#danti's there too

[art-is-kayos]

Oh, trusted advisor.

[iamvegorott]

Like last year ima try and do your writing prompts for Danti!

And yes while re-reading this I realized anti was supposed to be holding dark but yknow I was already half way done so yeah🥲! Looking forward to the upcoming fics with these two! ❤️

LOOK AT THEM!!! <3

They're so cute! Anti got his cuddles!

I love this so much!!!

I am already so excited to see the other drawings!

[sevicia]

at my work we have questions of the week and this week is favorite horror movie and someone put the terrifier franchise and it made me think of you. i think they also put a few older movies too idk if they're any of your favorites tho

YAYYYY TERRIFIER MENTIONED 🔥🔥😇💯👹👹💯👹💯🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️ I think my fave in the Older category is Hellraiser I love Clive Barker. and his Barkerlings (Cenobites) .....

[askaceattorney]

Dear Anonymous,

There are many holes in this argument. First off, not every woman is motherly. There is just as much chance for a lady to commit murder as a man, even beautiful frauleins. Just as ladies may have motherly instincts, men also have fatherly ones that are just as powerful. 

The second is that gender does not lessen their chances to kill. So long as the motivation exists, they will do it regardless of their gender. 

If your logic truly held up, this fraulein wouldn’t exist.

- Klavier Gavin

[lesbianzackfair]

DANTE SAVE ME

[iamfruitie]

Kinktober 2024 Day 13

Edging - Danti

Anti giggled as he looked up at his restraints, some braided ropes wrapped around his wrists and tied to the bed frame. There wasn’t much worry about the restraints being too strong since Anti could break the frame to free himself in case of an emergency. 

“Hey, handsome~” Anti giggled some more, spreading his legs as Dark knelt between them. His eyes traveled along Dark’s chest, stomach, and arms. 

Yes, Dark was attractive, but he was also fascinating. The scar-like markings on his body reminded Anti of shattered glass, and their feel had that almost cooling touch as well. Dark was always cold, and Anti was always hot, and it worked out in their favor. 

“Are you still good with me doing anything that I want?” Dark asked, trailing his fingers up Anti’s body, letting them linger against the bare skin. While Dark was without a shirt, Anti was fully without clothing. He had laid on the bed naked, waiting for Dark and letting it be known right away that he was in a mood. 

“Use me, Darky.” Anti licked at the corner of his lips, arching up into Dark’s hand when it brushed against his chest. 

“Gladly.” Dark chuckled and caught Anti in a kiss, humming when it turned messy fast. 

Anti wasn’t known for patience, so it wasn’t shocking when he was already nipping at Dark’s lips and moving his tongue like he was trying to taste the entirety of his mouth. Dark placed a hand behind Anti’s head, taking hold of his hair and getting him to turn his head so he could return the kiss. A little tug on the hair got Anti to inhale sharply, and Dark used that moment to take over the kiss, reminding Anti he was in charge for the night.

“I love it when you get rough~” Anti chuckled.

“Just you wait.” Dark dipped his head down, scraping his teeth against Anti’s neck, pressing down harder on the scarred skin. Anti let out a shaky breath, hips rocking as Dark’s hand went down and squeezed his inner thigh. 

“I’m not good at waiting.” Anti tilted his head to show off more of his neck for Dark to bite at. 

“I know, and we’re going to work on it.” Dark grinned.

“That fuck’s that supposed to mean?” Anti didn’t get an answer and forgot his question as soon as Dark’s hand was around his cock. Dark took advantage of that distraction and pumped his hand much faster than Anti was expecting. “Holy hell, Dark,” Anti grunted, bucking into the hand, and was again surprised that Dark allowed him. There was a good chance something was getting planned, but he’d care about that later since he was enjoying chasing the pleasure. 

“Does that feel good?” Dark asked, lowering his bites to suck a mark onto Anti’s collarbone. 

“Yeah~” Anti breathed out his answer, closing his eyes and loving how it looked like Dark was going to let him cum as soon as possible. He was definitely okay with that. Dark chuckled and watched Anti’s body, having learned a few times from their many times together in bed, and when he noticed the shift in Anti’s breathing, he pulled his hand away. “Ah, fuck! Dark!” Anti cursed loudly in protest. “I was so close!” 

“We’re learning how to wait, remember?” Dark had an evil glint in his eyes as he sat back up.

“You mother fucker.” Anti grumbled.

“You can always use the safe word if it’s too much.” 

“I know.” 

