#//bim make it angsty

[asterisque]

"I can't get that alcohol in any town, yer parents gave me that bottle when we saw them last time." That was the reason he was being a baby, overdramatic, or whatever, that bottle was special... As much as booze could be special, but Vicious had different tastes, okay.

It was sentimental or some shit like that, he wasn't sure, he didn't do Emotions before.

"It's like yer figure, a once in a lifetime gift and ya drunk it!"

"You do realize that we have enough to get you another, yes? I budgeted it in." He pointed out, reaching out with his finger now to poke him in the cheek.

"My figure was a once in a lifetime gift." And he got the knock off one that Aegis still loved just as dearly. "You can get alcohol in any town."

[secretkittywolf]

When you have an idea for some fanart but remember that you can't draw so you cry knowing that your ideas for your blorbos will never happen.

Also

Having an animatic idea but remembering you can animate or draw so you cry knowing that your ideas for your blorbos will never happen.

This is me currently with some animatic ideas that I cannot make since drawing frustrates me too much.

Animatic idea 1: "Angel with a shotgun" - The Cab. Biblically accurate Skizzleman.

Animatic idea 2: "Allies or Enemies and Never Love an Anchor" - Crane Wives. Scott singing Allies or Enemies to Jimmy with the canary singing Never Love an Anchor to Scott. Angsty flower husbands.

Animatic idea 3: "Tongue Twister" - Cash Cash ft. Bim. Ariana Griande ft. Scar & Cub. This is the one I badly want to make.

[jeork]

TC Tag Game

As always I’m excessively late to the party, but thanks @renaultphile for the tag!

1. "He would not fucking say that" only they did and it's canon. When/who?

I don’t have a copy of the book at hand right now, but while Laurie is visiting home for the wedding he goes on a walk and recites this weird incest-y song to himself, then contemplates how it always felt relatable to him. I’m not saying he would not fucking say that, because obviously he does and I hear him quite clearly. But I am saying maybe he should not have fucking said that. 

Also Ralph calling Bunny “Boo”. I don’t care how drunk he was, you don’t randomly slip out with a word you wouldn’t otherwise use. It’s part of his vocabulary. This one had me in contemplation for months, like, would he ever call Laurie that? Does this count towards the bad habits and lifestyle choices he wants to abandon while being with Laurie? Whole scene’s just embarrassing af 

2. Did they kiss in the study? Yes/no + why you are 100% correct about this.

I think they probably did, but that it was very chaste. I’m convinced the kiss between Laurie and Andrew is supposed to mirror it almost exactly. The way I see it, Laurie didn’t fully process it and therefore just stood there. From the flashback he got later on while holding onto Ralph’s sleeve while they’re in Ralph's room I think Laurie might’ve grabbed onto Ralph’s arm a little. But other than that I don’t think he did much, which made Ralph decide he wasn’t ready yet.

3. Mandatory question about Ralph's alleged tattoos.

I wasn’t aware this is something people discuss lmao, I’ve only thought about it once myself. Gonna be a party pooper and say he has none, as it's "improper"

4. 53 vs 59 edition: quote a line or paragraph that is better in the edition you like the least.

I feel like me and @renaultphile are the only ‘59 truthers. I think I once even wrote an entire post just on why I like that Mary cut the knee-touch?

Again, don’t have any book copies at hand right now, but I remember one small detail in the ‘53 I really loved. During Alec’s birthday party while he’s blowing out the candles everyone is looking at him, and for a moment there’s this shared feeling of hopefulness. In the ‘53 Laurie feels someone’s eyes on him, but by the time he turns around Ralph has already stopped looking. Something about Ralph glancing at Laurie in this moment, who’s presence represents so much to Ralph, makes me ache. 

5. Which TC character would feel right at home here on tumblr dot com?

I guess the obvious answers would be something like Hazell, Sandy or Bunny, but I feel like Andrew would run the most terrifically angsty aesthetic account. Also young Laurie, he'd probably write bad poetry or something

6. Tag yourself at Alec's birthday party.

The two guys holding hands in dead silence, not because I can relate, but because they really set the scene. Or the petty shit-stirrer who snitches on Ralph having a boyfriend. Or the other petty shit-stirrer who cries "Here comes Bim"

7. Post a TC meme.

I used to run a TC meme account over on Twitter. I’ve planned on reposting all of that stuff on here sometime, in the meantime here’s one: 

8. Easy to talk about who deserved better. Who deserved worse?

Dave. The Mature Wholesome Elder act he’s putting on at the end is pissing me off. Self-serving cu- 

Also, following the heavy implications that Alec had been snuggling it up with Bunny for quite a while, I think he got off pretty scot free 

9. You can break the fourth wall (at any point in the novel) and say a single sentence to our protagonist, Laurie Odell. What do you say?

I really wanted him to stay friends with Reg. I always felt like Madge’s Aunt Vera joke was pretty funny and well intended, albeit improper and terribly timed. It didn’t come off to me as her making fun of him for being gay. More like her trying to awkwardly bond over it, similar to Reg during The Bathroom Talk™. If Laurie hadn’t been so emotionally rattled at that time I feel like he would’ve played it off. It was such bad timing for him. So I wanna scream at him “Chill out, they’re clearly not out to get you!” 

10. What's a question you have about TC? One you haven't found an answer for yet.

I think there still might be a couple minor details, but I can’t remember them right now. The only bigger piece of dialogue that’s still a little intransparent to me is Ralph’s whole speech at the beginning of their post-wedding trip argument. I have my theories about it, but would also enjoy to hear more. 

Considering I’m over a month late and have no clue who did this tag already I’ll open it up to whoever might still wanna do it. 

[the-cookie-of-doom]

“Jesus fucking Christ, Stiles.” Mitch grabbed his brother by the wrist and hauled him into an equipment closet. He backed Stiles against a high stack of speakers, cutting him off from escape. “What did you take? What did you fucking take?”

Stiles refused to answer, shaking his head with a clenched jaw. There was a tremble in his limbs that he tried to hide. When Mitch grabbed him by the jaw and forcefully tilted his head into the light, his pupils didn’t contract, blown wide till the brown was only a thin ring around the black. Both were symptoms of stimulants.

Mitch shoved away from Stiles in disgust. Outside were thousands of fans waiting for them, and Stiles was busy getting high.

“This was your dream,” Mitch hissed. He raked a hand through his hair, didn’t know what to do. Angry, he turned back to Stiles and shoved him back into the speakers. “Your dream, not mine! And you’re just throwing it away. But you’re not the only one that’ll be affected, you selfish brat.” 

“Mitch I’m sorry—I didn’t—it’s not like—“

“Shut the fuck up.” Mitch took out his phone to call Lydia, barking at her to come meet them. She arrived promptly, coming into the room with stern features and cold eyes, clearly unimpressed. “He’s strung out,” Mitch told her, gesturing to Stiles who couldn’t stop scratching himself, like he was jonesing for another fix. Like snorting all he had wasn’t enough. Mitch was seething, couldn’t stand to look at him. Because just like always, now Mitch had to go clean up his mess. “Don’t let him anywhere near the stage.”

“What about the vocals?”

“I wrote the damn songs, I’ll do it.” Lydia didn’t look impressed. Mitch didn’t care. 

“You hate singing.”

“Yeah, I hate a lot of things.” Stiles flinched at the venom in his brother’s voice, knowing he was at the top of that list. It made him want to cry but he didn’t want to give Mitch the satisfaction. Not that he would care, as angry as he was. “Don’t let him out of your sight.”

“I’m sorry,” Stiles whispered, his eyes stinging. 

“No you’re not. Fuck. Of all times to pull this shit, Stiles. I thought you were smarter than this.” 

Stiles reeled back like he’d been slapped. But that was all the time mitch was going to give him. He left the room, running out onto stage to tell their band mates Stiles wouldn’t be able to play, and apologizing to the fans while explaining the situation as best he could without telling them Stiles was getting fucked up in a back room.

[ancdtlst]

Hello! Can i request to oneus’s reaction when they accidentally say something hurtful to their s/o during argument? Thankyou!!

ONEUS Reaction When They Accidentally Said Something Hurtful

Hi! Thank you for dropping us a request! [Bim: Also, as someone who is use to write a lot of angsts, I don’t know how to do light angst, but I think this is the lightess I can do. I apologise in advance if this is too angsty for you.] 💙

[Note: We’ll refer you as their s/o.]

Kim Youngjo / Ravn

Having an argument with you is the last thing he wished for. He usually good at controlling his emotion and feeling. He usually tried his best to not say anything hurtful to you but somehow he kind of loose it and he felt bad.

