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[danifandxm]

guys

I've been thinking

Since Mark got rid of.... Dark and Wilford....

Things like the cult stuff has been happening.... {Ex. The Black-Eyed "Mark," and now (possibly, we cant be sure) the Weird country/wild west esque ego from Markiplier TV whose name always escapes me... }

Do you think it's some form of a restart??? Like the whole... Thing/world/whatever with the egos is rebooting itself now that two of them are gone..?

[gottawriteanegoortwo]

Darkstache Week: Day One - Decorating & Pumpkin Carving

Other Days: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven Ao3 Link

It’s that time of year - Darkstache Week! The entire week is Hallowe’en themed, which is perfect for me. If you haven’t already, check out the prompt list here!

Not only is it Dark and Wilford's first big party that they've hosted together as a couple, it's Dark's first time actually celebrating Hallowe'en. Wilford has taken it upon himself to teach Dark as much as he can to make this the best Hallowe'en ever! 

First lesson: decorations, and how to carve a pumpkin!

This is also available to read on Ao3.

Word Count: 1,219

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Six days until the party. 

There was a buzz of activity in Wilford and Dark's home. They had moved in together during the summer, and this would be their first big 'event' they hosted as a couple in their own home. A Hallowe'en party that would double as a belated housewarming party, what a strange combination!

Wilford had been nervous to suggest the idea to Dark. The entity was quite serious and didn't see the point of most holidays people celebrate together, even going as far as avoiding parties with the other egos; but this appeared to be an exception. The ego with the reputation for being the 'spooky' one agreed to the idea of a Hallowe'en party. However...

"I'm not really sure how much help I will be helping you prepare. I've only ever watched Hallowe'en roll by from a distance."

"Y've never celebrated Hallowe'en before?"

"I'm afraid not."

Wilford's eyes darted aside in thought. When he returned his focus to his boyfriend, inspiration had struck. "Then I gotta teach ya! We got plenty of time! Yer gonna be a great party host by th’ end of th’ week!"

-

Dark didn't want to know how long Wilford had been collecting decorations as the reporter dragged out a large box from a closet. Each item that was taken out was examined and put in one of two bundles: "Decorations", or "Back To Storage". It was a nice chance for Wilford to show Dark different decorations and what could be done with them. Dark had even started lifting ornaments that he thought should be put on display. Wilford never once objected, too excited to see his partner getting invested.

A small bundle protected by tissue paper and bubble wrap caught Dark's eye. Everything else had been carefully stored in the box, but none had been protected to the same extent. Whatever it was, it was important. The layers were undone to reveal a bright pink ceramic pumpkin that would normally take place on Wilford's desk. Wilford, who was partially tangled up in his orange and black bunting in his attempt to open it out, stretched out to snatch and scoop up the little figure.

"Patricia, my little darlin’! I was wonderin' where I'd putcha!" It was nuzzled against his chin in a loving, albeit dramatic, hug. Then, he paused as he looked at Dark with wide eyes. "Speakin' of pumpkins… have ya ever carved one? I can show ya!"

"No. But I thought you said when you brought them home that we were doing the official carving on Hallowe'en night."

"Oh yeah, I did. But! I said I'm gonna teach ya all 'bout Hallowe'en. And then we can start decorating the living room. ‘Bout time we took a break anyways." He reached out and gently pulled Dark onto his feet. The bunting adorned reporter eagerly led Dark into the kitchen and made him sit at the table. Patricia was left on the counter as Wilford retrieved two pumpkins a little larger than a grapefruit. Dark had quickly cleared the table and covered the surface with old newspaper and worn out tea towels. 

"Th' first step with pumpkin carvin' is ta cut a hole at th' top an' scoop out th' gooey bits, but I did that already." He tilted them both down to reveal the loose lids. Dark confirmed as much when he accepted the offered pumpkin and uncapped it to reveal the hollowness. "Which means it's onto th' fun part - carvin'! Here, take a marker." Two black Sharpies were plucked out of his shirt pocket, with one quickly passed to Dark. Interestingly, the second one was put down as Wilford instead gave his full attention to Dark. 