“You’re adorable when you pout.” Dark teased as he went down to his stomach, putting Anti’s thighs on his shoulders. 

“I’m not, and I don’t.” Anti continued ‘not pouting’. 

“Whatever you say, dove.” Dark winked before casually popping the head of Anti���s cock into his mouth, tasting the precum as he rolled his tongue around. Anti whined and tugged on the ropes. 

“Dark.” Anti groaned, crossing his ankles and trying to pull Dark down, wanting, no, needing to feel that warm, wet mouth around all of him. 

Dark squeezed Anti’s thighs and let out a deep breath, relaxing his jaw and throat and taking more and more of the cock into his mouth. The low moan of approval told Dark he was doing well, and he began slowly bobbing his head, taking his time to go down as far as he could and hollowing his cheeks at the top. Anti looked down at Dark, and the sight alone got another moan to come out of him. Dark’s lips were stretched out fully, a dusting of a darker shade of gray across his cheeks, and the way his pupils were blown wide with lust was a lot for one glitch to handle. 

“Fuck you!” Antu blurted out when Dark moved away, cutting him short of cumming again. 

“We’ll get to that point soon.” Dark chuckled. “You are so impatient.” He teased, a part of his shadow shifting and becoming a tendril. The tendril slipped into the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube. The only one who knew Dark would use his abilities in the bed was Anti, and thankfully, Anti seemed to like having this secret since he’s yet to brag about it to the others, or at least whoever he has told wasn’t one to spread that info around. 

“That’s what you love about me.” Anti almost purred as Dark shifted back up to his knees and popped open the lube bottle. 

“I also love that voice of yours,” Dark stated as he coated his fingers with the slick substance. “Maybe if you ask me kindly, I’ll stop my game a little early and let you cum this time.” 

“You’re asking me to beg?” Anti scoffed, moving his legs as Dark put his hand between them. 

“It doesn’t have to be a beg beg, but a please would be so lovely.” Dark rubbed his finger against Anti, getting the other to shiver from the cold feeling.

“Maybe.” Anti rolled his hips, trying to encourage Dark to just do it already. 

“I’m sure you can handle that much.” Dark followed the silent ask and pushed a finger in. He caught Anti in a kiss and, before he could be told to, added a second finger and curled them. Anti groaned against Dark’s lips. While edging made him pouty, he had to admit the sensitivity that started kicking in with it was pretty fun. He tried to match his hips to how Dark was thrusting his hand. Oh yeah, that sensitivity was fucking amazing. 

“Faster,” Anti demanded, feeling the ropes rubbing against his wrists as he squirmed. “Fuck~” He moaned when a third was pushed in, and he was now getting properly fucked by Dark’s fingers. “Like that, like that, Dark~” 

“You’re getting close again, aren’t you?” Dark asked, only getting a new moan in response. “Do you want to cum or am I stopping again?” 

“Keep going, keep going.” Anti panted. 

“You know what to say.” Dark sang the last word, having his own fun with this. 

“Come on,” Anti whined, and it became a whimper when Dark started slowing his hand. “Please.”

“What was that?” Dark pressed for more.  

“Please.” The flush on Anti’s face that was from the pleasure deepened with embarrassment.

“One more time.” Dark started moving his hand and fingers faster.

“Shit-please. I want to cum, please.” Anti spoke the words quickly, pulling on the ropes, and the bedframe creaked a little. 

“Good boy.” Dark praised and bit down on Anti’s chest, not shocked when that was enough to send Anti over the edge. 

“Dark!” Anti cried out, cumming hard and making the frame creak louder. 

“We might want to rethink how we play with restraints.” Dark chuckled. 

[a-proto-anon]

Just so you know you just unleashed the lithuanian ďemon thats been wanting to show my fav lithuanian songs

Idk hwo to comentate on stuff much so these are just my opinions on them

My favorite song of all time defiently Depozito by the black biceps!! Sadly i do not think its on Spotify so i gatta get it from youtube

Its a parody of despacito and its a BANGER. Love it

A second song that i absolutely LOVE is Švęsim Kalėdas kartu!! Ofocurse it is a christmas song būt i simply do not giev a FUCK and i listen to it all year round

If you understand lithuanian even a lil bit please listen to it it is AMAZING.

Another song is Robinzonas!

