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Space is So Cool Ch. 2: To the Moon and Home Again

Summary: Inspired by “In Space with Markiplier” Part 2. Yancy gets to meet a couple of the new Egos.

A/N: Visitation Day and celebrating part 2 of “In Space with Markiplier”.

Seen the name Murdock floating around for Murderipler so I’m going with that.

Chapters: 1, 2

It was strange, not being one of the newest Egos. Things were settling, the viewers were picking favorites, but new things were in motion.

The biggest problem was that Actor and Dark had both been given false scripts and Mark was still cackling about it. Actor had thrown a huge fit, and Dark had run off to break things and grumble in the Void.

A problem for literally everyone except for Wilford, because Wilford found everything hilarious. Yancy had been only around for two years, but he’d been able to get used to Dark’s mood swings.

But the project had passed, Yancy had played his part and the dust was settling.

It had been fun, at least until Actor strolled in with three of the new Egos, the Manor had yet to sort through and spit out any of the others but there was still time.

One was the Engineer. The other was the Egos’ newest resident murderer: Murdock. The third was Noir, he and the air around him was in shades of grey. Not too different from Dark.

Yancy had been in the living room, reading a book. Illinois was in the room as well on his computer researching something for his newest trip.

“And this is my Manor,” Actor gestured to himself. “Isn’t it amazing?”

“Y—” Engineer said before Dark suddenly appeared through some portal and attacked the Actor.

Engineer scrambled away to get away from the fight. It took Host, Google, Wilford, and Magnum to separate the two of them. Magnus had to hold Dark in a bear hug to keep him from attacking. Actor was glaring at Wilford who didn’t seem to be regarding him with any form of recognition.

Noir and Murdock both pulled out weapons but didn’t attack yet.

“Now Dark, you can’t just attack guests, we’ve talked about the art of hospitality,” Wilford said before flipping his butterfly knife out. “You say hello first.”

Then he went to stab Actor, who pulled back, erupting into a puff of black smoke.

“I’ll stay hello when I strangle him,” Dark promised.

“I don’t even know why you’re so upset,” Actor said. “You and I were there for the same amount of time.”

Dark glared at him, one of his echoes snapping at the Actor while the original stayed locked in Magnum’s arms. It made Actor shoot back to avoid getting his head cut off.

“So angry,” Actor smiled, walking away. Then he slapped Engineer on the shoulder as he disappeared in a puff of black smoke. “Well, that’s your problem now, kid.”

Dark glared at Engineer.

“Yancy should take the Engineer away from the Entity,” the Host warned. “Before the Entity attacks him.”

“Good idea,” Wilford smiled. “Old Darkling and I will talk for a bit and he’ll be right as rain in a moment.”

“Fuck you!” Dark shouted at Wilford.

“Later, sweetheart,” Wilford winked, and Dark only seemed to get angrier.

Wilford was cackling in laughter as Yancy pushed Engineer out of the room. Bim was watching them from the top of the stairs but he didn’t say anything as they walked out to the balcony patio.

“He gonna[1] be okay?” Engineer asked, gesturing with his thumb back inside the house.

“Yeah, he’s a little,” Yancy said, gesturing with his hand. “Give ‘im[2] a bit. He’ll come around. Maybe.”

“Helpful,” Engineer said. “Were you on the ship? I think I saw you on the ship.”

“Maybe,” Yancy shrugged. “I’s didn’t see youse, just Y/N. We’s had one hell’uva blast, though.”[3]

“Well, I remember the other guy telling me I’ll probably randomly go back to my ship, and then just appear here. As long as the ship’s okay then I’m sure it’s fine.”

“Yeah, it’s a bit weird but youse[4] are gonna[1] fit right in, don’t worry ‘bout[5] it,” Yancy told him.

Engineer looked over the place, “Nice place.”

“Youse[4] wanna tour?” Yancy offered. “King gave me a tour ‘a[6] the place when I’s[7] showed up.”

“Which one’s that?” Engineer asked as he followed Yancy back to the door.

