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Alright so I know I haven’t been active (life is a bitch + writing multiple things at once apparently gets me confused on what I write when switching) but I just thought of something while doing the Sanders Sides Coraline AU fic...

Has anyone talked about what would happen with Remus if Roman became Pride!Roman? Like I just thought of that and I don’t think anyone has even talked about that, despite how much I see Pride!Roman around and how much I see Deceit making Roman become Pride.

Feel free to reblog this post with ideas on what you think would happen because I’m genuinely curious and I can’t even begin to think up a fic that would cover this.

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I love your Darkiplier X Daughter Reader ( Kidnapped ). Can you make a part two where Dark is like "Shit, I think went too far..." And he decide to calm her daughter down by bringing her cookies and milk ( or whatever dessert ). He arrived at the room and saw she is hiding under the blanket sobbing because she's scared. She flinced when Dark tries to to touch her and that makes his heart crush to million pieces. Sorry my english is suck and if you don't do request then please ignore this message

Y’know, I never would have thought of this sequel for Kidnapped. I love it and I’ll do it! 

And don’t worry my dude, your English is great! 

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Kidnapped

Darkiplier + Daughter!Reader (Obviously familial) 

So I just found this while going through my Docs. It was supposed to be posted last year, but I wasn’t happy with a big chunk of it so I put it aside and totally forgot about it. Whoops. 

Well, here it is now! And it’s based off of @justwritingscibbles​ bullet fic about being Dark’s Daughter! Hope you guys enjoy!

    It was one thing to have a protective father, and it was another to have an overprotective father who just so happened to be a demon of sorts. 

    You loved your father, you really, truly did. You just wished he would ease off on the protective level a bit. Having to tell him every little detail on where you were going if you were going out and dealing with having either Dark himself or some of his essence in your shadow just so he could keep an eye on you, or even ordering The Host to go with you, was beyond annoying. You knew he only did this because he cares for you and just doesn’t want anything bad to happen, but you just wish that he could trust the world enough to leave you alone.

    One day while idly staring at the ceiling to your room while laying down, you decide to do something daring; sneak out to go to the mall without telling your father. Sure you’ve attempted this multiple times before and failed every attempt, not getting too far before he realized what you did and drags you back home to give you a good scolding, but you were sure that you would be able to successfully sneak away and get to your destination without him dragging you home!

    Coincidentally, your friends planned to go to the movies tomorrow and you wanted to join them, and as it turns out, tomorrow was also the day Dark had to attend an important meeting that would probably last all day. This was perfect; not only was your father going to be gone all day, but you had a reason to sneak out! You just hoped he wouldn’t use his powers to check on you while you were gone…

    The next day quickly arrived and you were ecstatic. Dark, sensing your excitement, asked you what you were excited about out of curiosity and you explain to him that you and an online friend were gonna stream some really old public domain films and mock them. He knew how you loved to watch things with your online friends so he believed you, thankfully.

    “Are you going to be okay while I’m gone, Y/N?” Dark asked, straightening out his suit.

    “Of course I will be, father! Besides, I’m gonna be on my computer all day today, so I won’t really be leaving my room that often until you come home.”

    Dark chuckled and pat your head. “Just remember to take care of yourself. I’ll be home by dinner.”

    “I will! And you try to not hurt the other Ipliers during the meeting!” You giggled and he rolled his eyes. “See you later, father!”

    “Goodbye, Y/N.” He smiled and promptly walked out the front door.

    You watched from the window as he left to the Iplier HQ and, once he was out of view, immediately ran into your room to change your clothes. It was time for things to be set into motion! You text your friends to ask what time the movie started, what time you should arrive and where should you meet them. As you awaited their reply, you made sure you had what you knew you’d need: a jacket, house keys, wallet, phone and pepper spray. You were only going to the movies so you didn’t need much.

    Once the reply from your friends came to you, you frowned as you saw that the movie was in four hours. This meant you’d have to wait for at least three hours before leaving that way you guys wouldn’t be wandering around aimlessly for too long. After the agonizingly slow three hours of waiting, you put on your jacket and quickly made way for the exit. After locking the door, you began to run to where your friends told you to meet up. You were sure that you attracted some looks from strangers due to running, but you didn’t care. You were going on a movie day with your friends without Dark’s essence, or himself, in your shadow and without Host! And this time, since Dark was gonna be gone all day, there was no chance of getting into trouble!

    You had to admit, it was so odd being out in the open without any hint of your father nearby, yet it was refreshing all the same. You knew that you still had to be careful because of dangerous people that roamed the street, but you figured that since you were Dark’s daughter and that you hung out with the other egos (or tried to, anyway), you were prepared to defend yourself should someone try to do something to you. 

    As you got closer to your destination, you heard someone call your name. You stopped in your tracks and looked around. It wasn’t a voice you recognize and it sounded like it was right next to you, even though there was no one there. Shrugging, you take a few more steps before hearing your name being called again. This time, however, you stopped in front of an alleyway where a hooded figure rested against the wall. You looked at them, and judging from how the hood moved, they looked at you back.

    “A-Are you the one calling me…?” You hesitantly asked them. 

    “Yeah, I am. Tell me; what’s Darkiplier’s prized possession doing out in public without him?”

    “Prized possession..? Wait, how do you know about my father?!”

    “How do I know him? Heh, who doesn’t know him? He’s one of the most feared beings around, although I think he’s grown soft thanks to you. Come on, kid, you should know that.” They pushed themselves off the wall and faced you, the shadow from the buildings hiding any noticeable features about them.

    Your hands began to shake and your heart was pounding. Something about this person unsettled you and you felt the strong urge to run away right then and there, but your legs were practically locked in place from fear.

    They took a step towards you. “Tell me; what do you think will happen if one of Dark’s enemies finds you and senses that he’s not around, hm?” 

    “I… I don’t know…” You gulped. 

    In truth, you did know. Oh boy, did you know. The first time Dark caught you sneaking out he made sure to tell you what could happen if he’s not around to ensure your safety. He even drilled the possibilities into your head by using his powers to show you, even if he regretted scaring you by doing this. 

    “Well then, missy.” Smiling, the figure disappeared and quickly appeared behind you, grappling you with a tight grip and holding a knife to your neck. “Let me show you~”

    You screamed at the top of your lungs to try and get someone's attention, but it was all for naught as he glitched away with you still in his grip. 

    Anti finally had a way to make Dark do what he wants. 

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    The Host’s head snapped up as he felt a strong disturbance flow through the air. He sensed that something bad had just happened. Something so bad that even he hesitated to quietly narrate it. Everyone in the meeting room looked at him, knowing that him snapping his head up like he did was a very rare occurrence and it usually meant something bad had just happened somewhere that would affect one or more of them. 

    “Host, what’s wrong with you?” Wilford questioned.

    The Host opened his mouth to speak, but found that he was too scared to talk. Upon closer inspection, his lip was trembling. 

    “Out with it, Host! We don’t have all day!” Dark growled.

    “T-The Host… is scared.” He muttered. “A-And requests that everyone else leaves so he can talk to Dark in private... “

    Everyone glanced at each other and then at Dark, who nodded as permission for them to leave. Slowly they got up and exited the room, leaving the narrator and demon alone. 

    “What is the meaning of this?”

    The Host gulped, trying to pick his words carefully. “...Y/N is in trouble. The Septic ego Antisepticeye has kidnapped her and plans to use her as blackmail so you do what he wants.”

    Immediately, Dark’s aura flickered as his shell almost shattered completely. The entire room lost its color and ringing could be heard throughout the entire building.

    He was enraged.

    How dare Anti put his hands on his beloved daughter and plan to use her as blackmail. 

    How dare Anti think he could do this and get away with it. 

    No, he was going to pay dearly for this. 

    “How? How did he get her!?” He growled, causing the Host to gulp.

    “She left the house approximately three hours after you left to come to this meeting so she could attend a hang out day with some friends of hers without any trace of you with her.”

    If Dark wasn’t twitchy already, he certainly was now. He warned you about what could happen if you went somewhere without him around in some way, he fucking warned you, and yet you didn’t heed his warnings. In a fit of rage he punched a hole into the table and stormed out of the room, exploding into cloud of shadows and began to make his way to the Septic’s house. 

