#and specifically mentioned if there were ones i knew from watching markiplier

[chungledown-bimothy]

my boyfriend knows absolutely nothing about I Am Bread, and i just convinced him to play it

this is gonna be SO much fun lmfao

[dream-diary-of-a-random-person]

More of These Guys Again - 8/10/2023

1. I had a dream where I was watching Markplier play what was supposed to be the Security Breach Ruin DLC, however it was different. The main character appeared to be an adult, and the setting of this game was a large storage "warehouse" with a ceiling so high that if you looked up, you could only see fog (the same for looking far into the distance). The "walls" were many floors filled with large storage crates and semi-truck trailers. The path the player had to take was surrounded by high chain link fence walls that formed a very simple "maze." Outside of the fencing were scattered boxes and truck trailers. The whole area was dimly lit by an unknown light source and everything was grey.

I had watched someone play the game before, and I knew Mark was approaching a section with Sun and Moon. In this part the player was able to see Moon periodically on the other side of the fence. At first he was seen standing on top of one of the semi-truck trailers, staring at the player with his hands pressed up against the chain link fence. All you could see of him was his glowing red eyes and dark silhouette. Later you could see him climb along the fence ahead of the player. After that you hear him making some frustrated struggling sounds as he tries to tear down part of the fence to go after the player. However, it does not work and you're able to pass by him without any issue, or just look at him. This is where you get to see that their hands are missing their casing, and the left (our right) side of their faceplate is broken.

Sometime after that part there was supposed to be a segment with Sun who, despite the lack of light, was able to take control and end up joining the player on their journey (at least for a little). The way he would speak is panicked, but I don't remember what he was supposed to talk about.

I was unable to see the previously mentioned part in Mark's playthrough since he ended up coming across a woman on the other side of the fence (who looked like Vanessa). He stared at her, flashlight pointed in her face, and began to chuckle. He said, "League of Legends" and laughed a bit, then continued to just stare at her, trying not to laugh. On the screen, a subtitle came up telling the viewer (me) that Mark had sat there for roughly 4 minutes trying not to laugh. I ended up quoting the, "'Your honor, League of Legends.' '...Death'" meme before I woke up. I also had noticed there was a part two to the playthrough in my recommendations that was a month old.

Notes 1: - After I woke up, I typed this dream out and sent it to a friend. I reworded basically everything in this post since it was 6am when I sent it. - I have a mighty need to draw Moon's initial appearance because it was cool as heck to me.

2. In this dream I found a playlist of leaked trailers for new FNaF stuff, and two of them were for what seemed to be a prequal centered around Sun.

The first one was very interesting to me. It was like an advertisement for a daycare, but it wasn't a Fazbear Entertainment daycare. It looked like your standard indoor daycare, aside from Sun being there with the kids. He was wearing a completely different outfit than usual. It was mostly a dark pastel blue color. I don't remember the specifics on the main outfit (the best way to describe it would be "cottagecore") but he was wearing a woven hat that had a ring of blue flowers around it. Very cute outfit.

The second trailer I don't remember much of, but Sun now looked more like he does in game (minus the jester pants in one scene, where he had more robotic legs). He also seemed less happy, going by his body language in some of the scenes being less exaggerated and energetic.

Notes 2: - In the dream I copied the links of those two videos and shared them with a few friends.

3. This dream I only remember small fragments of. I was showing my parents someone play Security Breach (I believe it was Markiplier again). They managed to "break" Freddy's model. Torso moved down where the legs should be, head sunken into torso. It looked very funny, and I couldn't help but laugh.

Later on in the playthrough, there was a symbol that appeared (a very simplified black and white version of the Daycare Attendant's face) that signaled the appearance of Eclipse. However, in this version of the game, it was implied they were more threatening than in the actual game.

Notes 3: - This was the most fragmented dream of all the ones I had that night. - Sorry so many were SB related. FNaF is on the brain right now.

Cw for: Minor animal injury mentioned in the dream below the cut.

4. I don't remember much of this dream, but what I do remember was my family dog finding a hedgehog in our backyard. She bit it, but immediately backed up when some of its quills got stuck in her mouth and front right paw (like what would happen with a porcupine). I told my dad about this. He went upstairs to get something, and our dog tried to follow him, despite the quills stuck in her foot. It took a bit, but she did reach the top of the stairs and followed him into a room.

