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THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE CHASE

Spirits

In my defense, it was a fantastic pun. And sometimes you just gotta pour one out for the homies. On a different note, I hurt my own feelings writing this.

Ghost!Chase x GN!Reader, TW: alcohol, grief, death, funeral mention, human experimentation mention Words: 870

You get out of your car in the graveyard parking lot, the anniversary of Chase’s death. It’s gotten a little easier over the years, but it’s still hard to believe he’s gone. You take the grocery bag out of the back seat, heading through the gates to find his grave. You know where it is, your feet almost take you there by themselves, you’ve walked the path so many times. That laboratory deemed his death a “non-preventable casualty” and refused to give any details, and something inside you has told you it wasn’t an accident.

You pull your hood over your ears, the chill autumn air sending shivers down your spine. Just like you do every year, you stare at his gravestone, almost like you’re processing all over again that he’s truly gone. Like you never fully believed it. And you don’t even know if you ever will. You set the bag down, getting down on one knee as you rustle through it. From the bag you pull out a bottle of whiskey, an energy drink, and a small bouquet of flowers. Old flowers are discarded, long dried out and abandoned. You hold the beverages in your hands, staring at the labels. They’re his favorites, ironic how the drinks you tried to get him to stop drinking end up being the things you bring to his grave.

You pop the cork of the whiskey and open the can of energy drink, watching as the two pour out onto the ground, sinking deep into the ground. Something about it feels, good almost. Making a danger cocktail for him, exactly like the ones he used to try and get you to drink. When there’s nothing more than a few sips in each left, you down them yourself, making a face but, you do it for him.

You get comfortable, talking to him about how life has been this year. The ups, the downs, how you still check on his brothers for him. Trying to do best by him while also living your life. It’s a difficult balance, but you have support keeping you upright. When you run out of things to say, you set the whiskey bottle on the lip of the headstone, placing the flowers inside. It’s what he would’ve wanted. As you walk away, something inside you pulls you back, looking at his name on the stone. Through tears, you give him one last fistbump, for old time’s sake.

You step away, wiping your eyes on your sleeve as you take your trash back to your car.

“WAIT-“

You stop in your tracks, not believing what you heard. Maybe you shouldn’t have drank the whiskey and energy drink…

“Dude! I know you can hear me!”

You spin around to be faced with an apparition of Chase, ghostly blue but he almost looks solid in the evening light.

“Chase-“

You cautiously reach out to him, hand colliding with his chest. He’s cold, but he’s there. Your hands move to his shoulders, looking at him through tears before pulling him into a hug. All you can manage out are sobs, apologies, scoldings for leaving you without him, anything you can think to say to him now that you know he’s listening.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay. Well, I’m not, I’m a ghost. But I thought you could help me with that…”

The idea of getting your friend back makes your heart leap, maybe, maybe you could fix things between the two of you. Confess the things you always wanted to.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you need, dude.”

“My body… isn’t here. It’s still at the facility. I didn’t even know I had a grave, although I guess I should’ve expected that.”

“It- it’s not here!?”

You fish through your memories of the funeral, realizing you never saw Chase in that casket. The top was always closed.

“They said the lid was closed because you were disfigured…”

“Yeah that’s a load of bullshit. They were the ones that killed me. They’re trying to use my body as a vessel for… something.”

Your face is a mixture of horror and disgust, which makes Chase chuckle a little bit.

“So… we’re breaking your body out of prison?”

“I mean, that’s one way of putting it.”

“And your brothers? They’ll want to see you. Want to help.”

“I know! I know! But, I wanted to see you first. I didn’t realize you still cared.”

“I always cared, Chase. No matter what your thoughts said. I thought I was waiting for you to come back to me emotionally, not spiritually…”

“I’m sorry, I wanted to. But, they grabbed me. The facility-“

“You need to talk to Henrik about that, later. Right now, I have my boy back. And we’ll get your body back, I promise.”

“Your boy… I forgot you called me that.”

“As long as you’ll let me.”

“Always. Please.”

You look at each other for a moment, before you pull him to your chest, kissing the top of his head.

“Let's get you home. See your brothers. Marv will be able to help in the short term.”

“You’re staying, right?”

“Wouldn’t leave you even if they decided it was my turn to go to that facility.”