My brother has somehing to do with it to the point where it has just become a joke among so many people to the point where i even find it hilarious lol. Mostly the reason why its up here

My top two song is trys milijonai

I literaly cannot out into words on how much i love this song. Its a banger and if you dont like it you dont only have beef with me būt with half of my family

Ofcourse this wouldnt be a good lithuanian songs list with the classic 39

Classic and an absolute banger. Defiently in my top 5 favorites

I adore Į Venesuelą. It is such a good song i cant. Def my top third

Love it. If you hate it you are public enemy number 1

Ofcourse we CANNOT forget Vaikai po lelijom

Its a song i had to performa dance with others. It was fun but i was really scared because my performing skills arent the best

Another good song is Geri vyrai

It has a lithuanian tongue twister(?) Geriams vyrams geroj girioj gerą girą gera gert and some variations of it. Banger.

Special mentions :

Ligit debating on making an aniamtion with it

Great song in general but not a fav

Actually was debating on putting it into my list but it was already getting too long so i decided to not

Audio limit reached sadly i gatta reblog this because i have a lot of songs that i just HAVE to mention

[damnthelust]

I loved your other corporate au! with Danti specifically where Dark gets a lil jealous of Die. But I was think maybe as another blurb Dark being jealous and a little possessive of Anti even though he’s first starting out and still unsure of his feelings for him!

Ooh~

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“Hello, Darki-Dark!” Infelix greeted as he opened the door, entering the man’s office with confidence and entitlement that made Dark eternally groan. Anti looked at the man, confused as to who he was and Infelix stared right back, eyeing Anti up and down.

Dark did not like that.

“Who’s this, Dark? Going into the modeling market now?” Anti blushed a bit and Dark cleared his throat.

“Anti, this is Infelix, owner of the platform ‘SocialPulse’, he is my collaborator and sponsor,” Dark explained before looking back to Infelix, “Infelix, this is my assistant, Anti.”

“Well it’s a pleasure meeting you, Anti,” Infelix winked as he took the other’s hand and placed a kiss on his knuckles, Anti put on a smile.

“Charmed.”

“Hard to get I see?” Infelix grinned, looking over to Dark who seemed void of any emotion on his face, which was new to Anti.

“What was the cause for you to barge in my office, Infelix? Our meeting isn’t until tomorrow afternoon.”

“Ah, just wanted to see my main man!” Dark scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Now come on, Dark you can’t say that you don’t like me.”

“I barely tolerate you.”

“We are getting there! Anyway, I got some papers that you need to sign, this is majorly the change of revenue and updates within the policy of SocialPulse.” Anti watched Infelix tossed the papers onto the man’s desk and before he could do anything, he was given a card. “I know that’s suppose to be for business but, if you decide you want to have a chat, dinner, or drink just call me.” A smirk was on Infelix’s face and Dark could feel his whole body warm up with a boiling rage he couldn’t describe. “Too-da-loo!!”

“He seems very extra,” Anti spoke as Infelix left the office.

“He’s a pain in the ass majority of the time.” Dark said and Anti hummed, looking at the business card again, “I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” That got Anti’s attention.

“Excuse me?”

“He was eyeing you as if you were nothing more than a piece of meat.” Dark gruffed, grabbing a pen and began looking over the papers.

“I can assure you that the feelings are not mutual.” Anti can see Dark visibly relax after hearing that, making him smirk. “Want me to grab a bottle, sir?”

“Please.”

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[psychoticwillgraham]

overdue ass info post about me

i’m Will and im 29, and my gender is nothing that is comprehensible to humanity. very androgynous and obnoxious about it, drag king for 7 years now in a ass backwards conservative tourist trap river town in Missouri. my sexuality is. who the fuck knows honestly. super amateur artist and new Warframe enthusiast.

any pronouns EXCEPT for she/her, but I prefer it/its, but if that’s not accessible to u bc of language or w/e, they or he is just fine. aromantic as fuck, and ace, but still have a high ish libido sometimes despite all the damn psych meds im on.

i have an unknown psychotic disorder, but my mental health team just slaps the schizoaffective label on me as well as BPD, autism (not officially dxed on paper, but verbally by both my psych and therapist), PTSD, suspected OCPD, and according to my therapist, a ‘cocktail of features from every personality disorder that makes it impossible to properly diagnose’ me. undiagnosed system too.

standard DNI applies, like no conservatives/right wingers, anything like that.

horny on main and not ashamed of it, constantly posting about how i want to fuck Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham, yknow, my little gay cannibals. proud old man fucker.

