#darkiplier drabble

[cooler-ian]

"He got that dog in him"

The dog in him:

#famdom drabble #obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me shall we date #yknow what? #fnaf moon #moondrop kin #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #and y'know what else? #markiplier fandom #markiplier #darkiplier #i'm unstoppable #yellow guy dont hug me im scared #dhmis red guy #dhmis yellow guy #dont hug me im scared #mild shitpost #fandom shit #four different fandoms #actually #hetalia #russia hetalia #ok im done #obey me barbatos

[yuckie-obsessive]

Double Trouble

Uh-oh… been thinking about a double possessive x reader 👀

So been thinking about if you got both of the boys in the same room and they only barely tolerate each other because you’re there. I’ll try to make it gn

Tw: brief talk of Anti’s “neck incident” and swearing

Darkiplier x Reader (gender neutral) x Antisepticeye

Set up: you are just chilling with Anti (just imagine a living room) and Dark arrives because he wants to talk with you about something and Anti gets real defensive and clingy.

~★~

“They aren’t your prisoner, you know. They can talk with whomever they wish,” Dark was already irritated with Anti’s shenanigans.

“Yeah, well you’re in my home, my fucking territory. You don’t have a fucking say here!” Anti was getting angry a lot faster than the other alter- as per usual. Dark sighed, “Does this really need to be an issue every time I wish to see them? They already stay with you, why do you insist on being selfish?”

“Cause I know what’s safe for them, and they don’t need to be around you or any other insane ego in your little group.”

The iplier egos were never all that harmful towards you, though. Only Dark and Wilford ever seemed to have interest, to which Dark would always ward off Wilford’s more… extreme tendencies.

Dark sneered in response, “You know what’s safe? The one who brought a knife to their own neck for entertainment-?”

“THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM!”

Things were growing heated fast. You decided to quietly step away to let them work it out (in their own special way).

“Dollface, hey,” arms wrapped around your torso, making you stop, “where are ya going? I was just messing around…” Anti mumbled as his face brushed up beside yours.

“Just a minor spat is all,” Dark stepped in front of you and took your hand, “takes more than a couple harsh words to send me away.” He placed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

Anti growled and his hold possessively tightened, “would certainly make my life a lot easier… I think they prefer me anyways,” he chuckled a bit and started a trail of kisses along your neck.

Dark’s expression twitched only slightly at this, but remained overall neutral. He brought his free hand to your face and maneuvered yours to rest on his shoulder. “They just need to see what I can offer…” his chest pressed up against yours, now pinning you between the two extremely dangerous beings, “I can entirely rewrite reality at your command.”

His lips connected with yours in a rather soft display of affection, catching you off guard with how gentle he was being. He separated for a breath, “say the word my dear, and I will give you the world.” He captured your lips once again.

Anti huffed. “Darlin’ you already have the world with me,” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver only for Dark to deepen the kiss to bring your attention back to him. “What could he possibly have that I don’t, hm?” Anti placed a small kiss behind your ear.

Dark separated to glare down at him. “Humility and grace certainly comes to mind.”

With that, they were at it again. Attempting to one-up each other for your attention.

You, at their mercy, had one hand clutching at Anti’s arms and the other clawing into Dark’s suit jacket, there was hardly anything you could do to stop them. Your mind, being as flustered as it was, probably wouldn’t let you do much of anything if you could.

#antisepticeye #ego #anti #jacksepticeye egos #darkiplier #dark #markiplier egos #darkiplier x reader x antisepticeye #darkiplier x reader #antisepticeye x reader #reader insert #kie writes #kie’s post #text #drabble #possessive

[septic-dr-schneep]

How a Seer could be so oblivious to his own state, Dark would never know. The Host hadn’t taken any time to examine himself before greeting him with a squeeze to the shoulder, leaving inky, bloody smudges on his crisp white suit jacket.

If the Host felt the tendrils of his aura writhing irritably, he didn’t flinch. “Dark will borrow the Host’s coat then,” he announced, a certainty more than an offer, “to maintain his dignity until his property has been returned clean.”

