#Post dark cream Aim ??

[zu-is-here]

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[ari-cuno]

First impressions!!

A quick doodle idea I had where Axel brings Aim to his parents to properly introduce him. Axel gets called out-

Axel belongs to me.

Aim belongs to @zu-is-here

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

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Yeah, so this is lazy but just something I randomly thought about and wanted to doodle! Remembered this and thought about how they are both aro! Even though Aim is ace, too, I thought it was fun.

Creamer is just the best babysitter. XD

Aim by @zu-is-here

Creamer by me! And yes I missed his bday again

[egnidres]

It's Nuisance's birthday （=´∇｀=）

Aim and Post Dark Cream belongs to @zu-is-here

English version

French version

[groovygladiatorsheep]

Dark Cream week 2024 - Day 3 — Magnet | Do you think we’re lovers in every universe ?

I wanted to do something with magnet as in in every universe we’re attracted by eachother !!! I hope that translates well :3

Yes there’s the soulmate red string heehee

Aim isn’t Dark Cream like Dark Cream related but the rest is so I hope it stills count !!!

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☆ Credits

Xorcist and Aim + Dark Cream Week by | @zu-is-here !!

Leviathantale by | @skumhuu !!

Shattered by | galacii-gallery !!

Cross by | jakei95 !

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[altariartx]

My Gyftmas piece for the brilliant Zu! (A very overdue post at that. ^^") Honestly, it was a gift in of itself to be assigned to my biggest inspiration - you should've seen my face when I first opened up the assignment email xD Right before the event started, I imagined how lucky it'd be to have you as a Santa. I couldn't even begin to dream of the opposite being the case. This opportunity was beyond an honor! :>

Another huge thanks to the organizers over at @gyftmas2023 for making this possible. I couldn't have asked for a better first Gyftmas part of this fandom. 🎄💕

Aim and Post Dark Cream belongs to @zu-is-here!

[the-nameless-dude]

OH MAH GAH ITS BABY BOY BIRTH DAY-

I miss baby Aim, so I drew him with Uncle Nightmare because I love seeing them together ✨️

Credits :

Post Dark cream AU and Aim!Sans belong to @zu-is-here

Nightmare belongs to @jokublog

[orange-artblog]

I wrote a little thing :D (it‘s a little sad… sorry! (not)) (and possibly also ooc) (and not finished!) vAim belongs to @zu-is-here / Axel belongs to @ari-cuno /writing by me

Another loud explosion echoes in the half-ruins of what once was a peaceful, neutral AU. The loud sounds have already become background noise. Maybe one day he‘ll lose his hearing because of this, but it‘s the least of his concerns right now.

What was he feeling? How will he ever tell? He misses them again. So dearly

The prankster that had said he knew his father hadn‘t shown up again since their first encounter, quite some years ago. Perhaps he had imagined him, hallucinated just another figure in his never-ending misery. It would make sense, that he was starting to lose it. He‘s not even sure anymore what‘s going on.

Heh, never-ending. It really felt like that. On some days, it was so much harder to not let that feeling of deep sadness win once and for all. That his misery would never end, no matter what he tried or which things he changed in his story. He begged before, for the pain to end, but no one heard his pleas. Nobody came

Like he was utterly alone. Forever. Cursed by something passed down to him by- He didn‘t want to think about it. It only increased the rate at which the goggles he wore filled up with water. He wished he would not cry so much.

On any other day the amount of residents in this part of town would‘ve bothered him more, but not today. The screaming didn‘t matter to him like it should have. He did not glance when a father took his child into his arms and ran away from another collapsing building

Did everything have to remind him of them?

But with the way the fog built up and worse around him did the screaming also fade into the background, just as the explosions did.

The town laid to ruin was small. Smaller than the usual city, but there were more than 50 residents, surely.

Faintly, he hears it. Frantic footsteps from the distance, rubble landing on the floor. But those footsteps didn‘t seem to be running away from him, no… They were.. Approaching him? Off-putting, when anyone else was currently running away from the trouble.

The steps were getting louder, eventually coming to a stop. It appeared that whoever it was still kept their distance from him. Likely, they didn‘t want to accidentally be punched. how would they know to keep their distance? Exploding sounded worse than just being punched, but sure.