"What ya wanna do is draw a face. Y'know: two eyes, a nose, a big mouth? Stick with triangles an' big shapes. It's easier ta cut 'em out later." He used his index finger to trace a triangle on the newspaper in between them.

"Is there a certain face I'm to draw?"

"Nah. Whatever makes ya happy. If ya do slanty triangles ya can make th' pumpkin look angry. See?" This time, he remembered there was a spare marker and lightly drew on the newspaper. "Or ya can draw one of them equal sided triangles ta make it look happier. Oh! An' th' mouth is fun. Zig-zags can give it fangs, an' square-zags can give it a goofy smile." All the while, Dark nudged his chair closer to Wilford so he could rest his head on the other's shoulder. It was refreshing when Wilford was able to talk in length about interests that fascinated him.

"You know a lot about Hallowe'en," he casually commented. 

"I love Hallowe'en. All that candy lying around? An excuse to wear whatever I want? A chance ta prank without gettin' in trouble? Why would I not love it? An' I think yer gonna like it too."

"I'm sure I will, especially since you'll be teaching me everything I know." It was the right thing to say. The reporter's laughter was warm as he kissed the top of Dark's head.

-

The afternoon passed by peacefully. Wilford had decided to play some Hallowe'en music as they worked on their pumpkins while chatting. His pumpkin was untouched as he helped Dark carve. There were certain techniques that made cutting with the knife a lot easier, as well as tricks to help break larger shapes into smaller, easier to cut pieces. It was only once Dark was feeling more confident to work independently that Wilford finally started his.

"What do you think?" Dark put the steak knife down and spun the pumpkin around to show Wilford. The little pumpkin flashed a wonky, fanged grin with its mismatched triangular eyes. "It's not the neatest, I know, but -"

"What are ya talkin' 'bout? It's perfect! That's a fella who looks all cute an' innocent but'll bite year hand if ya get too close. He's gonna look great in th' living room -"

"Wait, what? You didn't say anything about this being on show. It's going to be rotting by then!" Dark's surprise was quickly shaken off as he remembered he was talking to Wilford. These pumpkins would likely never rot. But Wilford didn't react, whether he genuinely wasn't listening or opted to ignore the protestation. He had lifted Dark's pumpkin to examine it better, and placed a light kiss above the eyes.

"It's yer first pumpkin. Of course Percy’s gettin' pride of place!" 

“Percy?” Dark snorted.

“Th’ name of our son. Our little pride an’ joy. Our bouncing pumpkin boy!” Wilford hugged his 'child' close, relishing the hint of embarrassment on Dark's face.

"What about your pumpkin, then?"

"Oh yeah." Briefly forgetting his own pumpkin existed, Wilford put Percy down so he could lift his own and pass it to Dark. "It's a present - yer first decoration fer yer office!" The entity turned it around so he could see the carving for himself. Instead of a face, there were several hearts of varying sizes.

"Wilford, this is lovely but… it's not at all what you were teaching me."

"I know that," Wilford wrapped an arm around Dark's shoulder and tugged him close, "this is my way of showin' how ya light my heart on fire!"

The laugh from Dark was worth the corny joke.

[the-moon-pal]

M.... mayb...e w-wilfo rd wants...;; a litol... kis s y....

[nyan-bynary]

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[astronomicalegotism]

Unlikely Partnership

Revenge Is Best Served Together (Book One)

Part Seventeen

Anti snarled and shoved his hands in his jean pockets, glaring at the suit of armour as he passed it. Okay, so maybe when he'd stormed out of the room with Mad and Blank it hadn't crossed his mind that he didn't actually know where Darkiplier's office was and now he may or may not be lost. Whatever, he'll figure it out.

Who designed this stupid place anyways? It's just hallway after hallway after- Anti back-pedalled.

Didn't I literally just pass that suit of armour?

"Oh for fuCKS-" Anti screamed and threw a knife at the armour, only for it to ricochet off and be sent back towards himself. Oops.

Anti quickly glitched out of he way and cursed. He could practically hear Schneeplestein's scolding tone in his head. Anti shivered at the thought. God help me I'm growing attached.