He was busy in the studio and seems like everything does not go well that day; that includes you. Your car was not in the best shape for these pass few days and it keeps breaking down. While he was struggling in the studio, you called him for help because of your car and he snaps. “Babe, my car broke down again.”, you says and before you could ask if he could pick you up, you heard his groan in the other line. “Look, I told you to bring it to the workshop.”, he starts. “Why didn’t you do so? Are you dumb or what?” “I didn’t know it—“, he cuts you. “Yeah you actually know!”, he starts to raise his voice. “Just for once, can you stop bothering me with these kind of things? I had a lot in my plate today.” Yes, that actually hurts. “Well, sorry for bothering you all these times.”, you said and the line suddenly went dead. Honestly, you thought he hang up on you but it was your phone. It died. “Ah, just great. Now how am I calling a cab?” On the other hand, Ravn realised that he did say something that is very hurtful to you. He thought you hang up on him and he has been trying to call you back but your line was off. Instead of staying in the studio, he went out looking for you. Thank goodness, he knew the route you take to go home but he only found your car on the road side. Then he drove away again, trying to look for you. A few minutes later, he saw you a few meters away. He stops aside and run towards you as he calls your name. “I’m sorry, babe. I am so, so sorry. My emotion got the best of me today. I’m so sorry, let’s go home.”

Lee Seoho

Starting an arguments is always his favourite. He kind of enjoy gaslighting you out of no where. However, those kind of arguments were usually light and not a serious one. Usually, you never take him to heart but this is a different one.

You had allergies that you kept to yourself and Seoho never knew about it. You hate to tell people about your allergies because apparently they made fun of you or told you were a brat for being a picky eater and Seoho is one of them. “I don’t feel good.”, you says as you laid quietly on the couch next to him. Seoho turns his head towards you and laughs. “Of course you are. Have you ever feel good?”, he snarky remarks suddenly tick you off. “Excuse me?”, you glares him. “Yeah, you always laid down after you had your meal. Of course it doesn’t feel good.”, he replies, did not realise the situation yet. You decide to wave him off since you do not have the mood to argue back. However, you are getting more uncomfortable and suddenly have the urge to throw up but you hold it. You asks Seoho what did he put in his cookings and casually saying them all though you did tell him before that you really can’t have any of it. “Are you serious?” “What it can’t be hurt if you had it a little, right? See? You were just fine. Come on, don’t be a weak.”, he says. “Now, sit. Don’t lay on the couch.”, he adds. Suddenly you stood up and run towards the toilet, that is when he realised you actually meant well with your allergies. He was not just said something a bit hurtful to you but actually hurt you. “Babe! Are you okay? I’m sorry.”, he says. “I thought you’re just playing around.” Before you could reply, you found yourself in his car heading to the hospital which is you were thankful for.

Kim Geonhak / Leedo

Honestly, both of you had the nastiest temper and none of you actually ever back down from your arguments. Most of the time it was you who would initiate a conversation first to make him less upset, seldom time; he did. Yeah, not the best move. He should know better that ones patience always have their limit.

It was one night where you had your random thought and casually asked him. He thought you were being thoughtless because you knew he was struggling with it. “I have a question.”, you began as Leedo give you a look before told you to go ahead. “Is it wrong to bottle up your feelings?”, you mindlessly asks and totally forgot about his situation at the moment. The reason behind your question because you; yourself were bottling it up. “Are you teasing me?”, his voice suddenly went deep and intense, trying his best to not snap at you. Surprise with the intense tone, you turn your head, “What?”, you pause. “No. It was just random thought.”, you adds. “Oh really? If you understand my feelings, you would know if it’s right or wrong.”, he says. You did not know where it came but you guess it was because of you were being thoughtless, apparently again. Before you could answer him, he add, “You don’t even understand people’s emotion, so keep it quiet.” “Yeah. I know I lack of emotions but you don’t have to rub it on my face. I’m sorry for asking.”, with that you walk out from the room and that was when he realised what he just said. He follows after you and apologised for what he said to you. “Babe, I’m sorry I said those kind of things to you. I shouldn’t have say them.” “No. You’re right. I don’t understand.”, you says, looking away. Honestly, you were not mad but just a bit disappointed and probably hurt a bit. The whole night, he was trying to make up with you.

Lee Keonhee

Both of you and Keonhee always pranking each other, especially you. You seems to enjoy it a little much because he has the best reaction. Keonhee hates jump-scares a lot but that is what you always do.

He went home early and did not know that you were home earlier than he did. He was holding a gift for you since your birthday is coming up. It was a glass figurine of you and him and it was pretty expensive, but you did not know. As soon as he came inside, you jumped in front of him as you made a a loud noise. Of course, he was surprise and the gift accidentally slips off from his hand he fell backward because of the surprise you have him. You laugh a him because you think it is funny. “It is not funny at all alright?!”, he shout at you. “It is.”, you reply. “You should see your face.”, you were still laughing. “Why are you so childish? Look what have you done!”, he says as he check the glass figurines in the box and to his horror it was shattered into pieces. “Do you have any idea how expensive this is and how long I have to wait to get this?”, he began to raise his voice and honestly you starts to feel bad. You immediately stop laughing and get down to help him with the shattered glasses. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” “Don’t touch it! Move away.”, he slaps your hand away and your fore-arm accidentally brushes against the glazes of the standing figurine in the box. You pulled your hands away as Keonhee pick up the box and brought it to the room. While you quietly went to get the first aid kit. He was busy checking the shattered figurine when he realised the little blood on one of the standing figurine. He checks himself and do not see any cuts. “Was it…?”, quickly he walk out from the room and found you in the kitchen, trying to clean up your cut. “Hey, babe…”, he took the antiseptic and the cotton ball from you and begin to help you with it. “I’m sorry for what I said and I made you cut yourself too…” “I’m sorry too, babe.”

Yeo Hwanwoong

He hates it when you were making fun of him especially about his height but it was not anything extreme. But you will apologised when you think you have gone too far because you can basically his expression changed.

Today is another day of teasing him but you had no idea he was not having the mood today. When he came home, you greeted him with “Hey shorty, how’s your day?”, you asks as you flipping the channels, finding anything interesting to watch. “Gosh, can you cut it out?”, he groans and throw himself on another couch. “Is shorty not having the mood today?”, you teases. He rolls his eyes every time you called him shorty and you definitely know you did piss him off. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry, babe.”, you apologised. “So how was your day?”, you asks. “Stop saying sorry if you’re going to make fun of my height again.”, he pause. “I wonder if you actually feel apologetic at all? Because from what I observed, you don’t.”, he add. You were speechless. Though you want to say something to defence yourself, you cannot because he got a point. “What? Has the cat got your tongue?”, he asks. “Babe, I’m sorry. I really am. I meant it.”, you says. “Oh, no you don’t. You’re just a hopeless university student who is about to fail her semester but have the audacity to make fun of me. Should I make fun of your broken family too?”, he asks. When he did not received any replies from you, he walks towards his room and slams the door. After a while when he managed to calm himself down, he just realised what he said just now. Quickly, he went out from the room to check out on you but found you no where in the house. “Damn it.”, he curses under his breathe and went out, looking for you while giving you a call. “Babe, I’m sorry for what I said just now. I was being too much and I know I did hurt you back there.”, he speaks even before you could greet him. “Where are you?”, he asks. “Just in the park.”, you replied slowly. Though he apologised to you a few times because of his words, you assured him that is fine. You think you kind of deserve it but he believe you do not deserve any of it.

Son Dongju / Xion

His mouth has no filter at all. Every time he speak it will always lead to an argument. Most of the time it was always the funny arguments. Though sometimes the argument would turn into a serious one but none of your feelings were hurt.

You decided to continue your studies to a higher level because these modern days and economies. No one actually would hire you these days even if you graduated from high school. You had to stop back then because of the family. While Xion, he has completed his bachelor degree ahead of you. You struggles a lot with the subjects especially the one you were trying to finish at the moment. Then, Xion came and have a sit on the couch, facing you. “Still with the report?”, he asks and you nods. Then, you remembers that Xion did took the same course as you did while he was doing his bachelor degree. You asks him about a few things and honestly those were the basic questions that you could just search it in the internet. “What kind of question is that?”, he scoffs. “This is the reason why you should finish your high school instead of dropping out.” Your expression changed. “It was because I have no choice back then.”, you replied coldly slams your laptop shut before heading to your shared bedroom. Xion was taken back with the sudden out burst but then realised he just said something he should not have. “Look. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”, he said. “I was trying to sound funny but that was too much. I know.”, as he hugs you. “I am so sorry, babe.”

