Crossmare - Blog Posts

added a bit more to the animation(animatic?) i posted previously

I was just gonna add this reblog style under that post, but tumblr wouldn’t allow me to do that …so here we are

now it's 7 frames instead of 4 😧, also fixed Cross’s arms a bit so they don’t look like they are elongating nearly as badly (I believe they still slightly look like that, but oh well, I tried)

Not postin the frames this time because no :)

Anyway, in short, I love them, have a nice day \(ü)

Credits-

Nightmare: Jokublog

Cross: Jakei95

Little animation, took 6 & 1/2 hours, but it was fun

Headcanon that, when nightmare does something affectionate, he sorta just does it impulsively without letting the receiver know what he’s gonna do.

Frames:

(Was originally gonna be grey background but I liked the pink more)

Lineart:

Initial sketch | nightmare warmup drawing

Credits-

Nightmare: Jokublog

Cross: Jakei95

(Might add a little more to it later …don’t know yet)

Here’s an in-between of a 3 paneled comic I won’t finish and a cross doodle

…I find the art style difference between this and my previous post to be funny as hell

(And I don’t know if it’s just my internet, but recently posts have been pixel-y as hell, so sorry if that’s what it looks like)

Credits:

Cross- Jakei95

Nightmare- Jokublog

Tryin somethin sorta new, went a little less cartoony then I usually do, decided to practice crosshatching and lighting

I don’t usually draw Nightmare in hoodies, but I feel like he’d def be the type to wear one in bed. And (personal hc) I like to think he uses pet names when attempting to comfort, plus the thought of him calling Cross “sweetboy” was very cute, so yeah.

…I completely forgot to put words in the book …ignore that 💀

Drawing breakdown:

Bonus:

Other drawing | skull practice

Credits:

Nightmare- Jokublog

Cross- Jakei95

Here’s them again, I just wanted to draw cross very happy, cause I felt like it, that’s bout it 👍

After I was done with it, I was looking at it, …and realized how fruity this could be taken as (in comparison so my other posts) but oh well, they just cuddlin

Also happy early b day to Cross cause I prob won’t post tomorrow

Without the filters | practice-

Credits-

Nightmare: Jokublog

Cross: Jakei95

I tried the comic thing again, was fun, but the piece took 7 hours cause of it

procrastinated on this severely cause >:PPP, m pretty sure I was drawn this over a week or two, which usually doesn’t happen, I like how it turned out, just really didn’t want to draw for some reason

That’s bout it, don’t know when I’ll post again tho 💀

Have a nice day 👋😬

Credits-

Nightmare: Jokublog

Cross: Jakei95

Hi, m still obsessed with these two fuckers, but m goin through severe art block, missed drawin them tho so have this

My brain wants to draw so badly, but I got zero fuckin ideas …the struggle is real 😬👌

Credits-

Cross: Jakei95

Nightmare: Jokublog

TW: Eyestrain & Blood imagery

For the first one I completely forgot that he bleeds purple, so yeah, remembered by the time I got to the second one tho 💀

So this comes off of a hc for nightmare that I have where the more pissed off he gets, the more nightmarish he begins to look. In the first image he’s more normal looking bc he’s focusing his attention on Cross and in the second he’s pissed, but still holding back cause he’s more worried, but they’ll probably regret doing that later.

I like how the colors turned out, but they’re a bit dark

This background choice was sorta random, bc I couldn’t think of one for a long time, but I think it turned out ok.

Credits-

Nightmare: Jokublog

Cross: Jakei95

Goin for that “Target Spotted” type feel, I like how this one turned out

Also, I enjoy the headcanon where Cross has cold intolerance (which is why I almost always draw him in winter clothing) it’s an interesting idea

Maybe I’ll do more like this, who knows

Credits-

Nightmare: Jokublog

Cross: Jakei95

Animation practice bc I haven’t done that in years 💀

It’s simple but I like how it came out :)

Also a mini comic of after

I need to get better at backgrounds so badly, but I’m procrastinating LMAO

Credits-

Cross: Jakei95

Nightmare: Jokublog

Working on my “simplistic” style since I haven’t used it in a minute lmao …think it turned out pretty okay

Also wanted to draw Cross in a less complicated hoodie

…I swear they take up most of my brain space recently

Credits-

Cross: Jakei95

Nightmare: Jokublog

They watchin a movie

They’re so much fun to draw, but I didn’t know how to draw them kiss (cause they don’t have lips) so WALL·E kiss it was

