#sugiui

About a year ago, Damien decided to draw all the Darks he had meant to that point. It got a few giggles and really tested the ability to have multiple designs for what is basically the same character. 

Today was really quiet in work, so my Wilford over on @rosetintedgunman joined forces with Damien to update the list with ones they have interacted with in recent months (along with drawing each other for giggles). My Dark is there twice because shut up I'm a loser. Then Wilford pointed out that Darksepticeyes ought to count so they were added at the bottom of the page. So for the record, the top line is Damien’s handiwork, and the heavier outlines are Wilford’s doodles.

I decided to omit the descriptions this time because I was procrastinating enough from work as it was today. Personally, I’m delighted that Wilf and Damien in particular are Dark-magnets, and I know there are more out there they’ve to met!

I've put the tags under a read-more!

Wil’s head jerks up when he is offered the pack, his fingers twitching about as he lets out a low breath. Hoping this wasn’t a trick, that would be truly not what he needed right now. “OH!, you’re a good man! Such a good man!” He says reaching out to take the box with shaky hands. Wilford didn’t smoke often, but he was have a really bad week. “It’s just been ONE of those DAYS, you know?” He pops the top open and fishes around for a stick and lighter.

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Wilford gave a thankful smile as Dark helped lift the dead weight. Normally, he could manage it by himself, but his shoulder felt a little funny. Did something happen during the last few minutes?

“Ya help me because ya love me. An’ ‘cause ya know this was an accident. An’ ‘cause if we leave it here they’re gonna be after my head in th’ next week or so when they wake up.” There was a pause, like he was finished, before he added in a softer voice, 

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The small study dedicated to the Host and his work was deathly quiet. He was sitting in a chair, attention fully on the braille novel under his finger on the desk. All, it seemed, was peaceful... At least, until his head tilted slightly.

“The Host hears a shift in the direction of the door. It is hard to determine by mere sound what the source might be, though there is a clear air of darkness and foreboding - ah. Dark. How wonderful to see you.” His Narration slipped into sarcasm as he placed a bookmark in the novel and closed it. 

“You look very stressed! A quick little hug didn’t hurt anyone!”

Kate woke up and stretched, rubbing her eyes as the laid on the uncomfortable woodland ground. She looked up and saw that Slender wasn’t in sight, but that didn’t mean he left. He had to still be around, somewhere, watching them. At least he wasn’t giving her orders and making her go into the side of herself he valued so much.

She heard some branches and leaves cracking under someone’s feet. Other than Charlie, someone the other proxy hadn’t met yet, it had to be Dark.

She turned around and stood up, brushing some of the dirt off her jeans. 

       "... so what exactly IS the plan? Do you even HAVE a plan?”