#jubicream

[tarotguided]

@jubicream​

      ❝ Cream, sweetie, sometimes we shouldn’t repeat everything we hear. ❞ A head pat. God. She’s just so mad at the perpetrator, she’s trying her best to hide it in front of Cream.   ❝ Your mom wouldn’t like hearing you say such things. ❞

[metallumdash]

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cream voice: scribbles it out with crayon and hands metal his own so he can draw with her <3

... takes this as an opportunity to draw a roadkill Sonic.

[spookymulti]

@jubicream​ || [x]

   Blaze happily wraps her arms around the smaller animal’s body. Cream was someone she could really be herself around. No need for the usual aloof demeanour she kept up around everyone else. Her quivering tail raised with her mood.

   Reciprocating the embrace, the princess smiled warmly at her friend, a light giggle falling from her mouth. “ Goodness, slow down, Cream. I certainly hope nothing terrible is going on as I came here just to pay you a visit. ”

[funis-infinite]

@jubicream​ || Starter Call ❤

The fringes of the city were conceivably the last few places where one could see nature flourishing. Within the city limits there lay naught but destruction and flame. Buildings had toppled over trees and crushed flowerbeds. Fortuitously, there was still one place that managed to thrive; the park. Half of the place may have been left to rot away, but the emerald green grass that survived the massacre stood strong. Flowers had even been sprouting up as of recent months. The sight of a small critter within the gated perimeter was even starting to become prevalent. The small alcove of serenity within the destitute city brought a feeling of tranquility over the jackal each time he visited. Now being no exception. Knelt in the grass, his claws racked through the soil, leaving behind small red flowers in their wake. All around the park were patches of comparable small red glowing flowers. Each lot being large enough to catch the eye, but small enough as not to overpower the natural beauty of the land.

Rising from his position, his gaze swept over the grasslands only to catch sight of a small and familiar rabbit by the crushed in gates. Her Chao, as always, fluttering happily by her side. The soft glow of reds and pinks now decorating the park were a bit of beacon and he quietly wondered if that was what drew them here. Yet he couldn’t help entertaining the thought of the duo coming here regularly just to tend the plants. That seemed like a very Cream thing to do.

Despite being warned away from the rabbit he still found himself walking closer to the child, stopping right in front of her. Delaying preamble, claws rose to ruffle the girl’s hair. “It is nice to see you, but it is not safe to wander the city like this,”

A pause followed this, his hand moving from Cream to Cheese. The small creature being given a gentle scratch on the head. “It is a good thing you have your friend here to protect you,”

[lightdash]

              “Cream, princess--- get away from him. He ain’t safe.” Call him over protective, but he’s not taking any chances with this. Ever.

[cuniculia-blog]

Gasps!! "Are you one of those Zone Alternate people Mr. Arrow told me about? Oh, are you a pirate version of me, Ms. Cream!"

    Cream's eyebrows shoot up when the other greets her, tilting her head ( satin-soft ears bouncing with her every movement ) and she also gasps, before her eyes glitter a little bit. Cheese ( who’s on her head ) ‘jans’ quietly.

     “ I’m not a pirate, I don’t think? ” Brown eyes stare owlishly. Blink blink blink. “ I don’t think I’m an alternate either...? ”

[lensflaired-blog]

"Faults of the theater? Weren't you talking about how that Cucumber fellow was a horrible actor, and how he was uncouth and ungrateful and stuff? If I had to place a bet, the only fault of the theater in your eyes would be Cucumber! Right...?" C r e a m .

Wait. Is that werewolf still around? Quick, double-check… no? Okay.Immediately, Legato’s whole demeanor changes; less like a child afraid to get tattled on, and more like the star he absolutely is.

“Hahaha!” There it is: the laugh, the smile, the literal spotlight shining down on him. (Ignore that red aura springing to life from his gaze; that has nothing to do with that ghost’s willingness to hold that spotlight above his head. Honest. That ghost is there because he wants to be, and is not at all being possessed.) “I’m afraid I can’t deny anything you’ve just said about our dear friend…”Because, clearly, Cream was the one who had just called him a horrible, uncouth, and ungrateful actor. Her words, not his.

“But, fault of the theater or not, I’ve grown to realize that his shortcomings aren’t entirely his fault! Not all actors can be as brilliant as others! But, I digress. I’ve put our silly arguments behind me! I’ve moved on! I have plays to write, audiences to captivate! I can’t grace the theaters of Dreamside with my endless talents if I’m busy feuding with Cucumber, now, can I?”And that giant, empty cage a pair of ghosts are rolling by in the background, with a tattered Ugly Boy banner draped across the bars? That’s…A decoration.Yes. An odd, out-of-place decoration, nothing more. One not at all intended to be a future prison of any sort.

[weaseling-blog]

[🔫]~               ❝   ABORT  ABORT  A B O R T,  I  DIDN’T  THINK  THERE  WAS  A  DAMN  TODDLER  HERE ! ! ! ! !   ❞