#Markiplier i am begging you

[miyahcore]

Unus annus on vhs tapes when

[honkceasar]

So I’m getting into apotheosis now and I’m loving it so much but holy shit my audio processing does NOT like xandroth, im on episode 10 and I think he’s saying important lore about Thanatos but I have no clue what it is dawg he just sounds like vague markiplier noises

[genericpuff]

Can I just say thank you for sharing that Markiplier clip? Your anger is so understandable and that clip alone resonates 1000%.

oof yeah i was um big mad after the news dropped LOL

and i am still pissed over it but i'm trying to find a level head again because what's done is done and i'm praying to whatever god is listening this means next year it'll just. be over. i'm begging.

[jellyfishdoodler]

My Experience in the Cult-Like Cosplay Server Known as BeTraist, ran by CuttyRen and ChubbyArcherz

I've spent about 3 weeks writing this entire statement of my experiences in Ren's server. It's 11k words with well over 65+ screenshots of evidence of abuse and manipulative behavior from the users @/cuttyren and @/archyboi-innes towards myself and SO MANY OTHER PEOPLE including some of their now-ex partners.

If you know Ren from all of his bullshit on Tiktok and Instagram, then you already have some context of how horrifically he treated his ex, but the TLDR is Ren ran a smear campaign against their ex for about 2 YEARS once he broke up with them.

And beside Ren, there is Archer. Two ex-partners of theirs have recently physically gotten away from their abusive situation under Archer and recently made their own statements, giving me courage to write this one (you can find links to their statements within my own).

I'm begging you all to please take the time to read what I have written if you are a part of the JSE, Markiplier, and SandersSides cosplay communities (Tiktok or otherwise) or communities in general.

This is my story and my perspective of how they treated me and my friends. There is so much awfulness that has happened and I wasn't even one of Ren or Archer's actual targets. I was essentially just in the same room and was still affected by them deeply over the course of over 2 years.

Trigger warnings included in the doc, but please take care and read with caution. There will be discussions of cults, manipulation, gaslighting, adults flirting with minors, su*c*de, and more.

I am laying my story on the table because I want to give the people of these communities a WARNING about these rancid individuals. Please keep each other safe.

Thank you for reading.

[proudproship]

I always see the argument against lolisho that antis have of "well its illegal in other countries so you can get arrested for it there and it is wrong"

1. Not everyone lives where you do. Guess what, I'm from the USA! And Little Timmy from Europe™️ is from, guess where, Europe!

2. Homosexuality is illegal in other countries as well! Am I committing a crime for doing something legal and not "morally wrong" in my country?

"Well even if it's not illegal it's still wrong!!"

Opinions are just opinions. Keep it that way. What's right for me might be wrong for you, and what's wrong for me might be right for you.

Also, something can be morally okay but still illegal. Stealing isn't always morally wrong, but it is illegal (in my country, at least)

What if a poor parent stole bread for their starving kids? Last time I checked, it's not bad to want to feed your kids. Eat the rich, btw.

Even if I was a starving shop owner, I'd be completely fine if someone stole my products for the sake of a loved one's health. I'd rather lose $2 than two kids.

Also another thing that pisses me off is when antis say ANYTHING regarding the AOC.

Guess what antis, Scott Pilgrim isn't a "bad person," he lives in Canada and his relationship is legal.

Plus, I personally think the AOC should be RAISED. I think it should globally be 25, or at least 20.

But I'm not gonna try to tear apart relationships because they're doing something outside of what I think is wrong.

Because it may not be wrong for them.

And it's not okay to assume.

Please. Normalize minding your own business. I beg of you. Please.

Oh btw I thought of literally all of this at 3 am watching markiplier and eating a poptart while drawing fnaf yaoi 😇

The intelligence I gain via autism is astounding

[seaofghouls]

Iplier Falls

Authors Note: 

Hello hello and welcome back! ( Or if you’re here for the first time, I’m glad you chose to check this fic out! Welcome! ) Never thought you’d see a rewrite of Gravity Falls x Iplier Inc in 2024, huh? The ALTRVerse comic has given me the motivation to get back into Markiplier Lore and hence I’m here!

This is the prologue and hence it's just a test to see how people react to it. If people react well, I'll put the story up on AO3 and make more chapters!

Some things to note about this fic: 

It’s an X Reader and the reader is indeed the District Attorney from Who Killed Markiplier! ( So, obviously, WKM spoilers ahead! ) 

This is a Dark x Reader specifically. 

This fic is in the second person and the reader is gender neutral! 

Genderfluid Dark is canon in this fic, so I’ll be using He/She/They for Dark. 

In Space With Markiplier will also be incorporated, so spoilers for that as well. 

This story will follow the Gravity Falls story, but there’ll be added story for episodes revolving around the Pines family specifically. 

This story contains things like profanity, blood, near death experiences, talk of mortality/death, and angst! 

Tag List: @a-frozen-bag-of-corn @crazy-obsessed-enby @lunariasilver ( Not sure if any of you remember this series, but I figured I’d keep up the tag list! ) 

Without further adieu, I hope you enjoy it! 

