#codi dont look

[faecaribou]

god its been so long since ive animated audios for markiplier egos sorryyyyy

[goatbi]

Wilford, who is deeply devoted to Dark in every aspect as he can tell, in some part of his mind, what Dark is made out of, and he loved Damien and Celine so deeply, so he devotes the broken pieces of himself to Dark in every way he can in the hopes that something sticks enough that Dark feels loved, even if Wilford is too insane to truly be able to love him, and Dark is too broken to truly ever feel loved.

[faecaribou]

this is just another format of the I think we're gonna have to kill this guy Steven meme

[goatbi]

After

Trigger Warnings: Major Character Death (allusions or mentions, not in the actual story)

I need this out of my head, so here's something written on my phone at work, inspired by @doctordiscord123 's The End. Very bittersweet, but hopefully mostly the sweet end !!

Things were... A bit of a mess. Host had taken on those things to keep the manor up and running, even before that fateful day. He didn't think Dark even noticed, too focused on the upcoming end to a story. It seemed lighter than it was before, though Host knew the strain would eventually be too much for him. Perhaps they could renovate the old place. Make it stand on its own two feet again. Dark might have liked that.

"It's not like the two of them to break the rules." Host murmured, continuing his slow walk through the library. The feeling of the two of them behind him solidified, footsteps tripling their echo. He smiled faintly.

"For you? The rules were long since broken." The one clad in white spoke first, and Host nodded faintly. He knew, saw how things restructured themselves when Host began being Host. It didn't seem as if either much minded it, but it was still something mentioned whenever they had the reason to visit.

There was silence for a long moment, as Host continued his circuit, trying to drown out the thoughts, angry looks and voices of the others. They would come around in time. They knew how his sight worked, after all.

"Host knows, of course... None of them are upset with him." He sighed. "Dark and Wilford least of all."

"Yet here you are. Three am, awake alone down here." The one in black said, leaning forwards as if to look at him better.

"Mmm, well. Perhaps none of the dead are mad at him." Host amends, turning down a different path of bookshelves, unsure if he was leading them somewhere, or if they were. Perhaps they were just wandering.

"We promised him you'd keep on." The one in white said, not accusatory, no, they never were. Always calm. Collected.

"And they will. Host simply needs to give them time to remember he isn't all powerful."

There's another long silence, before the one in black spoke again. "No man should know when the end of his story is. No man should know the true end of anyone's story."

Host huffed a laugh. They had said many times before, this same sentiment. They'd probably say it again, making time to see him down here. Maybe it was the Sight, maybe they just liked him, but many things were offset with their appearances.

"Yet here he is knowing anyways." Host sighs softly, shaking his head. He pauses, almost hesitating to ask, but goes for it anyways. They won't answer if he doesn't need to know. "... All of them... Damien, Celine, William... Hell, even Mark... They're at peace now? Finally?"

For a moment, the silence makes Host figured he overstepped this careful balance he had with the two of them. It wouldn't be the first time, so he knew it wouldn't drive them away forever, but he so hated doing it. But yet-

"Yes." Its said together, something rarely done, but for the emphasis, for Host to hear the truth of those words, and they settle into his skin and he feels himself relax, everything that had been tangled up in his chest loosens.

"Then that's all he needs." Host smiles, and turns back to his desk, his footsteps alone once more. He had to see what could be salvaged on this old manor.

[faecaribou]

Bro really showed up in Damien, thought “if I’m a silly goofy boy Damien will join me” and then dropped that plan after one millisecond because he remembered he had limited time until Celine found him and he needed to hurry

[killmurderfuck]

"well mayhaps you should-"

aw look at you. just a fancy lil guy. using fancy words. lemme fix your bowtie and kiss your fancy nose :)

[killmurderfuck]

Does anyone have some good WKM reader inserts or x readers?

[killmurderfuck]

I want to write a WKM fic so bad it's unreal