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I am not crying, you do.

A Midnight Disturbance

The sound of two loaded springs followed Eric Derekson as he hobbled his way down Iplier HQ's main boarding hallway, sniffling and muttering incoherently under his breath as he went.

In the middle of such a quiet night, his presence was tumultuous and unwanted clamor, waking nearly every light-sleeping ego in the immediate vicinity.

In spite of this, not a single one uttered a word, and left the newbie to his own devices.

When a particular door was reached, Eric stopped and listened, hushing his sniffling and passive mutters.

Though, much to his dismay, no sound could be heard within, and the pace of Eric's dainty little heart quickened.

He… he couldn't breathe.

Knock… should he knock?

No… that would be impolite this time of night. S-should he try the knob? No… that would be worse. Surely Dark was out, or maybe asleep or… busy… or… or… or…

Eric slid to the floor, crumpled in on himself, and hugged his knees to his chest, burying his face between them.

Tears began to soak into the fabric as the young ego was reduced to a mere, pathetic, sobbing mess.

But a sudden, deep rumbling drew his attention away from his knees, and all of the bad, frightening things in his head dissipated and faded into obscurity.

“Eric.” Dark’s familiar, resounding voice struck him from every direction, alongside an eerie tinnitus-like ring.

Eric sniffled and gazed up at the suited figure, face a soaked and snotty mess.

“D-D-Dark… D… Dark.” He whimpered.

The demon kneeled before him, a look of what could-be false sympathy gracing his traditionally inexpressive face. 

As Eric gawked, desperate for relief, Dark opened his arms, drawing the younger, forlorn ego in for a comforting hug. 

“Breathe.” Dark cooed. “You are safe… I have you.”

All Eric could do was bawl as Dark's aura converged around him, pressing his face into the older ego’s shoulder, and crushing his glasses in the process.

“C-can't find m-m-m…” 

Dark silenced him, summoning something into one of his hands and releasing the embrace.

“Trapped between the wall and your mattress. 

You ought to keep it some place when you sleep. Try beneath your pillow.”

Eric continued to gawk at Dark as he spoke, his soft, milky brown eyes lighting up the moment his yellow rag came into view.

“O-oh… t… thank. Thank you, Dark. I. I'm…”

“You're fine. Remember what I've told you. 

Breathe.”

Eric took the rag from Dark's hand and shifted nervously in place.

That was when Dark pulled him in for another hug.

“Would you like for me to return you to your room?”

The demon's voice was soft, but a whisper in contrast to the deep echoey rumble the other egos were accustomed to.

Eric was the only one who was ever treated with such a gentle murmur in casual conversation.

“Yes, please…”

And just like that, Eric was back in his bed, prosthetics removed and the yellow rag sitting, folded, on his chest.

He took Dark's advice and shoved it beneath his pillow, where he knew it would be safe… praying no more nightmares would befall him that night.

“Thank you, Dark…” 

He knew Dark was no longer present… but in Eric’s mind, the gratitude would reach him… somehow.

It always would.

[Note(s): I do not believe I ever published this piece, so here you are, my dears. Enjoy. And yes, I did ask Eric for his consent to post this.]

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Puppy

Soooo @dr-skazka and I decided to make this adorable collab for @darkiplierirl / @darkiplierhq and his doggo Remy.

May they long Reign in this cuteness~ 💙🌸

Good afternoon, hows your day going?~

>.> Good????

Idk who you are and if you are the same anonymus from yesterday but either way- I don't think there is much more to say there.

How may you be doing?

I'm good, just chilling and playing animal crossing. Yes, I am the same person from yesterday, would you prefer I didn't send anons anymore?~

I would if you do not mind. Only because it makes me anxious to converse with someone I do not know.

I am c r y i n g

But this is beautiful

Mayhaps... Darkiplier painfully reminiscing about William who may as well be gone forever, replaced by this pink buffoon... wishing for their friend and lover back... If that’s too difficult or too cryptic, I’m sorry heh

its sad hours my guys uwu

Yes but I present you with; Witcher Dark (because I have drawn this in January and it would be a waste not to offer to this great idea)

Mark is Geralt 

Ethan is Jaskier.

Change my mind. 

Why?

I just wanted to draw teef I swear ;-;

Various pride hearts… all free to use.

Please-

Additionally if you cannot stop yourself just...

If someone mentions they have a trigger and asks you to please stop talking about something, do not continue to invalidate them and make light of their issues.

It does not matter what it is.