Um, may I request a Hurt/Comfort fic with Dark and Author being best bros, like, the moment they met, they clicked immediately, each other's sarcasm and morbid humor buds, and when Author 'died' and was remade into Host, Dark sees echoes of his old friend in Host, and that's why Dark is oftentimes nicer to Host in comparison to other egos. (Other than Wil. Every Dark has a Wilford shaped soft spot lol)
Dark couldn't help but stare, sometimes.
He knew the Host hated it. Hated being reminded who he used to be, what he used to do. But Dark...well, he always had a hard time with letting go. It was why he showed up to that ill-fated party all those years ago. In the hopes of rekindling old friendships long-since gone sour.
With the Host, it was different. He was still here. An ever-present reminder. Their laugh was the same, in the rare instance either of them ever let out a full belly laugh. The Host's dry wit -- though perhaps less crass -- was still the same. And that grin...that will always be the same, no matter how much the Host liked to hide it.
"Is Darkiplier alright? The Host can feel him...staring. Again."
Dark blinked, and offered an apologetic smile that he knew the Host couldn't see. "...My apologies, Host. I was simply...lost in thought. Reminiscing."
The Host's expression twisted slightly, a grimace that spoke volumes of his opinion. "Why does Darkiplier insist on reliving the past? Surely there are better things to 'reminisce' about."
At that, Dark actually laughed, before sighing. "Reliving the past is sort of my schtick, Host. It's who I am. What I am. And it's hard to forget...when you share more similarities than you'd like to admit."
The Host's grimace fully twisted into a scowl, and he stood abruptly from where he and Dark had been sitting at the kitchen table, both nursing a mug of tea and basking in what had once been quiet. "The Author was a monster. He tortured and maimed and killed for nothing but his own pleasure. The Host is nothing like him."
Dark didn't argue. They'd had this conversation many times before already. The Host pinched the bridge of his nose, his bandages starting to darken as he bled with his stress, and he slammed his free hand onto the table. "Fine, if Darkiplier wants the memories so badly -- he can have them."
With a few muttered words, the table was suddenly filled with dozens of old notebooks, a few piles of published books, and stacks of loose pieces of paper, disheveled and some of it rotting. Dark raised an eyebrow. "What's this?"
"His work." The Host's voice was flat, distanced. "All of it. The Host doesn't want it. He left it rotting in that cabin for a reason. But if Darkiplier insists on bringing up the past -- he can have it."
Dark's eyes went wide, and he reached for the first of many notebooks. He didn't realize the Author kept them all. When he touched it, the Host flinched as if he'd been shocked, and spun on his heel, storming out of the room. Dark didn't stop him. He had a feeling this was as nice and thoughtful as the man was going to get when it came to the Author, letting Dark keep the material rather than burning it or letting it continue to waste away. He cracked open the cover, and ran his fingers over the long-dried ink. The Author's handwriting was messy and illegible in some places, and Dark was out of practice when it came to his mad scribbles...but he began to read.
The Host was not the Author. But he was his echo, and Dark was glad enough for that.
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I call this one "Double Kill"
[ID. First panel, Nino sits at his and Adrien's table in school, he's angled to face Adrien, his right arm resting on the back of their bench and his left hand on the table. He's saying "I still can't believe I got Rose with "Ligma"..." with his eyes closed. There's a small amount of text next to his head that reads: "It was funny, but I still feel bad..." indicating he's saying it under his breath. Him saying this gets Adrien's attention.
Second panel, Adrien is facing forward at Nino. His face is set in a worried smile as he asks, "What's "Ligma"? Is it serious?".
Third panel, Wide shot of them at their desk, showing Marinette and Alya at their table as well, looking down at them. Adrien keeps an expression of now confused worry as Nino looks at him with an open mouth. Marinette is looking down at Adrien with both hands over her mouth as her shoulders shake with contained laughter. Alya is also covering her mouth, but her joy is less contained as she smiles. The word "SPEECHLESS" is written above them to help get the surprise the three of them feel across.
Fourth panel, a shot of Adrien alone, facing forward and covering his face in embarrassment as the statement, "Just found out what Ligma is" is pointed to him in a looping arrow.
Fifth panel, a wide shot of Ladybug and Chat Noir sitting on the edge of a building together. Chat Noir is sitting criss cross with his hands resting on his thighs, sitting forward a bit to show that he's listening to Ladybug. Ladybug is much more relaxed, leaning back on her right hand and holding her left hand up casually. She's smiling as she recalls: "And then he fell for Ligma! I feel bad, but I kinda wanna see if he'll also fall for "Candace"..."
Sixth panel, Chat Noir is now crossing his arms, raising an eyebrow, squinting his eyes, and tilting his head. His right cat ear tilts as well, while his left one stays straight. The words: "Skeptical but curious" are pointed at him with a straight arrow. He's saying, "And who's "Candace"?"
Seventh panel, Ladybug is looking at Chat Noir with a shocked expression, her eyebrows raised and her jaw dropped. She's sitting straighter, her hand is still resting on the ledge, but it's no longer supporting her. The same "SPEECHLESS" is floating above her as it was seen in the third panel, to show just how shocked she truly is.
Eighth panel, Chat Noir is sitting with his knees up to his chest as he covers his face with his hands in embarrassment. His ears are flattened and his tail is curled around his ankles. The words "Just found out who Candace is" is pointed at him with a straight arrow. End ID]
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Little Big Changes ✂️~
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A long forgotten short comic I did for pre-totk/post-botw domestic zelink
I love Zel’s hair symbolism especially after altering her status as a “princess”and becoming a Hateno grade school teacher. She’d most likely still maintain some insecurities but that’s what our lovely knight was made for <3
Semi-connected to my previous Signing Link headcanon, Link speaks here for the first time post-Calamity and gets super self-conscious. But of course Zelda doesn’t mind and is happy that Link growing more comfortable after the events of breath of the wild
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Hug
It's nearly impossible to have a quiet and peaceful day with the crew, like the strawhats. Nami is mostly used to the noise on Going Merry but one day she gets fed up with Zoro and Sanji arguing. Not only are they extremely loud, but they've also already broken way too many things during their fights.
She decides that If they want to act like brats, then she's going to treat them as such. So she makes them apologize and hug each other in silence for an hour. None of them are happy about this punishment, but Nami threatened to raise Zoro's debt, and Sanji couldn't say no to her. It could be worse.
It's awkward enough for them to not incite any fight for a long time and Nami is quite proud of herself. She knows it won't last forever but at least now she knows how to handle them. It inevitably happens again. And again. And again.
Much to her surprise, those fights became more and more frequent. And what's even weirder is that she could see the way both Zoro and Sanji occasionally glanced at her to make sure she was nearby. It's almost as if they wanted someone to make them hug each other. As if they needed an excuse.... these idiots.
Soon, they don't even need Nami's help. When they aren't busy training, cooking or fighting, they cuddle together. Sometimes Luffy or Chopper would join them, but most of the crew knew it was their time.
After two years spent separately, they became extremely clingy. It's no surprise when they start sleeping in the same bed. What is surprising is that despite them behaving like a lovey-dovey couple, those oblivious idiots are STILL unaware of each other's feelings.
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for as much as I love and adore stories where the power of hope and friendship is a blinding wonderful light, full of happiness and ease and laughter, something hits different about the way hope, in ffxiv, looks like this
covered in blood and dirt and limping forward. It’s probably been said multiple times before but isn’t it a reassuring image to know that hope drags itself through the mud just as much as you do and keeps fighting when it can hardly stand. and amidst deepest despair, light everlasting
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