[incomprehensiblelentils]

For the blorbo etc ask meme - I'd love to hear your blorbos from The Magnus Archives, Warehouse 13 and whatever your preferred season of Dimension 20 is (or just. D20 as a whole I guess)

oh man you really went for my neck huh lmao

TMA

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Agnes Montague my beloved ;_; Hilariously my first time through I was like "yeah I don't really get why people are losing their shit over the avatars, like they're fun but I'm not a monsterfucker I guess" and then episode 68 happened and boy was it all over for me! I too would let Agnes burn off my face for one (1) kiss! I also have a lot of feelings about Melanie King, who is mean and angry and prone to lashing out and doesn't want to be, and I love her so much.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): Gerry Keay has very much become this for me. I love this weird goth boy and I wish we'd gotten more of him <3 but also I feel weird not mentioning Georgie who I also love very very much.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): I just don't think we talk enough about how fucking delightful Nikola Orsinov is, frankly. My favorite scene of hers is where she berates Jon for having a bad skincare routine.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): Jude Perry was so valid, I like seeing Asian bastard representation

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): who in this series is not problematic lmfao. I guess Daisy bc I feel bad about liking a cop so much fucking oops

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): I think I'm supposed to want to send Elias to superhell but damn it's funny when he squirms. remember when Jon [REDACTED]? good times :)

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): that one bitch who was like "I can have little a murdering grandmas and newborn babies as a treat, because my life matters more than theirs." That episode makes me ill every time I listen to it.

someone else actually asked Warehouse 13 so I am answering that shortly!

Dimension 20 (I pick D20 as a whole lmao, it's like potato chips, too hard to pick just one)

blorbo: Ayda Aguefort because autistic lesbian representation! Ricky Matsui because I just like a nice Japanese Superman. Katja Cleaver because she's a horse girl, I was always going to love her. Kristen Applebees because same as above except ex-religious lesbian. Sundry Sydney is probably going to round out the top 5 blorbos because I do love a robot learning how to be a person.

scrunkly: Honestly I feel this way about all the Fantasy High/Seven kiddos, like, they're good kids and I love them so much!!!! but also the Misfits & Magic kids. Mildly feral teens who love each other with all their hearts give me a lot of feelings.

scrimblo bimblo: I deliberately don't look at the fandom so I have no idea who is underrated, but I think Kingston Brown is one of the best characters in like, anything. I also really like Danielle Barkstock because she is intensely relatable.

glup shitto: Ayda, obviously, lol. I also think Chungledown Bim is so fucking funny and I cannot wait for him to reappear in Junior Year. OH and Stephen Sondheim!

poor little meow meow: Is Fig this? I don't know. I really dig her chaotic messy angsty teen energy. I also like "Skip" as he is after episode 1 of A Starstruck Odyssey, but I was also kind of looking forward to Zac playing a mean captain, lol.

horse plinko: Cody "Night Angel" Walsh is the perfect fit for this category. He's awful but he makes me laugh so much. I wish the clip of him critfailing with his stupid sword and dealing himself 30 damage, farting, then having his moped fall on him was on youtube because it's my favorite.

eeby deeby: Sam Nightingale's mom, Adaine Abernant's parents, and Kristen Applebee's parents. I would say Penelope Everpetal too but she's already there :)

[doctordiscord123]

My Favs of Ego Manor

1. Everyone Has Bad Days -- Man, I always gotta show love for the first....I wouldn’t be anywhere without it, and though it’s pretty venty, and I don’t really like the writing anymore, just.....I love the story. Love

5. Blind Love -- Any story about the Host and Dr. Iplier are up there on my list, simply because they were and still are so entertaining to write.....and I like the cheesy stuff, and just -- that one fucking line in this story (you know the one), God, still remains one of my favorite lines I’ve ever written ever XD

26. Yandere -- I’m still more impressed by the concept of this one more than anything, and I think it turned out really nicely for how batshit off the walls the idea was XD thank you 3:00am brain

29. Reunion -- If you love squishy, bittersweet Darkstache, this is def a fic you’ll enjoy XD I liked this one a lot, I thought it was nice....

32. To My Dear Host... -- Like I said, most stories about the Host end up way up there on my list XD I love this story, I think the drama’s nice, I think I executed it pretty well, and, yeah, I’m a sucker for angsty shit, and though this isn’t exactly medically accurate (tbh not a lot of my stuff is) I still think it’s nice :D

33. And Peggy -- Peggy my beloved <3

38. A Zoo Without Cages -- what an absolutely ridiculous, nutty mess. I fuckin’ love it.

40. Five Times the Egos Were Caught Sleeping -- I just love how squishy it is....

42. Metamorphosis -- YESSSSSSSSSSSSS THE GOOD SHIT RIGHT HERE, MAN I WAS PROUD OF THIS

47. A Broken Songbird Still Can Sing -- Silver doesn’t get enough content in this fandom, and I think this turned out super well :D of course, it plays into my personal favorite tropes so perhaps I’m biased but skdfjgn

57. Nightmarish Reality -- I cannot express how many times I read and reread this one over and over before it came out skdfjgn I love this fic, man is it dark as fuckin’ Hell but I am so proud

66. Desperation -- Oh boy. One of the most difficult things I’ve ever written, and it came out so well. The feedback on this one makes me cry every time I read the comments. I’m so glad it was received well, I put so much soul into it, and just....yeah

67. Shimmering Depths -- Merman Bim <3

71. May the Best Android Win -- Not enough people portray the androids as squishy and the deserve to be squishy. This story is ridiculous. Poly robots for the win

82. The Wedding -- THE WEDDING!!!!!!!! Another one I am so so so unbelievably proud of, and I’m so glad everyone loved it!!!! I still remember absolutely sobbing over writing the vows skdfjg

88. Kids in the Manor -- Not my most creative title (titles are not my strong suit) but!!!! This one turned out Hell cute, plus the little secret in there, just <3

96. The In-Between -- YESSSSSSS!!!!! God I love this fic, I worked super hard on it, and it came out so nice, just -- I love the Host so Goddamn much XD

102. Worst Date -- Listen. Listen. I have never before laughed so hard while writing a story skdjfgn this one was just so much fun for me to write, I think it’s great XD

106. Rampaging Chaos -- Jims my beloveds <3

111. The Past’s Reflection -- A lot of people had been asking about the DA for a long time, and finally, I wrote it!!! I think it came out super nice, I love how I wrote the DA, and how they interacted with Dark, the little splash of silly, I love it

115. The Writer and the Prophet -- :)

121. Happy Halloween! -- Also Google’s birthday, I just didn’t want to put the whole title. Anyway, fem!Dark my beloved <3 Also this is just straight up Hella cute sdkjfg

122. This is Halloween -- I struggled so hard with this story within a story idea skdjfgn but!!! I think it came out super neat, the Host is a bastard, more fem!Dark skdfjgn and super neat horror story!!!

127. Snark = Regret -- Dr. Iplier you stupid bastard. I do love this fic though sdkjfgn I don’t write the Host pissed off often but <3

132. The Streets -- My God. This took. fucking forever to Goddamn write, and yet it was so worth it skdfjgn it came out beautiful and I adore it to pieces

134. Adorable -- Squishy <3

144. A Gift to this World -- Squishy!!!! Not many Eric/Reynolds centric stories on this list, but I like this one :D

152. Egyptian God -- Oh I completely forgot about this one till I read the name. Oh wow. Wow. Yes. I adore this one.

154. Is That a Challenge? -- Illinois my beloved skdjg

156. Something’s Up with the Host -- Ah yes, my own silly self-indulgent birthday fic XD I loved writing this, it’s so cute

159. The Beginning of the End -- :)

172. Star-Crossed Roses -- This was....so unbelievably difficult to write. I was already deep into my burnout by the time this came out, I wrote it all the night before it was set to come out, I was worried I’d have to delay it, especially since I built up the wedding date so much, but it came out on time, it came out pretty good if I do say so, and I’m glad everyone enjoyed it. Still the last Ego Manor story to come out, and maybe one day I’ll get to finish this series out like I wanted, but for now....it’s good to end on something so delightful

[inkribbon796]

It’s Not Rabies, It’s . . . Ch. 3

Summary: Lunky gets to meet some more of the family.

A/N: This was a suggestion-request from the anon Nightfall on AO3. Which resulted in this story and since this one was getting a bit long it inspired a bit for the Visitation Day on Sunday which will be a lot less angsty.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

Chapter 3: Meet the Family

Bim was on stage when, apparently, Dark had contacted Wilford, saying to come to the Manor when they both finished up at the studio.

Which Dark tended not to do unless it was something serious. Usually he ordered Illinois and Yan to jump at his command.

But Wil took him home and they found Dark’s office empty. Which was strange because all his important meetings with them were in there.

There was talking in the living room and Wil quickly poked his head out of the room and let out a delighted gasp.

“Now who is this delightful little configuration of being?” Wilford threw open the door and Bim followed more hesitantly.

Bim stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Dark with a child in his arms. He looked at that kid and he could feel his hackles rising.

“Hello,” Wil leaned in close to the child, bracing his hands on his knees. “Are you lucky number seven?”

The spawnling screeched at Wil.

Wilford chuckled, absolutely delighted. “Is that so?”

