#unfortunately…

[rainoverthewindow]

05: CORE

00: Fallen Down

01: Ruins

02: Snowdin

03: Waterfall

04: Hotland

[weekly-und3rvers3]

Week 14 - Blind Cross (Ft. Crossmare)

Creators: me :)

word count: 2675

notes: This is an unfinished thing I wrote a looong time ago when I stumbled across “Paul and Matthew” a married couple in which Paul is blind and Matthew is not, but they’re also very sweet and adorable.

And so all of a sudden something inside me went “CROSSMARE” and thus here we are.

Also, I am not blind and very luckily able bodied so please let me know if there are any corrections that need to be made :)

———————

“Are you making coffee?”

“Mhmm.”

Nightmare walked into the kitchen where he found his husband by the coffee maker.

“Wait Night.” Cross said suddenly.

“What?” Nightmare asked, looking at his partner, slightly confused and concerned.

There was a moment of silence, before Cross closed the lid on the pod of coffee grounds and it let out a satisfying “pop”.

“I love that sound.” Cross muttered, pressing a button on the coffee maker to get his coffee started.

“You’re silly.” Nightmare laughed as he grabbed another mug from the cabinet.

“Isn’t it a nice sound!” Cross laughed with the other as he grabbed his coffee mug as the coffee machine finished its job.

“It is.“ Nightmare smiled, walking over to his partner.

“Uhg! And it smells so good.” Cross said, holding the cup up to his nose.

“Does it?” Nightmare asked, half seriously.

Cross let out a little “mhmm” as Nightmare spoke again. “Could I smell?”

“Mhmm yeah.” Cross held out the mug to Nightmare, the other in turn taking it from his partner and sniffing it.

“Oh that does smell good.” Nightmare agreed.

“Right? Do you want me to make you one?” Cross asked, holding his hand out again.

“No I’m good though thanks.” Nightmare walked out, taking a sip of the coffee and putting the empty mug he got before in Cross’s hand.

Cross shrugged, turning back to the machine and going to take a sip out of the cup when-

“Nightmare!” Cross laughed as he went to where he heard Nightmare walk off to.

His partner turned back around to Cross, catching the smaller in his chest and wrapping his arms around him, holding back his laugh as he had a mouthful of coffee.

“You little- give me back my coffee!” Cross laughed, putting his hands on Nightmares shoulders and feeling down his arms to find the tallers hand.

Nightmare swallowed the coffee in his mouth and laughed, taking ahold of one of his lovers hand and placing the mug gently in his grasp.

“You asshole.” Cross continued to laugh, taking a sip of the coffee.

Nightmare smiled, giving Cross a kiss on the top of his head. “Remember we’re going to meet the others for lunch later.”

“Yup.” Cross nodded, walking back to the kitchen.

“Hun watch out you forgot to-“

“OW!”

“…Close the cupboard.” Nightmare chuckled silently to himself, walking over to his partner and putting a hand on his back and on the hand that was holding the coffee mug.

“It’s my curse I swear.” Cross mumbled, using Nightmare to help him get up.

“You need to remember to close them.” Nightmare joked helping Cross up and his tendril close the cupboard door.

“It’s hard! I’m like a child, I don’t have good object permanence. I don’t see it, I don’t feel it, I assume it’s out of my way and I forget to close it.” Cross exclaimed, setting the mug down.

“Being mostly blind and having ADHD is not a good combination.” Nightmare muttered, half joking.

“I don’t have ADHD.” Cross shook his head, grabbing the empty mug Nightmare handed him earlier.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Nightmare, again, joked before getting knocked on the head by Cross

“You’re way to accurate with that.” Nightmare eyed the smaller.

“You’re an entire black being against the white tabletop.” Cross rolled his eyes.

“What!? You’re telling me you can see me!?” Nightmare joked in an overly dramatic voice, before laughing as Cross threw a hand towel at him.

“Oh shut up.” Cross spoke unamused, but a smile still found its way onto his face.

Nightmare chuckled to himself, starting on breakfast. “You want me to make you anything for desayuno?”

“Tortilla francesa por favor mi amor.” Cross answered, taking a sip of his coffee.

“What d’ya want in yours?” Nightmare asked, going into the fridge and pulling out eggs.

“Pimiento, tomate, queso, y jamón por favor.”

“Could you start washing the veggies and I can cut them when you’re done?” Nightmare asked, pulling out a red pepper, a tomato, cheese, and bacon.