“The one with all the squirrels. If you hear screamin’[8] in the middle ‘a[6] the night, it’s prolly[9] him,” Yancy said as he walked back in. There was another fight going on, but it wasn’t Dark this time.

The Entity was gone, probably back to his office was Yancy’s only guess. Noir was over with Illinois, looking at something on his computer, only occasionally glancing around the room. But Bim was yelling at Murdock.

“Keep him away from my knives and I won’t take his teeth,” Bim threatened as Wilford separated them.

“Just try it, pretty boy,” Murdock smiled. “Obviously you’re all looks anyways.”

“Now boys,” Wilford held a hand up, trying to keep one hand close to Bim and his martini pointed at Murdock. “You’re not sharing the same room. Everyone just get a nice drink and calm down.”

“I don’t want to calm down, I want this fucker in the ground,” Bim said.

“Change!” Wilford yelled and suddenly Engineer felt dizzy. He’d switched places with Murdock and was standing next to Wilford and a still angry Bim.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep you,” Wilford smiled at Yancy, waving his hands and suddenly Yancy and Murdock were elsewhere in the house.

“Fancy,” Murdock looked around. They were on the second floor. “He the only one who can do that?”

“Happens ta e’eryone,”[10] Yancy said.

“Interesting,” Murdock said.

“Youse[4] wanna tour?” Yancy offered. “I’ll go an’ see ‘bout the other guys. If youse wanna sit tight?”[11]

“Sure,” Murdock shrugged.

Yancy was able to get away and slip back downstairs to get Engineer and Noir. Illinois even accompanied them on the tour. It felt nice after the fights, trying to help the new Egos settle in.

Just like had been done for Yancy not too long ago.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Accessibility Translations:

1. going to

2. him

3. I didn’t see you, just Y/N. We had one hell of a blast, though.

4. you

5. about

6. of

7. I

8. screaming

9. probably

10. Happens to everyone

11. I’ll go and see about the other guys. If you want to sit tight?

[gotta-big-ego]

It's obviously not perfect, BUT I hope you like it anyway!! ^^

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lovable-but-psychotic !!!! 🎉🎊🥳

You're an awesome friend and you deserve the world!!! ♡♡♡♡

I hope you have a fun day! 😄

[foxtamer113]

Darkstache napping ^w^ 😴

[ms-sakurai]

“His lips are devil red And his skin's the color of mocha He will wear you out Livin' la vida loca He’s livin la vida loca

Once you've had a taste of him You'll never be the same Yeah, he'll make you go insane

He'll make you live his crazy life But he'll take away your pain Like a bullet to your brain”

-Darks thoughts regarding Wilford probably (The songs name is Livin La Vida Loca and I’m aware that I changed the pronouns from she to him to fit it better)

I drew this because I heard that song and I was like yeah this is about Wil probably from Darks perspective. Because although to outsiders it seems that Dark is in control of everything, it’s actually Wilfords doings that spur him into action, and he’s kind of addicted to the unpredictability of Wil.

(I just realized after I started drawing this that Mark actually hums/sings/(how is it called what he does there??) this in one of the segments of Markiplier TV)

[clairence-draws]

So, I save screenshots of drawing ideas/prompts on my phone for when I have some free time (there are so many and I find more everyday 😅) and I found this gem. It is by @anchor-in-a-storm and I found it through @damien-iplier 👍🏻 this was too much to draw lol I imagine dark and Wilford prank each other a lot

[redraspberrycats]

So @crankigay tagged me to post my phone background (yes ik I’m trash not sorry, I liked this ship even before wkm came out so,, *sticks out tongue) tbh not sure why he interacts with me as I’m a weird awkward person but… Ye

I have absolutely no idea who to tag, so… *Shrugs* @lum1natrix @reverseblackholeofwords @thekpopphan you guys ig

[wilfywarfy]

@ Darkstache shippers:

Don't imagine Wilford coming up behind Dark and hugging him from behind, swaying from side to side, Wil nuzzling Darks neck. Don't imagine their song playing in the background as the world fades around them, leaving just them together, holding each other close. Don't imagine Wilford whispering his sweet, sappy flirts that make Dark roll his eyes lovingly. And don't imagine the two not having to say anything at all, as they already know that the other loves them more than life itself.

