i finally got my hands on this video

MAKE A CHOICE.

“So who’s side are you on?”

“What do you mean? Who do I prefer or who would I trust? They’re both homicidal maniacs so I don’t trust either of them!”

“If you had to pick one of them, who would you pick?”

“I don’t know. Who would you pick?”

“Anti, personally. I like his manic look and he’s just a ball of energy.”

“But you wouldn’t trust him around knives.”

“Oh god no. I’d trust Dark more than him around knives.”

“You’d trust Dark around knives?!? That’s asking for a bad time.”

“I don’t mean it like that. I mean it as in I think Dark is more sensible of the both of them. He wouldn’t straight up kill someone as soon as he gets the chance. He’d wait, take advantage of you.”

“Overall they’re both bad people. If they existed in real life they’d be a major cause for concern.”

“But they’re not. It’s just a bit of fun.”

“Exactly. There won’t be a life and death situation where you’d have to chose between the two.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s late, I’m gonna sleep now.”

“Ok. G’night.”

I closed Tumblr and turned off my laptop. I’d spent nearly a day online since both Mark and Jack simultaneously posted an Antisepticeye video and a Darkiplier video. Obviously both communities online had fallen into hysterical exhilaration over the videos; the usual drooling over the great editing put into their videos, and the Anti-Dark conspiracy theorists huddled around the metaphorical fires of their computers exchanging their thoughts and ideas. I was still pretty astounded at the coincidental aspects of the videos; both up around 17:00 (GMT), both less than 4 minutes long, and both presented by Mark and Jack’s dark personas. It was fun to watch the whole thing happen and spread like wildfire over the internet, but finally pulling myself away from the screen made me realise how much of a headache I had.

I lay in my bed in the darkness staring at the ceiling. I needed sleep but my mind wouldn’t stop turning. I kept replaying the videos in my head. Jack, or rather Anti, played his classical knife-wielding, cut-throat, glitchy performance up close and personal to the camera, his voice broken and his eyes flashing black with every blink. Dark, Mark’s darker persona, also kept to his usual VHS effected well-dressed Devil’s Advocate style, standing in darkness and hovering around the camera like it was some police interrogation of the viewers. Loads of people spent their time on Tumblr linking the two videos, comparing and contrasting them, trying to uncover what was going to happen next. Although it was pretty obvious both Mark and Jack had planned it together all along. Both uploading at the same time, both having shorter videos than usual, both talking to the cameras as if directly to the viewers… both ending their videos with “M a k e   y o u r   c h o i c e.” … Yeah, it’s too much to be a coincidence.

Eventually after nearly and hour’s pondering, my eyelids got heavier, but my head still hurt. I didn’t help that Dark’s video had that piercing unfiltered whining noise in the background. It was all I could hear as I finally drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.

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D͙̝̫̘͕̳̫͉͙̊̍̎̔̉͢ Ḭ͚͙͕̻͈͑̑́̾͗͗͗̂ D̶̯͙̹̩̦̫͉̆̇͆̈͐   Y͙̳̦̥̥̻̑̊̉̄͊̾ͅͅͅ Ǒ̶̬̬͓̘͇͙̅̐̉͋̓ U̜̠̠̩̩͌̍̀͌̊͠   M̷̢̰͈̣̣̮̖͂̒̾̈͋͑ Ì̢̜̰̜͉̥͗͑̎̔̃̇̽̉̔ Ṡ̙̜̙̙͎͐̈́̕͘ S̷̡̡̛̰̟̃̋̊̐̋̉̉͐͘͟   M̴͙͉͙͇̀̽̓̃͛͛͌̓̕͜͝ Ḙ̛̮̝̿͆́̀͊̄͜͢͝ ?̢̩̯̤̭͎̫͚́̌̃͐̽̌͢ .̷̠͙͍͇͍̪̘͌͌̀̒́́̈́̓ .̷̡͇̬̙̪̋̈̍̏̂̄̌͊͘

͂̒̓̅

“Leave me alone!!” I clasped my hands over my ears and continued running. The hallway seemed to be getting narrower and darker. The walls were made up of hundreds if not millions of piled up computer monitors and TV screens with miles and miles of endless wires trailing the floors and ceiling. The static pixels from the walls were almost blinding so I just kept my head looking straight on towards the darkness, hopefully the end of this maze. I knew if I just kept moving and didn’t give them any chance to stop me, I would be fine. There had to be an end to the nightmare somewhere.

The TV’s flickered, Dark appeared.

Y O U ’ R E   N E V E R   E V E R   G O I N G   T O   E S C A P E   M E .

I turned away from him as his image ran alongside me. His deep echoing voice pulled at my chest as the intense volume knocked the air out of my lungs. But this wouldn’t stop me.

The computer screens flashed, Anti materialized.

Y̧̛̫͚͙͑̀̋̽͡ͅọ̸̲̪̭̳̲̩͈̬̅͛̾͂̑͑̊͂̊̆u̵̙̳͖̱̯̮̭̯͚͗̎̕̕͡ c͈͎͇͓̲̥͖̰̐̾̂̒̋̀̓â̢̧̻͉̳̻͂͐̓̇͞n̸͖͚̲̤̰͕̒̊̿͘͜͜͡’̵̡̨̢̼͍̿͒̈͊̏̋̽́͜ͅt̗̻̮̗̭͔͍̿̔̉̊͘͝ͅͅ ǵ̸̱̼͔̜̩͕̥̆̍̔̋̾̍̿̚͝ę̶̛͍̝̱̗̪͋̔͐̉̀͑̿t̝͙͓̜̗͕͔͇̀̊̓̐͂̇̒̇͘ͅ r̠̠̩͉̈̃̽̊̌͛͠ͅi̡̨̛̟̼͇͕̖̣̹͎̔̍̌̀ḑ̵͖͇͔͚̞̏̒͋̔̓̍̏̓̐̚͢͢ͅ ō̮̘̜̥̮̦̙̞̲̍̌̇͆͂f̶̪̗̦͖͕̜̉́̆̉̓̓͘ m̠̼̪̫̲̤̬͑̌̓̽̍̓̾͠͞͞ȩ̷͓̠̣͙̫͆̾͆͐͆̏͆̈͐͜!̷̖͕͉̳͙̐̉̓̓̀

His laugh crawled up my spine like a spider. The screens melted into one another and soon both of them pursued after me. I reached a junction at the end of my path, turning either left or right. As I made my decision The screens ahead of me turned white with glitching red letters: MAKE YOUR CHOICE

I ’ V E   B E E N  W A I T I N G   P A T I E N T L Y .

I̯̘͓̖̗̲͙͒̽̓͑̈́’͈̣̼̖̞̱͒̂̐̾̋͆̽́͢͝v̷̩̻͕͇̋͗̊̌͗̆͘͜ȩ̶͖͇̗͋̎̾̄̊͑͟ b̴̻̪̱͉̟̾̀͌̈́̂͛̈́̉̾͞ẹ̶̢̫͈̲̄͂͋̈̽͜͠ę̥͔̮͇̥̞̱̯͋͆̍́̍͋̎̽n̢̡̛̙̭͎͙̰͓̂̀͆̈́̅̐̈̚ h̛̬͈̹̺̼̣͂̏̔̐̑̽̚͡ḛ͈͎̩̺͕̙̎̆͂̇͛̂͆r̶̦̻̲͔̼̄͂̉͂͌̿͗̿͡ͅͅĕ̡̹͉̖͇̞̼̥̭͊̉̋̿̑ t͙͕̥̼̽̿̄̔̀͐̕͜ḩ̶͙͚͓͕̗̿̒͋͆̾̔͛̓̕͜͞ͅi̴̢̛̺̗̺̝͂̄̊̊͊͢s̵̲̠̜̹̦͕͛͐̔̿͗̃͌̔ e̶͙͚͙͙̪͚̊͛̅̈̾̑̎̐͝n̵̺͍̗͉͔̂̐́̀̏͘t̶͚̘͕̱̪̞̥̘̳̽̌͂̔͑̍̓̃͟i̧̨͈̟̔͛̄̎̓͟r̜̝̜͚̰̽̑͒̾́ę̢̟͈̲̼̻̹̜͂̿̓̾̾ t͉̻̻̳͋͐̃͒̋̾́̏̃͢i̴̢̡̞͖͍̦͈̟̰̩̎̊̆́̀͋͠ṁ̴̡̪̹̫̟̘̆͌̅̔͜͜͝ę̖̣̯̘̼̭̌̈́̀̆̄̓̊͂͘͝!̵̨̢̧̤̤͙͛̏̔̽̇̓̔͞͝


“I don’t care!!” I screamed. “I don’t want either of you!!”