People will look at an edgelord demon guy and be like "Smash"

Illinois Jones & The quest for the shadow sapphire - Part 1

(Based on this fanfiction)

Illinois spun around in his swivel chair, throwing darts on the wall. Each one of them landing everywhere except the board, he huffed and started to aim his last dart with the utmost focus. A loud, sudden knock at his front door caused him to miss his almost perfect shot, the dart falling next to a picture on his desk. The knocking only got heavier. "Hold your fuckin' horses, I'm comin." This mysterious person had clearly never heard of being patient. Illinois quickly ran down the stairs of his home, once he approached the door the knocking had ceased which made him curious. Considering whoever was there before seemed like they were about to turn the door into wood chips. Illinois cautiously opened the door and looked out, On his doorstep was a newspaper clipping stapled to a sealed envelope. He picked it up and brought it inside, he picked up the article clipping. 'VINTAGE RING STOLEN FROM AUCTION' this was definitely interesting. It seemed like this was a retrieval mission, and he knew just the person to contact.

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire -PROLOUGE

Dark gazed at the gates of the manor from his window Perhaps he should've gotten an actually competent underling to retrieve his item.. Suddenly the door to his office swung open. "Oh, You're still alive? I'd started to think a pack of wolves had mauled you. No matter. Do you have what I asked for?" He quipped, turning to face the thief before him. A small sack was thrown onto the desk, startling the sleeping cat out of its slumber atop some paperwork. "Oh now look what you've done, you scared Dames." Dark sat down in his chair and petted his cat assuringly as he emptied the sack. A small gorgeous sapphire ring fell onto the desk. The stone on top of it was a shimmering cerulean with black accents and it rested on a silver band with a gorgeous engraving of what looked to be a new moon. The thief glanced at the cat who hissed angrily at him, he turned his gaze back to Dark. "So, do I get my payment?" Dark raised an eyebrow. "What are you going to do with money? You're not exactly alive." The thief clenched his fists. "You know damn well I'm talking about my soul." He grumbled, placing his hands on the demons desk. "Oh yes..Your soul. About that, There's been.. a change of plans." A smirk overtook the eldritch demons face as he watched the thiefs expression change from frustration to panic. "What do you mean..?" The thief asked, cautiously stepping away from the desk. "I've decided you won't be receiving it after all." Shadows started to rise from the corners and slowly coil themselves around the limbs of the thief. "Why are you doing this?! I thought we had a deal! You promised!" He shouted as the shadows started dragging him down. "Think of it this way, I'm putting your talents to good use instead of letting you waste them on petty gas station robberies. Now, Get out of my sight." With a flick of his wrist, the thief was dragged into the shadows, it happened so quick that Dark could've barely noticed he was even there in the first place. "Well then, time to attend to more important matters.." He said, grabbing a pen and starting to write a letter.

'To Illinois'

sometimes i want to throw my computer but i cant afford to do so

I don't think there's a single completed Darkiplier fanfic on wattpad that hasn't included Antisepticeye at some point, even if it's in a sequel fic. And I eat it tf up every time because i live for Antisepticeye vs. Darkiplier kinda shit So basically, when in doubt, turn Anti into a plot device

THIS IS ILLEGAL IM CALLING THE GACHA POLICE

DEVILS DONT FLLYYYY

I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead..

My wrists can't take any more drawing, so have some gacha content!! (I love gacha life so goddamm much)

My favorite thing is when someone notices like a background detail in my drawings it makes me really happy

Wattpad fanfics are so like crazy bc you'll always like see THE MOST INTERESTING FUCKING INTRODUCTIONS TO THE STORY AND CHARACTER BUT THEN THE AUTHOR DISSAPEARS OF THE FACE OF THE EARTH WHEN THE FANFIC JUST STARTS TO GET INTERESTING. OR THEY END REALLY SATISFYINGLY BUT USUALLY ITS THE FORMER AND LIKE IS WATTPAD CURSED OR SOMETHING (Wouldn't doubt that it is) BUT SERIOUSLY WHAT DEITY IS CAUSING THESE TALENTED PEOPLE TO DISSAPEAR

Cover art for a fic I'm planning out, artwork is inspired by @mothgodofchaos

He's so gorgeous

hmmmm do u really not like Jack's current style as much or is it just that less people post their fav pics of him at his prettiest on your feed like they used to

SET IT OFF MENTIONED 🎊

Music Headcanons

I capped it at four songs per ego just since this is a longer list than I usually do. Apologies for the long post.