Here’s one w out shading cause I liked how Nm’s colors turned out :>

This is a funky way I’ve been coloring him lately, I like it more then what I was doing before (winging it)

Here’s a little “chart” I made for it

It’s sorta based off of phone screen smearing and oil puddles (I mean that in the most loving way possible I swear 💀)

Credits-

Cross: Jakei95

Nightmare: Jokublog

So, read loyal servant, it was adorable so I have fanart of it

I loved the part when they went back to the lake so I drew that :)

Bonus random doodles:

I love them a lot

Credits-

Nightmare: Jokublog

Cross: Jakei95

Loyal Servant: applebloomer1

I was looking for Cross centric fics, and along the way...

..l've decided I like this ship

Bonus:

Here's some sketches of nightmare before I landed how I wanted to draw him

Credits-

Nightmare: Jokublog

Cross: Jakei95

(Both on tumblr)

big fucking redraw … oh my god, im such a cancer

Can I join the party fashionably late and say that I’m very soft for this too now? So wholesome, I can’t

Well here’s this XD I was feeling really soft for Crossmare, all of a sudden, so that’s what it ended up being

@lights-camera-stagefright (since you wanted me to tag you in this)

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     It had been a long, restless week for the Bad Sanses, and no-one was feeling that exhaustion more than their irritable leader. Dream had been pushing back at them hard, undoing much of their hard work as he spread positivity through the Multiverse. In order to keep any of their efforts from being unraveled, they had to fight almost nonstop for days. The gang was smart enough to sleep in shifts so that someone would be awake to alert the others of the Star Sanses’ movements.

Nightmare, however, had not slept for the entire week- and it showed. He was practically glued to his coffee mug, seeming to live dependently on the caffeine-laced liquid. His tentacles, which usually twirled about in the air behind him energetically, now swayed drowsily near the ground like heavy branches of a decaying oak tree. Now and then, he would drop his head into his hand and mutter something, clearly not paying any attention to the newspaper he had in front of him.

     Cross frowned at him from the other side of the breakfast table, uninterested in the omelet that Horror had served him. When was the last time the fool had even taken a nap? It had to have been before this mini-war had begun. Just in thinking about it, he felt his face pull into a deeper frown. They couldn’t have him passing out in the middle of a battle. Despite all of the arguments he had gotten into with his boss, he was genuinely concerned for him. And coffee certainly was no substitute for a night of rest.

He pushed his chair back suddenly, walking to his boss’ side. “Put that down and get up,” He ordered, receiving a glare almost immediately. Something utterly incoherent slipped out of Nightmare’s mouth, then he blinked and tried again.

     “…’s not your job to tell me what to do,” He spat, wobbling. Cross guided his hand down and pushed the newspaper onto the table, then he worked the mug out of Nightmare’s clawed fingers. His grumbles of protest were half-hearted and went unobserved. 

“You need sleep, Night,” Cross told him, waiting for the sulking Lord of Negativity to look up at him. When he did, he had the expression of an angry child. “Don’t give me that look. You’re exhausted, and no one in this damned castle is helping you. Just… get up.” He slipped one of his arms around the goopy mess of a being, easing him to his feet.

     Nightmare sighed and draped an arm across the knight’s shoulders, still scowling. “I can walk on my own,” He argued, earning himself a chuckle in response.

“No you can’t, idiot. Look, you’re tripping over your own feet.” Cross was correct, the sleep-deprived leader hardly lifted his feet with each step. If it weren’t for Cross, he likely would’ve tread upon his own tentacles and fell face-flat on the ground. They walked like this until they got to Nightmare’s room, which was at the end of a long, dark corridor. Cross knew Nightmare could see in the dark, but he sometimes wondered if it would be such a crime to light some torches in the halls- at least for the convenience of the rest of the gang.

     The room was a mess. Books and clothes were everywhere, loose papers were scattered across the floor, and black puddles coated almost every surface- even the walls. Fortunately enough, there wasn’t a lot that he had to brush off of the bed. He helped Nightmare sit down, and the Lord of Negativity fell back gratefully into his pillows.

“There you go. You don’t have to make this so difficult,” Cross told him in a low voice, pulling his blankets over him. Nightmare scowled back, but he seemed a lot less irritable.

     “Mmn, whatever.” He snuggled his head into the pillows, then tensed. His eye flickered up to Cross, a look of panic entering his gaze as the knight made his way back to the door. “Don’t go.”