Y̴̨̢͙͉͇̬͖̺̍͊̾̔͌o̸̟͍̘͉̲̦̻͔̟͖͛̑͑̒̾̀͝ų̶̲̰̜͕̣̘͒̐̈͋̂͐̈́͢ͅ s̨̢̤̼̣̘͈͂̏̿̋͗́̀̉͒͢͞ͅt̵͕͍̪̰̩̲̦̱͈̓̐̈̀̓̐ő͔̣̫̘͕̯̦̝̿̈̊́̈́͞p̶̨̖̪̘̱͔̌̉̾̉̇̊̉͜p̴̼͔̬̣̦͙̥͇̀͗͗́͜͞e̵̡̧̧̢̛̛̯̯̙̯̮͇͗̏͌́̾͝ḏ͚̮͎͑͛̾̽͋̆̐͟͞͞ p̸̡̜͎͇̳̩̦͕̥̹̾́̓̋̋̏̀à̛͔̖̟̰̘̜̘͔͖̓͌͞y̮̩͔̰̦̺͌͋̓̓̾̇ͅi̼̦̱͔̞̖̟͒̾̓͐̄́̅̚ņ͚̥͖͈̬̦̝̀͊̽̓̀͟͢͞g̸̱̦̦̤̤̠̹̾̓̍́̅̕͘̚͢͢͡ à͉͚͔͚̪͐͌̎̍͑̕͘t̷̡̢̛͙̬̻̭̔̅͂̌́̾͟͠t̙̰̰̲͙̮͍̲͂̿̉͌͛̐̍̃̆͠ȩ̛̹͚̮̰̐͆͊̄̆̊͆̄͠n̥̼̣̭͎͎̅̇͐͐̀͋̉̚͜ͅt̙̩̙͎̪͍̂̈́̀̔̉͂̀̀i̬̳̹͖̬̯͈͇̗͆̆̂͛̓͝o̸̯̟̣̥͖͐̓̃̀̐̔̋̚͞͝n̟̘̞͈̩̱̰̯͉̯̒̂͒͘͡!̡̣͔̮̳̝̄͆̑͗͗͛͗͆͜͝ͅ

I ’ V E    B E E N  P U S H E D   A S I D E .

T̴͍̝̠̭̯̭̰͓̃̎̑̃͡h̢͚̻̟̜̹̪̊̒͂͛́̽̒̎͟͜ͅr̴̛̠̠̱̖͖̯̗̻̥͛̇̑̌̐̑̕͡e̸̺̠̫̲̱̅̀̎̓̆͡ͅw̵̧̡͓̙̮͍̮̼̏̓̍̐͗̌̃̀͢͠ m̶̡̡̮̟̻̙̩̦̈́͐͒̊̈́́̀͢͞͞͠ͅḝ͔̜̻͚̽̓̓̌ a͉͖͍͐̀͌̌͂͌͢͢͢͜͝s̛̖̲̠͍͈̤͆̔̽͑̚î̸̢̡̡͕̬̮̩͍̠͍͂̉̔̉͂͌d̶̮̞̞̫̟̉̊̃͛̐̇͘͠ȩ̨̜́̎͊͋̄̉̍͢͟!͈̪̥͎͔̰̮̤̯́̀̊̕̕

R E P L A C E D .

S͖̜̦̩͈̾̅͆̃̈́̑̿̚͢͟o̶̠͇̹̗̼̭͌͆̑̐̕͝m̠͚̠̥̙̀̄̐̀͊̃͂͋̕͘͢͟e̸̡͈͓̪͈̱͓̍̆̊̿͜͜͝o̶̢̳̯̦̳̼͌̃̀̽̋͜͝n̛̜͎̖̪̜̒͗̋́͌͌͒͜ę̨̣̥͍̝̪̜͖̒́̓͝͠ t̴͔͍͈̫̻͚͛̀̐͌̌͠o̷̧̨̧̫̤̟͔̮̮͍͂͛͊͐̎̋͐̄̽͑ r͎̫̼̳̬͈̀̌̔̃̿̾͐͟͞e̢̛͖̤̤̳̔̂̽̂͂͆̈́̆̚p̢̨̛̤͖̠͈̀̿́̑̕͘l̨̰̬̦̺͚͔̲̞̉͗̿̌̉͂́̋̐͘á̴͕̭̣̘̩̜͛́̍̊̋̓͟͞c̵̗̦̼͖͈̀͊͑͆̾͘͞͞ȅ̷̢͎̫̝͇̫̗͔̍̑͑̚͟͝ͅ m̨̧̢̢͍̩̭͔̏̉̆̿̀͊͊e̟̘̯̯̯̯͚̖͚̓̿̓̍͠!̸̡̱̯̻̬̗́̀͐͋̏̓͝͞

M O C K E D .

“Shut up. What would you care if I chose one over the other?” Suddenly the screens started to crack as their angered gazes glared at me. I quickened as glass burst behind me into millions of pieces trying to catch up with me to hail on me with a thousand cuts.

N O   M O R E .  N E V E  R   A G A I  N .

I kept running, gasping desperately for air, but not so much that I would inhale shards of glass.

Ľ̷̛̳̠̼͈͔͎͙̠́̃́̈́̇͑͟͡͠i̛̛̪͙̼̱͛̎̾ͅṣ̜̖͓̜̜̤̣̼̖͐̓̓̂͡ţ̶͍̳͓̝̞̯̺̊͛̋̋̎̊̑̆̚͠ę̰̻̥̣̻͒͗̑̄͡n̙͔̗̩͔̻̫̻̰̗̂͒̈́̅͝͠ ṱ̸̩̣͓͈͕̇̊̓̇͘̕͢o̪͕̭͖̠̽̃̽͐̅̂͞͝͡ m̢͚͈͓̞̞̳͒̒͗̄̋̉͋̑̾̍͢e̸̩͙͉̥͔͊̓́̅͒̚̕͡!̻̯̲̳͇͂̿͒͒̅̾̚̕͡

Y O U   J U S T  N E E D   T O   L E T   M E   I N .

Ï̸̡͔̗̜̺̟̾̓͗̈͘͝ a̵͈̘̲̯͈͖̩̝͎̠̓̑͛̊͠͝ḿ̴͖̹̭̺͙͕̄̔̅̓͂̏̌̾͠ ḩ̷̯͖̘̒̿̈͂̂͒͟͟͟͝ȩ̶̨̪̲̉̎̀̓̉̉ͅŗ̧̺͔͙̫͖̭̳̮͗̑̀̏͐̅ě̴̗̠̰̣͉̘͓̪̬̪̒͑͗̄̄̃̅̂͝ n̸̦̤̘̙̝̠͚̙̒̔̎͋̽͢͝͠ó̵̮̦͔̩̝͖́͐͋͛͛̍̌̀̒w̨̡͔͕͔͚̲̰̩͆̂̎͆̀͐̏̚̕̚!̵̖̪͖̤͐̀͆̇̔͛̂͗̋̃͜ͅ

I   C A N   P R O V I D E .

“Liars! You’ll both kill me! Just finding ways t hurt me!”


