#darkhost

[sodafrog13]

this guy as well

[pxppet]

Yay, it's simply gorgeous! 🥰

Seagull, that dapperhero piece is driving me bananas! I was wondering if you would be willing to sketch out Dark and Host in costumes of some sort? I don't know why, but I pictured Frankenstein and his Bride. Darkhost is my favourite little rare pair.

-pxppet <3

a few days late but here is a frankenstein themed darkhost!! weirdly fitting for these two, thanks for the request!! <3

[pxppet]

Concept stuck in my mind:

The Host, bleeding alone as the universe shatters somewhere far away. From the eyes, ears, nose, mouth, even old scars opening up. He is so, so deep in his power, leaned over the sink, trembling like a leaf. Between desperate, scrambling narrations he is panting, heaving, barely ever stopping for a breath. So many stories are coming through and out of him at once that he doesn’t even remember what world he’s in. 

Dark comes to his room to ask about present business, but by the time they find him in the bathroom, he’s pale as a ghost, like all the blood is drained from him, only being held up by his tight, stiff grip on the sink. Dark tries to snap him out of it any way they can, but he doesn’t stop. He looks into their eyes and tells them their own story, Host’s face contorted with grief and fear. Dark is taken aback by this, momentarily frozen in the reliving of it. 

But once they recover, they shake away the anger and ear-piercing ringing, the encroaching void around the bathroom. They choose to hold him instead, picking up his waxily catatonic body, carrying him to his bed. They pull out his spare bandages, and swathe every injury and most of his head in them. Host still mutters out stories, but he is no longer panting or gasping for breath. 

The Darkness keeps vigil beside his bed as the bandages slowly refill with blood, only to change them out as soon as that comes. 

“Old companion, old ally, I know how power can consume. Rest yourself, let it have its hold until it tires. I will get back at him for this. I will.” Dark prays over him, holding his hand softly in a distant attempt at comfort. 

By the time The Host fully wakes from his delerium of power, the only sign left of his leader is clean bandages and a lingering bout of tinnitus. 

[iamfruitie]

Okay, so, I know you've got the vibe of power bottom Host, but listen. Brat Host with Dom Dark. Host is such a good candidate for being a brat, because with his narrations he'd be the king of malicious compliance of like, "oh, you told me I couldn't touch myself, so I didn't, I narrated things" and Dark is just so unimpressed with him at all times. - (you have an anon who goes by Melon? If not.... Steals that.)

Host being a lil' shit is just glorious XD

[theprinceofflies]

Any soare darkhost thoughts to give a poor one like me?

Dark is a workaholic and The Host writes for fun. Dark leaves for work and The Host is left alone in the house. The Host will write about Dark the entire day. that or narrorate him because he misses him.

That and the Host try’s to get Dark to stay in bed

[valpus-writing]

Its a ship, i was thinking darkhost but now i actually dont know

Nah you right big Darkhost vibes.

[egotisticalee]

Oh prompts!! Could you do "I'm fine, let me see your face" with Dost Hark?

anon i hope you know i have been losing my shit at Dost Hark since i got this ask, thank you for blessing my day

TWS: implied violence (minor), blood (small mention), implied nsfw at the end

With a sigh, Dark gets up and brushes himself off. He had no clue whose bright idea it was to try and jump him and the Host as they left the restaurant, but whoever it was, they were currently lying passed-out on the floor. They certainly put up a fight, but between the two of them, they didn’t really stand a chance.

The Host quickly rushes over to him, placing a hand on his arm and quickly trailing it over him, trying to check for any injury.

“Are you okay? It- it sounded like they landed a hit on you," he says. Dark smiles softly and reaches up to take one of the Host's hands and squeeze it.

"I'm fine, let me see your face," he mutters as he uses his free hand to tilt the Host's chin up. His bandages are wet again and there are thin trails of blood running down his cheeks, no doubt from having to use his power to defend himself. Dark sighs again, carefully wiping away some of the blood with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Come on, let's go home and get you cleaned up, okay?" he asks as he starts to lead them out of the alley. He looks around carefully, but at this late hour, there's hardly anyone else out. None of them seem like they're going give them a second glance, so Dark continues to guide the Host along the street.

