#darkiplier/vore

[everything--random]

About me!

Ah Bonjour, and welcome to my little weirdo village! (Why do I feel like I've already said that...?) My name is Josie but if you want you can call me Joey! My pronouns are She/Her and I'm a Panromantic Demisexual! My life is all over the place but hopefully I can hold it together enough to continue making stories! Sorry I'm cringe I can't help it!

Interest

I love video games mainly Bendy and The Ink Machine, Five nights at Freddy's, Doki Doki Literature Club, and many more! I love watching Markiplier and Jacksepticeye! I like G/T and G/T Vore...*cough* I've always been a theater kid so you'll maybe see some voice acting out of me! I'm big on crafting and wish to become a director when I'm older!

Writing and Art

I try to write as much as I can. I'm really bad at making up ideas unless I have something to go by so feel free to ask for suggestions! I'm currently finding my drawing style. Just so you guys know what to ask of me when it comes to writing I'll list them here.

I will write

Angst

Headcanons/AUs

Fluff

G/t

Child reader (no romance though)

Nonbinary reader (reader can be any gender)

Gore

G/t Vore

SFW

LGBT+

Any sort of dere such as Yandere, Tsundere, Dandere, etc.

(If I'm comfortable with the story idea) Smut

I will do any fandom I enjoy (list below)

I won't write

(If I'm uncomfortable with the story idea) Smut

Same size vore

Digestion

Humanoids of characters or turning them into different species entirely such as FNAF animatronics and so on

Pregnancy (because I’m particularly uncomfortable with it and don't fully understand it)

No offense but no furry or therian stuff... I don't want to offend anyone but I genuinely don't want to do that stuff.

Things and fandom's I'll write about

Bendy and The Ink Machine

Five Nights at Freddy's

Doki Doki Literature Club

Undertail

Poppy Playtime

Jacksepticeye

Markiplier

G/t and G/t Vore

Random shit!

Possibly my OC's

Current Projects!

Sundrop/Moondrop x reader

My Bendy AU (that currently needs a name but for now on Wattpad it's called Your Little Devil Darlin'!)

Some random thoughts of Antisepticeye and Darkiplier...

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[voreplier]

Vorie! Do you have a personal fave darkiplier headcannon?

To be honest, there is a lot of headcanons to choose in Tumblr. One are focusing on soft one and other on more canon one. Unless you mean vorish one, then well, most of headcanons I have for him, you can find in vorish-egos where I have posted it:

https://vorish-egos.tumblr.com/post/620848578310684672/hello-1-i-love-this-blog-bless-you-guys-2-yall

But...! Now to think of it... I can give you few bonus hcs to him!

- When he was a Damien, he loved to play on his piano, to relieve his stress to calm down his friends, sister, other member of family, etc., and just because he loved it. Now being Dark, he is not doing it as often, but once in a while, when there are no egos in mansion, he goes to the secret, old room in which his dusty piano resides in. He starts to play songs from the past and just forgets about the world. If he has a tiny with him, he swallows them down and takes to the secret place. He does it to prevent them for knowing where it is located. He plays soft tunes to them and the vibration from the instrument, massage them deeply. Dark secretly enjoys those moments. Naturally, tiny cannot reveal edge lord's secret.

- He likes to inspect his prey by just looking at it. He does it slowly, just to mess or tease with them, if he knows that they are a willing one. Small movements of his lips always say whether the prey is a suitable for a snack or not.

- He plays a lot with his hands, which is another thing left from his previous form. So when tiny comes to him for attention, and he doesn't want to give them his storage stomach. He picks them up and gently plays with them with his hands. He gently rolls them with his thumb and index finger, sometimes additionally middle one. Lightly squeezes them between his palms and rubs onto each other. He does it all with softness, as he doesn't want to hurt them physically too much.

[club-pretzel]

I simp for uh Damien and Dark and Celine :3! (vore anon) (everyone who follows my blog knows this 😔😔)

Same.

[pandoraborn]

Struggle with Amy and Nehmeil?