"Geez, you got something against antiques or what?" Anti tensed and snapped his head around to face the unimpressed looking Iplier Ego holding his knife. Anti didn't recognise them at all (Not that he watches Markiplier's videos or anything) so they were probably from one of the one off video ones or something. Maybe one of the ones Marvin hangs out with but always denies doing? He had Mark's black hair that was slicked to the side professionally, although it was actually a bit longer than what Anti remembered. (Must be a prehair dye obsession Ego) He had smart looking glasses rested on his nose and a taunting smirk on his face that instantly annoyed Anti. He kind of looked like a nerdy off brand Darkiplier if Anti was honest, add some monochrome skin and bad temper and you got yourself a double.

Not that that's saying much considering they all have the same face...

"Why are you wearing a suit?" Anti asked bluntly, looking him up and down. It gave the ego a simulationously professional and yet cheap aura. The suit was either second hand or brought from a coustume shop. He was effortlessly trying too hard, Anti had to give him that.

"Hey you don't see me asking why you look like a 90s Halloween movie reject so what give you the right to question my life choices?" Was the snarky response. Great, just what he needed, he'd run into a sassy idiotic side character. Anti grit his teeth. Don't kill him don't make a scene Mad said to do this carefully murder is not careful Anti-

"Touché." Anti forced out, debating whether or not glitching away would count as suspicious activity. The Iplier Egos Probably thought that he was working with Darkiplier, he couldn't give away any clues that suggested otherwise or he'd be done for. Running-No wait, avoiding the Ego for no good reason would make it seem like he was up to something. Or wait, maybe he wanted to look like he was up to something? Fuck this was confusing.

"What are you, constipated?" The Iplier asked, bringing Anti back to earth. Right, staring at someone in dead silence probably isn't normal. Anti opened his mouth to respond (With what he had no idea) but he was casually cut off. Deep breaths. "Anyways! You're Anti right? Wonderful, Absolutely wonderful! Bit of a strange name though, Antisepticeye? Suppose it can't be helped, What with being a fan creation and not an individual idea and that, Though you'd think that maybe thousands of people would be able to think of a better name wouldn't you?"

"Excuse me-" Anti snarled, now clutching a new knife tightly and taking a step forwards threatening. The Iplier Ego's voice heightened in pitch a little at the movement.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you either way, I'm Bim Trimmer of course, No doubt you've heard about me though?" What is it with this guy and rhetorical questions Jesus Christ- "Actually wait, You're not supposed to be here! Septics aren't allowed here, WIL-" Trimmer's eyes went wide as Anti glitched in front of him, covering his mouth and pressing his knife to his throat.

"Don't. Say. Another. Word." Anti hissed. Trimmer nodded nervously before disappearing, now standing a few feet away from Anti and brushing off imaginary dust from his suit, eyeing him cautiously. Anti gaped for a few seconds before throwing the knife at Trimmer, mainly out of frustration. "Oh come on!!" Anti screamed, Trimmer backing away a little bit more.. Of course he could teleport, because the universe just didn't want to give him a fucking break did it?!

"What are you doing here? What do you want?!" Trimmer asked, obviously trying to get his volume down at least. Questions questions questions GOD THIS GUY WAS GETTING ON HIS NERVES! Anti gripped at his hair tightly, his form glitching violently out of anger and Trimmer let out a little started squeak in response. This was ridiculous, this whole situation was completely fucking ridiculous.

"Darkiplier is going to kill all of us and use our powers to get even stronger and control everyone, and you're asking me what I'm doing?!" Anti let out an involuntary giggle at the ridiculousness of it all, although he could feel rage bubbling up inside him. Trimmer  tensed up a little, but his eyes narrowed dangerously. As if he was a threat to Anti. Yeah right.

"Dark is trying to do what?" Trimmer asked, his eyebrows mocking. He scoffed, "You're not serious. Just because you and Darkiplier have this weird thing going on," He used air quotes, who the fuck uses air quotes, "Doesn't mean that he's trying to kill us all. How do I know you aren't just saying this to incriminate him?" We are talking about the same Darkiplier right? God that prick has everyone wrapped around his little finger doesn't he.

