Reference One: Https://amezure.tumblr.com/post/628648961254768640/500-hands-in-5-days-feel-free-to-use-them-for

So, TW, abuse, toxicity, break ups,

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So I never really knew you

God I really tried too,

Blindsighted, addicted

Thought we could really do this, but really we were foolish

In hindsight it's obvious,

talking with my sister I ask why do you love this guy, she i said "I dont really know, but it's love and that's fine."

Some mistakes get made that's alright, that's okay,

You can think that you're in love

when your really just in pain

Some mistakes get made, that's alright, that's okay, in the end I'm sure that there's a moral to our stories

It's funny memory,

Can turn into a bad dream,

When running wild,

Turns violentile,

Remember how we hid in my closet?

Just like our sexualities did,

So romantic, But you never even loved me!

God I should have seen the signs!

Talking with parents they asked, "where did you find these friends?" I said, "I don't really know, but it's true and that's fine!"

You that, Some mistakes get made that's alright, that's okay,

You can think that you're in love

when your really just in pain

Some mistakes get made, that's alright, that's okay, in the end it's better for us, what's the moral of our story!?

They say it's better to have loved and lost, then never to feel love at all.

That's just a loud of shit.

But we just need to tell you all.

Some mistakes get made that's alright, that's okay,

You can think that you're in love

when your really just in engaged

Drama will get to you, and that's alright, it's okay, soon it will be better for us, there's a moral to our stories, right?

Some mistakes were made, is that fine? It's not okay, some mistakes I've made were never right, I'm not okay, but I promise I'd stick around for the better of our stories.

Some mistakes get made that's alright, that's okay,

You can think that you're in love

when your really just in pain

I've made some bad mistakes,

I'm still crying

It's okay

We can get through this honey, I know that there's a moral to our stories!

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I remember listening to MOTS and thinking, "wow this fits me and my friends. I wonder what would happen if I made it more like us." And this is what I have. I keep thinking, "There's gotta be a reason why were are all like this."

My friends and I were kind of violent. Physically I was the worst. Maybe verbally too. But we were toxic to each other. It's wrong to say, but that's how we clicked. That's how we worked. That's how we liked it. And hated it. We were perfect for each other. The friend group was always mixed up, and for me, I was really the glue.

I try and I try but it's so so hard to change. I believe the song isnt just about romantic relationships, but platonic ones too. So yeah. Based on real events.

Guess what

@deadfire910isstanningninjago

I have another account lmao

WHY ISNT THERE MORE OF THIS EBEHEHEJEJ-

After extensive research I've come to the devastating conclusion that there is no content for crosslust

I'm in a human mood so I utilised my own versions

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

Part 2 here.

W what happened

Working on a fanfic. (Not the Affairs sadly) and I have no fucking clue what to do or how to right this.

[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

No problem, mate! :3

@nightmarexcross

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

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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

I'm so fucking scared

Crosslust?

congrats on ten million subs, big man