I Agree Actually. I Hate It And Love It. I Hate It Because It Seems Abusive And Toxic, But I've Seen

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

DON'T LET THE FLAME DIE OUT

@nightmarexcross

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Cross." A deep voice said from behind him. Cross freezes in his tracks. "Hi, Boss." He said as cheerful as he could be, turning around to face the King of Negativity.

Nightmare was unamused. Cross was trying to sneak out of the castle. While he could leave when ever he wanted as long as he isn't on a mission or punishment, it was always very odd. Especially at 3:00 a.m in the morning. "Where are you going?" Nightmare asked, raising a bonebrow.

"Just to look at the lovely night sky! Isn't the darkness lovely?!" Cross asked, with the biggest, fakest smile on his face. "It is. And you are a horrible liar, Cross. Something's bothering you. I can tell. This is the fifth time this week I've cause you up around this time." Nightmare stated.

Cross hadn't thought about how Nightmare can literally feel emotions. "Well maybe I just wanna leave the castle at odd times." Cross said, his smiling turning into a grin. Nightmare could tell something was off. Cross had bags under his eyesockets. He looked exhausted. "You can leave in the morning. You need rest. I can't have you functioning horribly on mission because you haven't slept.

[Oof so it didnt save and I gave up]

'Its Monday when I'm writing this. Error fell down the stairs this morning, it was funny. Uh I wish you could have seen it. You would have laughed. It's been two weeks since you went into a coma. I'm not good at writing these. I hope you wake soon, Nightmare.

Your Love, Cross.'

Do you know Eliza and Hamilton? That's what it is. Expect their son is alive. But Cross is going to share Nightmare's story. And when he died Dream will continue. And then Incubux. They'll tell Nightmare's story.

Redraw!! 2020 // 2021

I really liked this ship so I make a drawing in April 2020, now in August 2021 I like this ship again so I made this beautiful redraw, im REALLY PROUD of this redraw, it made me see how much i improve, i love it for that.

Him and La'Lia are twins

'On Monday we met and you took me home.

You gave me a family of friends you see, and I loved you all equally.

Well that isn't true actually. I liked one more than the rest. And it was you. You were so charming. So funny. So smart. So strong and so cool. And you cared about me. You cared about others too.

People say you have bad heart and that you're cruel amd vain. But they don't know the real you.

On Tuesday you grabbed my arm and pulled me aside. I had dropped a glass on the floor shattered. I was scared for a bit. But you gave me a Dustpan and told be to hold still. You took a broom and sweeper it up. You didn't yell or hit. You were... nice.

You told be to be more careful, that I could have hurt myself. And you cared.

On Wednesday, I felt weak. I felt like falling over. The whole left side of me felt weak and tired. You picked me up and you carried me to my bedroom, which took a while because we lived in a castle. He tucked me to sleep, and stayed a bit. You got a book out. I had reached out for your hand and you smiled. You took my hand and held it as a fell asleep.

Apparently Killer walked in when I was asleep. He would always tease me about this. I found it funny. You didn't. That made it better.

On Thursday, Error confided in me about his crush. I remember taking his hands and pulling him close. You walked in on us. We swore it was nothing and that it wasnt what it looked like. You weren't so sure though. You seemed... jealous? In fact you didn't put us in any missions after that.

On Friday you were sick. You caught a cold from Dust. I made you some soup and you thanked me. I liked it. The way you smiled at me. It was lovely. You looked a little different because you were sick. Well really different actually but... I still liked you the same. You were the same person no matter what you looked like.

You said you like how brave and courageous I was. I blushed and shook it off. Telling you I wasnt brave or courageous. You smiled and rolled your eyes. Before you fell asleep you said you loved me. What did you mean by that?

On Saturday you were better and I was glad. We watched a movie. A horror movie. Lust and Killer were scared shitless. Killer and Lust were clutching onto each other. And I was scared too. But I wanted you to think I was brave. But you pulled me closer and said it was okay to be scared. Right. I was stupid. You could feel emotions.

You liked the darkness. It was always dark. We all fell asleep after the fourth movie. Well expect for me amd you. I was on your shoulder and you were on your phone. We laughed at something we saw. You turned your phone off and the only thing I could see was your cyan eyelight. You pressed our mouths together.

