Please-

Not surprising.

alright babes, uquiz time.

find out who you would be in fantasy society. i’m reblogging with a link so tumblr doesn’t hide this. 

Turned to Stone

The lore behind this is sort of sad thanks to @luna4sart but hear me out.

"On a particularly dark night in the gardens of the Manoir one might stumble upon a marble carved statue of a woman in despair. It is said that she was cursed by the moon, but as one would expect not everything is as it seems.

Dark has once tried to undo this curse only to realize that it was but a protection for the Goddess locked inside, bleeding to death from an old wound, never to be known, who caused it to her. But Dark was not ready to save her at the time, as his powers dwelled in darkness, but this being seemed to belong to the light, so Dark used whatever powers he could to stop her from coming alive again, casting the spell back over her as a veil to protect his precious findings.

Since that night Dark keeps the statue in secret, among the twists and turns of the labyrinth of rose bushes in the back gardens. But if one walks among these flowers and finds themselves in the heart of complete darkness, they may find the statue still bleeding and reaching for the moon that cursed yet saved her."

Of course this is just an AU lore, nobody has cast anything but I found it a fun idea to add a wee story around this picture.

The Dark in my story of course is @darkiplierhq and the moon who "cursed" the statue is @luna4sart.

I hope y'all liked it.

I am not crying, you do.

A Midnight Disturbance

The sound of two loaded springs followed Eric Derekson as he hobbled his way down Iplier HQ's main boarding hallway, sniffling and muttering incoherently under his breath as he went.

In the middle of such a quiet night, his presence was tumultuous and unwanted clamor, waking nearly every light-sleeping ego in the immediate vicinity.

In spite of this, not a single one uttered a word, and left the newbie to his own devices.

When a particular door was reached, Eric stopped and listened, hushing his sniffling and passive mutters.

Though, much to his dismay, no sound could be heard within, and the pace of Eric's dainty little heart quickened.

He… he couldn't breathe.

Knock… should he knock?

No… that would be impolite this time of night. S-should he try the knob? No… that would be worse. Surely Dark was out, or maybe asleep or… busy… or… or… or…

Eric slid to the floor, crumpled in on himself, and hugged his knees to his chest, burying his face between them.

Tears began to soak into the fabric as the young ego was reduced to a mere, pathetic, sobbing mess.

But a sudden, deep rumbling drew his attention away from his knees, and all of the bad, frightening things in his head dissipated and faded into obscurity.

“Eric.” Dark’s familiar, resounding voice struck him from every direction, alongside an eerie tinnitus-like ring.

Eric sniffled and gazed up at the suited figure, face a soaked and snotty mess.

“D-D-Dark… D… Dark.” He whimpered.

The demon kneeled before him, a look of what could-be false sympathy gracing his traditionally inexpressive face. 

As Eric gawked, desperate for relief, Dark opened his arms, drawing the younger, forlorn ego in for a comforting hug. 

“Breathe.” Dark cooed. “You are safe… I have you.”

All Eric could do was bawl as Dark's aura converged around him, pressing his face into the older ego’s shoulder, and crushing his glasses in the process.

“C-can't find m-m-m…” 

Dark silenced him, summoning something into one of his hands and releasing the embrace.

“Trapped between the wall and your mattress. 

You ought to keep it some place when you sleep. Try beneath your pillow.”

Eric continued to gawk at Dark as he spoke, his soft, milky brown eyes lighting up the moment his yellow rag came into view.

“O-oh… t… thank. Thank you, Dark. I. I'm…”

“You're fine. Remember what I've told you. 

Breathe.”

Eric took the rag from Dark's hand and shifted nervously in place.

That was when Dark pulled him in for another hug.

“Would you like for me to return you to your room?”

The demon's voice was soft, but a whisper in contrast to the deep echoey rumble the other egos were accustomed to.

Eric was the only one who was ever treated with such a gentle murmur in casual conversation.

“Yes, please…”

And just like that, Eric was back in his bed, prosthetics removed and the yellow rag sitting, folded, on his chest.

He took Dark's advice and shoved it beneath his pillow, where he knew it would be safe… praying no more nightmares would befall him that night.

“Thank you, Dark…” 

He knew Dark was no longer present… but in Eric’s mind, the gratitude would reach him… somehow.

It always would.

[Note(s): I do not believe I ever published this piece, so here you are, my dears. Enjoy. And yes, I did ask Eric for his consent to post this.]

Shattered reflection

A try at digital painting, drawing @darkipliertm

My commissions are open!

Hi there! I have my commissions opened so if you wish to contact me, slide in me DMs.

If you wish to look at my previous work, here is my twitter:

https://twitter.com/AspenNightray?s=09

And if there are any questions you wish to ask, don't be afraid to poke me a bit!

~A.

Gods

Part 1 of my friends depicted as Gods. UwU

@nightninja456 @echoing-melody @ahostofsorts

Boosting this amazing piece of art from here too~

The time for games is over.

This. This is the kind of friend I need right now.

Geode (x)

King of the Stars

No smart remarks for this. I was experimenting with painting and I am happy with the results.

Made for @darkiplierhq

Moody bean

Because yes