"Aw aren't you Darkiplier's widdle loyal soldier?" Anti coed, stepping closer to the Iplier Ego. "News flash numbskull, Your Little Darkipoo isn't everything you think he is." Trimmer swallowed harshly and Anti grinned.

"God you're even more insane then you look if you honestly think I'll believe you." Trimmer snapped, unnecessarily aggressively in Anti opinion. Someone's a little defensive.

"Whatever, I don't have time for this. Do you know where Darkiplier's office is?" Trimmer laughed darkly in response to his question. Hah, darkly. Dark. Get it?

"Like I'd tell you." Trimmer spat, puffing his chest out and speaking like he was doing the world such a noble service by being complete FUCKING ASSHAT-

Anti's eye flashed green dangerously in warning. Time to see if Trimmer really was an idiot or not.

"Guess I'll just have to get the directions out of you another way then." Anti snarled, shrugging causally, his voice distorted and threatening.  Trimmer flinched at him, but didn't move.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Wilford's been training me as his apprentice you know? I can create pocket dimensions too and trust me, you don't want to mess that. I mightn't be on the same level as you power wise, but in polecat dimensions I can shift reality however I want, I can amplify my powers to match yours!" Anti eyes widened minusculy. Wilford's Pocket dimensions were what Dark was using to steal their energy or whatever with (Or at least that's what he was theorising, he actually honestly had no idea what was going on) and that's where the Creators are trapped. If Trimmer can also influence pocket dimensions too, maybe Anti could put a stop to all this without being violent? Or well, he'd probably still be violent regardless but the thought was nice. Maybe he should take a leap out of Darkiplier's book and try a little slide of manipulation? Okay uh, he needed to find a weakness to exploit. Trimmer's blind faith in the Heart and Soul of Markiplier's channel maybe? He definitely seemed to hero worship the walking corpse and pink psycho, thats for sure. But maybe he should try find something else?

"Oh really? You? You can manipulate pocket dimensions? Don't make me laugh." Anti tested. Bim's face turned a shade of red and he clenched his fists. Boom bada Bingo, Bim Trimmer is an Ego with an ego problem.

"Yes, me! I bet you don't know the first thing about pocket dimensions!" Oh my god this was too easy. He was starting to understand why Darkiplier tended to take this route. Okay, time to get some answers.

"Oh yeah well, I know that in pocket dimensions, the laws of time and space and shit don't apply, so you can do whatever you want to who ever is in there. And, once you create a pocket dimension, you can pass on control of that dimension to someone else for them to use." Anti smirked smugly. He knew that information from experience, it was what was happening right now so there was no possible way-

"Oh ho ho, Is that so?" Anti's eyes snapped back up to the laughing ego, taken back. "Who told you that garbage? You can't pass on the control of a pocket dimension to some one that doesn't have the ability to manipulate them moron." Trimmer rolled the r's dramatically but Anti couldn't even find himself to be irritated because what the Fuck. Okay yeah, screw manipulation.

"But that doesn't make any fucking sense, then how come Natemare and Shit can supposedly manipulate Wilford's pocket dimensions?! That's a major fucking hole in Darkiplier's plan if the whole reason why he's gathered us is for us to use the dimensions and torment the Creators!" Trimmer's had paled significantly at Anti's words but the glitch demon just ignored him. His mind was reeling from confusion, they apparently weren't in control of the pocket dimensions?

"Wh-What?" Trimmer spluttered. "What the hell are you talking about?" Anti held up a finger to him, squeezing his eyes shut.

"No okay wait, Shut up for once." If What Bim said is true, that means that Wilford was still controlling the pocket dimensions, but if that was the case they would know since the dimensions weren't doing what the wanted them to do, which means that Wilford somehow knew exactly what they wanted to do the exact second it happens and the only way that's possible is...

Fuck.

"Wilford is in our heads. When we're in the pocket dimensions, he's reading our minds. Mad knows that I left the room to go stop Darkiplier and if since Wilford can read Mad's mind he-SHIT!!" Wilford knows that he's going to try stop Darkiplier and of course he would of told Darkiplier since he's his right hand man until the end that loyal bastard!! There goes his element of surprise, Darkiplier probably already knows he's coming. He needed to get to Darkiplier's office now.

