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Oxenfree, raising my blood levels

So I got oxenfree and are currently playing through it and omg I like the music and the voice acting is pretty good but the best is the atmosphere. There are times when my throat is tight and my heart is fast. It scared the crap out of me at times.

Also the characters are brilliant. They all feel real with flaws and believable connections.

Anyway off topic ramble over.

The reason my sister got caught swearing by our mother

Watching top 100 musicals and everyone who voted is a coward, HOW DARE Little shop of horrors only reach 21, and why the FUCK did phantom of the opera beat it.

I’m absolutely VEXED, Audrey II deserves better, direct me to the bitches who voted so I can fuckin beat them. Little shop barely got a 5 minute slot,, I’m LIVID, aaaaa

Hey go check this out. I should get something out in the next two weeks! Ask box is open so send me stuff cause im bored and want to talk to you people

The beginning

“Dark, I am afraid that I am unable to complete this task as my functions limit me.”

Dark heard googles words echo over in his head, displeased he may even need outside help for his goals. He straightened himself up once he heard movement from inside the house and next to him Wilford muttered an ‘about time.’

The door was opened by a man wearing a cap backwards, his hoodie was covered in hairs and his eyes had slight bags. Chase, if Dark remembered correctly.

“Come in,” Chase said sheepishly, “you can hand the umbrella up here…-”

“-Wilford.” The larger man offered.

“Yes, I’ll go and tell Marvin we have guests. Have a seat.” And with that Chase hurried off. Dark and Wilford sat down on the sofa and looked around.

“Homely place.” Wil stated, observing a photo of six smiling faces, Dark hummed in response, “are you sure he’s here, the place feels empty.”

“I hope so.”

Chase walked back in followed by a man with wavy pale green hair, he wore a cat mask and a cloak and they moved to the other sofa, nudging a pile of blankets until it sat up and revealed that there had in fact been a whole body there.

“Hey Robster, could you go hang around with Schneep and make sure he stops working soon.” Chase asked in a soft, almost fatherly tone.

The pale nan nodded, his white eyes glossy as if blind but he still stood up and meandered off. Marvin and Chase sat on the now vacant sofa.

“I’d hazard a guess that you two are Wilford Warfstache and Darkiplier.” Marvin stated, sipping tea from a cup that he hadn’t brought in with him.

“Just Dark will suffice.” He tried not to show his hatred of the name too strongly, but having a full name that linked him to that man, wasn’t something the being enjoyed.

“Well then, Dark,what brings you?”

“I wish to ask a favour of Anti.”

At that Marvin lost composure for a moment, his tea cup clattering noisily against the saucer he held, before setting them both down. Chase gave Marvin a look of concern.

“You’ve missed him by two days.” Marvin said, “it was unfortunate that it came to it but he was unstable. A danger to the collection. We, . . had to ask him to leave.”

Dark chewed the inside of his mouth, blinking slowly and giving no external reaction. He noted Chase was rubbing his left wrist, a nervous tick perhaps.

“Are you able to find him?”

“I can, although he never lingers for long.”

“Do it.”

Marvin looked offended to have been ordered by Dark, but placed his right palm over his left wrist and closed his eyes, mouthing some form of incantation. The other three watched and waited, Chase shifting uncomfortably next to Marvin whilst Dark sat stoic still and Wil remained relaxed back into the couch.

“He is in town, in the ally next to the butchers.”

Dark stood up, giving his thanks and flashing a smile before heading for the door. As a general courtesy he didn’t tend to transport himself into or out of other peoples spaces.

“Promise me one thing.”

Dark turned to face Marvin who had now stood, he raised an eyebrow in questioning.

“You don’t intend upon harming him.”

“No, we don’t.”

And with that Dark and Wilford stepped out into the night, before promptly blending with the shadows then disappearing altogether.

Chase put a hand on Marvin’s shoulder as he looked out the door.

“Its okay, he’ll be fine. I know you didn’t agree when we said he couldn’t stay, but he really wasn’t right.”

“I’m responsible for him. I helped him be.”

Chase nodded and closed the door for the magician, before bringing him into a hug.

—

Dark and Wil watched into the ally as a Glitching mass of green chuntered to itself. It was visibly a man with the same build as all the other septics, but his limbs were constantly moving, pulling at his hair, fingers dragging down his face or neck, hugging his chest, flailing in the open air. And all the time, arguing.

“We can’t go back they didn’t want us- we were Marvin’s own, we’re part of the col- damn the collection they abandoned us, couldn’t handle us- he created- he only made us this shell to live in, nothing more- what if he dislikes his creations- Robbie!”

Dark took a step forward and cleared his throat. The movement stopped and the man was now stood straight, and unsettlingly still, facing Dark, mocking Darks posture by having his arms behind his back. But his head was tilted to the side.

“What do they want from us?” He hissed to himself, “- Direct the question.” It ordered himself, before straightening his head and looking Dark in the eyes, “Can I help you or are you just passing?”

“Anti, I’ve heard you’re somewhat a technology expert. Unfortunately my own experts are… limited by their functions. I would like to request your help.”

“Help in what?”

“Accessing things.”