The madman looked up at Dark with a huge smile, “Their hiss sounds a bit like your echo, Darky.”

“They’re Kay’s child,” Dark told Wil. “Their name is Lunky.”

“Really?” Wil’s enthusiasm didn’t dampen, he clapped his hands on his knees and stood up to look around. “Where is that boy?”

“Hey dad,” King smiled and waved at Wil from where he was sitting in an armchair.

“Congratulations my boy,” Wil moved to his side to clap his hand on King’s shoulder. “Who’s the lucky partner I’ve never met?”

“No one,” King told him. “I got stabbed by a soul splitter and almost died. It gave me a kid instead.”

“That sounds fake as shit,” Bim told him.

Lunky made a little screech.

Wilford roared with laughter, “Learn quick, don’t you?”

King surged up, “Are you teaching my kid to curse, I have to deal with that later.”

“Kid’ll learn sooner rather than later when Anti shows up,” Bim defended with a huge smile on his face as King stomped over to him.

Before King could shake or punch his younger brother, Dark spoke up, “Let’s not Kay.”

The animal magnet threw his arms up in the air, and glared at Bim, “Next time I get you alone you insufferable brat.”

Bim gave him a sharp toothy smile, “Try it Dolittle.”

“Bim, if you keep antagonizing him, you might not win,” Dark warned.

“So to clear the air, this is my nephew?” Bim asked, walking over to the spawnling who maintained eye contact with Bim and both of them began a low warning growl as Bim approached.

“Bim,” Dark warned, shielding Lunky with his aura. “They’re not competition, leave them alone.”

“That’s not why I’m growling,” Bim growled defensively.

“Then why are you growling?” Wil chuckled, leaning his elbows on the back of the couch and resting his chin on the palm of his hands.

Bim glared at Wil before huffing in frustration at Lunky.

“To answer your earlier question, no Lunky is not your brother. You were, to quote Beauregard, a “creation of pure science” and since I killed the other scientists it’s not happening again anytime soon. Besides there are already six of you, and you are all grown adults. Having another child would serve no purpose.”

“I could get a sister,” Yan called as she ran from upstairs with a binder of colored squares and started holding the colors up next to Lunky’s face. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some quality girl time around here?”

“I don’t control that,” Dark reminded her, neither he nor King moving Lunky away from her.

“Come now Darky, we’d get to have another angel running around the house,” Wil pouted.

“That’s what grandchildren are for,” Dark reminded.

“Yes but we have to give them back,” Wilford frowned sadly. Then he seemed to think about that. “We could not give them back.”

“Dad, I am right here,” King reminded. “We don’t live here.”

“A shame,” Wil commented, then he held his hands out. “May I hold them, pretty please?”

“Just don’t kidnap them,” King allowed.

Dark passed Lunky over to Wil, Lunky made an unhappy screeching cry and tried to hold onto Dark’s coat.

Wil chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you back to him.”

Lunky was suddenly very quiet, going completely limp, their eyes large dark orbs as they started devouring Wil’s aura.

“What a little delight,” Wil smiled. “Can they talk to animals too?”

“No, it’d be so much easier if they could,” King sighed.

Dark walked over and lessened the spells keeping Lunky 3-D and they popped back into their actual form. Wil almost dropped them but Dark caught the spawnling.

Lunky quickly stretched onto the wall and started investigating the room.

“Huh,” Bim commented, “weird gift, do they sleep on a drawing of a bed or an actual bed.”

King let out a bubbling, uncomfortable laugh, “They don’t.”

“What? Sleep?” Bim asked.

“Yes,” King answered. “I’ve barely been sleeping.”

Dark pulled a scroll from the Void and passed it over to King, “This is what I used to use on all of you.”

Looking Dark dead in the eye, King said, “You are the best, if this even works half as well as it did on me.”

Dark smirked at him.

The conversation kept going and Bim went off to hunt again and Wil raced off to the attic with Yan to find something. Leaving Dark, the Host, and King alone with Lunky in the living room. The spawnling seemed to be resting but King knew it wouldn’t last and he would actually go to sleep.

Lunky was resting against Dark’s shoulder, still a flat image, and Dark was just sitting in one of the armchairs, watching them rest.

“You know,” King commented. “When they’re like this, I kinda forget they can be an absolute nightmare.”

“Hopefully that spell works for you,” Dark replied.

“How long did it take Bim to start talking?” King asked. “We came in when he was already talking and walking.”

“We got Bim when he was eight months old, he was walking before he started talking. Wil accidentally said the word “fuck” and that was his first word. I was furious. He started talking when he was almost two. Lunky is a little bit more developed than Bim was. However, Bim was completely artificial.”

King made a face that showed that he wasn’t too reassured by those words. “Okay so should I be doing something?”

“The Host should suggest that there is a strong possibility that Lunky could never be able to fully speak,” the Host warned.

The room went quiet.

“Is that caused by something in their aura?” Dark asked.

“It is something within Lunky’s nature,” the Host reported. “There is a possibility that the Host is wrong, but the Host doubts that.”

“Okay,” King said.

Dark frowned, “A large portion of the heroes can sign, you and Illinois can sign, so can I, Wilford seemed to be able to read his mind. Communication shouldn’t be an issue. It would be a shame if we wasted their time and sanity trying to push them to communicate in a way that makes them uncomfortable.”

“Yeah,” King was very quick to agree, taking in a huge breath and nodding, looking more resolute by the second. “I can talk to birds and dogs. Humans are just another animal, right?”

“Some more so than others,” Dark offered as a barbed comment.

King looked nervous as he looked at Lunky, “I just don’t want to hurt them. I want them to be happy and safe.”

“You’ll do fine,” Dark reassured.

“Because you raised six kids?” King tried to smile.

“Well experience certainly helps,” Dark smiled. “But I meant to say that you won’t be trying to raise this one in secret like I did with all of you.”

“How did you manage that, anyways?” King asked. “We went to Disneyland one year. Dad broke an entire rollercoaster and killed fifteen people.”

“I used the Anomaly to perfectly replicate areas we wished to take you,” Dark answered. “I even replicated police involvement to keep your father entertained.”

“You absolute ass,” King cursed. “You took us to bootleg Disneyland?”

The Host chuckled at that.

“I will have you know it took a full year to investigate the entire park, including how character actors and crowds reacted,” Dark defended. “Did you expect me to bring Wil, Bim, and Arthur to an actual theme park and have nothing happen?”

“Fair,” King grumbled, and then groaned as he checked his phone. “Alright let’s get back to the base.”

“Before you leave,” Dark held up his hand and a necklace with an eye design on it. It swirled with a myriad of colors. “Something I had to learn the hard way. Spawnlings require aura to survive and grow. Like physical activity for a human. Their own will not feed them. So you have a choice: human or demonic aura.”

“To eat?” A pit formed in King’s heart.

“Yes, a new spawnling can strip all the aura from a human and render them a hollow, dry husk, matured demons have more control over it,” Dark warned. “What would you like to feed your child?”

“Uh, how do I get demon aura?” King asked apprehensively.

“Well now that depends, either an older, more experienced demon can donate their aura to a younger one, helping that spawnling grow stronger,” Dark explained. “Or you could kill a lesser, weaker demon and take all their aura to make oneself more powerful.”

That alarmed King instantly. “Demons can actually die?”

“Not from a single hit or even a volley of hits, killing a demon is a drawn out process but if the lesser is significantly weaker and the other demon is significantly stronger the fight is almost not fair. I have to kill some upstart every couple of months who tries to wander into Egoton thinking they can just take over. Typically I can just run them out and if they’re smart they won’t come back, other demons not so much. Why not put all that energy to good use?”

“O-Okay,” King allowed.

“I figured you would side with the humans so I took the time to mix my own aura with another demon’s that I recently subdued,” Dark told him. “At Lunky’s current appetite this should last him a couple months.”

King moved to put on the necklace but Dark stopped him. “Try to avoid putting it on, we wouldn’t want Lunky to associate you with food, now would we? You have far less aura than I do.”

“Right,” King pocketed the necklace and King took Lunky back who was upset to leave Dark’s arms and aura, but was quieted when they were given the necklace to chew on. Wil and Dark said their goodbyes. The Host took Lunky and King back to the base.

A calm settling back over the city.

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

Chuckling she nods “A constant hubbub” she says soft, holding his shoulder in comfort “A noise of home” she smiles, looking at him and Bim, facing the cot. She didn’t really know what to say, just soft by it all, and she wanted to stay here as long as Doc wanted or needed, letting all other worries or things to do to the wayside. They could wait

He gives a more full tour. He shows them his childhood room, which is filled with memorabilia.

“You had a plastic school skeleton in your room?”

“My emo phase was subtle, and disguised as my interest in medicine.”

He shows them the yard, and takes them to an old tree, showing off a broken branch.