    He would scold you later, but right now he had to focus on making Anti pay.

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    “Wakey wakey, devil’s daughter~” Anti giggled, his hand under your chin and lifting it so you were facing him. 

    You had fainted after being glitched away with him, allowing him to easily tie you up in a chair in his basement. Opening your eyes and meeting his gaze caused you to close them again, praying that this was all a big nightmare and that soon your father would wake you up for breakfast. You prayed and prayed but to no avail, as you still felt the man’s hand under your chin and felt the chain restraining you from moving.

    “Awww, is the little girl scared?” He continued to giggle. “I’m surprised. Being Darkiplier’s daughter, I thought you would be an emotionless bastard like him.”

    Not giving him the satisfaction of responding, you instead try to bite his hand, which results in him pulling away and slapping you on the cheek. You yelped and tried to hold back any tears that might have started to form. You had to stay strong until Dark arrived.

    “You better watch it. Remember who the powerless hostage is here.”

    “What do you want from me?” 

    There was a sadistic glimmer in his eye,“What do I want? Hehehe… Well, I want to see Dark suffer. And what better way to do that than to hurt the only thing he cares about?” 

    Anti grabbed his knife and placed it on your cheek. Feeling the cold metal on your skin petrified you. You had to resist the urge to turn your head to look away so you wouldn’t get cut. Anti smirked at seeing your terrified expression. He kept the knife there for a few more moments, even pressing it against your skin slightly, before taking it away. He was going to have fun with this, oh yes.

    “W-Why do you want to hurt my father?!” You managed to ask.

    “Why? Isn’t it obvious? There’s room for only one powerful ego in this world, and that’s ME.” He hissed. “But don’t worry. Once I get rid of him, or at least make sure he does my bidding, I’ll make sure that you’ll be fine. Just don’t try to escape, or else...”

    You gulped at his last sentence. Something happening to Dark because of you was the last thing you wanted. You struggled. Despite Anti’s warning, you still had to make an attempt to escape.

    He giggles. “Are you really trying to escape while I’m still here? You’re not very bright are you? Then again, you’re Dark’s daughter. I should have expected as much.”

    This creature was getting on your nerves. Now you understood why your father despised him so much.

    “Ohhh… Just you wait! Once my father gets here, you’re in for a world of trouble!” You declared, doing your best to sound intimidating like Dark.

    Glitchy laughter filled the room. It was obvious that Anti wasn’t taking you seriously.

    “Oh trust me…” He glitched behind you to whisper into your ear. “I won’t be the one in a world of pain when he gets here~” 

    He promptly gagged you and once again disappeared into thin air. 

    Panic immediately began to set in now that you were alone. Was Anti really going to hurt your father? Did Dark or Host even sense that something happened to you? Was Anti going to kill you as a way of hurting Dark?!

    All these thoughts running through your head cause you to start struggling even more than before. You had to get out. You had to escape. You needed to get out of there before you put your father in danger. Even if he was a powerful creature, you didn’t want to risk losing him.

    You don’t know how much time had passed, but you ended up tiring yourself out. Instead of struggling to escape, you cried in fear. If only you had listened to your father. If only you had stayed at home where it was safe. Why the hell did you think that going somewhere without your father was a good idea?! There was a reason he was being overprotective dammit! 

    As you sat there in silence, you hear something. You feel something. Lifting your head, you begin to look around. It was dim in the room so you couldn’t really see anything, but you sensed that something was nearing you. It wasn’t Anti; he had a different feeling to him. Then you notice something; the shadows were seemingly moving and you heard a very loud, high pitch ringing. That only meant one thing. 

    “...Father?” You thought to yourself.

    On cue Dark manifested from the shadows and, without hesitation, took off your gag and started to undo your bounds. 

    “There’s a reason I’m overprotective, Y/N. This is that reason.” He growled. 

    You gulped. What were you supposed to say that wouldn’t anger him? ‘Thank you’ and ‘I’m sorry’ came to mind, but that could wait until you were both home. 

    You both were still in danger, after all.

    Once the bounds came off, you went to wrap your arms around him but stopped mid-motion. Your eyes widened at the sight behind him.

    Anti had glitched behind Dark and was about to stab him.

    Reading your actions, your father immediately turned around and punched the glitch in the stomach to knock the wind out of him. It worked, but caused him to glitch away and reappear next to you. Anti grabbed you and placed his knife to your throat, planning to threaten you in order to get Dark to back down from any further attack. He wasn’t able to get a single word out before Dark used the shadows to pull his arm away from you, then used more shadows to pull him away from you entirely. 

    You used this opportunity to flee behind your father. Despite the painful negative energy flowing throughout the room thanks to his aura, you didn’t want to leave his side.

    Dark, however, had different plans. You may not have wanted to leave his side, but he wanted you out of the building so he could deal with Anti in private. He brushed his hand against your arm and glanced back at you.

    “Wait for me outside.”

    Hesitantly nodding, you do as ordered. You don’t get too far before you hear the sound of intense fighting commence. Covering your ears, you run out of the building. You normally weren’t phased by fights, verbal or physical, but since this one involved Dark and his greatest enemy you didn’t want to risk hearing any painful grunts coming from him.

    The sun was set by the time Dark finally emerged from the house. You look up at him and see that his normally perfect suit was ruined and that he had a few cuts across his face and chest.

    “F-Father…”

    “Don’t worry about me. Are you okay?”

    “Yes, I’m okay…” You mumble, unable to look him in the eyes.

    “Good. Come, let’s go home.”

    Opening a portal, he grabbed your hand and led you through it. His grip on your hand was tight, and it was hard to tell if it was from anger or fear.

    After he closed the portal, he let you go and put his hands behind his back. “Y/N, after you get a snack and go to the bathroom, meet me in my study. I need to have a word with you.” 

    His voice sounded calm, but you knew that underneath that calm demeanor was a hidden rage he was trying to hide from you. Yes, he was angry at Anti for kidnapping you, but he was also angry at you for lying to him and leaving the house without telling him.

    You nodded and quickly walked away. You ate your favorite snack, drank some water, and went to the bathroom. You even changed into more comfortable clothes.

    Now here you were. Outside of Dark’s study and too terrified to enter. His anger was certainly something to be feared. You’ve only ever seen a fraction of it since he always does his best to hide how angry he can truly be, but you were certain that you were going to face a lot more than you were used to.

    Taking a deep breath, you proceed to enter his office and walked to the center of it. Dark was staring out a window, now in a new suit,  and remained motionless even when you came to a halt. 

    Neither of you said anything, creating a thick layer of tension. Both of you were looking for the right words to say. You didn’t want to anger him anymore than he already was, and Dark didn’t want to scare you anymore than he knows he will. 

    The silence between you two continued. The only sounds in the room came from a clock on the wall and the ringing his aura created.

    Finally, Dark spoke up.

    “Why did you lie to me, Y/N?” He asked, not moving from his spot.

    You gulp. “I… Because… I wanted to go to the movies with my friends.”

    “Why didn’t you say so in the first place?”

    “Because…” You hesitated to say it. “I… I wanted to feel what it was like without either you or Host watching me.”

    Dark remained quiet for a moment. “...Why do you think I do what I do, Y/N?” He turns to face you. “Why do you think I make sure to know everything when you leave the house?”

    You remain quiet, not wanting to say an answer that will anger him.

    “It’s because of bastards like Anti. He’s not the only one who would be willing to kidnap you to try and use you as blackmail against me. He’s not the only one who would be willing to kidnap you for even far more heinous acts!” Dark moved in front of you. “And if it wasn’t for the Host, I wouldn’t have known about your situation until much later. And yes, I did sense that something had happened, but I assumed it wasn’t as bad as it really was. I will admit that was my fault and I won’t be making that mistake again.” He twitched, trying to contain his cracking shell. “And yet despite all my warnings, you still disobey and lie to me. Why?”

    You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out.

    “...Answer my question, Y/N. WHY?!” 

    Tears started to form at the corners of your eyes as you looked away from his gaze. “B-Because… I wanted to go out with my friends alone… a-and thought that everything you said was exaggerating.” 

    “Do not look away from me, Y/N.” He growled.

