#Seer Celine

[southerndragontamer]

Egotober Day 30: Witch

Celine had been called a witch many times. She’d found her abilities early when her and Damien had been young. And she honestly liked the dark gothic aesthetic and style. She’d also been called an ice queen but witch was much more common. It was mostly in childish insults or whispers around her, there were very few that dared to shout it in her face for fear of what she’d do to them. But one of those few it turned out was her husband.

It had been another argument, for what reason she couldn’t remember clearly now as she stalked through the manor with anger bubbled in her veins. But the last part of it rang in her head like the echo of a gunshot. ‘Don’t you try to play innocent with me you conniving witch!’ Her hands shook as she threw her suitcase open. She felt the burn in her veins, the sparks of energy at her fingertips. She wanted to show him what the word really meant. What someone could do with powers like hers. But Celine still loved the proud man she’d fallen for, she didn’t want to hurt him that way at least. But she needed to leave, at least long enough to cool them both off….

Dark blinked once as the memory faded to the back of his mind from where it had been brought out. As he looked at the so called ‘hero’ in front of him. Still in that stupid red suit with that arrogant smirk on his face at what had left his lips. ‘Celine was nothing but a conniving witch!’ Dark’s face twisted in a mocking sneer as he loosened his stance and moved forward in a predatory prowl. The righteous anger of a protective brother filled his words as a hand clenched into a fist.

“A witch was she? Little more than someone who performed parlor tricks or was someone to blame when things went wrong? Well..”

Dark had a vicious pleasure summer in his veins that was shared three fold as he felt the bastard’s nose crack under his fist. As he watched him fall to the ground. He smirked as he felt the brother step back. As his body shifted and changed to match the pulse of fury that only a scorned and betrayed woman was capable of making.

She looked more elegant, the suit fell against her curves with a sensual sort of ferocity. Dark rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck as she set her heel on his throat. Magic, so much stronger, darker than it had been before leapt into her hands with barely a thought. She smirked at the furious, shocked and…..yes afraid look on Actor’s face. He hadn’t expected to deal with her and the strength of venom in her voice, if it had been possible, would have killed him from necrosis ten times over.

“Maybe I should show you how much of a witch I really am.”

[melancholypancakes]

Author note: Here's a love triangle script i made with Mark, Y/n and Dark.

We all know why Y/n chooses Dark ;)

[...]

Why.. why do you always choose him?!" a voice echo in the darkness.

Y/n gasped and turns as she was in Dark's embrace, Dark glared at the red figure.

The figure stomps as it growls before forming into Mark.

"Why won't you love me the way you love him?!" his nostrils flared as hatred ran through his veins.

"Why do you look at him like that?!" Mark exclaimed.

"He's not even Damien and you still choose him y/n!" He exclaimed once more, demanding an answer.

"Because She's not a psychopath like you!" Dark exclaimed as Y/n look p at him.

Before he could say more she pressed on his chest to show she could handle this.

"He may not be the man I knew, but he has both Damien and Celine parts," Y/n says as she stares into Mark's red eyes.

"No matter what form he's still the person I love." she declares as she warmly smiles at Dark.

"Mark, maybe once upon a time I once cared for you but I could never love you," she says gazing at him with pity.

"Not because I was with Damien but because you were corrupted, cruel, vicious, and narcissistic." Y/n glares at Mark as he gazes back.

He was shocked, by her confession how could she not love him?

"You could never truly love me, you loved Celine but like she." She once more tears Mark with her voice.

"You and I weren't meant to be, I knew who my true love was.." Y/n says warmly as sg holds onto Dark's hand.

"One more thing. "Y/n" is not my name." she glares at Mark.

"My name is Ruthanne Kobayashi, title me a villainess in your story!" she exclaims as she grins.

" I could care less! I choose my actions, my words, and my voice from now on!" Ruthabbe proudly exclaims being free to be herself.

Mark growls in frustration as he witnesses "Damien" once again ending up with Y/n.

Dark, may not had be Damien but history was repeating itself once more...

[pharaohofdarkness]

I went to Jo-Ann Fabrics for one thing and saw this on clearance. Had to buy because it just had that Darkiplier Celine feel to it (that and its just pretty to me) just like imagine being a part of her outfit either with the white suit or a black dress.

[urdadsceilingfan]

meme jumpscare

[idk-imtired-dontask]

Old drawing. Still had me when I saw it lmao

[squeeshh]

Twin judgin’.

[rebar2042]

little faust

[markstits]

There's something she isn't telling me

[riceflourapom]

Who are you?

[mcharon]

[septic-dr-schneep]

“Egos + Onion headlines because I was bored” Part 3: Teeheehee

[Part 2]

[southerndragontamer]

Egotober Day 17: Flower

Ever since Damien could remember he’d had powers, they were just more subtle than his sisters. A silver tongue, a charm that helped people let their guard down around him. A way of understanding lies that came on instinct rather than experience, the ability to pick apart words and find every little hidden message and emotion. He had gotten his position as Mayor honestly, but well…if no one knew about it then it wasn’t cheating was it? He was just using what was at his disposal like everyone else.