"Uh...What-"

"I said SHUT UP!!" Bim's mouth slammed shut harshly.  Anti's breathing was short and quick as his nails angrily dig into his palms. "I don't know what the fuck Darkiplier wants, power, an army, but whatever it is it's not good news, and he's going to be using Natemare, MadPat,  me and that weird Blank guy to achieve it. I don't care what sob story Darkiplier is feeding you, he's bad news got it?! So grow a fucking spine and help me, because no matter how loyal you are to him, he is not the same to you! We're all just fucking toys to him, stepping stones for him to get what he wants and I am not letting that edgy bastard win. So are you going to stay one of his little disposable soldiers or are you going to fucking help me?!" He didn't have time he was running out of time Darkiplier was going to kill him he needed to do it first-

"Wait, Blank?" Anti blinked. That's the part he focused on?

"What about him?" Anti asked impatiently, his foot tapping so fast that it was blurring.

"What about-He's My friend!"

"I'm sorry, How is this relevent?" Anti would never admit it but the dirty look the Trimmer just gave him will haunt his nightmares for a good few weeks.

"I...If what you're saying is true, he could be in serious trouble. He's never been the same, ever since Dark offered to train him which was weird since I didn't think Dark liked Blank but uh...if Blank is involved in...whatever the hell this all is I can only imagine it's bad." Now look, Anti wasn't one to count all his chickens before they hatched but...

"So does this mean you'll help me?" Anti asked, fingers crossed on one hand and the other ready to summon a knife. You know, just in case. Trimmer narrowed his eyes.

"I don't trust you, and I want to hear the full story of what's happening first but, I owe Blank my life. I'll help. But the second I smell bullshit, I'm turning you in to Dark and you can be his problem." Bim pointed a threatening finger at Anti but he couldn't care less.

"Yeah Yeah Whatever, so will you tell me where Dark's office is?" Trimmer frowned, considering which was bullshit because didn't he literally just say he'd help?”

"You said Dark probably knows you're out to get him right?" Trimmer asked, smiling slightly. Why the fuck was he smiling?!

"So?!"

"So, you need to do the opposite of what Dark will expect you to do! Obviously Dark would expect the first thing you would do is barge into his office, knives swinging and screaming." Anti's eye twitched, But it's not like he could deny it.

"So, What do you suggest I do?" Oh yeah, that asshole was definitely smirking now, fuck him. Trimmer pushed up his glasses, the light glinting off them making him look like an anime character.

"We did to do something completely unexpected, something Dark would never think you'd do."

"And what the fuck would that be genius?!" Anti hissed.

"Why, something smart of course! Dark would never see it coming!"  Trimmer flashed him a too perfect smile and raised his hands dramatically and it finally clicked to Anti where he was from. Oh my God I'm teamed up with psychopathic game show host Jr. "Its a good thing you bumped into me isn't it? After all, how on earth would you manage to not royally screw everything up without me?"

Yeah it's offical.

Anti fucking hates rhetorical questions

“Come on Then Turtle Boy! Dark's office is a bit of a walk from here, we can talk about a plan while we walk. Or well, I’ll come up with a plan, you can just nod your head in agreement and compliment me, that works too. Hope it’s not too much work for you though!” As Anti glared daggers into Bim's retreating form, he wondered if stopping Darkiplier was really worth all the trouble. Although since apparently he was the only damn person in the entire world that was actually competent enough to save it, he guessed he didn’t have much of a choice. Besides, maybe if he stopped Dark and figured out what he was doing he’d be able to twist everything around in his favour. He definitely wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like this.

He just hoped that he wouldn’t give in to the urge to slit Trimmer's throat until he got what he wanted.

[i-hyperfixate-too-much]

The Wings

So. I was doodlin. And i got an Idea. SO WOP.