I ended up going to my room, passing my dad's home office as I walked down the hall.

Notes 4: - My home doesn't have an office. - Our dog would 100% fight a porcupine or hedgehog if they lived around here.

[cnowy]

RANT. (It’s a long one, sorry, I’m a bit of a rambler. Also happy to be proven wrong if that’s the case or to discuss what u think about it. My opinion is not a fact and opinions are never facts)

RPF is peculiar thing in todays fandoms. All the fighting and bickering who’s right or has “the real scoop” about personal lives makes me livid. And I mean those ppl who bring that kind of shit to Twitter or Instagram tagging the actors in question/commenting on their posts. It’s basically harassment. Tumblr, as a social media platform, where fans can interact with each other without directly attacking the actors, is different tho. Here we can safely speculate, share fun theories, video clips and be crazy about it all we want.

My two cents on J2 and Cockles truthing.

Do I ship J2? – No, there’s just no romantic/sexual chemistry between them (I don’t get that vibe). Jared is the straightest man out there and Jensen can only tolerate him at cons or other PR events. (see, I can say this and not attack others, cause IT’S MY OPINION)

Do I ship Cockles? Yes and no. Would consider myself somewhere in the middle when shipping Misha and Jensen. I’m rather fond of their close friendship. Is there anything more to it? Maybe… who knows. There are signs saying perhaps that was the case some time ago. Others believe in polyamory theory while being respectful to their wives. Could they still be together? again, WHO KNOWS? As fans, we can discuss this and not directly shove those speculations in actor’s faces.

A bit of a tangent on shipping real ppl from other fandoms, but it will make sense in the end (I think)

I was never a big 1D fan (knew few popular songs and basic info about them as individuals). Only found out about Larry ship being a thing through my ex who adored the band, especially Harry. We talked for quite awhile and she mentioned how there were less and less public interaction between Harry and Louis. Fans kept annoyingly pushing this narrative about them being together over and over on their social media accounts, so they stopped posting all together. Every single little interaction with each other were seen as codes or subliminal messages that they “are secretly together”. They were basically harassed and bullied over it. It’s crazy if u ask me. Even if it’s true or not ppl have no right to make other to come out.

Another example great example of fans sometimes taking it too far is Septiplier (Markiplier and Jacksepticeye). Knew of Jack and enjoyed his content back in good ol’ Youtube days. I was unfamiliar with this ship until recently. Jack was a guest few years back on a podcast and was asked about this shipping phenomenon. What made me listen up was his view of it. Bromance is fun and the fanart was spectacular according to him. However he was uncomfortable when the insistent shoving reached harassment territory. Jack mentions starting to become more and more weary of any platonic interactions between him and Mark. Cause every time fans would just say “see!, they are definitely fucking each other when so and so hugs one another or looks for more than 2 seconds”. Every public exchange were under scrutiny. So, I’ll ask, how would you feel if someone watched your friendship that closely and made invasive comments about it? Not good, right?

Misha once talked about this too. Cockles ship specifically. Not every single sentence they shutter to each other or joke online is code for “we secretly fuck”. Men, women and every other gender under the sun can be just friends. It’s that simple.

So stop. If you go and harass the actors about real people shipping (or celebrities in general) on their social media – fuck u. Do you want to chase off your idols of social media? I don’t. They give us content, so we can continue speculate more in this safe lil’ corner of Tumblr. If u fight with others – sit down, and take a breather. Attacking various opinions (and mind u, those opinions are speculative at best) is not a way to go. Constructive discussion while being civil IS A WAY TO GO.

And lastly why why why ppl get so offended over opinions as if they’re being attacked personally? Does your (not u specifically, but to those few who take it to another level entirely) whole personality revolve around a ship? All I’m saying it’s not worth of a hill to die on.

Mic’s out.

[mysterytickingegos]

I’ve Created a Monster

Pairing: Darkiplier x Clairvoyant!Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2,480

Summary: After a bad date, you made a rather interesting friend. But better yet, you discovered something just as interesting about yourself. This something leads to a very exhilarating part of your life, but you learn the hard way that it’s not quite as glamorous an adventure as it may seem. The last person you’d expect is the one to bring you back to reality.

