#i force him into grayscale but be looks so neat like this

[vorekody]

Drew your dude! (Idk why but I defaulted the outfit color to purple. Idk maybe is stickfish and not fish stick. Sorry if this sucks I’m not really active art wise on the internet so I got nervous drawing this

AWH OMFG THANK YOU?? THIS IS SO SWEET >:0!!

And sh shush it doesn't suck, he's perfect

[knightpilotexchange]

Pinch Hit #3

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Requirements stand as a complete fic or art. Fic must be 1000 words at minimum and posted in full, and art should be neat, legible, and rendered (either color or grayscale is acceptable). Pinch hit deadline would be 11pm EST on Thursday, April 19th.

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spookykingdomstarlight′s requests are as follows:

Request 1 - “Canonverse Future Fic”

In light of TLJ, I would love to see Poe, thrust further up the chain of leadership in the Resistance than he was probably ready for, struggling with the idea of a redeemable Kylo Ren. Maybe at some point, he has asked Rey about what she knows of the new Supreme Leader and is stuck with this knowledge that Rey at one point saw good in him. Then Kylo defects or otherwise helps the Resistance defeat the First Order and Poe is forced to interact with him on the regular and learns that Kylo is even more complicated than Poe had realized. And Poe's feelings about him in return are just as complicated.

For this one, I would prefer that they didn't know one another as youths, and Poe's first impression of him was always their meeting on Jakku and the interrogation afterward. Also, feel free to make Poe's feelings as explicitly romantic or not as you see fit. I'd like them to bend in that direction eventually, but it would be a tall order for a 1000 word minimum to get Poe from seeing Kylo as the enemy to love.

Art prompt: Poe seeing Kylo aboard a Resistance ship or in a Resistance base for the first time post-defection

Request 2 - “Darkside/Imperial Royalty AU”

Perhaps the Empire never fell and for handwave-y reasons Ben is the heir to Naboo and one of the most powerful figures in the Empire. Poe's one of the finest pilots in the Empire, so good he survived long enough to gain the captaincy of a Star Destroyer despite not having gone command track as a cadet. This catches Ben's attention and, when Poe's ship is brought in-system at the orders of Imperial leadership, he decides he wants to meet Poe Dameron. Turns out, Poe is even more interesting than his resume leads Ben to believe...

Art prompt: OTT Nabooian fashion for Ben and austere Imperial uniform for Poe

Request 3 - “Role Reversal AU”

Poe's the Force-sensitive Knight of Ren who has gone good and helped the Resistance/been redeemed and Ben's the Force-null Resistance ace who is drawn to Poe despite himself because he sees something of what he could've been? What would that look like? How would they get to know one another and come to respect and/or care about one another?

Art prompt: I just want to see confident, cool Poe in a Knight of Ren get-up while Ben is forced to hang around in some nerdy orange flightsuit

Request 4 - “Fake Dating Royalty AU”

Heir to the New Alderaanian throne!Ben needs a date to some event, but Leia/the press/people in general is or are onto his tricks (he might have pulled the fake dating schtick a time or two in his life) and so he has to REALLY FOR REAL THIS TIME bring a date. A REAL one. Except who has time for dating when there are so many diplomatic events and political things to attend to? Ben wouldn't know a real date if it bit him on the face. Friend of the family/New Republic hero/all around good egg Poe Dameron offers to be his date and because he's trusted by just about everybody, nobody would ever think that Ben and Poe weren't actually for real dating. It's all going so very well except for how possibly Poe has been pining forever and Ben's a bonehead who never realized he might maybe have been pining for Poe, too.