He’d never seen the Host in formal wear, much less in white, Dark realized only after the outerwear exchanged hands. He must have sensed Dark’s surprise, as he smiled slightly, turning this way and that to show it off.

“How does he look?” he prompted, smoothing his hands over the sleek lower panels (creating further smudges, naturally.)

White, red and gold…Bright? Elegant? Timeless?

“It suits you.”

#markiplier #fanfiction #drabble and a half #darkiplier #the host #i live for queerplatonic dark and host #dost hark #dark's not great at giving compliments #no surprise there #i just think clothes swaps are fun tbh

[otterlyinluv]

A day in the life of a Darkiplier

A/N: A little drabble I did during Creative Writing when we were supposed to write a diary entry of a character, and I chose Dark! (Who's thinking of the DA as usual)

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October 18th, 20XX

Today was a day like any other. The weather matched my dull mood with its grey skies and light rain. It reminded me of them...

I spent the day cooped up in my office dealing with research as usual, hearing the other ego's escapades when I took a break from staring at the computer for too long.

Wilford did try to persuade me to eat something for lunch, but I refused, as always. After about 10 minutes, I heard a knock at the door. Not bothering to look up from my computer, I heard soft, tentative steps and a tray of food put on my table. I looked up only when they were about to leave. A small smile, and then they closed the door. I ate the food. Maybe I was actually hungry... but maybe it was because of them.

I spent the rest of the day working, and I couldn't help but smile when I looked at the empty plate once in a while.

#darkiplier x reader #dark x reader #darkiplier #darkiplier x da #markiplier egos #iplier egos #writing #drabble #fanfiction #fanfic #imagines #soft sweet Dark #I want this to be my trademark-

[leighsartworks216]

Period Pains

Darkiplier x AFAB!reader

My period just started today and it’s killing me and instead of thinking about how I want to rip my uterus out, I’m writing this drabble

Warnings: talk of period stuff, if this subject will give you dysphoria please don’t read, just some fluff

Word Count: 843

Masterlist

When the sun rose and the birds began chirping, Dark awoke expecting to find you curled into his chest. Often he’d wake up closer to you than he ever believed possible, the blankets a tangled heap tying you together. But today, his arms were empty and the side of the bed opposite his was empty.

He searched the room first, but wherever he looked there was no sign of you.

His body cracked and creaked as he finally dragged himself out of bed. He no longer groaned and winced at the pain that rippled through his once-dead shell, though some days were worse than others. Today, he was grateful it was only a dull pain. It would have been completely unnoticeable had you been there.

The only sound throughout the small house he resided in with you was his footsteps as he padded down halls, peeking into doors. Your vacancy was beginning to worry him. He could feel afterimages of himself re-checking rooms, looking around frantically, grabbing at the walls to propel themselves forward. They were startled away when a beep sounded out from the kitchen.

Dark, in all honesty, didn’t remember walking the rest of the way there. If he teleported, he didn’t think too much on it, because he was too focused watching you pull out a tray from the oven.

“Dearest,” his sudden presence made you jump and almost drop the tray, but he had the good sense to wait until you were holding it over the stove to speak, “what are you doing baking at this hour?”

You awkwardly turned off the oven as it began to beep again, and pointed to the clock on the wall. “It’s only 7:23.”

Even though his eyes were completely dark, you could tell he rolled them. “You know what I mean.” He gestured around the kitchen to the mess you’d left out, not judgmentally, but certainly accusatorially. “Why did you get up so early to make brownies? I would have been happy to help you when we woke up, together.”

“Uhm, well, you see,” you fidgeted with your hands, talking almost a mile a minute, “I woke up at like 3 and I was really craving chocolate so I got up and I had a little bit of candy, but then I remembered we had brownie mix in the pantry so I just sorta impulsively decided to make them.”

Dark’s brow furrowed. “You don’t usually have cravings that strong, dear.”