Anonymous Request: If I may request! :) Can I have a darkiplier x fem!reader fic with the prompts 37, 44, 45? After the events of wkm? Just some hurt and comfort to give me dem feelz 😀👍 Maybe Dark is the one saying it please? Much thanks!

Authors Note: Probably not what you were going for with the prompts but I hope you still enjoy it!

Want to read more?

[Image Description: A Gif of Darkiplier from the “horror” branch of “A Date with Markiplier,” speaking to the viewer at a table, while another image of him leans away and yells. End Description]

Junk mail, bill, wrong address, junk mail...

The usual. You weren’t sure what ‘cool thing’ you were expecting to get in the mail in 2020 but the disappointment was there anyway. Just as you shut your mailbox you heard somebody coming down the stairs and cringed, bracing yourself as you hoped it wasn’t who you thought it was. But of course it was.

Your upstairs neighbor, AKA the worst date ever. “Ah, hey Y/n.”

“Hi Mark...” You gave him a sad attempt at a wave, and he gave you a nod, walking over to his own mailbox.

‘How’s it going?”

“Great, yeah...you?”

“Good.”

And with that the room dissolved into awkward silence, and you took your leave back up the stairs. Funny enough these moments used to be filled with dumb jokes and flirting, that was until he finally asked you out. You had been overjoyed, happy that someone had taken an interest in you and glad that something was breaking your dull everyday routine. Little did you know the highlight of the date would be the end. He had taken you to an expensive restaurant only to reveal that he had ‘forgotten’ his wallet (which ended up falling out of his pocket in front of you in the theater.) Then he had been upset with you for accidentally falling asleep to what must’ve the most boring Rom-com you had ever been subjected to. You both seemed to be in silent agreement that this should never, ever happen again.

But unbeknownst to you and Mark, somebody else had been lingering around. That was the first time that specific somebody had decided to visit you, making a sucky date the least of your concerns. You spent the rest of your night watching compilations on YouTube and eating chocolate Ice Cream. You kept going from sad to angry over your horrible day in your head.

Were you only worth asking out for a free meal? A meal that for you took about half your grocery budget. You should’ve given that ass a piece of your mind.

You sniffed, wiping your eyes and scarfing down even more ice cream. “Damn it.”

“Aw, don’t cry, darling. It wasn’t that bad.”

You screamed and nearly jumped out of your skin, scrambling away from the man now next to you on the couch. The moment your feet hit the ground you grabbed your phone and locked yourself in your bedroom. “Who the fuck are you?!”

“Let’s say I'm a... friend of a friend. I thought I’d check up on you after that train wreck.” He spoke through the door. You heard a laugh layer over his voice, and wondered if somebody else was there.

“I’m calling the police!” You shouted back.

Then you heard the same voice just in front of you, clearly amused with the situation. “You’re welcome to do so, though I’m not sure they’d believe you.” It was the same man from the couch, smiling at you. You noticed how he seemed to be glitching, and how as his head tilted to the side his figure had duplicated in blue for a split second. “As I’m sure you can tell by now, I’m not exactly human.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I’d like to get to know you, Y/n. Is that so much to ask?”

The first few nights that you had stayed up a little too late and wound up speaking that deranged spirit again, you had been terrified. But soon enough you learned to enjoy his company. Sure, he could be a little unsettling at times, particularly when he was irritated and got...cold. Not just figuratively, which he was, but literally. The temperature in your apartment would drop a significant amount and you would change subjects shivering. But all in all, from what you could see behind that wall he had up, he was simply lost at worst, not exactly evil. And it was nice to not have to be so lonely all the time.

But during one of these visits, early on, you had decided to ask why.

“Why me, of all people?”

The man you had come to know simply as ‘Dark’  leaned in, lighting up as though he had been waiting on you to ask that this entire time. “Oh, Y/n. Don’t you know?”

“Why would I ask if I already knew?”

He let out an impatient sigh. ‘That’s...I was being...” He glanced up at you just in time to catch the smile playing at your lips after successfully ruining his aesthetic. “You know what? You can stay in the dark.”

“No no no, I’ll shut up, just tell me.” You turned to face him on the couch, tucking your legs under yourself.

