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Hey everyone. I know this might not be the platform for this but I thought I'd share what's going on.
My mom's got cancer. We don't know how long she has.
I've been failing at getting a job and I want to be able to make her proud in some way while I can.
So I'd like to start some commissions for video and photo editing. You can give as much as you want for whatever you want. I only ask that you at least share this post.
If you've read this far, thank you for reading.
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You sit in your little window nook staring out at the rain that hits the windowpane. Your back is held up by the large pillows adorning your small safe haven. You have small comfort items littering the area, and your favorite throw cover is in one corner for cold days.
You liked to sit here and look out the window, admiring the view from your small apartment. You can see the people rushing about in their busy life like ants in a big city, while further away, you can see the tops of the mountains. On good days you feel the energy of life thriving everywhere around you, that energy energizing you and making you feel content with the life you've carved out for yourself.
Today is not one of those good days. You haven't had a good day what seems like months. The rain only seems to amplify your melancholy further. You feel isolated and alone. You rest your head against the window, staring out but not really seeing anything. You haven't moved from this spot in days unless it was to go to the bathroom. It's too much work to do anything else.
The cloud covered sky hides the time of day, not that time has much of a meaning to you right now, but you look up at the small clock hanging on your wall. It's late afternoon. Well past the dinner rush.
The silence in your apartment is deafening, and the only sounds are the constant ticking of the clock and the raindrops hitting your window. You'll hear people talking in the apartment complex's hallway every once in a while, but otherwise, it's quiet. You go back to staring out your window. Your mind is blank as you try not to feel the crushing weight of loneliness and despair.
Something shifts in your apartment. It's subtle, but you can feel the change. Tension stiffens your shoulders, and the hair on the back of your neck rises as you get the feeling you're being watched. You look around only to find the shadows seem thicker than before. They even seem to feel alive. A cold shiver runs down your spine, and you grab the cover wrapping it around you until you're hiding in it.
You go back to looking out the window, but you can't seem to shake the feeling that you're being watched, and it's entirely unsettling. The tension builds until you feel like you can drown in it, and you wish you could make it stop somehow.
"He-hello?" You call out to the seemingly empty room, unsure of what would be better, a reply or more silence.
You hear the soft rustle of clothes coming from an impossibly dark corner, and then a figure walks out. Someone that can't possibly exist, and yet here he is walking straight towards you in such a way that he exudes confidence. As if he's walked this room a thousand times.
Darkiplier stands in front of you in his black suit, reality warping and graying slightly around him. You look up at him in shock and huddle under your cover a little more in confusion. "What's wrong, Y/n? If you're afraid of me, then you shouldn't worry. You're one of the last people that need to fear me." Dark says softly with a small bit of concern.
He sits on the edge of your little nook, and you pull your knees into your chest. "I'm hallucinating right now. Or I fell asleep, and this is just a very vivid dream. Yeah, that's gotta be it." You say to yourself in a whisper.
Dark reaches out and moves a small wisp of hair off your face with one hand. "Au contraire. This is very much the opposite of a dream. You seemed sad. Contrary to my appearance, I thought to bring light to the darkness that seems to surround you."
Your heart spasms in pain at his words, and you're not really sure how to respond to such a thing. Instead of giving a response, you hide your head in your lap, tense and breathing very lightly.
He doesn’t say anything but you can hear him adjusting in your little nook. The more you stay quiet the more tense you become until you can’t stand it any longer and you look up at him. It shocks you a little to find Dark completely relaxed as he stares out the window. He must feel you looking at him because he meets your eyes and gives you a smile.
“Why are you here? You don’t even know me.” You say to him.
“I don’t know why I’m here but something draws me to you. You seem to be in distress and I simply wish to help alleviate some of the sadness. If that means sitting here in companionable silence then I am happy to oblige.”
You shiver and look out the window for a moment before looking back at Dark. On a good day his presence alone would cheer you up but today it’s not enough. You’ve been alone so long that you don’t even know how to say what you need. That crushing weight keeping your mouth from saying what you really want. “I’m fine. You don’t have to stay with me. It’s just a rainy day,” is what you say instead.
He cocks his head slightly staring at you so intently that it feels like he’s looking at your soul. You can’t stand the weight of that stare and nervously look down, playing with the edge of your shirt.
“I can feel your sorrow from here, Y/N. When you thought you were alone you stared out that window as if your world had been crushed and the answer to your question was outside somewhere. What has put such a look in those beautiful sad eyes?” With one finger under your chin he redirects your gaze back to him.
You stare into his eyes.
“Last week my boyfriend got rid of my cat when I wasn’t home and so I got rid of him. Today… I had to put my dogs down. I’m alone.” You whisper softly, tearing up just thinking about the only things that kept you sane. It makes you choke up at the fact that you can’t find your sweet little cat or that you’ll never look into the eyes of your dogs again.