Amy was on his ‘do-not-eat’ list, thanks to Dark and his incessant meddling. Nimheil right now was hungry enough that all rules could go out the window. He wasn’t even bothering to use his powers, his instincts to kill and eat were in full play, nevermind how many plates and knives Amy threw in his direction.

It wasn’t until a fork grazed past his ear when Nimheil felt a hand on his shoulder, with someone yanking him back as roughly as possible. “Amy.” Nimheil recognized Dark’s voice immediately and immediately turned on him, prepared to rip his throat out for interrupting his meal.

“Go hide in your room,” Dark instructed. “You won’t have to struggle with this one anymore.” His grip on Nimheil’s shoulder remained tight and firm, no matter how hard Nimheil struggled to chase after his prey. He could still hear her screams, hear her heart beating in blind terror, and all he could see was a blur of red heat rushing by him, followed by a door slamming shut.

Nimheil let out a furious hiss as he tried to swipe at Darkiplier, aiming right for his chest. Darkiplier used his other hand to snatch Nimheil’s wrist, holding him in place. “You fight against me, and you’re going to regret it. I told you not to starve yourself to the point of frenzy, Nimheil.”

“Hunggryyy,” he spat. “Ssssooooo hungry!” 

“Yes, I’m aware. Let’s go find you food, and if you go after Amy again, I’m going to personally destroy you.”

[lost-inhibitions]

I'm just imagining big tooth Dark being incredibly skilled at eating apples. Big teeth, big mouth, big bites

Bro! In @cryptikats and I’s shitty rp’s we have Wilf be a pretty good cook (big game hunter and all) but Dark eats a lot and fast. Bc yis, big mouth, big teef and my stupid dark can unhinge his jaw like an awful snake man. Oh my god this is why i have vore blogs following me

[silverpracticality]

“Now now, Darkie, no nibbling~”

scanned this on an old scanner, which is responsible for the less than ideal quality. based on an au headcanon that dark can get “drunk” off of wilford’s aura and that it can even be an aphrodisiac if it’s potent enough

[softdarkiplierimagines]

Some SFW G/t vore stuff (Not into NSFW myself but I’m willing to talk it @ my nsfw) that I didn’t put in my last post incase ppl didn’t want to see it, under the Read More

Tiny mermaid/siren Dark that's being kept in a bowl, it can be cute like a pond or it can be a bowl of soup, and you can just pick him up with some chopsticks and nom him and also: Tiny!Mer/Siren!Dark Sushi

Also Tiny!Naga!Dark in a plate of noodles and you can just slurp him up

[markered-pliers]

It’s so fucked up that Mark released a video called “Darkiplier fucking VORES you ASMR” and no one’s talking about how problematic it is

[vorish-egos]

Hello! I was wondering for headcanons about who you think has the loudest belly sounds! Personally, I think it’s Wilford or Marvin (if you count him as a pred.) also, just wanted to let you know that there’s a wonderful audio clip floating around of a gurgling and goopy stomach on @a-place-for-vore or @voraliciouslair if you wanna hear!

I never thought about it before, but if I could do the list fromquietest to loudest belly for both Ipliers and Septics, it would besomething like this:

Ipliers:

1) Wilford (yeah like you, I do think that he would have one of a noisy tum)

2) Google (since he is a robot, he can „play” or even stimulate his stomachto behave super loudly)

3) Dark (normally he tries to control his stomach, but when he is too hungryhe just let it growl as much as it wants)

4) Mark (once in his monday morning member stream, you could easily hear hisstomach growling, to which he gave a genius comment “Excuseme for noises coming from my body, I don’t know what is this allabout.” 0///0)

5) Dr.Plier  (notIplier, this ego in perticular is a therapist)

Septics:

1) Anti  (hedoesn’t give a damn how loud his stomach can be and obviously useits volume to scare off his preys)

2) Robbie  (sincehe is a zombie, his tummy behaves much more slower and louder than ifhe was alive)

3) Jameson Jackson (justbecause he is mute doesn’t mean his organs are quiet)

4) Chase

5) Marvin

Even if I have never thought about it before, it doesn’tmean that this is not an interesting headcanon to create dear Anon. Iwould say that was fun to think about audible gurgles of hungryegos. uwu

✩Vorie✩

[ask-the-giant-septic-egos]

