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[dancing-heart-pony]

August Art Prompts, Day 11: Popsicle 🍧

If you eat popsicles like Anti… are you okay?

[astraldoesart]

[fankayart]

Day 21 : Swap

A swap of the boys ♡ switching it up! Darksepticeye and Antiplier

(This is also a redraw! The old one is on my Insta but I’ll put it on my story for you guys to check it out quickly :D)

[orkidays]

big scary demons being soft is my weakness

Happy valentines day!

[haazeycoffee-archive]

[ao3-writer]

I lived, bitch

Time to write another fic.

[pandoraborn]

Hmm... something with Nihm- Nih- I can't remember how to spell his name, Snek Iplier Lad.

It’s been a long day, and Chase is eager to get home and eat his take-out. However, the second he walks into the kitchen to eat his food, he sees Nimheil surrounded by the biggest mess Chase had ever seen.

“Get out,” Chase grumbles. There’s no use asking him to clean it up, because he knows Nim won’t. “I’m tired of walking into my own house to see you breaking in, again. Go spend time with Dark for once in your life.”

“Nah.” Nimheil licks a dark goop off his fingers, wearing a smirk. “I was going to cook you something, but I remembered no one ever taught me how to cook. Dark never taught me how to cook.”

“That’s not my problem.” Chase grimaces as he stares at the mess of flour, spilled rice, and what looks like chocolate syrup. “I’d accuse you of eating us out of house and home, but I don’t think you...” his gaze trails back to Nimheil’s hand, where the snake is still licking goop off. “...um.”

“You’re right, this is disgusting,” Nimheil replies casually. “You humans have the worst food. At least have more meat in the house. But our ideas of meat differ. I mean, different species and all.”

“Get out,” Chase whines. “I was hoping to eat food in peace.”

“Peace?”

“Out!” 

“Peace...and....rest?”

“Do you have a fucking one track mind or something?” Chase snaps. “Do we have to watch our language around you so you don’t misconstrue shit?”

“I know what you mean, I just don’t care.” Nim waits until Chase sits at the kitchen table, before hopping on top of the table and sprawling out, letting his tail dangle over the edge. “Let’s see,” Nim says, drawing out his words suggestively. “You could stare at my tail...” He lets it sway back and forth, “...or you could stare at my eyes instead. Or...” He pulls a pendant out of his pocket. Clearly, he’d stolen that from Marvin’s room.

“Nim....” Chase is hardly paying attention though, because Nim’s up to his usual tricks again, and Chase is finding it hard to resist. A swinging pendant in front of his pulsing eyes? It’s hard to look away. “...please...let me eat?”

“You can still eat.” Nim’s slowing down his words again, lowering his voice. “You just need to focus on me while you do so. Focus on me and nothing else...”

[strawberryamanita]

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