Cross stopped, turning to look at him in surprise. He saw a strange vulnerability in the eye of his boss, and it took him a second to process the statement. Stay. Why did he need Cross’ company? Now that he thought of it, Nightmare had always been reluctant to get any rest. There was probably a good reason for this, but he didn’t want to push him for answers. Instead, he nodded and pushed the door shut halfway, sitting on the floor since there were no chairs in the room.

     Nightmare visibly relaxed, his eye shutting in contentment. Not long after, his breathing slowed and his face softened. How he could look so peaceful in his sleep was a mystery. Cross quietly stood and began to clean the room, feeling like he should keep himself busy. He stacked all of the loose papers neatly on the decluttered desk and slipped all of the books back onto the bookshelves. Uncertainly, he bunched up all of the clothes and tossed them on the floor in Nightmare’s walk-in closet. With a sigh, he supposed the room was now at the very least clean enough to allow one to walk about freely.

He turned back, noticing Nightmare was twisting about in his sleep. He was muttering something under his breath, face twitching into a dreadful frown. Cross only found it odd when he whimpered, so quiet it could have been his imagination. Was he… having a nightmare? Cross should have known this was why he refused to sleep. After all, his very name suggested that he wasn’t one to have healthy dreams.

     Moving closer to his bedside, Cross reached out to comfort his uneasily. He didn’t sign up for this… But he had gotten awfully close to the gang members, and he considered them to be his family. He felt sympathy for Nightmare, who had been through so much and lived so many years in a state of torment and pain. He was bad at hiding it from the people he opened up his castle to. Cross could tell that he needed someone to help him through his problems, and although he didn’t like the idea of being a soft, sensitive person, maybe that was what he must become to help Nightmare.

The sleeping leader flinched at his touch, then seemed to realize he wasn’t trying to harm him. Rather suddenly, a tentacle reached out and curled around Cross, tugging him up onto the bed next to Nightmare. He gasped in surprise, especially when the creature of negativity and darkness wrapped his arms around him. The hug was tight, desperate to keep him from leaving.

     “It’s alright,” He whispered after a minute of surprise. Cross rubbed his arms softly, trying to ease his tension. “I’m not going to leave you.”

Nightmare snuggled into his jacket, his frown softening at the edges. Whatever Cross had done seemed to have calmed him, and once again he was sleeping peacefully. “Geez, you are a mess,” He chuckled quietly, feeling his own tension fade despite being in a strangle-hold by both of Nightmare’s arms and a tentacle. “No wonder you’re so irritable all of the time.”

     Cross felt a creeping feeling of sadness take hold of his mind. He had spoken to Dream before about their past, curious to find a way to bring some amount of peace to the goopy skeleton. Didn’t he say that they had been inseparable when they were younger? He realized that Nightmare was likely extremely lonely, now that he had no one to come to when he was hurting. This strange desire to have someone close to him must have originated from the loss of his brother.

When he tried to pull away, feeling a bit uncomfortable, Nightmare sobbed in his sleep and held him back with another tentacle. Cross felt something inside him twist at that sad, pained noise. “I’m sorry, Night. I’m here. I’m not going to leave you. Not like he did.” He sank into the odd, somewhat sticky hug, wrapping his own arm around Nightmare’s.

     He would likely get stabbed when Nightmare woke up, but that was alright. Cross found that he didn’t mind- he was going to be here and help Night, no matter what it took. Besides, he kind of enjoyed the attention. They remained together for the rest of the day, their breathing matching as the knight found himself dozing off, incredibly safe and warm in the arms of the only person that had welcomed him in without hesitation.

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I did not proof read this, so I hope it isn’t too messy XD

'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.

'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

"The Confrontations."

Part three of the Affairs.

Lust looked in the mirror. His brother as off somewhere. God he could really use someone. But he had to do this alone.

He walked out the house and called his husband. "Lust?" Error asked. He sounded tired. Lust steadied himself. "I need to talk to you." Lust said. "Um, Okay? Should we-" but Error was cut off. "In thirty minutes at the park." Lust said. He hung up the phone. He had a look of determination on his face. "You can do this." Lust said to himself. He smiled.

___

Cross's jaw was dropped and he stared at Nightmare. Nightmare blushed a lavender, him being in his passive form and all. He gave a grin at his husband. He nodded and put a hand over the front of his spine.

