Dont Ask What Just Happened

"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-

Fundy's Wedding Song: Altar

It was just a prank

It was all fake, we weren't actually meant to go on a date.

We had a feast, and watched a movie

Then we did some unspeakable things

And we both loved it all so so much,

So we went outside to the parking lot,

I opened up my trunk, and I pulled a beautiful ring

I said "Hey, we had really really good time. I never want to say good bye."

You went, "Well all my friends are married as well, so I guess we should join in."

And I laughed, I smiled and I admit I cried

I made sure it was all perfect,

I only invited personal Friends

I knew how much you liked to blow things up, I mean it's pretty obvious you blew up my dad's country-

But anyways I prepared the cannons.

The little gremlin children came down,

They made sure to not let us down,

And flowers were upon us.

Your bestfriend, he walked you down the aisle

My best man, was supposed to be adoptive father but he didn't show up to sign the papers-

The braidsmaids danced around, they all looked so damn proud.

My father, who was a ghost, was ready to sign us to life.

I looked at you, and you looked at me.

We said our vows, handed us our rings, and we were about to kiss when your ex screamed

He hit me, he took you by the arm, you followed you reluctantly

And you two kissed

And Sapnap screamed, George fled, but before he did,

He said you didn't pull back!

Tommy came up and asked if you did, you didn't answer and he laughed, Tommy came up to me, put his hand on my shoulders

Everyone started to scream

Then I said "quiet", and asked, "why?"

And then you left me standing at the altar

Standing at altar

Wondering what I should do

I was left standing at the altar

Altar

I wish I could alter time

You left me standing by the altar

Standing by the altar,

I wish I could go back in time

To tell myself,

Not to open that trunk.

Instead I'm standing at the altar haven't even changed out of my suit.

You left me standing...

In shock, and by the altar. Forever.

(This is just a song I'm not actually shipping Dream and Fundy or Dream and George it's just for fun! :D)

[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.

__________

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

@nightmarexcross

I'm making a oneshot on this now.

Cross: What the-!? Why is your back all scratched up?!

Passive! Nightmare: *Flashback to messing with a rabid raccoon after Cross told him not to*

Passive! Nightmare: ..I’m having an affair!

Isn't he just dreamy?

I cant fucking sleep. Its 2:16 a.m.

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

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

HI YES IM HERE- I HEARD JONTY-

WER MY JEROME X MONTY SHIPPERS AT

IM FUCKING LATE TO THIS SHIP JESUS

Oh my god I feel the exact same way I would absolutely die if anyone knew IRL found out about what I like and the stuff I've made. I love the fandoms to death but I hate the feeling of being judged.

Are you going to continue whit youre ask blog of dhmis? ;-;

I wasn't going to answer this, but I figured you guys deserve one.

I've tried to get back into DHMIS so many times. Although I love the original source material to death, it's the fan base I absolutely cannot stand.

I have met some great friends through that fandom, but I've also met people who really wrecked up any positive association I had left with the fandom.

That's not to say I'll delete the blog or whatever, but I might just stop. Maybe if I get another hyperfixation cycle I could do more in the future, but nothing long term. The blog really helped me get through the first two years of highschool, but it has since gone downhill.

I find the blog a little... embarrassing now?? Like. If some of my friends found out I run/ran a DHMIS ask blog I think I would legit pass away. I know cringe culture is dead or whatever, but it's still very deep within me. Cringe culture has left scars that may never heal.

I don't like thinking about it much anymore. I don't think it's in "trigger territory" just yet, but it still gives me not-so-good memories. Like I said, I'll still adore the original DHMIS series but I rather not participate in the fandom all that much anymore.