I don't wanna be one of those blogs that just disappears without explanation so, to anyone whom may give a shit, a lot of stuff has happened since that last post. A lot of shitty stuff.
below the line is a tw idk what for but abuse and alcoholism ig, if your fine with that skip down to read it.
for those of you that don't wanna read it basically my mother has ruined my sisters, my dads, and my life and now there's a good chance were gonna loose the house.
I doubt I'll be back anytime soon or at all, so in the event that I'm not @jacksepticeye-simp @korruin @fromthedeskof-darkiplier @respect-the-stache and anyone else I've interacted with, thank you for dealing with my bullshit. I appreciate yall humoring my attempts at rping and helping me get comfortable with this hobby I picked up, it helped me through some rough spots, but now I can't have so many things occupying my mind, I have to focus on real world reasonability's or smt like that. Maybe I'll come back if things ever even out, but until then I'll get out of yalls hair :]
Long story short I have had to come to terms with the fact that my mother never loved me, has been mentally abusing me my whole life, and started sneaking random guys down to the cabin WHILE HER CHILDREN ARE UP AT THE HOUSE for no reason other than her being upset that dad didn't wanna be with her anymore after she repeatedly cheated on him over the course of a year and now she's an alcoholic and not trying to hide the fact that she's a textbook narcissist.
Summary: As the new assistant of a mysterious studio, your job is typically filled with avoiding the general chaos that the egos cause. But a simple first meeting with the head of the studio starts to change things for you.
Pairing(s): Darkiplier x GN!Reader
TW(s): Implied murder
Overall rating: Fully SFW
Tags: @jayishere3269
Striding along the hall, elegant, poised, collected, and holding back his rage. The sound of an ear-piercing ring intensifies with every footstep the demon takes. Any egos present within a 12 meter radius of him immediately scramble away for their lives, not wanting to be the next target of his wrath.
"Oh Dark! There you are, old friend! I was just about to go looking for you! What brings you by?" The eccentric spins a pen between his fingers, watching Dark take a seat at the desk in front of him, both the seat and part of the desk turning grey in the process.
"We need to put out want ads for a new studio assistant. Our current one had...an unfortunate incident." He explained with a sigh, a small cloud of frigid breath escaping from his lips.
"Darky, buddy, pal, I think you need to uh-" The temperature in the office quickly drops as a thin layer of ice starts to form around Dark's chair.
"Give yourself a day off! You need a well-deserved break after.. bossing people around all the time!" Dark stares at Wilford with an unreadable expression for a moment, before humming in approval.
"I suppose you're right. I'll take a day or 2 off. I trust you know how to run the studio, and that you will hire the best person for the job?" Dark asks, folding his hands on his lap as he awaits Wilfords response.
"Of course, of course! Go relax, I can handle everything!" Wilford waves his hand around, assuring Dark.
You groaned, not even bothering to open the email before you slammed down the lid of your laptop. This was the 4th time you'd been fired or laid off from a job. You were starting to feel hopeless, and you didn't even have enough money to pay your rent for the next month. Great, first you get fired, and then you're going to get evicted.
Just wonderful.. You sigh and place your laptop back into your backpack, standing up to leave and maybe grab a coffee, your bus wouldn't be here until 11:45, and the current time was..11:43?!
You hurriedly made your way out of the shop. There were only 2 minutes to catch this bus, and the next one wouldn't be here for another hour. And then suddenly
CRASH
You fell onto the ground with multiple papers scattered all around the sidewalk.
"O-Oh god, I'm so sorry!" A boy stuttered, quickly picking up the scattered papers.
“Oh, uhm, It’s alright.” You mutter silently, helping him pick up the papers he’d dropped. You look to the side and frown, seeing your bus drive away.
“I’m sorry again, um, bye!” He quickly walked away, dropping one of the papers in front of you. You pick up the flyer and turn it around, curious about its contents.
“Now hiring! Assistant for Iplier Studios!”
Well, it couldn’t hurt to apply, right? There didn’t seem to be any complicated prerequisites. The second bus wouldn’t be here for another hour, so you should probably get some food.
About an hour later, you exit the coffee shop once more, feeling a bit less put down with a drink in your hand. Unfortunately, you failed to notice your surroundings and ended up tripping while walking out of the door, your coffee spilling onto the person in front of you.
“Please watch where you are walking next ti-” The man in the suit starts before his gaze lands onto your face.
“I’m so sorry sir. I wasn’t paying attention.” You sputter out nervously, picking up your bag and smiling apologetically at him before quickly running off to catch the bus, unaware of the shocked gaze of the demon fixated on you.
Imma make this snappy but basically im in the midst of some kinda burnout or something and for some reason no longer feel like doing anything including things I usually really enjoy doing ie tumbling
so yea im not gonna be entirly gone but im not gonna be on here as much as i usually am for a bit
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *also disintegrates so i can appreciate you in heaven or whatever*
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