Introductions

Anti chuckles down at all the tiny people, speaking rather loudly for anyone’s ears to handle  "̸͟O̕OH͏͢!̶͢ ̶̢̕L̀̕O҉Ò͟K͢IĘ͞͠ W͝H͠͝A��Ţ̷̸ ̛W̸̕͟E̢̧ ͢͏͡G̴O̷̸T̀͡ ̵̷͘'҉E̛R̢̕E̕͢͡! ́͜T̡I͘N̴Y͘͟͡ P̸͝҉È͘͢O̢̧͝Ṕ̵L͏̨҉E͏̶!͏̶ ̵̧̡I̧͘ ͟C͘͞AN̴̸҉'̢̡T́ ͜͡W̶͟AI̡T̢̕ ̢T'̕͞ ͝S͘͢N͝AT͏̶͡Ç͡H̴ ̨̛O͞NE͠ ͠͏U̵͞P͘͜ ̵Á̶Ń͝D͟ P̢͝L̷A̢͞͡Y̶ ̴̧͟WI̸T͘͟H̀͞ ̀E̴̸M͡!̵͠"́҉ He laughed before continuing  "͏T͏̴͝h' n̢am̕͟ę̷'͜s҉ ͞A̧̨̛nti̴s̵ep͠t̵̕͜i͘ḉ̵e҉y͘͡e̡͜҉ ͜l̀͡ì͜t͟͠t̶̷͞l̕͠e̡ ̛͝prey̵~̢"̷̴͡

Dark grumbled, looking over towards Anti then down towards any of the tiny readers "αη†ï, šhh, †hεψ'rε εαrš ςαηη⊕† hαηdﾚε šuςh ∀⊕ﾚumε αηd ηεï†hεr ςαη ï. ﾚﾚε ⊕ηεš, mψ ηαmε ïš dαrκïpﾚïεr, ï† ïš ω⊕ηdεrƒuﾚ αηd Ωuï†ε ïη†εrεš†ïηg †⊕ mεε† ψ⊕u αﾚﾚ... ï hα∀ε ηε∀εr šεεη †ïηψ pε⊕pﾚε ßεƒ⊕rε š⊕ †hïš šh⊕uﾚd ßε Ωuï†ε †hε εxpεrïεηςε" 

[methylphenidate-already-taken]

A Song

I cannot believe i’m doing this but here is a Darkiplier Vore fic. I did not proof read this, wrote it in one go at 2 am last night. 

I asked @cookedsalad to tell me to write something and here we are

the anatomy was based on the HCs that @vorish-egos posted 

Summary: Reader has had a bad day and seeks out their favourite little Demon dude... only to find something else begin to bug them

Warnings: Soft Safe Vore. 

Word Count: 1093

Dark always treated you with care. He knew you were vulnerable and did his best to keep you safe. From both the outside world and your mind. The latter wasn’t really easy to keep you away from, he hadn’t figured out how to do it for himself, so how was he to keep you safe as well. Dark, however was very good at one thing, being there with you. 

When you came into the room, tears in your eyes, he had a handkerchief ready. Sitting you down on the couch and following suit. Letting you lean on him and cry while he sipped at his wine. 

“Did anyone hurt you?” He asked, trying to be nonchalant. 

“No, No” was the only reply you could muster. He turned to you. 

“Don’t lie to me” You could hear his ambient ringing grow a little louder

“I’m not… look… I just don't want to talk about it” You mumbled “i’ll feel better just being around you.”

Silence fell over the two of you. The handkerchief thoroughly saturated in tears. You had calmed down and the headache was setting in. That combined with Darks now piercing ringing was driving you insane, but you really didn’t want to leave his side. Giving your face a wipe with your sleeve, you shifted your head from his shoulder to his lap. You lay on your back with one ear pressed to his belly, the other plugged with your finger. 

Dark smiled just a little, and made a point of being a little louder when continuing his drink. Hoping the sounds of the swallows would translate through his whole body. He watched you, your eyes shut tight and the slightest bit of tension on your face, which only made him more distressed, and yet again louder. He removed your hand from your ear. 

