#kingdarkstache

[just-textposts-now]

Dark:                                           would you forgive me? 

Warfstache:                                         would you forgive me?

KOTS:                                         What's going on here, guys?

[inkbats-writing]

Hey so I’v decided to start taking prompts for the following ships: Antistein, Dapperantistein, Kingdarkstache, King of the bing, DarkBing, kingdark, and Binghost. So if you want to send me something with one of those ships by all means I'm down. It might take me a bit to write though.

[just-textposts-now]

Dark: This is so frustrating! I hate everything! I hate everyone!

KOTS, Voice cracking: Everyone?

Dark:

Dark, sighing: Everyone, but you.

[inkbats-writing]

Unknowing Concert

just a sort little soulmate thing. General idea for the au: Everyone has a song they can sing that represents them your soulmate has a song that blends well with yours.

Pairing: Kingdarkstache (KotS x Darkiplier x Wilford)

           He didn’t mean to spy, honest! It just sort of happened. He was wondering the halls hoping to wear off the energy drink he drunk not too long along when he saw it. One of the game rooms’ door cracked with light escaping into the hallway. Worried that Bing’s battery might have died while he was playing games Bim went to go check to see who was in there so late at night. Only the moment he peeked through the door he froze in place at what he saw.

           There on the couch with blankets surrounding them were the three oldest egos clearly cuddling. He blushed as he realized King had to be sitting on Wilford’s lap as he leaned over to nuzzle into Dark’s neck. His face only got redder when both leaders smiled something impossibly sweet as they watched King burrow. Deciding that if he got caught they’d kill him Bim was about to leave when a sudden noise stopped him.

           It couldn’t be. Surely he was imagining hearing that note come out of that room. There’s no way he just heard part of a heartsong come from that room. Sadly because he’s always been curious Bim went back just to make sure. He had to be mistaken. The idea that he was able to catch those two that off guard they would sing that song is ridiculous and clearly proof he needed to get some sleep. So as he leaned over to listen in he didn’t expect to hear anything beyond a couple of smacking lips or moving blankets. Instead….Instead he heard one of the most beautiful melodies he’s ever heard.

           From what he could tell it started with Wilford. His tune was quick and upbeat. In a way, it reminded Bim of the music played in the 20’s. Yet despite how happy it was the beat had a hint of madness in it making it uniquely Wilford’s. Next Dark’s song entered the fray. It was a haunting echo in comparison to the brighter beat. When added together the song lost its joy and instead became something similar to a melody of love and grief. Tears forming in Bim’s eyes from the sorrow in their song he almost misses King’s addition. It’s quiet at first but builds into a crescendo of rainfall and chirping birds adding a peaceful touch to the mournful song. Making the end result a stunning mash-up forming a melody of grief forgiven and love remade.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” A familiar voice whispers from behind him.

           Jumping probably a foot in the air from surprise he grabs at his chest hoping to calm down his racing heart as he turns around to look at his fellow eavesdropper. Glaring only slightly at Yan he looks briefly at the door before dragging the teenager away. Far enough away that their voices shouldn’t interrupt the others’ moment Bim practically whisper screams at her.

“What the hell Yan? Do you want them to kill me?! If they found out I heard their song I’ll be the next body buried in King’s woods!” Bim whisper screeches nervously looking back at the door every other second.

“Suuuurrrrrreeeee they would Bim. Anyway onto something more important what did you think of their heartsong? Isn’t it one of the most amazing things you’ve ever heard?” Yan mocks before asking with that insane glint in her eye.

“…Yeah, it is pretty amazing….I would never have thought such different beats could fit that well together but clearly, they do.”

“Right? I can hardly wait to find my soulmate. I wonder what their heartsong will be?”

“Who knows? But regardless you at least know its tune will match your electro-pop thing.” Bim commits calmer now as they begin to walk down the hallway in the opposite direction to the game room.

“Yeah, I know. Still….Hmmm, I hope they have something loud. Maybe screamo? You know any egos with a heartsong like that?”

           As the two younger minded egos leave they never hear the singing from those three reach its peak before trailing off into silence. Smiling at each other they each are overjoyed of another night spent together as close as could be. Nuzzling back into Dark’s throat King chitters at the two of them reaffirming his love for his mates. Two answering voices repeat his sentiment and they fall into silence once more allowing their minds to begin to drift off into the early realms of sleep. With one last kiss over King’s head Dark and Wilford cuddle close to their king and all three truly fall victim to the sandman’s call.

[lostcybertronian]

If you want to anything kingdarkstache. Their the three oldest egos it's possible

Tags: @caffeine-eater @authorsathenaeum @tiny-yan-an @darkstache-iplier @redraspberrycats @holyshitsnakesandspace

Prompt: KingDarkstache

    He’d been so excited to show Wilford his discovery. So excited to show him that, with enough coaxing and promises of peanut butter, his subjects would allow him to dress them up in bowties.

    But Wilford had taken one look at the squirrel perching politely in his hand, sporting a lovely pink bowtie, and scoffed. “If you don’t get away from me with that bloody creature, I will throat punch you.”

    Then he went back to snapping at Bim for being too slow in rigging the lights, not sparing the King of the Squirrels another glance.

    King left the recording studio with tears in his eyes. Why had Wilford been so mean?

    Maybe he was just in a bad mood.

    He sniffled, wiped at the tears trickling down his face. His sleeve came away smudged with peanut butter and the squirrel in his other hand went for it, nibbling at it hungrily and smearing its muzzle and bowtie with the sticky substance.

    “No! Don’t- don’t do that!” King cried. The squirrel was so startled that it nearly fell off his arm. It let out a few irritated chitters.

    “Sorry,” King sighed, wiping at his face again. “I thought Wilford would like your bowtie.”

    “What’s this about Wilford and bowties?” A voice asked from behind him.

    King turned.

Dark approached, hands folded behind his back as always, an expression of mild interest on his face.

“Dark!” King perked up. He shuffled closer and held out his peanut butter-covered subject up for the entity to see. “I got my subjects to wear bowties! I showed Wilford, but-” his smile faded- “he didn’t like it. He yelled at me.”

Dark pursed his lips. “Well, that was quite rude of him, wasn’t it?”

“I even put him in a pink bowtie!” King agreed.

Dark hummed, leaned in to squint at the squirrel, who gave a squeak of terror and tried to squeeze inside King’s sleeve. Its fluffy tail waved wildly.

“Ow! Hey! Dark won’t hurt you. You know this,” King scolded it while Dark looked amused.

“I think I see the problem here,” he said, “your subject is covered in peanut butter.”

“And,” he added, “he would look better in black.”

He snapped his fingers and all the peanut butter on the squirrel’s fur and King’s sleeves was gone. The bowtie the squirrel wore faded from pink to black.

King gave a happy grin and threw his arms around the entity who immediately stiffened, surprised. King didn’t care, he just hugged Dark tight anyway. “Thanks, Dark!”

After a moment, Dark relaxed slightly and patted King’s back awkwardly. “You are welcome, King. Now let go.”

“Right. Okay.” Wilford was the hugger, not Dark. It didn’t dampen his mood, however.

“Do you think Wilford will want to see my subject later?” He asked hopefully, brushing his hand over the squirrel’s soft fur.

Dark’s lips curled up into a small smile. “I’m sure he could be persuaded. Now, come along. He’s busy.”

He offered his arm and King’s smile widened as he looped his own arm through it.

The squirrel scampered up to his shoulder and nestled against King’s neck, falling asleep as King and Dark walked away.