    You looked back at him, hesitantly. His eyes looked venomous and you feared your upcoming punishment. You already had a horrible headache thanks to the ringing in your head and his negative aura, but your father was feared for a reason. Sure, he had never hurt you, and he especially always tried to keep his aura and shell in control, but you fucked up badly this time. Honestly, even if you feared your upcoming punishment, you knew you deserved it.

    You disobeyed and lied. It’s only right that he punished you.

    “I give you anything you could ever want. I take you EVERYWHERE you want to go. The least you can do is be honest with me and never disobey me. Especially when it comes to leaving the house while that glitch bitch is still alive.”

    He turned around and walked over to his desk, putting both hands down on it. You can tell from the multiple forms of him screaming off to the side that he was only getting angrier. He was trying to contain it, but was having great difficulty. You’ve never seen him at his worst, but this was new and pretty bad.

    He started taking quick, deep breaths. His other forms creeping out from his shell got worse and the air in the study got heavier, making it difficult to breathe comfortably. Your head started pounding as the ringing became deafening and the negative aura felt like another heavy blanket on top of you. Suddenly, he yelled and punched a hole into his desk. The suddenness of it caused you to flinch and take a step back. It’d be a lie to say you weren’t scared by that alone.

    Dark stayed quiet for what seemed like an eternity before the ringing started to subdue to a more tolerable level and his shell seemed stable again. During this time, you didn’t dare say anything. You still didn’t want to risk angering him more. 

    Finally, he turned to speak to you over his shoulder.

    “...Go to your room, Y/N. Leave all your electronics outside your room. You’re grounded from using them for a month.” He grumbled, just loud enough so you could hear.

    “Yes, father…” You said in a hushed tone.

    Leaving his study, you take a deep breath and start walking to your room, processing everything your father said. It was a lot to take in, but you learned your lesson, that’s for damn sure. Never again would you lie to Dark, and never again would you try to leave without him knowing.    

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Long Live the King

*Walks in with a smoothie* Yo. I finally have another fic after being gone forever. And of course it deals with angst ;D

Bless @sidespromptblog for coming up with the prompt that inspired me to write again, and I’m just gonna casually tag @starwarsdestroyedme and @ky-likes-sanders-sides because I saw their expanded ideas in the notes and decided to use those in here too! Because more angst is the best!

I’m gonna be basing King Creativity’s, Mars, outfit from these pics

Tw: Getting sliced in half; though it’s not graphic I don’t wanna risk anyone getting uncomfortable when getting to the part. If I need to add something, let me know.

Free Cookies to anyone who gets why I named King Creativity ‘Mars’

Wordcount:  1832

    Things were not looking good in Patton’s eyes.

    With Thomas now a teenager and the horrifying thing that is puberty starting to kick in at full force, the Mindscape was a mess. 

    Logan was swamped with work. While he did enjoy learning everything Thomas learned in school, he struggled to ensure Thomas kept the dang knowledge in his long term memory. He was also in a losing battle with him to make sure he ate healthy and went to sleep at a reasonable hour, though Patton would take the blame on that one since he just wants Thomas to have as much fun as he can and eat all the yummy treats he can too.

    And then Anxiety fully made himself known. Sure he was always around, but now he practically took over the driver's seat and is steering the poor boy down an angsty path. Sure, this is the time where Thomas is supposed to discover who he is, but it doesn’t have to be like this! Thank goodness Patton knows how to steer Thomas onto a ‘better’ path, even if for a little while. 

    Patton isn’t even gonna think about what Deceit will be capable of later on in Thomas’s life. Although he does wonder if that snake is the reason Anxiety is the way he is… And then starts to wonder if Deceit’s influence over Anxiety is the reason his friend started changing for the worst.

    The King of Creativity, or Mars, was noticeably getting more and more disturbing, to say the least. While he of course continued to create the  loveable fantasy ideas that he was supposed to be known for, he had started to make very crude jokes and began to delve into dark humor. And to top it all off, he started to go a bit insane and took an interest to more ‘physical humor,’ to put it lightly. Patton gags every time he thinks about the last ‘joke’ Mars showed him. 

    Patton had asked Logan if he noticed these changes in their friend, and while Logan did notice, he only said that this is just a normal phase that will pass. When asked how long it would take to pass, Logan couldn’t give Patton a straight answer since it could be a few years at best, if that.

    That, however, was not the answer Patton wanted to hear.

    It’s been roughly a year since Mars started falling down the rabbit hole of ‘impureness,’ and Patton have had enough. Instead of improving, Mars got worse, and Patton was going to put an end to this once and for all. 

    He stood in front of his best friends door, starting to question his if his decision was a good one or not. He let out a stuttered breath as he reached for the doorknob, only to hesitantly pull away.

    ...No, he had to do this. He had to go through with this. For the good of Thomas, this was something that needed to be done. 

     Patton is Morality; he knows what’s best for Thomas. 

    Besides, if he doesn’t do this, then no one would accept Thomas. He wouldn’t ever grow and would devolve into something horrible and would thus be shunned by everyone around him.

    Taking a deep breath, Morality finally entered Mars’s room. It was a mess; filled with many journals containing ideas for different things that Thomas could create, good, angsty, and disgusting, and a lot of art equipment. Though Morality would prefer to ignore some of the unfinished paintings that’s in his peripheral vision. 

    Mars’s room is significantly bigger than everyone else's due to him wanting to wanting to feel like he’s actually in a castle, so it takes Morality a few minutes before he actually finds Mars. 

    When he finds him, he has his back turned to the other Side and is aggressively painting a new picture with both hands, not at all noticing that Morality stepped into the room. Using this opportunity to his advantage, Morality quickly looked around for Mars’s favorite sword. It was always in the same room as him, so it had to be around here somewhere. To his delight(?), he left it against the wall, almost as if he just left it there while in a rush to paint whatever new thing he thought of. Morality made sure to take it without making a noise, then hid it behind his back.

    He has reached the point of no return.

    Clearing his throat and putting his happy persona on, Patton tapped on Mars’s shoulder. 

    “Hey there, kiddo!” 

    “wHO GOES THERE-” Mars wildly spun around to face the other man, almost hitting him in the face with a paint brush, and didn’t realize that Patton was trying to hide something behind his back. “Oh! It’s just you, Pa! Erm, I’m afraid I cannot show you my next masterpiece because it’s not yet PERFECT! And therefore not actually a MASTERpiece yet. And you know how I HATE showing things that aren’t a perfect masterpiece!” 

    Patton chuckled nervously, “It’s fine. I, uh… I actually wanted to talk to you about something, if you have the time.” 

    Mars gasped, offended at the thought he wouldn’t have the time to listen to his best friend. “Have the time?! Patton, you know I always have time for you, my friend! So, what can I do for you?” He asked, throwing the paintbrushes he was holding to his sides.

    “Well… I wanted to talk to you about your… recent behavior.” Patton gulped. 

    Mars tilted his head curiously at him. He honestly had no idea what Patton was talking about. For all he knew, he was acting normal and adapting to whatever Thomas seemingly had an interest to. 

    “You’ve been, how do I put this? Erratic and really disturbing. The crude jokes and the ‘physical humor’ just isn’t right!” Patton continued with the feeling of dread starting to wash over him.

    Mars was quick to defend himself. “What do you mean? I’m just adapting to what Thomas is growing interested in, or at least what he takes in from his environment! It’s fine!” 

    “No! It’s not fine!” Patton’s breathing started to stutter. “I… I don’t want to do this, but… If that’s what you think, and you’re sticking to it, then you give me no choice.” 

    Slowly, Patton revealed the sword and held it in both hands. Mars’s eyes immediately widened as he took a step back and Patton lifted the sword so it was above his head.

    “W-Wait… Pa… Dad… What are you doing!? Y-You don’t have to do this! Please, think this through!” Mars began to plead, holding his arms up in a defensive position. 

    “I’m sorry…” Patton whispered as he closed his tear-filled eyes. 

                                       “...Long live the king.”

    With a quick slice of the sword, Mars, King of Creativity, was sliced in two. 

    As the two halves slid apart and hit the floor, the Mindscape shook violently. Everything in the room, and probably everywhere else, fell off the walls and onto the floor. 

    The reality of what Morality did hit him quickly. He dropped the sword and looked at the scene in front of him, dropped to his knees, then looked down to his hands. He did this. This was his doing. But… it was for the best, right?