"I was climbing this tree and this branch snapped right out form under me as I was using it for support! I had to just hang there and yell for Mom and Dad until they heard me, I legitimately wondered if that was the end. I think I was around six years old, give or take a year.

He shows them the basement, which makes him shiver a little. 

“This was my least favorite part of the house, because I always felt like something lived in that vent right there, see it?”

Bim walks over, peering inside. “... I think there is, actually.”

“Wait, what?”

He takes off the vent, and reaches in. He pulls out an opossum. “I’ll bet this vent was home to all kinds of little creatures over the years. It’s sheltered, warm... slightly magic...”

“... Again, what?”

���Neutral magic, don’t worry, but it does have some magic in there. I can’t tell what it is, but it might be a small magic animal lived here and left a  little beacon when it died so other animals knew it was a safe home...”

“Huh. That... actually makes me a lot less scared.”

Bim put the opossum back, and fixes the vent back into place. 

Doc shows them the attic as well, in which Bim does find a semi-haunted doll, but according to Doc that actually belongs to one of the nieces and wasn’t there when he was growing up.

“It won’t hurt her, will it?”

“No, no. I think this is one of those objects that became haunted because it was loved so much. Most of the time Dark magic is attracted to bitterness or rage or hate or despair, but in some very rare cases it’s drawn to love and care. It’s an inherently lonely magic, after all. Your niece should be fine, although if she become an incredibly angsty teen this doll might start absorbing that.”

“... And?”

“Well, it won’t be Chucky levels of bad, but it might hold a grudge against certain people and cause minor mischief when it’s around them. It’s not powerful enough for anything more than phantom shoulder tapping or tugging on hair and clothes, though. Maybe a spooky whisper or two.”

Doc sighs, relieved. “Phew. I’ll just be sure to check in with her every once and a while then.”

“Smart.”

Doc shows them the kitchen (which is still intact, by some miracle). “Some of the memories I saw were Mom and Dad cooking, so I used those as guides. It’s helped a lot.”

By the time the tour is finished, it’s been hours of learning and reminiscing and maybe just a couple cases of crying.

[reverseblackholeofwords]

Do’s And Don'ts With A Reunited Legion, Part 3

AKA This is the fifth closet Legion popped into, because the first four were occupied by Anti, Bim, Sharper and Ollie respectively. In all seriousness, I originally planned for this story to be very angst-filled with a side heaping of the noose dealio that @ferociousfangirlofmanyfandoms wrote. Lucky for you folks, that never made it in, but I’m saving it on the back-burner for the next angst surprise. Also, since this is a double whammy with a second submission, the next piece is not angsty! Have fun.

…

Eric hadn’t spent as much time with Legion as he wanted to when they got back, considering the fact that Mare stayed rather close to them. And despite the ghost’s apparent friendliness, Eric was still pretty terrified of him.

That wasn’t to say that he had avoided Legion. They would spend small moments together, usually with him knitting and them watching intently while they sorted out the yarn. Or talking in soft voices when headaches came along, each respectful of the other’s pain. One time he even cooked with them, and it’s then that he learned Legion had a selective range of cooking abilities and that they were terrible when it came to high-concentration cooking. Like making sure the pot didn’t boil over. At least there wasn’t a fire.

When he looked back on this, Eric had no real idea why he was in that particular hallway. It was nearing the evening, and the slowly falling sun casted distorted shadows through the window panes. Some of the trees helped to give each shadow it’s own shape, but they were light enough to be rendered separate from Dark or the Void’s signatures. Eric remembered the sensation of warmth against his skin, probably falsely conjured up in his own subconscious, but it felt lovely. The air was tranquil and there was no booming floor, rattling doors or even a groan of defeat (those were caused by the ‘old folks’, mainly Dark, Phantom, Mad, and Google). Just blissful quiet.

…And the barely noticeable hiccup that came right after a long, hard wail from sobbing.

What?

Eric wasn’t one for confrontation, and if this were any other time and any other place, he would’ve ran off to grab his Dad or most anyone else for backup. But with the peace of the previous moment still within him and a sense of curiosity that had begun blooming again (once he moved here), he wanted to see what was happening. Of course he knew that sound, he had sounded like that many times in the past, usually on the cusp of or already into a full blown panic attack. So to hear someone else sounding like that, well, loneliness wasn’t good for situations like that. He could help? Right?

He moved slower to trace the sound, and he eventually got to a plain looking door, no label to it. Probably a broom closet or something. A perfect place for someone having a panic attack.

Personally, he preferred the closets on the ground floor.

Don’t think like that. He scolded himself, before taking a deep breath in, trying to instill his confidence before raising a fist to knock against the door. The wavelengths shattered the silence, canceling out all other thoughts and sounds. Including the weak gasps.

“H-h-hello? Uh-um, an-anyone th-there?” Nothing greeted his question, and he began to wonder if he was hearing something. But that sound was so accurate…? “Its-s-s  Eric-c?”

hic

There it was again. The barely perceptible sob. “I-I’m com-m-ming in? No-no, I’m coming i-in.” He grasped the handle and tried to turn it, but found it was locked under his grip. His fingers were already trembling, and he had to take another breath to try and steady them. “Cou-could you open t-t-the d-door?”

“No,” The voice took him by surprise, but he recovered once he realized who hid beyond his reach, separated by an oaken wall.

“L-L-Legion?”  Oh goodness, this wasn’t good. He had yet to see them hurting like this, besides when they had first come back from that place, when they had been with that scary man. He could remember those moments when the Actor was in the house, the way the terror of his presence constricted his throat and his lungs. And those visits were short, lasted fifteen minutes at most. Legion was with him for weeks. Stuck beside him with no escape.

Eric knew he wouldn’t have made it, and standing outside this door, it finally struck him that Legion couldn’t have gone through all that unscathed. They had to have been hurt too. And now, now maybe they were working through it.

“L-Legion,” He started, slowly settling himself onto the floor beside the door, taking time to lay his prosthetics against the carpet. “Legion, I-I’m here. An-and if y-you need me o-or you wa-wanta talk about it-t, I-I’m here. You-you’re not al-alone.  N-n-not anymore.” He settled himself beside the door and waited, letting the silence settle within the hall. Letting the fading sunlight warm his skin. Letting himself hope that his presence in the hall would be enough for Legion.

Legion, that silly ‘kid’ who knew more than they let on, who held in their eyes ages of knowledge that betrayed their form. Eric saw them as an older sibling, playful and confident of themselves, always encouraging what he wanted to do and serious in their promises. Host’s kid, the one that he knew the older man would fight for. Just like his Dad.

And wasn’t that something amazing? That he had a real Dad now. And that Legion had a Dad too. They both had someone that loved and protected them, that didn’t want anything from them. It still took Eric by surprise sometimes…

“Eric?” The voices asked hesitantly from the wood, speaking through the crack between the frame and the door itself. Eric shook himself out of his musing, turning his head so that his ear was beside the crack. He wasn’t sure why there were multiple voices, unless this was what Legion meant when they said they weren’t alone upstairs. 

“L-Legion?”

“We’re sorry. For keeping you here. We’re… we’re fine.” That was a lie, and he knew that both of them knew it. And well, he wasn’t going to be dissuaded that easily this time.

“It-it’s fine. Hon-n-nestly Le-Legion. I g-g-get it. S-s-sometimes-s you need to b-b-be alone. S-sort through it-t. Y-ya know?” There was a weak laugh from the crack, a hollow laugh.

“Never really alone. Not with so many of us fighting. To be heard, to say Something. To be alive in us.” There was a pause before they continued, their voices tampering down into one again, even if there was the slightest reverb to it. “We were beginning to lose it, and we didn’t want to scare anyone. We get, scary when we’re losing it. Didn’t want to worry Dad or Mare. Just… just needed to breathe again. Breathe without scaring anyone.”

“A cl-closets-s nice l-like that.” Eric said, trying to keep his voice steady. “S-small to k-keep the w-world from cl-closing in o-on you. Its secluded, q-quiet and m-makes you b-big.”

“Yeah, I guess a closet is ideal. Bright side of things.” There was some shuffling, and beside Eric the lock popped open. “You can come in, if, if you want?” The nervousness in their voice was obvious, but they were in good company. Eric was always in a state of nervousness.

“Sure,” He reached up and grasped the handle, turning it with ease this time. He gave it a gentle tug and opened a crack, letting enough fading sunlight in to illuminate the figure in the little room. Legion was bracing themselves against two shelves, their hair falling in messy, tangled waves around their head. The hood hung like a deflated balloon on their shoulder, and the cloak had stretched to cover all of their body. Like a giant blanket. Protective and cuddly.

“Nice place y-you got.” Legion titled their head, their eyes lighting up despite the redness that tainted them and the puffiness of their skin.