No matter.

He clutches another explosive in his hand. The wristwatch he has glimmers and blinks. The fire does not settle. Perhaps it never will. Despite there being practically nothing left to burn, he still feels it. The hole in his chest grew larger with every flame rekindled.

Right. The person behind him. He lifts his goggles to see better, but does not turn around yet.

They sound out of breath. The glimps of voice that he can already hear from them feels familiar. But his mind… Can‘t connect the stray pieces. He doesn‘t give the feeling further thought.

„Aim! Stop! It’s enough- You’ve- This isn‘t what you want!“ He hears coming from behind him. He wonders why the light glitch in their voice feels like another home

Could he be the stranger again, that said he knew his dad?.. No, no, their voices were much too different for such a connection. And the prankster didn‘t yell when he had… Done some necessary demolition, unlike this.. stranger. (The houses were about to fall apart anyway, he told himself. Over and over.) Why did saying „stranger“ feel wrong again?

„… How would you know what I want?“ his own voice comes out as raspy. He hasn‘t spoken in quite some time now, having no one to listen to him as much as he remembers, and the added amount of sludge in his throat (naturally occurring when you cry, of course) didn‘t help. He cleared his throat before continuing on, for his own comfort „'Cuz I don‘t recall ever telling you anything.“

„… You have, I promise. It‘s just been a while.“ Thinking about it, the tone did seem more familiar now. He was given a strange sensation of deja vu, and somewhere inside him he wondered if it’d ever stop. „Please, look at me. Let‘s talk this out instead.“

(Inside, he wished to remember. He couldn‘t.)

… Sure, whatever. When he turns, the figure that meets him must be someone he‘s acquainted with. Just blurred, with his cheeks still stained wet and warm. Their bones were dark and there were marks on their face. Hm.

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[creatorworldau]

I like PostDarkCream. And also l like the Sims3. Sooooo....

GAAaAHH Cross is so mommy (in any sense) ;

Uh, not bad, but this is not what I wanted

Aim always looks gorgeous (*´ﾉ∀`*)

I wanted to build a headcanon of their house, but I’m bad at building and I didn’t have enough time (**)

PostDarkCream by @zu-is-here

[zu-is-here]

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[ari-cuno]

Baby Anko and his parents :3 Axel being a good dad(mom)

I couldn't resist @zu-is-here and @groovygladiatorsheep >3<

Aim belongs to @zu-is-here

Anko by @groovygladiatorsheep

[annie0122]

I listened to the audio and in my mind went:

Post Dark Cream belongs to @zu-is-here

[bluepallilworld]

Here it is!

The...

✨ Dark Cream (and post dark cream) Ship Children New Year Collab✨

Happy new year you all'!

[put on the sound for a lil' more fun ;)]

[without the audio for better quality]

Here some close ups! Click to see them better!

Credits :

Them:

-Aim, drawn by and belongs to @zu-is-here

-Estrella, drawn by and belongs to @shinechermont

-Andromeda and Eclipse , drawn by and belongs to @dragon-tamer-1

-Wisp and Meringue, drawn by and belong to @andizoidart

-Fading Dusk, drawn by and belongs to @kuro909

-Mirage, drawn by and belongs to @ari-cuno

-Celestial Star and Luna Light, drawn by and belong to @help-im-a-gay-fish

-Shattered!Dream and Cross, drawn by @help-im-a-gay-fish and belong to @/shattereddreamsau and @/jakei95

-Shine and Malignance (pictures on the wall), drawn by me :) and belong to @creative-firebug

-Mimosa, Mu and Palida, drawn by and belong to me

Background+ team:

@diofasolia and me

Audio:

@diofasolia and me

Audio editing:

@diofasolia

Thanks for participating, it was great! 🎉🎉🎉

[groovygladiatorsheep]

I remade this baby’s design <3 | Posting this while finishing the Dark Cream Week drawings..

Here is Anko ! Some of you might remember him, he’s my pretty boy <3

He’s also a Aim, Post Dark Cream and Axel, ErrorInk child !

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⊹ Credits !