You fidgeted even more, but now you wouldn’t meet his gaze. You played it off as though you were simply grabbing a knife to cut the brownies.

“My love, tell me what’s wrong,” he cooed. When you turned back toward the brownies, Dark was standing in front of them, worry pulling his face down and colors flickering to each side of him. “Please talk to me.”

“I want to it’s just...” You felt warmth rise to your cheeks as you looked away from him once again. “It’s really embarrassing to talk about.”

“My dear,” he began, firmer this time. One hand wrapped around your waist as the other cupped your cheek to get you to look at him. “I love you. No matter how embarrassing something may feel, it will not stop me loving you. Now, tell me what is wrong so that I may help you as efficiently as I can.”

You took in a deep breath and fiddled with the front of his pajama shirt. He waited patiently for you to find your voice. When you did, it wasn’t at all what he had been expecting.

“I got my period last night,” you murmured. “Now I just have really bad cravings and cramps and I wanna cry but I don’t have any reason to and-”

He shushed you softly. “It’s alright, love. One thing at a time, yes?” Once you nodded, he kissed your forehead. “We’ll have brownies for breakfast, and I can supply you with any other foods you may be craving throughout the week. If you wish to let out your over-active emotions, I suggest we watch a film. Finally, you should take medication for your cramps, and I would be more than happy to cuddle with you if that would also help. How does all that sound?”

Something wet touched his thumb and he looked down at you, worried he had messed up somehow, because, sure enough, you were crying. He removed his hand from your waist to cup your cheek, using his thumbs to brush away the tears that fell from your eyes and slipped down your cheeks.

“Oh, my dear, I’m so sorry, I-”

You shook your head, sniffling. The hand that wasn’t holding a butterknife held the back of one of his hands, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m okay,” you assured him. “I’m okay. It’s just- No one’s ever offered to do so much for me when I’m like this.”

“Dearest, you deserve the world.” He pressed several kisses to your forehead and your wet cheeks. “Especially, when you are like this.”

#idk what im doing #i just really needed this #fanfic #fanfiction #drabble #markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier egos x reader #darkiplier #darkiplier x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #x gn reader #fem reader #x fem reader #trans reader #x trans reader #transmasc reader #x transmasc reader #period #periods #period cramps #period cravings #comfort #fluff #domestic fluff

[creat0r-cat]

"Silence, Darling." He murmured, putting a finger to his lips as he grinned. From her position, pinned to the wall, (Y/n) wasn't quite sure what to do. Her friend was acting like he was a different person entirely. "Mark.. What are you-"

He cut her off with a kiss, leaving her breathless as he pulled away moments later. "Shhhh... do not say his name, not when I'm the one making you feel like this." He smiled, getting closer, as if to kiss (Y/n) again, but he stopped just short of her lips.

"Darling, do you really not know who I am?"

"M-mark, this really isn't funny. You're scaring me."

"I am not Mark." The man growled, his voice deep and husky, making (Y/n)'s cheeks flush red. "I.. then who are you?"

"I am the one in control. I am the master." He responded, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her neck as she whimpered in fear. With a soft chuckle, he leaned up again to gaze into her (e/c) eyes. "Do not be afraid, my love, for you and I are finally together and we shall never part again."

"How can I be yours if we've never met?" She said, blushing as she struggled to look away from his hypnotic eyes. "Please, just give me my friend back. Please, bring Mark back"

"You're making a mistake darling. I can give you anything, more than he could ever even offer." He kissed her again, this time, making (Y/n) sleepy with the warmth and comfort of his embrace. "But I don't even.. know who.. you are.." She murmured after he pulled away, somehow finding herself longing for another moment of passion.

"Darkiplier..." he whispered in her ear, his soft voice sending shivers down her spine. She repeated the name, her eyelids beginning to droop with sudden exaustion as he kissed her again. She then fell forward, unable to fight the need for rest. As he carried her away in his strong arms, (Y/n) heard the man's voice one final time before succumbing to the dreamscape.