    He didn’t have time to really fully process what happened before he heard the sound of footsteps running towards him and stop at the doorway.

    “...Patton… What have you done?” A shocked Logan asked.

    Morality didn’t answer right away as he was still staring into his hands in horror. Logan is only able to take a step forward before Morality looks over at him, tears streaming down his face.

    “L-Logan… I… I… I had to do it… I couldn’t take it anymore so I… I cut him in half… I-It was the only way… O-Otherwise poor Thomas would have been rejected by others...” 

    Logan, unsure of how to comfort him, just stood there in the doorway. Why in the world Patton would go this far to stop those intrusive thoughts Mars produced was beyond him, but what's done is done. All he can do now is watch as the two halves regenerate to form their own whole body, and watch as Patton continues to break down in the middle of the room.

    What intrigued Logan was that as the halves regenerated, so did their clothes. One half had his clothes turn white, his sash remain red, and had a small bit of gold on his clothes. He looked the most like the former king. 

    The other half, however, was almost dramatically different. He kept the primarily black outfit, but had a green sash, a silver quiff in his hair, his eyes looked like they were both bruised, and his outfit human teeth and eyeballs. 

    It was obvious which half had which traits.

    While Logan was still observing the halves, Patton managed to get up and stumble to him, falling into him grabbing his shirt before he fell to the floor.

    “Y-You need to help me… They can’t remember this. They can’t remember what I did to them!” He pleaded, looking the other man right in the eyes. “A-And we need to figure out what to do with… him…” He then glanced at the more disturbing looking half.

    Logan felt bad, which was new, but Patton was right. If they remembered what Patton did, it wouldn’t end well. Also, something did have to be done with the two new sides anyway. 

 ��  He gently nudged Patton off and carefully helped him sit onto the floor so he wouldn’t fall down. Then he goes over to the now fully formed sides and crouches next to them.

    “...They’re gonna need names you know…” He said. There was silence between the two before Logan finally spoke up again. “...I think Romulus and Remus are adequate names for them. Romulus shall be the one in white while Remus is the… more disturbing one…”

    Patton had to think about it for a moment, all while still trying to calm himself down, and nodded at the name suggestions. 

    “I think those are good names… But, Romulus is a bit much, don’t you think? How about just Roman?” 

    “Well, Romulus named his city Rome, so I suppose Roman shall suffice.” Logan agreed. “Now, Patton, I would suggest you go to your room to calm down. I’ll… figure out what to do from here. You’ve done enough today.”

    “...No. Let me at least finish what I started.” Logan looked back at him and raised an eyebrow. “I know what to do with Remus. Just… figure out how to wipe their memories and I’ll handle the rest.” 

    Normally Logan wouldn’t want Patton to handle anything by himself, especially after this mess, but something told him this was an argument he wouldn’t win, so he allowed it.

    Nothing would be the same ever again.

    The king was gone forever.

    All that was left was the Prince and the Duke.

    ...Interestingly enough, the painting Mars was working on depicted an army of red exiting a castle to face an army of green, coming from a tower. 

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Confused Housemates

(Platonic) Darkiplier x Reader

Oh hey look, after forever this is finally finished. It’s not exactly how the anon who requested it wanted it, but I hope you still like it.

In a nutshell, this fic is about you and Dark being close friends, much to the surprise and confusion to everyone else.

   If anyone were to ask you if you regretted moving in with the Iplier egos, you’d immediately say no. It was actually the best decision you’ve ever made in your life. Yeah there was chaos in there practically every day, but it was entertaining chaos. Plus you got along with everyone inside the manor; a feat that many would say is impossible, especially considering who your best friend was.

   Darkiplier. A demonic being who was hellbent on taking over Mark’s channel and seemingly “disliked,” as he put it, everybody in the manor. Actually, he “disliked” pretty much everyone and and everything in the world. Well, everybody except you. He found comfort when you were around and actually tried to make sure his shell wouldn’t crack too much so he didn’t make you uncomfortable. In fact, he treated you as an equal.

   As he explained to you one time, you weren’t annoying and stupid like all the other residents in the Iplier Manor and you also had manners. Not only that, but you always made an attempt to be polite and helpful whenever a situation called for it. You also were the calmest and ‘most sane’ person he knew, which was a big plus.

   Surprisingly, despite how much you hung out with the demon, no one really realized your friendship with him. To them, you were just someone who moved in to help with work, seeing as how someone seems to always need help in some way. Wilford and Bim would ask for you to be their assistant on their shows, Host would need you to change his bandages if Dr Iplier was distracted with something else, Bing would beg you to protect him every time he pissed off the Googles, the list just went on. Anytime someone saw you with Dark for a long period of time was because he asked you to do paperwork he didn’t feel like touching or you just returned from an errand he sent you on and were talking about it.

   It was a rare day when it was quiet in the manor, save for a few gunshots you decided to ignore, and you were hanging out with Dark in the main living room. He sat on a couch reading a book while you were laying down on the same couch with your legs in his lap, listening to music with your eyes closed. Dark didn’t mind you resting your legs on his lap; as long as you didn’t fidget too much or stick your foot in his face, he was fine with it. The only reason he didn’t like you doing this was because of the ruckus that would insure should someone, mainly Warfstache, see this.

   And just his luck, Wilford Motherlovin’ Warfstache decided to enter the living room. He intended on asking Dark a question but instantly threw that out the window the moment he spotted you and how you were positioned.

   “Well now, what do we have here? Darkasprakle allowing Y/n rest their legs on his lap? What kind of madness is this?” He asked in astonishment.

   Dark sighed and glanced over at him. “They’re comfortable and not bugging me, unlike you. Now what do you want?”

   “Fuck what I was gonna ask you, this is WAY more interesting!” The man exclaimed in his usual loud voice.

   As Wilford went on with questions, not letting an irritated Dark answer, you open your eyes and panic upon seeing him. You quickly take your legs off Dark’s lap and sat up straight while throwing off your headphones and turning your music off. Watching you do this caused the moustached man to howl with laughter, and the demon to squint at him with anger.

   “Y/N! You didn’t have to put on that small show for me! Now, you gotta tell me, when did you and Dark get so close?” He asked, eyes sparkling as if this was something worth an interview. “Are you both, perhaps, dating?”

   “NO!” You both shouted at the same time.

   “We’re just friends, Wilford! That’s it!” You try to assure him but to no avail.

   “Now that’s a load of bullshit if I’ve ever heard it. Darkasparkle would never let anyone rest their legs on his lap if he didn’t need them for something!”

   He goes on and on about why what you said was bullshit, not only causing Dark’s shell to crack more and more, but also causes more Ipliers to enter the living room to see what the fuck Warfstache was going on about now.

   From the corner of your eye you see Dr. Iplier, Yan, Bim, both Jims (who are recording this), and Bing, listening to Wilford go on about how it’s strange that Dark would let you, an ordinary mortal and basically a random person, rest your legs on his lap, and how he wonders what else he allows you to do that he’d never let anyone else do. Trying to tune the loudmouth out, you can vaguely hear what the others are saying.

   “Dark and Y/N are friends rather than just associates?”

   “I thought Dark couldn’t stand anybody, especially random strangers…”

   “Perhaps Y/N is his senpai?”

   “Dude, I don’t think the edgelord rolls like that. Though it’s hella weird that he considers them a bro.”

   “Jim, make sure you record all of this. This is definitely our next big scoop!”

   “ENOUGH!” Dark shouts, slamming his hands onto the back of the couch.

   Dark’s shell cracked to the point where you see a version of him yell out in anger and frustration. His aura grew intense; with you being near him, it caused you to feel extremely dizzy, and the ringing that was usually light and easy to zone out was now loud and unbearable. You almost wanted to resume your music to try and drown it out.

   “Unless you dimwits feel like spending a whole year in the void, get the fuck out of my sight.” He growled, glaring at everyone.

   Well, that worked on the Ipliers who entered the living room moments ago; they all scattered. Warfstache stayed and shook his head.

   “Oh I get it; You just want to spend some time with your ‘special friend’ don’t you? Don’t worry, I get the hint now~” He smirked, then shuffled his way to you and lowered his head. “Though I think I might be wanting an interview from you now~”

   Dark grabbed him by the back of his shirt and threw him into a portal he created, closing it before the man could say anything else. Though he didn’t know why he expected that to work completely since he just opened another portal and stuck his head through.