He tries not to seethe, but it's hard when the anger starts to boil. How dare someone attack them? How could someone even dare to think about hurting the Ho-

"Dark," the Host says, snapping him out of his thoughts with amusement in his tone. It's only then that he realises how tight his grip on the Host's hand is, and he loosens it apologetically.

"We're both okay. I'm going to trust that you're fine, and say that neither of us got hurt other than a couple scrapes and bruises. Our date wasn't ruined. If anything, it was fun to have a little action," the Host adds. He tugs on Dark's hand to bring him closer so he can lower his voice.

"Though, I have to say, I much prefer another kind of action." Dark blushes deeply and pulls him along faster, the sound of the Host's laughter echoing around the street.

[foxtamer113]

DarkHost???

I mostly picture them as best pals, they're each other's sarcasm buds, but I wouldn't mind them together. They'd be a pretty chill ship. :)

SEND ME SHIPS!

[lostcybertronian]

If your down for it can you do 16 for host x dark?

I really enjoyed this one. I do enjoy the Host/Dark

Tags: @authorsathenaeum @redraspberrycats @darkstache-iplier @tiny-yan-an @holyshitsnakesandspace @kawaiihetaliana

Prompt 16: “Stop telling me you’re okay”

“For the last time, Warfstache,” Dark’s voice held a sinister edge as he spoke from the opposite end of the table, yet his face betrayed nothing but cool indifference. “Those names are off-limits. Pick new ones.”

    “But they’re perfect for these characters!” Wilford protested, “Damien means ‘devil,’ and William-”

    “I said pick. New. Ones!” Dark stood, slamming his palms down on the table. Several Egos flinched as his shell cracked and the room flooded with monochromatic gray.

    The Host, however, kept on muttering narrations to himself, voice so low that not even Dr. Iplier, sitting next to him, could hear. He knew how this would end. “Bim tentatively begins to speak.”

    “Can we at least keep ‘Celine’?” He asked carefully, playing with the edges of his sleeves nervously. He looked anywhere but at Dark or Wilford.

    Dark slowly turned his head to focus the full force of his murderous wrath on Bim and the show host seemed to shrink into himself.

    “The silence was so thick that all Egos could’ve heard a pin drop.” The Host whispered.

    It lasted for several long, agonizing minutes. No one dared so much as breathe.

    Finally, Dark straightened and adjusted his suit, a dangerous glint to his eye. “Do whatever you wish. It matters not.”

    A grin spread itself across Wilford’s face and he opened his mouth to speak but the entity was already gone: disappearing in a swirl of black.

    No one else dared speak, except for the Host. “The Host rises from his seat with intentions to follow. Dr. Iplier grabs his hand-”

    “In my professional opinion as a doctor, Host, don’t follow him. You might get hurt.” Dr. Iplier sounded worried, but he didn’t try to stop the blind Ego as he withdrew his hand.

    The others merely watched him go. No one tried to stop him. Even Wilford, normally the first to follow Dark when needed, was too wrapped up in his own self-satisfaction to notice that anything was amiss.

    He allowed his narrations to guide him down the hallways, allowed them to lead him to Dark.

    “He finds Dark in his office, where he knew he would be, where he always goes when he needs to wallow.” The Host’s voice was bitter as he opened the door and slipped inside. “The Host knows his presence is unwanted.”

    “Go away, Host.” Though the entity’s voice was firm, it lacked conviction. The Host’s narrations told him Dark sat on the floor, back pressed up against the wall, legs sprawled out in front of him. His tie was undone. His hair, previously neat and well-groomed, was ruffled and hung in his face.

    As the Host’s soft descriptions lead him further into the room, he picked up on the fact that the stack of papers on the desk had been swept off, the chair overturned. Books had been thrown from the shelves to lie in various states of dishevelment on the floor.

    He stepped over to one, picked it up, carefully smoothed the crinkled pages. Then he closed it and set it back in its designated place on the shelf. He crossed his arms and stood there, back to Dark, silent.

    “What do you want, Host?” Dark’s held an edge now. “Do you take pleasure in seeing me weak?”