I̸̡̨͙͙͚͇͈̝̟͆̇͐̐͘͜͠’͈̗͖̝̣͖̰̍̊̔̋̅͘͘͟m̷̨͍̖̫͔̾̍̔̉̇̈́ a̮͉͎̣͉̘̗̖̟͊̒̽̎̀͑͜l̴̻͓̜͈̩̳̼̹̱̰̍̓̎͗̿̿̃͘͘͝w̵̡̢̜͖̭̺̉͆̿͑̂͜͡a̡͉͎͈̋̎̇͌̇̈̿̕̕͜͝y͔̤̝͓̰̮̰̜̱̍̎̐́͋̈́s̨͕̗̝̮͉̝͕͗̊̍̀͒̽̔͂͒ t̸̝̜̩̞̞̃̓̽̂̆̀̓͂͘͠h̨̡̠̫̞̪̩̯̹͗̎̐̂̆͢ë̶̡̧̗͔̭̩͚̤̝̉̔͛̕͜͡͡r̙̣̻͕͇̞̎̇̓̑͂̀́ȩ̷̛̘̰̻̼̳̲̫͖̿̆̆̈́͡,̨̩̞̫̺̲̂̇̀͛̎̐͛͆͝͝ a̡̠͚͓̺̬̝̻͌̀̆̆͛̇́͜͢͡͞l̸͙̪̹̙̘̫̮͙̑̑͋̾̌̑͘͞w̸̧̧̨̟̘̞͎̪̾̊͊̚͞ͅà̘͇̘̮̱̭͐͆̽̎y̷̧̨̙̝̦͖̙̘̾̃͆̒̓̀͒́s̷̢̠̤̟̙̩̤͐̌̋̕̚͟ͅ w̷̧͎̫͙͈̤̖̭̝̝̐̐̔̿̑̓̈͑͘a̸̢̡̰̻͉̫̠͓͉̣͌͐̄̾̋͂̀̔͡t̴̫͚͚̰͕͉̳̑͋̈́̃̉́̒͆͑̏c̢͉̩̭͎̽̇͋̔̚͡͡͡ḩ̷͙̩̭̜̔̑̈́͂̾̃̂̊͜͡ͅi̶̛͉̩̼̦͈̬͇̍̉͐̾̒̀́n̴̙̹̱͔͕͔̪̆̀͆̄̄͐͘͘̕g̢̯̰͈͍̽̌͂̈́͗!̴̡͕͍̳͖͚̭͚̹̞̒̂́̆̐͗͝

I   C A N   G I V E   Y O U   A N Y T H I N G !

“You can’t make me choose!”


I̶̱͕̱̥̭̦̙̤̅͋̂͒̒’̺̣̹̫̺̮͌̾̅́̒͘͜m̡̛͙͕̩̫̺̬̘̎̈̒̕͟ n̥̙̥̣̞̱͚͚̭͖̄̃̉̊̐͡ơ̸̬̣̺̘̘̱̽̔͛̈́̓̾̚͢͞ͅț̴͇̰̹͓̯̍͒̒̑̔̋̾̐͝ g̢̨̢̢̣͚̝͇̰̈́̆̽̔͗̍̊̓ͅơ͔͖̤̮͚̽̓̏̔́̔̔̌͌͟ͅì̴̧̠͚̱̳̫̮̠̖̺͒́̍͌̍́̅ń̶̢̙̭̥̦̄̋͘͝g̶̢̼̜̗̹̘̀͗͛̿̕ ą̴̜͇͉̞̗̭̎͌͛̍͗͑́̐͡͡ņ̵̨̯͓̲̑̒̐́͒̍͟y̸̡̝̘̦͇͔̜̬̓̍́͂̐̈͟͡ͅw̶̼̤̟̺̮͇̹͌̏̃̉̂͋͛́͢͟͢͞ḩ̢̡̩̱̻͔͉͛̈́̊̋̑̅̈͊̕͘͟ȩ̸͇͙̙̻̫͌̏͗̉͠ͅŗ̨̙̟͙̞͎̜̣̅͊̏͋͠e̵̢̨͎̳̋̾̇͋̒̇͜͞͡!̶̢̱̙̹̘̤̬̰̋̓̀͛́̋͡͡

T  H E R E ’ S   N O T H I N G   Y O U   O R   H E   C A N   D O   T O   S T O P   M E !

Ḩ̖͚̙̖̘̥͌̈͒̽͗͂͠ȋ̸͇̫͔̜̦̥̞̈́͐͝͝ͅś̵̢̧̝͔̯̮̆̿̚͝͞ b̴͔̦͉͓̙̟̫͍̰͋͆̏͗̏̑̅͗͘̕͜o̸̹̟̼͎̫͌̄̉̒̂͜d̴̻̤̙̖̜̘̙̋͛̀̒̓̅̍͘ͅy̴̛̞͙̙̪̣̍̇̑͌̆̄̉͡ ï̢͓͍͇͓͔̈̑́̌͌͒s̶͖̼͖̭̻̹̲̖̯͐̿̉̏͗̿͠͞ w̶̯͍̹̰̠͔̘͇̔̇̍͐̊͜͟ë̡̞̰͖̣͙́̽͐̎̓̓͜͡a̵͉̺͈̺̝̒̓̾̊̔k̡͇̝͇͇͆̆̍̉̓!̨̨̨̛͔͚̻̫̣̳́̀̃̈͜!̢̝̙͈͙͐̓͛͌̿̏


“SHUT UP!” I screamed, tears strolling past my cheeks. “Shut up both of you! I’m going home! I’m not choosing either of you!!” Then I felt the ground beneath me slithering as the wires I ran on suddenly came to life. They whipped up at my face so I couldn’t see where I was going, they grabbed my clothes to spin me into confusion, they wrapped around my arms and legs the drag me down. Through the hysteria I tumbled around and tripped to try and get away. I the confusion I did happen to reach the end of the maze, which happened to be the end of the world, and I was tripped into it.

I grabbed the wires as I fell and clung to them to stop me hurling into the apparent abyss down below. I was now dangling over the edge unsure of everything. Why wasn’t this dream ending? Surely the shock of nearly diving headfirst into the pit of darkness would have been enough to wake me up in a cold sweat. But no. This was true hell. I would take anything to get out of it…

J U M P   D O W N .   I ’ L L   C A T C H   Y O U .

I looked down. Dark was there hovering below the end of the wires I clung to, his arms out and open to catch me, looking at me through what he could attempt to make as ‘puppy eyes’. There was no way I would let go. What if he’s lying and would let me fall to my doom?… Well, it didn’t seem like the kind of thing he’d do. He chased me this far, so why would he lose me at a chance like this? But whether he was or wasn’t going to catch me, the moment I would fall into his arms, I was his… I didn’t like that thought at all. I started to shuffle up the wire to get away and hopefully climb back up to safety-