Cross closed his mouth. Cross started to cry. "Honey are you okay?" Nightmare asked. Cross nodded. "I'm just so-so happy." Cross said through tiny sobs. He was overjoyed. Cross hugged Nightmare. "I love so so so much." Cross said, his head resting on Nightmare's shoulder.

"I love you too."

"My moon."

"My...X?.... No that sounds like I'm calling you my ex-"

Cross giggles. "We'll figure it out."

___

Error looked at the surrounds, waiting for Lust to arrive. Lust walked up to Error. "Error." Lust said firmly. "Hey." Error said. He had a feeling he knew what this was about. "I want a divorce."

Error looked relieved. "I do to. And I'm sorry for how I treated you, it's just that you're the only one who ever shows me affection and I thought I loved you and then i treated you how i was treated, and i know it was wrong, and I cheated, and I'm sorry. I can get the papers and you don't owe me anything."

Lust furrowed his eyebrows. He smacked Error hard. "I've known for a while now. And I agree. I don't owe you anything."

Error winced and looked away in shame.

He nodded. "It'll take a couple of months to get a divorce, as I'm sure you know, so uh...."

"I'll pack my bags and move back in with my brother where I've been staying for the past week."

Error nodded. "If you need any-"

"I don't need your help."

Error nodded. Lust turned away, pride on his face and he walked off. Error sighed. He texted Ink

'I'm getting divorced in two months.'

(So where I live it takes 60 days to get divorced if there ARENT children.)

'How'd it go?' Ink asked.

"Not awful, I only got slapped.'

'Did you apologize like I told you to?'

'Yes, Squid.'

'You did the best you could, Glitchy.'

_____

Lust went to his shared house with Error and started packing his bags. He did it. He was so excited. He'd call his brother when he was done packing.

___

"Are you done?" Nightmare asked his husband. "I'm jUsT sO hApPy."

____

It's short but I was just really excited to get my ideas out LUST WILL HAVE HIS JUSTICE SERVED

@nightmarexcross

Sorry I killed(autocorrect: kissed) mod error lmao

"The Solutions."

Part two of "The Affairs."

Lust teleported to a local park. He sat on a bench and sniffled. Ge was afraid of what Error would do to him. Would Nightmare tell Error?

Error and Nightmare WERE good friends afterall. But Lust hadn't gotten a or text since Nightmare caught them. Although, it was only two hours ago. Lust loved Error. Error was funny and strong, he was kind to Lust. Was. When they were married he was always drunk and angry.

Lust sniffled as tears ran down his cheek bones. He started sobbing quietly. He sobbed for a while. He remembers how good things used to be. Even when he was called a slut, it was still better than it was now.

Horror was walking outside. He was tired and hungry. He didn't have anyone on him. He noticed Lust crying on the bench.

He didn't know if he should approach Lust. Everyone knew Lust was Error's husband, and how possessive Error was. But Lust was crying.

Horror had spoken to Lust a few times, and he considered Lust a good acquaintance.

Horror carefully made his way to Lust. He wasn't actually sure what to say. Nightmare did teach the gang comforting skills. Surprising, I know. But he did. His excuse was, "I don't want you all becoming Killer when Dust asks him to race him down the stairs."

"Uh.. Lust.. ya um...'kay?" Horror asked. Lust tensed amd looked up at Horrorm he visibly relaxed seeing it wasn't Error or anyone else he didn't trust. Lust let put a shaky, "No."

Horror bit his non existent lip, taking a seat next to Lust. The two sat in silence. Lust hugged Horror tightly and started crying even harder than he was before.

Horror patted his back. Lust sobbed out everything. The affair with Error, His affair with Cross, what Error was like, and what happened only two hours ago. Horror sat in shook. His fists tightened. "He can't treat ya like that!" Horror said.

Lust shook his head. "I dont blame him for never loving me. You know as well as I do that he had his problems."

"Still doesn't justify what he did." Horror stated. Lust nodded and cuddled closer to Horror.

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Error thought about everything. He never loved Lust. He thought for a while. Ink was there. Lust was the only one to show him affection. But when they were married he started taking his anger out on Lust. He saw Lust more often when he was anger.

Error treated Lust gow he was treated. Ink told him it wasn't right. And Error decided he wanted a divorce. The thing was he didn't want to hurt Lust, so he started making it obvious he wasn't into Lust, hoping HE would get the divorce.

He was currently cuddling with Ink on the couch, watching Undernovela. He was waiting for Lust to come home. He wasn't drunk. He was prepared. He was ready to apologize.