“Are you in pain?” He asked gently. You flinched in response, a couple tears still pricking.

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just this headache is killing me” You replied.

“Why are you covering your ears?” 

“I…” You were trapped. Either way you answered, the ringing would still get louder. “Dark, I am so thankful that you are here, and I don’t want you to leave but your ambiance is so shrill right now it hurts.”

The most bizarre thing happened, just for a split second, it stopped. All was silent. Then it picked up again. Quieter but still as shrill. 

“I’m sorry” was all he could muster.

You squished the side of your face further into his stomach, listening to some of that already drunken wine passing through one of his stomachs. 

“It’s okay Dark, don’t worry” you mumbled into him “You were just worried about me”

“Can I make it up to you?” He asked, placing a hand on your hair. You looked up at him and nodded with a smile.

He placed his wine down on the table. Placing how now free hand on your forehead. 

Dizziness overcame you for a moment before you slowly watched his hand practically engulf you. You now lay on his leg. Only 7 inches tall. You felt his hand reach under you and gravity shifted as you were brought upwards. You sat up as his hand finally let you see again. You were face to face with him, there in his palm. 

You began to take off your shoes, and as you did so he gave you a quick lick to get rid of some of the tears still on your face. Slowly you stood up, walked up to the edge and leaned against the bridge of his nose. 

“Thank you.” You said, your breath hitching a bit as the gaping maw in front of you. Pearly white teeth greeted you. He leaned forward to gently scoop you up with the help of his hand and tongue. He couldn't help but let out a happy noise at your taste.

You giggled softly at this, and he responded by squishing you to the roof of his mouth. He had regained his composure. Despite your cramped position, you managed to wiggle your hands to up above your head, squishing them into the throat before you. He let out a happy hum before flicking his head back, swallowing. You were pushed into his throat. The sound echoing all around you as you were tightly squeezed from all sides. 

Another swallow followed, bringing the rest of you into the confines of his throat. Outside, he had a hand against you as you slid down past his collar bone. Inside, the ringing was drowned out by his heartbeat, and once you cleared his airway, his steady breaths as well. 

You felt the tension in your forehead fade away as you traveled further down the tube of flesh. 

Soon you landed into his first stomach, a squelch accompanying you. It squeezed you in greeting. You smiled lightly and shoved back at it. Already enjoying the new quiet hum you heard from within. No longer piercing, it was almost melodic deeper and quieter. 

“Sorry buddy, not today” You say softly, still patting the flesh of Darks first belly. 

“Oh, too bad,” Dark cooed all around you “I was hoping you’d get distracted and I could at least get a little something~” You laughed and nudged him again. 

Although you filled out the organ nicely enough as is, you leaned towards the next entrance. He sighed softly and you felt the chamber squish you down. There you landed, in a small pool of wine slowly draining out. You stretched, squishing against the walls of the slightly smaller space. Below you, you could hear the more deadly of the three, which your liquid roommate was slowly draining into. The gurgles and groans from the organ were soothing, because despite how close you were to something deadly, you knew Dark would never even dream of hurting you. 

“Thank you, this feels a lot better,” You said, nuzzling into the wall of monochromatic cavern. Your body had finally relaxed. Your head was no longer throbbing. The noises of Darks body surrounded you to create a beautiful, albeit odd, chorus combined with the ringing that was once painful. You felt an added pressure from one of the walls. Dark rubbed at you lightly, It felt almost muted with the wall of muscle in between you and his hand. You shut your eyes, as he began to hum to you. The last part of the song was complete. You feel asleep completely surrounded by him and the tune. Safe, secure, and happy.  

[iwouldfuckdarkiplier]

You know, there's not alot of kinky things on this blog, and you know what? I'm okay with that. I'd rather not read in depth descriptions on how Dark would vore you because you know what? I'm tired of seeing that shit -👌anon

. . .

I don’t know if this was intentionally snarky or not, but you do realize that this blog is specifically made for people to out their confessions/thoughts about Dark/Damien, right? It’s called iwouldfuckdarkiplier for a reason. I wouldn’t post overly gorey/violent content, because that could be triggering, and if that’s what you meant, that’s understandable. But talking about being “tired of seeing that shit”... my guy, why are you here?

