#severeevilthoughts

[glitchedpromises]

A lonely Host reached out, grabbing Dark's shirt and pulling the other close to him. He was silent as he wrapped his arms around Dark and buried his face into the demon's chest, sighing in contentment at the lovely smell.

Dark was surprised by the sudden contact, but this time didn’t tense up. Instead, he wrapped his own arms around the other, drawing him into his lap on the sofa and letting him snuggle in. He let his own head rest on Host’s, rubbing gentle circles into his back.

[voiceintheradio-archived]

♛ (With Dark?)

Host sighed, sitting on the street, listening to people mull about. He was as good as disowned by his family, doing odd jobs whenever he could to stay alive. And with being nearly blind, no one wanted him around.

He pushed himself back up onto his feet. There was a market today, maybe he could find some kids to play with. They always liked him, calling him different names -such as Host, or the golden eyed story teller, or variations of that. No one cared about his real name anyways.

(( I goofed and made dark royalty even tho its supposed to be Host pls tell me if you’d like me to change this to make Host royalty im sorry))

[dark-and-deadly-passion-blog]

🥃 (With Wilford, if you'd like? :) )

meme can be found here

Dark quietly hiccuped and rested the wine glass down, wiping his eyes once again, His eyeliner looked already like hell, but he didn’t care at all at this point.

He was a little strattled when he heard the door creak open, and when he noticed the known figure, he pulled up the brightest smile he possibly could in his current state.

“Hello! It’s pretty late, what are you doing up?”

@severeevilthoughts

[investigatorowen-blog]

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Cold night. There was nowhere to hide, the vapor of their breath would give them away. Anyone else’s footsteps would echo on the concrete, but he’s trained himself to walk silent. Trouble was peering around the corner, its breath tickling the back of his neck, but he hadn’t failed yet, and he wasn’t going to start now.

Generic suburbia, not far from the main city. A bus ride away from museums and malls, a car ride away from home base. All these little cities looked the same to Owen. He’d seen enough in the last few years for them to start to blur together. Landscapes faded from the mind.

People did not.

And speaking of people, here one was, all bundled up for the winter. Not a Puppet - the ones he was after dressed distinctly. Not a tan overcoat and what was that, some kind of bandana?

This guy needed to get out of here before he got stabbed. Owen straightened his back and cleared his throat.

“Excuse me, sir, but I’m afraid we have to clear the area. Please go back to your home as soon as possible.”

[averagechase-a]

"Did you have lucky charms for breakfast? Because you look magically delicious," Dark mumbled. By his tone, it wasn't clear as to whether or not he really WAS hitting on Chase.

Hit on my muse!

Chase scratched his forehead in thought. “Ahm,” he said, a noise he picked up from his creator. “Well, I had Apple Jacks,” he said, not sure how else to respond, not sure if Dark was serious or not. “But, thanks?”

[jxdedfeelings]

“You. Are. Mine. Understand me?!..” Dark had come into the room, his pristine dress shoe twisting down onto Mark's stomach. It had been days since he had been left in this dark room, no sunlight to be seen let alone any food. The demon had finally, FINALLY, captured Mark, and he planned to make him suffer for all he had done. (🍞🔪🔗🖐)

“Fuck. You.” Mark’s hoarse voice echoed back at his counterpart, a result of his almost malnourished body. At least Dark had provided water. Mark grimaced, it was probably to prolong his suffering. Snaked around his wrists the chains clung on, eating away at the little flesh he had. With his current state maybe he could’ve slipped through the metallic guards. Wheezing at the brute force digging into his stomach, Mark spluttered. A combination of spit and blood escaped his split lips. A small crimson stream continued flowing over the exposed flesh, he winced at the agony. He could no longer scream, his throat would see to that, he could only tear up allowing another waterfall to form. The only sign of his pain. He wanted to die. Instantly. But he knew Dark had other plans. 

[jimkilled]

♒ (With the Host.)

Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours!

‘  Act your age -- ‘ Jim had alot to say,,, acting like a child most of the time.

[voiceintheradio-archived]

New identity

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Author woke up to darkness. Darkness, and a throbbing pain in his head. He groaned, hands reaching up to rub his temples. When his fingertips felt bandages underneath them, he frowned, before he remembered.

How Dark had taken his eyes. He whimpered, laying his hands over the empty sockets, over the bandages. Everything was so silent. His head, his eyes, hurt. He felt incredibly helpless.

Sitting up slowly, he took shuddery breaths. He had no idea where he was. Probably in this weird building where all the egos resided, but he never had been. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t know anyone really well, other than Wilford. He didn’t know this place at all.