    “Does Dark enjoy being weak?” It took all of his control to keep his open, exposed back to the entity as he said those words. But he knew that Dark wouldn’t dare hurt him. “Does he enjoy wallowing in the past?”

    “I am not weak.” came the snarled response. There was the rustling of fabric, footsteps, an icy presence that indicated Dark was standing right behind him. “And I don’t wallow.”

    Still, the Host didn’t turn around.

    “Host!” A hand clamped down on his shoulder- and even though the Host was entirely aware of Dark’s presence he still jumped- and spun him around. “I am not weak.”

    “Stop telling me that.” The Host brushed Dark’s hand away. “Stop telling me you’re okay.”

    His voice rose. “Every mention of names, every small memory. It breaks you down.”

    “I. Am. Not. Weak!” Dark’s shell cracked and the Host’s mind was flooded with hate, with rage, with unimaginable loss. “Say it!”

    The Host drew himself up until he was nose-to-nose with the entity. “No.”

    There was a pause. A moment where both of them were quiet. When both of them were raw.

    Then Dark was kissing him, shoving their lips together fiercely, pushing the Host back against the bookshelf, hands clutching fistfuls of the blind man’s jacket.

    But the Host forced him back, away. Slapped him. Wiped one hand across his mouth.

    Dark didn’t react as the ego pushed past him, but hushed narrations revealed that the entity was clenching his jaw, rubbing at his cheek.

    The Host paused at the door, mid-reach for the doorknob. “Dark has to decide. He has to decide whether he wants to be Darkiplier, or whether he wants to be Damien.”

    When the entity didn’t respond, he continued, “Dark will come find the Host when he chooses to be Darkiplier.”

Then, without another word, he left.

[unicronian]

Don’t Bet Against Seers

Length: 3156 words                Ship: BlindTerrors/DarkHost                             AO3

Summary: Dark and the Host find a common thread between them and they grow close to each other. The other egos notice and a bet is started on their relationship.

It became a ritual between Dark and the Host, at least once a week, but usually more often, the Host would go to Dark’s room, or Dark would visit the Host and they’d try and look into the future. After a few dozen sessions they haven’t yet seen a vision of the far future, but neither were dissuaded from their attempts.

Currently, the Host was sitting in Dark’s room, particularly, in their lap. Dark’s head was resting on his shoulder, made possible by the few inches Dark had over the Host, and their heads were pressed together. Their red aura covered both of them, while their black and blue auras were nowhere to be seen. Dark was channeling the power of the Seer into the Host, and the Host greedily accepted it.

Both of them saw the visions of the past, present, and extremely near future. They revelled in the power of sight.

“We have to stop.” It couldn’t last forever, however, Dark felt a familiar wetness on their eyes.

The Host scooted out of Dark’s lap and turned to look at them. They gingerly wiped away the blood that had come out of their eyes.

“What time is it?” He asked.

Dark glanced over to the clock in their room. “3:34 am.”

The Host sighed as he stood up to walk back to his own room.

“Stay.” Dark said, almost demanded. “You’re obviously dead tired and your room is too far away.”

The Host didn’t bother commenting that Dark had only one bed, and instead shuffled over to one side and flopped down on it. They huffed and moved to the other side of the bed and pulled the cover over theirself properly.

-----

The Host and Dark were uncharacteristically late to breakfast the next morning. Dr. Iplier and Bing were sent out to go find them.

Bing tentatively knocked on Dark’s door. He did not want to be killed by an ornery demon today, and was ready to bolt if need be.

But the person who answered the door wasn’t Dark, instead, he saw the Host on the other side of the threshold. He short circuited for a moment as he put the pieces(incorrectly) together.

“Before you say anything.” Host said. “We’re not fucking.”

“It’d be cool- if you were- I mean Bim’s my best friend- and he’s bi- and in love with a man so-”

“Tell the others that we’ll be there soon.” The Host slammed the door in his face.

Bing blinked and recalibrated his sight before turning and walking back to the dining room in a daze.

When he arrived he saw that the doctor had returned from his quest to find the Host, obviously he had been unsuccessful.

“Well?” Google_Red asked. “Did you find Dark?”