[bing-fucker]

I Can Write and That Is Everybody Else's Problem

A fic that might or might not be vore that I wrote and am now posting for @ollieoxyn!

Characters: Bim Trimmer, Darkiplier Wilford Warfstache (mentioned)

Pairing: Bim/Dark

Warnings: Cannibalism (maybe vore?), gore, dubious consent on Dark's part.

Bim was hungry, Dark could tell. But then again, it wasn’t actually that hard to tell when Bim was hungry. He tended to snap more easily when he was hungry, and get angrier easily. Of course, Bim would always look at Dark with the same intimidated puppy dog look he always did, but Dark could always see the ferality growing in his eyes.

“Bim, can you stay behind for a moment,” Dark said, dismissing all the others from the meeting. They left quickly, with only a brief mutter from Wilford of ‘Ooooh, you’re in trouble’. Bim remained seated, looking at Dark nervously.

“D-did I do something wrong?” he asked worriedly, squirming anxiously in his seat. Dark almost found it cute.

“Can you come over here,” Dark said, leaving absolutely no room for argument or hesitation. Bim stood and walked over immediately, and that, Dark did find cute. He’d always liked how scared of him Bim was. It made him wonderfully obedient, and rather adorable when he thought he was in trouble.

“Have you been eating properly?” Dark asked, leaning his head on his palm. He knew he very much looked like a predator sizing up its prey but given Bim’s… inclinations, Dark didn’t think he would mind.

“Yes,” Bim said, looking like he very much doubted this was what Dark wanted from him. “I ate last night. A-and I made sure to clean up properly, so if that’s what you’re worried about, it’s okay.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about. I’m worried about you,” Dark purred, emphasizing the last word and raking his eyes along Bim’s slim frame. Bim blushed and shuddered at the look.

“S-sir?” Bim said softly, clearly confused. Dark scooted his chair away from the table and gripped Bim’s hips, pulling the young celebrity down into his lap.

“You see,” Dark said, ignoring the embarrassed squeak Bim gave. “I know you’re lying to me, Bim. I can tell when you haven’t eaten.” Dark quirked an eyebrow and rested his hand on Bim’s stomach. “We can all tell.”

“I-I’m sorry for lying,” Bim said, looking like he expected punishment. “I didn’t… I thought… I was planning on eating tonight.”

“I can tell when you’re lying,” Dark sighed, releasing Bim’s hips and reaching up to shrug off his own suit coat and unbutton his shirt.

Bim’s eyes widened in shock as he said, “Wh-what are you doing!?”

“You’re hungry, and I have high pain tolerance,” Dark replied, rolling his eyes like it was obvious. “Obviously I won’t let you take everything, just what you need to make it a few more days until you find a new victim.”

“I- Dark, I can’t do that!” Bim replied, blushing brightly. Dark sighed and rolled his eyes, gripping the back of Bim’s hair and pulling the young celebrity down to his own shoulder.

“I’m not giving you a choice, Bim,” he said firmly, ignoring the heat in his stomach at the whimper Bim gave. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t have something in you. So I suggest you take what you need to make it a few days without an incident.”

“Are you sure?” Bim asked, his voice deeper than usual, and that definitely did something to Dark. The entity smirked and stroked Bim’s spine like he was a particularly murderous, particularly prized pet.

“Very, my pet,” Dark replied. Bim nodded and stood up, lacking any of his usual hesitance as he stripped off his top layers, setting them at his usual spot at the table before taking his glasses off as well and walking back over to Dark. Dark quirked an eyebrow, expecting Bim to seat himself back in his lap, and finding himself surprised when the cannibal placed his hands on either side of Dark on the back of his chair, essentially caging the entity in- or appearing to, at least.

“We do this by colors,” he said quietly, a growl accentuating his words. “This is not a scene, but it is dangerous. I ask for a color, you answer me honestly. Green means keep going, yellow means slow down, red means stop. Clear?”

“Crystal,” Dark purred, watching Bim with more than a little amusement.

“Try not to squirm too much,” Bim said, seating himself back on Dark’s lap and leaning forward, gently nipping along the column of his throat.