Anti seemed to pause, then he was facing away from Dark and muttering again, before snapping back to mimicking Darks posture.

“Well?”

“Will I be given anything in return.”

“Do you wish for anything?”

“Accommodation, and a promise you won’t turn on me.”

“What sort of bedding do you prefer?”

“Hammock.”

“I will make some arrangements, presuming you’re onboard.”

“Do w- I look like I’ve anything else to be doing?”

“I suppose not, consider it done.”

And just as the first two had appeared, the now three left. Although Dark felt that perhaps he was hasty with his decision, there was defiantly something odd with the septics.

Cace

Ace cake *note: this cake is for aces. if you don’t support people who eat ace cake, are not ace, or simply don’t like cake, perhaps you should go eat a pie instead*

*squealing * lovr the wings

Gonna post this BC I don’t think I’ll complete the face.

This is winged Dark for @thesquirreloverlord ’s wings au, in the AU dark has wings of a northern goshawk.

Either way, I love the AU.

Mike from Cornwall name jack as his adopted son

Racing Pigeon

Chase felt the wind batter his face and he zipped through the woods. He knew he was ahead in the race, wings beating quickly, tucking in to get through spots that where to tight for others racers through giving a head up during races. He was from a family of racing pigeon and wore his dad’s green race suit which fit him like a glove, a small skull embroidered on it.

He caught his wing on a branch and a grey father fell off his wing and a curse brushed his lips, this was a world wide known race, he was still shocked he made it this far. The wind whistled in his ears as he continued to swerve through the trees, heart hammering in his chest.

He didn’t expect what happened next.

A branch fell onto him. A big heavy mass of wood fell on him, a world class racer. He let out a yelp and felt a wing crack when the branch hit him causing him to plummet and pinning him to the floor, pain shooting through is body like hot, white fire. He took a few ragged breaths and tried to move. He couldn’t.

His breathing became faster as he started to worry, he could not seem to be able to get enough air in his lungs. His eyes watered and lungs stung. He wriggled and squirmed but was unable to move as each twitch of the muscles in his back sent waves of pain across his body. What if he couldn’t fly again? How would his family react, How would his Dad react? A Brody unable to fly, it would be a disgrace!

Something wet rolled down his face as he tried to hold himself still, still unable to breath his vision was going as fuzzy as his thoughts, black spots popping up. He couldn’t hear the surroundings, it was as if he was underwater, everything seemed so quite, so, distant. Breaths short and sharp and felt cold and painful, his head pounded. A sob escaped his throat at some point. He was alone, who would find him here? Was he going to die? He didn’t want to die. Thoughts swirled, he was scared, so   bloody   scared.

Then he noticed some movement. It was’t an animal, too big, well he hoped it wasn’t an animal because he couldn’t think of anything that big that was nice. It was dressed in a red t-shirt and dark beige shorts. He looked confused as if he had just walked upon him and a small determined frown appeared on his face

“Hey, I’m gonna try and move this branch, you think you can move?” 

Chase nodded quickly, the sooner  was off the better. The man came closer and chase noticed his short trimmed beard and mustache, His wings where neatly tucked and a woody brown, lighter on the underside. The man put two hands under the branch.

“Okay, 1, 2 ,3, GO!” The man lifted and Chase wiggled from underneath as the man dropped it on the dirt, both of them panting “Hey... I’m Jackie” the man- Jackie said.

“I’m chase, thanks” His voice was hoarse and weak with exhaustion and pain. His wing was bent awkwardly as the line of black feathers was no longer solid or straight. Jackie reached into a leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder and took out a water bottle and passed it to him.

“What you doing out here? I normally never see anyone when I go berry picking” Jackie asked as Chase took long swigs of water. 

“I was racing, taking a shortcut” He said between sips. “Guess I missed the time to get to the checkpoint” he let out a weak laugh, Jackie just frowned. “What are you anyway?”

“A robin, why?” the other man had stood up

“Wait, a robin, how did you lift that branch?” Chase eyes widened. The other man just shrugged.

Finally Chase stood up, ignored the pain that shot down his back and looked round. All he could see was trees for miles but he had a sense of the direction he needed to go, he was a pigeon after all. The other man looked at him. “Want to get outta here?”

“Yeah” Chase replied, he had enough of forests today.

Winged AU

Raven’s advice

Dark walked home to the house he shared with his, well friend to be honest. The Host, or Issac as he was better known was an interesting character both physically and personality wise. He was an radio host-cum-podcast creator who had a dry wit and sharp tongue. the only thing that hurt more than being hit by his cane was his insults, somehow creatively unique for each person. 

Physically he was a few inches taller than dark, this infuriated the goshawk which normally made Issac chuckle. On his back where a pair of glossy black raven wings tucked tightly in, never used, not because they where clipped, the conspiracy revolution to got them rights to fly, claiming that they ate fruit and seeds too so they should be allowed to fly, but many protested. Issac was attacked by some teenagers with a knife when he was 16, causing him permanent blindness. This meant without help he was grounded.

