Weak. I Just Call My Friends "Fucker 1, Fucker 2, Fucker 3, Fucker 4, And Fucker 5."

It's so fucking hot

'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

Papyrus is autistic

That is exactly why we're getting emotional

i can’t believe we’re getting emotional about this finale when Schlatt’s final bloody words were ‘Flatty Patty’

I could get used to dark mode tumblr

I think it is obvious that i have a small obsession with Alpacas and Llamas

Can people stop saying neurotypicals shouldn’t use stim/fidget toys??????

-people might not be diagnosed or realize they have adhd/autism/whatever and by telling them they cant use the thing you are restricting their access to something they might not even know they need but could help them immensely - esp if they are undiagnosed adhd its so hard to not have anything to fidget with when unmedicated imo

-saying only nd people can use them could make ppl feel they have to reveal diagnoses theyd rather keep private to avoid being looked down on for using them

-fidgeting can help nt people too

-the more people want them, nt and nd, the more available they will become for nd people as well as nt people and that availability can only benefit nds who fidget/stim

-it just generally doesn’t feel right to restrict access to things that benefit everyone (to me at least)

edit since apparently i didnt word this right: this does NOT APPLY to treating them like toys and not for their intended person, eg throwing them. But if nt people wanna fidget with a spinner and arent misusing them dont tell them they cant use it bc theyre nt mmkay

edit 2: I am, in fact, ADHD, if you didn’t pick up on that, and very well understand the importance of fidget toys to those who stim. Please don’t treat me like a neurotypical trying to steal resources from neurodivergent people.

Yandere!Nightmare x Cross.

Warning: Gore, graphic

"Cross my love... don't hide from me.~" Nightmare said. His tentacles were covered in blood of Cross' friends.

Cross was shaking. He was hiding behind a dumpster in an alleyway. You see, Nightmare had murdered everyone. Horror, Ink, Error, Killer, Lust, even Dream. They were all dead. Blood was everywhere. The town was massacred. Cross could see someone's head torn off. He could see the neck bone, how the eyes were wide, how the lips where ripped off. How the blood poured.

Nightmare could sense emotions, but this time it was harder. He wasn't sane and fear came from every direction, making it almost impossible to find him.

Cross was holding Ink when he died a very brutal death. Ink was hit over and over again, being healed, then hurt over again, until Nightmare snapped his neck.

Cross couldn't help. He was to busy trying to break free from his chains. And he did. He managed to cut a tentacle off, allowing him to hold Ink before he dusted. Nightmare's tentacle regrew of course, and Cross ran.

Of course people tried to stop Nightmare. But they couldn't. Error put up quite the fight. Error was the last friend Cross saw alive. Although he heard a very loud snap a few minutes prior.

The town's folks screamed, attacked, hid, and died. Cross Chara wasn't responding. "Oh Cross~ Where are you my love? I promise I won't hurt you unless you make me." Nightmare sang.

Cross' closed were a crimson red. The dumpster Cross was hiding behind moved. Crosby's eyes widened and tears fell. Nightmare smiled and healed down. "P-PleAsE- d-D-d-dOn'T hUrT mE!" Cross sobbed. "Oh love... I would never hurt you~ Come home with me...." Nightmare ordered, his eyes softening at the sight of Cross.

"Y-YOu'rE INSANE!" Cross shouted, hitting Nightmare, trying to get away from him. But he couldn't. Nightmare frowned.

Snap.

Cross screamed in pain has his leg was broken. "I didn't want to do that love.... but you left me no choice." Nightmare said. Cross cried harder, his vision blurring. Nightmare pressed their mouths together. He only pressed harder when Cross didn't kiss back. Cross whimpered and slowly kissed back. Nightmare pulled away, satisfied, and picked up Cross, holding him in his arms.

"Let's go home my love."

I have moments when I'm practically drunk and cant function without drinking anything and I'm starting to think it's because I stay up till one a.m