He left you in suspense for a few moments, before dropping his voice down low when he spoke so you would have to lean closer in just to hear him. “Let’s just say you are...spiritually attuned to my world.”

“Spiritually attuned?”

“Yes, you are psychic, a medium, clairvoyant. Whatever you want to call it.” He explained. “You are a magnet to things outside the realm of the natural. A strange pair, aren’t we?”

And that was all it took, so many unexplained events from your past were now explained, and a world of possibilities was opened to you. You must’ve spent weeks researching how to harness your abilities, starting the second he left. Sure, most sites and blogs were absolutely full of it but you got the gist. With that and some common sense, how much could go wrong?

You started to take silly jobs on the internet, from old women who thought something was off with their mirrors to amateur ghost hunters who wanted a ‘consultant.’ It took you a while to gain some confidence that you weren’t just pulling this stuff out of thin air, that you hadn’t lost your mind. But after a few months, once you hit that learning curve, man it was fun.

Your latest job was a little more hardcore, a young family wanting help to push a poltergeist out of their new home. Their stories had chilled you to the bone, but you were happy to help. Your evaluation at the house went fine, nothing too far past what you were used to. Except, the entire time you were there you felt as though you had weight sitting on your chest. You could barely listen to the poor couple tell you what they experienced due to a faint scratching feeling at the back of your mind. You weren’t an expert yet but you could tell that whatever this thing was, it did not welcome you there. Worse yet, the feeling of being drained that the couple mentioned was certainly affecting you as well. Perhaps worse.

But all that accomplished was making you even more determined to rid the house of it. You took notes for your research later, tried to communicate in the most active part of the house (with no results,) and gave the couple the best advice you could at the moment.

“Until this thing is gone, it’s best you stay somewhere else.”

A few nights later, you had just finished packing your bag and begun heading for the door when you heard Dark just behind you. “Good evening, Y/n.” His voice was layered, followed by a subtle echo bouncing off the walls of your small apartment. When you turned to face him you saw he was already frowning, having realized you were on your way out. “Where are you off to so late?“

“I’m going to hang out with some friends. So I’m sorry, you’ll have to find some other way to entertain yourself tonight, instead of ya know, slowly but surely turning me into a nocturnal hermit.“ You joked, adjusting the tote bag on your shoulder.

He chuckled, bringing his hands behind his back. “I hate to break this to you my dear, but you were there well before we met.”

“Ha ha.” You turned to leave but were stopped short when you saw that he had apparated directly in front of you.

“What’s in the bag?” He asked, starting to reach for it curiously before you stepped back.

“Nothing.” You said, a little too quickly. “Just some party supplies, alright?”

He raised his brow, no longer amused. “...Convincing. Is it really so difficult to be honest with me?”

“Oh don’t even try and pull that card, you won’t even tell me why you’re haunting that jerk upstairs.”

His jaw clenched, and he looked away from you. “That’s different. Bringing such things to light would only do more harm than good.”

“Well, I may be wrong but...my thing is kinda the same. And I like what we’ve got going on so just let it go. Please?”

Dark stayed quiet, peeved off and clearly even more curious than he was before. Finally, he side-stepped out of your way, “Just be careful.”

When you got to the house, you were careful. Keeping lights on and keeping quiet while you did everything your research said you were supposed to. As you did, the spirit was also quiet, too quiet. And on your way home, you kept waiting for that heavy feeling on your chest to fade away.

Your apartment was freezing when you stepped out of the bathroom after your shower. Cold air brushed over your shoulders as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Dark?” You called out, looking around for him. This wasn’t like him. He usually made you aware of his presence as soon as he showed up. You walked into your bedroom and when you locked eyes with another in the mirror, you froze.

This wasn’t like Dark, because it wasn’t him.

Instead, the person standing behind you was a very decrepit and very angry old woman, seemingly fading in and out of reality as she glared at you. “Y̸o̵u̶ ̴s̴h̷o̵u̶l̶d̸ ̸h̵a̵v̷e̷ ̵l̸e̴f̷t̶ ̷w̶e̶l̵l̶ ̸e̴n̵o̷u̶g̷h̶ ̶a̸l̶o̴n̸e̷.̴“

The mirror shattered and you whipped around to face her, but she wasn’t there. The air whirling around the place started to pick up, and picture frames flew off the wall at you, then other objects that had decorated your room. You tried to flee but your front door wouldn’t budge. You started to bang on it, crying in fear and praying that anyone would hear you. Next thing you knew though, you were flung towards the wall.

