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Allow me to set the mood.

the twins (part 1)

a short story of 3 parts written by me 

please consider that english isn’t my first language so i am sorry if there is any mistakes while you read this

  • characters : (yousra,faris,menna)

faris by @hammie-heart

enjoy~


The wind is howling dark fog is everywhere and all she could see in the sky is nothing but red clouds she tries to escape from something but then falls on the ground ….

Yousra: “ack!” she gives a small scream but turns around suddenly to face what she has been running from ….

A dark figure with red eyes they have dark wings approaches yousra slowly.


“I NEVER WANTED THIS”

she wakes up to find herself on her bed tired as always it’s been 3 months only and she feels like she is going to give birth soon, she looks unsettled.

Menna is sleeping on the coach next to her bed of course faris won’t sleep in the same room with menna in it, yousra decides to go outside her room to have some water , yousra exits the room.

“Yousra?…why are you up at this time?” said faris who was setting on the coach in the living room he stood up to help her when she walks

yousra: “it’s ok faris I was about to get some water”

Faris: “you could’ve asked me…”

He helps her to set on the coach after that he went to get her a cup of water and came back with it “here drink”

Yousra takes the cup but then she looks down to it “…….faris?”

“Yes yousra is there something you need?”

Yousra: “our children will come to life soon they will have a pretty weird life right? Hehe”

She looks at faris smiling while saying that

Faris: “heh, yeah they’ll get to have our magic traits I am sure we can help them get control of it right yousra?”

Yousra just looks down without an answer her expression seems emotionless.

Faris: yousra?

Yousra looks to him “faris….you are a good and respected person that’s why I love you…..but…..”

His expression changes “…..but?”

Yousra looks at him smiling she puts her hand on his and says “faris I know you won’t like this but…can you just promise me to take care of them? I m-might ….not be able t-to see them….” She starts to tear up.

Faris frowns and takes his hand out of her grip then holds her shoulders

“ yousra! What the hell are you saying!?what did I say about being strong for you! You yourself said you’d be strong For the children!…..for me…..did you just throw all this away ? or was it a selfish need of me that I want you to be here?….was it yousra?”

Yousra stays silent for a while “faris…please face it ….JUST….just look at me! I am weak I can’t walk by myself I can’t drink by myself I became skinnier everyday…..I won’t stand a chance when I give birth to them…..”

Faris: “I know that all this is happening to you but please…stay determined "….he hugs her…."Stay determined for me …stay determined for your children they will need you better than me….please”

Yousra gets him off her and stands up quickly “FARIS I CAN’T-” she falls on the ground after losing balance she gives a loud cry “AAAAAAAAAA!!!”

“YOUSRA!!” he descends to her horrified and worried “yousra are you ok!?”

“No faris! Ow ow ow! IT HURTS SO MUCH!” she was holding her stomach and crying

“What happened!?” menna comes in as she was woken up by yousra’s screams.

“Help me!!” yousra cried, faris tried to get her up but she couldn’t stand so he carried her “yousra it’s ok I am here calm down” he tried to calm her down but she is still crying

Menna: “that’s not good we need to get her to the hospital now” menna ran to get something to cover up yousra while she was between faris’ arms “don’t worry yousra you will be alright you can get through this” said faris with a worried expression, she clutches on his shirt “faris….it’s time” his eyes widened as she said that.

Menna: “quick faris let’s go!”

They leave the house to the hospital…


next>>(tomorrow)

Driplierst Oneshot

What if Google just seriously upgraded Ego Inc. 

Just kidding it ended up being Driplierst. 

What if Bim was totally in the Driplierst shipping boat.

@driplierst

Bim woke to his bed rumbling. Trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes, he sat up. The bed stopped shaking and a hologram appeared. Bim threw on his glasses and peered at the green hologram. “Darkiplier has scheduled a meeting in one hour.”  Bim sighed. Lifting his hand he pressed the details button. “Called by Wilford Warfstache. Approved by Darkiplier. Subject: A SUPER GREAT SURPRISE!!11!!1!!!”  Bim smiled at the reporter’s caption. Will had gotten his holograms stuck in Caps Lock and even the Google’s couldn’t figure out how to fix it. Bim waved away the hologram and got out of bed. 