T̸̰̟̯͔͖̩̀͐̀͞͞ĥ̢̥͉̻̹̅̓̒͗̽̐a͚̦̰̽̌̅͐͐͢ͅţ̙͖̩̲̫͖̬̞͇̐̑̆̔̋̆̓̌̎̓’̙̝̰̰̤͈͎͋̓̆̇͗̒̉͢͟s̴̙̲͚̰͖̫͗́͗̎̅̐̕̕͞ i̶̢̡̢̛͓̩̬̮̙̓́̄̐͌͟͝͠t͉̮̫͉̟̪͒̒̄̄́͌͊̓͘͢͜!̢̧̛̦̠͉̯̂̃̃͑̍͌͜͞ͅͅ C̥͉̘̥̟̥̳͑̌͂̆̆̕̚l̶̢̢͕̫͇̺͉͖̀͛̌̾̓͝i̧̞͎̟͎͋͑̈́͂̃̔̊͘̕͘m̦̠̣̘̻͔̤̀̽͋̌̿͘͜͝͞b̬̞̲̳̬̱̈͒̀̒͋̈́͗̔͟͞ u̹͙̟͉̗̟̖̺̝̾͑̏̊͋͘͠͝p̷̨̻̖͙͚̫̘̜̐̔͑̏̒̓̀̃!̸̢̬͕̭͔̏̏͋̓̿̈́͘͝ I̼̰͚͉̖̣̜͎̟͆̂̎̿̉̓̾’̷̢̺̪̟̳͚͇̩͖̐̈́̈̓̉̕̕͜͠l̸̡̨̧̖͖̰̮̱͒̀̇̈̐͜l̷̢͇͇͖͉͙̮̱̓̀͋͗̀̅̈̓͘͟ p̶̨̛͔̹̘͔̀͂̓̇̂̈̕͞u̡̧̢̫͚̹͕̒̒̅̍̎̈͒͢ḷ̻͕̭̺̳̆̔̾̆̌̚͢͟͠ļ̧̣̩̭̔͛͑͊͜͝ͅ y̶̛͍̥̤̥̘͋͒̏̚ͅŏ̸̢͔̖̲̥̳̪͕͊̈́̄̀ự̶̡̘͇̞͚̲̹̙̙̓͂̇̓̾͑̀̄ t̴̢͙̞̫̳̘̩̙̏̍̿̉̉͜͠ő̸̰̙̝̟̤̍͛̓̈̒̆͐͘͜ s̵͔͚͓̼̗͕̠̅̓̾͆̆̂̕̚͜͞ä̸̛̛̩̩̮̭̗̼̦̙́̈͂̊̓̃̒͘͜f̴̘͎̥̫̺͙͆̃̓͋̕͝e̤̖̝̝͓̔̔̈́͋̒̚t̴̪̝̖̥̲̊͑͑̄̓̊͘͢ͅy̨̞̫̘͓̾̂̏͑͂̕!̵̟̜̳͎̪͈̳́͑͂̓̿̎


Anti was crouching over the ledge above me, his hand extended to take mine and hoist me up to him… the same hand that held a knife numerous times, the same knife that committed many monstrous crimes. Crawling up to him would be as safe an option as crawling into the mouth of a lion.

I stopped where I was and held tightly to the rope. I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I would rather have just stayed there and waited for them to realise their pursuits on me were futile. But my arms were getting tired and my grip was getting looser.

Y O U   C A N ’ T   J U S T   H A N G  T H E R E   F O R E V E R .   J U S T  F A L L   I N T O  M E .   I T ’ S   A S   S I M P L E   A S  T H A T .

Y͕̭̞̬̩͙̭͎͕͇̿̎́̈̆̉̚͝o̵̡̡̜̞̳̫̖̫͛̔̍̓͋̀̀̀u͚̹͚̳̻͈͎̠͍̓̇̓̀́̾̚ ĥ̵̭͖̭̪̮̭̱͈̤͛́͒̈̓à̵̙̹̫̗̹͛͒̃̌̔͜͡v̵͚̗̦̱̫̺͆̋͊́̀̕ͅę̸̡͙̣̳͇̀̊̋̏̾̆̉̈͜͜͞ň̴͍͔̮̗̝͌̍͑̀͢͡͝͝’̸̖̳̜̙̙͚̞͐̉̈̀͋͟͡ţ̠̳̪͕̪͛̊͋̃̅͠ g̨͓͔̞̠͈̔̓̋̀͊̓͑͘ǒ̜̳̳̦̿́̃͠ͅt̨̛̛̮̺͖̪̤̬̳͗̄̋̅͑͒͡ m̵̪͓̲͍̼͚̺̲̏̅́̓͐̍̈͒̚ǘ̹͙̋͌͐͘͢͟͢c̢̨̛̪͚̠̑́͛̎̉ͅh̵̢̡̬̤̜̭̳͇̪̟̏̒̍̊͡ t̶͖̜̬̦̗̲̺̮͊͂̄̑͗̀̃̏͘͜͡ͅį̡̹̦̳̜͉̓̒̌̚̚͢͜m̶̛͕̗͔͈̠̩̣̬̝̠͗̎̇̾̿͐͘ē̶̙̯̮̠̇̄͛̔̂͑̐̕͢ ļ̸̹̞̣͇̱͊̔͌̆͜͢͟͡ė͓̙̘̬͔̟̮̦͊́͗̚͟f͈̥̬̝̗̜̈̃͑͋͘t̸̠͖̜͍̬͙̬̅̒̀̍̿͠͞ͅ!͚̻̮͖̖̹͚̀̅͛͋́̽́ Ǧ̡̛̖̰̟̤̣̲͚̎́̏́͢͞ͅé̞̲̠͔̤͔̬̘̯̪͛̓͌̒̑͆̉̚̕t̵̥͉̟͉̂͐͛͋̔͊̀̕͘͢͢͠ u̷̡̮̪̭̖͉͇̳̙̦̿̑̔̐̀̈̕p̪̻͓̳̟̪̊̒̊͒̿̒̚ h̷̭̙̮̬̘̣̒̔͛͆̆̆͊́͜͡e̶̜̠͖̬͔̤͌̎́̓̉̚͝ͅȓ̡͇͓͍͚̲̥̫̮̽̐̌̀̉͞e͕͚̤͓̻̥͔̎́́̊͝ w̶̦̙̮̯̼̤̌͊̐͑̐ḫ̷̠̟͓͕͉̖̜̬͔̐͒̔̂̇í̪̼̖̹͚̑̋̿́͢l̷̨̡̢̢̬̗̱͈̺̾́̄̄͐̎ͅe̢͎͙̬͈̳̺͋̈͂̌͘ͅͅͅ ý̸͖̗̺̫̠̏̋̈́̔̀͜͜o͇̱̱͎̿̓́͆̅̀͑̀̓͢͠ű̵̡̱͔̦̯͛̊̌͂͛̂̚ s̖͙̮͖̪͉̔̋̍̊͑̋̂͘͡ţ̧̨̛̺̲͇̜͍͈͌̑̏̕͢i̴̡̫̜̱͇̳̱̓̈́͗͒͞l̴̡͇̪̘̫̗͉͓̊̈͛̇͛̿̅͞͠ļ̵̛̖͉͎̯͔̇̿͂͘͟ͅ ç̛̬͉͙͉̜͙̬̈́̀̇́̿̂̕͡͞à̡̢̙̲͙͇̗̯̦͖̔́̚͞͝͞n̷̡̛̰̘̺̫̺̠̥̼̾̾̒̀̈́̕͘!̴̡͇͖̙̬̹͙̘̀̀͆̒͆̌̚͘͠


Then I realised this was the breaking-point. Or rather ‘waking-point’. This whole thing is what their videos were warning me about. This whole dream was made by the both of them to find out which one everyone would prefer. Everyone who watched both their videos was cursed to dream this dream I was currently having, and everyone had to make their own choices. This is what they planned. Not Mark and Jack, Anti and Dark themselves. They weren’t a joke; they were real entities. They were really having a battle between who was best. Who won the hearts, minds and souls of the most people. And this was their solution to answering their question.

M̵̨̧͎̥͙͓̥̩̮̫̅̚͝͞͡ Ȃ̷̡̗̦̙͖̜̐͋͗̇̑̀͊̚ K̙̥̖͙͚̪̼̭̐̐̃̐̔͆͑̊̕͝ E̷̲̗̜̻̠̩̍̆͑̅̾͋͢   Y̗̭̫̫̬̦͓͍̍͋̿̏͡ O̵̝̘̤̻͇̔̅̋͂̊̾́͜͡ Ụ̶̞̹͙́̍̏̄̑̑̋̚͜͜ͅ R̢̻̯͇͍̗͇̥̔̾̏͌͐́͘͜͠   Ḉ̴̜͖͖͓͕̟̟̜̤̓̾̓̅̕ Ḥ̦̘͚̔̊̍̊̓͗̈̂̉͜͝ O̪̦̥̼̩̭̯͈̿̓͗̎̾̊͑̚͜͠ I̴̪̬͕̞͔̳͗̂̀̊͑̇̚ C̨̻̩͖͓̟̫̤̐̽͋̈́̓͟͞ͅ E̥͍͚͈̟͔͛̌̏͌̆͊ .