“Yeah, I found both of them.” Bing explained. “I knocked on Dark’s door and the Host answered. Don’t ask me why he was there because I have no fucking clue, but the Host said they’d both be here soon.”

“Why was the Host in Dark’s room?” Dr. Iplier pondered.

“What did I just say?”

Iplier raised his hands in a ‘I surrender’ type of way and stopped talking.

“I think they’re fucking.” Bim said suddenly. “If we ask them I bet we’ll get some bad, bullshit lie.”

“I’m not getting involved in a conversation about whether or not Dark and the Host are having sex.” Dr. Iplier said.

“I bet 50 dollars for they’re fucking.” Edgar supplied.

“I bet 100 that they aren’t!” Wilford challenged

“I’ll match it!”

Google_Blue cleared his throat and the room went quiet. A few seconds later Dark and the Host entered the room. There was a few seconds of silence as Dark took the time to stare the egos in the room down.

“We know exactly what you were talking about before we walked in.” The Host started, the egos in the room looked uncomfortable. “And we weren’t fucking- I visited Dark to discuss something and it became incredibly late, so I stayed in their room.”

“A likely story.” Bim muttered.

Dark shot him a glare.

“Bim’s right- what were you talking about?” Bing asked.

“The future.” The Host said cryptically, a half truth.

“Sounds flimsy.” Bim said.

Dark rolled their eyes. “I’m not here to play your game, Bim, and Wilford deserves to lose a bet every once in awhile.”

“I have one-hundred dollars on the line!” Wilford protested.

“Edgar needs it for his failing baby-selling business.” Dark replied, deadpan.

“So you’re saying that you were fucking?” Bim asked.

“No.” They stated. “I’m saying that we’re not playing your game, and if that means you think we’re fucking, then so be it. I don’t give a shit what you think of me.”

“Fucking ruined.” Bing muttered.

Bim couldn’t summon the will to shoot him a glare.

-----

The Host walked into Dark’s room with a book in his hand. They looked up from their own book to see who had barged their way into their room to see the Host quickly making his way towards them.

“Host?” It was rare that he would visit Dark two days in a row.

“Who else?” He quipped.

Dark rolled their eyes. “What did you come here for?”

The Host paused for a second, and Dark realized that he was looking into the slight future to gauge Dark’s reaction before he said anything.

“I want to read this book.” He held up a book for Dark to see.

Dark remained silent, waiting for the Host to continue.

“However,” He started, “we don’t have it as an audiobook, and my vision doesn’t allow me a proper angle to read it from.”

They connected the dots quickly. “And you want to try and use our combined power to read the book?”

“Yes, I believe that if you channel your power into me, and I focus on seeing the present, we’ll be able to see the book.”

Dark smiled as they closed their book and placed it on the stand next to them. “Come over here and we’ll see if it works.”

The Host smiled as he walked over and sat on Dark’s lap, he closed his eyes while Dark opened the book

For a moment they saw themselves, close together, seemingly asleep, and content; the next moment the Host was seeing through Dark’s eyes.

Dark blinked a few times and smiled, they had done it.

They finished the book all too quickly. They broke the connection between them, and the Host sighed, ready to stand up, before Dark grabbed his waist.

“Dark?”

There was a pause before they answered. “Whenever you want to read, I’ll be here.”

“I like spending time with you too, Dark.”

They sighed as the Host got out of their lap.

“There’s a squeal.” He said before leaving Dark’s room. “And I have nothing to do tomorrow night.”

“Neither do I.” Dark said as he left.

-----

“I’m worried about how much time you’re spending with Dark.” Dr. Iplier said.

“There’s no need to be worried about me, doctor.” The Host said. “I would be privy to any kind of manipulation they try on me. I simply enjoy their company, and we have some mutual plans.”

“Plans?” He glanced at the Host from across the room.

“Don’t worry about it, doctor, if our plans come to fruition you’ll know.”

“Do you have any idea how ominous that sounded?” Dr. Iplier asked.

“I’m completely aware.” He smiled slightly. “However, I didn’t come to your room to have my relationship with Dark judged, I came to have my bandages changed.”

“Did you now? I thought you came to hear all the latest gossip.” The doctor quipped.

“Oh, I always know the latest gossip.” He smiled.