[splatteredfandoms523]

For the Nostalgia of it all

(Hello, yes I'm still here, and random inspiration struck, so have some Darkstache! - Rain)

Dark had looked everywhere and he was starting to give up on ever finding William, Wilford, whatever name he was using now. He shed names faster than he could learn them. But there was one place left he hadn't checked, the one place he never wanted to go back to.

Wilford had been partying in clubs and playing with wormholes and getting caught in the madness and chaos of the multiverse, but he always knew that someone was missing. Damien, Dark, whatever he was now, since nothing made sense, there wasn't any use in trying to make him make sense. But it didn't matter what Dark was, Wilford knew he needed to find him. So, after popping through a couple wormholes, he ended up back where it all began.

Dark made it there first in a crisp white suit, black dress shirt and silver tie, black hair slicked back nicely, but not the same as Damien. He paced the manor in an uneasy fashion after cleaning up what he could, like mirror shards in the foyer, but then he settled in the living room and found a box of record by their player. He put one on that he thought Wilford would recognize, as if the music would bring him here. So he waited for a time with the records spinning in the background.

The record was just changed as Wilford pops in from a pink wormhole smelling of cotton candy, and he grins, sobering himself and normally jubilant nature to just take in his old friend as they hear It's Been a Long, Long Time.

Neither of them breathe for a moment before soft smiles are offered, and Wilford opens his arms as they hug.

They hold the hug for a time before Wilford uses a little magic to put the song on repeat and he finally speaks with the song.

"It's been a long, long time, old friend."

"That it has, that it has. I knew you'd come back here."

"Well, there are only so many places I would be! But say, what do they call you now?"

"Dark, they call me Dark. And what name have you finally settled on?"

"Well, my name is Wilford Warfstache, and I interview people on my show Warfstache tonight!"

A laugh, "You've changed quite a bit, but you've never lost your charm, Wilford."

A smile and a blush, "Well, I'd hope I haven't lost my charm. But you haven't either, Dark."

His eyes soften at that and he chuckles sadly almost, "It really has been so long. But you wouldn't ever consider accompanying me on a date, would you? I loved you as William, and I love you as Wilford. Will you give me a chance?"

A happy kiss full of relief, "Oh Darky, I thought you'd never ask! Where should we go?"

A chuckle again and a sigh of relief, "How about a dance and then dinner? I can treat us....."

A jubilant grin, "Of course, Darky! But I get to pay next time"

"Deal, my love," The dance starts when the song starts over and they dance for as long as their hearts please as time meant nothing here. Time hardly did mean anything anymore. Especially as they kissed again under the stars and it felt like time stood still for the nostalgia of it all.

@iamvegorott (Here's what my ask what about!)

[aronix-spade]

I gave up on the background. But here is a batjokes art of Darkstache <3

[natti930]

markiplier tv and the alter egos!

the colors are so poor sorry for that and the background i didn’t have too much time :0

store  twitter  deviant art

Also @markired does dis look great ?

[inkribbon796]

My Favorite Human Ch. 2: I Want YOU in This Custody Fight

Summary: It’s not a date if you argue about the kids in front of the restaurant staff.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

Chase tried to dress nice when he came to this building. It was one of the fancier restaurants under Dark’s control. He didn’t have a whole lot of nice suits but he did have a white button-up and a black vest. But that was as far as he got.

Dark never seemed to mind either way. After all this was strictly business. They’d talk about the twins, and then Chase would leave. The Entity would offer for Chase to order something from the menu, “on me”, and the marksman would always turn him down, even before he first glanced at the menu.

After he’d seen the menu he was determined to never order anything from this place because it was way too much for anything.

But the view . . . the view was amazing. The restaurant was situated by the river and so at night it looked amazing. Dark was always in a private business room, to make sure their conversations couldn’t be easily overheard by errant patrons.