Bim left his leafy room in a fresh clean suit and made his way over to the kitchen. He walked in on The Host and Dr. Iplier making out. Bim whipped out his phone and took at least a dozen photos before even The Host could notice. Once Host did notice though, he shoved Dr. out of his seat and onto the floor. Dr. sat there, confused, as Host’s face blushed bright red.

 Bim walked calmly into the room, looking at his photos. He sat down next to Dr. (who had finally figured out the situation and got back into his chair). He leaned over to the doctor, who was loudly blushing and trying to act calm. “You two look so adorable together!!” 

Dr. smiled, “Awww…. thanks.” He rubbed the back of his neck. Dr. Iplier could always go to Bim is he was feeling down. 

Host, on the other hand, wasn’t dealing with the embarrassment as well. He abruptly stood up from his chair. “I’M GONNA GO MAKE BREAKFAST.” Host said with a bright red face. Dr. Iplier smiled, “Awww… you dont have to~ I can help~”

Host’s face went even redder, “N-No thanks, I g-got it honey.” Host cringed. He didn’t mean to say the nickname in front of Bim. Bim’s eyes practically lit up. Before he could say anything Dr. slapped a hand over his mouth, “Alright Sweetie!” Host walked over to the fridge and started getting out ingredients, narrating to himself in an attempt to calm himself down. Dr. Iplier sighed, lost in the adorableness of his boyfriend. Then Bim licked his hand. Dr. Iplier yelped and wrenched his hand away. 

With Dr. wiping his hand on the shoulder of his suit, Bim continued, “You guys are adorable! I have so many cool things to show you guys! I got–” Dr cut him off with a questioning look, “Cool?” Bim gave him a smiled, he had something in store, “Yeah!! I’ve got a bunch of stuff from mood boards to fanfictions–” 

He was cut off, once again, by the confused doctor, “W-Wait! Fanfiction?” Bim nodded. Dr leaned over in his chair to talk to The Host. “Host!!” The man lifted his head, looking at his boyfriend, a spatula still in hand. “Host! They™ have fanfiction!!” 

The spatula dropped to the floor. Host’s face erupted into a smile, he practically skipped over to the table. Leaving the bacon to burn, Host rushed over to Bim’s side. “No way!! The Host thought he was the only one that wrote fanfiction!!” Bim’s mouth gaped open, “You write fanfiction too?? NO WAY! I gotta show you some of my favorites!!” Bim knocked on the table twice and a holographic screen appeared. Bim eagerly went through his customized screen, pulling up characters, headcanons, moodboards, fanfictions, and a billion other things the doctor couldn’t name. 


The Host’s and Bim’s little shipping season was interupted by the building shaking.  Edgelord’s voice rang out through the building, “WILFORD WHAT THE HELL! HOW DID YOU EVEN CALL THIS MEETING! HOW DID YOU EVEN GET INTO MY ACCOUNT!” 

“Calm down~ Darkipoo~~ It’s really important~ I got this great~~ idea–” 

“HOW COULD SOMETHING BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN MY COFFEE!” 

Wilford then ran through the room screaming at the top of his lungs. A Dark, still dressed in his sheep pajamas and still with rollers in his hair, ran after him, waving a empty black coffee mug. 

Dr. Iplier sighed, “Our favorite Emo Edgelord has awakened.” 

I’m just wondering…in a biblical sense…What did Isaac think when Abraham was about to sacrifice him? 

This story is probably one of the most intense faith related stories in the old or new testament (story of the death of Jesus not withstanding). Abraham literally binds his son and is about to stab him as a sacrifice for God. He literally believes that what he is doing is right. It’s a question of faith. It’s the teleological suspension of the ethical. You suspend morality because faith requires it. 

But what I want to know is…what the hell did Isaac think? Do you think he ever really trusted his father again? The bible doesn’t really get into those details.

I’ve just been thinking about this story a lot…because I feel like it parallels a lot of stories of lgbt+ youth and their parents. You have the parents who are so willing to have faith in what they believe…that they’re willing to kick out, disown, or mistreat their own children, in order to fulfill that faith.

And on the one hand…it’s almost kind of impressive…that faith. Because I certainly couldn’t look at someone who was in pain and commit to an act that would bring them more pain, no matter what I believed, I do not have faith in anything bigger that would require that, but I know some people do and I respect their right to, but at the same time…since I don’t share their worldview…it absolutely breaks my heart.