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They had grown randomly, and Dark had been awake for every minute of it. The cold skin on his back tearing as the new appendages grew. His aura dull with pain. He watched as the black wings stretched out. There was barely any color, just shimmering in the patten that looked all too similar to shattered glass. The shards barely moved, but reflected the light. As Dark looked at them through his mirror he saw they were reflecting something different back. He squinted his eyes and looked closer, realizing that they were showing the manor. He saw himself.... his old friends drinking.... He saw Wilfo-......William. Shooting Mark.... He saw Abe, Falling over, holding his gut as the blood poured through it. He saw Wil, holding his arm out to catch him..... He saw it all. Every minute in that godforsaken mansion. The Affair. Their fight. Every single minute of it. He saw those stupid twins investigating. Finding.... something... the shards were too small, Dark couldn't see. He closed his Eyes and turned away. He had to get rid of them. He grabbed one and tugged on it. Seeing just how painful it would be. A soft burning sensation covered his back. He sighed, knowing that he wasn't getting them off himself. He looked at them, and he started to see something different. He saw the Host. And Himself. And Wilford. It was their headquarters. Meetings, reflecting in his wings. And then he saw... one of the Jims. Reporting, like they usually did. But it wasn't at their headquarters. They were out and about, there was something in the camera. Something connected to him. He saw the Jims talking to the camera. Not like a recording. Just like.... normal.... like it was a person... Dark growled as he looked away from his wings... why?

[darkiplierknowsbest]

A concept: Wilford becomes a human-sized moustache the more upset he becomes. /// Dark: Wilfo- /// Wilford: *you only see pink hair hushing by and mumbles which let the whole thing bob up and down*

(sO B CORRECT)

[bluebirdiesong]

Wilford: Do you even know what sex IS?

King: Now really I- don't change the- is it a kind of cake? 

[kingoftherookery]

"YAY! UNCLE WILFO,UNCLE WILFO!"The kid gives a happy giggle and runs to take his tiny backpack,to fill it will candy and toys.

Anti smiles softly at his child's antics. "Now we can't get too much candy from Wilford because it'll make you sick. And we can't have Da know about this. Alright?"

[daggerkid]

The Past and Present

“Uncle Wilford! Uncle Wilfo~ord!” A little dyed red head and a pretend crown bobbed around a table corner to meet a lounging pink mustachioed fellow of considerable silliness looking at a very sharp knife. The two children looked quite excited and the man’s interest was piqued. He smiled, mustache lifting slightly, and waggled his eyebrows.

“Well then, Yan and King, whatcha need, hm?” Wilford put away his knife, sitting himself up and over to get down to the pair’s level. Yandere presented an old Polaroid picture, looking quite excited. Wilford recognized it immediately furrowing his brows and lightly taking it from the child’s grasp. “Where’d you two find this?” His dark brown eyes never left the photo.

“Yan and I found it in the attic when we were looking for Rufus!” King answered with enthusiasm. The peanut butter on his face dripped down onto the carpet, and normally Wilford would ‘punish’ him by giving him the tickle fight of his life. But the man was currently lost in memory with a small half smile on his lips. He suddenly looked up, eyebrow raised.

“Who’s Rufus?” Wilford looked between the two, a little bewildered.

“He’s a squirrel,” Yan answered. Wilford nodded, looking around the room like something was watching him. He lifted the picture, smiling at them both.

“Well this certainly was a find. I thought it had been lost,” Wilford clicked his tongue, lifting the photo for further examination. “I wonder if Dark still remembers this…” King suddenly snorted. Wilford looked down at him. “Got somethin’ up your nose, your majesty?”

“No!” King giggled into his hand, getting peanut butter all over it. “Why did uncle Dark look like that?” Wilford looked at the photo.

“You mean his sense of style has changed?” This remark got an outburst of laughter from the two. Wilford chuckled, himself. “Well, I would think it was because he wanted to keep up with the 'aesthetic’ of being,” Wilford rolled his eyes and lifted his hands to form quotation marks, “'Darkness’. Really it was just him brooding,” Wilford shook his head. “He was certainly odd, still is. You know he still wears those band tee-shirts?” The kids looked shocked. Wilford was practically bubbling with laughter.

“How come we’ve never seen them!!” Yan shouted, King nodding in vigorous agreement.

“It’s because he thinks he can keep it a secret. But ol’ Wilford Warfstache has known him much longer than anyone else here! And no secret of his is safe with me. Here, I’ll prove it. Follow me.” The pink mustachioed man stood up, beckoning the children to follow him out of the room and into the large halls of the building they all shared. Wilford brought his knife back out, smiling like Yan and King after being slipped some candy.