Ships I’ll write (for the egos I’ll pretty much write everything) for requests

Hannigram (my main one)

Darkstache (Darkiplier/Wilford Warfstache)

Danti (Darkiplier/Antisepticeye)

Klaine (Glee, but I’ll only do horror/scifi/supernatural stuff bc nobody else does and I’m sick of the love dovey boring shit)

John Constantine/Will Graham (the one i invented)

pretty much any combo of markiplier and jacksepticeye egos

specifically Henrik Von Schneeplestein/Chase Brody

Murdock/Bim or any combo of the murderous egos from both of them

Murdock in general

any crackship between any of these characters (like Dark/Hannibal)

and if u send me a request I’ll try to have it done within a day depending on what time u send it and if I’m busy, but I WILL get around to it, I promise!! also will do anything from rated G to Explicit and nearly every kind of kink except for the following: underage (for klaine I’ll only do from the NYC days), zoo, scat, watersports and incest (EXCEPT in the case of the hannibal extended universe ships ie. all of Hugh’s characters being brothers bc they’re aren’t technically), and whatever else I decide to add to this

[lexa-griffins]

I saw your drawing of Lexa in TBAQ and she's an absolute queen 😍 I love her dress, crown, and the colors you picked

Thank you 🥰🩷

Later on Lexa will own the color purple like it was mixed with her in mind, but for now the color that is becoming a symbol of the Queen's consort or Arcadia is one that she finds dull and makes her long of the redness of her attire back in Arbor. The clothes in Arcadia are also much lighter and flowy something Lexa isn't accustomed, thats why she wears the blue side caoe, to hide herself more as Arbor fashion is much stiffer and tends to be more hiding.

Oh and the crown! Everything that's blurred next to that drawing is actually about that crown. Because the crown on Lexa's head is danty and beautiful, encrusted with sapphires, gold and shiny and Lexa hates it. It is said Heda's crown is a heavy burden on the head, sharp ends that prick of the wearer does not have a posture worthy of the commander. Lexa longs for it. This crown... feels far too light on her head. Too painless, too meaningless. Lexa was born with the privilege and the burden of one day carrying the crown of Arbor.... it feels too empty to know she'll live without it.

(And oh, how heavy will it feel on Aden's small head)

[thdrama2]

trebucet posted a driveling dissertation about how the new danties cost too much and people who can afford luxury items are mentally unwell, turns out it was jealousy because they made a design identical to the dainty. - thread- tinyurl(.)com/2hswxyfr --ripoff, lots of NSFW-- toyhou(.)se/23396231.honey --original-- darling-dainties(.)com/dainty/650e0e878ca45b02b5ef74d4

Thread and original Dainty.

The character "Honey" seems to be gone so it cannot be sourced. Unless you can source the character I will have to delete this.

Edit: Honey is sourced.

[dvixiecups]

Sick Epel bc i said so. i started writing this in august, got busy and finished it in december without rereading what i had already wrote so if there’s anything that doesn’t make sense uhhh sorry

vomit warning!

Epel hated Pomefiore. Everything about the stupid dorm, from his pompous peers and their impertinent compliments up to the housewarden himself and his strict (and stupid, in Epel's opinion) rules. Manners, politeness, beauty, dantiness… All stuff that Epel could not possibly care less about, and yet he was forced to oblige by these standards because of a stupid mirror.

These thoughts of anger brewed in his mind as he walked through the college courtyard following his history of magic class, and while nothing of note occured during that hour, the dull ache in his stomach he had woken with, worsened. He wasn't sure what it was from, only that the pain of it compromised his posture (which led to Vil chatising him during breakfast). Now, out in the open, he was dragging his feet on the cobblestone path, the tie and poof around his neck more suffocating than usual.

He really hated this uniform, the form-fitting vest, heavy jacket and textured cuffs and collar all conspiring against him and any possibility of a good day. Using the back of his left hand, Epel wiped the sweat from his forehead, then ran the same hand through his hair. Pleased at the coolness he felt with his bangs out of the way, he decided to pull his hair into a ponytail. It didn't help much, he was much too distracted by the frilly collar tickling his neck and chin. It took every fibre of his being to resist tearing his shirt off right then and there.

"A ponytail! C'est mignon!" A sudden, deep and VERY unwelcome voice sounded behind him.

Involuntarily, Epel jumped, turning quickly to face his vice housewarden.

"Pardon, pardon!" Rook excused, bending slightly to be level with Epel's face.

His annoyance quickly turned to embarassment with the presence of another person, and Epel could feel his face flush while his eyes looked everywhere besides Rook's.

"Hmm, Monsieur Pommette, are you feeling alright?" Rook grapped Epel's chin as he scanned the boys face.