Finally got a chance to sit down & write up my stories from #HousCon :)

I’ll start with my Jensen op. I decided only a couple weeks ago that I was going to take advantage of the location & go full stupid-tourist and go for cowboy hats. I’d always wanted a real one, but since the only time I showed western, I was in 4-H and a helmet is required at all times even in Showmanship. I would never actually get on a horse without a helmet and you shouldn’t either!! But, I digress. Mainly, this happened because there are far too few pictures of Jensen in a cowboy hat for my liking & I’d thought I’d make the most of the opportunity. Hats acquired (which is a story for another time & place) I stepped up to him for my turn and he gave me a rather concerned look. I quickly told him that he could do whatever he wanted with the hat, put it on or not, as I handed it to him. I think he said ok, (it was definitely something affirmative) and stepped into me & put his arm around me. I don’t remember putting my arm around him, but I clearly did. All I remember is thinking ‘grab your brim! look at the camera!!’ Then it was over & he *very* gently patted me on the back (I live for that pat) and we both said ‘thank you.’ I didn’t make eye contact, but I did look towards his face when I said it, so *thumbs up*? I almost dropped the hat when he handed it back to me. Super smooth. I still didn’t smell him. There was a definite strong yummy-man-scent when we stepped around the divider, but I don’t know if it was Jensen, Schmelke or one of the bodyguards. I think it was Chris, since I didn’t notice it when I had my m&g later.

Don’t tell creation that I said this next part, but I finally got to ask him a question in my m&g!! It took all my nerve, but I did it!! I could tell we were running out of time, so I was like it’s now or never get your damn hand up! And he pointed towards me, then changed his mind and picked someone on the other side. I thought that was my chance gone. Then he said last question and picked me. I asked if he ever watches the videos we make on youtube. He said ‘All the time. All the time.’ and explained how when he wants to watch a scene over, he doesn’t want to bother getting out the dvd & just pulls it up quick. He told us about the most recent vid he watched which helped him get through a tough day. He explained how it came up in his recommendations in his ridiculously adorable technology terms. It was the one that was going around with all the actors & directors talking about how great Jensen is. He said it really meant a lot to him to see that, since that’s not really the sort of thing that people tell you to your face all the time, then ‘So, keep making ‘em!’ It was pretty intense having his mostly undivided attention for longer than the couple of seconds you get to interact in the auto line. I just kept saying ‘cool!’ like an asshole for the 2 minutes or so he was talking at me. And smiling. With eye-crinkles. And I don’t know how many of you have experienced how oddly intimate it is to hear his voice not through a microphone. But… damn. 

It really meant a lot to me that he may have seen the vids I make for him. That’s really why I make most of my art: to show people how much I care about them. I just hope he’s not reading the descriptions……

Who Do You Like? // Jack Maynard

​Can you write an imagine where you have a huge crush on Jack but he doesn’t know and you’re filming a Q&A for his channel and he asks you who you like?

Y/S/N = Your Ship Name 

“Hello, what’s up everybody and welcome back to my channel! For this video, I’m going to be answering a lot of your questions with the help of my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Y/N.” Jack motions for me to join his video and I do so, waving to the camera.

“I’m so popular on this channel” I say joking, bumping my shoulder on Jack.

“Maybe even more than me,” he replies laughing. “So, I’ve hand selected some questions from twitter via the hashtag #ask(Y/S/N) and we got lots of lovely replies from you all. Shall we dive into it?” he asks, looking at me.

“We shall” I say smiling at him.

After about an hour of answering a bunch of questions and getting enough footage for his video, we finally answer the last couple of questions.

“Okay Y/N, I think this one is directed to you, otherwise it would be very awkward for me to answer it. ‘If you could date anyone from the ‘buttercream squad’, who would you choose?’’”

Instantly, I felt my face heat up. It caught me off guard as I definitely was not expecting that question. “None, they’re all like my brothers and I love them all the same” I say smiling to the camera.

“Now that’s a straight up lie, I can tell when you’re not being honest Y/N” Jack smirks, and I curse him in my head for knowing me too well.

“What? I’m not lying. Can we please just end the video here?” I say, hinting to Jack that I feel slightly uncomfortable and he does what I ask. He does his outro and I feel myself slightly relaxing.

As he goes to pack up his equipment’s, I excuse myself out of the room and go to the kitchen for a glass of water.

“So who is it?” Jack suddenly appears behind me and I almost drop to the floor.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that” I say, growing annoyed with him.

“Y/N, come on. Tell me, please” he pouts.

“Let it go” I sigh. I’m not going to admit to my best friend my feelings for him just yet.

“Please!” he begs.

“No” I say sternly.

“What kind of best friend keeps a secret like this to themselves? I can help you if you really like whoever it is”

“What if he doesn’t like me back?”

“Now that’s just crazy. I’m telling you Y/N, any person on earth would be the luckiest if they had you” he says which makes me laugh. “I’m serious Y/N, you’re beautiful inside out.” I felt my heart skip a beat.

“What about you?” I ask.

“What do you mean?”

“Would you call yourself lucky if you had me?” I say before I can stop myself.

“Hell fucking yeah” he responds without hesitating. “Wait, is it me? Who you like?”

I can’t lie myself out of this one. I’ve already dug myself a hole, might as well tell him. Right?

I try using my words to respond but no words came out. So instead I nod. Then Jack smiled the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. He takes a step closer towards me, closing the gap between us. He looks at my lips, I can tell he’s asking permission so I wrap my arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him for the first time.

He placed his hands on my back pulling me in closer. “Well, I like you too. And have for a really. Long. Time.” He says with emphasis on each word. My heart beats so fast, I feel like it’s about to burst.

“Maybe I should’ve told you sooner then.” I respond laughing, pulling Jack onto the couch with me. That night, he forgets all about editing his video.

hope you enjoyed it. i have so many good prompts in my ask right now so expect lots more imagines coming your way!

After seeing this so many times from other people I finally got it myself in game lol

I was dying at the rest of it though…Prompto crossing his arms and turning away..Ignis with his hand on his face like “omg just stop”, Prompto throwing his hands up in the air…even Iggy threw his hand up at the end. They must have been arguing about something crazy lol 

Spring Day [2]

Summary: Jimin and you were best friends since you were little kids, never leaving each other’s side, but one rainy day of spring you left him, asking him to forget about you. You were trying to protect him from yourself, but he didn’t know that. What will happen if fate got you two back together?

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fantasy, Vampires, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Blood, mentions of death

Word Count: 2.3k       

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 //Part 5


Turning back into reality, once your sight became normal again you brought yourself up and looked at Namjoon. He was confused by the sudden change in you.

Your face turned and you searched for someone you hoped you didn’t see. But you did. Your jaw clenched as you observed him talking with another guy, wearing his suit. You suddenly wanted to hug him; you wanted to say everything you couldn’t say that spring day under the rain, but the only thing you managed to say was:

“Jimin”


“Do you know him?” Namjoon asked tilting his head as he changed position to put the box on the table next to him.

“What do you mean? Do you know him?” You turned your head again, conscious of the sweat forming in your palms every second that you stayed there knowing that Jimin was only some meters away from you. Plus the scent still got your head spinning.

Namjoon laughed, too loud for your liking, you didn’t want any attention drawn to you, and especially not his attention. “Why wouldn’t I know the president of the company I work for? Are you crazy?”

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You guys wanna help me get noticed by Jack or Mark??? I really want them to know that these drawings were from me. I worked so so so hard on them and those messages I wrote from my heart. I didn’t get to hand the drawings to them myself and that was my whole goal for PAX.