Dark opened the door and heard the raven in his room just finishing recording a podcast. The podcasts and radio show where fairly popular with the grounded, as the Host interacted with them daily, finding relevant topics to them and their interests, hopes and dream, something many radio hosts failed to bring. 

Dark walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass and filled it with water then taking a sip as he listened to the raven come down the stairs. He watched at the other man came through the door wearing a flannel and dark jeans.

“Dark” the mans soothing voice stated

“Host, how are you?”

“Good, but you sound off” the host’s head turned to the side in curiosity

Dark ignored the statement and continued drinking.

“Is it a good guess something happened?”

dark gave him a glare. Issac just smirked.

“i am right then, what was it,was it a-”

“Shut up Issac” Dark snapped grumpily, “I don’t ask about your personal life”

“That because you don’t care, i’m sure you would kill me if I talked about my love life with Edward” the man walked over to the fruit bowl and grabs a handful of grapes.

“If you are insinuating i like him your wrong” the goshawk frowned

“Hey, i wasn’t, don’t get your feathers in a ruffle. I was just saying if you-”

“I don’t” he snapped again

“IF you like them you should meet up with them, now I got a date with a handsome owl so I will be on my way” and with that he grabbed his beige trench coat and left to meet his boyfriend, a owl, Dr Edward Iplier, a pathologist who works with police to examine bodies from crime scenes. 

Dark sighed after the raven left the room, and sat down at the table. How had a canary brought his day to such a halt? 

The canary could really have anyone. He was a late time TV star after all. He was bright energetic and the complete opposite of him.

But opposites attract, right?

Type your favorite Pokemon in the Gif feature and post the first result!

Fly and Fall

Hey, look I posted something after who knows how long. This is just an angel au thing. Each angel is based on a species of bird and sometimes have stereotypes about them and how they interact, for example angels based on birds of prey are more likely to be violent to smaller ‘prey’ bird like finches

paring: Darkstache implied

TW: mentions of discrimination

Hawks where often seen as dangerous and should be avoided at all costs, especially by the smaller ‘prey’ angels. so when the canary Wilford Warfstache approached one, many would of called him crazy. The Hawk in question was a Northern goshawk with striped feathers which where clipped due o the law too prevent ‘predators’ from having too much power. He stood on the cliffs looking over the seas with a grumpy expression and a strong chin. His lips where in a thin line and his expression was unchanging as the pink haired angel made his descent down to talk with this handsome black haired man.

“Well hello, why such the miserable?” Wilford smiled pulling at his suspenders. The man lifted an eyebrow and looked the reporter over.

“Are you that idiot from the talk show? You seem quite brave for a songbird” he stated flatly.

“Awww, I’m flattered, yes I am Wilford Warfstache, the one and only” he smirked as he put his hands on his hips. The other man rolled his eyes “What is your name?”

“None of your business songbird” he hissed as he started to stalk away, Wilford started jogging after him with his wings tucked behind his back.

“Hey I’m calling you Darkie if you don’t tell me your name. Wait up!” Dark did not stop but instead sped up.”Oh come on!” he sighed as he also sped up to catch up with him. Dark whipped round and shot him a bone chilling look.

“Why do you follow me so persistently?! Do you not fear me? Do you not listen to stories how I could rip your pretty little head off? Or are you trying to mock me? A little songbird like you can still fly yet I can’t as I could cause ‘public distress’ according to the law, that’s why they clip our wings, to ground us, to deny us freedom of flight.” his wings were spread as if in an attempt to scare the other man off. The sea crashed against the cliff. The sky was clear and stars were slowly becoming visible and the moon was cold and bright.

Wilford scowled “I came down to talk to you, mocking is not my style, guns are, you seemed lonely down here and I thought my company would be appreciated, clearly not though” he put his hand back on his hips and swayed them as he talked leaning forwards towards this handsome man as he spoke.

“Well fly away then and leave me be you bothersome imbecile.” Dark turned away facing the edge of the cliff. 

“Well for that comment I’m gonna stay just to annoy you.” Wilford smirked wiggling his bubblegum pink mustache. Dark looks up at him and pushes him off the cliff in the hope to get rid of the other man, he knew he wouldn’t die, his instincts would kick in and he would start flying, what scared him is when Wilford pulled him with him, the mans wings couldn’t possibly carry the both of them. The gray sea crashing on the rocks below drew closer and closer as the two plummet down. Wilford had wrapped his arms round him holding him so close to his chest that he could hear the others heart pumping with adrenaline as he flapped his wings as hard and fast as he could to try and slow their descent. 

“stretch out your wings and help me” he shouted over the wind howling past their ears. Dark shot out his bent wings and tried to copy Wilford’s wing beats. They slowly rised and started gliding. Dark felt the wind pass through his wings and he closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation he thought he may never of been able to enjoy. The night’s air was cold against his head and the smell of salt off the sea filled his nose along with the bubblegum smell of the man who was holding him.

He opens his eyes and sees the grey waves below change to the grassy cliffs as Wilford steers them to land. As they landed Dark let go of a breath he did not know he was holding. Then he realized Wilford had not let go of him. He broke away and looked the man over, muttering an apology. 

With that Dark walked away, leaving Wilford alone.