Finally, everything settled. The weight was off your chest, but there was plenty of pain there in it’s place. You slowly pulled yourself into a sitting position, then wiped the tears off your face with one hand and held the other over your ribs. You weren’t sure how long you sat there, waiting for something to happen and your heartbeat overpowered the ringing silence in your ears. You wanted to get your phone, to call for help but you were terrified of gaining attention again. You didn’t even really stop shaking until you heard a familiar voice.

“...Y/n?” Dark didn’t see you when he first showed up, just the disaster area that was your living room. Once had seen you, he was beside you in a blink of an eye. You didn’t even think about it before you wrapped your arms around him. He only gave you a moment of comfort before he pulled back, looking over you in concern. “What happened? Who hurt you?”

You couldn’t really get much out between pained wincing as he scooped you into his arms. “It was a -Ow- s-spirit.”

He laid you down on the couch as gently as he could, and you could see his face change from confusion to recognition to irritation. “Why, pray tell, would a spirit be here?”

“I may have taken a job to get rid of it...” You muttered under your breath.

“Unbelievable.” He shook his head, about to say something else before he stopped himself. Instead he moved his focus to your hand, moving it to reveal the dark bruise over your ribs.

“See, I knew you weren’t gonna like it.”

“You going off and messing with things you haven’t even begun to understand? Of course I don’t like it.” His figure glitched and layered itself in different colors before he got up and went to the kitchen.

You scoffed at his remark, trying to sit up. “Hey I understand more than you think, I’ve been doing this crap for months!”

He came back around the corner with an ice pack from your freezer in his hand. “Months?” He apparated in front of you, gently placing the pack down on the bruise, allowing you to squeeze his free hand until the shock wave from the pressure passed over you.

“I started looking into all this after you told me the truth.” You confessed. “I mean with the internet it wasn’t difficult, and I do my due diligence alright? I don’t know what went wrong.”

The aura behind him flashed pure red for just a moment, he approached his next words much softer than usual. “You can’t navigate things like this using the internet, Y/n.”

“Well I didn’t think you’d want to help me help everyone else get rid of their ghosts.”

He scoffed at you, beginning to raise his voice as the aura swapped back to blue. “You were right! I don’t understand why you would want anything to do with this, anyway. Why would you do this to yourself??” 

“I thought...I thought it’d be fun-”

“This isn’t a game!”

“You know I really don’t get you, why-”

“Of course you don’t! Do you even know what I am?”

“Well, no...”

“Neither do I.” He growled. His words truly sunk in once you saw the pain behind his eyes. He collected himself, taking a deep breath before continuing, “What I do know, is that I was human once. And people screwing with things that they shouldn’t have for selfish reasons is what turned me into this. Over the years I’ve had to see other terrible things happen to well meaning people. I’ll be damned if you throw yourself into the fire for fun.”

You nodded softly, breaking the intense gaze between you to look as your hands. “...Okay.” You opened your mouth to speak again after that, but decided against it.

“What is it?” Dark asked, trying and failing to hide the impatience in his voice.

“I just didn’t think...well I really didn’t think you’d care. Well, about this part I guess-”  You sighed, cutting yourself off this time, rather than rambling.

He was quiet for a moment, placing his hand under your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. “I care...more than you know.” It was the silence after that, that spoke volumes, and even more so the way he moved forward to press his lips to yours. “Now, if you’ll excuse me I have a poltergeist to take care of.”

[thatmomentwhen345]

Ok ummmmmmmmmmmmmm

These last two weeks have been very emotionally exhausting because of finals and what I’m about to tell you and I don’t really know how to sum it up so I guess you’re getting the same treatment as my Facebook (this is copied directly from the post on there and was posted on December 12th for context)

(This is the beginning of the Facebook post)

You guys, I don’t know what to do.

You might have gathered from my last few posts, but I’m not okay. And it will sound like such a stupid reason to the majority of you. But I made an irreversible mistake back in 2019 that has been haunting me for the past week. This is the first time that I can remember regretting a decision this much. Was it my stubbornness, my closed-mindedness? Was it my see-it-to-believe-it tendencies? Was it my inability to learn from my mistakes?