I wish I could’ve wrote more in those messages but I had such a small space to work with. I just want them to know how much I love and care for them. They’ve helped me through my dark times. They’ve made me laugh when no one else could.

All I wanted at PAX was to give Mark a hug and give Jack that drawing. I was kind of successful in one of those goals. Jack did receive my drawing but I was not the one to hand it to him. I’m really grateful that I got to see them and he has my drawing so don’t think I’m not. But sadly on the other hand, I had no idea that they put such a small limit on Mark’s autograph session. I never got to meet the one person I wanted to see the most. Mark has made me so happy. He made me finally realize that I shouldn’t care what other people think.

If Mark or Jack are reading, first of all, omg hi. I love you so much XD You guys have no idea how much you’ve done for me without even knowing it. I listen to you guys while I draw and your videos always put me in a good mood. And I know you guys say that I don’t need to thank you guys but I do. You guys make so many people so happy and you just make everyone’s day. Thank you for making my day every single day with your videos. And thank you for making PAX East such a memorable moment for me. It was literally was the best days of my life. -Lily

@therealjacksepticeye @m
Beautiful

Pairing: Jughead x Reader.

Requested by: @allipotterhead1

Warnings: None??

A/N: So this is my first time writing for Riverdale so please go easy on me. Also sorry it’s a bit late. I really enjoyed writing it. Thanks for the ask! Requests are always open, btw.

You’d been having a bad day. You’d woken up late, which meant you couldn’t go to Pop’s with your boyfriend, Jughead, before school. And because you didn’t meet Jughead before school, you had to walk in by yourself and the other kids made fun of you. You tried to ignore than but it was easier when he was around.

By the time you went home, you were down with school, life and the universe. All you wanted to do was put on some comfortable clothes, watch some Dan and Phil, preferably with Jughead. So, that’s exactly what you did.

Ignoring the colossal amount of homework you had, you grabbed your laptop and went to Youtube. Your face lit up with the first real smile of the day when you saw that Dan and Phil had uploaded. As you always
did, you called Jughead. He answered on the first ring.

“Come over.” You said. You heard him chuckle on the other end. 

“Well, hello to you too.” He said. You rolled your eyes.

“Come over.”  You repeated.

“But I just got to Pop’s.” He whined.

“Dan and Phil uploaded.” You smirked, knowing he’d be there in a minute.

“Say no more. I’ll be there in 10.” He replied, making you laugh.

“Wait!” You said. “Since you’re already at Pop’s, can you pick up some food?”

“Ugh, fine.” He said. “I love you. Bye.”

“Love you too.” You smiled before hanging up. You tidied your room up a little and opened the window so Jughead could come in. You couldn’t remember the last time he’d used the front door. 

You were aimlessly scrolling through Tumblr when he jumped into your room. You noticed the take-out bag in his hand and grinned, holding your hand out.

“FOOD!” You said happily.

Jughead rolled his eyes.“Really feeling the love today, (Y/N).”

He kicked his shoes off and climbed into bed with you. Setting the food aside, he leaned down to kiss you softly. You smiled, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks as he held onto your waist. What started as a sweet, gentle kiss was suddenly a
full-blown make out session.

Jughead pulled away suddenly and leaned over to pick up the take-out bag.

“As much as I enjoy making out with you and I really, really do, our food is getting cold and we have a video to watch.” He said.

“I hate you.” You scowled at him, taking the burger he handed to you.

“The lipstick stains on my face say otherwise.” He said. You smacked his arm in response.

You got settled and then finally hit play on the video. It was their new Sims video, the one titles ‘Dil burns the pancakes’.
You sat close to each other, the laptop balanced on Jughead’s knees.

“Wow, you’re just like Dan!” Jughead let out a laugh at Dan’s reaction to Dil senting the Pancakes’ house on fire, which was pretty
similar to yours.  

“What? No, I’m not!” You furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“You definitely are.” He said, pausing the video.

“How?” You asked, rolling your eyes.

“Well, you think about death and life way too much , pretty much 90% of the clothes you own are black, you’re sort of emo but not really and you really, really love food and you’re pretty articulate too. Also you do that thing where you go on dark rants until you’re interrupted.” He smirked.

“Okay, you do realize you just described yourself, right?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh, yeah, I sort of did, didn’t I?” He laughed again. “But, come on, you literally are Dan. Admit it.”

“No, I’m not!” You said. “You’re Dan, Juggie!”

“No reason we can’t both be Dan.” He shrugged.

You rolled your eyes. “I can’t be Dan, Jug.”

“Why not?” He asked, pouting.

“Because I’m…” You bit your lip. “Because I’m too…y’know, heavy to be Dan.”  

“What?” Jughead looked as if he wasn’t expecting that answer.

“I’m too fat to be Dan.” You told him. 

“(Y/N), when I said you were like Dan, I didn’t mean your physique.” He sighed. You shrugged. 

“Look at me, (Y/N/).” He said quietly. When you didn’t, he reached out to cup your cheeks gently, his green eyes boring into yours. 

“When I look at you, I don’t see how much you weigh or how much you eat. All I see is this amazing person who is pretty much the best thing that ever happened to me. I see your talent, I see your passion, I see your kindness, your intelligence, your sense of humor. I see you, not your body. And, god, (Y/N), you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 

You didn’t realize you were crying until he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You really mean that, don’t you?” You whispered.  

“I do.” He confirmed, smiling. “And I love you.” 

You leaned forward, pressing your lips gently to his. “What did I do to deserve you?” You asked him, wrapping your hand around his.

“If I remember correctly, you bought me a burger at Pop’s because I forgot my wallet at home.” He chuckled.

“Well, you know what I always say.” You laughed. “Thank God for good.”

“Agreed.” He said, smiling.

“But, yknow, one of us has to be Phil.” You told him.

“Why? They’re just friends and we’re clearly more than that?” He seemed confused. You rolled your eyes.

“They’re gay, Jughead. Get over it.”

Ugh Gladio did you have to go and say that last part at the end?

Ignis: Is the manor badly damaged?

Gladio: It’s seen better days. So have the civilians. They’ve been through a lot.

Ignis: And the chancellor’s the one that put them through it.

Gladio: Put us through a hell of lot too. Never gets in our way, but he sure loves messing with us. Well, there’s a good chance he got his hands on Prompto. Just hope he doesn’t mess with him too bad.

I’m trying to design some Appmon, which is actually more difficult than designing straight up Digimon because a lot of apps have been taken already… so you have to go a bit outside the box.

Skimon, at the top, is a Cameramon variant based on the Epic ski app that my family used in Breckenridge to calculate our ski stats for the day. I classified him as Social because the app was really about sharing your photos and ski data with other people. He’s blue like Cameramon’s sprite in Cyber Arena.

Sportamon has design influences from Hackmon, Dokamon and regular Digimon Extyrannomon. He’s an Entertainment type app for streaming sports videos, like an ESPN app. I wanted him to look like a sport’s team mascot - and also like Digimon’s mascot, Agumon (wink wink) - so he’s got a big mascot head and foam finger hands. I chose a basketball shoes because the NCAA tournament final game is tonight and it was on my mind.

I’m trying to think of more Appmon to make, so if I make more I’ll post them here.

Friends Like Ours (Part Seven)

Story/One Shot Collection Summary: You decide to move in with your best friend and his roommates after a bad breakup. Your best friend is Sam Wilson. His roommates are Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. Let’s just say that your life becomes a little more interesting…

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Chapter Title: Gotta Catch ‘Em All!

A/N: Hey…long time, no update! Sorry about that. Anyhow, I think you guys will know what this one shot is about based on the title alone. Hope you guys like it! Tagging @shamvictoria11 per request. 

Originally posted by avengersimaginings

“What are you doing?”

Aiming his phone at you, Bucky swiped his finger on the screen repeatedly, his nostrils flaring as he gritted his teeth in full concentration. “I’m trying to catch a Jigglypuff,” he grumbled.