But after William had returned from the war…he’d found out that this came with a price. He had felt this aching burn in his chest, this longing and desire so strong it almost took his breath away. Like it had been there and festered until it burst. He coughed and gagged, retched into the sink. Petals crawled up his throat instead of bile….Sweet Williams, Red Carnation, Pink Camellia, Thyme and Gladiolus plopped into the sink.

Gallantry. My heart aches for you. Longing for you. Courage, Strength. The Flower of the Gladiators, Integrity, Strength, Victory.

Damien just stared at the bundle of flowers for a moment as he got his breath back, half in shock and half fearful numbness that swirled in his head. He knew what this meant, he’d heard of Hanahaki from when he borrowed Celine’s books. It was very, very rare because magic itself was rare in humans, but it did happen. He knew that it should’ve been only petals in the initial stage….unless he’d so repressed his feelings as a teenager it had been impossible for them to come out?

He buried his head in his hands, now that it had happened he felt the way the vines curled in his chest, the scent of the flowers beautiful but almost cloying in how intense it was in his lungs. The squeeze around his heart that made every beat just that bit harder. He couldn’t tell him, he couldn’t…for one it would be too dangerous for them both if anyone found out and more importantly….he saw how William and Celine looked at each other. He wouldn’t break their happiness…Damien could deal with it. It wouldn’t be that bad…..

Dark’s head swam with the memory as he tried to push it back. He was hunched over the sink, panting hard as he looked down at the large bouquet that had fallen from his lips. There was a mix of pained longing, guilt and regret that rolled in his stomach. Damien’s flowers were still there, but there had been new ones added to the mixture after Dark’s creation.

From Celine, there was Witch Hazel, Red Orchid, White Acacia, Striped Carnation and Purple Hyacinth.

A Magic Spell. Fire, Romance, Desire, Passion. Secret Love. Wish I Could Be With You. Please Forgive Me, Sorrow.

Celine had indeed loved William, even if she might not have told him directly. She had used a spell, a subtle one in her perfume that night she’d decided to try to get her heart to stop hurting over Mark. It hadn’t been such a twisted thing as a love potion ti take his mind, it had merely dropped his inhibitions a little to let him act on his desires. It had meant that their relationship had been very much focused on desire and passion and romance. A relationship that caught quick and burned them both in the flames but that they didn’t care….until it had been too late. She had wished for the ability to be with him but she hadn’t had the chance and she felt horrible for all that she’d done to him.

From Dark himself there was Astragalus, Forget Me Not, Purple Hydrangea, Clematis and Red Rose.

Your Presence Softens My Pain. Don’t Forget Me. I Want To Understand You. Mental Beauty. I Love You.

Dark did love William-Wilford as his own person. As much as he felt guilt for how he’d caused his mental fracturing, the fact that he had looked for Dark after a point. That he’d been willing to come with him despite being effective strangers to each other, how they’d had to learn each other all over again…it had just happened. And the shadow hadn’t been able to stop it. Will had this warmth to his presence that never failed to make Dark feel better. Even on the worst pain days where he just wanted ti curl in bed and pass out, when Will eventually found him, he always helped the pain.

He wanted to understand Will, to know how his beautiful mind worked so he could appreciate the world the same way. He wanted to be something someone Will would remember, even during the worst of it. During the days when his mind wasn’t kind to him and he felt lost and confused, when he needed someone more than ever…Dark wanted to be there as a comfort.

Dark rubbed his throat as he finally got his air back and grimaced at the ache there. He picked up the bouquet to throw it away when the worst thing happened.

There was a poof of cotton candy pink, the sweet scent of sugar instead of flowers. And Wilford was right there, in front of him. Dark felt like his heart, constricted by vines as it was, skip a beat as mental panic began to set in. What would he say, would he even know what it meant that Dark had been in the bathroom and there wasn’t any way for him to have gotten flowers besides coughing them up? Would he realize they were for him, had always been? Outwardly the shadow cleared his throat.

“Wilford, I can explain-”

There was this confused, sort of shocked look on Will’s face then he tilted his head and blinked as so many things flashed in his expression. And the soft, so sweet smile that covered his face made Dark melt and his breath caught even worse. Will leaned in close enough for their noses to touch, one hand gently took Dark’s free one.

“I think…this would be a better explanation over coffee, not a bathroom Darkling. I have a recipe for espresso chocolate caramel brownies I think would be a good treat for us too. Would you like that?”

Dark felt hope-twisted, fragile, sweet, aching- hope flutter in his chest and he couldn’t properly focus for a few seconds as he tried to get hold of himself. Then he smiled too and curled his fingers around Will’s, they fit together like pieces of a puzzle. The weight of the flowers in his chest began to ease a little, a step in the right direction.

“Yes…yes I’d like that very much.”

[bubblesbinxs]

BIG SIGH.

[hiding-under-the-willow]

And maybe this is killing part of me But it ain't called love without a littlе tragedy

[ghiertor-the-gigapeen]

If darkiplier works the same as Inside Out

[damsellete-koko]

The twins