“Oh Darkie~”

“Wilford how many times–”

“Yeah, yeah! Just come over here! I think I’ve finally figured out a solution to taking over the channel,”

“Oh really? Why do I not believe you?”

“Just come here!”

A flash of metal and a small pop of buttons had the entire hall in pause and silence. A soft ringing began to sound itself off, but it was long forgotten when the sounds of laughter filled the halls. Dark’s teeth were grit and he looked very angry. His hands were gripping his dress shirt to try and hide what was underneath, but it was too late.

“I told you he still wore em!” Wilford grinned, laughing along with the two children. They were practically rolling on the floor. Dark’s eyes flashed to Wilford.

“Is this the game we’re going to play?” Dark suddenly smiled, folding his hands behind his back to reveal even more of the shirt. His eyes were narrowed. “Then I suppose the children would like to know that your mustache has literally taken years to grow?” Wilford’s eyes widened and suddenly the two were grasping the other’s clothing, glaring daggers at each other.

“That’s not true!”

“Oh really? Then what would happen, say by some accident, it was suddenly shaved off tomorrow? You could easily grow it back, right Wilford?”

“You better not, emo boy!”

“I am not an emo!”

“THEN EXPLAIN THE SHIRTS UNDER YOUR SUIT!”

“I DON’T NEED TO EXPLAIN ANYTHING TO YOU! I THINK AFTER ALL THESE YEARS EVERYONE DESERVES TO KNOW WHY YOU DYE YOUR MUSTACHE!”

“HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF SUCH SLANDER, BLACK PARADE!”

“UNCLE WILL AND DARK!!!”

“WHAT?!?”

“You two are dorks” Yan said. He and King both grinned.

“But you’re our dorks!” They both ran forwards, hugging the two men that were still grappling each other.

“Don’t touch me”

“Maybe a little love is what Brood needs, kids” Wilford grinned. Dark snarled.

“WILFORD!!!”

Inspired by a post I saw about Dark still wearing band tees

[franklyshipping]

There was a small thud as Wilfoe fulled fell off of the couch. He was unfazed, though, simply shifting position so he was sprawled over the floor haphazardly. Someone wake him up before he causes someone to trip over. ~Warf

*I N H A L E S* WIIIIIILFOOOOOOOOOORD!!! 😆😆💜💜

[twistedsoulsandthebodies]

/continuing previous rp\ Anti freezes, not being able to control Wil. “Now now, Wilfo- ilford. Play nice-ice"

He laughed a bit “Now why would I do that, it’s more fun this way~” He cooed

[dxrkmirxge]

“Wilfo—-?” He started and his eyes widened when he saw the other in front of him. How had he found him? But all those questions disappeared when he suddenly felt wilfords lips against his own.

He immediately melted into it and placed his hands on top of wilfords, gently kissing back. His heart made little jumps again and he couldn’t help but pull Wilford closer and inside his room.

As soon as Wilford saw Dark, all thoughts flew out the window -because of course they would. He immediately threw himself at Dark, hands gently falling onto Dark’s cheeks, and he kissed him.

He was desperate, he wanted to say sorry, that he loved him, that he missed him, to please come back home with him. But, instead he just kissed Dark without thinking at all, holding him gently, relaxing as he did from the tenseness and worry he had felt while searching for Dark.

[lum1natrix]

Wilfo-- 👀🗡

sssshhh, don’t tell anyone ;D

[little-owly]

Little!Wilford refusing to go to bed until CG!Author writes him a bed time story

YES AAAA I LOVE THIS SO MUCH??? ❤️❤️❤️okay, little wilfo//rd is being so difficult, already in his jammies but not wanting to sleep. he sucks on his pink paci and cries, "no sleepies" he whines. author sits down, wearing a really stereotypical dad outfit, like a house robe or pants with a sweater vest, and starts writing away. writing a bed time story filled with colorful descriptions of far away lands for little wilfo//rd. finally author looks up from narration and writing to see his little pink baby boy asleep, smiling as he writes out "the end" aaaaaaaaaa i need more of this yall