"Happy Halloween, Darling."

#Darkiplier x reader #Darkiplier x female reader #x reader #markiplier egos #female reader #happy halloween #short drabble #It's too late to be posting but whatever #Darkiplier #Markiplier #Iplier #iplier egos

[the-library-of-wonderland]

can i get a 1, 4, and 5 with dark? please and thank you <3

Thank you for asking!!❤️ Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long dearie! 1- “Your hair is so soft…”

4- “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until i’m done working.”

5- “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

With Darkiplier!

So much fluff!!! Literally just fluff! Also, gender neutral, but he does call you darling.

The sound of you knocking on Dark’s office door was the last thing Dark had expected to hear today, especially when your voice was the one behind the door.

“Hey, it’s just me Y/N. Can I come in?”

The male smiled faintly before allowing you to come in.

You huffed as you walked in, “I am so bored right now Dark, i haven’t been able to focus on one task at a time, Dark i think I’m dying!” You almost panted as you finished your speech, walking up to him to kneel down beside his chair.

You laid your arms on his armrest, “I seriously think I’m dying though.”

Dark chuckled as you started to whine at him about it, “Well, i think that would be considered a you problem darling, as i’m very busy right now.”

You sighed, starting to get up and walk over to a small couch on the side of his office.

“C’mere, you can sit in my lap until i’m done working. How does that sound?”

You smiled at his request before walking over to him and sitting yourself down on him. He wrapped his free hand around your waist to keep you steady.

As you sat there boringly watching him work, a thought crossed your mind that made you smirk. You wanted to poke him a bit, maybe on the cheek? You knew you were going to be playing a dangerous game doing you so, but the thought would keep you from being bored.

So you after only a few seconds of thinking over your decision, you started to lightly poke his cheek, enough to make him feel it but not enough to cause any pressure. You could see him smirk slightly at your attempt to get some attention from him.

He looked over at you, “Is there something you need?”

“Yes, some attention. I hope you know I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

Dark chuckled at you before he moved his hand from your waist, softly starting to run his fingers through your hair. You sighed at the motion, being content enough with the attention you were getting for now to stop poking him. You knew you would be asking for more attention later though, but you would spare him that for now.

You two sat in comfortable silence for quite some time as he worked, and you started to grow tired from his his hands running through your hair. You had just started to drift from consciousness when you heard let out a low whisper.

“Darling, your hair is so soft…”

You smiled at his comment, “Thank you Dark.” You giggled lightly as you dropped your head on his shoulder.

He smiled lightly at your reaction, “I’m almost done working, and when I am you’ll get all the attention you want.”

#ask response #markiplier egos x reader #thanks for the ask! #ask box #answered ask #drabble #darkiplier x reader #egos x reader #egos x y/n #markiplier egos

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

If you’re still taking suggestions….

AFAB Reader, Dark and cockwarming

I regret nothing and congrats on 800!

MIINORS DNI! Event closed!

You squirm in place, but Dark's hand on your hip keeps you in place while his other holds up the book you're both reading.

Well, he is, for you it's kinda hard to concentrate with his dick inside of your pussy. The fact that you're not allowed to move doesn't help matters.

"Come on darling, you were doing so well, keep reading for me." He kisses behind your ear and you whine, trying to find where you left of the page, but all you can't really concentrate on much other than the arousal pooling low in your gut.

You clench around Dark's cock, and there's brief raise in the volume of the ringing that always follows Dark.

"My love....." His voice is low next to your ear, a warning to behave.

#dark #darkiplier x reader #800 drabble #drabble

[puppeteered-poetry]

    The Head Engineer sat in the hallway leading to the Warp Core, smoke billowing from the hole shot into his chest. His time in this loop was nearly up, yet something felt… Different.

     His ears were ringing, vision blacking out, yet… He was still conscious. Mostly, anyway… And someone else was there.

     “... Your Captain has left you.” The entity’s voice echoed. Mark looked up, startled by what seemed to be a member of the crew, except completely greyscale, with cracks down their face.