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“What has he done to you?” 

They looked so familiar. Like a far away dream. 

“Captain, you can’t possibly listen to this monster! You can’t trust him!” Mark yelled.

“My little monster, I beg of you. Open your eyes. He takes away all that you love.” She begged. 

That name.. It was like a puzzle piece. Everything snapped back into place in an instant. You weren’t a captain! You went to school for law, not to be the captain of a spaceship. 

“.. Damien?” You whispered. 

“Ugh, you’re just impossible!” Mark snapped, “How am I supposed to make the perfect story if all you do is mess it up!” 

You couldn’t help but tense up at the sudden change in tone. That was right, this wasn’t your trusted second in command. This was a man long gone, a man permanently warped by the manor. 

He twirled his cane in a clean and swift motion, aiming it towards you. 

“I’ll just have to make sure you don’t remember any of this.” He threatened. 

Dark intercepted Mark’s attempt with his sword, pushing Mark back a few feet. 

“Not on my watch. Never again.” 

Mark simply laughed, “The hero always wins. It’s the only way the story can go.” 

Dark simply grit their teeth in response, slashing the sword against Mark’s chest. Although it barely grazed, it was enough to catch him off guard. 

You watched as the two went head to head, being able to do nothing to stop either side. Even if you were willing to get in the way of the two, you had no weapon or no powers to do anything. 

Actor sputtered as Dark tore open a gash across his chest. His blood was red, but not the usual type of red. Bright red, instead of crimson. Actor was caught off guard for just a second until he scrambled back, unsheathing his cane. 

You’re sorry. Unsheathing his cane? That was insane! What was even more insane was the fact that the bottom of the cane was a dark red double sided axe. Dark seemed just as caught off guard as you were, as Mark obtained a window to slash her in the chest.

“Dark!” You called out. 

He only spared a moment to look your way, with a look in their eyes signaling that they were alright before attacking Mark once again. SImilar to Mark, her blood was an inky black. Something inspired Dark to go full force, you weren’t sure if it was you or the entire revenge pledge. 

He pierced Mark in the heart with their sword as Mark sputtered, that sickly red spilling out of his chest. He didn’t say anything after that, only heavy and labored breathing being heard from the previously lively body. 

“We best be going. The Snake never stays dead for long.” Dark said. 

You didn’t say anything as she opened a portal similar to the ones you’d seen as the captain of The Invincible. Except, it looked a bit like the Noir universe. A combination of black, white, and grey. You simply followed him inside the portal. What other choice did you have? Stay in this void until Mark’s body inevitably rose from the dead? The old Homo Necrosis didn’t sound like a fun route to go down. 

Which led you to where you are now. A sleepy town named Gravity Falls. Dark had said that the laws of the town would cover up the tracks of you two, making it harder for Mark to find you again. You still had quite a few strong words for Dark, considering he trapped you in a mirror for decades, but that was the thing. It had been decades. You didn’t know what else to do other than follow them. Mark was obviously a no-go. 

“Please, call me Dark.” He had said, “Damien and Celine are both.. Long dead. I have an apartment set up in the town, we can stay there until we know how to deal with The Snake properly.” 

“Okay.” You said, “In that case, call me Captain. The person I used to be died in that house.”

She simply nodded, “As you wish.” 

The two of you had been wandering around the town when you spotted a hiring sign for a tourist attraction. 

“We could work here.” You said, “We need some way of paying rent, right?” 

Dark hummed in thought, “It couldn’t hurt, I suppose.” 

You strolled into the attraction with Dark following close behind. You spotted an older man shuffling money while standing at the cash register. He was probably the owner, right?

“Excuse me, are you the owner?” You asked. 

He nodded, “What’s it to ya? You’re not the government, are you?” 

“No, no, nothing like that.” You said. A little like that, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

“My friend and I heard you were hiring.” 

“Great! You’re hired. Call me Mr. Pines.” He said, “You start tomorrow.”

“We’ll be there!” You smiled, as you walked back outside to talk to Dark in semi private. 

“Have you learned nothing from your district attorney days?” He teased, “Truly, though, that man was a bit too eager.” 

“Hey, it’s a job, isn’t it?” You shrugged, “Times have changed.”

“That they have.” She nodded, “Would you like to get some champagne? As a little celebration.”

“Really? Just like we used to? Even after everything that’s happened?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“Especially after everything that’s happened.” Dark said. 

You simply smiled in response as the two of you walked down the road to a nearby bar. You weren’t sure if he had said anything else to you, you were too consumed in your own thoughts. This seemed too easy, after everything that had happened. 

You were a district attorney. One that got shot at a party held by Mark himself. You didn’t blame William. Mark set everything up. A bitter man who fell victim to insanity. You had considered resenting Dark for what they did, but at the same time.. 

You knew deep down that this was a best scenario, as shitty as it was. You wouldn’t have survived. Of course Damien would pick his sister over you, even if you were close. You would’ve done the same. You did die, after all. Your time was up. 

