#darkstacheweek2018

[projectdarkstache]

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[shirowolfy]

Mark my words, one day…

Darkstache week - day 7 - Dilliam It was supposed to be soft and happy but I can just sense the angst creeping in, oops

[lostcybertronian]

Darkstache Day 2

Prompt: Ice Cream Date / Beach / Summer Romance

The boardwalk had obviously been abandoned for years. Rotten, crumbling boards and waves that lapped hungrily against algae-covered pillars. The fog that rolled in over the beach completed the whole horrific, forgotten scene.

    Dark did not appear to notice the cold wind blowing off from the sea as he walked alone across the beach, a mere black silhouette against the thick fog.

    “Why are we here? We’re supposed to be at an actual boardwalk, not this old piece of shit.” Bim complained, rubbing at his arms and shivering.

    “The Host explains the situation and why Dark has driven us here instead of to our original destination.” The Host appeared next to them, leaning on the ancient wooden railing. It creaked dangerously under his weight, but he didn’t seem to notice. “He details how this site has sentimental value to Dark and that he is confused and is somewhere on the border between memory and reality.”

    “Well, that clears it all up!” Bim deadpanned, “I understand everything now.”

    Wilford ignored them as the Host fired back a retort, standing stock-still, arms crossed, staring out at the beach where Dark continued to walk.

    This place was vaguely familiar to him, bringing faint images to the edges of his mind, faint memories of laughter and sunlight. They were no more than that, though, and they left him confused.

    More than anything, however, he wondered what was going through Dark’s head.

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    The boardwalk was new and it seemed like everyone in the world had flocked to it. It practically burst with people and noises and smell that were only amplified by the hot, hot sun.

    Celine laughed and hung off Mark’s arm as he tried to win a stuffed animal for her from one of the carnival booths. He was failing, and she seemed to find that all the more hilarious.

    Damien and William left them on their third try and Mark’s sixth buck, escaping down to the beach, where gentle waves washed up the shore, lapping at their bare feet. The crisp, ocean-smelling breeze made the merciless sun a little more bearable.     Damien had a hard time walking on the loose sand due to his hip injury, so he relied on the Colonel to help him along while his cane mostly just remained in his hand. This only became a problem when William’s favorite round, straw hat blew off his head and he had to abandon Damien to pursue it, shouting obscenities at the hat while Damien clutched his sides in laughter.

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    A sharp, frigid gust of wind hit him suddenly, blowing his hair in his face. He didn’t bother to fix it, merely kept limping down the beach. The ocean spray had no effect on him either. It wasn’t like he could feel the cold.

    He paused, glanced back. One set of footprints, quickly being erased by the tide. Not two, like he’d expected.

    But then again, he wasn’t Damien, was he?

    And the Colonel wasn’t with him. William had drowned in a different sea, one of memories and madness and murders.

    He was dead now. But back at the pier was his shell. Wilford.

    Dark sighed, stared down at his hands, cold and lifeless and gray, then back into the endless depth of fog. Memories fluttered through his head, none of them his. But at least some of them were happy.

    He turned to head back.

[foxtamer113]

Darkstache listening to Music. ^^

[37145-77]

Day 6

AU - Dark dies when you shoot right, Wilford waits for him to wake up 

(I blame @darkstachedaily for my angst)

[flipnoteriversong]

Darkstache Ship Week!  Feb 11 (Sunday): Stargazing / Late Night Picnic / First Date I just got around to working on these, so I figured I’d do this one first. I’ll work on Day 2 later. I do want to know what @darkstachedaily thinks of this though. Darkstachedaily is kinda the reason I am drawing these two and sharing more of my drawings.

[starryvioletnight]

Darkstache week day 3

Summary: Playing an instrument. Enjoy~

As the sounds of violin music fill the corridors, all at the house assume it's Dark. The brooding ego, who often complains of having too much time on his hands, usually likes to fill his spare time with learning new skills. The violin music is beautiful, and the sound is a particularly upbeat one; happy, even. Many find themselves transfixed.

As Dark walks through the halls, he makes the others jump in surprise. Who else could be playing like that?

They follow Dark and hover as he steps into the room the music is coming from. When he does, the music stops. "Don't stop on my account." Dark says, and he smiles. "That was beautiful, my dear. It's been so long since I've heard you play violin."

Wilford Warfstache smiles at the praise, bursting with pride. "Thank you, my darling." He crosses the room to kiss Dark, which Dark returns softly, cupping Wilford's face in his hand. "Would you like me to play some more?"

Dark nods, smiling almost shyly now. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble."

"None at all." Wilford gestures for Dark to sit, which he does. The dark ego watches Wilford with pure adoration as the man serenades him with sweet melodies coming from his violin.

[glitz-glam-and-angst]

Here’s day one! They went Latin dancing for their first date together