Epel's eyebrow twitched with annoyance at the nickname, quickly jerking his head away. His eyebrow twitched as he suppressed the urge to snap at Rook in his usual dialect and abandon any semblence of the person Pomefiore was forcing him to become. But he knew that was out of the question, Rook would blabble to Vil, and Vil would make Epel do one escruciating punishment or another in the name of manners. That was something Epel would prefer to avoid. Especially with the cramping in his stomach and growing pain behind his eyes.

"I have a lot of work to do," he mumbled instead, pulling his shoulders back and chin up before Rook had the chance to comment, "I'll be done before supper."

And with that squared away, Epel hurried his pace to the mirrors. Rook, in his stubborn fashion, met Epel's stride with ease, and maintained pace on the short journey.

"Surely you know you could trust me with whatever ails you?"

"Mhm" He hummed noncomittedly, brushing off Rook and trying to step away.

"Trust is a beautiful thing, surely you are aware of that."

"Mhm."

Irritation coupled with his already deteriorated condition made his vision blur and legs tremble under his weight. Not in an entirely urgent matter, but an undeniable premonition of his imminent demise. Squeezing his eyes shut, effectively ignoring his body's warnings, he pressed on.

"I need to work on my studies," Epel chose his words carefully, being sure to not give Rook an opening for repremand, "I'll come out for dinner, until then, please allow me space."

It was proper, consise and affirmative, had Epel felt any better, he would have pat himself on the back right then and there. However, he did not feel better, and he had more pressing matters to take care of-- namely his stabbing headache and growing nausea. How would he take care of that? Well that's a bridge he would have to cross once in the sanctity of his room, given he would be able to evade pressing roommates and an even more insufferable housewarden.

Huffing, he stepped through the mirror, bracing himself against the vertigo-inducing and blinding journey.

The mirror, however, proved to be a simple feat opposed to the staggering sets of stairs which proceeded the Pomefiore palace. Epel could hardly breathe by the time he stepped through the tall doors into the blessedly cool housing area. All he had to do now was hug the wall and remain inconspicuous, and avoid looking at the dizzying pattern on the carpet. It was almost as if the archetecture was designed to make life absolutely miserable for anyone feeling a bit off. Granted, at this point Epel was feeling more than just a bit off, but the point stood.

Fortunately, he was able to execute the plan as thought out, letting out a deep sigh as he gently shut the door to his room. (He was sure to keep the noise to a minimum as to not foil his plan at the very last second.) Throwing himself onto his fluffed comforter, Epel let out a loud groan, muffled by his pillow. The pain in his head had increased tenfold, making even the soft light of his lamp unbearable. With his arms occupied with keeping the pillow in place around his head, Epel got to work with kicking his shoes off. (Sure, he's a slob at heart, but even he draws the line at shoes on the bed). It took an unecessary amount of effort, but after a minute or two he had successfully taken his shoes off without his hands and was able to curl up in a tight ball.

The relief from finally being able to rest after a whole day of suffering was immeasurable, and hugging his knees to his chest provided just the right amount of pressure to make the discomfort in his stomach manageable.

And in this position, his conscience gradually faded into a peaceful sleep.

His awakening was no where near as peaceful, with Rook flamoyantly letting himself into the room and pulling open the curtains with a flourish.

Epel was sure Rook had knocked prior, the vice-housewarden, as irritating as he was, would never barge into someones room without warning. Which was a testament to how deep of a sleep Epel had fallen into.

"Dinner-time, Monsiuer Pommette!" He announced, extending his hand toward Epel.

The sound of his voice was grating against Epel's sensitive ears, the light cast by the setting sum-- although soft and of a gentle hue-- burned his aching eyes and sent knots twisting in his stomach. He felt worse than when he went to sleep, and dinner sounded like the last thing he would want to do at the moment. But instead of voicing his discomfort, Epel took Rook's hand and allowed himself to be dragged into the dining room, fighting hard to keep his stomach settled during the movement.

Nausea loomed over him like heavy storm clouds, ominously rolling in and foreshadowing a treacherous outcome. The back of Epel's mind, the only part left untouched by a feverish haze, begged him to excuse himself from dinner and take the night to himself. Yet, the majority of his mind pushed him on, convincing him that missing this specific dinner would result in horrible punishment. A completely irrational fear, and yet it felt so real to Epel, so prominent he forced himself to sit in his usual seat, suffocating between the big personalities of Vil and Rook-- the formers usual light spritz of sweet, fruity frangrance intermingling with the savory smells of supper and punching Epel in the stomach.