As Chase walked up, sans superhero outfit or mask because he didn’t want his meetings with Dark getting on the news at all, a waiter led him right to Dark.

When Chase walked in he had his usual crisis, his feet stopping and a weight settling in his heart. Dark had his back to him as he looked out into the city.

Chase got his feet to work and he took his usual seat.

Dark sighed when Chase sat down, “I heard what happened.”

“Mori and Tempus think he’s better now, least he’s not runnin’[1] around naked in the woods anymore,” Chase reported. “I think Mem got most ‘a[2] it out ‘a[2] his system.”

Dark clicked his tongue. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him, at least the others don’t have to be watched so some random hiker wouldn’t get attacked.”

That got a chuckle out of Chase, settling a bit in his chair. “Really? I find that hard ta[3] believe.”

“Arthur was a bit of a handful but at least he could be contained to his books. He didn’t actively seek to become chaos itself.” Dark’s fingers drummed casually on his desk.

“Prolly[4] could have cut him off beforehand if I hadn’t been on patrol this mornin’[5],” Chase’s eyes tracked over as a waiter came in to bring some wine for Dark and a water for Chase, he was braced for a random attack. It was mostly out of habit — because of Clubs — but still trained all the same.

Dark’s aura circled around the rim of his wine glass. “Yes, Illinois commented the same.”

The Entity’s aura hummed as he thought, he twisted the base of glass with two fingers. “I was thinking that perhaps the problem is not that they need constant supervision, it’s merely that they’re bored and they do the first thing that comes to mind.”

“Not sure how I can help with that ta[3] be honest,” Chase admitted.

Dark paused to take an especially long sip of his wine. “It has occurred to me that perhaps if they spend a bit long thinking about the ideas they have that maybe they would make wiser decisions. They are very young spawnlings, and there is a certain impulse that such young demons only have when they have never been threatened and feel safe in a territory.”

“Really?” Chase smiled. “Yeh[6] were impulsive back in the day? Would’a[7] loved ta[3] see that.”

Looking away, Dark took another sip, “No, I made Egoton into what it is today so I would not have to waste my time finding a new territory every couple of decades.”

The smile didn’t fade from Chase’s face quite yet. “So yeh[6] got any plans fer[8] the twins, err, boys.”

At that mistake, the smile did drop and Chase was glaring out the window for a full second or two. “Yeh[6] got any plans fer[8] the boys?”

“A couple,” Dark mercifully ignored the slip up. “My first option was to just stick them with Illinois, he’s more than mentally equipped to corral chaotic spawnlings. But with the wedding coming up, I figured . . .”

Dark trailed off, waving his hand dismissively, “Best not to leave the responsibility with Illinois.”

Chase felt the urge to say something, but he didn’t even know what that something was, so he kept quiet. He preoccupied himself with wiping down the condensate from his glass.

“Tempus is fine on her own, but if I leave her to them, she’d only mildly protest at whatever they do and then record them, and Wil only seems to enable their destructive behavior,” Dark continued.

“Hmph, that’s Bubbles fer[8] yeh[6],” Chase dismissed coldly. “I think he might e’en be givin’ ‘em ideas.”[9]

“Oh, of that I have no doubt,” Dark agreed, “Tempus too, a couple of their more harebrained stunts have actually been her idea, despite Memento’s insistence that he’s the brains of their operation.”

That got a chuckle out of Chase.

“But that still leaves me with a problem, namely that apart from Illinois or myself there seems to be only one other person who can reason with them, or at least enough that they don’t get themselves into legal trouble. Their minor antics are fine, especially if they can confine it to the Manor, but running around the parks or beaches is getting them into trouble, and getting them noticed by demon hunters.”

“Yikes, didn’t know it was that bad yet,” Chase sat up a little straighter.

“It’s nothing that can’t be handled, but I was thinking, and Kay and Illinois posed the idea themselves, that you could help,” Dark proposed, his expression neutral and guarded. “Since you seem to be the only other person they listen to.”

