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So I know I follow alot of mack lovers on this blog 👀 if you wanna let out your true moment and talk to a chaotic, totally not ego driven, boy..

@truengineer ✨

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LORE SOUP HOT AND FRESH

Hey guys I finally finished that massive PowerPoint with all the Markiplier Lore plus my own thoughts, interpretations and theories. 

I’ve got two different versions of slides: 

The first version is 69 slides (nice) with the text more densely packed on the slides and you can find it here. If you want to get straight to theories skip to slide 29 because the first half is restating things we already know. 

The second version is hopefully more accessible, and I tried to break up the longer slides as much as I could though they are still fairly text-heavy so let me know if I need to make any edits so it’s easier to read. This version is 90 slides and you can find it here. If you want to skip straight to the theories they start on slide 43.

Also, I would like to thank @ragingstinkingrottengay and @smiledog15578​ for their notes from Mark’s lore streams, because although I still did go back and re-watch them myself, there’s a shit ton of information there and so it was easy to forget minor things. 

Reblogs are appreciated because I lowkey spent a really long time on this lol 

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3 cause what if cursed writing ritual?? :00

Literally my writing ritual is me sitting and rewatching what is giving me my ideas a thousand times to make sure I get the ✨best✨ details possible.

Along with that, if I feel the need to have more visual things to help with the moods of my writing I always finish my illustrative editing for my chapters then get straight in.

And I do not stop going till I finish something usually. So I will sit there for a good hour to two hours just writing away while my brain continues to make the visuals become text for me to type into a word doc and let loose.

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Now I just feel obligated to ask for 20 XD lmao angst queen over here!

I'm gonna be honest here, truthfully, I am so over the idea of love and finding that romantic connection that I would choose the opportunity for my best work to be published.

Plus if its something I know people for years would enjoy, why not make it that way instead of collecting dust? :>

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4 sounds like a fun question :D

the fact anything with the word "sorrow" in it makes me go feral makes this show I may be too much of an angst addict for my own good.....

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24 for the writing questions??

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

I’m not going to lie here, I have a very big brain that lets me sit and draw up my scenarios.

Once I see something and I get an immediate idea, I get to work.

Okay time to be serious, truthfully I do make legit outlines for my entire work. Primarily in the sense of me making up my names for each fic, then the name for the series and then breaking down each of the story summaries.

I always use personally made outlines for the forgotten series, and honestly it is one of my main favorite parts. Especially when I know specific scenarios in the writing I plan to do is gonna be in that specific piece I do. I used to hate it, but once’s you get used to writing so much with college and other deals, it can be quite a fun addicting process to do.

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I really… didn’t open my inbox on my rp blog 🤦

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Weird Questions for Writers (because writers are weird)

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice...what do you Know?

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

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Now that I’m thinking on it, truly may make different aus of dr. iplier on that rp blog I got going bc truthfully you cannot tell me that the invincible II didn’t have a doctor… even if they may or may not have had a completely pointless job at times due to the casual multiverse travels 💀🤚

if y’all have any other aus that sound decent lmk. And for anyone who may have decent advice on how to do tumblr rp blogs pls tell me.. I would be grateful ��� I’ve never done one before and wanna make sure @lostdegree goes somewhat well!

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starting the Illinois fic then huh? XD

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I'm curious, what made you changer the name from "Forgotten" to "Dismembered"?

Hmm? The series is still considered Forgotten as a whole. The entirety of it is to speak of how a promise of friendship and protection became forgotten due to the vengeance at hand!!

And the primary reason I picked dismembered for the title of the last part of the series almost was to show the true dismemberment of the readers mental, physical and overall emotional state to how it was before the situation and overall meeting with dark/damien.

And tbh it sounded cool and rhymed well.

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@kidvoodoo For you! And sorry for the wait!

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no one knows what this website looks like anymore it doesnt exist to the general public

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anyone: how are you doing??

me: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh anyway how are you.