But still…I’m just wondering…what does that do to Isaac? What if Isaac didn’t end up believing what Abraham believed about the world or God? How damaging it must be, to have the person who raised you and is supposed to love you, so willing to let you go because they love something that unseeable even more? And the kicker is, Isaac would never really know in his life whether his anger would be justified or not because it’s impossible to know. He would either have to come to terms with the fact that he and his father believe different things, and their relationship will always be conditional and maybe he never gets what he needs out of that relationship, OR he too would have to continue down a path of having faith in order to justify what had happened.

Or maybe he just ends up going a little bit crazy trying to make sense of it all. Maybe that. 

Sorry. I’ve just been reflecting a lot lately. My relationship with my parents is tenuous…but we’re talking…and it’s civil these days. And while that’s really great all things considered…it’s coming up on 2 years since they kicked me out. 2 years since I felt the worst about myself I think I’ve ever felt. 2 years since I was standing on a bridge in DC about to jump because I felt unwanted, and unloved. I felt like I was a mistake. 

And then when they finally let me come back…it was with the condition that I attend what ended up amounting to conversion therapy. 

And I’m not sure…what to make of it all. You know? And I’m trying…to have empathy…and understanding for their points of view…but I’m also trying to deal with the sadness and pain that I never really dealt with because I was so depressed at the time I could barely function. 

And I don’t know how to have both at the same time, but my brain keeps chewing on things I’ve read or learned or people I’ve talked to in order to try, so sorry for the personal essay. 

people who are photogenic really don’t understand what kind of privilege they have like,,,,,they could literally be scratching their ass and wearing an oversized t-shirt w a mustard stain on it and it still looks like a candid piece of art,,,,meanwhile im dressed to the nines in my best outfit with my hair and makeup done and as soon as someone puts anything close to a camera in front of my face it’s like,,, one of my eye half closes while the other completely dilates. my mouth half opens between a smile and frown (a smown). my head rotates to an unnatural angle that my body doesn’t follow ,,, i lose complete control of my hand and make a peace sign,,,,,,Cursed

ok so, it turns out that i love drawing altean lance,, a lot

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just two guys….bonding… i can’t believe this is my first contribution to this amazing show…

stop taking pictures or he’s gonna get grumpy 

‘Dream Daddy is Problematic™ bc...’ drinking game

One shot

  • “This character doesn’t fit exactly the mold I envisioned for them and it’s stereotyping/erasure”
  • “This character fits ONE stereotype so that must be a blanket statement the creators are making for ALL GAYS”
  • Anything criticizing the Game Grumps as if they had creative input on the game instead of just lending advertising to it

Two shots

  • “It doesn’t matter if the developers are LGBT+ because…”
  • “It’s bad for gay male representation because WOMEN will be playing it!!!”
  • Alternatively: “The game is misogynistic bc…”

Four shots

  • Bringing up Jontron in any capacity
Joseph Christiansen Secret/Cult Ending Manuscript

I went digging through the Level 18 gibberish and sorted out all the dialogue into a manageable manuscript if anyone is interested in reading this secret wild ride. None of the dialogue is labeled so I did my best to interpret who was saying what so any mistakes are my bad. It took a few hours to put together but I felt like some people would like more than just a summary so here is the full text:

MC will be short for Main Character or your player.

** edit 07/26/17: minor text fixes, better formatting, the insertion of more images (courtesy of purpledragon42) , and insert of a working readmore **

Level 18- Joseph Bad Ending or True Ending ( Who knows? )

This appears to take place after MC and Joseph Christiansen engage in sex in the yacht, except you don’t wake up to what you expect. This takes place in Cult_Dungeon1.

(Photo Credits: Game Grumps)

START: You’re A Monster

MC:

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. What time is it? Must have been asleep for ages. I wonder what will happen now that Mary is gone? What about Joseph’s kids? And how will Amanda feel about all this? That’s what matters… . Well, we all have each other. I guess time will tell, right? Better get up and greet the day.

Am I tied up?! What the hell?! How did I get here? What’s going on?! Joseph? Anybody?

You’re probably just dreaming. Why would there be a… Don’t panic… . a dungeon. An evil dungeon. Why would there be an evil dungeon here? This can’t be real. Maybe I had too much Twilight Rouge. I’m dreaming, or something.

???:

Oh, I guarantee this is real.

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