Mark just couldn’t let you stay dead, could he? Pulling you into his games, forcing you to be his partner, his love interest. That was the thing. Dark had tried to reach you so many times, but you never remembered. Until now. What was different? Was the space adventure a finale of sorts? Was Mark’s grasp on you finally slipping? You didn’t know. 

“... Captain..”

“Captain.”

“Captain!”

You snapped back into reality, as Dark held you by the shoulders, attempting to ground you.

“Are you alright?” She asked, eyebrows knitted together.

“Yeah.. Yeah, I’m okay.” You sighed, “Just.. thinking.”

“Yeah? About what?” They raised an eyebrow. 

“He.. He really did take away everything from us. What’s the point of it all?” You asked.

He didn’t respond at first, hugging you tightly. 

“Making sure that bastard stays dead.”

[fabrowrites]

For the ask game: you've got an improbable number of fics I'm not caught up on, so here comes a great big shiny

⭐

Hi Lila! tysm! you get the director's cut of Dosimetry!

Together they don their suits, gather their equipment, and ascend the ladder to the topside. Golden light floods down on them from seemingly everywhere at once, leaving no shadows to hide in. Kai’s breath hitches as the ruined point of Borg Tower rises into view. He hasn’t returned since that fateful day. or: Kai and Nya at the end of the world

So Dosimetry was originally written for a writing prompt challenge of "write about a ninja merging with their element." I chose Lloyd :D

The story takes place in an alternate s3, specifically canon-divergent post Enter the Digiverse. We open in media res with Kai and Nya, because I'm predictable XD

“I’m going up,” Kai says, throwing his jacket onto the bed as he enters their shared room.

Two things immediately:

"I'm going up" creates a "below" where Kai and the reader are

He's sharing a room with someone, implying (a) a lack of space and/or (b) a desire to be close to someone else.

Behind him, Nya’s pen clatters to the table.   “I’m coming too.” Kai freezes.  “No,” he says, spinning around.  “No, you can’t.  You don’t have any powers.” Nya gives him a sharp glare.  “Like fire is going to protect you out there,” she retorts, standing.

Dew from NWoD actually commented on this when she was reading Dosimetry, but there's not very much setting or description at the beginning (or really for the whole fic). This is due to the fact that I am (a) bad at descriptions, (b) limited by the challenge's word count, and (c) actually trying to create a sense of emptiness and utility.

Kai shoves the manhole cover aside.  Golden light floods down on them from seemingly everywhere at once, leaving no shadows to hide in.  It sets off his EPD counter’s mechanical clicking – slow, good.  It’s impossible not to trigger it on the topside, but as long as it stays this slow, they’re safe. Well, as safe as one can be when exposed to the criticality.

a little nod to the s3 manhole scene! we're also dropping some more terms that, if you combine them with the title, might start to paint a picture of what's going on.

It’s not the criticality.  Their counters would be going haywire if it were.  But there’s more than just exposure to worry about on the topside – only the desperate linger up here, and he edges in front of Nya, reaching for his sword.  Fire is dangerous here, bright and bold and full of energy as it is.  Behind him, he hears Nya readying her chakram.

This is just me begging Lego to let Nya use chakram again pls pls she'd be so cool

Click. Click, click, click click clickclick clickclickclickclickclick – Kai’s head snaps up.  His horrified eyes find Nya’s. Light as bright as the sun, light that burns a hole through the universe.  Light that thralls, that dazzles, that kills.

aw ye here we go! it's criticality time baby :D I actually really like how I formatted this part back when I was experimenting with Transfiguration compared to ao3.

In case it hasn't come together for you yet, we're dealing with an entire nuclear disaster situation here :D

You can actually blame Markiplier for this one, like the dominoes meme. I watched his video playing the Liquidators a summer ago and was hooked (here's my plug to go watch Kyle Hill on YouTube if you want to follow me down this rabbit hole XD) As explained by Wikipedia, which does it much better than I can:

Criticality occurs when sufficient fissile material (a critical mass) accumulates in a small volume such that each fission, on average, produces a neutron that in turn strikes another fissile atom causing another fission; this causes the chain reaction to become self-sustaining within the mass of material.

A critical mass accumulated in a small volume.

All the energy of creation, merged with one small body.

(Dosimetry, by the way, is "the measurement, calculation and assessment of the ionizing radiation dose absorbed by an object, usually the human body" - Wikipedia, emphasis added by me.)

A boy with unseeing golden eyes reaches out his hands. “W H Y  A M  I  A L O N E?  W H E R E  A R E  Y O U?”

The final lines of the criticality are a callback to "Enter the Digiverse."

Lloyd: I am not alone. I am not alone.

So that's Dosimetry! ad;fksjlgasdhjl this got way out of hand but thanks for letting me ramble, lila! this was really fun :D

[missxfaithc]

Okay I gotta bone to pick with Markiplier about something.

In his livestream breakdown for WKM, way back when, he made a big deal of saying how if something wasn’t expressly stated in the story, then it wasn’t canon. Like, even if he verbally said it later on, it still wouldn’t technically be canon, unless the story itself was added onto to reflect as much.

