A Lil Host Doodle I Did While Changing My Artstyle To Something I Feel More Comfortable With < 3 No This

a lil host doodle i did while changing my artstyle to something i feel more comfortable with < 3 no this isnt the stule either lmao

19 with Darkiplier and Child! Reader

Requested by @chatmeow9 ! I don’t know if this is exactly what you meant but I loved writing this. 

19. “I live in a dump with rat children.” From this prompt list! (!!PLATONIC!!)Darkiplier x Chaotic! Child! Reader 

You all knew Darkiplier would be showing the new Egos around today. Wilford knew Dark would be showing around the new Egos today.

But here you all were.

Dark sighed in annoyance and gripped the bridge of his nose at the mess in front of him. Of course Wilford would do something like this. Of course he would blame it on you.

The TV was broken, confetti and other messes of items scattered across the floor, a few pillows had been cut up with the stuffing ripped out, and in the middle of it all laid You. Dark was appalled at the thought that Wilford Warfstache, an immortal being 100’s of years old, would blame this mess on you, a child.

A new ego by the name of Illinois seemed to find this hilarious. The others not so much.

“I hate to, to be rude, but, but um, is this uh um normal? N-Not that I’m, I’m judging if it is!” Eric Derekson, a new ego with more than a million anxieties, stuttered out. Dark sighed once more.

“I live in a dump with rat people,” Dark huffed, already thinking about all the stuff he had to say to William. Speak of the Devil and he shall come. . .

“DAMIEN! THAT CHILD! UGH THE CHILD IS A MONSTER!” the TV host seemed to be slightly disheveled and afraid while pointing at the so-called ‘monster’. Dark couldn’t believe how low Wil has stooped. To blame his mess on a 6 year old. A 6 year old! “Wilford, are you seriously trying to blame this. . . on a CHILD?” Dark asked, exasperated at his ‘friend’. Wil, on the other hand, seemed shocked and slightly pouty.

“You’re blaming this on ME? Augh! Why, I’d never! That brat is a full on demon, Dark!” Dark gave Wil a look of full on surprise. So, he really was blaming this on a poor kid. Dark rolled his eyes. “Wilford, if this mess isn’t cleaned up by the time I get back downstairs, I will throw you out of the house without your gun for 2 months,’” he threatened the pink mustached man, before walking over to you and lifting you up. “Hey, (Y/N). Let’s go put you in your room for now, alright?” you nodded your head and smiled. The idea that you would even misplace a pillow seemed surprising.

“Wha-- Da--” Wil started before abruptly stopping when Dark had glared. Dark turned his back to the crazed reporter as Wil whined. Dark motioned for the new egos to follow before he began heading upstairs.

You looked at Wil and grinned evilly. He pouted as you stuck your tongue out at him mockingly.

Wilford would you get you back for this. Even if it was the last thing he ever does!

You awoke from your slumber, still drowsy and numb from your sleep. You roll over to face your boyfriend, his dark brown locks slightly falling on his face. His rounded glasses lay on the bedside table along with your guys’ phones and a small clock reading 8:41 AM.

You sigh softly, allowing your eyes to land back at your usually anxious boyfriend. He looked much calmer than he did awake, his brows weren't scrunched up, his lips weren't curved into his awkward smile, he looked calm. With everything he's been through, he deserves to be happy.

You stand up from the bed, pulling off the covers. You take a glance back to Eric, smiling softly, you lean down and give a soft kiss to his forehead.

You head into the bathroom attached to your guys’ bedroom and begin undressing to take a warm morning shower.

Eric stirred hearing the sound of running water, opening his eyes and adjusting to the light slipping through the curtains, he leaned up slowly. Glancing around, he took notice of a few things. 1) You were no longer in bed, meaning you were the one in the shower. 2) The clock read 8:57 AM. 3) The shower had just been turned off from the sound of it.

He laid back down, taking in a deep breath and letting his eyes gently fall back down. Eric has never felt so calm while being awake in his life, you had really made the poor boy happy.

He opened his eyes to the feeling of you jumping onto the bed. He looked over at you, smiling softly. You smiled as well, kissing Eric once more.

He deserves to be happy. . . .

*A/N: Sorry it's not that great, it's my first x-reader. Plus I'm not a good writer.*

ya know itd be REALLLLL cool if someone sent an art ask bc i wanna draw but cant bc i have 0 inspiration in me rn

THIS IS HOW I FIGURE OUT EVERYTHING. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO WATCH? ENIE MINIE MINY MOE THAT SHIT

UF papyrus: I AM THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS!!!

Y/N: mmmmmmm

UF sans: and I'm sans, sans the skeleton

Y/N: MMMMMMMM

Y/N, in love this both: well, theres only one way to settle this

Y/N:

UF papyrus:

UF sans:

Y/N: enie minie miny mo-

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