Trying his best to sit up straight, he waited for Vil to take the first bite before picking up his utensil. On any normal day, this routine was agony, he missed being at home and able to dig into his plate without needing to be conscious of what everybody else was doing, or how straight his back was, or between which fingers he held his fork. And yet, today, all that seemed insignificant. As inconvenient as a fruit fly; paling in comparison to the monumental challenge he was facing at that moment. Which was to not get sick all over the table.

Vil, ever observant, took notice of Epel's hesistance towards eating.

"Your food will get cold if you wait too long," he cautioned, glancing at Epel without turning his head.

"Mhm," Epel hummed, really not wanting to open his mouth to give his housewarden a proper response, and hoping Vil would let it slide

"Pardon?" Vil prompted, raising an eyebrow.

Epel took a deep breath in preparation.

"Yes housewar-" and then it happened.

There wasn't even any warning, no gag, no cough. Nothing. One moment he was talking and the next he was standing up to avoid getting his own vomit on his lap. Of course there was a napkin folded neatly over his pants, but the thought of getting sick on himself still repulsed him enough to avoid the possibility altogether. He braced his right hand on the table, being sure to avoid the puddle of sick that had splashed off his plate onto the table cloth, and hovered his left over his mouth; not entirely sure his body was finished with expelling it's contents.

"Goodness!" Vil exclaimed, pushing his chair away from the table and standing up quickly.

"Quelle horreur!" Rook added, standing up, but instead of distancing himself, placing a hand between Epel's shoulder blades.

The dining room exploded with disgust as a number of his dorm members ran out of the room, the rest following at a slower, more dignified pace (yet their faces exhibited much of the same mortification).

Epel groaned in pain and embarassment, his stomach still aching and cheeks burning. Rook's hand was comforting, but not helping at all with the bubbling sensation in his gut.

"Is that all, Monsieur Pommette?" He questioned delicately, leaning closer to Epel as to not force the latter to project his voice.

Which wasn't necessary because all Epel did was shake his head no.

"We'll have this cleaned up shortly. Rook, can you help him to his room with a wastebin? I will follow you with a mineral water and compress." Vil spoke, his tone demanding, yet cool. The epitome of level-headed.

Rook gave a stern nod before gently guiding Epel away from his mess, and against his side, where he could support his underclassmen while they walked.

Vil, determined to avoid any future mess, passed a waste bin over to Rook, who used the arm not supporting Epel to hold it infront of the two.

After taking two steps away from the table, Epel reached for the bin, hugging it against his chest as his mouth lolled open in reponse to the nausea corsing through his body. A sick burp rolled out, echoing in the bin as a premonition of what was to come.

Pausing, Rook began massaging Epel's back, keeping one hand on the bucket to be sure it didn't fall.

"Oh mon piètre Epel. There is beauty in succumbing to your ailment. Surely you will feel better once all that ick is out of you," Rook stated, making an effort to speak quieter than his typical boisterous tone.

Epel hiccuped as Vil excused himself from the room, then retched loudly over the bin. His throat felt tight and uncomfortable, and he coughed dryly to rid the odd sensation. The dry cough ended up being the final straw for his tender stomach, as a wave of sick gurgled out of his mouth and into a bucket.

"There it is, you're alright," Rook commented softly, tightening his grip on the bucket.

Epel gagged again, straining the muscles in his face until they made his skin turn to an unattractive red. More vomit splashed into the bucket and Rook clicked his tongue in sympathy.

"There you are, feeling any better?"

Epel shook his head no, a deep frown etched on his face and tears drying on his cheek.

"Well then let's get you somewhere more comfortable, come on now." After taking the bucket and holding it out of sight, Rook guided Epel to the latters room.

Tired, Epel begrudgingly put one foot after another, leaning into Rooks comforting touch. More than anything Epel craved to be home and to sink in his uncomfortable, yet familier bed. He missed the hot apple cider given to him when he was sick and the comforting presence of his family. So he squeezed his eyes shut and pretended that he was there, that Rooks arm was his mothers arm and that he was walking to his real bed. The relaxation this delusion brought almost fully distracted him from all pain in his stomach.

"Ah, and here we are!" Rook announced, snapping Epel back into reality as the grand door swung into the room.

As it appeared, Vil had already come by. A cup of water lay on the night stand next to an intricately designed porcelain dish holding two chalk pills. Then on the bed was a heat pad, already plugged in and on a low setting, neatly sat atop a pair of breathable pyjamas. Truly, Vil had thought of everyting.