__

Cross cuddled closer to Nightmare. Nightmare rolled his eye, a tentacle petting Cross. Cross beamed. The bed felt nice. It was so soft and comfortable. Nightmare was reading a c h o n k y book. Cross drew circles on Nightmare's tentacles.

Nightmare grinned and looked over at Cross. "You're cute." Nightmare said.

Cross smiled. "I know. You are too~"

Nightmare set his book down and set it to the side. Nightmare focused for a bit and turned into his passive form. He yawned and stretched. He laid down next to Cross. Cross kissed Nightmare. Nightmare kissed back.

Nightmare strokes the back of Cross's skull. Cross pulled away and smiled. Nightmare looked away. "How would you feel if we ever had kids?" Nightmare asked. Cross blushed a purple and started thinking. "I mean, kids would be fine. I like some of them."

"Good because I'm pregnant."

"EXCUSE ME?!"

___

That part two. There will be a part three because why not. Plus I like writing this soap opera. @nightmarexcross

I hope you enjoy-

I tried to Include Crossmare in this part and I'm tired so I tried to incorporate how nice this bed feels.

The end tho-

I tried to end it off funny for this part.

"The affairs."

Does this count as Crossmare Angst? @nightmarexcross

[SwEaRinG]

[Implied (?) Things]

[Inspired by the following songs: Say No To This, Congratulations, Burn, First Burn, Selfish, Bad Girlfriend, Roxanne, I don't need your love.]

Cross stroked the purple skeleton's cheek. The Skelton was wearing a purple jacket, a black crop top underneath. Lust smiled, his heart shaped eyelights glowing.

Cross and Lust had been seeing each other for almost a year without their husbands knowledge.

Yeah that's right. They were both married to other people. Cross married to Nightmare, while Lust was with Error. Lust and Cross would meet alone in the bedroom when ever their husbands were gone.

They had nice times, then they fell in love. They knew it was wrong. Immoral. They truly loved their husbands, but they also loved each other.

'You treat me so much better than Error' Lust said once. 'You love me so much more then Nightmare.' Cross replied.

Cross loved Nightmare a lot. Cross didn't feel loved most of the time. Nightmare wasn't as affectionate as Cross, even if Nightmare did love Cross.

Error on the other hand, didn't love Lust. In fact he too, was having an affair. Lust knew it too. Error didn't trust Lust right.

The first time they ever cheated was when Lust came crying to Cross about Error. Nightmare was on a business trip with Dream.

Cross comforted the smol, held him close and whispered sweet words to him. Lust kissed Cross. Cross had kissed back.

But back to present time. Cross pulled Lust onto his lap and kissed his temple. Lust giggled a bit and kissed Cross's cheek. "How was your week?" Cross asked.

"Error left to "hang out with some friends" and came back drunk. He left this." Lust said and pointed to a faint scar. Cross kissed it, pulled back and frowned. "Yours?" Lust asked back.

"Good. I did some writing. As much as I love Nightmare, I'm glad he left on ANOTHER business trip. Though should be back tomorrow."

"Actually I came home early." A deep voice said. The couple turned to see Nightmare, his cyan eye narrowed, his arms crossed.

Cross sputtered, his eyes widening. Instead of pushing Lust away, he pulled Lust closer. Nightmare gritted his teeth. "In OUR bed? How long has THIS been going on?" Nightmare asked. Lust shivered in fear. Not from Nightmare, but at the thought of what Error would do if he knew about the affair.

Nightmare's fists tightened, waiting for an answer. Cheated. He'd been cheated on! So many thoughts ran through his head.

"A year." Cross said softly. "WHAT?!" Nightmare roared. A year! How could he not have known? Cross yelled back. "No! You can't be mad! You never even loved me! You never say goodnight, or kiss me goodbye! You never ask me how MY day was! You've barely shown any affection towards me! You don't get to be mad! You can't because you never even LOVED ME!"

Cross was in tears. Lust wiped them away and pet the oreo. Nightmare's eye widened. His goop melted off. He was back to his passive form. "You... think I don't love you?" He asked. Nightmare thought for a while. Tears streamed down his face. 'Was it all him?' He thought.

Cross was right. He never said goodnight, or kissed Cross goodbye everytime he left. He never showed Cross much affection.