   “Little aggressive, dontcha think?” He asks, quickly disappearing through the portal again before Dark could say anything.

   It takes the demon a few moments to calm himself before straightening out his suit and looking at you.

   “Are you okay?” He asked.

   “Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine.” You shake your head, trying to process what the hell just happened and also shake away the dizziness.

   He sighed and summed a glass of water, handing it to you. “My apologies for letting my aura get out of control. It’s just hard to control it when those idiots start to piss me off.”

   “I noticed.” You chuckled, taking the glass and starting to sip it.

   He sits back down and the two of you remain in silence for a few minutes. Eventually, you break the silence by speaking again.

   “Say… Dark?” He looks at you. “...We are friends, right?”

   “Of course we are.” He answers with no hesitation. “As I’ve explained before, you’re the only calm, polite one here. You also have a comforting feel about you. Something I’ve never seen in a human before. When not being bombarded by idiots, it encourages me to try and control my anger.”

   You smile and go to say something, but stop as you hear the sound of Wilford screaming about how Dark actually has a friend, which in turn causes the once silent manor to grow loud in confusion and surprise. You glance out the door, then back at Dark and see that his expression grows practically murderous. Without saying anything, he gets up again and straightens out his suit, taking a step over to you and putting your headphones over your ears again.

   “Rest here with your music. I have a moustached man to murder.”

   And with that, he melted into the shadows and left the room to deal with the ruckus.

   Honestly you couldn’t help but chuckle as you felt his presence leave the room. Laying back down and resuming your music, you smile as you think about how he really does consider you a friend. And you can’t help but wonder if it really was a bad thing that the other ipliers knew.

   Then again, knowing how the madhouse is, it probably was. Oh well.

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That would be awesome, but if you don't feel like doing it then don't, okay? I don't want to force you to do anything ^^

Oh I’m totally gonna do it eventually. It’ll be another bullet fic and those are a lot easier than normal fics, so it’s fine.

Also I’ve been thinking about Robbie and the Iplier for awhile now :P

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Omg the iplier egos + Robbie interaction on the Christmas bullet fic was so sweet! Omg I need more *-*

Glad you think so! If you want, when I can find that stupid motivation and inspiration, I can write how Robbie interacts with the Iplier egos on a normal day.

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Yan x reader where he finally agrees to let you meet his family/the other egos, and all of them are kinda surprised because his ‘senpai’ is actually really nice and patient with everyone (and compared to yan, whos rather hyper at times, this is a very interesting relationship.) And maybe Yan starts clearly getting jealous of the others and reader just casually lets him cling to them and to make him feel better? Aah i just love yan, i hope this is alright!

I love Yan too and I love this prompt! I’ll totally get to writing this when I can!

Also this is probably a good time to apologize for not writing anything. I promise I’ll write requests when I can, but writer's block is a bitch and so is school.

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I'm just gonna pop in and ask for a healthy dose of Platonic!Darkiplier x reader. Like, he sincerely enjoys the reader's presence as a friend? And the other egos are like?? Wat?? But you hate everything?? Why do you have a soft spot for this random person??

I’m always down to write fics for my man Dark! I’m already picturing all the other ego’s expressions like “what the actual hell???” 

I’ll write it when I can, my dude! :D

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Suuhhh duuude can you like, do me a solid and get some fluffly Anti or Robbie up in this bizzz. Maybe something with them protecting you from a verbal/physical attack? Pretty pls with extra cheese on top?? Your last piece was so raaaaad dude. LIt. A. F. Thanks broooo!

Bing is that you?

Of course! I think I’ll write it for Robbie since I haven’t really written anything for him yet (x reader wise), and him being in a situation for this would be super interesting! 

Also thanks dude! Glad you liked it! :D

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Writing Prompts

“This wasn’t suppose to end in murder guys, we talked about this.”

“Have y’all seen these sick moves?”

“Wanna have fun? Wanna set fire this building on fire?”

“I heard you’re having a rough time, here’s a shiny rock.”

“I’m bored. Wanna steal that vehicle?”

“No, I’m pretty sure that is what they call, roasted!”

“Your idea of fun always breaks the law. Why can’t we just go get a pizza or something?”

“Having set fire to the house, I feel quite accomplished today.”

“How come every time we meet, your covered in blood?”

“Can you heal my pet? And by ‘can’, I mean do it or I’ll murder the town.”

“Self-care hoe, let me tell you something about this magical shit.”

“Do you hear something? I think I hear something.”

“This isn’t just a coffee shop, this is swag shop.”

“You think trees look down at us and think, ‘sup losers’?”

“To be clear, I wasn’t the one who thought this was a good idea.”

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I love ‘The Other World’! Can I be tagged in it please?!

Absolutely! :D

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The Other World (Part 2)

A Sander Sides/Coraline AU

Part: 1 (2)

FINALLY after months of procrastinating trying to figure out how to make this series work (because of a few things I never figured out), the second part is finally here! I hope the wait for the second part was worth it! I’ll try to make sure you guys don’t wait so long for another part again, I promise!

Tag list: @altruistic-skittles @spectacled-renegade @iamthe90smom @thnksfrthpinof

   Why was there squeaking? Thomas told them that he called an exterminator to ensure that there was no rodents in the place when they got there, and it was too high pitched to sound like it was the floor creaking. Virgil attempted to ignore the sound by covering his head with his blanket and tried to go back to sleep. That was until the squeaking sound got even louder, which resulted in him taking the blanket off and looking at the source of the noise.

   It was… mice? It didn’t look like any kind of mice he’s seen before. The one next to his head was dark blue with spots on it, almost looking like stars that formed a constellation. One waiting next to his door was also dark blue, but had a spiral pattern on it as if it was supposed to look like a galaxy. He sat up to see if there was any more mice in the room, only for them all to run out his door.

   Curiosity getting the better of him, he jumped out of bed with his jacket and bolted out the door to follow them. Oddly enough, they seemingly waited for him to get out of his room before going any farther. He followed them all the way into the living room where he watched as they went into the small door. Ignoring the fact that the door was cracked open when he swore that he closed it completely, he ran and slid on his knees, coming to a halt in front of the door and promptly opened it. He looked at the bottom of the door, expecting to see a mouse hole that he might have missed, but was instead met with a long tunnel that glowed with blue and purple hues and had another door at the end.

   “Whoa…”

   A light breeze from the tunnel brushed against him, almost as if beckoning him to enter. He stared in awe for a few more moments before crawling in, a smile on his face as he made his way to the other side.

   His curiosity was instantly replaced with confusion once he went through the other small door. He was somehow back in the living room, but there was minor differences to it: the weird baby picture above the fireplace was changed so it was happily eating ice cream, and the decor on the fireplaces ledge was in the arrangement he placed them in.

   He stared for a few more moments before his nose picked up a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen, causing him to make his way there. It almost smelled like Thanksgiving dinner to him.

   Entering the kitchen, Virgil was shocked to see that Patton was both awake and cooking.

   “Patton? What the heck are you doing awake at this time?!”

   “You’re just in time for dinner, kiddo!” Patton said as he turned around.

   Virgil was instantly taken aback when he saw his face. Patton had button eyes! How could he have buttons for eyes?!

   “Okay, you are not Patton. Pat doesn’t have…” He points to his eyes. “Button… eyes…”

   “Well I do, friendo! Do you like them?” The other man asked while chuckling. “Everyone here has them! You see, I’m your Other father~! Well, fatherly figure, anyway. Everyone has one!”

   “Really?” Virgil tilted his head.

   “Of course they do! Actually, I’m apart of your Other family! Speaking of which, can you please do me a favor and get Other Logan and Roman for me? They should be upstairs in the art studio!”

   “Yeah, okay…” Virgil hesitated, but he started making his way to the stairs, not breaking eye contact with the Other Patton until he was out of view.

   As Virgil walked up the stairs to look for the art room, he had a minute to think about this… weird ‘world.’ He didn’t know why, but something about it made him want to act upon his ‘Fight or Flight’ reflex. Maybe it was because it’s new, or different from what he was use to. Did everyone feel this way when first encountering their ‘Other Family’?