“Sí.”

“Gracias, mi amor.” Nightmare smiled handing Cross the veggies he took out of the fridge.

“Is Spanish your first language?” Nightmare asked as he prepared their omelettes.

“Sí.” Cross repeated, turning on the tap and rinsing the veggies he was given.

“Ah, I see.” Nightmare nodded.

“¿Y tú?” Cross asked, putting the veggies aside and drying his hands.

“I know all languages. I haunt nightmares everywhere, not just in Spanish and English speaking places.” Nightmare explained.

“Ahh, ya veo.” Cross nodded, coming up beside Nightmare and places the veggies down next to him.

“Gracias, mi amor. De nuevo.” Nightmare laughed, taking the veggies and started dicing them.

The rest of breakfast was filled with light banter, quizzing Nightmare in his language, soft sizzles of omelettes being made, enjoying of said omelettes, and cleaning up the dishes.

——————

“Bonjour.”

“Hello in French.”

“Nǐ hǎo.”

“Hello in Chinese.”

“Nyob zoo.”

“Hello in Hmong.”

“привет”

“Hello in Russian- do you only know “Hello” in other languages?” Nightmare laughed, cleaning the counter they ate on as Cross washed the dishes.

“Alright, riddle me this, riddler. Itadakimasu!” Cross exclaimed at the other.

“That means you’re a weeb!” Nightmare laughed.

“I am not! I’ve been to Japan and-“

“You have absolutely not ever been to Japan, I know that for a fact.” Nightmare quickly cut off the other.

“I have to been to Japan- I am actually Japanese-“

“You are not Japanese.” Nightmare came up behind Cross wrapped his arms around the smaller, nibbling at his neck.

“AHHA! Stop Nightmare that-“ Cross giggled and squealed, trying to push the other away from his neck.

“You are not from Japan, I know that for a fact.” Nightmare leaned against Cross’s head, hugging the other tighter.

“Alright whatever now let me go before I drop a plate.” Cross tried to push the other off.

“Hmmm….. no.” Nightmare squeezed his partner tighter.

“Nightmare let me go!” Cross laughed, splashing water at the other.

Nightmare hissed and immediately let Cross go, hiding behind him instead.

Cross laughed at the reaction. “You’re adorable.”

“Fight me.” Nightmare hissed at the other before hiding away as more water came flying his way. “You’re cleaning that up!”

“Sure.” Cross spoke simply, going back to rinsing the dishes.

Nightmare stood back up seeing as their little quarrel ended and kissed Cross lightly on the back of his neck before walking out of the kitchen.

“Get ready soon, we’ll go run errands before we leave to lunch. We’re out of eggs.” He spoke before disappearing behind a wall.

“Okay.” Was all that Cross replied with.

After getting dressed, the two headed out,

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Cross sighed, running his hand across the cover, feeling the old cracked plastic. Holding his breath as he felt the pages as he brushed through them, before opening up to a random page and taking a deep breath in, taking in its scent.

He used to not really enjoy reading. It was long and boring and he felt it just wasted time. But after meeting Nightmare, it became one of his favorite things to do with the other.

Whether they were reading together, separate books but in the same room, reading in their own time and discussed it in bed at night, or whatever else. He loved whenever they could forget about everything for a moment and discuss this fantasy world for a little while.

But now…. He couldn’t read. He couldn’t see the words clearly. He could barely make out the cover sometimes. This was the only thing he could do to feel anything from a book anymore. He couldn’t read the story, but he could remember that feeling it gave him through the scent memory trigger.

Fortunately though, Nightmare was always happy to read to the other. Anytime he wanted. There wasn’t much he could do to help Cross sometimes, but reading was something that always calmed the other down.

Because sometimes, for those few moments, they could forget about everything and live this fantasy world for a little while. Pretend everything was like back then. And everything was okay. Everything was like before. Everything wasn’t…… like how it is now.

Don’t get them wrong, they still love these days. It isn’t some horrible existence they live. It’s just….. there’s this looming fear of the day Cross will be….. his sight will be fully gone.

So for this little while, it could just be the two of them. Reading together by soft lamp light. With nothing else in the world to bother them or plague their thoughts.

“Anne evidently got through her visit without any serious breach of “etiquette” for she came home through the twilight, under a great, high-spring sky glories over with trials of saffron and rosy cloud, in a beatified state of mind and told Marilla all about it happily-“

Nightmare continued to read, Cross leaning and snuggling against him.