Chase was quiet, the room was so quiet that he could dimly hear chatter from the other room. He wasn’t exactly sure where this conversation was going. “I’m tryin’ ta watch ‘em, but I still got patrols ta keep up with. I’ve got ta deal with random bullshite that the Duke or Anti cause in the city. I’m still part ‘a the Coalition.”[10]

“The heroes have more than enough people to deal with them,” Dark dismissed.

“Dark, I’ll keep doin’ e’erythin’ I can fer the boys, but I’m tryin’ ta stay on good behavior,”[11] Chase reminded him. “It’s bad enough they’re barely lettin’ me see my other kids, I don’t know what they’d do if I wasn’t bein’ a hero. It’s the only thin’ I got goin’ fer me.”[12]

Dark meant to be reassuring, that Chase was a natural parental figure underneath his poor mental health and self-incriminating bad choices. That they’d made a mistake when Chase was denied his children. But such words required a certain amount of emotional vulnerability from Dark, and the Entity could never allow himself to be vulnerable, even when it was desperately needed.

So the words that came out of his mouth were, “I could make sure there were no problems.”

Chase froze, staring at Dark in alarm. Normally his head and heart were at war. Between wanting to treat Dark like a dearly loved friend, and his head who reminded Chase that Dark was a dangerous, demonic mob boss. Someone who destroyed lives that didn’t suit him.

At this moment there was no discourse.

“What does that mean?” Chase’s tone was terse.

“I don’t see why anyone should have a problem with you seeing any of your children, Anti has not used you as a host in months. He has not targeted you in even longer. The correct people merely need . . . convincing.”

“No!” Chase snapped, surging up so he was away from the table. “Don’t! Just stop right there. Yer not gonna threaten or “convince” anyone. Stacy’s fine. She’s doin’ fine with ‘em. If yeh could get yer fookin’ claws outta Paddy that’d be e’en better.”[13]

“Your eldest has his own goals and if he wants to achieve it through my Network, I see no reason to stop him,” Dark dismissed. “He is an expert marksman who’s time and skill were being squandered on running around with other delinquents pretending to be gangsters. Crime and trouble would have found him if I hadn’t swept in and taken him.”

Chase made some ugly snort that carried his disbelief and offense.

“The four of them are already embroiled in the Network, it would certainly make things simpler,” Dark suggested, immediately doubling down on his point.

“Simpler?” Chase scoffed. “Fer who? I’m not gonna fookin’ sit on my arse until they do somethin’, it’s not like I’ve got anythin’ useful fer yer little crime organization.”[14]

Dark gave Chase a look.

Chase just stared at the Entity in alarm, “No.”

“You denying the very nature of your magic and soul doesn’t make it any less true,” Dark commented, metaphorically shoving his foot right into his mouth.

“No,” Chase repeated a little more firmly. “Fook[15] off.”

“The heroes have had a top marksman for years and yet you are sidelined constantly,” Dark commented. “Even if you’re not killing in my Network your skills would be more useful. You don’t even have to be in the room to do the job.”

“So that’s what this is?” Chase spat. “I’m just some asset fer yeh ta buy?”[16]

In the absence of anything that wasn’t an emotionally charged response, Dark fell silent.

Chase threw his hands up, so angry that there was a very furious grin where teeth ground together, “No. We’ll keep the system we got, it’s workin’[17] just fine.”

The marksman was boiling with rage and it didn’t help that Dark wasn’t confirming or denying it.

“Enjoy yer[18] overpriced steak, Dark, I’m goin’[19] home,” Chase decided, alright turning.

Dark stayed quiet, and when Chase looked back at him he let out a groan of annoyance and stormed off and out of the building.

The Entity didn’t stop him, he was too busy tending to his blue soul who was trying to follow Chase but was stopped because Dark was staying in his seat.

“He’s angry,” Damien commented in their shared headspace, his fragmented soul full of nothing but emotion and none of the social cues that kept those emotions from being acted on. “What did I do?”

“He’s a human, it’s all they do,” Dark’s red soul commented dryly. She was already wanting to leave, fretting about the mountain of work they needed to do.

“We can give him things,” Damien suggested hopefully, looking to Dark for approval.