“Then indulge me, Host.” Iplier said as he grabbed the bandages.

“The talk of the building is mostly my relationship with Dark, the betting pool has gotten quite intense, and every ego except for you has entered now.”

“Even Google?” He reached around the Host’s head to peel the bandages off.

“Even Google; at this point I expect Jack’s egos to hear about it and place their own bets.”

“That’d be fun to see.” Dr. Iplier admitted.

“Perhaps not as amusing for Dark and myself.”

“No.” He responded abashedly. “Though… isn’t it impossible for people betting against a relationship between you two to win?”

“The pool has an expiration date of the beginning of the new year.” The Host explained. “The rules of the pool are: You must match the highest bet of the opposing side, if you don’t your money remains in the pool to be given to the others. If your side wins you get your money back, and the money from the opposing side is spread out among the victors.”

He paused as the doctor wrapped the new bandages around his face.

“I strongly suggest you bet for the ‘not-fucking’ side.” The Host said.

“You wound me, I would never vote for the other team.”

“But I thought you were gay?”

The doctor snorted. “Haha. Very funny.”

His face tone turned serious suddenly. “If Dark causes you any trouble tell me, I’m not kidding.”

“Of course, Doctor.” The Host replied.

-----

The Host woke up screaming. Visions of gore tore through his head and blood ran down his face. His entire body shook as he fell out of bed and limped towards the door. The Host made his way to Dark’s room slowly but surely, and weakly knocked on their door.

Dark didn’t say a word when they eventually answered the door, instead opting to usher him in and lock the door behind him. They led the Host to their reading chair and lifted him into their lap.

Their auras cascaded over the Host, encasing him in three protective layers. They hugged him close to his body and remained silent.

After a few minutes he stopped shaking, and the flow of blood slowed to a stop.

“I think we’re making progress with our visions.” Dark said. “Within a week or so, we’ll be able to do it, I can sense it.”

“Me too.” The Host replied, voice scratchy. “Soon. We’ll be able to see future events.”

“We’ll be unstoppable.” Dark smiled at the thought.

The Host wriggled out of Dark’s grip and stood up. “I presume you want me to stay here tonight?

“Of course.” They responded. “I’ll grab a set of clothes for you to wear, and a set of bandages from your room.”

With that they teleported away, leaving the Host to his own thoughts. He was ruminating over the blood he left all over the place. With a quick search he found cleaning supplies and was about to start when Dark returned.

“Don’t worry.” They said. “I’ll take care of the blood. I left your clothes and bandages in my bathroom along with a red hand towel to wash your face with.”

“Thank you.” The Host mumbled.

“It’s my pleasure to help you, Host.” Dark replied.

He simply nodded in response as he left the room. Dark quickly got to work cleaning their room and the hallway.

-----

“The more often you two walk into breakfast together the more I think you’re together.” Edgar said as Dark and the Host walked into the room.

Dark rolled their eyes. “I ran into the Host on my way here, and we walked together the rest of the way.”

“Yeah, get off Dark’s back, Edgar.” Wilford wrapped an arm around Dark’s shoulders.

“Get your arm off me, Warfstache.” Dark growled.

“Make me.” He countered.

They swiftly grabbed Wilford’s arm, moved it to their other shoulder, then flipped him onto the table.

“Jesus Christ.” Wilford muttered, dazed.

“Get off the table Wilford, we’re going to eat.” Dark said, blasé.

“Fuck you.” He flipped them off before he climbed off the table.

“Where the hell did you learn to do that?” Shepard asked, stunned.

“I’ve been around the block a few times.” Dark shrugged.

“Can you teach me?”

“No.”

Silver pouted at them, which Dark ignored.

“Before we eat.” Dark said. “We have another meeting tomorrow- don’t forget.”

-----

Dr. Iplier, Google_Yellow, Bing, and Bim were sitting in the lounge room, Bing and Bim were chatting quietly while Dr. Iplier and Yellow read books on the other side of the room. It was peaceful for a moment, before the Host and Dark walked into the room. Dark looked satisfied with theirself, and the Host had a wicked smile on his face

“Greetings.” Yellow said.