“Surely you aren’t alone. You must have friends or family you can talk to? Maybe even stay for a few days.”
You grab at the cover and tighten it around yourself, looking down and mutter, “It’s nothing. I’ll be fine. I don’t want to be a bother to anyone.”
“You are not a bother. You are someone in pain and there’s nothing wrong with asking to share that pain with someone else. A burden shared lessens it until it is no longer a burden and the weight of it no longer hurts. Keeping it all on yourself will only make it heavier until it crushes you.”
Something cracks in you and the flood of tears you’ve been holding back for days bursts forth like a damn thats been shattered. Tears flow down your cheeks in steady lines, “ It hurts so much.” You cry out.
Dark draws you into his arms and hugs you tightly as you cry. He makes soothing noises as you continue to release all the pain you’d trying to shove deep down inside you. You sob into Dark’s shirt, gripping onto it tightly as he pets your head. You hadn’t realized how numb and closed off you’d become until Dark had come and chiseled away at the wall. Now, all that pain comes rushing back and that’s what makes you grip onto him so tightly.
You don’t know how long you’ve been crying but you slowly start to come back to yourself as the tears slow. So deep in your grief you didn’t realize that Dark had moved you. He’s stretched out in your nook with his back against the wall with you basically sitting on his lap. One arm is wrapped tightly around you while the other rubs your back. He’s humming something calming and it eases something in you.
You sniffle and then look up at him embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I messed up your shirt.”
The humming stops and he looks at you. “Do you feel better?”
“Yes.”
“Then you have nothing to be sorry about. I don’t know the pain you’re feeling but if I’ve been able to help with even an ounce of your heartache then a wet shirt is a worthy sacrifice.”
You try to sit up fully but his arm tightens around you. You’re too tired to resist and you really don’t want to leave such a warm embrace. It makes you feel safe. Like you aren’t completely alone in such a cold, dark, world. So you rest your head back against Dark’s chest and look out the window. This moment doesn’t erase all the pain you feel right now but it does help ease it a small bit.
Neither one of you talk, but Dark does start humming again. The crying had worn you out, and now you are exhausted. The warmth from Dark and the humming lull you softly into the first restful sleep you’ve had in a while.
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Dark sighed softly as he ran his hands through his hair, breaking up any tangles that he felt. "Today has been a long day" He grumbled to himself and decided to retreat to his office. The place he practically spent any extra time he had in. Right before he went to open the door he felt something rub on his leg and he groaned before looking down. "Go away you stupid cat" He muttered angerly before opening his office door and shutting it quickly so that the cat could not get in.
He didn't have time for the cat today, or so he thought. He began to work into the papers dilligently trying to ignore the loud meowing and scratching at the door. Finally after about 10 minuites it had gotten on his nerves enough that he slammed his papers down and stormed over to the door. He jerked it open and the cat stretched real big before coming insids, as if Dark's anger didn't effect it one bit. "Smug cat..." He grumbled before slamming his office door and going and sitting down.
As he sat down the cat tried to jump on his lap and he pushed him off not wanting to be bothered any further. Everytime he would push the cat off it would just jump back on. He groaned and glared at the black cat before finally just giving up. It began to purr and for some reason that made Dark... less angry? He wasnt sure. He began to work away at the papers and then subconciously had moved one of his hands to pet the cat.
Technically it was nobodies cat but it just sort of... lived here with them. The others had taken to naming it biscut but he thought it was a stupid name and instead called it shadow, due to it being black. Not that anyone else knew it though, everyone else thought he hated it. I mean yeah, he did... but not as much as everyone thought.
He began to feel drowsy as he pet the cat more and more and eventually leaned his head down, no longer focusing on the papers infront of him. Finally he drifted off to sleep with the fire crackling at the fire place, and the cat purring happily in his lap.
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The others peaked in and saw the cat laying on Darks back, beginning to whisper. "Should we take a picture and frame it?" Wilford had whispered with a grin, sort of wanting to prank their boss. They all knew Dark was soft he just never showed it.
It was actually quite a surprise when they had opened the door and the great Dark... was asleep on his desk... with a cat on his back. No one ever thought that one, Dark would sleep at his desk, and Two that he would be letting a CAT of all things in his office. It was kinda cute.
As they watched Dark begin to stir, Wilford took a picture and ran just like the rest of them. Then all the sudden a shout was heard "WILFORD!!! GET BACK HERE!!!" by Dark who had awoken to see Wilford take a picture. He was running for his life-
I love slow burn but sometimes I just want to literally jump into my phone screen to fight EXTREMELY, ABSURDLY, OUTRAGEOUSLY, oblivious characters that wouldn’t get the hint even if it was thrown at their faces in the form of a rock. :)
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