Rook busied himself with freshening the bucket to provide Epel with the privacy to change.

Though he was only gone for less than 4 minutes, upon his return the pills were taken, water half drinken and Epel curled in a ball with the heatpad pressed against his stomach, fast asleep. Rook gently placed the bucket on the floor next to Epels head and wished him a soft goodnight before walking out and closing the door with a quiet click.

[iamvegorott]

kissing prompts 10 Danti maybe?

10. Sharing a kiss over a cup of coffee ----------

Anti glitched into the kitchen and perked up when he saw some coffee still in the pot, meaning he didn’t have to make a new one. The smell of coffee in the air told him it was still fresh. Even better. 

He giggled and went to the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of chocolate creamer and some caramel syrup. Today was an extra sweet tooth kind of day. Anti quickly put his coffee together, pouring in the syrup to stir it in and letting it melt before pouring some of the creamer. He gave the drink a test sip and found it to be perfect. 

“I see you snuck out here while I was in the shower,” Dark commented as he joined Anti in the kitchen. “Was that the last of the coffee?” He added when he noticed the empty pot. 

“You snooze, you lose.” Anti giggled, taking another sip. 

“I wasn’t asleep. I was cleaning up because someone likes to make too many messes and doesn’t clean up after himself.” Dark made a point to look at the opened syrup and creamer on the counter. A spot of syrup was also on the counter. 

“Don’t know what you mean~” Anti sang. 

“I am more than sure that you do.” Dark hummed and was now standing in front of Anti. 

“I might need an extra hint.” Anti held the mug between him and Dark with one hand while the other rested on Dark’s chest. 

“Like this?” Dark whispered before leaning in and kissing Anti, cupping his cheek to hold him close. “Was that good enough?” 

“For now.” Anti grinned. That grin turned into a confused look when Dark was now sipping from a mug and stepping away. He looked down at his hand and saw that his coffee was gone. “Oh, you shit!”  ---------- Soft Kissing Prompts: Link

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There's another post from the OP of the original post about Laios where they explain that they're actually talking from the perspective of their own experiences - as in, they feel they're the type of autistic person described in the post and don't actually agree with that type of behaviour, but worded their post poorly. I genuinely think they were just venting, honestly.

Yeah, that's exactly how I read it because of the Capitalizing Every Single Word Thing being used to be ironic 99% of the time, but I completely understand how others may have misinterpreted it, esp. if they've dealt with people genuinely having that attitude before. It just sucks that people in the replies were calling others "ignorant" or being condescending just because they misread the post from an understandably defensive standpoint due to the fact that there ARE people out there being like... two-faced ?? or backhanded with their treatment of autistic people that don't fit a certain archetype. OP of the post I rb'd was not rage-baiting and just venting instead, just like OP of the screenshotted post. It makes me upsetttt how people can't just try to read things in good faith when someone makes an honest mistake (both the miswording AND misreading of the post) and just resort to attacking them instead

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Hi hello, waving at you! was here in October and now I have returned to let you know that I’ve once again been gripped with Danti brainrot over ‘the world has too much noise’

I’m Not Normal about it, it’s still SO GOOD and once again you’re an Insanely Good writer

ANGNANGNANGNAG (biting and gnawing) (feral about those fics)

I was wondering, do you have any other facts about Dark and Anti in that universe? Like what hobbies does Dark have perhaps? :o

(Just little things like that if you have any to share, no pressure of course !!)

Oh don't do this to me. Don't give me permission to start unleashing all the nonsense in my brain about this universe. Do not give me this power I will abuse it.

I will give you one (1) thing for Dark that I kept meaning to put in early parts of the series and kept forgetting because my brain is swiss cheese: There's a side note the first time that Anti goes in Dark's room about how it's weirdly nondescript - simple furniture, plain sheets, nothing eye catching - but that's only because Anti didn't turn around. Dark's bedroom is boring as fuck when you look in from the door because there's the risk of other people seeing into it, and he's uh . . . private. We'll go with private.

But anyways, there's a fucking massive portrait of the andromeda galaxy on the wall by the door, which you can only see when you're actually in the bedroom. Think like this:

It's pretty much the only thing in his house with any kind of personality. And it takes the place over his dresser where a mirror should be.

As for hobbies, the man does 2 things with his free time: pretending to work around Anti and hanging out with a friend to mutually beat the shit out of each other. If he's not doing one of those two things, he's working, or he's dead. Hope that helps!