“Prime real estate.” Eric pulled himself in, opening the door wider to paint Legion in the last rays of orange light. They glowed radiantly, like something out of folklore. “Eric, you sure you aren’t an angel?”

“Huh? What d’ya m-mean?” They grinned.

“The light is a halo around you. You look like an angel.” He blushed, rubbing the back of his head.

“Th-thanks!” He settled beside them and they stared out the top of the window, holding hands up to keep the bottom rays from blinding them.

“Makes us think of that time we tried to convince everyone Dark was a vampire in the Retro.” Eric turned to them.

“What?”

“Oh, that story’s great. Okay, so, it was right after Dark over in the last universe had kinda turned over a new leaf and we wanted to give him a proper ‘welcome back.’ So, first we rigged up this giant spotlight with Wilford’s help…”

Submitted by: @englishbreakfastandquills​

*to the tune of John Mulaney’s Monkey Man joke* Babey, babey, babey man

[obsidiancreates]

We Need To Talk (The Host): Originally posted on Wattpad, April 30th, 2018

The Host walks into his room and closes the door behind him. He sighs as he locks it and lets his posture relax. He stiffens up once more when he feels the presence of someone else in his room. "The Host can sense another person in his room, yet he cannot tell who it is. They are unfamiliar to him until they speak."'

"Yeah, I would guess that. I've never physically been here after all," the person says. The Host knows her voice all to well. "Oh quit being so dramatic. I'm not that bad," she says, annoyed. The Host turns  to face her.

"The Host disagrees," he says, his voice no longer monotone but filled with rage. He senses the girl throw her hands up in the air.

"Come on man! What have I done that's so bad?"

"The Host begins to list what she's done. Made Dark angry with Oliver for no reason-"

"That's the only thing I've done that's concrete! I haven't written any other angsty stuff down, have I?"

"Made the Bings get into a fight with the Googles-"

"It's canon that they don't like each other!"

"The Host tells her to shut up."

"You can't tell me what to do. I tell you what to do. I'm the Writer, jerk."

"The Host grits his teeth and tries to control his anger."

"You have no reason to be angry!"

"The Host has every reason to! The Writer is selfish and cruel, coming up with senerios that cause needless pain and anger!"

"I gave Wilford a cat!"

"That doesn't matter to The Host!"

"I- hang on!" The Writer says. The Host finds himself unable to talk. The Writer pulls out her phone and types something in. "There. Just call me that from now on." A name pops into The Host's head. Jadea.

"It's not my real and it's kind of the name of two other characters of mine but it's better than 'The Writer'. That's just my title," Jadea says. The Host frowns at her and he senses her smack her forehead. "Oh! That's right! Hang on, one second."

"The Host, able to talk once again, demands that Jadea leave. He does not know why she came and he doesn't want to know."

Jadea sighs. "Look, I know you don't like me. It's my own fault, I made you too powerful and you became self-aware. But you need to stop messing with my writing. I haven't been able to write another Ego one-shot in ages because of you and that sucks because I have lots of ideas."

"Ideas that will cause harm to The Host's fellow Egos."

"You know, for someone who doesn't have eyes you have a heck of a disapproving glare. I can feel it. And not all the ideas are angsty! Some of them are fluff!"

"The Host can tell that at this very moment she has a story in mind that results in Bim in Dr. Iplier's clinic."

"For minor injures! The dude's a self-absorbed stalker cannibal, it's not like he doesn't deserve to get beat up a little."

"The Host argues that Jadea could make Bim a good redeemable character, but he already knows her argument which she says anyway."

"I like to keep characters close to the canon! I have no idea how you ended u this way, canon you has no personality at all. I need to stop letting other people's versions of you guys affect my own versions..."

"The Host grows more angry as Jadea talks about the Egos like they're not real. Like they have no control over anything, including themselves."

"You don't!" Jadea shouts. She's fuming with her own anger now. "You don't have any control! Because you're characters! You're characters and Mark and the other fans and I control everything about you and your lives! You need to accept that and stop interfering! I love all of you guys and I'm not going to do anything permanently damaging to any of you!"

"The Host raises his own voice as well, yelling at her that he will never stop trying to free himself and his fellow Egos! He screams at her that she has no right to treat them like dolls!"

Jadea stares at him, shaking as her nose twitches with anger. Slowly a smile snakes across her face, not reaching her eyes which are burning with rage. "Fine!" she says in an overly-chipper voice. "Fine, keep fighting me! I get it, I really do. But just know that I could do so much worse than you think! I'm a nice writer, okay? I keep my angst mild, it never causes any lasting wounds mentally or emotionally or physically. I make sure to balance it with fluff because I hate making characters suffer."

"The Host tells her that that is the problem. She views them as characters, not as people."

Jadea keeps smiling. "Because you are characters, hun. DO you want to know what I could make happen? Do you want me to show you some other fans' universes?" The Host stays quiet for once and Jadea giggles. "I thought not. Look Hosty, this is how life is. It has up and downs. In real life, in my world? Sometimes things happen that people aren't able to handle. I never make anything happen that you guys aren't able to handle. Your world is regulated and nothing happens that I don't make happen, or that would be the case if you'd stop changing things. I make sure that everything doesn't just go to crap for no reason. I have reason. Whether what I write be for the benefit of you guys, for the readers, or for myself, there's a reason behind it. Out in my world, in reality, a lot of stuff happens with no real reason. It may seem like chaos here but I have plans. I know what I want to happen and why. You're going to deal with it. Got it?" Her voice is sickly sweet. The Host opens his mouth to protest but Jadea is already gone. He huffs and sits down at his desk. He reaches for his headphones.

"The Host begins listening to the audiobook of The Lord of The Rings: Return of the King," he says. The audio begins, obeying his will.

IDK, this thought popped into my head. I'm not sure why I made myself such a jerk. Maybe it has something to do with how I view myself as a writer. Huh. Anyway, hope you enjoyed Have a nice day!

[bimgle]

(Angsty!Anon) Bim dies, and Blue copes with it the only way he knows how: he makes Bim a synthetic body and uploads his memories into it (minus the bit where he dies) and BOOM Bim's back. Bim then, over the course of months (maybe years??) gradually comes to the realization that he's not the original, biological Bim

ANON I NEED TO KNOW HOW FAKE BIM REACTS TO THIS SELF-REALIZATION....................DOES HE CONTINUE LIVING?? DOES HE HELP BLUE MOVE ON??? IS HE CHILL WITH THIS????? DOES HE HAVE AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS?? please i need to kno........................

[spooky-scary-spiderling-blog]

UPCOMING FICS!

UPCOMING FICS (NOT INCLUDING REQUESTS!)

Please tell me what ones you’d like to see first! <3

Losing Hope (Peter Parker x reader) 

-Song fic: Oh Wonder- Body Gold

-Trigger Warning: Mentions of suicide, suicide attempt, Suicidal reader

- Angst/ fluff(?)

There’s a time and place for everything. (Peter Parker x reader)

- Captian America: Civil War

- maybe spoilers???

- much fluff!

- Trigger Warnings: Maybe a bit of violence

Who let Peter and (Y/N) be our preist?!?!?: (Peter Parker x Reader)

- SO MUCH FLUFF

- Tony x Pepper wedding

- a lot of swearing.

Neighbours: (Tom Holland x Reader)

- Neighbour AU!

- im pretty sure this fanfic is just a sandwich of bad ideas

- FLUFF

- Haz is a smug little shit, Tom is confused and reader is a mess.

The battle for Tessa’s love: (Tom Holland x reader)

- All this fluff to make up for that angsty one

- Haz and Zay are there too.

- Tessa is involved.

- Tom is a child

Tagging people for opinons and just because ily tbh, Superb you funky little cinnamon rolls <3333:

@hollandandi 

@bim-trimmer-protection-squad

@plethora-of-things

@peterparker-imagines

[markipwiwer]

I'm on an angst train and you've written quite a bit lately with angst for Wilford and Dark but what about our boy Anti? I don't really have any ideas as to how it'll be angsty... and Anti doesn't deserve angst, but here we are.

Was this actually angst in the end? Who even knows, I had like zero angst ideas and a lot of head cannons and this was a hot mess but shruuuug emoji

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Wilford had many, many guests on his show, both real and fiction. In general, he usually tried to avoid people he knew, people he had too many connections to, because what was the point of blackmailing someone that he could already get to from so many different sides?

Dark hadn’t been particularly miffed when Wilford decided to interview Mark. In fact the only thing e was disappointed about was the fake stabbing. Dark wished it had been real. But nonetheless, if Dark didn’t mind Wilford interviewing Mark, then by extension Anti shouldn’t have minded Wilford interviewing Jack.

But Anti did mind. He minded an awful lot.

Wilfords first hint was the studio losing power half way into the interview. It wasn’t stormy out and Jack wasn’t exactly supernatural. But it hadn’t been the first time, and it was by the by. They carried on with the episode once Bim reset the grid, making some off-hand comment about faulty wiring.