Nightmare felt his heart break. Cross blinked back more tears seeing Nightmare cry. "I should have left you but I still love you. You're faking it. You don't feel bad. No. No. NO!" He bursted, pushed Lust off of him and ran out the room, knocking Nightmare to the ground.

Lust frowned. He came over to Nightmare and hugged him. "I'm sorry. But he's right. Do you even love him?"

Nightmare sobbed out an, "Of course." Maybe Nightmare didn't deserve Cross. Lust let Nightmare go. "Then go make things right."

Nightmare looked up at Lust.

Cross was outside at the fountain. Nightmare stepped outside. He wiped away his tears and walked over to Cross. "I'm sorry Cross. I don't deserve you, I love you, so, so fucking much. So fucking much. I love you so tucking much and I'm sorry I never showed it! I-I-I-'m not good at- at-at feelings and I- I know you hate me now and I understand I'm not mad you you you had every right to find someone who actually showed you love." Nightmare whimpered and held his tears back. Cross hugged Nightmare tightly. "I love you too. I'm sorry I cheated I just-"

"It's okay. We'll work through this together." Nightmare said. He kissed Cross. Cross smiled and kissed back, tears still running down both of their faces

Lust smiled sadly from the back. He was happy for the two. But he knew he'd never be loved the same way Cross loved him ever again. And he'd go back to Error, knowing Error was always having an affair.

'But that was okay.' Lust thought.'Because that's just how life is.'

Cross looked over at Lust and frowned. Cross explained Lust's situation to Nightmare. Nightmare's eyesockets widened, then softened at Lust.

Lust was so kind. Error didn't deserve him. Error didn't even move him. He was just there to show off to his friends.

Nightmar kissed Cross on the cheek and hugged him tightly.

"We'll figure this out together and we will help the poor boy."

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AND THAT'S THE END OF PART ONE!

I think and hope this counts as Crossmare because that's what I'm going for-

(With a bit of Horrorlust on the side 7u7)

[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

The Crossmare community is gonna disown me if I keep posting Crosslust

Cross: luv u nm

NM: -/////_/////-

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."

@nightmarexcross

Dont ask its supposed to be cute and stupid

At least I hope it is-

(Swear Warning)

"Don't do it." Nightmare said sternly. "I'm gonna do it." Cross said, looking down from the balcony. "DO A BACKFLIP!" Killer yelled.

They were having a nice day, playing in the pool, Nightmare on the side lines because water hates him, when suddenly, Killer tells Cross he should jump off the balcony and into the pool.

Cross, thinking it was a good idea, went up to the balcony. "I'M GONNA DO A BACKFLIP!" Cross yelled. "No Babe STaY tHERE!-" Nightmare yelled at Cross, teleporting to the balcony. "Fucking JuMp oFf ThE rOoF iNstEaD yOu cOwArD!" Error said. "Guys?!"

"Cross, my baby, my love, If you jump off I'm not giving you cuddles." Nightmare said. Cross thought. "Sacrifies must be made-"

"Cross ⁿo-"

"Cross yes."

And then he jumped off.

And here we are, at the hospital.

"What the fuck did I tell you?"

"Not...to do it?"

"And what did you do?"

"A backflip."

"...."

"Cross I think he means-"

"No no let him figure it out."

"And jumped off the balcony and hit the concrete instead of the pool....."

"Exactly."

"I'mmmmm sorry baaaabbbbeeeee."

"Why is he slurring?" Killer asked.

"It's the morphine, dumbass." Horror said to Killer.

"I know you are Cross." Nightmare said, holding his lover's hand.

"So is he gonna die or not?"

"LUST?!"

"I'M JUST ASKING!"

"YOU'VE BEEN SPENDING TOO MUCH TIME WITH HORROR-!"

"NO SHIT HE'S MY BOYFRIEND!"

"Niiiiigggghhhtttt.... tell them to stop yeelllling."

"Stop yelling."

"..."

"..."

"But you started it Nightmare-"

"Shh no talking. Get out."

"Niiiigggghhhhhttttt. I looooovvvveeeee yooouuuu."

"I know, Cross. I love you too, Cross."

"So does that mean cuddles?"

"Absolutely not, I'm a man of my word."

"F u c k ."

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Don't ask I'm on a sugar high and shipping spree XD

I literally just came up with this idea

@nightmarexcross

So yea hope you enjoy my shitposting

@nightmarexcross

I DREW SOME CTOSSMARE BECAUSE IVE TECHNICALLY NEVER DRAWN ANYBEOFRE AND ITS MY OTP

"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