“A wiggly-what now?” you raised an eyebrow.

“No, a Jiggly—goddammit! It ran away!” Bucky cursed under his breath as he slammed his phone down on the kitchen counter, slouching in his seat.

You gave him a funny look before realization took over. “Were you playing that Pokémon game?”

Bucky nodded his head, still frowning. “Yeah…I was trying to catch a Jigglypuff because I don’t have any fairy types in my Pokédex, but the pink bastard ran away from me. It had a high rating, too!” He slouched in his seat more as you held back your laughter.

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The Final GIF. *Edit* Now with GIF that actually plays.

I’ve handed in everything for this assessment!

The main things I’ve altered since my last post is adding the (magnificent) particle effects, and changing the cost of the power ups.

One of the main pieces of feedback I got was that it wasn’t immediately clear if you’d been successful in dropping a present, so I added the particle effect fireworks above, and also audio which tells you if you were unsuccessful or not. It was also suggested that Auto Aim was too OP for it’s cost, so I increased the cost to 25 instead of 7.

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Let It Snow (Warren Worthington III x Reader)

A warm and fluffy Christmas morning full of surprises with the Gri- I mean, everyone’s favorite angel. :)

Word Count: 2092

“What the hell-”

“-Welcome to my little winter wonderland!” I cheered, pulling Warren inside my apartment. “Took you long enough.” My roommate went home for the holidays, leaving me all alone to celebrate. We’d decorated the place from ceiling to floor and before she left, exchanged gifts; I got a ticket to go see one of my favorite artists speak at a nearby college next month, a couple rolls of film, and a gift card to Wilson’s Art for whatever supplies $50 could buy. “Make yourself comfortable.”

“What the hell is that?” He pointed to the corner of the living room to the scrawny branch that was our Christmas tree.

“I could never get off from work or outta classes in time to go pick a decent tree; it was slim pickings when I finally got around to it.” I jabbed him playfully in his side. “Wanna go climb up and sit on top of it, Angel?”

“Ha ha,” he replied sarcastically with an eyeroll. “Where’d you pick it up from, the city landfill?”

“Shut up, I love my little tree! Besides, big or small, it’s about what goes under it that’s important; Santa doesn’t discriminate.”

“Santa?”

“Yes. Speaking of which come help me finish baking these cookies.”

“You’re not serious… are you?”

I pointed to my “Kiss the Cook” apron in its flour-coated glory before dashing back off to the kitchen. “Hope you aren’t afraid to get your hands dirty.”

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Luck of the Draw

Summary: Dan and Phil play Cards Against Humanity for a video. Dan gets the best card. 

Word count: 1110

Rating: I mean it’s cards against humanity so like if you get offended by those cards…

This is what stems from doing nothing all summer. I do not own Dan and Phil or CAH. 

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               Dan and Phil were deciding what video to film for Dan’s channel. They had been brainstorming for a few hours when Phil spoke up.

               “I know what we should do!” Phil stated excitedly, “Let’s make a video like the one you did with Tyler that one time!”

               Dan looked at Phil with a scared expression, “Phil, I love you but there is no way we are watching strange porn for a video.”

               Phil cringed and shook his head, “No silly, I meant let’s play Cards Against Humanity.”

               “Oh thank god,” Dan let out a sigh of relief. “I was scared for a second, but that’s actually not a bad idea.”

               Phil smiled and ran out of the room to grab the game. He came back in a few minutes later with the game and their camera, which had been in Phil’s room. Dan started setting up the lights and camera as Phil got out the game. They sat on the edge of Dan’s bed and Phil kissed Dan’s cheek.

               “Are you just trying to make me have to edit more?” Dan teased and Phil let out a small bark of laughter.

               They began the video soon after with Phil out of frame, “Hello Internet, today I am joined with the only person who wanted to film with me….PHIL!”

               Phil leaned into frame, waved, and sat down. Dan looked at him with what the fans would call his ‘Heart eyes.’

               “Hey guys!” Phil called out happily and tapped Dan’s hand lightly out of frame.

               “So today we have a big surprise coming, Phil and I are playing Cards Against Humanity!!” Dan started explaining, “Just like the video I did with Tyler a while back, we will both have to put up a white cards for every black card and we decide who wins each round, are you ready Phil?

               Phil nodded and Dan handed him his cards, “Okay, Do you want to go first?”

               “Sure,” Phil agreed happily and took the first black card. “Blank: Kid tested, Mother- approved.”

               Dan chuckled as he looked down at the cards in his hands, “Oh I’ve got one.”

               “Okay I’m ready,” Phil nodded. “You go first.”

               “The placenta: kid tested, mother approved.” Dan laughed.

               Phil shook his head, “That was weirdly accurate, but it won’t win. My sex dungeon: kid tested, mother approved.”

               Phil covered his face with his hands after reading his card out of shame and Dan stared at him, “Oh my god Phil!”

               “I’m sorry! All my other cards didn’t work right!” Phil tried to explain.

               “Just take the card, you win,” Dan tried to say seriously but ended up erupting in laughter.

               Phil took the card shamefully and shook his head, “I don’t want this.”

               “It was your idea to play this Philip,” Dan pointed out.

               Phil looked at him with eyes full of regret, “Just grab the next card.”

               Dan grabbed the next card which was, ‘How am I maintaining my relationship status?’ Once they both had their cards picked Phil went first.

               “Fear itself,” Phil held up the card.

               Dan frowned, “Phil that’s so lame!”

               “I didn’t want a repeat of the last card!” Phil whined.

               “Ugh, fine.” Dan rolled his eyes, “How am I maintaining my relationship status? Full frontal nudity.”

               Phil’s face flushed slightly and Dan winked at the camera, he figured that they could edit out anything that could be taken badly by fans.

               “You win,” Phil decided. “Take your card.”

               Dan laughed and prompted Phil to choose the next card.

               A little later, after they had gone through many rounds of the game, Dan decided they should wrap it up. They had enough content to cut out any parts that they needed to. Dan picked up a black card and spoked dramatically, “Okay Phil, this is the final card are you ready?”

               Phil nodded enthusiastically, they were neck and neck and Phil wanted to win.

               Dan looked at the card and laughed, “Sticking with tradition apparently, how did I lose my virginity?”

               Phil held up a card right away as Dan reached for a card to replenish his hand, “A bop it!”

               Dan laughed at Phil’s as he looked at the card he got, he realized it was a make your own card from a previous game and almost put it back before noticing what it said. ‘Well we can always do another final round…’ he thought.

               “How did I lose my virginity, may you ask?” Dan held up the card, “Phil Lester!”

               Phil’s face drained of color, “DAN!”

               Dan laughed hysterically as Phil started to Panic, “Dan this is supposed to be the final round, and we can’t put that in the video!”

               “Why not?” Dan asked still laughing, “It’s true.”

               “Because the Phans! They will all go crazy!” Phil declared.

               Dan rolled his eyes, “C’mon, let’s leave it in! It’s funny and we’ve been talking about coming out anyways!”

               Phil rubbed his temples and Dan frowned, “Hey, it was just a joke. We don’t need to if you don’t want to. I just though you would think the card was funny…”

               Dan placed his hand on Phil’s shoulder trying to be reassuring. Phil took a deep breath, “You know what, we should leave it in. We said we didn’t want it to be a big deal, everyone will get a laugh.”

               Dan smiled and looked at Phil excitedly, “Really?”

               “Yeah, I was being over dramatic,” Phil beamed. “I think it’s an excellent idea.”

               Dan hugged Phil tightly, “It’s going to be great, you’ll see.”

               Phil laughed slightly and they resituated themselves in front of the camera. Dan decided he could easily edit out their conversation later. He glanced at Phil once more and sent him a quick smile.

               “So, I obviously win that round.” Dan laughed, “I guess that makes me the overall winner!”