     This person almost looked to be Mark’s brother, how similar they looked. They sat down beside him, gazing down at the wound.

      “... This universe is going to die, soon. I have seen it.” They spoke softly. “... Are you frightened?”

     The Engineer squeaked, nodding with some hesitance. He was terrified of the entity themself, let alone the insanity they spoke of.

     The entity pauses, offering their hand to hold. Mark squinted, confused, before taking it.

     “... I know you don’t know me right now, but… I missed you, old friend… Wilford has already left this universe. I will join him soon. I just wanted to see you one last time.”

     “... Huh?”

     The demon pauses, chuckling. They plant a kiss on the engineer’s forehead.

      “Nothing to concern yourself with. Good night, Mark.”

#The Author writes. #iswm #in space with markiplier #iswm au #darkiplier #engineer mark #head engineer mark #codi don't look #teehee <3 #drabble

[severeddreamz]

Until The Party.

chapter 1 sneak peak: 8 days until the party.

cws/tws: blood, hanahaki, self hatred (?)

(can you tell this is my first time submitting fanfiction to the site,,,)

word count: 774

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Pure rage.

Pure Agony.

That’s all that surged through Dark’s veins.

He was filled with disgusting agony, and he was so angry with himself.

How could he let his emotions see the light of day again? He swore to himself he would never let that happen again, and yet, he did.

He looked at himself in the mirror, tears swelling in his eyes. Blood and spit smeared around his lips, staining his beard. A few seeds and petals stuck to his mouth. It felt disturbing against his face, but he couldn’t be bothered to remove it. The numb, agonizing feeling in his arms made it hard for him to want to move them. It was like any movement would make his skin feel thick and heavy against his bones. It was a gross sensation.

Dark’s dull, exhausted eyes began to trail around the room instead of his body. The black, elegant frame of the mirror, the marble counter, the gray, blood-stained floors. Blood. It was hard to try to take his mind off what had just happened when the whole room had evidence of it. The monochrome demon glanced at the gory, white and pink petals that acted like boats on top of the blood he had spit out.

How could he let himself fall in love with him? He was supposed to be a cold, powerful being. He wasn’t supposed to feel these emotions. He felt his face get wet. Fuck, now he was crying. Why was he crying? Slowly, he lifted his hands up to wipe the tears away, the uncomfortable feeling in his arms bouncing back and forth in his skin. It felt so awful. He just wanted to lie down and pray for this to go away, but he knew damn well this wouldn’t just go away in the morning. This would keep growing worse and worse until he died. Why did he have to fall back in love with him? The demon sniffled, his chest stuttering as his breath went shaky and heavy.

The sound of the air from the vent rushing into the room startled him, causing him to flinch. Flinching. He flinched. Fear. He wasn’t allowed to feel that. He wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be pow-

“Darkk?? Hellooo?!”

A peppy voice called out from behind the bathroom door, interrupting his thoughts. A soft, candy-like smell wafted in the air. That was always the sign of who was at the door.

Wilford.

The demon glanced over at the closed door, eyes widening. Quickly, he reached for a towel to wash off the blood and saliva from his face and floor. He had to get rid of any evidence as possible.

“What is it, Wilford?”

He asked, trying to keep his voice steady, wanting to avoid sounding weak. The demon didn’t want to cause Wilford to worry about him. He hated it when people worried about him. It felt unnecessary. He peeled off the petals from his face and shoved them into his pants’ pocket and kneeled to the floor to try and remove the mess.

“Oh, well, we haven’t seen you since the afternoon, and it’s already almost midnight!”

Dark held back a sigh, biting his tongue. He squeezed his eyes shut, clutching the towel tighter. Every urge to just demand him to leave bubbled in his chest.

“I’m perfectly fine. There’s no need to worry about me.”

He assured with slight urgency in his voice. He picked up the remaining petals, placed them in his pocket, and threw the bloodied towel into the hamper that rested right next to the sink. He arranged a few clothes and towels to bury it. His hands began to shake slightly, a tight, twisting feeling within his chest springing to life. The demon had no idea what was going on with him. What was his body reacting like this? He hated it.