Art prompt: Embarrassed handholding that Poe is totally into and Ben is mortified by

Other Details:

Max Rating: T/M

DNWs: adultery/cheating, character bashing, historical/mundane/modern/non-canon divergent AUs, kink, porn/smut/sex, unrequested background pairings, underage relationships, blood in an erotic context, Hux

Loves Specifics for Ben/Kylo and Poe: whether redeemed or not, Ben's still kind of a prickly jerk, Poe being a jerk right back if/when necessary

AUs: canon divergent AUs, canon-set AUs where characters might have another occupation, mirror!verse/dark side AUs, role reversal AUs Themes: betrayal (except for cheating/adultery), characters presented with moral/ethical quandaries, finding and encouraging moments of joy in the midst of pain and suffering, loyalty, sacrifice (of self, reputation, others, etc.), "the road to hell is paved with good intentions," unrequited love, what makes good people good and what might make good people do bad things

Tropes: fake dating, five times fic, future/post-canon fic, misunderstandings and miscommunication, pining, power couples

Other Stuff: atmospheric/moody writing, character studies, close platonic relationships, confessions of love/confessions of love via actions taken, irreconcilable differences between characters, melancholic/bittersweet tone, moments of growing intimacy, pre-relationships and shippy gen, realistic romantic moments, sad/unhappy endings, sympathetic portrayals of flawed characters, unreliable narrators, unusual writing styles and POVs, worldbuilding details

[franklyshipping]

Childish Class ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

Another one with the emo boi and the bubblegum bitch 😈🍭 there are gonna be some sweet insults which lead up to a snazzy tickle fight, sfw and however ya wanna interpret it so LET’S GOOO!

The saying “opposites attract” really interests me. In the case of these two particular gentlemen, I would probably replace the word “attract” with collide, or something similar. A personality filled to the brim with elegant tact in the same room as one made entirely from energetic vivacity is bound to result in conflict, like now for instance.

‘You realise that no amount of eyeliner will hide that amount of ugly right?’

Darkiplier’s eyes were narrowed at Wilford Warfstache who was wearing a wide grin as he gently antagonised the well-to-do demon. Dark sneered gently as his steepled fingers tensed in his lap.

'I’m ugly? Says the man with a headache-inducing, neon slug on his face.’

Wilford bristled, his moustache twitching above his lips as Dark’s sneer grew into a grin. Despite the evident seriousness of their tones, all of their statements were in jest, in contradiction to popular belief. Where was the joy in life if you couldn’t poke and tease at those around you? Wilford was slouched into a couch whilst Dark was leant delicately in his armchair, well…it was his unofficially.

'At least I have control over my facial hair, instead of having to rely on our original for such things-’

'Oh you want to talk about relying on things?’

Wilford smirked as Dark’s eyes glittered deviously, they both loved verbally sparring with one another; you may be surprised to know that it relieved them both of their relative stresses, of which there were always many. Dark leant forward slowly.

'You mock being reliant and yet…I often see you being practically completely dependant on a certain Bim Trimmer for, ah now let’s see….’

Wilford shook his head with thickening brows as Dark tapped his chin in thought, his eyes lit up in exaggerated realisation.

'Oh yeah, everything!’

Wilford glared as Dark chuckled melodously, sitting up straight and leaning forward as he grinned with a light teasiness.

'Remind me again who it was that made us popular with Markiplier TV…oh wait, me!’

Dark raised an eyebrow with a smug snicker.

'And who did the fans give more attention to?’

Dark gestured carefully to himself as Wilford bit the inside of his cheek, determined not to fall into a laughing fit as Dark’s eyes shone with his own hidden amusement.

'At least I’m not weak.’

Dark furrowed his brows, lips spreading into a gentle smile as he tilted his head confusedly at Wilford’s ambiguity.

'Oh? To what weakness are you referring?’

Wilford mirrored Dark’s expression, his mind buzzed excitedly as he spoke, with sharp smugness lacing his voice.

'I’m referring to how your composure crumbles when someone’s hand brushes your side…or any other particularly sensitive area.’

Dark’s face fell as Wilford chuckled, a deeply rooted mischievousness blossomed in Wilford’s demeanour as Dark sat rigidly.

'That is…not true.’

Wilford laughed loudly as Dark gritted his teeth together with a slightly nervous expression.

'Oh really? Perhaps I should remind you then!’

'Wha-NO!’

Dark very nearly yelled as Wilford stood and lunged towards him, he jumped from his chair but before he could take a single step a pair of arms wrapped round his torso. The normally neat and collected man struggled in Wilford’s strong hold as he whispered in his ear.