   Well, that was a question for another time.

   The moment he made it to the top of the stairs, he could hear muffled voices. It sounded like arguing. Considering who Logan and Roman were, it didn’t surprise him that they’d argue even here.

   He made his way to the room and opened the door and peeked inside. The room was bigger than he expected it to be; almost as big as the living room. It was filled with a plethora of art supplies, paintings and sculptures (both finished and unfinished), and also what Virgil assumed to be a ‘painting rejet pile’ for paintings Roman didn’t like.

   Logan and Roman were in the middle of the room in front of a painting. Roman had a paintbrush in his hand and Logan had a sketchbook in his. Were they trying to do a collab? From how they were arguing, it was hard to tell. Virgil entered the room completely and quietly closed the door behind him. The two men didn’t even notice him.

   “For the last time, Roman, this art piece does NOT need a unicorn! It’s based off of medieval times! A unicorn is the last thing it needs!”

   “But I’m telling you, Logan, that this alone is SOOOOO BORING! It needs some spice and something like a unicorn would do WONDERS!”

   Just as Logan was about to continue yelling, Virgil finally spoke up.

   “Uh… Hello?”

   Both men looked at him immediately. They were surprised to see him there, yet happy at the same time.

   And just like Patton said, they too had buttons for eyes.

   “VIRGIL! I’m so happy to see you!” Roman exclaimed, rushing over to him and giving him a huge hug.

   “As am I.” Logan smiled, walking towards them.

   “Oh! And now that you’re here, you can help us solve this dispute we’ve been having for the past ever!”

   “Ignoring the fact that the last part of your sentence made absolutely no sense, he is right. Come, have a look a the painting.”

   Feeling that he had no other choice but to give an opinion, he let Roman drag him over to the painting so he could see it for himself. It was very medieval esque, something he could tell is what Logan was aiming for. Yet something about the color scheme Roman painted it in gave it a fantasy tone.

   On the left side was an army filled with bright, almost pastel colors, riding horses towards the right side of the painting, which was painted with a much darker tone. The right side of the painting had a castle with many guards surrounding it, along with an army also rushing towards the left side. The middle of the painting had colors blending together as a sign of how both sides are going to clash. It gave it a very light vs dark; good vs evil tone to it. At least it did in Virgil’s mind.

   He was about to ask what the problem is with it until he noticed something about the painting. On the front lines for the army on the left, the one leading the army was Virgil himself! And behind him was Roman, Logan, and Patton! Even Thomas was there too! Something he also noticed was that the leader for the other army was a strange looking figure whose face was seemingly half green, but he didn’t really pay too much attention to it.

   “Whoa, hey, is that me?” Virgil asked, pointing to the leader of the army on the left.

   “Yes it is! Something Logan and I agreed on when making this almost-masterpiece was that you would be the leader of the army!” Roman happily explained.

   “Really? Why? I’d be a horrible leader and you both know it…”

   “On the contrary, we both believe that you’d be an excellent leader. You have the qualities of a leader and if put in a situation where you had to be a leader, we’re confident that you’d make excellent choices. Of course as shown all throughout history, no leader is perfect; they all have their own flaws in one way or another. But I’m sure that you’d still be an excellent one nevertheless.”

   Embarrassed by the compliment, Virgil shyly looked down and scratched the back of his head. “Oh uh… Thanks, I guess….”

   “Anywho!” Roman turns to the painting. “We need your opinion about something; what amazing thing could we add to this? I mean it looks great, obviously, but what could we add to make it FANTASTICALLY AMAZING?! I said a unicorn but Logan says no.”

   Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Because a unicorn doesn’t fit here! If you really want to add some sort of fantasy creature then at least make it an appropriate one!”

   Roman huffed. “See?! This is what we can’t agree on! I think a unicorn is totally appropriate here but he still says otherwise! What do you think, Virge?”

   It would be a lie if Virgil said this wasn’t amusing. Still, he had to settle this somehow, and he figured that if this Roman was anything like the one back home then he wouldn’t take a nothing for an answer.

   “Hmmm… What about a dragon?” He suggested. “I don’t know exactly where, but a dragon could be cool.”

   “A dragon… A DRAGON! VIRGIL, YOU’RE A GENIUS!” Roman practically screamed. He picked Virgil up and span him in excitement then quickly went to get his paints after putting him down.

   “A dragon does seem like a creature that would fit properly in this particular scenario. Good idea, Virgil. Though I must ask: What kind of dragon? There are many, after all. Do you prefer the European type, such as the English Dragon or a Welsh Dragon? Or perhaps an Asian type, such as the Korean Dragon or the Japanese Dragon?”

   Roman spoke up before Virgil had the chance to speak. “Oh what does it matter, nerd? I’ll just paint the most common dragon seen in movies and fairy tales!”

   Logan huffed at the prince and Virgil couldn’t help but chuckle. He was going to stay and watch him paint, but then he remembered the reason he went looking for them in the first place.

   “Oh yeah. By the way guys, Other Patton said that food is ready and he wanted me to come get you both.”

   “Ah, Patton is done with dinner, is he? Well, we probably shouldn’t keep him waiting any longer than-”

   “THE PAINTING CAN WAIT! ONE CANNOT BE CREATIVE ON AN EMPTY STOMACH!” Roared Roman as he threw his brushes down, startling Logan and Virgil. “LET US GO TO FEAST!” Marching past them, Roman grabbed Logan and Virgil’s arm and dragged them all the way downstairs.

   Upon hearing the three enter the dining room, Patton turned to look at them. A smile instantly formed on his face.

   “Well from all the yelling I heard up there, I assume you all had a yell of a time!”

   “...I didn’t know you made jokes like that…” The three of them said at once.

   “What joke did I make?” Patton asked innocently.

   Logan cleared his throat. “Nevermind that. Lets just eat dinner, shall we?”

   They all agree and promptly take their seats. Virgil is at the head of the table, Patton sits to the right of him and both Roman and Logan sit to his left.

   “You kiddos must be hungry so I won’t make you wait to eat, so dig in!”

   Roman immediately began grabbing food while Logan was a bit more choosey. Virgil on the other hand had yet to grab anything because he was looking at the whole table in awe.

   The table was rather long and could probably fit at least 3 more people. From end to end the table was covered in different foods and sides to compliment it. Considering Virgil didn’t eat dinner before going to sleep, he was starving. He wanted to eat everything on the table, but decided against it.

   What he did instead was focus on what was in front of him: Chicken, corn, mashed potatoes, biscuits, green beans, and a salad. What he put on his plate was a chicken leg, a big spoonful of mashed potatoes, and a biscuit. He planned to go for seconds later.

   “You’re pretty hungry, aren’t you, kiddo?” Patton asked.

   “Yeah! I didn’t eat dinner before going to sleep, so I’m starving.” Virgil said as he took a bite of the chicken. “...Oh man this is good. Hey, do you have anything to drink?”

   “Of course! Any requests?” The Other father gestured to a chandelier that lowered, showing Virgil different drink options.

   “Hmm… Grape smoothie?” Honestly he just asked for that randomly, wondering if it would be available.

   The chandelier spun and lowered even more to allow the emo to access the drinks, stopping until it was at level with him and had the grape smoothie facing him. Impressed, Virgil grabbed his cup and filled it with the drink. He drank it all rather quickly and was going to take another bite of his food, but it was suddenly taken away.

   Logan took his plate, Roman took the empty cup, and Patton placed a cake in front of him. The cake was a simple chocolate cake with purple icing on top. After a moment, lavender icing flower appeared and black and violet candles grew from the center of them. Then the words ‘Welcome Home’ appeared at the same time the candles lit themselves.

   “...Home?” Virgil looked up at the other three.

   “We’ve been waiting for you to come here, kiddo!” Patton smiled.

   “And you sure took your time coming here! It was so BORING without you! But now, we can go on the most AMAZING adventures together~!” Roman boasted.

   “Or if you’re not in the mood to deal with el stupido, we could discuss whatever you like.” Logan commented, causing Roman to glare at him.

   “That sounds cool and all, but I didn’t even know I had an Other family…” Again, Virgil wondered if he should act upon his ‘fight or flight’ reflex.

   “Of course you do! Like I said earlier, everyone has one!” Patton repeated. “Now how about we play a game of sort! I mean we’re all here so lets do it!”