“Are you sure? You sound a little off!”

Dark bit back a sharp remark. He couldn’t reveal to the man on the other side of the door that he wasn’t alright.

“Wilford, please. I’m completely okay.”

An annoyed sigh came from the other side of the door. Dark could hear the man lean against the door, the new weight pressing the closed door as far as it could go.

“..Will you at least pay a visit downstairs? We’re worried abo-“

“I’M. FINE. WILFORD.”

Silence filled the air. For what felt like hours, yet was only about a minute, the two didn’t speak to each other. Wilford eventually was the first to speak up.

“…We’ll be downstairs if you’d like to join us.”

“..Alright.”

#hanahaki #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #sneak peak #drabble #sort of? #its not the full chapter soo #angst #fanfic #fanfiction

[iguessigotta]

this is pure self-indulgence because I just got back from spending all day between urgent care and the ER haha woooo literally 8am - 7pm yeah we're having fun in hereeeee (don't worry they think they figured it out and tbh it's more stupid than life threatening and I wanna punch my own self for almost keeling over because of this lmao) smh my head @ my own body

Sighing heavily, you flopped down on the couch, not even bothering to take off your shoes. Dark was right on your heels, pausing to shut the door and set your bag down in the entryway. You closed your eyes, slouched down low and sunk into the cushions, letting out an unhappy sound when you realized being too lazy to remove your shoes meant you couldn't toss your feet up on the cushion next to you.

Today sucked.

There was a quiet brush of fabric, along with the telltale ringing that accompanied your boyfriend, as he walked into the living room and stopped by the couch. Without a word, he knelt down and started removing your shoes and socks.

"Dark? What are you doing?" you grumbled, cracking one eye open to look at him, noting the slight upturn of the corner of his mouth.

He hummed and placed your things off to the side before planting a kiss on your knee. "No shoes in the house," he paused to look you in the eye, "wasn't that your rule?"

"Oh, haha," you said through a huff, rolling your eyes so hard you thought they'd fall out. Dark let out a huff of his own - one that sounded suspiciously like a laugh - before he lifted your legs and set them on the couch. While you sat there confused - comfortable, but confused, he walked to your small kitchen and out of your line of sight. You frowned and went to sit up a bit so you could be nosy and see what he was doing, but he stopped you with a sharp "Ah. Stay where you are."

You frowned even harder. How the hell did he know you were trying to get up when he couldn't see you? When Dark came back into the room, a small tray of food and drink in his hand, you were still half-sitting, frown stuck on your face. He raised an eyebrow at you but didn't say anything as he set the tray down on the small table next to the couch.

"How do you do that?" you asked, folding your legs up to give Dark space to sit down with you, "It's like you can see me even when you can't."

This time you were sure he actually did laugh. "There are many things you don't know about me," he said, a smile audible in his voice, as he pulled your legs into his lap, "Is it really so far-fetched to think I might be able to keep an eye on you at all times?"

The look he gave you made heat flood your face at the implication.

Letting out another faint chuckle, Dark turned towards the tv, which had at some point been turned on and tuned to one of your favorite movies. He kept his hands on your legs, running them up and down, pausing every now and then to give a light squeeze. You could feel his eyes on you, watching for any signs of distress of discomfort, though every time you looked a him, his gaze would be so focused on the movie that you started to doubt that feeling of being watched.

It would have been annoying if you didn't understand why he was acting so worried over you.

You'd spent all day in the ER after finally caving and seeking help for a health issue that had been making your life hell the past few months. It was a drawn-out, expensive process, but by the end of it they'd found what they had reason to believe was the root cause. They'd given you packet after packet of info, a prescription, and a pat on the back, sending you on your way. Straight into the arms of your boyfriend, who was doing his best to appear calm for you. The louder-than-normal ringing had given him away though.