'I’m gonna enjoy this…’

Dark pressed his lips together tightly as Wilford started to scratch over his lower tummy, he shook his body in an attempt to get free but it was no use. Wilford leant into him with a taunting grin.

'Don’t hold out on me Darky…you know I’ll get that laugh sooner or later.’

Dark’s cheeks were beginning to flush at Wilford’s skillful teasing, and as one of Wilford’s hands reached under his shirt to get at his bare belly…his resolve broke.

'Wihihihilfohohord!’

Dark’s stream of chuckling was deep and continuous as Wilford smirked triumphantly.

'There we go! Tickle tickle Darkipoo!’

Dark cackled breathlessly as both of Wilford’s hands squeezed his bare sides, he writhed in Wilford’s grip with a desperate grin.

'Fuhuhuhuhuck ohohoff!’

Wilford chuckled mischievously as he nuzzled into Dark’s neck, making sure his moustache brushed behind his ear delicately.

'Not so reserved and stoic now are we?’

Dark scrunched his neck in earnest as a small growl jumped from his throat, lips spread widely as his laughter rose up an octave.

'Stahahahap ihihihit! Nohohohohow!!!’

Dark tried to sound insistent, but the incessently joyful sounds he elicited ended up hindering him slightly.

'Oh hell no, I’m just getting started!’

Wilford smirked as he lifted Dark’s shirt up more so he could dig into his prominent ribcage, Dark screeched as his knees buckled thus sending the pair of them to the floor.

'NAHAHAHAHA WIHIHILFOHOHORD!’

Wilford yelped in surprise as he and Dark fell to the floor. He’d tried to keep his fingers animated, but as they’d fallen Dark had managed to twist away from him. Said man had caught his breath in record time as he stared at Wilford, his lips morphing into a determined sneer as he pounced. He seized Wilford’s wrists, making his eyes widen as he tried tugging harshly.

'You’d better let me go or I swear I-’

'You’ll what?’

Wilford gulped as Dark cut him off, grinning excitedly at Wilford’s nervousness.

'I don’t think you’re in any position to threaten me. On that note…’

Dark suddenly yanked Wilford towards him, with the way they’d landed Dark was sat up on the floor which allowed him to pull Wilford so that his back was in his lap. Perfect. Dark wasted no time in transferring Wilford’s wrists to one hand as the other curled round to tickle his belly ruthlessly.

'Dahahahark wahahahahait!!!’

Wilford squirmed and giggled heavily as Dark gazed down at him, a teasing smirk in place as he cooed.

'Awww what’s wrong? Can’t take what you dish out?’

Wilford flushed and his giggles made his chest shake as he tried to curl into a ball.

'Shuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhup!’

Dark snickered as Wilford became increasingly more flustered, he decided to pull Wilford’s arms above his head which also forced him to look at Dark’s face. Which totally helped.

'What a blush, I never thought I had this effect on you Wilford…I’m flattered.’

'FUHUCK YOU!’

Dark laughed when Wilford gave him an attempted glare through his embarrassed state. Dark hummed to himself as he wrapped an arm round Wilford’s forearms and held the other up in the air. Wilford eyes followed it like a hawk as it slowly began to descend, and his struggles were renewed as the teasing fingers inched towards his underarm.

'Dark don’t I swear to-FAHAHAHACK!’

Dark scribbled into one of Wilford’s hollows making him wail and throw his head back harshly.

'Last time I checked there wasn’t a deity called 'faaack’, but I can always ask Google later.’

Dark commented nochalantly as tears began streaming down Wilford’s cheeks.

'YOHOHOHOU AHAHASSHOHOLE!’

Wilford yelled as he gave one last tug to his arms, and to Wilford’s utter joy and relief they came free. Dark had been too pre-occupied with his smug teasing to maintain a decent grip, Wilford grinned as Dark’s eyes widened worriedly.

'You’re in for it now bitch!’

Dark tried to scramble away with a premature grin on his face, but Wilford snarled and grasped his legs tightly. The moustached man shifted so his torso was lying on Dark’s thighs as he faced his knees with a sharp grin.

'You should know better Dark…you really should….’

Dark’s breath shattered down his throat as he realised where Wilford was…but surely he wouldn’t? He wouldn’t go for his worst spot…right?

