Love Or Betrayal Chapter 7 Are Here : Gift (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

J'ai fais Rango de Mario Odyssey, parce que lorsque mon frère y a jouer, il a eu peur de ce lapin et il voulais que je fasse un dessin sur ce personnage😂

Je l'ai dans le Pays du Lac, parce que c'est à cet endroit qu'on se bat contre lui pour la première fois

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I did Rango by Mario Odyssey, because when my brother played there, he was afraid of that rabbit and he wanted me to draw a picture of that character😂

I have it in Lake Country, because this is where we fight against him for the first time

Happy birthday @zu-is-here (=ﾟωﾟ)ノ☆

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Heya😊

Today is the eleventh day of the Nightmarecember, on the theme "Cards"

I made a card on Nightmare in corruption form, and in its previous form. I loved making this card😊

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Heya😊

Aujourd'hui c'est le onzième jour du Nightmarecember, sur le thème "Cartes"

J'ai fait une carte sur Nightmare en forme corruption, et sous sa forme d'avant. J'ai beaucoup aimée faire cette carte😊

“Jealous of who? Of this guy? It's not like he's more interesting than me, or that you seem to have better discussions with him.”

Tears streamed down his cheeks, forcing him to wipe them away in a swift, angry gesture. He hated crying so much when he was angry... And he had no reason to be, Killer had the right to talk to whoever he wanted. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't like seeing him happy... Even if it was by talking to a stranger who could turn out to be dangerous at any moment.

Even if this stranger seemed better than him in so many ways that he almost wondered how he dared compare himself to him: he was prettier, more magnetic, he could so easily make Killer laugh and he seemed to be the kind of daring person that Killer liked so much.

No, he wasn't jealous. He wasn't jealous because he'd never be a match for him. A fight lost in advance was still a useless fight to make.

“You're wrong,” whispered Killer. “You're more interesting than you think, and more interesting than him too. You're stronger, more loyal and more adorable than he is. And there's something you've got that he'll never have, not even in his wildest dreams.”

“What,” Cross ventured.

Killer wiped away the last of the tears with his thumb, playing over the scar several times until the former guard blushed a deep, luminous purple. Proud of himself, he placed a kiss on his teeth, gentle and almost ephemeral if he wasn't sure that his lover would still feel it over the next few hours. Then he added in a velvety voice:

“My love.”

“Cheater.”

Despite his words, Cross kissed him again, warmth in his face and butterflies in his stomach. He'd been doomed ever since he'd fallen for that silly charmer. To his great delight.

Jealousy… As I mentioned, Cross can't hide his emotions, especially something like this 💜

Killer belongs to rahafwabas Cross belongs to jakei

Happy birthday to my little baby ꒰♡ˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈꒱.⑅*♡

It's a bit short, but there's no angst, miracle. One day I'll publish some stuff about him ♪♪(o*゜∇゜)o～♪♪

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

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Les deux enfants rentrèrent dans la boulangerie, accompagnés de Killer et saluant le vendeur, une tortue plutôt âgé. Ils se dirigèrent vers les vitrines, regardant les nombreuses tapisseries et viennoiseries disposés : des forêt noires, des gâteaux fruités remplis de crème, des milles-feuilles, des chou à la crème, des tartes au citron meringuée, des macarons, des éclairs au chocolat et au café, des pains au chocolat et des croissants.

— Ça a l'air trop bon, s'extasia Aim devant la vitrine, les étoiles dans les yeux.

Après avoir choisi deux gâteaux, une forêt noire et un gâteau au fruit, Killer demanda le plus naturellement du monde :

— Lequel vous voulez ?

— Mais Papa a dit que on devait juste chercher deux gâteaux, et qu'on devait pas prendre autre chose au sinon on allait pas finir de manger.

Nuisance avait dit ça en regardant le plus grand, comme s'il essayait de déceler si cela était un simple test ou oubli de sa part. En voyant son sourire confiant, il comprit qu'il n'avait pas oublier ça ou quoi que se soit d'autre, il n'avait juste pas envi d'écouter cet ordre qui lui avait initialement été donné.

— Night sais bien que quand on rentre dans une boulangerie avec des enfants il faut aussi prendre une petite pâtisserie pour le gouter. Et si on les mange sur le chemin du retour, il n'en saura rien. Alors, vous voulez quoi ?

— Celui au chocolat là-bas, répondit rapidement le plus petit.

— On appelle ça un éclair au chocolat... Mais j'aurais pensé que tu aurais pris le chou à la crème.