Why? Dark asked. Is he the man we’ve been sleeping with for decades? Because I seem to remember someone a little more pink and mad. Or am I wrong?

Dark’s blue soul curled in on himself and stopped pulling the Entity to follow after Chase. He was more subdued than he’d been in a while.

It let Dark finally leave and head back to the warehouses to get some work done. And if Damien urged Dark to give little macabre trinkets to the triplets, he only hesitated for a little bit.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post A/N: Man, if Dark and Anti were half as good at communicating as they were at killing people, all their problems would be solved!

Accessibility Translations:

1. running

2. of

3. to

4. Probably

5. morning

6. You

7. Would have

8. for

9. I think he might even be giving them ideas.

10. I’m trying to watch them, but I’ve still got patrols to keep up with. I’ve got to deal with random bullshit that the Duke or Anti cause in the city. I’m still part of the Coalition.

11. Dark, I’ll keep doing everything I can for the boys, but I’m trying to stay on good behavior

12. It’s bad enough they’re barely letting me see my other kids, I don’t know what they’d do if I wasn’t being a hero. It’s the only thing I got going for me

13. Don’t! Just stop right there. You’re not going to threaten or “convince” anyone. Stacy’s fine. She’s doing fine with them. If you could get your fucking claws out of Paddy that’d be even better.

14. For who? I’m not going to fucking sit on my ass until they do something, it’s not like I’ve got anything useful for your little crime organization.

15. Fuck

16. I’m just some asset for you to buy?

17. working

18. your

19. going

[smiledog15578]

Forgive me for this but- Darkstache taking care of baby yan, there’s kids shows going on in the background. While the two of them take care of yan they respond to the questions the tv characters ask. Yan thinks it’s funny. (Idk man my brain went ooh a thought)

THATS SO CUTE🥺 also if y’all have any more Darkstache related questions I think it’s time to self promote that my shipping blog is @darkstachie 😳 so I stay undetected by Mark

[foxtamer113]

Casual Darkstache Holding Hands :D - I always wanted to draw Dark in a sweater :D

[gottawriteanegoortwo]

Darkstache Week Day Six: Dinner

Days: 1, 2 , 3, 4 , 5, 6

Wilford can cook. Dark cannot, and hopes he can get out of the kitchen unscathed by the time the meal for their guests is ready.

Word Count: 733

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It was a rare situation to see Dark look so unsure about doing something. It had been easy to agree to help Wilford prepare dinner for guests, but it was much more daunting to be in the kitchen as they finished washing their hands to get to work.

Wilford was known to be an easy-going man who would ‘go with the flow’. If accidents happened, they happened. No big deal. That changed in the kitchen. Cooking was a skill Wilford had developed to the point of being a tall terror once the food was out. Dark suspected it was a repressed memory of his time at war, when food in the trenches would be nothing more than rationed scraps, and William vowing he would learn how to cook once he returned home. Because of this, it was the one area Wilford was a perfectionist about. Everything had to be perfect, especially with guests.

But while Dark ate meals with his partner, he rarely cooked anymore. He’d have to be careful.

“Hey, there’s no need ta look at me like I’ve walked outta some horror movie.” Like a shark smelling blood, Wilford had caught the scent of Dark’s unease. “It’s only a few simple jobs I have fer ya. An’ anyway, it’s only a hearty stew. Most of th’ cookin’ time is lettin’ it cook.”

‘Only’ a hearty stew. Wilford said it like it wasn’t his signature dish. Dark grimaced once Wilford turned his back to gather the utensils. There were horror stories of those who had tried helping Wilford in the staff kitchen when he’d offer to cook lunch. Bing nearly short-circuited after a knife Wilford threw cut his arm. Host discovered Yandereplier using a spatula and a wooden spoon to protect themselves from a spoiled carrot that was thrown at them. It wasn’t that Wilford was a terror in the kitchen, it was more that he had high expectations for everyone, including himself.

