just to be clear, I’m staying here as long as this site functions. I have 0 intentions of deleting this blog, I will go down with this ship if only to see exactly how bad it gets
Dark drummed his pencil on the desk, glaring down at his stack of papers. He glanced up at the clock and huffed sitting back in his seat. It was ten fifteen and there was no way he would finish the planning that needed to be done anytime soon. All he wanted to do was crawl in bed and curl up against Wilford’s side. This is part of the life you chose Dark. Things like your love life have to be put on hold for the greater need of the Egos. Yes but sometimes love is more important than this. It’s not like he won’t have time to work on this tomorrow. Damien your love for William makes you blind Celine hissed And your hate for what Dark did to Mark makes you vengeful and you couldn’t give a damn if Dark ran himself into the ground. Stop fighting Dark growled dropping his head into his hands.There was a soft knock on the door. Dark looked up to see Wilford closing the door behind him. Wilford’s eyes always seemed to bring peace to Dark. He had dark brown eyes with a ring of bring pink around his iris and as soon as they met Dark’s Black ones, Dark felt his body relax. “Still working?” Wilford asked walking over to Dark and sitting down on his desk.
Dark sat back a soft smile on his lips, “When am I not Wil?”
“Are we getting a new Ego?” Wilford asked looking down at the pile of papers.
Dark huffed reaching for the papers and extracting a picture from the plie, “His name is Yanderplier, he is from Japan so I have to travel quite some distance for him.”
“Who are you taking with you Darky?” Wilford asked taking the picture from Dark and looking down at the pail skinned, red haired boy.
“I was thinking one of the Googles for translation, and maybe you if you wanted to go…why are you still in work clothes?” Dark asked taking in the full image of Wilford.
“Blue is still editing. He is very distractible today.” Wilford answered putting the picture back on top of the pile, “How old is he?”
“23. He is in college now, Mark said he didn’t even intend of making him but the fans kinda,” Dark answered shrugging, “And distractible how? Is he working on a full episode or half?”
“Half but Bim has also been gone all day so it doesn’t surprise me that he is off his game,” Wilford answered, “ And I would love to go with you Darky but I have too much going on in the studio at the moment.” Wilford took Dark’s face between his hands.
Dark closed his eyes temporally feeling his and Damien’s hearts soar, “I’ll talk with Blue tonight see where his head is at.”
“Spend tomorrow with me?” Wilford whispered pressing light kisses across Dark’s forehead.
Dark grimaced, “There is still so much planning I have to do.”
Wilford shook his head and said softly, “I won’t take no for an answer Darky. Tomorrow is just for you and me. You already know you’ll be taking Red with you; he is the best at translating. There isn’t much left to be done but book your tickets and Oliver could do that.”
“Let me leave an intermarry for Oliver then.” Dark said pressing a light kiss to Wilford’s lips.
“You have fifteen minutes. If I have to come back for you,” Wilford said standing up a glint in his eye, “I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you to bed. Then have my way with you all night.”
Dark groaned softly, “Give me forty-five minutes, I need to talk to Blue first then I’ll meet you in your room.”
“When will you get it through your head that it’s our room Dark?” Wilford asked.
Dark shrugged, “I probably never will Wil.” Wilford shook his head, a knowing smile on his lips as he left the office. Dark quickly began to fill out the few simple tasks he had for Oliver the next day, then walked out of his office to find Blue.
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“Good morning handsome,” Wilford said his voice raspy from sleep.
Dark opened his eyes and turned to face Wilford, “Good morning Wil, what do we have on the agenda today?”
“Just a simple picnic and more of what we did last night later,” Wilford answered leaning forward to slowly kiss down Dark’s neck and bare chest.
“Wil,” Dark groaned pushing the pink haired man back, “You need to go set things in order in the studio before we go.”
“Get ready then Darky.” Wilford said standing up, pulling a pair of boxers on and disappearing into the bathroom.
Dark sat up, cracking his neck and back into place. He walked slowly to the closet and opened it, “What should I wear today?”
Wilford stuck his head out of the bathroom, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, “Wear something casual; jeans and a tee-shirt.”
Dark nodded and turned back to the closet. He barely had anything in there; he really needed to move more of his cloths into Wilford’s room. Wear the black jeans and gray sweater.Do you not know any other colors besides gray and black Damien? Dark rolled his eyes not in the mood to hear their bickering this early. He did take Damien’s advice however.
Wilford wrapped his arms around Dark’s middle, “It doesn’t take you long to get ready.” Dark commented turning his face to see Wilford was already completely dressed.
“I took a shower after you fell asleep last night,” Wilford shrugged. He turned Dark around, grabbed his bare hips and pulled him closer to him pressing a kiss to his lips, “I’ll be back in about an hour.”
Dark hummed smiling softly. He walked into the bathroom and started to get ready.
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Dark ran around the car opening the door for Wilford, “So why a picnic?” Wilford shrugged carrying the basket and blanket out to the grass. It used to be one of my favorite things to do. That’s saying that William is also somewhere in there. That he is also part of that madness. Can you say he isn’t? How do you know he isn’t kinda like me? Because Wilford is himself and isn’t possessed. His mind is just broken.
Dark sat next to Wilford, “There are a lot of butterfly’s out today.”
