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hi! you’re super cool <3 could i respect some hcs of watching cartoons with google? (was watching some clips of the grim adventures of billy and mandy and was laughing so hard. yes i am easily entertained, what of it)
Cartoons with Google (HC's)
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He literally will say random statistics for certain things as your watching like TV, like he will literally fact check them sometimes
He tries his best to understand your humor but he doesn't always get it. God forbid you say "sheeshhh" or "yeet" near him. If loading screen was a person that would be him after you saying those things
He tries to be sarcastic sometimes but it always comes out super monotone and like, he always has to say hes joking. He again, doesnt understand the concept of it so sometimes some of the "jokes" he says can get pretty dark and he doesnt understand why your not laughing
Sometimes he will cite information about your favorite characters, and if you ask him, he will notify you when its your favorite characters birthday.He doesn't feel the cold but he likes to wrap you up in blankets whilst you two are watching cartoons, will make you a human burrito 100%
He loves watching cartoons with you, his favorite is Gravity Falls oddly. His favorite character is Bill Cipher.
Will always let you pick the cartoon unless you ask him to pick it and he will ALWAYS pick Gravity Falls. Like ALWAYS. Unless it isnt on, then he will give you the choice again.
Darkiplier x Reader - Suffering Hearts
Word count: 1558
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.
4, 31, and 100 <3
Helloo! My middle name is Brooke! The position I sleep in is on my side with my knees tucked to my chest (fetal position) and my room is yellow! :3
Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well
PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH
1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?
hate executive dysfunction because it leaves me sitting here knowing that i need to get up and do something but it’s like i am frozen in the spot. i know im running out of time but the panic isn’t setting in yet and i am screaming to myself in my head please please let me go!!!
big ole comic about adult ADHD diagnosis + big feelings + making sure childhood me is okay
Trust me- LMFAO our dms are like 75% filled with us talking about whatevers causing us brainrot, and the other like 25% is us talking about oneshot idea BASED on brainrot PFFF
Yall if anyone were to talk to @leighsartworks216 their like 5% Agressive Love and Valdiation 45% Brainrot and 50% Chaos- LMFAO
Yall if anyone were to talk to @leighsartworks216 their like 5% Agressive Love and Valdiation 45% Brainrot and 50% Chaos- LMFAO
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. :)
Dark as a father figure. GO!
Darkiplier As Father (HC's)
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-Literally has no idea what hes doing, like he was just created, and yeah they have younger egos but none that needed a parent
-Its really funny because even though hes a dad, he still wears his suit and looks super proper, and its even funnier if he gets like sillystring bombed and hes just sitting there absolutely stoic face bc the other egos are there
-Absolutely soft whenever you two are alone, will even read you bed time stories if you want them
-He loves to hear about your day, he will sit there quietly for hours just to hear you speak or rant about your day, he loves you to the ends of the earth
-100% shotgun daddy, will literally kill your boyfriend if they hurt you, or send Anti to do it
-If your crying he will sit there awkwardly for awhile before hugging you and rubbing your back, eventually he will put on your favorite movie and wrap you up like a burrito in blankets
-Will take you out of school for the littlest of things, he hates you being in school, not because of the education, but becsuse he cant protect you there, so hr will take you out of school and go to the library and either school you there or have a little daddy daughter/son/child date thingy
-God help any child who bullies you, actually, scratch that, even god will run away in fear from this man if you are being bullied. He will literally plauge their nightmares and give them hallucinations of their worst fears for w e e k s
Literally me, with like all of my writer friends
Do u ever read a friend’s fic and it’s like holy shit how do you consider me qualified to talk to you?