Aim and Post Dark cream by | @zu-is-here !!

Axel belongs to | @ari-cuno !!

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⊹ Info !

⊹ Moon symbol was given by great unclemare !! As a gift:3

⊹ Never removes his jacket no matter the outfit, very dear to him :((

⊹ Earrings can change to lotus shaped one 🩷

⊹ Loves papa ( Aim ) and dada ( Axel ) so much !! I’d imagine he’d often bug them both about little things he discovered, this kid loves reading books :3

⊹ …those books varies mangas and funny dictionaries..

[egnidres]

Happy birthday to Aim and Winter ε===(っ≧ω≦)っ

Aim belongs to @zu-is-here

Winter belongs to @zelphin124

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[zelphin124]

The Error in Aim: Chapter two

This is a continuation! Please see chapter one (by me) and the prologue by @egnidres here!

@zu-is-here, and Egnidres, here's the continuation!

-oOo-

"He did what?!"

The monster appeared inside Dream once more. Shattered lunged for Nightmare.

Killer had little time to grab one of the tentacles and hold him back, but somehow, he managed.

Nightmare stood perfectly still, not even flinching as Shattered's tentacles came centimeters from his face. He held his head high and stared the curse that consumed his brother dead in the eye.

Aim wasn't supposed to be watching. He was told to wait inside as the adults discussed the surprise meeting from Error outside. However, that didn't stop him from watching out an open window as quietly as he could. He felt bad that it caused his father to crack again. He hated seeing Shattered cover Dream in endless black goop. Aim himself had decided to accept the deal... as soon as he could find Error. Despite what his parents said, he wanted to get revenge on the assassin and destroy him, even if the destroyer took his life for it.

He was tired of being babysat. He was tired of being watched. He would no longer stand around and be treated like a child. He wasn't five anymore; he was thirteen. It was time he was treated as such.

"I told you to protect him! And you let Error, out of all people, find him?! How could you?!" Dream cried. Half his face was still Shattered, but both sides were still furious.

Nightmare's gaze contained irritation. He stood with his arms crossed, observing Dream. "I told him I would wait to discuss it with you," he inquired. "He should be back shortly for your decision."

"After my decision?!" Dream hissed, breaking free from Killer's grasp. "My decision is obvious! Absolutely not!"

"Don't write off Error's offer like that just because he's Error!" Nightmare cried. "He would do a much better job defending Aim than Killer ever could!"

Killer rolled his eyes. "Rude."

"He would murder my son!" Dream hissed. "Before or after the deal is done, you can't trust him, you're a fool for even conversing with him!"

Killer watched Nightmare's eyes flash blue. He backed up, pulling out his knives in defense. Usually, Killer would be all for a brawl, but something about Nightmare's blue eye unsettled him.

The blue eye terrified Aim. He had never seen it in his uncle before. Why was Dream so upset at Nightmare? Why was Nightmare getting upset? Was he not hearing everything that was said between the two?

"Dream, Ink is after Aim. Error is the only one who can solely protect him," Killer grimaced, disgusted to admit that he was powerless against the painter. "I... I think we should accept the deal."

Before Dream could retaliate, Nightmare uttered the dreaded words himself. "I agree with Killer. I think we should."

"No," Dream twitched with irritation, trying to fight the curse and shove it back. Shattered fought, wanting to stay in control. It resulted in a half-and-half face on the positive. "I trusted my old friend, and he killed my husband. I will not make the same mistake with your old friend!"

Nightmare seemed just as angry. "Ink will never stop hunting Aim! Error is the only one who can defeat him! I know Error, and if there is anything that he hates more than anomalies, it's Ink! I know he's unreliable, but would you rather put him in Ink's hands or Error's?"

"Neither!" Dream grabbed Nightmare's shoulders and shoved him back, about to spring on him. "I'm going to protect my son-"

But tentacles intervened Shattered.

Aim watched in horror as the negative was also consumed with goop, retaliating at Shattered. Nightmare grabbed Shattered's tentacles with his own, his face melting at the positive. He hissed violently, his presence quenching Dream's as if it had been coupled up in a cage for many years.