But then, by the time ISWM came around, he added in a bunch of cryptic shit to fuck with the fans and when people naturally began to theorize and be like “ohhh I see some plainly laid out connections here between this scene/character/line and something in WKM” he was just like “nahhhh none of that shit means anything. You’re looking too much into it”.

Like… bruh. You were the one who told us that the only things that mattered were the things actually stated in the story itself. Like, he made the conscious decision to put parallels in the story between some of Engineer Mark’s decisions/lines and some of the things Damien said in WKM. The same thing goes for the parallels between Mrs. Whitacre (or however you spell her name) and Celine.

People also pointed out, at the time, how Engineer Mark’s whole speech at the end to the Captain about how tired he was, and how sorry he was could be representative of Actor Mark finally taking accountability for his actions in WKM.

But then Mark was just like “nope. They’re two completely different people. ISWM is a completely different story from the WKM thing with completely different characters. Actor Mark isn’t a part of this… except maybe he is”.

Like ??? 😩😩😩

Please, Mark, just give us something. You can’t have it both ways. You can’t simultaneously say that “only the things in the actual story are canon” and “I just added that shit in there to fuck with people”. Those two statements severely contradict each other.

Unless he changed his mind and that’s no longer how he wants us to view these stories??? I guess???

Idk, fam. This is no shade to Mark. I just find it kind of funny in a weird way and also kind of frustrating.

The way I see it, there are 2 ways to look at the Markiverse. You can examine the stories themselves on their own and draw your own conclusions thusly. Or you can listen to Mark’s explanations and get the version of the story that he either intended or wanted, regardless of whether the content itself expresses as much.

Again, this isn’t me criticizing Mark (well, mostly 😂). I just love the universe (multiverse, I suppose now) he’s created so much, and I love discussing it and theorizing about it. I just find it interesting how different a story’s content can be sometimes in comparison to how its creator views that story, and what message they want people to take from it versus what message it’s actually sending.

EDIT: I forgot to mention that at one point during the livestream breakdown for ISWM, I’m like 99% sure Mark said something along the lines of “yeah this story isn’t connected to WKM at all” and then like before the end of the stream he also said “I’m sure I’ll get back to finishing that story eventually” (in reference to everything that got started in WKM). So like…??? Which is it? Are the character arcs started in WKM actually finished or not? My man’s out here changing the rules on us again during the SAME livestream.

Also I saw someone in my replies mention those godforsaken masks that came from WMLW and yet to this day have never gotten an explanation. Mark E. Plier, Sir, please… I am begging you 😩 just put us out of our misery and give us SOMETHING we can work with.

[galaxy-lilies]

I've only learned about To The Moon today and I swear with all this posting you're gonna make me play it

PLEASE, PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU PLAY IT the characters are so charming, the stories devastatingly bittersweet and learning how to deal with grief and THE MUSIC

OOOOOH THE MUSIC i could go on about the soundtrack for DAYS

so if ya got some time i would absolutely recommend buying the games and/or watching some playthroughs. I know that markiplier did a playthrough of to the moon way back when so if you liked 2014 old school mark you'll be in for quite the treat

in terms of the sequels finding paradise and imposter factory alongside the other minisodes/spin off games, you might have to play them yourself. There are definitely more playthroughs of finding paradise and a bird story out there but there aren't too many of imposter factory or the minisodes

nonetheless i hope this will inspire you to look more into the series!

[franklyshipping]

Engineered Relaxation ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE A GLORIOUS ANON PROMPT WHERE I GET TO WRITE THE FABULOUS MACK FROM ISWM FOR THE FIRST TIME, AND I AM HELLA EXCITED! LET’S DO THIS!

On the Invincible II, every aspect of the space-faring vessel runs like clockwork. Each department from cryo to engineering to weapons functions like a dream (in this particular reality, at least). This is because the crew are headed by a truly confident and charismatic captain, who always seemed to have an answer for even the slightest issue. He was well-loved and well-respected by absolutely everyone… though there was one crew member who enjoyed bantering with his dear Captain Mack. The crew member in question? Mark, the head of engineering upon Invincible II.

He and Mack were easily best friends on the ship. This was evident from how Mark was the only one who could get away with making fun of Mack, and Mack was the only who could tease Mark about his engineering skills and live to tell the tale. There would always be some new banterous exchange between them, however recently Mark had noticed that the captain had not been putting as much energy into their playful jabs. Mark noticed this kind of thing with Mack from time to time, as it was a clear sign of the captain over-working himself, trying to do everything at once for the sake of giving his crew rest and relaxation – all at the cost of his own energy.

So of course, the only thing Mark put on his agenda for the day was somehow getting Mack to take a break, by any means necessary. First, he would have to corner him somewhere. Luckily for Mark, Mack had ended up in his engineering department and had insistently been doing extra maintenance inspections so Mark’s junior engineers could have the day off. Mark had his arms folded as Mack checked on pressure levels, the rate of internal combustion, and other factors. Mark let out a sigh, which made Mack raise an eyebrow at him as he glanced up from the huge dashboard.