   “Like what, exactly…?” Logan hesitantly asked.

   “Patton-cake, of course!” All three inhaled to object. “...But I guess we could do something else like play in mud and make mudpies or something.”

   “Play in mud? Isn’t that a bit messy and annoying?” Virgil asked.

   Roman chimed in rather quickly. “Actually, playing in the mud could be quite fun! With the right ideas, it could be as fun as playing in snow!”

   “Also, being covered in mud has many health benefits. Things like mud baths have anti-inflammatory properties, they can smooth skin, as long as the mud isn’t too grainy, and they’re also good for-”

   “Logan, buddy, it’s fine. I get it; there’s benefits from being in mud. If you don’t mind, I’d rather not be told everything it does…”

   “...I actually think you should let Logan finish, kiddo.” Virgil looked at Patton, then looked back at Logan and gestured for him to finish.

   He cleared his throat. “And mud is good for dealing with poison oak rashes.”

   Virgil instantly stood up and took a step back. “H-How did you know about my-?!”

   He looked down at his hand. The rash was still there and very visible. He didn’t notice it until now, but it hasn’t bugged him the entire time he was here so he kinda forgot about it. But that really made him wonder as to how they knew about it.

   “Please, did you really think you could hide anything from brainiac here?” Roman asked. “He saw it when you were upstairs with us.”

   Something about that explanation didn’t sit well with Virgil… But why?

   “I uh… I appreciate it but I think I’ll be getting to bed now. I’m tired.” Tired and confused was more like it.

   Patton softly smiled. “Of course! If you’re tired then we could play a game another time! Ro, Lo, come on. Lets show Virge his room!”

   “Wait, hold on-” First they seemingly tried to convince him to play a game, now they’re ushering him to bed at the first mention of him being tired?

   The urge to fight or flight was growing stronger by the second…

   Arriving at Virgil’s room, they allow him to open the door while Logan turns on the light. It was nearly identical to his room in the ‘normal’ world, but everything that was still packed was unpacked and things were alive! Characters in his posters were moving and greeted him, figurines he collected jumped and said hello. It was all so surreal! He sat down on his bed and continued to look around in awe. How could any of this be real?!

   He went to lay down, but stopped when he saw Patton sitting on a chair next to him and holding a jar of mud.

   “Oh, the mud…” He mumbled, giving Patton his hand so he could spread mud over the rash.

   After retracting his hand, Virgil yawned and laid down, pulling his up blanket to cover him.

   “Goodnight, Virgil. See you soon.”

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ethan x reader(they/them if you’re comfortable with it) where the reader has a lot of small tattoos and they get a lot of hate from it ?

Sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be writing for actual YouTubers like Ethan. Both out of respect and because I don’t wanna risk them seeing the fics and possibly embarrassing myself. 

If you replace Ethan with an ego then I’ll write it, but I won’t write for him specifically. 

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You Need To Move On

Another Chase Brody fic that I guess can kinda be counted as a squeal to the last fic. And I swear, I love Chase, I really do. I just have a weird way of showing it like the anon who requested this said.

And I didn’t mean to post this on Fathers day but hey, here we are. So happy Father’s Day, everyone! Take a bag of feels!

Tagging: @chase-brody-protection-squad @freckled-words @justwritingscibbles @lum1natrix @markired @rogue-of-broken-time

   Maybe keeping a positive mental attitude wasn’t a bad idea after all!

   A few days after Chase accidentally let everyone on Jack’s channel know that he was the one recording and posting videos rather than Jack himself, he found himself flooded with positivity. The entire community supported him. He saw messages from people saying that they believe in him and that they know how he feels when it comes to depression. He saw fanart from people who wished him the best of luck through this ordeal, and even fanart of him with his kids! Well, with what artist thought his kids looked like. He even saw posts talking about how he’s the official ‘community dad’ and how people would be ecstatic to have him as a dad.

   Not only that, but Henrik came back! He didn’t explain to Chase where he went or why he disappeared, but that didn’t matter. Not right now. All that mattered right now was that Chase finally had someone back in his life! He wasn’t alone anymore! He had someone to turn to when he was feeling down! He had someone to turn to when life threw nothing but shit at him! He finally had a friend back!

   Jack was still in a coma, but Chase was sure that the good doctor would be able to get him out of it quickly. Or at the very least figure out why he’s in a coma. PMA, as Jack would say! He just had to keep thinking positively! Even if he had a sneaking suspicion that Schneep knew more about why Jack was in a coma than he was telling anyone...

   And if things couldn’t get any better, he managed to gain Friday and Monday with his kids in addition to the weekend! While in court battling for full custody over them, the judge saw how emotional and honest Chase was about wanting to spend time with his kids and thus extended how much time he saw them. It wasn’t full custody, but it was close enough! Now he can spend more time with his kids! And now even Henrik would be able to spend time with them too!

   There was just one thing that didn’t improve: Stacy.

   She still despised him with all her heart. Even more so now since he has more days with their children than she does. Stacy firmly believed that Chase didn’t deserve to be with them and that now he was just trying to steal them from her. She went as far as to post an article on every social media website to try and get supporters to ruin Chase’s life and take her kids back.

   That of course didn’t work and majorly backfired instead. She seemed to have forgotten that he was Jack’s friend and already had about nineteen million people backing him up. She was met with so much backlash she was forced to delete the articles and her social media.

   Somehow Chase was blind to this event and when asked about how he felt about it just responded with confusion.

   Brushing that off as if it was fake, he continued doing what he normally did. What he didn’t tell anyone, however, was that he was writing more frequently to Stacy to try and win her back. He wrote her different poetry, promises that he’ll be a better husband and father, and even a few pleas. What he didn’t know was that she shredded every. single. letter. She didn’t care what was in it, she just didn’t want to bother with him anymore.

   He was dead to her and that was that.

   She even straight up told him when he dropped off the kids at her house one day that she wished that he was the one in a coma instead of his friend.

   Yet Chase continues to try and win her back with writings.

   Growing desperate as the days passed and no progress was made, he started to commission professional poets and even songwriters to try and win her back. Henrik did his best to stop Chase saying how this was pointless and a waste of money since she doesn’t want anything to do with him, but he ignored it all. He still wanted to be with his ex.

   Chase said that she was a light in his life. Henrik said that she was just a fire extinguisher trying to put out the flame of hope in Chase’s heart.

   That didn’t sit well with him. Immediately, he started yelling at the doctor that he was wrong. That he had no idea what he was talking about. Sure she may still be bitter about whatever it was he did to anger her, but they would eventually get back together dammit!

   Henrik stared at him with a disappointed gaze. “You seem to forget something. My vife left me for a tennis instructor and took our kids vith her. I know vat it’s like to have a family leave you. And if you can’t get it into your puny brain that Stacy doesn’t vant you back, then I cannot help you. Good day.”

   Then he walks away.

   Chase watches him leave before going the opposite direction. He isn’t Henrik. His family life won’t end up like Henrik’s. After all, he’s able to see his kids! That should be a clear sign that things will improve! It would take some time, but things will go back to how they were! They just have to! Stacy will give him a chance soon enough! He just knows it! Then he’ll be able to prove Henrik wrong once and for all!

   That’s it. It was time to take a different yet more direct approach! If he was going to really prove that doctor wrong, then he would have to confront his ex wife instead of sending letters! All he needs to do is buy flowers and a lot of her favorite candy and boom! She’ll surely see how dedicated he is to her and thus give him another chance! It’s a foolproof plan!

   ...Right?

   Of course it is. PMA, as Jack would say!

   Chase wakes up extra early on Friday to prepare his plan. He takes a nice, long shower, puts on his best clothes and his best hat, and puts on cologne that he knows Stacy loves. He then leaves to go buy the most expensive yet beautiful bouquet and a box filled with the most delicious chocolates he knew of. Making sure nothing happened to the flowers as he drove to the woman's house was a challenge, but he managed to make it with no damage being done to it.

   He was about to exit his car after arriving when he saw something that made his heart drop.

   Stacy was waiting outside for him, and next to her was a man he had never seen before. Next to her was her brand new boyfriend.