Dark froze midway from taking the wineglass from Wilford’s hand, “What?” he asked
“Yeah see.” Wilford said standing up and gesturing around to the many aster bushes
“We need to leave.” Dark croaked his eyes dancing between the many plants.
“Darky they won’t hurt you.” Wilford said bending down and putting the wine glass down. He stood up and walked closer to the bushed
“Wilford, I’m under attack!” Dark yelled out watching as a butterfly landed on his sleeve.
Wilford turned his head frowning in confusion, “Wh?”
“I need assistance!” Dark yelled louder stumbling to his feet holding his arm out as still as a board.
“W-whats going on?” Wilford asked taking a few tentative steps back towards Dark
Dark pointed to the butterfly on his arm, “I am being harassed.”
“Aw- Dark its just a butterf-.” Wilford answered back a look of slight confusion still on his face.
“Unhand me fiend!” Dark yelled swinging his arm madly in an attempt to get the butterfly to get off his arm. Dark’s eyes widened when another one landed next to the first. “Wilford I’m being serious HELP!”
Wilford walked back to Dark, brushing the butterflies from his arm. He took Dark’s panicked face between his hands, “What’s going on Darky?”
“That was a black and brown butterfly Wil.” Dark answered his eyes still wide with fear.
“What does that mean?” Wilford asked a slight frown on his face.
“When butterfly’s land on you its an omen. Those aren’t good colors Wil. Black is illness of a loved one and brown means life changing news. Both of those together could mean a very bad thing for you.” Dark explained quickly.
“Good thing I don’t believe in them then.” Wilford said chucking. He pressed a swift kiss to Dark’s lips, “That’s an old wives tale my love. You can’t believe everything your told.”
“I was an old wives tale.” Dark croaked out wrapping his arms around Wilford’s middle bearing his face against Wilford’s chest.
Characters: Bim Trimmer, Googleiplier, mentioned Dr. Iplier, mentioned Wilford Warfstache
Bim shivered as the cold air in the studio surrounded him, rendering even his normally mildly warm suit into nothing. Despite this, he snuggled into his suit jacket, hoping to find at least a bit of warmth. He just had to finish editing a few more parts on the new Warfstache TV episode, and then he’d be able to go back to his and Google’s room and curl up under the blanket until he was nice and toasty again.
His empty stomach didn’t help at all, his hunger being caused by the fact that he often skipped meals to do his work, which was a habit Dr. Iplier was trying to break, but his efforts were usually useless. Today was a bit of a different day, for three main reasons: First, Wilford had left the studio earlier than usual for a date with Dark, making this one of the rare times Bim was working without an annoying yet relaxing arrogant pink puffball yelling about something stupidly interesting. Second, the doctor was at the clinic late today, so he wasn’t there to try and make Bim at least drink some water. And third, definitely the worst, especially for the human popsicle that is Bim Trimmer, the heater in the studio was broken. It was the middle of winter, under 50°F at this time of the day, and he’d been in the freezing cold room almost all day.
The game show host almost gave into temptation and half assed the editing to call it a day, but his stubbornness caused him to continue the right way. He managed to finish in half an hour, and, even though it wasn’t the best, the chill made him quickly decide that Wilford never cared unless everything about it sucked anyways and he left the studio, heading to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee before going up to his room.
Somehow, he managed to down the mug by the time he got to the door, but he didn’t bother going back down to put it away, instead setting it on the nightstand next to their bed. Google had been pacing the room while his boyfriend entered, probably trying to work off the anger of something stupid Bing said again, and only stopped when Bim came up, took off his glasses, set them on the desk, hugged him, and snuggled into him. If it was in his programming to blush, he would’ve, but instead he just wrapped his arms around the shorter man, looking down at him with a confused expression on his face. “There wouldn’t happen to be an explanation for this, would there, Bim?”
His voice slightly muffled by the androids shoulder, Bim said, “The heater in the studio.” The heat coming from Blue’s core seemed to spread all the way through him, and he buried his face deeper into his boyfriend’s shoulder.
“And you decided it would be a good idea to stay in there all day?”
“Just because I was slowly freezing to death doesn’t mean I couldn’t work. I work for Wilford motherfucking Warfstache.”
“Understandable. Feel free to hug me as much as you see fit, but if you simply wanted to cuddle, you could always just ask.”
Bim didn’t give a verbal response, but he nodded, so Google lead him to the bed, wrapping the blanket around the two of them as Bim settled back into his chest. He glanced up quickly to make sure the door was closed, as any of the others would probably make a cult off of the pictures they took of this moment, and planted a gentle kiss on the top of his head.
Bim hummed happily and snuggled closer as Blue took off his glasses to make sure they wouldn’t be damaged if they fell asleep like this. He ran his fingers through Bim’s hair, twirling some of the strands around before letting them go once more.
It was an interesting sight to see, a robot cuddling with a show host still in his suit, but of course it was adorable. Why wouldn’t it be? The two of them stayed awake like this for around an hour and a half, neither saying a word as they simply settled and took a world record of time to get perfectly comfortable, but eventually they both fell asleep, and Google making sure the door was closed was completely useless because Dr. Iplier still took a picture and showed all the others when he came home and came to check on them.
Small child full of Bees 
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