The Host nodded in his direction, but Dark’s focus was on Dr. Iplier.

“Host.” The doctor started. “I haven’t seen you smile like that in… a long time.”

“Remember what I told you a few days ago, doctor?” He said. “They’ve come to fruition. Google, Dark and I will not be attending the meeting today.”

“Understood.” The android replied.

“What the fuck?” Bim whispered after the duo left the room.

“What did he tell you?” Bing asked the doctor.

“He said that he and Dark had plans and if they came to fruition we would know.”

“Plans to do what?” Bing asked.

“I don’t know… and I don’t know whether these ‘plans’ are good or bad.”

“Are we totally fucked?”

“Probably.” The doctor responded.

The Host gasped as the vision ended and Dark pulled their head away. The vision had felt different from the rest, and it was longer than the others- lasting minutes instead of seconds.

“Was that it?” The Host said, barely above a whisper.

“We have to find out.” Dark responded, wiping the blood off their face.

They both hopped to their feet and made their way to the lounge. The Host hesitated for a moment before opening the door.

“Greetings.” Google_Yellow said.

Dark froze as the rest of the exchange finished, and they turned and left with the Host right behind them.

“We did it.” Dark gasped when they returned to their room. “Our first, sustained, vision of the future.”

“We have to try again.” The Host said, stepping closer to Dark.

“Of course, you already volunteered me out of the meeting.” They responded. “We can see the meeting before it even happens.”

There was a moment of silence between them. Dark smiled down at the Host, who beamed back up at them.

“Yes, I would like it if you kissed me.” The Host suddenly.

Dark immediately leaned down and closed the small gap between them. The kiss was short and chaste, Dark pulled back immediately to gauge his reaction.

They didn’t get to see it before the Host went on his tiptoes to return the favor.

“Do you still want to look into the future?” He asked. “Or do you have any other activities we can partake in?”

“I’m nothing if not driven.” Dark responded. “I’m interested to see what we’ll see in our visions.”

“Before we start… are we a thing now?” The Host asked.

“If you want us to be, yes.”

He grabbed Dark’s hand. “I definitely do.”

“I know a place we could have dinner tonight.”

“I’m not doing anything tonight.”

Dark pulled the Host’s hand up and kissed it softly. “After this I can give you the address and time.”

“It’d be my pleasure to go on a date with you, Dark.”

“It better be.” They teased.

-----

“As expected, Jack’s egos have entered the betting pool after this meeting.” The Host said as they waited for their food.

“I’m assuming Anti voted for ‘fucking’.” Dark responded.

“All of them did.”

They snorted. “Really? That leaves only three for ‘not-fucking’.”

“Unfortunately, and the plan is for Google to ‘test’ a lie detector on me the night before the deadline, and ask me the question.”

“Which you’re going to pass.”

“Correct.” The Host nodded. “Money will be traded between accounts by Google during the start of the year meeting.”

“How high do you think we can get these bets?”

The Host thought for a moment. “I think we could increase the bets by at least a hundred if I arrived to breakfast with you… in your clothes.”

Dark barked out a loud laugh. “That would drive them crazy- but, we can make money from this.”

“Oh?”

“We can subtly push for the ‘fucking’ side, but only if Dr. Iplier promises to give us a cut of his winnings. He’d get more money than he would have if he didn’t make the agreement, win-win for all three of us.”

The Host smiled. “I’ll talk to the doctor about when we get back.”

-----

Dark and The Host casually strolled into the dining room the next morning. Shocked silence met their entrance. They both sat down as if the Host was not blatantly wearing one of Dark’s dress shirts and a pair of his dress pants. Across the room Dr. Iplier was trying not to smile like the co-conspirator he was.

After that incident their game increased, and so did the bets. By December 31st, 2017, the betting pool ended with a total of $32,000.

-----

“Host?” Google_Blue popped his head into the man’s room. “Can I borrow you for a moment?”

The Host paused the audiobook he was listening to. “Of course, what do you need, Blue?”

“We’ve created a lie detector that we believe to be full-proof, so we’re going around with one copy each to test the egos.”

“Alright, come in and we’ll see how it goes.”

The android strode in and stood beside the Host’s chair. “I’m going to grab your arm and ask you a question, alright?”