It was……. Nice. It was peaceful. It was warm. It was home.

He felt safe and at home here. Here with his partner, snuggled together reading one of his favorite childhood books.

It was everything.

“Do you ever worry about me when I go out alone?” Cross said softly yet suddenly.

If it had caught Nightmare off guard, he didn’t show it. “You know I trust you. You know I know you’re very capable and strong, even without your sight. I have no doubt back then you could’ve fought an army of armed professionals with your eyes closed. Now, I know you could desecrate a mob of magic and weapon wielding guardians with your eyes closed. And your arms tied behind your back. I have no doubt you could protect yourself outside of my view.”

“Is that really how you feel Night?” Cross asked in a quiet voice. “Or is that how you want to feel?”

Nightmares' instinct made him want to say “of course it’s how I feel.” But he had to be truthful. He thought about it for a moment, and left his partner in a still silence.

“I know you’re strong and capable and can hold your own, but to say I don’t worry about you when you’re not near is a lie.” Nightmare said finally. “It’s not that I don’t think any less of you now than before, but…. I just can’t help but worry.”

Cross nodded solemnly, leaning against Nightmare's arm, closing his eyes. “I feel like that too sometimes.”

Nightmare turned to Cross in confusion and hope for further explanation.

“I trust you and I love you. But sometimes I….. I worry that….. I don’t know…. What if you walk through that door for the last time….. and I never find you again.” He hugged the other's arm tightly.

“What if-“

“Shhh, it’s okay love.” Cross felt a hand cup his cheek, and a soft kiss be planted on his head.

“I’m sorry it’s just-“

“It’s alright love.” Nightmare brought him closer to him, wrapping his arm around the other. “I understand, I feel the same whenever you leave. I can’t help but worry and so it seems so do you.”

“Instead of telling you I won’t leave, let me show you.” Nightmare leaned against Cross as he nuzzled into the crook of Nightmares neck. “Let me stay by your side for however long you live this life, and forever more after that.”

“I’m scared, what if when I’m older, and I can’t see anything, what if I forget what you look like? What if I forget the sight of your smile? That look in your eye? What’s going to happen when I can’t see you?”

“You’ll feel me with you with every coming year, and hear my voice every step of the way.” Nightmare's voice was reassuring and comforting in every way. Forget the satisfying coffee maker noises, nothing will ever stand up to hearing the love of his life tell him everything he didn’t know he needed to hear.

“Shhh it’s alright love, it’s alright.” Nightmare continued to whisper to him as Cross dug his face further into Nightmare's chest.

They stayed there for a while, before they calmed down and started reading again. It was the perfect thing Cross needed to calm down right now.

“”I don’t know —— I don’t want to talk as much,” she said, denting her chin thoughtfully with her forefinger. “It’s nicer to think-“ Huh??”

Cross raised a brow as he heard Nightmare's reading was interrupted by something.

“Cross, love, did you or anyone you know ever make you a bookmark that says, “Don’t worry, owl keep your spot!” With a purple and brown owl holding two balloons. One red, the other blue. And it’s colored in…. Either colored pencil or crayon. The words all brown while the word “owl” is in purple?” Nightmare inquired, touching the bookmark to Cross’ hand.

“Hmm…. Maybe…?” Cross pondered, feeling the bookmark, but not getting much from it.

“It is laminated which makes me curious.” Nightmare added.

“I might have made it with Ink or something when I was still stuck in my old world.” Cross added, sitting up more.

“That would make sense.” Nightmare nodded.

“It does sound really cute.” Cross smiled, gesturing to hand the bookmark back to Nightmare. “I used to love birds.”

“Really?” Nightmare question, half amused, taking the bookmark back.

“I still do.” Cross added. “Sometimes I think about getting a service bird. Like an owl or hawk or vulture or something.”

“I feel like I know where this conversation is going.” Nightmare muttered quietly to himself, knowing fully well Cross could hear him.

“We should get a dog.” Cross said in response.

“We’ve talked about this before.” Nightmare replied simply, turning the page.

“A service dog would be really helpful for me to get around and so you don’t worry about me going out alone every time.” Cross pointed out, leaning against Nightmare, staring ahead of him.

“Do you need a dog or do you want a dog?”

