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"I have a theory," Ink says. He spins the vial through his fingers. He glances down at Dream, and then back up to Blue. He looks like a god, Blue thinks: holding the power of life and death itself. Blue knows better than idol worship, though.
Blue watches as Ink drinks the entirety of his yellow vial.
A bit of gold dribbles down Ink's chin, as he finishes off the last drop. He smiles. His eyes are brighter than the sun, as he swipes his fist across his mouth: collecting the remnants. Blue feels like he should advert his gaze. He doesn't.
Ink hums as he reaches to grab the carving knife that sits in its scabbard: hidden under his pant leg.
Ink must watch after Dream, when Ink heals him with his blood: golden joy flowing through his system.
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- Part 3 of it will come back
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Ink winced as the torrent of wind blasting his skull brought dirt and dust into his eyes. In the driver’s seat Blue was laughing ecstatically.
“Remind me again, why we needed to steal a car of all things?” Dream said nervously.
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Ink waves the papers for emphasis. "This- This is some good stuff! It's... creative!" Inspiring is what Ink does. This is all routine: second nature.
The corner of Dream's mouth twitches. He sneers- at least, he tries to. His features don't exactly allow for a 'sneer', more like... an expression of quiet, contemplative annoyance. "It's not," he breathes out. "It's... embarrassing. Mediocre. A product of my inability to-"
"We should act it out."
Ink acquires some of Dream's erotica. Roleplay seems to be the best thing to do about it.
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Ink jumped up, surveying his work critically with his hands on his hips.
At last, he grinned, face breaking out into a wide smile, eyelights shifting in colors and shapes faster than a carnival ride. He resisted the urge to do a little jig then and there, instead reaching back to draw Broomie.
He couldn't wait to show his friend what he’d created, just for him!
(Ink is many things. He is an artist, a monster, a friend. He is a rival, an enemy, a close confidant, one who tells the truth, one who lies, one who has hopes and dreams.
Ink is many things. And he himself is the one who made it that way, who forged his identity with nothing but some paints, a brush, and HOPE for something different, something better.)
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- Part 2 of monthly (mis)management
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During a fight with Dream the boys decide to inform the God of Positivity that he is technically their Uncle and that he's been doing a piss poor job of it too. The end result is surprisingly wholesome with a funny misunderstanding.
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- Part 2 of Nightmare’s gang as a family drabbles
- Part 1 of Uncle Dream Series