Dark’s breath hitched slightly. When he had offered to do this for Bim, he had not been expecting to actually enjoy the idea of it. Dark had always liked pain - inflicting it on others, mostly, but he didn’t mind receiving - but this was unexpected. This was Bim. A coworker at least and a friend at most. A friend whose teeth were currently sinking into Dark’s shoulder deep enough to draw blood. Above him, Bim let out an animalistic moan and Dark settled his hands back on the younger’s hips, tilting his head to the side to allow Bim more access.

Bim moaned again, pulling away from the bite and rolling his tongue over the small rivulets of blood that escaped from where his teeth punctured skin, moaning at the taste. He barely noticed Dark’s hands settling back on his hips, having quickly sunk his teeth back into the injury and tearing the flesh away brutally, chewing and swallowing like it was the last thing he’d ever get to taste.

Dark groaned softly, tightening his grip on Bim’s hips as the cannibal nuzzled his neck gently.

“Not there, my pet,” Dark said firmly, not wanting to have to deal with the tenderness of a healing neck. Bim nodded but didn’t move his head away, and it was then that Dark realized he was kissing, not biting.

Dark smirked, moving his hand to the front of Bim’s crotch and feeling the beginnings of a hard-on. “Ah, I see,” he purred, grinding the heel of his hand against Bim’s clothed dick. “That’ll be why you take so long to choose a victim, won’t it, my pet? You have to make sure they’re pretty enough to satisfy your other needs~”

“They don’t taste good if they’re ugly,” Bim replied, his voice a bit distant as he made his way back to the wound on Dark’s shoulder, lapping and tearing at it, his face practically coated with Dark’s black blood.

“No, I imagine they don’t,” Dark agreed, moving his hand away and allowing Bim to rock his hips against Dark’s. The cannibal groaned softly, tearing off a bit of skin with his fingers and eating it quickly.

It probably said something about Dark’s psyche that he was getting off on his friend - one who always seemed so innocent, no less - eating his flesh while grinding against him. But that was a thought for a moment that wasn’t now, as Dark quickly undid both his and Bim’s slacks.

Bim paused, looking confused for a second. “What are you-?”

“Hush, my pet,” Dark replied, pushing Bim’s boxers down his hips and taking his dick in hand. “I’m already taking care of you. Why don’t you let me do the rest as well~?”

“I-” Bim blushed, moaning at the feeling of Dark’s cold hand stroking his dick. He looked like he might have protested more, had he not been as hungry as he was. Instead, he simply buried his face in Dark’s shoulder again and tore into it, moaning and whining at the taste.

Dark grunted in a mix of pain and macabre pleasure, pulling his own boxers down and holding his dick against Bim’s has he stroked them. Bim whimpered softly- whether from Dark’s movements, or the act of eating the entity, Dark didn’t know. But he didn’t exactly care as Bim tore his shirt open and bit into his chest, right above his heart.

“Color?” Bim said softly, looking up at Dark.

The entity simply smirked. “Green,” he purred, using his free hand to press Bim’s face back to his chest. Bim went willingly, tearing the flesh savagely and letting out an animalistic grunt. Dark cocked his head and stroked Bim faster, wondering how much it would take for Bim to lose control completely.

Turns out, not that long. It only took about five more minutes before Bim was pulling away from Dark completely and standing. He looked a mess. His usually neat hair was completely mussed, his face covered in blood, and his dick hard and out in the open. Dark only had to wonder what he would do for another minute before, in a surprising show of strength that betrayed his wiry frame, Bim hauled Dark out of his chair and onto the meeting table, stripping the entity of his clothes before climbing onto the table after him.

“Oh dear,” Dark said, amused. His amusement melted away as Bim forcibly spread his legs and bit into his inner thigh. “Fuck!”

Bim simply growled in response, tearing the flesh away and grinning up at Dark with bloody teeth. Dark returned the smile as best he could, watching Bim nose at his dick briefly. He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about having those teeth near something so delicate, but his body certainly knew how to feel, given he thrust unwillingly up against Bim’s cheek.

Bim growled again and pinned Dark’s hips down, biting his hip as a warning before he went back to properly biting at Dark’s thighs.