But Anti didn’t know what Wilford was saying or doing. At first, he was just angry about Wilford being around Jack in the first place. It was only later, once Anti dug through Bing’s network to find the footage, that Anti was ridiculously pissed off.

Maybe Anti wouldn’t have been so pissed off if Wilford hadn’t been so… himself? Because Wilford was a hardcore flirt, and although he was usually dismissive and demeaning about it to those he didn’t really care about, he still did it. And that was what sucked.

Dark didn’t hate Mark in the same way that Anti hated Jack. Anti had, at one point, almost wanted to be close to Jack, close to this perfect little clone of himself. But Anti was, according to everyone else, the shitty evil twin that everyone hated and didn’t want to talk about unless Anti made it impossible for people not to talk about him.

So when Wilford said things like “You look so familiar” and “That’s a face I know intimately well” to fucking JACK, it just… it sucked.

Because Jack was perfect and everyone loved and cared about him oh so much and no matter how much Anti tried, he would always, ALWAYS be in that fuckers shadow. He didn’t want to be in Jacks shadow in his own goddamn relationship.

Anti accidentally made the building surge as he watched back the footage of the interview. He didn’t even notice, he kept the computer running that was playing everything and that was it. And then Wilford, that pink fucking bastard, had the gaul to pretend to strangle Jack at the end of the interview, in the same way he pretended to kill Mark.

That fucking cunt. Anti wanted to be choked out, damn it! Why the fuck did Jack get the privilege? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair.

As Anti went to storm out of the media room, Bing burst through the door. He immediately did not look comfortable, and it seemed he was already panicked before he’d seen the state Anti was in. Glitching, eyes glowing, thick ‘blood’ leaking onto his shirt and dripping on the floor.

“D-dude… the whole building just went nuts! The Googles surged and everything ‘cus they were plugged in!”

Anti didn’t say much in reply. He knew it was probably his doing and there was some tiny Conscience in the back of his head that told him he should feel bad for surging the IRLs.

Behind Anti, the monitor continued to play Wilford slowly, surely choking Jack to death. Anti wondered how he made it look real, since Jack looked like he was turning blue.

“I t-traced the outage back to here and… Dark’s coming, dude.”

Anti let out an annoyed, animalistic groan at the idea of Dark trying to parent him again through another one of his ‘outbursts’, and he disappeared in a flash of gross pixels that sent a chill down Bing’s artificial spine.

Not two seconds later, Dark walked into the room with just Bing and some fading pixels. He took one look at the monitor and transported himself to the studio, where Wilford no doubt was, consulting and editing and directing some of his secondary projects.

Bing stayed in the media room, very confused, as the monitor flashed a little and turned off.

-

At first, Bing had assumed Anti had gone to confront Wilford. And it appeared that Dark had made the same assumption, as Bing could see on the back up security monitors. Dark appeared almost directly in front of Wilford, completely interrupting whatever conversation Wilford had been having, but the pink man was happily oblivious to any… well, would it have been danger? Did Dark think Anti could have hurt Wilford if he was jealous enough? At the very least he found it important enough to not hesitate with.

But no. Instead, Wilford and Dark seemed to duck a little, almost looking like they were blocking their ears or something. Everyone else in the studio seemed to be doing the same, and Bing would have had time to be concerned if it weren’t for the rumbling and then ear shattering screech that seemed to run through the house with a fury. It sounded like a pained cry, artificial, broken. Staticky. But still loud enough and powerful enough to completely wreck Bing’s audio input, and he was quite suddenly deaf. He could still feel the rumbling in the ground for a few more seconds, and then it just… stopped.

-

None of the Ipliers saw Anti for another two days and Wilford felt gross and guilty. Once Dark had analysed the footage, he explained to Wilford what the problem may have been. And Wilford felt very sucky. Of course Anti didn’t want to have to compete with Jack any more than he already usually did, and overall, it just looked bad.

But after two days of hearing nothing, they began to get worried. Bing had his hearing fixed and the Googles hadn’t lost anything important, luckily. And, after a careful plan was constructed as to how to apologise to Anti, Wilford and Dark made their way to the Septic house.

-

The Septic house was a lot smaller than Ego Inc in general, it was almost homey. Considering the way Anti usually acted around them, around the Egos and around Dark and Wilford, they were very surprised when they transported into the living area to find Anti signing wildly at Jameson. Jameson watched intently, before signing back, and Anti made some sort of a noise. His body made it seem like it was supposed to be a laugh, but the actual aural output seemed to state otherwise.

Schneeplestein, who had been reading a book on the couch, exclaimed when the Egos just appeared in their abode with no real warning. Anti and Jameson shot around, both looking… almost guilty. Anti hugged himself, struggling to look at either Wilford or Dark, and Jameson waved a small ‘hello’.

Schneeplestein stood up, extending his hand to the Ipliers in greeting, saying it was nice to see them, then turning to Anti, and spoke with that strange German accent.

“Would you like me to translate?”

Anti looked genuinely sheepish, not something commonly seen in him, as he nodded and begin to sign, generally in Darks direction. He barely addressed Wilford. Schneeplestein watched his signing closely and spoke for him.

“I would not like the lecture. I broke my voice and I came here so that I could think. I’m not sorry for my anger, but I am sorry for not talking about it. Now I cannot talk. I feel this is ironic.”

It was clear that a lot of Antis general mannerisms didn’t totally translate through sign, but even his hand gestures were slightly different from the way Jameson did it. Where Jameson was very proper, almost well-spoken in that sense, Anti was quick and flicked his wrists a lot and used more interesting facial expressions.

Wilford spoke first, because there was a lot of silence happening here.

“No. I’m sorry. I should have been more sensitive, I should have asked you, I should have focused on you more.”

Anti shrugged and signed, with Schneeps voice translating again.

“You always pay attention to me. Probably too much. Besides, I got to come back and spend some time with these… A-S - oh, assholes.”

Schneeplestein seemed to struggle slightly with that last part, but it was okay. He smiled anyway and so did Anti. It wasn’t the huge, cheeky smile Dark and Wilford had come to know, but it was a start.

Dark spoke next.

“We have missed you an awful lot. And if we can work past this, we’d love to have you back home.”

Dark didn’t often seem soft or genuine or just plain caring, but his missing Anti had gotten to him. He hadn’t even directly been involved and the situation, yet it felt like a punishment not being able to see him.

Schneep watched Anti and spoke.

“Alright. But I might need a white board.”

Wilford smiled as well, not his usual beam, but something sweeter, less threatening or even charming.

“A small price to pay for your forgiveness, Kitten.”

Anti shoved him, playfully, while Jameson and Schneep gave each other a knowing look.

Sometimes, every now and then, when he was forced to take a long look at his own ego, Anti didn’t have to be the evil twin. Sometimes he could be rather wholesome.

[mail-me-a-snail]

Two Birthdays: Part Three

here we are... the last part.....i hope u guys have enjoyed this short story. in the first bit of this story..we get angsty. real angsty. i promise it gets better 

find part one here

find part two here

“Wilford, why are you covered in flour?”

“...Cocaine?” Dark repeated, not believing a word of it. 

“Okay, okay. I’m not the Wilford you know. I’m really a contestant on the Great British Bake Off-”

“No.”

“I secretly run an underground drug ring of baby power-”

“No.” Dark rolled his eyes, the excuses getting stupider every second. “Why are you covered in flour?” He repeated the question in the most menacing way he could, at least, what he could manage against Wilford. 

Wilford took a deep breath, then sighs. “I...can’t tell you.” He wrings his flour-covered hands, getting them even more stained. “It’s a surprise.” 

Dark narrows his eyes. “Dr. Iplier, if you could please check if whatever, or whoever, is in the kitchen is okay? I need to talk with Wilford.”

He didn’t need to tell the doctor twice. Iplier slipped past them, opened the door, and went inside. The click of the door closing was the last sound in the hallway for a few moments, until Dark spoke, his aura pulsating. 

“What is really going on, Wil?”

“Well...Something special is coming up soon and I thought..” Wilford trailed off, noticing Dark’s shell start to crack a little. “Dark, are you feeling alright...?”

That’s what he had forgotten - that’s what Damien...what Celine was shouting at him. The day that would be considered his “birthday” was the day Damien, Celine, and the Entity fused into...him. There was a reason Dark didn’t celebrate and tried to forget. It followed him in every mirror, and would until their work was done. 

“Wilford,” he started slowly, his shell cracking and jolting. “whatever you are planning, whatever good you think you’re doing, I want you to stop it. The Entity isn’t going to like this.”

“But-” Wilford started.

“No.” It came out as a hiss of pain, Dark’s shell falling apart, his face fading in and out from him to-

“Damien?” 