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All the Blogs

@sinful-reblog - A blog for me to reblog things of all varities. Contains nsfw.

@dabis-loverboy - MHA writing blog, contains nsfw.

@nixie-writes-aot - Attack on Titan writing blog. Contains nsfw.

@nixies-op-imagines - One Piece writing blog. Contains nsfw.

@fivenightsatsins - Fnaf writing blog. Will contain nsfw (god dont look at me jdmdkdk).

@sinful-decaf - Smaller fandoms/generalized writing blog. Contains nsfw.

@ask-ego-manor - Ask blog for Markiplier egos, mostly Dark and Actor.

@ask-the-septics - Ask blog for Jacksepticeye egos, mostly Anti.

@ask-caretaker-mael - Ask blog for my irissona, Caretaker Mael.

@ask-hurricane-twist - MLP next gen AU blog following the story of Hurricane Twist.

@ask-the-warriors - Attack on Titan Warriors ask blog, including an oc.

@wc-endless-dreams - Warrior cats original comic blog.

@the-sinful-collective - System and vent blog. TWs will be both tagged and under general read mores (I sometimes forget tho).

All the AUs

Ego AUs

Megamind - Antihero au, Anti is Megamind and Jackie is Roxanne.

Werewolf - Antiaverage au, Chase is a human and Anti is the alpha of his pack. Anti protects Chase and his kids from dying after targeted by an enemy pack. Stacy died to a wolf from that pack when Anti first discovered Chase and his kids. Mostly Anti's perspective.

Mer - Schneeplebro and danti au. Dark is trying to wake up a god and Henrik is trying to stop him, Chase gets caught in the middle when Stacy makes and breaks a deal with Dark. Several perspectives.

Skyrim - Dark x Anti x Henrik x Chase au. Chase runs an inn, dealing with the hijinx of what eventually is his three boyfriends (mostly Dark and Anti). Chase's perspective.

Dragon - Marvin x Anti. Dragons have been hunted by humans for decades since the accidental murder of most of the royal family. Now it follows Anti, looking for his dad Chase who had been dragges off by humans. Too trusting, humans target him and almost hurt him until Marvin saves him. Marvin agrees to help. Anti's perspective.

Avian - Several ships. Several avians deal with the world they live with and the evil humans are capable of. Several perspectives.

Crossover - Still in concept. The mers and avians having a crossover where they could meet and what not. Probably won't have a real story or plot. Sub au of the mer and avian aus.

Bird Boys - Chase x Marvin x Henrik. Follows the story of the avian au except Chase doesn't end up dating Anti and Jackie. Chase's perspective.

Gods - The Iplier and Septic egos as gods. So far, no real story except gods go brr.

Undead - Anti x Henrik and Jackie x Chase. Set in the universe of the walking dead, main four boys handle a zombie apocalypse. Starts as Chase's perspective but follows Jackie, Henrik, and Anti.

Sparklecats - I have no explanations. Just the egos as sparklecats. There are two clans even. Septicclan and Iplierclan.

Five Nights at Sam's(FNaS) - Very early conception. Basically fnaf and ego crossover with Anti as William Afton.

IRIS Pokemon - Early concept. The JSE egos(+ Caretaker Nix) in the Pokemon universe.

Attack on Titan AUs

Bertholdt Survives - OC x canon au. Inspired by the song "I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead" from The Count of Monte Cristo. Bertholdt survives the Battle of Shiganshina, switching sides. Chaos ensues when he sees the Warriors again in season 4.

Band - OC x canon. Inspired by the song "Guys Don't Like Me" by It Boys. The Warriors, minus Annie, make up a band. Eren, Mikasa, Armin, and Zakai make up another band. Zakai is dating Armin but meets Bertholdt in a club. She ends up cheating on Armin with Bertholdt's help.

Traitor - OC x canon. Zakai makes a different choice, siding with Paradis instead of Marley when she is reunited with Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie. Her loyalty is grey until its revealed that Reiner and Bertholdt are the Armored and Colossal titans. She ends up running into Armin's arms specifically. Angst heavy.

Warring Pokemon - Early concept. AoT characters(+ ocs) in the Pokemon universe. I just want more pokemon brainrot to be shared.

My Hero Academia AUs

Hero - Where the LoV + ocs have different upbringings, resulting in many to be heroes instead. A "fix it" au of a sort. LoV and the Big Three aged down to fit into UA (with the Big Three being in 2A instead of 3A).

One Piece AUs

If You Died - An au where Lenna dies instead of Lila. Early concept.

19 Total AUs