'You wouldn’t dare….’

Wilford turned to him, his entire form was the embodiment of devious defiance as they locked eyes. Warning and mischief flying through the air like bullets as Dark repressed a gentle shiver at his wide smirk.

'Of all the people in the world…you know I would.’

With that, Wilford’s fingertips fluttered behind Dark’s knees. If you were an outsider you would undoubtedly think that a highly grotesque murder was being commited, due to the sounds that left Dark’s mouth.

'NAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHE!!!’

He screamed incoherently and hit out at Wilford’s legs in desperation, he felt as if his entire body was being put into shock. Wilford meanwhile, was having the time of his life.

'I can’t even imagine how bad this must be….how bad it must tickle.’

Wilford’s voice swooped and settled in Dark’s ears, bringing a wine coloured flush to his regular grayscale complexion.

'IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHA!!!’

Wilford only laughed as he scratched and squeezed his kneecaps, relishing in Dark’s vivacious undoing. However, after a few moments Wilford jumped. And he paled. For something, had fluttered against the sole of his foot. He paused his work as he turned…oh how he wished he hadn’t.

'Big mistake Wilford…’

Dark, in a delirious daze of glee, suddenly latched onto Wilford’s ankles whilst pulling his own legs free from under him. The owner of which was protesting earnestly though anticipatory giggles as Dark grinned breathlessly. He brought Wilford’s socked feet so that they were sole-up in his lap and crossed his legs so Wilford’s shins were encased. Wilford lay on his front, encaptulated with fearful anticipation.

'Nononono Dark don’t do thihihis!’

Wilford clamped on his bottom lip as Dark stroked his soles lightly, despite his dishevelled state he still radiated control and sophistication; especially in his position of control.

'But I simply must….such ticklish feet can’t be neglected now can they?’

Dark snickered as he maintained his torturous lightness, knowing how it was driving Wilford crazy. Delicacy tended to do that. Dark knew that keeping Wilford giggling was a far better approach than driving him to hysteria, because it allowed his embarrassment to peak beautifully.

'Shuhuhut thehe hehehell uhuhup dahahammihit!’

Wilford squeaked as shapes and patterns were traced over his soles, his face was screwed as he was forced to listen to his own snorts and embarrassing noises; this truly was torture.

'Awww, is Wilfy getting all blushy from the teases?’

Dark peeled Wilford’s sock’s off and scratched gently at his arches, Wilford shook as bubbly laughter streamed from him; his embarrassment was indeed peaking.

'Plehehehease! Ihihihit’s tohoho muhuhuhuch!!!’

Wilford wailed softly as Dark fluttered under his toes, despite them trying to scrunch Dark made sure to hold them back; he wanted to get to every millimetre of sensitive skin….and he did.

'Coochie coo Wilfy….are you going to think twice about trying to best me in the future?’

Wilford squealed as Dark scribbled over the balls of his feet, but his cheeky nature meant his eyes glittered as he spoke.

'Nohohohoho prohohomihihises!!!’

Dark hummed momentarily. That wasn’t the answer he’d been looking for, but it was definately the one that he realised he wanted.

'I guess I can live with that.’

Wilford gasped as Dark withdrew his fingers and released his legs, he pulled them away and sent Dark a glare which made him chuckle deeply. Both of their heads of hair were mussed and their complexions were brushed with light pink, they both breathed deeply and relished in the air that they both needed. Wilford’s eyes twinkled as he spoke.

'You know I hate you right?’

Dark grinned widely at Wilford’s words, since the speaker bore a wide smile too.

'Yes. And I hate you too-’

'Oh Dark!’

Dark narrowed his eyes as Wilford fluttered his lashes flirtatiously, holding a hand against his chest. Dark smirked and gave him a heavy shove, Wilford only fell into a laughing fit as he flopped on the floor. They both laughed. Hearing two people laugh together for the same reason is honestly such a beautiful thing, only Wilford and Dark heard their collective mirth though. On this occasion however…I’d say that was most appropriate.

Ohhh i really need to write something romantic between these two lil doves 😄 Anyway, hope ya like it + tell me if ya did, luv yous xx