‘Something you want to say, friend?’

‘Huh, me? Oh no, no I hardly have anything to say.’

Mark retorted, making Mack sigh. He knew that tone. That tone was the biggest clue that Mark wanted to blurt out some dramatic rant or ramble. Mack folded his arms at him and raised an eyebrow.

‘Go on, it’s clear you’re dying to say something.’

Mark thought for a moment.

‘Do I have my Captain’s permission to speak freely without repercussions?’

Mack bit back a smile.

‘I’ll allow it.’

‘Alright, you’re a goddamn moron.’

Mack, admittedly, was taken aback. Sure he and Mark had their banter, but straight up calling him a moron? That was a new one.

‘I beg your pardon?’

‘You know you are! You’ve been slaving away in micro-manage mode for days, even though everyone on this crew is perfectly fine doing their jobs themselves! But no, being Mr Big Heart you just had to go ahead and take on everyone’s work.’

‘The crew deserve rest every once in a while Mark!’

‘Yeah, that’s why we have diligently organised shift schedules and more than one person in a department you doofus!’

Mark huffed, putting his hands on his hips as he gave Mack his most aggrieved, disappointed look, which admittedly did make the captain feel a teensy bit bad. Mark then came up to him and prodded his chest, his tone insistent.

‘Now, I don’t often say this out loud, but you’re my best friend. I’m not going to let you work yourself to death, because then you’ll become some ridiculous martyr and I’ll probably be the one who’ll have to build your dumb shrine.’

Mack snorted, a grin appearing on his face.

‘I could just order you to build me a shrine right now, bestie.’

‘Don’t push your luck, Captain.’

The two men were practically nose to nose now, reaching the peak of their banterous exchange as Mark’s mouth curled into a sneer, and Mack’s thinned into a sly little curve. Mark tilted his head at Mack as he sighed.

‘I really hoped I’d convince you to take a break with this little chat… but it looks like I’m going to have to use more forceful measures.’

Mack’s eyes gleamed with amusement.

‘Is that a threat?’

Mark chuckled, and lowered his voice.

‘Yes.’

Suddenly, Mark’s hands had locked around Mack’s arms as he yanked him to the floor, giving the backs of his knees a little kick to made sure he’d crumple. Mack yelped with surprise, and before he knew it Mark had him pinned on the ground, straddling his hips and keeping his arms pinned under his knees.

‘What the hell get off me!’

‘Nope.’

‘Mark!’

‘No can do.’

‘I’m ordering you!’

‘I’m sure you are.’

Mack let out a frustrated growl as he struggled, but unfortunately Mark was considerably stronger than him. Mark grinned down at him, and then casually rested his hands on top of Mack’s stomach, drumming his fingers a little. The action made Mack freeze, his eyes widening as he looked up at Mark.

‘Mark… don’t.’

‘Don’t what?’

‘You know–’

Mack suddenly bit his lip as Mark curled his fingers, fighting a smile as Mark’s grin got wider.

‘Something wrong?’

‘Mark– c’mon you promised you wouldn’t– ah!’

Mack yelped, and descended into frantic giggles as Mark’s deft, quick fingers tickled his stomach, dancing and fluttering eagerly as Mark snickered.

‘I know I promised I wouldn’t use your great ticklish weakness against you, but desperate times call for desperate measures my friend.’

‘Yohohohou ahahahasshohole!’

Mack exclaimed, wriggling about and arching his back as his vulnerable stomach was attacked with tickling. Mack prided himself on being a strong captain with no weaknesses, he was tough, agile, a quick thinker, and very open-minded, all of which made him an excellent captain. But something he’d always managed to keep secret was his insane ticklishness. Well, almost secret. Mark had discovered it on one of the many occasions he’d been prodding Mack to irritate him – luckily Mack had sworn him to secrecy… but that didn’t keep him safe from Mark’s eager (and frequent) tickle attacks in private.

‘Now now, I thought a Captain was meant to have good manners?’

Mark slipped his fingers under Mack’s shirt and pinched at the centre of his tummy, making the poor man snort and cackle. As if the tickling wasn’t enough, Mark just had to tease him as well. Mack could feel heat threatening to bloom on his face as he spluttered.

‘Oh screhehew yohohou!’

Mark chuckled, letting out a low whistle as he pinched eagerly at Mack’s muscled stomach.

‘Wow, at least buy me dinner first.’

Mack snorted, his legs started to kick wildly now as the tummy tickling sent waves of tingles through him from head to toe. The thing that embarrassed Mack the most however, was the fact that he was having fun, and he knew that Mark knew it. Mark fingers continued dancing over his bare tummy with scratches and the occasional pinch, which made Mack somehow feel more ticklish as the minutes went by.

‘Mahahark c’mohohon! Enohohough!’

‘Aww, can’t you handle it?’

‘Thihihis ihihis mehehean!’

‘Hmm….I might stop….on one condition.’