For those who don’t know, on November 13th of this year, the YouTube channel Unus Annus was deleted from the platform forever. After one year of daily videos by Markiplier and CrankGameplays, it was all gone. The point of the channel was to remind us to use our time that we have alive wisely, because Memento Mori. Remember that you must die.

The channel started on November 15th of 2019, and, well, I don’t know anything about their beginnings. I just saw their introduction video in my recommended or on trending or something and thought, “Is that Markiplier? Shouldn’t he be focusing on his own channel? Who’s this other guy?” and moved on without a second thought. I occasionally saw their videos in the trending tab but ignored them. I didn’t even know they had such a big following. I thought it looked stupid and didn’t think about it until, well, the end.

A few weeks ago, my brother was watching the final livestream that would mark the day that the channel was deleted for good. I was in the room with the livestream on the TV, watching their final hours tick by, still not thinking about the channel at all. Just like, oh hey that thing that people were talking about, wasn’t it like, a cult? I didn’t think about it at all until... the fifth of December? Was it really only a week ago? That feels like a lifetime away now...

The YouTuber FootofaFerret released a video called “Pretending Unus Annus Isn’t Over” and I saw it in my reccomended. https://youtu.be/8SMpCbI9U00 I was like, hey, yeah, I remember that thing that ended. I trusted Foafy’s judgement because of his previous videos about saying goodbye to Steven Universe. So I watched it and don’t really remember how it made me feel. I just remember him saying that the Unus Annus fandom was in mourning and I was like “aw poor guys I’ve seen on TikTok some people are sad about it”. Foafy also suggested that people who were wanting more of the Unus Annus vibe to watch Mark’s Markiplier Makes playlist. I watched some of them and, again, moved on.

The timeline is fuzzy from here on. I’m still processing it, honestly. I think I might have looked up the Unus Annus theme (Turncoat by Michael Rothery) first? Then I think I found some compilations or clips from their videos and was like wow this stuff is funny. And then I realized that there are archived versions of all of their videos (that’s against the rules of Unus Annus for those who don’t know) and... don’t hate me... went looking for them. I watched two in full. I won’t say which two but just know that the second one I specifically searched out because I knew that they did a lot of random stuff on there and that there was a chance that they would do it too. And they did! It was a funny video. I realized how much of a fun dynamic that Ethan and Mark had and looked for more compilations. The more I watched, the more I realized that I had made a terrible mistake in 2019.

I had missed out on so much. And I couldn’t take it back without breaking the rules. The concept of Unus Annus intrigued me so much, all of the people involved on the channel worked so well together, they were all so funny, but now I could never experience it in full because I was stubborn and, well, thinking about other things this year. I could have jumped in at any point between then and November 13th of this year but I chose not to.

Monday was a rollercoaster. 1st stage: denial. I was like well this doesn’t matter, I’m not even in the UA fandom, it’s gone and I don’t care. But it wasn’t that simple of course. I kept watching the Markiplier Makes videos and the UA compilations and became particularly interested in Ethan. He seemed very genuine and sensitive and his on-camera chemistry with Mark was really entertaining. 2nd stage: anger. I was furious at myself for missing out. Those two videos I watched in full were just small teasers for what the entire channel was like. I hated that I couldn’t take it back. And I hated that if I did, I would’ve broken the rules and gone against Mark and Ethan’s wishes, which I also wouldn’t be able to take back. I was horribly conflicted. 3rd stage: bargaining. I desperately went after any content surrounding Unus Annus that I could without breaking the rules, and was still considering watching the illegal archives. I haven’t watched any more of them in full, but sometimes I watch parts of them in incognito mode when it becomes too much to bear.