On Sunday I was nervous. I was so scared for you. You were in a bad fight with your brother. You said you loved me with all your heart before you went unconscious.

A month later I slept in your bed, praying you would come home okay. We were the same. Error would lead us and we even made a truce with your brother.

In fact him and Killer are together. Did you know that? I'm sure you did.

Half a year later the doctors said it would be a miracle if you woke up. Thing was I was too emotional. I was sick a lot. Then I went to the doctor and it turns out i was pregnant. You're the only one I let into my life. I knew it was yours. I prayed amd prayed. You deserved to meet your kid.

A year later we got news. We were visiting you. All of us. Even your son. I called him Incubux. I think you'd like him. The doctor thought you would wake up. Our son was a few months old.

A few months old. He looked a lot like you. I was excited. Finially you would meet your son.

But you never woke up. You took your last breathe when our son was seven. We were by your sighed and you turned to dust. I never got to tell you I loved you back. But you knew. Incubux is fifteen now. I'm over it now. I still love you. But I dont cry tears of sadness when I remember you. But tears of joy.

Our son has a boyfriend. Error's kid. Oh. Error and Ink got married. So did Killer and Dream actually. Most of us did. Dust and Blueberry, Horror and Lust, SwapLust and Swapfell, but not me. Maybe in another life we can get married.

I'm writing this letter to you, Nightmare. I know how much you liked to read, so I tried to make it worth it. When ever I look at our son I see you. And I know you're watching us.

I'll join you soon. You see, I'm dying. Our son still young. I've made a will. Dream gets our son. I know you would want that. I have a few months left to live. And I'm going to spend each thinking about you. I've made several letters, and I'll give them all to you.

All my love, Cross.'

____

This made ME tear up a bit.

Crossmare angst bro. @nightmarexcross

I think all the crosslust kids know what their parents are known for. Like Lust is supposedly a "slut" and "whore" and Cross is a bad guy who has murdered a lot of people.

La'Lia is a daddy's girl.

Keen is like a flirt. I wouldn't call him a slut because he's like 15. He's just a show off of his body. Like he has good self esteem.

La'Lia has decent self esteem. People who know her dont fuck with her because she'd beat the shit out if them.

The twins took martial arts lessons.

The twins don't get along. Like they fight constantly.

"At least they're both happy."

I love Crossmare but the first ships I loved were Cream and Nightkiller.

It's AnGsTy cRoSsMarE tO mE oKaY

The number one Perirep hater: Timmy Fairywinkle-Cosma.

IBVS WEEK

DAY FIvE: Falling

@onebizarrekai

Warnings: attempt at suicide

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Maybe Edward Quinten, School King, had everything. He had ladies, a good family, popularity, and he didn't have many problems.

But the thing is, with popularity, and high school drama, he could never be himself. He couldn't be who he was as a kid. He liked make believe. That was his shit as a kid.

And he wanted to be a kid again. Actaully he didnt want to be here. Because despite becoming the thing he despised, he hated mean people. He hated the cruel way everyone worked. He hated how hypocritical he was and he hated himself. He hated everything.

And as time passed, With Nevin and Isaac, he realised he could never have everything. He was used to getting what he wanted. Because no one ever said no to him. He always had this mindset that he should be the best.

But once he was the best it was hard to come down. It was like a drug he was addicted to and didn't like it. But addiction was addiction. It'd hard to stop.

He hated himself. He hated the world. He didn't wanna exist. He built a bomb. He was in class. It was set to go off. Drew, Nevin's brother was also in that class. And when it went off, it was Drew who caught Edward and pushed him away from the edge. And then the building collapsed. Edward regretted it. He really did. Maybe he didn't want to die. His strings came in handy. But he couldn't catch Drew or anyone else in time. So he justed watched them. He was now worried about them. His friends. His crush. And this small scared boy he help save him.

He wouldn't admit it. He was careful. But he checked up on Drew in secret when Nevin was at Chris'. Drew was fine. It was nice of Edward to do that. He had also checked up on Isaac.

But he still wanted to die.