Mark teased, and Mack suddenly howled when he felt Mark’s pinky finger wiggle in his bellybutton. His whole body jolted like he’d been electrocuted, and his shriek was impressive to say the least.

‘AAHHHHH WHAHAHA-?!’

Mark laughed, and he leaned down so he was nose to nose with Mack so he could whisper.

‘I’ll stop if you promise to relax and stop micro-managing the crew.’

Mark grinned as he watched Mack thrash, loving how his cheeks went a dark pink as he laughed. He knew he was being mean, getting him to make the promise whilst having his worst tickle spot attacked, but it was too fun to pass up! He let his little finger wiggle and swirl inside the cute innie divot, making Mack wail through his laughter.

‘OHOHOHO MY GAHAHAD NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!’

‘Is that a yes to the promise?’

‘MAHAHARK JUHUHUST STAHAHAPPIT!’

‘Ah ah ah I need to hear a yes first!’

Mark sing-songed, which only made Mack’s blush darken as he laughed even harder. He knew if he made the promise Mark would tease him, and if he didn’t make the promise he’d be tickled and teased! It was certainly a dilemma, and for a moment Mack thought maybe he’d be able to hold out… until Mark somehow wiggled his pinky finger at the speed of light.

‘OKAYOKAYOKAY YEHEHES I PROHOMISE!’

‘Excellent! I knew you’d see it my way.’

Mark had mercy, and to be a good sport he released Mack’s hands from under his knees. The giggly Captain hurriedly pulled his shirt down over his, now rather pink, stomach as he panted. Mark grinned down at him, which earned him a half-hearted glare.

‘I hahate you.’

‘No you don’t.’

‘Yehes I do.’

‘Do not.’

‘I want you to burn in the fires of a supernova.’

Mark burst out laughing, throwing his head back as Mack giggled and rubbed his stomach. Mark finally stood up and helped Mack to his feet, both of them brushing down their uniforms. Mack fixed his hair in a nearby reflective panel, and Mark leaned in behind him with a grin.

‘You missed a bit–’

‘I will throw you out of the dang airlock!’

Mark snorted with a grin, and then slung his arm over Mack’s shoulders. He nudged him gently, and his voice softened.

‘Popcorn and movies to unwind?’

Mack looked at him, and felt himself already relax at the idea. He sighed, and his curved smirk softened into his rare, but very lovely, smile.

‘Yeah… thanks.’

‘Anytime.’

Mark winked, earning him an eyeroll as the two headed out through the ship. As the leader of a ship that explored through the dangers of space literally everyday, it made sense that Mack found it hard to relax sometimes. He was always trying to keep his crewmates, his friends, safe and happy, and so it was good that he had Mark by his side. No, it was better than good. With Mark by his side, his head engineer, his best friend, helping him take care of himself… Mack knew that he could be invincible.

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[basuralindo]

I have never heard of it until now, but here's your ticket to talk about Evil Within.

First off, thank you, you're the realest. Secondly, YOU don't know about evil within???? It's whump city, and also just a really good engaging horror game and probably the best thing I've ever played. You gotta check it out I'm begging you, the first one specifically, the sequel was made by different people and doesn't hit the same. It's old in video game years so probably cheap now which is a bonus, and the graphics are still beautiful. (If you can't play it, at least go watch a playthrough -I recommend markiplier)

Anyway, propaganda aside, onto blorbo et al.

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Ruvik. I am rabidly obsessed with this fucked up little dude. A man who really Gets the horrors of fucked up farms and behind the times medical treatments. He's done everything wrong. Also unintentionally very funny once you've gotten numb to The Horrors

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): I don't have much of a fun answer for this one, I think Leslie Withers is the closest guy to being cute in that game, but if I recall there were also chickens present at some point, so they get the medal actually. scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): I don't think monster Laura is actually underappreciated, I love her but everyone else does too soooo... Kidman was actually more interesting than I think she gets credit for. She was low key about it and felt randomly placed at times, but for actual plot reasons that make it better. glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): That one weirdo in the cell dropping cryptic hints. Also honorable mention to the rat running around with a statue on its head. poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): Uhhh. Ruvik is probably the poorest meow meow you're gonna get, but I named him already. I don't think Joseph is problematic and I hope he's not unpopular, but he sure does Go Through It and angst. horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): So, the whole game is basically centered around putting Sebastian through the plinko and it's fun as hell, but also not optional. However I would very much choose to torment Dr. Jimenez at every opportunity because he's awful but in a funny way. eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): I. Fucking. HATE. The Keeper. He hasn't particularly done more wrong than any other character in there, but he's killed me the most and caused the most palpitations.

Thanks for coming to my indecipherable ramble. I love this game please check it out if you like horror

[eyeliveinabook]

Corpse Husband x Youtube reader (gn!)

OMG idk if you’ll see this but maybe a corpse x reader where they are playing a game with a mutual friend of theirs but they are lost in their own world interacting with each other a lot (they aren’t dating but they know that the like eachother).  Warning: mentions of alcohol

Don’t forget to request they are open.