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I’m starting to think I have a type…

and I’m a little worried about what that means. 

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I really just finished a fic series and haven’t been able to comprehend what to do with myself. Idk I may get the dr. Iplier blog going but purely I’m like Woah rn 🥹

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DISMEMBERED.

Warning: pure angst, does have mentions of sn@kes. Author’s note: Please enjoy! :D

Summary: you are now working on some sort of set with Mark. You're on your next scene when it comes to choosing the play you wish to see. However, what happens when you choose a play to see and only become encountered to the one who made this happen to you?

Word Count: 2,491.

Tag List: @selfshippinglover / @memento-mora /

Previous Chapters: Chapter one (link) Chapter two (link) Chapter three (link)

Your eyes barely could stay open as you sat against the chair, the noise around you barely being processed through your mind before feeling a hand against your shoulder. You lifted your head and turned, seeing Mark looking at you with a subtle smirk. “Awe did I scare my co-star?”

You perked a brow in amusement before giving a playful eyeroll. “No, just tired, I knew you worked hard but I’m already wanting to fall asleep.” You could hear him snicker next to you as he sat against the chair, his name clearly addressed against the back of it so no one would dare touch it. He snapped his fingers and soon was surrounded by his makeup team for the shoot. “You do know we are not even halfway done yet? We are doing the selections for the next part of this ... “date” they have us doing.” He internally was scowling that this was what he had to do. He committed one crime and all he could be casted for was some cheesy series of going on a date with someone. Of course, you did not know of his crimes, and nor did he plan to let you find out about them, hell, he felt it was unreasonable he was on parole for five years. FIVE. He sighed and leaned his head back some to allow the faint dashes of powder and other cosmetics to be pressed against his skin, almost taking in the comfortable moment of self-readiness.

You stood and moved out the way to allow them more room, almost finding it ironic that this is what you would spend your days doing. You swore the extras looked almost identical to those you have seen at the manor, but you attempted to ignore it to the best of your ability. You could hear the constant whispers continuing to erupt in your mind, soon shaking your head as you turned to look at mark. “If I’m not back before they call us, I’m in the bathroom.” You spoke, almost feeling a faint pain in your heart seeing him simply wave you off. You turned and walked into the restroom inside the rented area, soon locking the door behind you to stop others from entering.

You tried to keep your mind into a state you could keep the sanity in one place, your hands gripping the handles of the sink as you heard the rush of water filling the metal sink below. You cupped your hands against the chilling liquid, almost shivering as you splashed it against your face. The coolness being the one thing you needed to shock you back into place. However, when you looked up into the mirror, you almost jumped seeing the darkened outline of your own figure looking back at you. The darkened eyes, the bleeding wounds, the glitchy points around it almost giving you too much remembrance of them. You rubbed your eyes over and over to see if it would disappear, but it would not. To make it even worse, the chuckle escaped you as the expression of shock covered your face. Your chuckles held strong disbelief as you shook your head. “This is a joke, must’ve had too much wine.”

“I can assure you...the wine didn’t create me.”

You almost felt the blood leave your face as the voice in your head finally had a face you can look at. It was yours. You felt your mouth go dry as you shook your head, your hands clinging to your hair as you tugged it.

“Why act so scared to see me now, my dear? I have always been here; you just never gave me the chance- “

“No no- you do not” “I do.” “NO, YOU DON’T.”

You shouted, almost shaking more, and stopping where you stood when you heard the echo go through the room from the bathroom’s emptiness. You heard a knock against the bathroom door that caused you to turn, the sound of mark’s voice soon taking over. “You all right in there? Why is the door locked?” You heard the handle shake, and the sigh escaped. “I am fine!! Just ... just needed a minute.” You paused and waited in case, but the sound of mark stayed. “Alright, we are on in five.” before you heard the steps walking away. Your head turned to the mirror and saw the darkened figure giving you a blank look. You glared harshly as you pushed the sink handle to its off point. “You do not need to be here.”

