#Ship exceptions

[callmegkiddo]

DarkStache fluff

-@wilfywarfy

So I finally got to you, Old Man~

Kehehehe, I'm gonna looove writing this

I'll be using my versions of Uncle D and cotton candy Father-

Hope you don't mind-

Anyway, hope you like it dad <3

It was one of those days in the ego manor. Google shutting down because of his overheating from lack of maintenance. Bing needing a motherboard replacement because he got water spilled all over him. It was all too much for him, he needed a break. Dark may look like an entity that could take anything, but he's still fragile...

And a certain colorful goof, knew this, so he had a plan.

It was around 9 pm, those evening times when the rest of the ego's played board games to try and stay awake. Of course whoever ends up passing out gets to help anyone with the winner's chores.

In one of the more secluded places of the manor was Dark's office. Inside was Wilford, sitting on the monochrome couch, twirling his butterfly knife around. Dark kept on with his work, ignoring his partner and continuing on with the mountains of papers.

Wilford whistled a tune, one familiar and sweat that Dark knew all too well. The entity tensed up, his shoulders squaring up, brows furrowing more than they already were. Sighing, he reaches his hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose.

"Wilford, I advise you to stop that" requested Dark, massaging his forehead from the headache forming from his lack of rest.

Wilford behind his pink mustache, pocketing his knife, skipping over to Dark. "Alright, alright. I'll stop" the madman says, pausing as he leans down to look Dark in the eye, his auburn eyes gleaming with mischief. "Buuut, if you come to bed with me"

Dark scowls at that, his eyes narrowing with annoyance. Wilford knew that Dark didn't need sleep, but that didn't mean he didn't need energy.

He sighs, putting down his pen and closing the folder on his desk. He has had enough of shenanigans from everyone. If Wilford will keep to his word, then so be it.

Pushing his chair back, he stands up, fixing his tie in the process. "Fine, but only this once," Dark says gruffly. Wilford beamed, rushing over to drag Dark out of the office and down the hall toward where everyone's rooms are.

Dark grunted, displeased by the sudden rush, but thought nothing much of it as he was able to keep up with his lover.

Reaching Wilford's room, he opens the door and ushers Dark in. Closing the door, he rushes in to fix up and fluff up pillows on the bed (probably adding more). Dark stands by, sweatdropping with confusion.

Wilford goes to unbutton his vest and put it away. "You should get comfortable too, blue" Wilford calls out over his shoulder, loosening his bow tie and pulling it off.

Dark sighs again, taking off his dress coat and putting it on the chair, pulling his tie off and unbuttoning one or two buttons on his dress shirt.

Wilford had also taken off his pants, throwing it onto a chair and clearing his throat. "I think those pants of yours are a biit too... Scruffy for sleepy time" Wilford warned, adding another pillow to the pile on the bed.

Dark, despite how he sorta was, he cracked a ghost of a smile. Chuckling lowly, he pulls off his belt and hesitantly shimmies off his pants. Making sure to take off his shoes, but keeping on his socks, he looks up to see Wilford rushing over to hug him tightly.

The cotton candy mustache man took his cold hand, leading him to the bed. They both crawled in, sadly not all the pillows stayed on and fell, but that was fine to him, both of them.

Wilford scootched closer, wrapping his arms around Dark's waist. Burying his face into Dark's chest, he sighs. "I missed this... I missed you" Wil mumbles, his eyes gleaming with love as he looks up at Dark.

Dark hums, reaching up to take Wilford's chin and tilting it further up, ghosting his lips over the other. "I know..." he hesitates, but Wilford didn't really feel patient. Pushing forward and capturing Dark's lips.

They both melted into each other, their lips clashing with arm and cold. They pulled away, Wil smiling and Dark's lips twitching upwards juuust slightly.

Getting comfortable, they snuggled up together. Even if Dark's aura was deafening, the ringing had softened, becoming comforting. And the colorless objects near Dark? Ignored, as Wilford's only worry was his lover.

The silence took over their thoughts, that is till Dark whispered lowly, as if shy and scared to even say it. "I love you... William" and that was all Wilford needed to hear as they both drifted off.

(Jesus I think Dark is a lot more OOC than he should be-)

[lilianade-comics]

the face of a man who neither regrets his answer nor is aware of his imminent violent demise

[softestepilogue]

if buddie becomes canon 911 will be the first show with banger after banger after banger after banger of main ships.

athena and bobby? unmatched. immaculate.

hen and karen? magnificent.

chimney and maddie? perfection.

buck and eddie? flawless.