Tout en disant cela, il désigna la fameuse pâtisserie, sachant que Aim ne pouvait pas lire les petites pancartes devant la nourriture.

— C'est vrai que ça a l'air bon, mais il n'y a pas de chocolat.

Le plus grand sourit avant de demander la fameuse pâtisserie, ainsi qu'un mille-feuille au vendeur. Pendant que ce dernier commencer à prendre la nourriture pour les mettre dans une des petites boites en carton fins, il redemanda la même question à l'enfant aux yeux vairons, ne voulant pas qu'il soit le seul à ne rien avoir. Ce dernier regarda de nouveau le plus grand dans les yeux, avant de retourner son attention sur son cousin qui lui souriait comme pour l'encourager à prendre quelque chose. Finalement il bredouilla d'une petite voix :

— Des macarons.

Le squelette à l'âme bicolore lui frotta la tête, pas surpris le moins du monde par ce choix. Puis lorsqu'ils partirent de la boulangerie, remerciant la tortue, il donna les petits gâteaux aux deux enfants, qui s'empressèrent d'en prendre un morceau. Nuisance tendit un macaron marron à Aim avant de rajouter :

— C'est au chocolat si tu veux gouter... Kills, Papa va être en colère contre nous s'il découvre qu'on lui a désobéit.

— Ne t'inquiète pas, il ne saura pas. Et puis, s'il le découvre, ce ne sera pas contre vous qu'il sera en colère, mais contre moi.

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The two children entered the bakery, accompanied by Killer and greeting the shop assistant, a rather elderly turtle. They walked towards the shop windows, looking at the many tapestries and pastries on display: black forest, fruity cakes filled with cream, mille-feuilles, cream puffs, lemon meringue tarts, macaroons, chocolate and coffee eclairs, pains au chocolat and croissants.

"It looks so good", Aim exclaimed in front of the window with stars in his eyes.

After choosing two cakes, a black forest and a fruit cake, Killer asked most naturally:

"Which one do you want?"

"But Papa said we should just get two cakes, and that we shouldn't get anything else or we wouldn't finish eating."

Nuisance had said this while looking at the taller boy, as if trying to detect whether this was a simple test or an oversight on his part. Seeing his confident smile, he knew he hadn't forgotten that or anything else, he just didn't feel like listening to the order that had originally been given to him.

"Night knows that when you go into a bakery with children you have to take a little pastry for a snack. And if you eat them on the way home, he won't know. So what do you want?"

"The chocolate one over there," the little one answered quickly.

"It's called a chocolate eclair... But I would have thought you would have taken the cream puff."

As he said this, he pointed to the famous pastry, knowing that Aim couldn't read the little signs in front of the food.

"It does look good, but there's no chocolate."

The taller boy smiled before asking the vendor for the famous pastry and a mille-feuille. As the latter started to take the food and put it in one of the small thin cardboard boxes, he asked the same question to the child with the minnow eyes, not wanting him to be the only one without anything. The latter looked the taller boy in the eye again, before returning his attention to his cousin who was smiling at him as if to encourage him to take something. Finally he stammered in a small voice:

"Macaroons."

The skeleton with the two-tone soul rubbed his head, not surprised in the least by this choice. Then as they left the bakery, thanking the turtle, he gave the little cakes to the two children, who hurried to take a piece. Nuisance handed Aim a brown macaroon before adding:

"It's chocolate if you want a taste... Kills, Dad will be angry with us if he finds out we disobeyed him."

"Don't worry, he won't find out. Besides, if he does find out, he won't be mad at you, he'll be mad at me."

HorrorDust One-Shot : I don't want to kill you (⁠⊃⁠｡⁠•́⁠‿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)⁠⊃

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Howdy,

I come back with a drawing on Dreamtale. This is one of the saddest moments of this story I find, and I drew it😅

Nightmare belong to @jokublog

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Howdy,

Je reviens avec un dessin sur Dreamtale. C'est l'un des moment les plus triste de cette histoire je trouve, et je l'ai dessiné😅

Nightmare appartient à @jokublog

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Howdy😊

I do this post for the Nightmarecember, but to tell the truth I’m very hesitant to put this one😥

I totally missed it, and I raged😅

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Howdy😊

Je fais ce post pour le Nightmarecember, mais à vrai dire j'ai beaucoup hésiter à mettre celui là😥

Je l'ai totalement rater, et j'ai rager😅

A Kross ship one-shot ( ´͈ ॢꇴ `͈ॢ)･*♡

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Leviathantale belongs to @skumhuu