“Understood.”

“Are you fucking Dark?”

“Right to the point, then?” The Host asked slyly. “But no, I’m not fucking Dark.”

There was a moment of silence as Google watched his internal lie detector. “You’re telling the truth.”

“Of course I am, now, unless you want to dig more into my personal life, you can go.”

“My apologies.” Blue mumbled before turning and leaving.

-----

The next meeting was tense. Dr. Iplier, Wilford, and Google were all looking smug while the others filed in sluggishly, perhaps all lamenting the huge amount of money about to be deducted from their accounts.

Dark could see the other egos smile or frown as Blue moved money around. Once he was done Dr. Iplier looked up.

“Blue, can you deduct 15% of my winnings from my account, and give Dark and the Host 7.5% each?”

“Affirmative.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” Dark smiled.

“WHAT?” Bim demanded.

“The money has already been transferred, the betting game is over.” They said simply.

“You KNEW?” Edgar yelled.

“Of course we knew.” The Host grinned.

“You played us to get some of the prize money using Dr. Iplier!” Bing gasped.

“That we did.” Dark affirmed.

“DARK!” Bim leaped for the demon.

They easily dodged by teleporting next to the Host.

“I’m gonna get you-”

Bim was cut off by the sight of Dark leaning down to kiss the Host on the lips, swiftly followed by them teleporting away.

Chaos erupted behind them.

[sodafrog13]

more of them

[endlcss-possibilities]

Any Time

((I wanted to write some cute softé ™ Dark/Host okay? This is based off a prompt from HERE))

It was the soft, frustrated sound that caught Dark’s attention.

He’d been walking past the Host’s room, on his way to his own, when he’d heard the sound. That’s when he noticed that the door to the Host’s room was slightly open, uncharacteristic of the usual private nature of the blind ego.

A bit worried, Dark eased the door open to see the Host seated at his desk, muttering to himself, an array of bandages spread out on the surface in front of him.

Ah, he was trying to change the bandages that covered his eyes.

Even though they continually bled anyways, overuse of the Host’s powers made his eyes bleed more profusely. And he had been using his powers quite frequently in the past few days.

Dark knocked gently on the door and stepped inside, touching the Host’s shoulder when the other turned to follow the sound of footsteps.

“Let me,” was all Dark said before he sat himself in front of the Host, sliding the roll of clean bandages closer to him. “I’m going to take your old bandages off now, alright?”

The Host just nodded silently and Dark felt two sets of fingers curl in the material of his slacks as the Host braced himself for onslaught of Sight that would come when the bandages were removed.

Dark didn’t say anything, just let the Host fully ground himself before gently unwinding the bandages from around his eyes. He felt the fingers curl tighter and spared one hand to touch the Host’s shoulder in reassurance before going back to what he was doing. Dark took the damp cloth that had also been on the desk and started to wipe the old blood from the Host’s face, taking extra care closer around his eyes.

“Dark knows that the blood will just be back,” The Host said quietly and Dark nodded.

“I do know. That doesn’t mean I can’t make sure your face isn’t clean now,” he said matter-of-factly, picking up the roll of clean bandages so that he could start to bandage the Host’s eyes back up. Tying a neat, firm knot at the back of the other ego’s head, Dark started to clean up, but was stopped by slim fingers curling over his wrist. He looked over to see the Host smiling at him.

“Thank you.”

Dark blinked and looked down, going back to tidying up to hide his answering smile.

“Any time.”

[goatbi]

DarkHost fusion looking up at WilfordMal fusion like the useless twink that DarkHost 

[iamfruitie]

Sensory overload with Host and Dark?

Oooooo~

Added to the list

[fdq666roadie-blog]

Darkiplierfication of Markiplier egos

Actor Dark Darggle Darkcy Darkhost Darkinois Darkmien Wilford Darkstache Murdark

[madhare0512]

Any soare darkhost thoughts?

mm, I have one that involves Dark and Host having a day in where Dark reads and Host writes. they swap what they're doing at the end of it (well, Host swaps and Dark reads aloud) and it's a cute little moment of being involved in each other's interests.

thank you! @meteormoss