Dark: would you forgive me?
Warfstache: would you forgive me?
KOTS: What's going on here, guys?
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Dark: would you forgive me?
Warfstache: would you forgive me?
KOTS: What's going on here, guys?
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.
Dark: This is so frustrating! I hate everything! I hate everyone!
KOTS, Voice cracking: Everyone?
Dark:
Dark, sighing: Everyone, but you.
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.
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.