‘Good food means good times’. It was something Wilford insisted in one of his more somber moments. Maybe that was the approach Dark needed to take. Since he was still relearning the basics of cooking, Wilford might not be so harsh on him. By the time Wilford passed over the vegetable to peel, Dark was feeling a lot calmer about his situation.

The quiet hum of the radio was the only background noise as the pair worked on their different tasks. Dark was being meticulous with the peeler, but he was painfully aware that he was working very slowly. He could feel Wilford watching his every move, and his peripheral vision seemed to prove this. The truth would not be revealed as Wilford instead added the next ingredients to the large pot and stirred it.

Dark finally finished preparing his vegetables, which meant he needed to start chopping them into slices. He halved the first carrot and began slicing, only to fumble.

“Problem?” In a blink, Wilford was looming over his shoulder. The entity maintained a cool composure and shook his head.

“Timed it wrong,” he lied. Dark was always too proud to admit his mistakes.

“Liar.” Dark squinted, tilting his head to glare at Wilford following that sharp response. Wilford’s expression was steeled at first, but quickly softened to reveal a smile. “It’s okay if ya dunno what yer doin’.”

“However, you have an expectation.”

“Not from someone who’s learnin’. C’mere, lemme help.” Wilford, taking advantage of his height, stood behind Dark and placed his warm hands over the entity’s cold ones. “Th’ trick is ta hold yer knife like -”

“Wilford. You’re avoiding my point.” Only that Wilford was so close, Dark would have stepped back. Their closeness meant that Wilford could kiss Dark on the cheek.

“If ya told me ya were very good at cookin’ an’ lied, or can’t follow simple instructions, then I’d be strict. But it’s not fair ta be that stern when yer new to this. Y’d never learn that way.” Wilford leaned forward just enough to try and gauge Dark’s response. When nothing was said, he smiled and pulled back just enough to rest his chin on Dark’s shoulder. “An’ anyway, I get ta teach you fer a change. Can’t say that happens too often, eh?”

“No, I suppose it doesn’t.” With his worries defeated with an honest explanation, Dark pressed back against Wilford as a masterclass on successfully chopping vegetables began.

[lostcybertronian]

14 and 41 with Bim/google

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Prompt 14/41: “I made a mistake.” / “I’m not drunk enough for this.”

    He was a machine; with cutting-edge systems so finely tuned it was mathematically impossible for him to make a mistake, Blue was the epitome of efficiency and superiority. 

    Then why was he so distracted? He could hardly concentrate on the tasks in front of him-- editing Wilford’s latest episode of Warfstache Tonight-- even with the background noise he’d installed at the recommendation of a quick Google search, it was like his processors were too swamped with data to be able to input anything new.

    He supposed it didn’t help that the chosen background noise-- well, not chosen exactly, since it was the only thing airing on the facility channel at the moment-- was none other than Hire My Ass, filmed live in the studio. Bim’s voice was vibrant, and, as always, he looked impeccable. Not at all like he’d broken up with Blue that morning. Not at all like he’d proven Blue was superior in all things but one: relationships with others.

    The knock at his door had him alert once more and moving to check his security system. Before he could pull the camera up, however, a bedraggled “Blue?” drifted through the door, removing the need for him to check the visual feed. He would know that voice anywhere. 

    He got up, leaving his work, and crossed to the door, feeling like every move was mechanical. Automated. Robotic beyond his machinery.

    “Mr. Trimmer.” His greeting was formal, but Bim was anything but; his tie was loose and hung around his neck, and his hair was askew, black curls springing loose from what had to be gel from the previous night. To top it all off, his cheeks were flushed with drink, and Blue’s sensors told him Bim’s blood alcohol level was at least zero-point-one percent.

    It took him less than a second to process this, but it was enough time for Bim to demand, “Blue? Hello?”

    “I thought you were filming.” Hire My Ass was still playing on his internal speakers, with its handsome, charismatic host at the helm, looking far different than the drunken wreck who stood in front of him now. 

    Bim snorted. “All prerecorded,” he said, words tripping over themselves, words half-slurred. “Ever since the incident. All of it’s prerecorded now.”