Cross snapped his head to Nightmare, dramatically leaning away from him, his mouths agape. “Wooooooooooooow-“

“Oh shut up Cross.” Nightmare laughed, pushing Cross away.

“-Did you really just say that to me?” Cross leaned closer to Nightmare, holding back laughter.

“You don’t need one Cross.” Nightmare shook his head, putting the book between his partner and himself.

“Me, a blind, disabled-“ Cross was fully laughing at this point.

“Shut up Cross I would never say that to anyone else I don’t know-“

“I can’t believe you looked me in the eyes-“

“I’ve known you for years- even before you were blind in both eyes- I’m married to you Cross.”

“In my blind ass eyes.”

“I would’ve never said that to someone I didn’t know.”

“-Said as an able bodied person that I don’t need-“

“Cross I am fully blind in my right eye-“

“As an entirely able bodied-“

“You don’t need a dog, you just want a dog.”

At this point they were both crying laughing at the conversation they were having. It was all basically a joke at this point.

They’ve had this debate before multiple times, the monochromatic skeleton indeed just wanting a dog. And Nightmare having to contain the smaller.

“You’re using your disability to your advantage!” Nightmare laughed, pulling out a pillow from behind them and hitting Cross.

“Yeah obviously. What else do you expect me to do with it?” Cross laughed, holding his hand out to block Nightmare, grabbing his own pillow from behind him and attacking Nightmare back.

Nightmare laughed, holding up his pillow to block Cross, using his tendrils to hit Cross again.

“No fair cheater.” Cross laughed as one tendril held him still, another tickled him, and the other two hit him continuously (but rest assured lightly)with pillows.

“Yeah obviously. What else do you expect me to do- Ah!” Nightmare laughed, quoting Cross before getting hit by said skeleton.

Cross swung around and hit away the tentacles attacking him.

“Love, be careful, don't fall off the bed!” One of his tendrils grabbed his arm and tugged him down.

[doodoobirds]

Any lore/info on MJ's origin country? Took me a while to realize that the flag on his profile wasn't from an existing one, lol...so I'm curious

Honestly when I read this I freaked out cause I didn’t think anyone would noticed and wasn’t fully prepared on what MJ’s fake country was…

BUT it’s a fake alien country I made up, it called Republic Of Beru (originally puermayan think), which is on a rogue planet but similar to earth somewhere in space, it also has a fake language called Pakran (parkra)

The bodies of these aliens are similar to humans but instead woman are built skinny and tall with bulky arms and men are built short with long average arms, faces idk how to describe but the women’s faces are more longer and defined than men’s, plus only having one pair of eyes, mostly more traditional Beruians have markings (either tattoos or like henna) of enterances of ancient temples/churches or even symbols of their gods,

For their clothing they do wear like regular clothes since they’re also advanced like humans (honestly they’re just humans who look different) I took inspiration from traditional Peruvian clothing and a little bit of the Navajo Nation for both the men and women

At the end really is was just like an idea of them having traditional outfits for ceremonies as well originally this was supposed to be one for a folk dance, which was supposed to be a mixed between a waltz and German traditional dancing little bit of Indian too, but now I kinda like the idea of it also being a traditional wedding dress (at least the one in the top corner)

In short, I made this up in one and half days with the help of researching and using name generators cause I didn’t know what to do and it peaked my interest as well, I’m kinda embarrassed that I did all this for something I could of just answered by saying “oh I made it up lmao”

[getosugurusbangs]

trust me, i know a guy

[nanabanonana]

me rewatching a movie i saw as a kid and loved: oh, this is actually SO BAD.

[sboochi]

One of these days the yearning is gonna get them both killed

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

that article going around abt firefox's new ad program is annoying bc it's phrased as though "mozilla has finally TURNED on its people and is SELLING YOU OUT for cold hard cash!!" when. that's not what's happening. it is specifically being implemented to discourage tracking behavior, and literally all the data they are giving to advertisers is aggregate and anonymized, which is like, the opposite of what that post wants you to worry about, lol

[lotrmusical]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[crabussy]

"dolphins are completely evil" I actually don't think we should assign human morality to animals with no concept of law or civilisation with an intelligence roughly equating to that of a toddler

[kitskiis]

What I am gathering from current fandom discussion

[bronkdoes-stuff]

Me when the story that obviously isn’t going to have a happy ending doesn’t have a happy ending

[doriansbutt]

mierda

[reillymackay]

ogh my fucking god man.