[sugarflow]

hop on lethal company 2 babygirl

[ladystoneboobs]

so, one aspect of catelyn which i think is underrated (certainly the biggest adaptation loss which nobody talks about) is her, let's say superstitiousness, or better yet, let's call it genre-savviness, being one of the few adult characters open to magic and the supernatural in this fantasy world. we first meet her in the godswood, home of gods which are not truly hers, yet she is still very aware of their power. when she and ned talk of the deserter he killed, he hopes he won't have to go with the nw to deal with mance rayder, but she has even more fear of that idea bc there are worse things beyond the wall than just wildlings. ned scoffs and says she's been listening to old nan too much, but she's right. we already know from the prologue that she's right! and here she is, understanding the genre of their world better than her husband, who was actually born and spent his earliest years in this northern land of deep magic, listening to old nan's stories. same with the direwolves, where she was uncomfortable with them at first, but later believed in them as guardians from the old gods even after robb had lost his own faith. and once again, we know she's right even if she doesn't know the evidence to back up her instincts, bc summer and shaggydog did not fail bran and rickon and robb was almost certainly a warg like his brothers. (perhaps making it more fitting that she's the one brought back as a fantasy vengeance monster, not ned and robb, the most unbelieving dead starks.) and in her 2nd agot chapter, everyone focuses on her ambition in wanting ned to agree to the hand job (pun intended) and sansa's betrothal, and while she does recognize the value of their daughter being a future queen more than ned does, that's only her stated argument bc she thinks it's rational enough for ned to listen to. (if ambitious matchmaking were as important to her as to her father she never would have made those frey betrothals fandom loves to blame her for.) in her own head there's a deeper urge driving her. she keeps thinking of the dead direwolf with antlers in its throat, an omen which filled her with dread from the first she heard of it, before robert's arrival, and thinking of it again is what makes her desperate to convince ned not to refuse robert. she had to make him see. and really, she's not wrong, as jon snow would say. the dead direwolf was an omen of ned and robert getting each other killed. it's just one of those misread portents, with no way of knowing the danger to ned was in his loyalty to robert, not conflict with him. BUT the next time she's dealing with baratheons, she knows exactly what she's talking about. it's catelyn, not brienne, who sees the shadow slaying renly, and explains that it was stannis who did that through some dark magic. with no way of knowing how it was achieved and no prior expectation that such a thing were ever possible, she realizes with no hestitation that stannis was guilty and that his red witch was capable of pulling this off somehow. really, the only instinct of the supernatural she's wholly wrong about is her insistence that varys gathered his knowledge through some dark enchantment. however, though that might offend varys, given his own personal experience with a sorcerer, i'd say it's a reasonable assumption without knowing the dude had children moving through walls everywhere like oversized rodents. and imo it just shows she had a healthy respect and awe for varys's power which most other characters lack.

oh, oh, and let's not forget that she also believed in the curse of harrenhal, from her own childhood and the stories old nan told her kids. "and every house that held Harrenhal since had come to misfortune. Strong it might be, but it was a dark place, and cursed. 'I would not have Robb fight a battle in the shadow of that keep,' Catelyn admitted." sure, that wasn't enough to save robb, but he did not die from the curse of harrenhal. that doom was meant for his enemies from tywin lannister to roose bolton.

[kiwisandpearls]

“I’m anti cringe culture!”

are you cool with people shipping things you don’t like? Are you cool with people making fanfiction you don’t like? Are you cool with people making fanart you don’t like? Are you cool with canon x oc stuff? Are you cool with self-shippers? Are you cool with furries? Are you—

[valewritessss]

“In another life maybe Percy would’ve ended up with—“ You guys don’t understand, in EVERY SINGLE UNIVERSE, Percy and Annabeth will find each other.

[isjasz]

[Day 336]

Practicing hugs 🫂 (bc I realized how bad I am at drawing them LMAO)

[solroskajan]

:D

[clouvu]

Save me french yuri... Save me

[humbuns]

hits them with the yuri beam

[daftmooncretin]

imagine being scotty in tos. every day your friend group goes on dangerous yet exciting adventures to new planets but you can never go because they always make you babysit the ship. also you have to stay on facetime with them the whole time in case they need a lift. you are the eternal designated driver. the seventh wheel. you dont mind as much as you should though because you sort of want to fuck the ship

[happypeachsludgeflower]

If I had a nickel for every time a danmei had a good white/light green character with an “evil” dark color/red character as their husband, I would have— a lot of damn nickels. Why does this keep happening??

[akelafang]

Arthur having to explain his love life to the council: I'm married to Gwen, who is in love with Morgana, I'm also in love with Merlin, and everyone but Morgana is in love with Lancelot. It's really not that complicated.

[the-badger-mole]

It's so funny to me when people say I only ship Zutara because I want to be Katara in that scenario. No, stupid! I don't want to be Katara. I want to be the character sitting on the side and watching this messy romance unfold while I provide color commentary. I want to gossip with Iroh about Zuko's awkward crush on Katara. I want to be the older sister figure Katara turns to for life advice who sometimes teases her about the hottie who respects her as a fighter and helps with camp parent duties. I want to be the one who tells Zuko to stop being a coward and tell Katara how he feels already. I absolutely self insert into the Zutara dynamic, but I'm not picturing myself as Katara...I'm picturing myself as Jun.

[lexezombie]

Maybe putting a 7ft metal creature on unstable wheels is a bad idea--

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