    “I see-”

    “I made a mistake.” Bim said abruptly, voice wavering. He swayed on his feet, managed to compose himself, and rubbed at his forehead. “I’m not drunk enough for this,” he muttered, before finally raising his eyes to Blue again. “I made a mistake. I-I-I need-”

    Blue arched an eyebrow. “You need to lie down.”

    “I need you.” Bim was crying now, fat tears tracking down his face, dripping off his chin. “I-”

    With a loud sigh that sounded more like a Macbook starting up, Blue took his arm and started dragging him down the hall. “I doubt the truthfulness of your statements. If you truly feel you need me, we can talk when your blood alcohol level is lower than point-oh-eight percent.”

    Bim sniffled, but didn’t reply, only leaned into Blue’s touch as the android escorted him toward his room.

[starryvioletnight]

Time for Tea

Summary: Damien and Celine have some sibling bonding time, which takes place in Dark's head right before they switch control. Darkstache implied Enjoy~

Dark stretches as he gets up from the dinner table. Cracking noises echo through the room, going down his spine. Wilford looks up as he does, no longer alarmed by the sounds. "Leaving before dessert, Darkipoo?" He hums.

"Mhm." Dark nods. "I think I'll sleep tonight."

"Revolutionary idea." Wilford rolls his eyes, and he's smiling. "You know, even if you don't need it every night, I think you should. You're always in a better mood in the morning."

"Sure, sure. Goodnight, Wil." Dark sends a half hearted wave his way.

He trudges to his room, and runs a hand down his face. He doesn't feel tired, he never does. Resting isn't for his benefit, but the benefit of the two souls contained in him.

He changes into something comfortable, and lays himself down, bundling up in his blankets to be warm and snug. He closes his eyes, and after a long moment, finds himself asleep.

-

Damien wakes up laying on the floor of a large greenhouse. He's wearing a green tweed suit, a sunflower pinned to his lapel. The air around him warm, floral scented. He smiles, feeling almost serene. He walks through the green house, taking in the sight of the several differently colored flowers.

He comes across a table set up for tea. Damien pours himself a glass and adds two sugars.

"Room for two?"

He looks up to see his sister, wearing a sunflower print dress, the sunflowers set against a black background. She has a daisy flower crown in her hair.

"Of course." Damien smiles. "Have a seat." He takes one himself, watching as she sits. She pours herself a cup, and he sips his own. "So...

"So." Celine looks around. "This is a cozy setting. Is it becoming spring?"

"Just the opposite, it's fall." Damien smiles. "It's making me yearn for warmer weather though."

"You always did like watching the flowers bloom." Celine notes. "Fall... how are things? Anything I should know?"

"There's a meeting next Thursday, and Wil..." Damien clears his throat. "Wil's definitely become interested in... us. Me. You. I don't know how to word it."

Celine looks surprised. "He is? Huh... What should we do about that?"

"I mean..." Damien sips his tea. "I'd... I'd like to take it further. But you get a say in this too."

"It might be awkward." Celine warns. "The going back and forth every few months while dating. We'll have to keep extensive notes, maybe keep a journal?"

Damien perks up. "You mean it Celine?"

"I do." She nods, smiling when she sees her brother's happy face. "I miss the intimacy... and after years of this back and forth, I think we've earned it."

Through the rest of the night the two exchange idle chit chat, little notes about what they've been up to. But eventually a clock chimes, indicating eight AM.

"It's time." Damien sighs. "I guess it's my turn to get some rest."

"It is." Celine smiles. "I'll see you in a few months. Next time I'm picking the setting." She teases.

"Sure." He rolls his eyes. "Don't ask Wilford out. I want to."

"Fine, but if he asks me directly I'm saying yes." Celine counters.

"Fine." Damien rolls his eyes. Then pauses. "Love you Celine."

A soft smile graces her features. "Love you too Damien. Sweet dreams."

-

The sunlight is bright as Dark opens his eyes. He grumbles, vision a little blurry as he wakes up. He sits up, popping his neck as he moves. He feels... relieved. Happy, refreshed. Rested. He smiles to himself. It's nice to be awake.