Dark:

Dead Inside by Younger Hunger

Kill the Lights by Set It Off

Kiss Me You Animal by Burn the Ballroom

Only The Lonely Survive by Marianas Trench

Wilford:

Bad Romance by Lady Gaga

No Mercy by DeathbyRomy

Paint The Town Red by Doja Cat

Sway With Me by Saweetie, GALXARA

Actor:

arsonists by Ethan Bortnick

The Devil is a Gentleman by Merci Raines

House of Memories by P!ATD

Killer In The Mirror by Set It Off

Google:

Blinding Lights by The Weeknd

The Data Stream by The Stupendium, Cami-Cat

Plastic Doll by Lady Gaga

This Is Love by Air Traffic Controller

Murdoch:

DAYWALKER! by mgk, CORPSE

Love Bites (So Do I) by Halestorm

Mx. Sinister by IDKHBTFM

Silver Screen by Jonny T, Foreign Figures

Illinois:

Bad by Jake Daniels

Golden Boy by Bryce Fox

JOYRIDE by Kesha

Ride It Hard by Warren Zeiders

Yancy:

BTBBRBBQ by Bear Ghost

F**k The Bad Vibes by Solence

Saints of the Sinners by The Faim

Want Me Back by Cody Fry, Cory Wong, Dynamo

Anti:

Don’t Stop by Innerpartysystem

Faster n Harder by 6arelyhuman

Parasite by Set It Off

Raging on a Sunday by Bohnes

Marvin:

City of Angels by DeathbyRomy

Macho by RealXman

Traitor by Daughtry

Won’t Pray for You by Jayden Hammer

Jackie:

can you hear the thunder? by Animal Sun

The Last Domino by Skyhill

Middle Of The Road by Chaz Cardigan

White Whale by Shadow Academy

Random but I have 115.2 hours on Stardew valley

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Pyre

(Gift for @mothgodofchaos bc they've been working hard on their stuffs, I hope you like it!)

TW: Witch trials, mentions of fire/burning

"People of god! Look upon this wench, marked by their wicked deeds, has rejected the way of our lord and instead embraced the darkness that is the devil. There is no mercy for the likes of them. Do not be fooled by their cries and pleas of innocence. Their heart belongs to evi, and their suffering is just. THIS is the price of disobeying the Lord's will! Let this punishment be a warning to all: Those of you who consort with darkness shall be found and purged from the face of this world. Before the flames cleanse their soul, let us allow this witch to speak their final words. Tell us your lies." Tears threatening to spill while struggling in your binds.

"Please! I am no witch! I swear this upon my soul!" That was probably the biggest lie you'd ever told. You were most definitely a witch, But you weren't going to tell these assholes that. You tried to warn them about the oncoming storms so they'd have some time to prepare, but did they listen? NO. Instead they were going to burn you alive & for what?! TRYING TO HELP THEM!

"Do not burn me for a crime I haven't committed! My friends know my innocence!" You pleaded, your gaze sweeping through the crowd for even a glimpse of your coven. You locked eyes with the high priestess of your coven. "Please, you know I'm innocent!" The crowd looked towards her. "No. You are not. You are a soulless witch." She said blankly, staring you dead in the eye from the ground. THAT BACKSTABBING LITTLE-

"May the lord have mercy on you." The priest told you, approaching with a lit torch. Well, seems like it's curse time then. "Fine. Set me ablaze. But know this: My blood will not cure your hunger for righteousness, with every flame I-"

The sound of shrieking cut off your monologue. Hands made from rotting flesh rose from the ground and grabbed at the feet of the priest and other villagers. Absolute chaos ensued as everybody else started running back to their homes, you stood there in confusion wondering how dead people were interrupting your execution but you were grateful nonetheless. Suddenly a man draped in a cloak of deep violet appeared in front of you, he sat atop a skeletal horse and held a fancy staff you could only dream of touching. The staff was adorned with all types of magical sigils and on the top of it was a beautiful glowing crystal. The man grinned at you. "Well hello there, in need of assistance~?" He asked, dismounting his steed and approaching you. "So you're the cause of this interruption, hm?" You looked at his arms, a good portion of it was dark as charcoal. His fingers ended in incredibly sharp talons, he looked pretty strong too. The man rolled his eyes at your comment. "Would you like to be rescued or not?" You scoffed "Just unbind me, will you?" In a moments notice your ropes were cut and you were free. You gasped and quickly hugged the man, knocking his hood off. "Oh thank you so very much.." You gazed into his gorgeous eyes. They were the most beautiful shade of purple you'd ever seen. A blush coated his cheeks. "Of course, I couldn't let a beauty such as yourself go to waste." You then walked over to the priest who was frozen in place by the hands of the dead, taking the torch from his hands. "May the lord have mercy on you." You remarked mockingly before setting him ablaze. You then turned back to the man who cleared his throat and offered his hand to you. "Shall we leave this dreary village?" He asked, winking at you. "Of course." You took his hand and he helped you onto the horse. "Oh, did I mention I'm a necromancer?" You just smiled adoringly at him. "I love a powerful man~" If you didn't believe in love at first site before, you definitely did now.