When Dream saw the curse on Nightmare, his eyes widened in fright. The curse immediately left him as he stared at his brother. He started to cry. "W-Why didn't you tell me?"

The purple returned to Nightmare's eyes once more. He took a step back and looked at his own hands, terrified. The goop suddenly disappeared, and he was his normal self once more.

"I thought we were done with the secrets," Killer narrowed his eyes. "All of you! Not only did you keep all this from each other, but you kept it from Aim! He has the right to know! He could have the curse, too, for all you know! You guys kept the secret that you were still struggling. It only hurt the family! Look where it's brought us now!"

Aim's uncle glanced down at the ground. "I wanted to tell you that you weren't alone in your fight, brother," he sighed. "Just because you couldn't keep the curse inside didn't mean you had to ignore your son for seven years. But it would have only overwhelmed you. And right now, you seemed overwhelmed. Let me make this choice for Aim. I-"

Aim didn't hear anymore. He closed the window and sat on a nearby chair. Unlike his father, he had thought it over. There was nothing else that Aim wanted more; he wanted to kill Ink. He wanted to make them pay. If that meant teaming up with an evil killer and dying afterward, so be it.

It was reckless, but he removed his fear with his own power. Little did he know how dangerous that was.

Aim wandered over to the front door and stepped outside. Dream, Nightmare, and Killer seemed to have calmed down. They were all sitting down on the lime grass, conversing quietly. Dream perked his head up when he heard Aim's footsteps near. His eyes softened. "Aim, honey, we are almost done. Please go back inside-"

"I'm accepting Error's offer."

The three adults stared at him in shock. Nightmare and Killer looked relieved, but Dream was in denial. "No, you're not. You don't know what you're getting yourself into-"

"I'm not five anymore, Dad!" Aim cried. "I've heard enough to know what Error is capable of, and I don't care. I know Ink wants me for my power, and I know he will attack again. None of you can protect me, but Error can. Not only that, but Error will help me kill him to avenge my dad!"

"Revenge is not the answer," Nightmare commented. "I learned that the hard way."

"But you want him dead too, uncle," Aim interjected.

"Smart kid," Killer added. "He's right. We do want the painter dead." Killer put his knives away. "We don't really have a choice, either."

"Good job being the voice of reason," the negative smirked.

Killer smirked his iconic grin back. "I try."

"I can't allow it!" Dream shook his head, his eyes shaking. "Aim, I can't lose you too..."

"You can't protect me forever," Aim answered. "The best way to protect me is to accept this deal. And I'm going to."

"L-L-Look a-at that, a-a-anamonly #241 is a-already smar-rter than y-you a-all."

Despite only meeting him once, Aim memorized that voice by heart. He-along with the adults-turned around to see the destroyer staring at them. His arms were crossed and his robe blew in the wind. He glitched in and out of code, but his gaze remained steady.

"Leave," Dream hissed, standing up as his tentacles appeared again.,

"Looks l-l-like you d-don't have c-c-control o-over this s-situation any-ymore, Dre-SHattered," Error mocked. "The b-boy has d-decided, has h-he not?"

"No, he-"

"I have," Aim interjected. "I accept your offer, Destroyer-"

"E-E-Error works f-fine," Error rolled his eyes.

Nightmare walked over to where Dream hung his head low as tears streamed down his face. His uncle hugged the positive closely. "This is our only choice," he whispered slowly. "It's going to be okay..."

"I-I'm not k-kidnapping h-him, i-idiots!" Error hissed. "I-I will v-visit f-frequently to t-train h-him here. W-Why is t-t-that an is-ssue, Dream?"

Dream death-stared Error through his grief-stricken eyes. "I don't trust you..."

"Y-Y-You d-don't h-have a c-choice," The smile that appeared on the destroyer's face shook Aim's soul. He stretched his hand out to the boy. "Come, b-boy, we'll make h-h-history."

Aim stared at the hand. This was it. The moment he would start his path to revenge. The moment he would stop being treated like a child. The moment there would no longer be any secrets.

Aim accepted Error's hand, which made the destroyer glitch. Time warped around him as everything appeared white around him. His family faded as well as the setting around him.

It was the choice that marked his destiny.