This story includes Sean (jacksepticeye), Mark (Markiplier) and Corpse Husband

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“Can anyone hear me?” You ask into the discord server. “(Your Name), you are finally here!” Sean screams.  “Ow! Thanks I don’t need my hearing.” Mark say as you start laughing.  “Are we ready to start?” You ask, taking a sip from your drink.  “No we are waiting on one more person.” Mark informs you. “What up baby?” You hear Corpse’s voice and you spit up your drink and start coughing.  “You okay there (Your Name)?” Marks asks. “Bad Corpse, you made (Your Name) choke.” Sean starts ringing his bell. “My bad, I am sorry.” Corpse says to you as stop coughing.  “It’s okay Corpsie I think I will live.” You say and blow kisses to him.  “Oh great now chat is going crazy!”  You turn and look at chat.

Chinchilla: OHHHH I AM SO HYPED!  XXFlimflam18752XX: Anyone else loving the energy already? Hopefully (Your Name) and Corpse don’t flirt to much. grapevforvendettaneo: Yay another stream with (Your Name), Sean, Mark and Corpse. Im so ready!!!!!  spacexdragonpumpkins: I hope they play phasmophobia.

“Sorry Spacexdragonpumpkins, no Phasmo tonight.” You say. “Actually.....” Sean starts trailing.

“No you promised! I am only here because you promised no scary games!” You whine. “Look we needed a fourth player for the stream. Please don’t be mad (Nickname).” Sean begged as he moved the camera to angle downwards and got on his knees.  “Holy shit someone quick take a picture I got Sean graveling.” You start laughing.  “She’s played this game before she just wanted to make you feel bad.” Corpse chimes in. You hear Sean scoff, “That’s it (nickname) is not picking any of the maps.” Sean said as he readjusted.  “Righto, let’s play shall we.” You say.

After picking out your characters and supplies everyone decide to go with the Brownstone High School map.  “Okay what are we going to take?” Mark asked. “I can grab the journal.” You say.  “Okay I got the Spirit box, Sean wanna grab EMF reader, and Corpse the camera?” Mark suggest.   “Sounds good.” Sean and Corpse grab their stuff. “Oh my god, boys this place is huge!” You say.  “Maybe we should split up?” Sean says. “I will go with (nickname).” Corpse says.  “Yay! Corpsie time! Let’s go!” Your character starts running up the stairs.  “Hurry up Corpsie!”  As you go up the stairs you start chatting about his music career.  ”It must be so cool to have a music career.” You say while walking from room to room.  ”It’s fun, what about you you thinking about it?” He asks while looking for dirty water.  ”I found dirty water in this room.” You say and wait for him to take a picture, “Nah, I don't think I really want to. I rather just focus on school and do some YouTube/twitch.” You say.  ”Wait you stream? What do you stream?”  “It’s kinda dumb but I stream when I study, and I use the time to give people a quiet place to study as well. Some people join and when we take breaks we talk about different things.” You say.  “Hmm I’ll have to check it out, might actually help me write more music. Plus it would be fun to see how often I can distract you.” You hear the smirk in his voice.  “Corpsie you are going to make me fail.” You say while laughing.  “I mean, I can be your sugar daddy if ya want.” He then sent you a wink face emoji over chat. You feel your heart stop.  “(Your name), Corpse, have you found anything yet?”  Mark asks. “Huh? Oh yeah, just dirty water.” You say.  “Dirty water wasn’t part of the list of things we need to take a picture of.” Sean said suspiciously. “Opps.” Corpse said and laughs.  “Chat, what where they doing?”

stormcroissantotter: They where flirting up a storm!  Ramenmilk: I am shipping it so hard starsthegodfatherowl42: Corpse offered to be (Your name)’s sugar daddy,

“Flirtin’ Oh my lord! The scandal!” Sean laughs while you blush, “Wait Corpse I thought you were my sugar daddy.”  “When did I offer that?” Corpse asks confused.  “Okay okay very funny, are we going to get back to the game?” You asks.  “Wait so now that you are not flirting you want to get on with the game?” Mark asks.  “Guys! I just saw the ghost!” You scream as the ghost starts getting closer to your group. The group run downstairs. You hear Mark screaming as he is dying.  After laughing your asses off, the group goes back upstairs to loot Mark’s dead body. “Okay what type if ghost do we have?” You ask.  Well I am not sure, since you were busy making Corpse your sugar daddy.” Sean says. The three of you decide that Corpse should put the camera back in the van and take the spirit box. When he comes pack you all go room to room calling out the ghost. Eventually the ghost reveals itself through the Emf Reader, Spirit Box and the Journal which meant it was a spirit. Y’all select that and leave in the van.  “I am glad you guys found my death so amusing.” You hear Mark’s voice. You continue playing the game for a couple of hours.