   She was getting tired of Chase trying to win her back when she thought she made it very clear that she wanted nothing to do with him, so she decided to look for another partner as a way of telling him ‘give up and fuck off.’ She also made it a point to tell her new boyfriend lies and horrible things about Chase to get him to hate the man, which caused him to glare at him as he drove up.

   No words were exchanged by the three. Tension in the air grew thicker with each passing second. Chase did his hardest to prevent any tears from forming, and Stacy, without a care in the world, happily shared a kiss with her new man.

   The silence was broken when their kids ran out of the house and towards Chase’s car, yelling about who would get to ride shotgun and what they wanted to do with their father. Chase, knowing that he had to stay strong for them, shook his head and unlocked the doors. He told his daughter that the flowers were for her, and that they had to share the chocolates that came with them. As expected this resulted in them arguing because they didn’t want to share. The father simply smiled and shook his head.

   After making sure they were buckled in, he quickly left Stacy’s house. He didn’t want to be there a second longer otherwise he would have started crying, and crying in front of his kids was the last thing he wanted to do.

   He would do what he did every day and put on a brave smile so he didn’t worry them. They didn’t deserve to see their dad looking weak; they didn’t deserve to see him crying. He would keep up an act for them the entire extended weekend so they wouldn’t have to see him so sad.

   Maybe Stacy was right to leave him. Maybe he was too pathetic be with someone as “great” as her.

   Maybe he should have listened to Henrik. Maybe he should have given up and moved on.

   Maybe… Maybe keeping a positive mental attitude was a bad idea after all...

[egotuberwriting]

So I (finally!) just started writing out part 2 to the “The Other World” series (aka the Coraline AU for the Sander Sides) and I just realized something...

I never planned out who the Other Father would be and he’s an important character.

I might just say fuck it and improvise with what I have planned out already and somehow make this work, but I’m just gonna apologize right now if it turns out blah because I have no one to fill that role.

[egotuberwriting]

Listen to this!

(Platonic) Anti x Reader Ft. Dark

It was requested for there to be a sequel to “Anti’s New Pet!” where you tell Dark about Anti getting attached to the Roomba and... I just had to do it. I just couldn’t not do this.

So enjoy this saltfest! 

   “Anti, I swear to god you fucking glitch bitch, I WILL kill you with your own knife if you keep this shit up!” You shout as you run away from the glowing Roomba speeding towards you.

   All you hear is giggling as this “Doomba” keeps following you. You jump onto the couch and angrily stare at the approaching vacuum. It stops at the base of the couch… then starts to rapidly spin in place. How the knife that he attached to it stayed on and how the Roomba itself hasn’t broken yet because of his antics, you’ll never know. It was also hard to tell if he was just messing around or was actually trying to cut you.

   You’ve only had that thing for a week and you already regretted buying it. You attempted to box it up to return it, or sell on ebay, but was caught by Anti. Now he has been chasing you like this nonstop. Not even your own damn room was safe because he’d glitch inside with the Roomba and hide under your bed so he can start chasing you when you get up!

   Being completely fed up with this bullshit, you decide that it’s time to get some payback in the best way possible. You hop off the couch and quickly grab your keys, then rush out the front door. You then jump into your car and quickly drive off before Anti could open the door and try and chase you. And luckily for you, you forgot your phone. This meant that the glitch wouldn’t be able to find you or spy on you by being inside your phone.

   It doesn’t take long before you arrive at your destination: Iplier Manor. You were on decent terms with all the Ipliers, meaning you were welcome to visit anytime you wanted. You were on especially good terms with Dark because you always told him things he could use as blackmail against your roommate. Anti somehow has yet to figure this out and just believes that Dark spys on him 24/7, then again Dark does cover for you as payment for telling him whatever it was you told him.

   And that’s why you were here: to tell Dark that Anti has grown attached to the Roomba and has pretty much claimed it as a pet.

   Walking through the doors of the manor, you’re instantly met with the sound of insanity. Yan was talking the Host’s ear off about his new senpai, the Jim’s were (very loudly) planning their next investigation, Dr. Iplier was scolding Warfstache and Bim because they just murdered someone again, and Bing was trying to see how far he could go with annoying the Googles. Just everyday stuff for this madhouse. The only two being calm and quiet was King and Light, who were outside with the squirrels and playing with them.

   Going past all the madness, you made your way to Dark’s office. He was never one for getting involved in everyone's crazy antics, so he usually locked himself in there. You knock and wait for him to give you permission to enter. That was another reason Dark liked you; you actually knocked, unlike everyone else who just barged in.

   “Come in.” Came his voice a few moments later.

   You walk inside and he looks up at you, putting a pen down.

   “Ah, y/n. What brings you here today?” He asks.

   You sit down on a chair in front of his desk with a smirk tugging at your lips. “You know exactly why I’m here, Dark.”

   He smirks and entwines his fingers. Leaning forward, he says, “I have a guess, but please, do tell.”

   “Well…” You begin. “Last week, Anti and I went to the store to buy a new vacuum since his ass fried the last one we had. We ended up getting a Roomba because I’ve always wanted one and, quite frankly, I’m too lazy to really vacuum anyway. Not even a few hours later, his ass puts huge googly eyes on it and he apparently named it Loki. Yes; he has claimed the fucking Roomba and is treating it as a pet. Although lately he’s been “possessing” it so he can chase me, since I tried to get rid of it. He even attached a knife to it!”

   Dark snickered and shook his head. “Are you really telling me that he has grown attached to a vacuum? And here I thought he couldn’t get any stupider. I should have known better than to think that. Thank you for this information, y/n. I’ll be sure to put this to good use.”

   “Oh I know you will be! Now, I should probably leave. Anti is probably wondering where I went since I don’t have my phone and I need to go to the store so I can cover up my tracks.”

   “Very well. As always, I’ll make sure he doesn’t find out about this conversation. I trust you can keep up the act that we never spoke?”

   “Is that a rhetorical question? Of course I can!” You stand up, laughing. “I’ll see you later, Dark.”

   “Have a good rest of your day, y/n.”

   Leaving the manor, you promptly go to the nearest toy store that’s still open and buy the biggest water gun you can find and go home. Anti was watching TV when you arrived back and wasn’t able to question where you went since you immediately threaten to spray him if he kept up his Roomba shenanigans. He just laughed and kept watching TV.

   Later that night when Anti was actually getting ready for bed, he got a phone call from Dark.

   “The fuck do you want, edgelord?” He hissed.

   “I was just wondering if what my shadow told me was true. Do you really have a Roomba that you consider a pet?”

   Anti could practically hear Dark smirking.

   “Where the fuck did you hear that from?!” Anti growled.

   “I’ve already told you once before; the shadows are my eyes and ears. Thanks to them, I can hear and see everything.” Dark explained. He had no idea how Anti kept falling for this, but he wasn’t going to question it. It made his life easier.

   “Well stop stalking me you fucking stalker! And mind your own damn business!” Anti promptly hung up his phone and marched over to you. “Y/n! Guess who just fucking called me right now!”

   “I’m going to go out on a limb here and say Dark.” You say, not looking away from the TV.

   “Yeah! That emo fucktard called me! And apparently he knows about Loki and how much I love him!”

   You do your best to keep a straight face, but almost let out a laugh at the last bit of his sentence.

   “Sooooo what are you gonna do? Are you gonna get rid it and get a normal vacuum?” You ask, turning to face him.

   “Hell no! I mean… I don’t want to, but…” His voice trails off.

   “Well, I have two solutions for this. Either you get rid of it, or stop treating it like a pet.”

   “What?! I’m not doing either!” He huffed.

   “Uh-huh. Welp, I tried to help. Have fun dealing with the other Septics if Dark decides to tell them about this too.” You shrug.

   Anti, visibly disgusted about the idea of the other Septics knowing about this, lets out a very loud and long groan.

   “Y’know what? Fuck it, I’m going to sleep. I’ll figure out what I’m gonna do in the morning. Goodnight.” He spat out as he marched to his room and slammed the door shut.

   With him now away from you, a huge grin grows on your face and you start laughing into a pillow. Your plan worked out way better than expected.

   Getting out your phone, you text Dark before getting up to go to bed yourself.

   “From a scale of 1-10, his reaction was at an 11. Thanks to you I don’t think I’ll be terrorized by a glowing Roomba anymore. I owe you one... again.”