And so here you found yourself, reclining sideways on the couch, a mountain of pillows between your back and the armrest, legs in Dark's lap, half-watching one of your favorite movies. A sigh - content this time - escaped you, earning another light squeeze to your leg, and a small smile on Dark's lips.

It had been rough going the past few months, your health had been causing both of you quite a bit of stress, but you were finally on the mend, that was all that mattered.

#darkiplier x reader #darkiplier fluff #darkiplier x gn!reader #darkiplier x y/n #purely self indulgent #it's been A Few Months with this nonsense #stressed and sick but now......hey I got antibiotics and my mom bought me some grapes and sandwiches so fuck yeah #anyway idk if this drabble really makes any sense #cause I just had part of that first line pop into my head and I ran with it #yknow #instead of doing my like 20+ requests i have in my inbox lmao rip

[yuckie-obsessive]

Door

I keep hitting you guys with drabbles but I’M NOT SORRY

Was thinking of the door video and the whole meme about “it says dark too many times for it to not be a coincidence” so there’s the initial prompt.

I’m also very mad that I decided to post this and not edit like I’m zooted, my apologies

Darkiplier x Reader (gender neutral)

Set up: the nightly tapping from your closet door has finally driven you insane. Previously, every time you opened it you only saw the normal inner closet. Tonight was going to be different. A voice accompanied the tapping.

~★~

“Hey there… I’m sorry it’s been a rough couple of nights, but would you please open the door for me?”

You really weren’t expecting a voice. You wanted so desperately to chalk it up to just something in your walls. But what the heck do you do now? There’s a person in your closet.

“I realize the ridiculousness of all of this, but I would really appreciate it if you let me in.”

Something about that last part gave you chills. Shock was keeping you rooted to your bed.

“Hello? (Y/n)… I know you’re there… please open the door.”

How the hell did they know your name? The knob shook, but reacted as if it was locked. It was all the more terrifying that you could physically see it reacting to an unseen force.

“Nothing bad will happen, I promise. In fact, there’s a lot I can give you… if you open this door.”

The knob jiggled again.

“I can make your wildest dreams come true. Anything your heart desires, name it and I can provide. All I ask in return is to Let. Me. In. Simple as that.”

If fear didn’t drive you, then it was the overwhelming feeling of curiosity that moved you from your bed.

“Please… I’m really not asking for much.”

Your feet softly padded across the floor as you neared your closet. This was insane. Why were you even struggling to decide on this? You should’ve run out of the room by now. But you were still here, now standing in front of it.

“I’m not a scary guy, honest! You can trust me… after all, you are the only one who can open this door here,” he demonstrated by once again jiggling the knob. “You have total power. I’m just politely asking that you open it… please.”

Your shaky hand hesitated on the knob, then grasped it to turn it completely. There was a moment of silent pause. You let the door slowly swing open to find a wall of darkness. You took a step back in surprise.

Suddenly a pair of arms shot out and grabbed ahold of you and pulled you in, causing you to crash against something solid. The door slammed behind you and the darkness overwhelmed your vision. You tried desperately to free yourself of the hold you were in. A low chuckle next to your ear made you freeze.

“I can’t believe that worked.”

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[septic-dr-schneep]

@whumpril Day 24: No Time to Rest

“Predictions for the conversation ahead of us, Host?” Dark prompted, arms folded, aura lashing expectantly.

Pressing the heels of stiff hands into his old bandages, the Host sighed. The air smacked of dried blood and stale coffee. “Dark will sardonically ask if the Host plans to sleep anytime within the week. The Host will retort that his visions cannot be postponed.”

“Recordkeeping can.”

“If the Host was confident of that, he would have retired of his own volition forty-eight hours ago. Dark, however, feels some measure of responsibility and control over his friend, and is capable of…more manipulative methods to put him down without resistance.”

“Is that a request?”

“…An observation.” His head was already so heavy with the pressure of future flashes, Dark’s intrusion sounded soothing by comparison.