“Martha White you are a bitch!” Sean screams, his accent thicker since he has been drinking Jack and Coke. Between the third and fourth map you and Sean decided to take a small break and do a couple of shots together. Now both you and Sean are pissed drunk.  “Yeah!  And father smells of elderberries!” You yell.  “These two are going to get us killed.” Mark says. Corpse is busy in the van getting the spirt box, “Well that is why you and I can be closer to the exit when Martha shows up.” He says.  “Corpsie you wouldn’t leave me would you?” You ask. “If you keep insulting the ghost I might.” Corpse says teasingly. “You bastard, that is it you loose your nickname! I will now refer to you as Corpse Husband.” You stick your tongue out at him.  “Aw come on baby, you really going be mad at me?”  “I don’t hear anyone with a deep voice talking do you Sean?” You ask. “Don't throw me in your love quarrel! I just want to find this stupid ghost.” Sean response.  You take another sip of (fav alcoholic drink), when you get a ding. You look over at discord and notice that Corpse sent you a message over discord.  You really mad at me baby girl? “Yes Corpse Husband I am mad at you! You would sacrafice me to Bitchy Martha.” You yell.  “Will you all shut up how are we suppose to hear the spirit box?” Mark says.  Everyone is quiet and then shit hits the fan. The spirit box starts talking saying “Die Die Die” over and over. You, Sean, and Mark see the ghost behind Corpse and all try to warn him, but it is too late. He screams as the hands over his screen and he is dies.  “Martha you fucking cunt! How dare you take Corpsie from us? He was too young to die!” You say while laughing. “Okay so we have ghost orb, ghost writing and spirit box. So Martha is a Mare!” Mark yells as you all run out of the house.  Back in the bus you all select mare, after loading back into the safe house you each start looking to spend your money.  “So I am back to Corpsie now?” Corpse says with an obvious smugness in his voice.  “Oh shut up! She killed you so I am not mad cause I got to ditch your ass.” You explain. “Well guys I am going to say goodnight I have class in the morning.”  “Yeah, I think this was a good stream.” Sean says. After you log off you hear the ding of your phone,  Night baby girl sleep well. -Corpsie <3 You smirk, Night Daddy text you tomorrow. you text back to him. 

You are going to be the death of this man. 

[cryptvokeeper]

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#5

don’t get me wrong I think the general interpretation of Leo being like “I put up a cocky front but deep down I don’t actually think I’m that great and that’s why I have something to prove” is good. It’s cool, plenty of drama/angst potential and probably what the creators were going for, I’m here for it.

But there is a distinct appeal to me of the slightly-to-the-left interpretation of Leo being like “it’s not a front, I know I’m that good/smart/skilled, but I also know I’m seen by others as just the goofball face man and that’s why I have something to prove.”

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like damn girl what more could I have done

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Jack “I could fix him, but whatever’s wrong with him is more interesting” Seward

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[cantalouperian]

Because of all of these content creators being weirdos and awful people

I BEG OF YOU MARKIPLIER PLEASEEEE BE A GOOD PERSON I AM BEGGING

[ickthehobbit]

january

i realized today that i overshare way too much. I need to stop that. partly this is why i have this blog that i am running. I feel this need to share but that is far overshadowed by my newly found fear of betrayal. you, as the reader, don’t know me or my friends. so this is where i tell my story. so i don’t go insane from bottling up.

i don’t watch anything but markiplier’s playthrough of the last of us. i need to delete tiktok. i want to go home. i never wanna speak again. yuck. i need to find inner peace. i have been smoking a lot of weed. i started smoking weed this month. i have been high for the last four or five days straight. i have not told this to anyone.

i wish this entry was juicier in content. but unfortunately i am boring in this era. i started listening to lots of ethel cain. i grew up in rural ohio, ethel cain’s music speaks to me. makes me yearn for my past. a past where my father beat me with spoons and i spent my days outside and bearfoot. through my teens i had an awful struggle with s/h and my anxiety has been so bad that i have been closer to relapse than i have been in years. i want to shred myself. but i don’t because how will i explain that to the dudes i send nudes to.

i have recently begged god for a change in self. i want to cut my hair, dye it blonde, and move states. I want to be anyone else.lots of death cards and tower cards in my tarot readings. destruction and rebuild of self.

goals for the oncoming week: homework, laundry, sit in a church parking lot and cry.

[norrkatt]

hey i saw a post about being upset that content creators might start scabbing strikes and three things

1. that really is not a thing i expect to see happen, online creators are still microcelebrities. i get markiplier was cast for the iron lung movie or some shit but if i say names like "jerma, jacksepticeye" irl unless theyre a parent they probably wont have no idea what i am talking about, and even if theyre a parent, even still. i do NOT expect some old hollywood producers to be twirling their evil moustache and go haha excellent, now bring in corpsehusband. if i am proved wrong, whatever. but my point stands. unlikely!

2. please. i am begging you to think about how many content creators there are that are rly tiny, theres only a few big ones in reality.

3. the strike is important. but i also dont think making weird ass posts like that helps lol. mine doesnt either for the record but for the love of god log off and maybe go help out with the strike if you care so much instead of going oh my god i am so mad i know content creators are going to scab just fucking watch ohhghh like...who said they would? you are sitting there assuming lol