat of a fearful frown, yet his voice worked against him, and he made no sound as the man‘s words and the piercing silence started becoming one slowly yet surely, almost like something demonic. He felt sudden pain before being able to actually open his eyes and shoot up, in his bed, with Cross beside him, who woke up merely a few seconds after. Dream‘s hand moved upwards quick to his chest, onto his soul, as he looked around the room to make sure the Voice wasn‘t here still, watching them, before he felt Cross‘s hand on his shoulder. Dream looked back at Cross who sat beside him, almost fully awake, gazing at him with worry „I.. I heard the voice.“

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Shattered by galacii-gallery

Cross by jakei95

Dark ccream by zu-is-here

The idea and fic (can't find rn) by anfie :)

#anfie reblogs #x-tra dark cream

[anfie-in-the-box]

Hello there! So. The 11th of October is my birthday. Congratulations are unnecessary, I don't celebrate; but what you can do is support me! If you're interested in any of my works, consider reading others! Here's some links to help you navigate in my projects.

A dream that comes crashing down (UTMV x Coraline — a book and a cartoon — crossover; part of the Ragdollsverse series)

Fragments of Shattered Dreams Hurt So Much (But You're the Only One I Need to Heal) (missed and extended scenes of Dark Cream comic by @zu-is-here)

Turns, Twists, and Paradoxes (X-tra Dark Cream story, an alternative ending/continuation of the very same Dark Cream comic) (with art by @zu-is-here and @yuriyuruandyuraart!)

Dreamtale_Not_Found (Aftermare (Geno/passive!Nightmare) slow-build story)

Each other's lifeline (Nightmare's story if the man's voice in the corrupted apples wasn't that bad)

Brush Everything Away (At Last I Am Here For You) (Broomie!Papyrus story)

I also have ao3 if you prefer to read there!

P. S. I have started a NOvember challenge, feel free to participate! It's never too late to take care of yourself, as a human and as a creator, so if you'd like, please say YES to NOvember! Like, reblog, create!

[anfie-in-the-box]

Rest for both wicked and weary

Notes

The eleventh of October is my birthday, but no congratulations needed — I only celebrate by gifting things to other people. Please have this piece dedicated to @dragon-tamer-1, who I value endlessly. The prompt was Error and Dream relaxing peacefully; I'm not sure if it's particularly fluffy, there's definitely some angst here, but even more Hurt/Comfort.

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Dream prepares for his visit to the Anti-Void painstakingly. He wears clothes of soft gray shades, only leaving the tiara and the cape untouched, so it doesn't bother Error's weak eyesight yet has enough colour to attract his attention. Then Dream gets a cane — in the Anti-Void, vast and ever-changing, you don't believe your eyes; you stay vigilant and keep your step light, weightless almost. Luckily, Dream isn't a normal skeleton, he just has a body of one; and even that can be corrected with the right training. Or just experience, he supposes; oh, how he used to shamble around, making Error laugh, before he realised he could use a cane. Like a blind being, only he is indeed blind in the Anti-Void, like all not-errors are. He's a stranger there, and since he can't become an error, an unwelcome one.

Dream sighs, putting on thin gloves, just in case. He's ready now. 

It takes time to focus properly — the Anti-Void is utterly chaotic, constantly rebuilding itself, and full of creatures beyond comprehension. Some of them are capable of feeling, some aren't, some feel but so differently Dream is left confused — he's too used to his empathic abilities. 

But eventually, finally, he finds the right being. So he teleports. 

Error instantly spots him, even though Dream appears behind him. He might be half-blind with that poor eyesight of his, but his intuition is impeccable — at least when it comes to beings with souls, which Dream is. 

"I was waiting for so long," Error complains, irritated. "How many tries did it take to find me?" 

"Just one," Dream smiles widely. "It took more time, but I managed to find you in one try." He knows he sounds very proud of himself, but that's okay. With Error, he's allowed to feel and think unapologetically. Error, though he demands attention, lets Dream go just as easily. And besides, they teach each other many things — Error knows how to be selfish very well indeed and learns from Dream how to be more empathetic and considerate.

They work together quite nicely.

Lost in his pride, Dream forgets to use the cane and immediately trips and falls — not right on his face though — there are blue strings keeping him airborne. He giggles awkwardly and says, "Thanks." 

"Yeah, yeah, tell me how great I am." Error doesn't turn around but Dream knows he grins. He can't help smiling in return. 