               Dan winked at the camera and Phil whined, “That’s so unfair! You used an old blank card!”

               “Exactly, I didn’t write it. It just came to me at a convenient time. Don’t be a sore loser Phil,” Dan teased.

               “How about all or nothing!” Phil suggested.

               Dan turned his gaze back to the camera, “And this is where we end the video!”

               Phil pouted as Dan finished up the video telling them not to subscribe to Dan when the moment arrived. Dan turned off the camera and looked at Phil with a smile, “I can’t wait to see the fandoms reaction to this.”

               Phil stood up and kissed Dan softly, “You can edit later, let’s go have a ‘we are about to come out’ celebratory dinner.”

               “So stir-fry and anime?” Dan asked.

               Phil nodded, “Stir-fry and anime.”

(I can’t write things that aren’t dialog heavy…oh well)

Great news!! I finally got my stuff working for my YouTube Channel!!!

So, I wanted to ask you guys (or those interested). I plan on being a gaming channel but I will probably end up doing other things in the process like maybe reactions, talking about wrestling and stuff. But I’m planning on starting with video games. With that being said, I was curious on what you’d like to see first:

Final Fantasy XV (15) (And the ‘Episode Gladiolus’ DLC)?

Resident Evil 7? (I also have the remake of the first, 0, 4, 5 and 6 on hand currently)

The Uncharted Series? (A total of 4 games)

Something else?

Please let me know what you’d like to see! I would love to get started in the next day or so!

anonymous asked:

What's your take on this scrapbook drama? Reading some conflicting stories. Some people say she used the letters from fans to get an in with Tessa and to be friends with her and then just ignored everyone after that and left the fandom in a really rude way while calling people names. What names did she callthem?

You know, I actually was around when all of that happen, so let me give you my take on it.

I arrived on Tumblr during Sochi and 2 bloggers got the idea of doing a common project to celebrate VM’s career since they were retiring.  A bunch of fans contributed to the project with messages for VM, pictures, ideas for the ABCs, etc. and I remember that Jazz had to hand write the whole scrapbook which took her like forever. When the project was finished, she recorded a video to show the final scrapbook to everyone so we could all see it.

When it was time to give it to them at the M&G, she got someone to record the whole thing while she was giving it to them so the fans could all see it. I remember she made sure to mention that it was a common effort and that a lot of ppl contributed to the project.

She even did livestreams after the M&G and when she met them at an event in London after to answer everyone’s questions and tell her experience. In no way, she was selfish or took credit for the whole thing. She shared everything she had to share and made sure to include her followers in the process.

As for ppl accusing her of stealing money, that’s just completely wrong. I remember Jazz asking her followers if they were interested in having a copy of the scrapbook without the fan notes. She tried to figure out the press cost but it ended up being too complicated and quite expensive to make it happen. I was one of those ppl who tried to have a copy and when she messaged me to tell me it wouldn’t happen, she was nothing but nice and even offered me the PDF version of the scrapbook instead.

As for the name calling I can’t really recall, but I think shit hit the fan when Tessa emailed Jazz to thank her for the scrapbook but Jazz didn’t want to post the content of the email, which again is understandable imo. Not gonna lie, this fandom can be a little ungrateful and greedy. So Jazz got a shitload of mean messages and decided to peace out which I don’t blame her tbh. 

As for her relationship with Tessa, idk why everyone is making a big deal out of this. I know quite a few ppl on Tumblr who got access to VM and their parents but still no one thinks that’s creepy…

Are You?!

“I’m nervous.” Y/N rubs her hands up and down her thighs, looking up at Joe as he adjusts the camera in front of them.

“They’re going to be excited, love. Don’t worry.” He smiles over his shoulder at her, fixing one last thing before taking a seat beside her on the bed.

“But what if they aren’t?”

Joe shakes his head, a smile still on his lips, as he reaches over and takes his hand in hers.

“They loved you when I introduced you as my girlfriend. Were ecstatic when we announced our engagement. Our wedding video went viral. They have been wanting this since day one, Y/N. It’ll all be fine.” His thumb rubbed circles into hers, reassuring her.

Y/N nodded, letting out a small breath of air.

“Right. Okay, let’s do this.” Joe leaned over to peck her on the lips before he started the recording looking at the camera.


“Hello everybody! As you can see today I am joined by my beautiful wife!” He starts, gesturing over to her.

“Hi!” She lifts a hand and gives the camera a small wave.

“Now depending on who’s channel you checked out first, you may already know what’s going on. Because we are posting a similar video over on Y/N’s channel as well. And it’s a pretty exciting one.” Joe grins.

“And possibly slightly terrifying.”

“No worries, we’ve practiced with Caspar.”

“You’re going to ruin the surprise.”

“Not if they’ve already watched your video.”

“Should we just tell them then?”

“I suppose we ought to.” Joe turned his gaze from Y/N back to the camera. “We have a small surprise for those of you who have decided to watch my video first, which is probably smart since I’m better.”

“Oi!” Y/N smack’s him on the shoulder. “Be nice.”

“And we debated how to tell you, and then Y/N came up with the perfect idea. Want to tell them, love?”

“It’d be my honour. We are going to call Zoe and tell her our surprise, and it’ll be revealed to all of you. On my channel, we are calling my brother.”

While she talks, Joe pulls out his phone and starts to ring Zoe on speaker. He holds the phone between them while they listen to it ring.


“Ello?” Joe’s sister answers.

“Ello.” He responds, his excitement growing. “Alright?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Good. I have Y/N here with me too, you’re on speaker.”

“Oh, this isn’t some stupid prank video again, is it?” Zoe whines slightly. “Hi Y/N!”

“Hi Zoe! And no, not a prank. But we do have some news.” Y/N glances up at Joe, silently telling him to reveal the news to his sister.

“OH MY GOD! ARE YOU?!” Zoe yells happily, her next words are slightly muffled, but still clear. “ALFIE! ALFIE! COME HERE!”

“We haven’t even said anything yet, Zo.” Joe chuckles.

“Hold on. I’m putting you on speaker so Alfie can hear too!” A moment later they hear Alfie chime in a hello.

“Can we tell you now?” Y/N laughs, glancing at the camera.

“Mate, your sister is bouncing in her seat, please just say it.” Alfie says, chuckling as well.

“Alright. Y/N and I have some news to share with you.” Joe starts, and is interrupted briefly by a squeal from Zoe. “And I hope you’re ready to be an aunt and uncle.”

“I KNEW IT!” Zoe squeals over the phone excitedly, starting to talk a mile a minute.

“Congrats you two!” Alfie talks over her, happiness for the couple evident in his voice.

“Cheers, mate. Zoe, I’ll call you back in a bit. We have to finish filming this video, and then do Y/N’s for her channel.” Joe says into the phone, smiling over at his wife.

“I’m so excited! Oh, Y/N, I’m going to spoil my little niece or nephew!”


It takes a few minutes, but they finally convince Zoe to hang up the phone, promising that they will indeed be calling back soon.

“Well, there you go!” Joe shrugs, looking at the camera.

“We’re pregnant!” Y/N says, wrapping her arm around Joe’s. “Expect a new baby Sugglet in about seven months!”

“We are beyond excited, and Y/N will be filming the pregnancy over on her channel. So make sure to head over there and subscribe if you want to keep up to date on what’s happening!”

“Now we have to go, so Joe can tell my brother. Which I am very much looking forward too.”

“I’m not. I just got him to finally like me…and now he’s going to hate me all over again.” Joe sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Anyways, make sure to give this video a big thumbs up, put what gender you want down in the comments, and subscribe to see more amazing videos! Cheers, bye!” He closes out, both of them waving before he ends the recording.

“Do you need a drink before calling my brother?” Y/N teases him.

“If not before, I’ll definitely need one after.” Joe grumbles, before he switches the memory cards out. “Ready for the next one?”

“Bring it on.”