Dark looked up. Wilford was shaking, leaning fully against the door to support his weight. 

“The last time I saw you, you could have cared less about anything. Why do you care so much now?” Damien’s voice echoed out, sounding as angry as the last time Wilford...William had seen him. The Entity was surprised William still remembered his best friend’s name after so long. 

Wilford had tears in his eyes, muttering a string of “no, no, no-”. He had to be hallucinating. He couldn’t even respond. Before Wilford could attempt to say anything, something, Dark’s shell faded back into it’s real appearance. 

Dark breathes out shakily. “Wilford...I don’t, I’m sorry-”

The pink man stood up as straight as he could, leaning on the door knob with shaky hands, and for once, wasn’t the bright, sadistic neon highlighter he usually was. 

“T-That was Damien.”  Wilford stuttered. He wiped a hand through his hair, spreading flour on his forehead. “My best friend- how is he-”

“It was an illusion. The Entity creates them to...ward off unwanted attention. I’m sorry you had to see that.” Dark lied through his teeth. Wilford can’t know. Not yet. Thankfully, Wilford seemed convinced enough not to question it. 

“Get yourself cleaned up. Remember what I told you.” With that, Dark leaves Wilford alone, going back up to his office. He needs room to think.

The mustached man stood in the hallway alone. 

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“Relax, you’re not going to die-”

“My Jim hurts, Dr. Jim. Man-eating Jim really knows how to use a Jim.” Reporter Jim groaned, rubbing his head. 

“Yes, he does know how to use a frying pan.” Dr. Iplier agreed. 

“They tried to lock me in the meat freezer!” Bim squeaked from a chair. 

Dr. Iplier turned around and pointed a reflex hammer at him. “If I recall from the Jims’ side of the story, you tried to kick them into the oven first.”

Before Bim could reply, the door slipped open, a miserable looking Wilford appearing. The 3 egos immediately knew something was up. Bim got up from his chair, helping Wilford into it. 

“What happened out there?” was the first question Trimmer asked Wilford. 

“Did he give you a stern talking-to?” Dr. Iplier followed up. 

“Is the Jim cancelled?” Camera Jim said. 

Wilford remained silent for a little bit, then looked up with a determined expression. His eyes were still a little red from crying, but otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to tell this was the same Wilford that had walked into the room.

“No, Jim. The party isn’t over yet.” Wilford assured. “Dark’s “Entity” is giving him trouble. A party will surely cheer him up!”

“Entity? You mean-” Bim started, then squeaked in surprise as Dr. Iplier elbowed him in the ribs. The doctor put a finger to his mouth in a shushing motion. 

The mustached man seemed to not notice, and stood up from his chair, grabbing a garish pink apron. 

“This cake isn’t going to bake itself! I wasn’t actually lying about the British Bake Off bit, yes, I know you were listening through the door Camera Jim. Gentleman. Let’s get cooking.”

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It had been an hour since he left Wilford alone. Dark stayed pacing in his office, shell cracking every now and then while the two voices inside his head argued. 

“I can’t believe you did that, Damien.”

“I was only being honest.” 

“Your anger is going to give us away.” 

“The Seer is right.” Dark muttered under his breath. 

“You are no help either. You keep lying to him, saying his friends have just gone off to do something important. Lies aren’t going to work forever.”

“He doesn’t need to reopen old wounds. And the first part isn’t necessarily a lie.” Dark retorted, seemingly speaking to the air.  

“I’m so sick of you two being distracted by things like parties and TV shows-” 

A small fwip was heard. Dark looks for the source and finds a bright yellow card on the floor, having been slipped under the door. He goes and picks it up, opening it. A cheap sounding version of “Happy Birthday” plays out of it, and Dark had to resist slipping it back under the door. The card said, in Google’s neat handwriting:

Dark,

Meet us at the Host’s floor. His dining hall will be adequate enough for this venture. 

Added to that was the Host’s own curly script. 

Friend, 

The Host hopes you are feeling well enough to participate. He has noticed your shell is cracking more often. Please know that Wilford has spent most of the day trying to cheer you up. The Host suggests you play along, for now.

Dark sighs and puts the card down on his desk. The music from it stops playing. 

“You two keep it together.” He mutters to the voices in his head. They don’t reply. 

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Dark makes his way down to the Host’s floor, passing by the bedroom and the kitchen. He stops in front of the door to the dining hall, then takes a deep breath. Whatever is going to happen in here will be over soon. He puts a hand on the handle, and turns. 

The sound of kazoos immediately greeted him and a flash of shiny colored specks - confetti - rained down onto him. Dark reached a hand up and brushed it from his hair, then stops at the sight in front of him.

Google, Host, the Jims, and Bim Trimmer were surrounding a table with an actually nice looking cake in the middle. The cake was two layered with black fondant, white flowers spiraling across the sides. Candles were stuck onto the top. Above the table held a banner that said “Congratulations! It’s a boy Birthday!” with boy crossed out. 

At the head of the table was Wilford, who was smiling at Dark, despite what happened earlier. 

“Happy birthday, my dearest, darkest, darling-est, friend.” he said. 

Dark went around the table to the head, where Wilford stepped back to let him look at the cake. Dark had no idea Wilford was capable of this. 

“Wilford, it’s...” He tried. No words seemed to come.

“I know, Dark. But you seemed so down lately. I just wanted to cheer you up.” Wilford tells him softly. He gestures to the cake. “Make a wish.”

Dark steps up, looking at the candles. He takes a moment, two, then leans down, blowing out the candles. Small applause erupted from his side, and a camera click, as well. Camera Jim had the moment on film. 

Wilford leans into his side, head on Dark’s shoulder. “So..What did you wish for, Darkest dearest?”

Dark smiles, a small one. “It wouldn’t come true if I told you, Wil.”

The pink man stuck his tongue out at him. “No fun!” Wilford returns Dark’s smile with a grin. 

“Jim thinks we should cut into the Jim, already!” Reporter Jim butted in. Wilford rolled his eyes, turning away from Dark to go over to the Jims.

“Dark gets first slice!” Wilford announced to the Jims, leaving Dark and the Host at the head of the table. 

“The Host is glad you chose to participate.” Host narrated with a smile. He patted Dark’s shoulder, which took a bit of feeling around.  

“I couldn’t break his heart.” Dark sighed softly. “This...is all so nice.”

“Wilford planned it all for you.”

“I know.”

Host pats his shoulder once more, then leaves Dark’s side. They were all gathered around the other side of the room where a table of multiple presents were stacked. Dark looked a little stunned at the pile. 

“He did this all for us?”

“I have never seen William bake a cake in my life.” 

“William is still as sweet as ever.”

For once, Dark agrees with the Seer and the Mayor. 

He leaves the cake to join the others at the gift pile.

The Entity is quiet. 

Wilford and the others are happy.

Dark is happy. 

the end 

here we are! the end! thank you for joining me on this short imagining of mine. i haven’t written much so im glad mark inspired me enough to get writing again. 

[feral-flower-child]

@markiderps wanted some cute headcanons so here we go

None of the Jims look alike except Weatherman Jim and Newsreporter Jim, they're twins. Everyone else are across all types of ethnicities and nationalities and most speak different languages. They communicate through THE JIMLISH. It makes for interesting family gatherings

No one knows who Yandere's Senpai is but she claims that he's out there waiting for her. One day Yandere comes home covered in blood and squeals because her Senpai did in fact notice her and was just shy. They went on a murderous rampage to celebrate their union and within the week they were hitched. They enjoyed their honeymoon by reenacting how they celebrated their love for one another the first time.

The Host is in charge of a book club and will often find the weirdest yet most interesting books for his fellow members to enjoy.

Dark and the Host speak over a dozen languages fluently each, and both of them know sign language though Host says it's one of the weirdest ways to speak. Dark knows the languages so he can manipulate anyone in any language without a translator

Dr. Iplier will never ever get enough tea. You'd think him a coffee drinker but no. That much caffeine isn't exactly healthy. Plus tea can be energizing or relaxing

Wilford loves to wear dresses. Loves to. Says that it's way more freeing than his pants. No one makes fun of it because the last person who did didn't get up. (Sorry this one got kinda angsty but oh well)

Silver Shepherd is colorblind, hence why he has his suit in silver. (Idk much about silver sorry)

Ed is surprisingly good at cooking. Not just meats like you'd expect, but also baking and finer meals and pasta and shit like that. If you tell him the name, he'll make it

Cannibim :)

No but seriously, Bim adores flowers. A D O R E S them. He has his own little garden and could spend all day with his precious plants.

he's also a cannibal and a reincarnation of Damien

Google hasn't destroyed humanity yet because he's fascinated with it. He may not say so, but humanity is so marvelous and interesting and fascinating that he can't help but go against his objective. Or at least, he'll make up excuses and find glitches in his own programming so he can continue to watch and marvel at us.