📭 Reblog if you want curious anons in your inbox! 📭
LMAO yes- This is how I will respond instead of just responding with "UHHHH" and speed walking away- my pronouns are now a you problem LMAO
One advantage of not really having a strong sense of gender identity is that you’re very [shrug emoji] about how people gender you. Sometimes people call me by she/her pronouns and sometimes they go with he/him pronouns and on the internet people often default to they/them, and neither option is entirely right but also, fuck if I know what would be right, and I don’t particularly care. Therefore I’m perfectly happy to outsource my gender identity to the people around me who actually need to figure out which box to put me in. I don’t need to talk about myself in third person, so really my pronouns sound like a you problem.
Darkiplier With A Cat
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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-
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Anti HC's
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-Anti is literally such an attention whore. He will do ANYTHING for attention, and if he doesnt get it, he acts out sort of like a toddler would
-Anti refuses to tell his S/O that he WANTS physical affection and will instead make up stupid reasons to why they should cuddle/hug, so instead of asking to cuddle or hug he will be like "I will die right now of a heart attack if I do not get a hug, I can feel it in my non-existent soul"
-Loves to make mischief, will constantly prank you like always, he wants to create as much havoc as he possibly can
-Will give you random trinkets he finds, whether it be he bought it, he stole it, or just found it on the ground, sometimes you'll wake up with the most random things on your nightstand. Like a bolt, or a screw, or a bracelet, or a tin foil ball, its so random
-Doesn't sleep but will pretend to sleep just so he can have you in his arms, he will stay still for hours holding you as you sleep, just so he can admire you. Not that he would EVER admit that, no, he has far too much pride.
Requests Open
I will do;
-Eddie Munson
-Steve Harrington
-Robin Buckley
-Antisepticeye
-Darkiplier
-Wilford
-JJ
-Chase
-Dr.Schneep
-Marvin
-Markiplier
-Jacksepticeye
-The Host
-Dr.Iplier
I will not do;
-R@Pe
-NSFW (like smut)
-Pregnancy
-Abuse from the S/O (like Dark, Anti, ect) but I will do comfort
My favorite fics to write;
-Comfort fics
-Fluff fics
-Hurt/Comfort
-Hurt/Comfort Platonic Adult X Child (like parental)
-Specify in your ask if you want headcanons, a short imagine, or a oneshot pretty please! If not ill just- do whichever one I think fits-
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AHAHAHAH YES MORE MY CHILDREN MORE WMAUAHAHAH- oh I spelt that wrong- im too lazy to fix it- anyways back to what I was doing- MWHAHAHAHAHAH
An autistic reader with x darkiplier and basically either one of two options. Reader is super overstimulated and dark is being helpful and kind to their s/o, or its like 3am, reader cant sleep, dark DOESNT sleep, doesnt need it, and is listening to them mumble at an almost incoherent pace about their special interest-
GROWLING AND LOOKING AT YOU ANON SHAKING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS I LOVE THIS
Dark legitimately could listen to you ramble forever. He's turn the nearby lamp on the bedside table off after seeing you're awake (didn't want to strain your eyes) and put the book he was reading quietly down.
He would ask you what's wrong, speaking softly while peering at you through his reading glasses.
Once you'd informed him of your wacky ass sleep schedule, he's simply suggest you curling up in his lap while he talked your insomnia away. (Only after making sure you were alright be being touched after all.)
Even if you did or didn't end up going to sleep, the night was very peaceful with Darks presence so close to you. His red and blue waves practically lulled you to sleep with their vibrations.
Void man the beloved <3
Making Memories: 1
Making Memories: 1. Fateful Meeting.
Even in the downpour you still managed to slip out of your house and into the woods lining your home. Huddled under a large umbrella with a plastic bag tucked under your arm, you scurry down a well worn path to your “secret” base. Built when you were five by your father, the old tree house has stood the test of time.
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Overwhelmed
Darkiplier x (implied) autistic!gn!reader
I’m basing these traits off of my friend who is autistic but if there is anything you would like me to add I would be more than happy to write more <3
Warnings: being overstimulated, zoning out, being non-verbal, dark being soft, can probably be read as platonic
Word Count: 599
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