“I’m not going to be able to sit comfortably for a while, Bim,” Dark commented, hissing softly. Bim looked up at him, only the vaguest hint of understanding in his eyes. “And I’m not sure how fair it is that I’m not getting anything out of this.” Bim cocked his head, looking far too innocent for a man who’d just been eating Dark and rutting against him like an animal.

Dark laughed and patted his chest, gesturing for Bim to come up towards him. Bim did as requested and Dark wasted no time in tearing the young celebrity’s remaining clothes off. Bim cocked his head curiously for another second, before biting back into Dark’s chest. Dark ignored his own disgust as he covered his hand in blood and carefully slicked up his dick before gripping Bim’s hips tightly and guiding the young celebrity onto his dick, groaning at the feeling.

Bim let out a pained whimper, looking up at Dark with pained and confused eyes, either at the unprepared intrusion, or the intrusion at all. Dark kissed his forehead soothingly and Bim was soon once again distracted by licking up the blood decorating Dark’s chest and shoulders.

Dark groaned softly, not even having to move to make Bim start moving on his dick, the cannibal’s own arousal making him roll his hips down against the entity as he cleaned Dark’s chest of blood. Bim growled and leaned forward, burying his face in Dark’s throat and nipping at it.

Dark growled and gripped Bim’s hair, pulling the cannibal away from his throat, Bim whimpered desperately, hands scrabbling weakly at Dark’s arm. Dark huffed a laugh. He knew Bim wasn’t even close to done eating, but the young celebrity had done quite a bit of damage already, and Dark wasn’t interested in seeing what would happen if he continued to feast.

“Just relax my pet,” Dark said patiently, pulling Bim’s head further back and thrusting up into the young celebrity. It was unfortunate that Dark didn’t take long to spill inside of the younger man on top of him, although it took Bim even less time. Fortunately, the image of Bim so animalistic and willing to do anything was one that Dark would keep with him for a while.

Bim slumped forward as soon as Dark let go of his hair, letting out another pained whimper before he promptly passed out. Dark laughed and lifted the cannibal off of him, standing and grunting painfully in response to his wounds.

“These will take a while to heal, my pet,” he sighed, picking Bim up and tearing a hole through the void to his bedroom. “I’ll punish you for that later.” Bim shifted innocently in Dark’s arms and the entity grinned, stepping through the void and already making plans.

[incorrect-ego-quotes]

Okay but about Mike being the incarnation of 4am twitter drafts, I’ve legit thought that before. My twitter drafts are a dark, questionable place where I have existential crises about stupid things like Greek gods voring each other

he absolutely isi have a draft on twitter that i wrote at 3 am that says 'technically, darkiplier vored celine and damien'

[pixellpython]

Things you’ll find on PonyTown’s 18+ server:

-people repeatedly booping each other. Not even talking, just standing there silently booping. Repeatedly. For hours.

-The homestuck and Undertale/DeltaRune fandoms, of whom can always be found in the upper left corner of the map, right next to the spawn point. Sometimes joined by the FNAF fandom just below the plushie area.

-literal meme ponies

-actual mlp characters

-lots of “Lumens” and “Meeps”

-Eddsworld ponies

-a group of ponies that look exactly the same and usually have the same name. Probably starting a cult.

-A bajillion Darkiplier and Antisepticeye ponies

-Pokemon themed ponies that generally stay in the area to the right of the lake with the island.

-Creepypasta ponies scattered across the map

-BNHA and FMA cosplay ponies

-like, maybe two or three tumblr artists?

-people talking about vore. A lot.

[m-i-y-o-k-i]

Don't delete this blog though!! It's a great shit post mess id love to look back on someday

why would i delete it when it has such amazing memories like @bing-iplier 's cursed 'one thicc bih' ego video shitpostsmaking @all-these-trees-stealing-mah-o2 suffer with gross oviposition/egg laying kinkthe cursed ddlg anon scarring all of us with their dark in diapers askstelling everyone that darkiplier vored damien and celine in the canon of who killed markiplierand tons of other weird shitposts and memes?? imma look back at this blog when im Old and Grey someday tbh