“Well, then…” Dark’s whisper was suddenly, startlingly close, his hand already kneading at a knot in the Host’s drooping shoulder. “Observe.”

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[geekdorknerdfangirlblogger]

God I wish I could write!

Random Story Idea for Iplier Ego x Reader writers:

DA, Captain, Y/N...whatever variant you choose. Gets their memories back and is staying with the Iplier Egos after whatever last Hell trip Actor has dragged you through. You're pissed off at Actor Mark and are the type of person that vents through singing. Good singing, bad singing...doesn't matter, you'll probably end up crying by the end anyway. You just need to belt something out. You randomly scroll through Spotify till you land on something that just really connects with how you're feeling. What song do you find? "Praying" by Kesha.

The other Iplier Egos overhear and listen in. There's a lot of emotions. Especially from Dark and Wilford, and all around everyone can agree with the lyrics of the song.

Bonus points: if there's hurt/comfort, fluff at the end.

Please someone write this into a story and tag me in it! 🙏🏻😭

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[leighsartworks216]

Dark Drabble bc I said so

Dark x DA!reader

This idea is just drilling a hole in my brain and it's v short but I needed to get it out. Might expand on it later

(Writing on my phone so formatting is nonexistent)

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Once they escaped, mirrors were no longer a part of their daily routine. Where before they may have paused in front of one, fussed with their hair, straightened out their clothes for work - now, just the thought of seeing a mirror, looking into its endlessness, made them anxious.

Dark had every mirror removed from the manor, unless they were kept within personal rooms. (Bim would have started a riot if he threw out every mirror, but he wished he could.) He hated, upon their first arrival, seeing them duck their head and cup their hands next to their eyes to avoid their reflection. The mirrors were gone within a week.

Of course, with not being able to see themselves, they had to make-do with feeling out their appearance on a regular basis. Wilford was nice enough to help pick out outfits (though, he was often told to tone back the bright pastel colors, much to his dismay), and Bim always carried hair supplies "just in case."

But their face...

In meetings, when Wilford would drone on and on, he could see them feeling for bags under their eyes. Touching their lips to see if the chapped skin was noticeable.

He never found a chance to address it. He didn't even know what he would say. Not for lack of trying, of course. He just had so much he wished to tell them. He could go on for hours about their eyes alone, but to describe their face to them felt like a daunting task.

The only chance he could find to take felt, to him, like the cowards way out.

Instead of attempting to lay out his thoughts for them verbally, he instead wrote out a small note and left it on their desk. It would be hard to miss. And the penmanship was exquisite, as usual.

Written very delicately within the small folded slab of paper was simply:

You look perfect.

They did not pick at their face during the next meeting.

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[romanticallyghosting]

Go Towards The Light

Darkiplier x Reader

A/N: I don’t even know what i’m doing here. also my first ever fic, so please let me know how I can improve moving forward! enjoy :)

Word count: only 254 words

GIF by sweet-honey-fruit

He could feel it.

He could feel them slipping out of his grasp.

Of course they were.

They would always do this. They would throw themselves into a dangerous situation just to see what would happen. It was getting rather tedious to do this over and over again, but if that was the only way he could keep his love alive, he would do it. He would do it a billion times over, just for them.

The only way he could guarantee their safety however, was to give them only one choice. If he gave them a choice in the matter, he knows they’d let their curiosity lead them to their death. So he forced them into going towards the light. He forced them one step closer to him. One step closer to their reunion.

 He began to chuckle darkly, despite no one having uttered a joke. Watching them aimlessly wander through universes just had to be his favorite pastime, with how often he does it. He knew they were looking for him. There was no other logical explanation. Who else could his “captain” be looking for? Their head engineer? Yancy? Wilford “Motherloving” Warfstashe? No. He could feel their heart set on finding him. Only him. Despite their detours, Dark knew that they would find him sooner or later. He just had to be patient. 

patient.

Suddenly, a deep and unusually distorted voice cut through the emptiness of the void surrounding him.

“Soon now my darling. Soon enough you’ll come running back to me.”

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