"I think I'm in love with you."

I GET TO MARRY ACTOR MARK FUCK YEAH. Oh and tags. @ijwrff

(also tag your friends!) time to start a new chain of chaos >:)

let’s see who the lucky man is-

…hey yk what that’s not bad. it could be a LOT worse.

@stawberrywaffles307 @fiveminutetrash @salubriousbean @kybercrystals94 @royallykt @faithsilver (tags open!)

My personal nonsensical headcanon abt Dark is that he owns a pet cat that's somehow like demonic by association bc like when he's Dark it's a blob of void but when he's Damien it's a tuxedo kitty. The kitty is technically named Damien Jr., but is addressed as Dames. Also, the cat mimicks whatever he does

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IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT KIND OF WRITER YOU ARE YOU CAN BE WRITING: POEMS, FANFICS, IDK NORMAL FICS, NOVELS, SHORT STORIES, IDK ANYTHING!! JUST REBLOG!!!

Welcome Home (Darkiplier x reader) Part 5- A date gone Dark

(TWs: Mentions of drugging,Manipulation, Forced kiss, Yandere behaviour if you squint. Dead dove do not eat I think?)

You entered your room and sat down on the floor, slamming the door behind you. You were beyond upset at Mark, he’d been cancelling out on your get togethers for years now but the moment you did? Suddenly it was wrong.

Mark was allowed to push you aside and replace you as much as he wanted. Merely thinking about it caused you to clench your fists incredibly hard. But no more, no longer were you going to deal with that bullshit. Damien would never do such a thing to y- Wait, why are you thinking about Damien? Your argument with Mark had nothing to do with him. Maybe Mark was right. Going on this date might be a bad ide- Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through your head, followed by a piercing ringing in your ears that made you squeeze your eyes shut.. You groaned and held your head in pain, stretching out your legs. You blinked once it stopped, feeling lightheaded. What were you thinking about?

Oh yes, Damien. You felt like you could go on for hours about how sweet he’s been to you. “You deserve somebody who won’t take you for granted..Somebody who could give you the world..” He’d told you. You didn’t want to think about Damien too much, but he just kept invading your mind, taking hold of it with his sweet words or his smooth voice. 

Your foot suddenly made contact with something, a deck of tarot cards. It piqued your curiosity so you picked it up and shuffled the deck before spreading it out. You picked up the first card, turning it over to reveal the seven of swords.

Deception.

You shakily place it down before picking up your second tarot.

The Devil.

The creature in the illustration looming over a chained subordinate kneeling to him. The room felt colder and the strange scar on your wrist started to burn again.

With a shaky hand you picked up your final tarot.

The moon.

Something was lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right time to pounce.

The pain jolted through your body again, and in a moments notice you've suddenly found yourself fully dressed for your date. You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of apprehension before meeting Damien. You couldn’t back out on him now. It’d be rude. What was the worst that could happen anyway? 

You entered the restaurant with Damien, taking in its magnificent glamour. You’d only really seen places like this in your dreams or just passing by. Damien pulled out a chair for you and smiled gentlemanly at you while you sat down. His charming demeanor made you melt inside while making you uncomfortable at the same time.

Damien sat in front of you, smiling charmingly while he poured wine for the 2 of you. You smiled at him. “I’m so glad I chose to come out here with you. It really takes my mind off the whole situation I had with Mark.” You said, taking a sip of the wine. It tasted odd and much more..bitter than it should be. You took another sip to confirm you weren’t imagining it. Damien smiled at you. “Of course. Anything for you. I could take you to the places you want to go..” Suddenly, your vision started to blur and you felt drowsy.

Your head started to hurt.

“I can especially take you to the places you don’t want to go..” Damiens grin turned sinister. You quickly shoved your hands into your pockets and made an attempt to call Mark with whatever remained of your strength. Damien stalked towards you. “There is nothing that you, Or he could ever do to stop me. You’re powerless now, little mouse..” He grabbed your chin forcefully and pulled you into a rough kiss. “Don’t worry, mon amour. You’ll never leave me again..” A quiet cry of panic escaped your lips before everything went dark.