Powerswitch In A Nutshell

"GUYS I HAVE THE PLAGUE!"

*gasping*

"LOL just kidding my life's amazing."

Six is a great musical and honestly Ckeves has a special place in my heart. Howaed and Boylen are still my favorites-

Rushed and ugly and lazy ships

Cream and crosslust

God I'm making Cross such a whore

[This was inspired by some events based on what happened today with my friend on my birthday and also I'm writng this with her-]

[Written on July 1st-July 3rd]

Cross sat down on the swing. No no, not a swing set. But one of those couch swings that are expensive. He liked the swing Nightmare had at the castle. Cross pushed his feet on the pavement and pushed the swing.

He looked at sky. It was hot outside. Like a toaster or oven. Nightmare came out side, his tentacles melting even more in the heat. He came next to Cross and sat next to him on the swing.

Cross blinked. He didn't think and laid down, his head on Nightmare's lap. Cross closed his eyesockets.

Nightmare didn't protest. He felt his goop drift off of him, him going into his passive form. He relaxed.

"When I was younger, my daddy told me, I would never, never amount to nothing special, he'd come at me from every angle. He'd say, "you're the last thing I want, and the last thing I need. How'm I gonna answer when my friends tell me, my son... was kissing boys in the streets. My son, was kissing boys in the streets." Cross sang, relaxed and content. He didn't mind that Nightmare was even there. He felt comfortable about Nightmare.

Maybe he did like the king after all. Maybe Killer and Lust were right.

Cross was just singing random lines from songs.

"My mama told told me it was okay, she said that it was quite alright, our lind of people have a bed for anight, and it was okay." He sang softly. He exhaled.

"Mom, I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me... "My son.." we played piano... "I taught you piano." You would put your hands on mine. "You changed the melody everytime." I would always change the line. "Shh, I know I know." I would always change the line. "I know I know. Un deux trois quatre cinq six Sept huit neuf." Un deux trois quatre cinq six Sept huit neuf. "Good. Un deux trois quatre cinq six Sept huit neuf." Un deux trois.... "Sept hit neuf-... Sept huit.. Sept huti!"

[Google translate says:

One two three four five six Seven eight nine. "One two three four five six Seven eight nine." Good. One two three four five six Seven eight nine. "One two three ...." Seven eight nine -... Seven eight .. Seven eight! "]

Cross let out a shuddering breath as finished the song lyrics. A tear rolled down his cheeks. But he didn't cry.

"You and words obbsed with your legacy, your sentences border unsenseles, and you are paranoid in ever paragraph..." He tried not to cry. Nightmare looked down at Cross. He smiled a bit. He kissed Cross lightly, not letting him say anymore. Cross kisses back as tears fell from his eyesockets.

Nightmare pulled away. And they just stayed there for a while. Not saying anything. But they enjoyed the time they had together.

Cross fell asleep soon after. Nightmare sighed and forced himself into his corrupted form and picked Cross up with his tentecles. He walked inside the castle.

And that was it. That's the end. Their lives arent ours, and we dont get to know what happens. Maybe they got married, had a few kids. Or maybe they stayed friends. Maybe the went their separate ways. Maybe they got married and divorced later in life. Maybe one died. Maybe they both died. Or maybe it all worked out.

I guess we'll never know.

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I HAD TO CHANGE SOMETHINGS I WANTED TO DO BECAUSE I WANTED TO GET IT OUT ON TIME-

@nightmarexcross

IBVS WEEK

DAY FOUR: warring

Warnings: Implied Self harm, violence

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Edward gritted his teeth. He knew Nevin had superstrength. He knew Chris could fight. He knew he couldn't fuck with Drew. He knew he wouldn't hurt Issac. He knew he couldn't hurt Barry.

But he was angry. And he wanted something to hurt. He had to hurt something. Something had to feel pain. He wanted to fight someone. Someone had to hurt. He knew he shouldn't fight Drew. He knew he was fucking up. He caught Drew going home without Nevin.

Assult is illegal, you know? A lot of things are illegal. Drew was weak, he had a broken leg after all. So he punched the back of the smaller boy's head. Drew let out a yelp.

Crutches were a good weapon, no? But fists were fine. Edward had attacked Drew. He walked left Drew on the ground, out cold, and in pain.

But he didn't feel like all his anger was gone. His eyes were dark and dull. And then he pulled out the razor. Edward was now home, in the bathroom. Something had to hurt. Someone had to hurt.

And so two people hurt that day. It was quick. It was painful and painless.

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I wAnTeD tO wRiTe aNgSt bEcAuSe I'm sAd

IBVS belongs toooooooo:

@onebizarrekai

No problem, mate! :3

@nightmarexcross

The original idea/drawing belongs to https://deadfire910.tumblr.com/ (it wouldn’t let me tag their blog)

deadfire910.tumblr.com

DeadFire910

DeadFire910

I meant to make it look a bit different but this was just supposed to made fast.

AND YES I KNOW THAT THOSE ARE NOT THEIR ACTUAL SOUL COLOURS!

Nightmare: @jokublog

Cross: @jakei95 @xtaleunderverse

Here’s a really gay comic I made out of nowhere!

Part 2 here.

@the-best-error

It's just a sketch, but I've never actually drawn driller and it's my otp-

I actually needed this break from identity crisis

I know you post this stuff a decent amount and you can ignore this if you don’t wanna doodle it or if your requests are filled up but oh my gosh your wholesome lampnold gives me life.. may I request the lads just casually hanging out? Please and thank you!!

"Oh, this? It's just one of my silly magic tricks, no big deal"

Collab with @lucjanbnuuy :)

God, these bitches gay, good for them good for them

I'm so fucking scared

Crosslust?