"You can put me down now, you know," Dream half-suggests, half-asks while wiggling slightly to try and untangle himself without Error's help. Tough luck. 

"As if you could escape on your own!" Error gloats. "I hold the entire universes, a small guardian like you doesn't stand a chance!" 

"Yet Ink manages," Dream disagrees carefully. 

"That cheater doesn't have a soul. You do." 

Now that's something Dream hasn't pondered over. Not right now either — as soon as Error sets him free, he scurries to his blue bean bag chair — this time using the cane, of course, — and sits down — lies down almost. It's warm and soft. Cozy. So big it's more of a bed than a chair; which might as well be true, there's nothing else here resembling a bed, and Dream knows for sure Error loves sleeping.

"Where did you even get your bean bag from?" Dream asks, ready to hear it's stolen like chocolate from Underfell and the lives of innocents from any other AU. 

Error doesn't reply instantly. Dream even considers standing up and looking Error in the sockets to see what's wrong, but then he finally says, "I actually don't remember. Like it's always been there, maybe even before me."

Who knows, it might be true. The Anti-Void contains and loses all sorts of creatures, after all. 

Error sounds distressed like he always is when his memory acts up, so Dream hurries to roll closer and asks, "A pinkie?" 

"A hand," Error replies, every sound of a single word glitching. 

Dream gives him a bare hand — he still hasn't found gloves tender enough to pacify Error's glitching fits. For some reason it's easier for him to touch Dream's bones than any fabric they'd tried. 

Perhaps it's time to ask if Error has any idea why. When he gets better, of course. Hopefully it doesn't last long.

Dream squeezes Error's hand and gets a squeeze in return. At least he's conscious and not rebooting…

"You feel… different. There's more, er, something other than magic in you. Magic in skeleton-monsters or even monsters in general is more solid than whatever you're made of. Not even ghosts are anything like you." Error explains. 

"Positivity," Dream clarifies. "I'm made of positity. Not entirely, my bones are just that — magical bones; but even those are covered with positive energy. And my eye-lights, my insides, my attacks are all pure positivity." 

"Well, that explains it," Error shrugs. "You're basically so much of a sunshine it overwhelms my phobia and cancels it. As much as it can be canceled, I suppose." 

"Does it really help though? My presence, my… touch?" Dream pauses before the last word, feeling all warm yet uncertain. 

He knows it does. And knows Error knows he knows. But hearing the answer and believing it are two different states of mind. Dream's yet to reach the second one. 

And so Error answers absolutely honestly, "It does."

The two of them then sit together, still holding hands, resting in peace and quiet.

Later Error might or might not steal a book or a few and make Dream read to him, and Dream will read, silently reminiscing about the days of old, when his brother was alive but not happy, not since the villagers came to be. He loved the books though, and loved reading them to Dream, though the little guardian of positivity was beside the Tree less and less, helping the villagers where he could, and then where he couldn't but still did, because people demanded. The memories are bittersweet, and even later Dream will share a few with Error, and Error will listen attentively, and then share his own foggy memories of the past, full of inconsistent and even missing bits.

"A hug and a trip to that version of Outertale I found?" Error asks suddenly. 

"Sounds like a plan," Dream beams. Error rarely requests hugs but that just makes them even more precious to the guardian of positivity. 

So they stand up — Error effortlessly, Dream's with a bit more difficulty, he's not exactly used to furniture like Error's bean bag, — and embrace. 

"Is the texture of my clothes still good?" Dream asks when they let go of each other. 

Error nods, grinning, "Perfect, as I deserve."

"Glad to hear that. Outertale?" 

"Yeah. It's unlike most of the AUs where some people manage to evacuate. True genocide, nobody left. You won't feel a thing, not a single grieving or furious soul," Error looks at Dream with pride. 

"That's… really smart, actually." Dream says thoughtfully. "Nothing to make me stronger, but also nothing to make me weaker or attract Corrupted." 

"Of course it's smart. It was my idea after all." Error boasts and opens a portal. "You first." 

Dream smiles at him and makes his first step into outer space. He's not afraid; he won't be alone in its solitude. 

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Notes

Lots and lots of headcanons here!

Anti-Void being full of non-existent things, Dream's true nature peaking through his skeleton form... It was really nice to finally share those.

Also very proud of the title choice here. It came to me naturally. I instantly knew — that's it. As perfect as anything in this world can be.

#anfie writes #anfie writes one-shots #dream!sans #error!sans #romance or friendship? I'd say something in-between #utmv