The voice let out a deepened chuckle, almost sounding as if they were on a static end of a television, almost shaking their head towards you. “My dear, you truly are naïve, you let me in at your lowest, and I am the one who has protected you from the wolf’s deadly game... I did not follow you for no reason.” Their words hit you harshly and you shook your head more in disbelief. You did not dare say another word as you moved towards the bathroom door, soon unlocking it, and heading outside the room without another thought. You did not realize the reflection faded and the lights in the bathroom glitched away as it followed you, soon simply becoming the chaotic voice inside your mind. You could see mark looking at you with concern, but you gave a simple smile in return as you tried to simply look as normal as possible.

Mark tried to give a look of confidence after seeing you return, but something just seemed so off. He stood and walked over, soon motioning you two to the scene you needed to do. You waited and soon began your scene, it simply was you both arriving to a theatre, and you stayed almost silent as you followed along. It was a simple horror selection, so you almost broke a smile as you got to watch mark act.

“Good idea! I have never seen this play before.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I don't even know who made it, so...could be a fun adventure, let's give it a try.”  As he spoke you followed along into the theatre, the whispers soon clouding your mind. You could see the words escaping mark, yet you did not hear them as you sat down, soon facing the theatre with a scrunched expression. You stared at it for a moment and almost felt sick as you turned, almost jumping seeing mark had disappeared from your side.

“He won’t get you lamb, stay calm.”

You heard the voice mumble, but you were confused. Who were they talking about? However, as the rumbling took over, you looked at the center of the theatre with furrowed brows as you heard someone speak. “Did you miss me? I missed you, very much, I have been waiting a long time to see you again, I have been pushed aside...replaced...mocked.”

You almost froze and felt the color drain from your face at the sight of them. Their dark aura, the darkened clothing, the hues of red and blue reaching their ways around him to add a terrifying glow. You almost wanted to curl into a ball and hide from them, but you could not move. You felt as if you had been tied down to the seat, yet they nor you had moved.

“...And then he had the gall to not invite me to his little adventure with you.” Dark paused for a moment, the clenching of his jaw simply continuing. “No more, never again.” After he spoke those words, he almost felt his mind snap, the truest tortures of their souls simply coming out as he yelled. He had put up with so much torment and darkness from mark, that this almost made him feel barely able to relax knowing he could tell another of his habits. His voice booming through the theatre with such ease it almost became scary as some of the area shook around him.

“IT’S MY TURN NOW, I'VE BEEN WAITING PATIENTLY! HE PROMISED HE WOULD LET ME IN AGAIN!”

 He finally caught his temper and let out sigh, his hands moving to fix the tie and the suit jacket of the clothing he wore. “I'm tired of giving people a choice.” He almost spoke again but was interrupted when he heard words.

“You really have no heart anymore, do you Damien?”

He almost froze for the faintest moment at that voice. No. They were in the manor, why would they be here? When he turned and saw them sitting there, he did truly freeze. His eyes going wide and the glitching between the red and blue went into madness. You did not want to cower in fear, you felt a sense of wanting to feel stronger despite the fact you were afraid driving your mind over and over. You stood up and walked closer, almost feeling your steps echo.

“What? Why so silent now?”

You snapped, standing a few feet away from him with the anger slowly beginning to fume over. You looked at him and almost wanted to break the second you saw those eyes. They had no gentleness. Hey, held no true emotions outside of anger and despair. You knew the colors represented the siblings, but you could not see the two. “FUCKING SAY SOMETHING.” Your voice bounced off the walls, and you finally saw the dark figure stand with a subtle look of surprise on his face, soon shaking his head to snap out of it.

“I see you finally managed to escape the serpents grasp on you.”

Your scoff rang through the air before the chuckle took over of disbelief.

“You must be speaking of yourself, the only snake I’ve seen in my life is you.”

