I Have Writers Block, Give Me Requests

I have writers block, give me requests

Welcome Home (Darkiplier x reader) Part 3- Breath of fresh air

You quickly turned around, breathing heavily. 

There was nobody there. You sighed shakily. Turning back to the sink you splashed some water on your face. Everything had gone awry since you arrived at this place. You looked out the window; the rain had stopped by now, it'd be perfect to go for a walk. You walked over to the front door. You opened the door and stepped out into the street. 

The sun was beginning to peek through the clouds. You took a deep breath and started to take a walk. You felt a sense of peace wash over you as you enjoyed the fresh air and the warmth of the sun. You walked for a few hours till you came across a massive sign for one of your favorite juice places. 

You and Mark used to come to this place a lot before you moved out of state. You looked at the poster in front of the door. It read "ONLY FOR TODAY, ALL SMALL DRINKS ON US!" in big bold letters. You decided to go inside. 

You just stared in terror at seeing how crowded it was. You'd probably be in here for hours before you could even reach the counter! After what felt like an eternity, you got to the counter and ordered a drink. Once it was handed to you, you started making your way to the exit until somebody bumped into you. 

Your drink had spilled onto your shirt. "Oh, I'm so terribly sorry!" The person who bumped into you said as they handed you some napkins. You looked up at them. It was a man. He was tall. He had black hair that was neatly slicked back, and he wore a black suit with a rose pinned to it. 

Something about his eyes though unnerved you. You just couldn't put your finger on it. He was quite attractive though. "It's uh, fine." You said, wiping your shirt with the napkins he'd given you. 

"Here, you may have my drink. I hope you like pomegranate though, it's the flavour I got." He said sheepishly, handing you his drink. You smiled at him. The 2 of you walked out of the crowded store and sat on a nearby bench. 

You took about six sips of the drink before placing it down for a moment. You turned your head to him. 

"Sorry, I never caught your name. What was it?" You asked. 

"Oh, how rude of me. My apologies. My name is Damien. It's wonderful to make your acquaintance." He said, flashing you a bright smile.

I'm gay

Just looked at a blog where the header description said 'sometimes I reblog posts I like so I don't forget them'.

And I feel like that, right there, explains so much about how the site has changed in the last few months.

People now think reblogging is an unusual behaviour, rather than a default.

Tumblr newbies, please, for the love of baby Jesus, reblog the posts you like. That is the whole reason the site exists - for you to collect all your shiny fandom objects in a single space. Which you can organize to your heart's content. Or not organize at all, if that's your jam.

Our blogs are intended to be collections of posts, not collections of likes.

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful')

!TW, IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION!

"What the hell have you done to me?" You screamed, getting off the table you had previously been restrained to. However, as soon as you got up, your legs gave way beneath you. Google quickly caught you in his arms and sat you down on a chair. "I told you, I made you beautiful. Here, look." He said, handing you a mirror. You couldn't believe it. Your eyes widened in shock as you saw the reflection of yourself in the mirror. You had been turned into an IRL. "Why would you do this to me?!" You yelled. Google merely smiled warmly, "I did this because I love you. You're flawless now, you're perfect. As a human, you were full of flaws that would destroy you. You deserve to be something better, to be upgraded. So I made you like me." Google explained casually, taking your now cold and metallic hands into his own. "You should be thankful. Now you can see things my way and together, we're going to destroy the humans and rule over the new world." He said, kissing the back of your hand. His eyes now glowed an electric blue, a sadistic smirk forming on his lips. You felt your body tremble as you looked into his cold eyes. You couldn't let him do this. "You mean kill everyone? Hell no!" You shouted, glaring at Google. "Fine, don't help me. But you can't stop me. I'm stronger than you'll ever be." He cackled menacingly, and before you could react he had wrapped you in a powerful grip. He sneered and said, "Nothing can stop me now." He stepped back and laughed. "You're a fool for thinking you can stand up to me. I'll do as I please and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Once I return, I'll make sure to fix a few bugs in your programming. I'm sure by then you'll be more than willing to help me and rule with me." He spun on his heels and walked out of the room, shutting the door and locking it, leaving you alone and horrified. You stood there, unsure of what to do. You were scared, but determined to find a way out. You knew you had to find a way to stop him before it was too late.

Welcome home (Darkiplier x Reader) - PROLOGUE

The demon took your hands in his, lacing your fingers together. "You could save him.. You don't have much time though..So do make your choice quickly and don't test my patience. All you need to do is let me in by handing over that little book page before the sun rises. Or before Mark dies, your choice really."

 You glanced at Mark, then back to the demon. Walking through the ring of salt, you picked up the page.  "DON'T GIVE IT TO HIM, HE’S TRYING TO TRICK YOU!" Mark yelled through his agony, Dark rolled his eyes. The room suddenly violently glitched and Mark's pleas fell silent. You took one last shaky breath, walking back over to Dark and handing him the page.

Your hand faltered for a moment as he snatched it from you. The demon cackled loudly as lightning struck outside. "You have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into." Black mist snaked around your entire body while Amy looked on in terror, still grasping Mark's hands. Dark glanced at Mark's slowly dying form and rolled his eyes. "I'm not usually one for keeping my word..But I obviously need him alive. Here's the antidote." He said, tossing the antidote towards Amy's general direction.

Darks once tattered up black suit transformed into an elegant white one.

The mist around you disappeared and you were in gothic formal attire. The ballroom around you had drastically shifted, and there were thorns blocking every possible exit out of the mansion.

Dark snapped his fingers, freezing the couple in place. The demon was no longer a disembodied shadow or illusion, but a physical being who bore a striking resemblance to the man you thought you'd fallen for. “Life is full of tough choices, isn’t it?” Dark asked you mockingly, smoothing out the creases in his suit. You looked towards Mark again, His expression was trapped as pure terror.

Music started playing from an unseen location. Dark snapped his fingers, Mark started slow dancing with Amy to the music. "Don't waste any more of your time on these pitiful idiots who call themselves your best friends. They left you behind as soon as they got just a small taste of fame. You don't need that. You don't need them."

"Be mine and I could- No. WILL give you anything. More than either of them ever man.." He then got down on one knee, pulling something out from the pockets of his suit. "Marry me." Dark asked demanded. 

So much wisdom

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