Dark almost felt the chuckle escape, the subtle anger slowly taking over him, but he needed to keep himself calm. This was not someone like mark, they did not torture him. He did feel the sense of guilt, but he had to do what was needed to help him and his sister, no matter the cost. “You don’t mean that, old friend.”

Your teeth almost grinded against each other, the glare taking over as the hot tears ran down your cheeks. “You don’t get to call be that anymore, you lost your damn right to any depiction of my life, of my mentality, of my sorrow, of my feelings, YOU LOST ALL RIGHTS TO SPEAK OF ME.” Your voice almost sounded glitchy like Dark’s previously did. You could feel the truest anger running through you, your eyes staring into dark within the purest rage in your veins. Dark looked at you and his eyes showed it all. It showed nothing but pure surprise and the subtle worry.

He made himself go back to the blankest glance as he heard your rage, but Damien’s emotions inside him almost made it hard to keep himself to his darkest states. However, when he saw the darkened black glitching against your skin and behind you, he knew just what was happening. He could sense the darkness of the creature that had its claws dug into your skin. It is whispers against your ears toggling against the truest judgement you should have. He should not be so worried about you, he did not care for you for this long, but why the ache in his empty chest took overhearing the words coming from you.

“I understand you are angry- “

“DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT ANGER, DAMIEN.”

“DO NOT CALL ME BY THAT NAME.”

You did not jump at the words, you simply let the laughter take over and escape. The sharpened maniac expression taking over you without much thought.

“You’re trying to tell me not to say your name, DAMIEN?” “Stop it” “why Damien, cannot manage hearing your name from the person you tricked?” “STOP WITH THAT DAMN NAME- “

“WHY YOU TWO-FACED SNAKE? CAN’T HEAR YOUR NAME AFTER YOU ABANDONED ME LIKE A FORGOTTEN LEAF IN THE WINTER’S DEMISE?” Dark almost wanted to snap, but he stopped and almost felt his expression change to pure concern seeing the sight of the tears streaming down your cheeks. His mind flashed back to watching you go over the railing in the time at the manor. He remembered your immediate agreement to helping them, and he remembered leaving you there, to be forgotten.

He finally made those hardened walls go down with a hesitance he did not want. “I’m sorry.” Was all he could mutter, soon moving closer and almost sighed seeing you step back for a moment. “My vengeance due to what he done clouded my mind, you would understand if you were in the shoes me and Celine had to manage... this isn’t college, we don’t get to move along.”

“That is ironic, I never was able to move along...” The realization of it all finally hit you. You moved away from him and almost fell back against the wall of the theatre. “I did not get to watch my family grow old... I did not get the chance to have one because of your selfishness...” Your venom came out as you glared darkly towards him. “I had to stay there and watch the world around me disappear over... and over...and over again.” Your tears went down your face even more as you felt the anger and disgust take over. He reached over towards you, and you did not hesitate to smack away his hand, soon forcing yourself to stand to make your stance known. You almost felt the voice in your mind finally give itself a chance to come forth.

You are doing great my lamb.

He has no string on you anymore.

You shut your eyes as you shook your head, almost looking around for the faintest moment. You moved towards the seats and finally looked towards the door. “I am done standing here listening to you give me excuses.” You felt your breath get shaky, soon running a hand to your hair.

“Listen to me do not listen to him- “

“You have no reason to give me any sort of help... you lost that chance in that manor... I was wrong to give trust to a snake...” You let out a breath, but soon chuckled dryly as you continued. “Especially one who used to call you, their friend.” You finally turned and headed towards the stage door, feeling the frustration finally collapsing over you. You turned and looked at dark one last time and finally chose to speak. “Life is yours to choose, and make sure to keep my life out of your selections.” And with that, you finally turned and headed out, not noticing the stray darkened tear escaping the demonic entity. His eyes soon finally closing as he made himself disappear, not wanting to give more struggle than he needed to the one he made the world forget.