Tuesday was... Tuesday had to have been the longest day I’ve had the entire year. 4th stage: depression. It was slowly sinking in, the gravity of my mistake. I was starting to realize how much of a phenomenon Unus Annus was and that it was so unique and had such a cool message and that it made so many peoples’ 2020 just a little bit better, but not mine. I then did what I always do and found my comfort in music. I put on a bunch of good songs that I hadn’t heard in a while and just... sat there painstakingly doing my math homework. I couldn’t concentrate on anything the whole day. Monday, either. The song Goodbye to a World by Porter Robinson came on and I was like hey, this song perfectly suits the way I’m feeling right now. I wondered if anyone else had made connections between this song and Unus Annus and looked to see if there had been any AMVs (animated music videos) about the idea and the end of UA. Lo and behold, this popped up and I watched it! https://youtu.be/-q-oByQWdlM It hit all the right spots and I just started bawling. What had I done? Why had I missed this opportunity to improve my 2020, just a little bit? Why had I missed this opportunity to get to know Mark and Ethan better? Everyone who had watched all of their videos could feel peace after the end, like Mark and Ethan. But I couldn’t. I could only forever regret my mistake. MY mistake.

Terrible things have happened this year, but all of them have been out of my control. This, however, was my fault. And I can never take it back. And I am having a very hard time handling that.

I don't know how many times I cried on Tuesday. The next song to come on after I watched the AMV was As the World Caves In by Matt Maltese which of course broke me even further. This song also perfectly encapsulated my dilemma. Later I finished my tribute drawing of the channel logo and felt the smallest bit better. The rest of the day is a blur.

Wednesday was better, I guess? I thought I had made it to the 5th stage: acceptance. I was still very sad and mad at myself but I was starting to realize that there was nothing I could do. I subscribed to Ethan’s channel and started getting to know him better. He’s so sweet and talented ☺️

But no, acceptance is still far away. Thursday and Friday were barely better than Tuesday. I painted my nails black and white as a way of coping. I went to a livestream on Ethan’s Twitch and it was really fun! I started watching more of his streams and on one of them he mentioned that his Twitch chat mods had TikToks. So I wondered if he also had a TikTok, which he does! I looked to see if he posted one on the day UA ended. The answer was no but he did post one the day after asking if someone with the skills required could make a mashup of the song Cancer by My Chemical Romance and As the World Caves In. https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJqgyrkR/ I was like wowie this guys got taste! And so I looked up if there was a mashup. As a matter of fact, there was one by Clem Turner on YouTube that came out only three days after the end of Unus Annus. https://youtu.be/a5RTVoreSAY I cannot express how much I love this, what it made me feel, and how much it hurt/helped. So I commented on Ethan’s TikTok about it and only a few hours later a new comment appeared on Clem’s video. Ethan had seen it! So I’m just gonna assume I was responsible for that... not only that but half of the comments on the mashup were about Unus Annus as you can see below. I realized how big of a following UA had and felt bad (because of course the people who had actually been with UA the whole way would be grieving a lot more than me), but also, comforted by the fact we could all connect over the loss of something important to them, if in a lot of different ways.

I’m far from getting over this. I’m far from being okay. I’ve never really felt like this before. I feel like a different person than I was last week. But I wanted to write all this down to let it out, process it a little bit, and maybe get some comfort from you guys. It’s completely understandable if you didn’t read this all the way through so...

TLDR: Memento Mori.

(This is the end of the Facebook post)

What I just described really shifted a lot of things in my head in a way I didn’t expect and in a very short amount of time. So, long story short, my Steven Universe hyperfixation ended very suddenly because of an outside factor and I probably won’t be posting a lot about it anymore. Hope you understand.

(art by me but I used the official UA logo as a reference)

[fatbottombucky]

Are We Friends? *Markiplier x Reader*

Requested Summary: howdy! can you do a markiplier x male reader who was friends with ethan and he met mark through ethan while helping with like an unus annus video or something like that?? sorry if its not specific enough 💖

Slight Changes and fic notes: None of the Unus Annus vidoes are up when you’re filming, because I know a few was filmed in advance. Reader is a Youtuber, but more on a Julien Solomita vibe. 

Fandom: Youtube

Pairing: Mark Fischbach x Male Reader

Warnings: None. Mostly implied malexmale romance. A non hate Amy fic (she is mentioned, but she’s “Markiplier’s friend” lol)

Notes: Obviously, Mark isn’t gay... this is PURELY entertainment purposes. Fanfiction isn’t to be taken seriously, please do not be offended. Mark is a real person with thoughts and feelings, and my fanfictions on/about him aren’t to be taken seriously. Also Mark is in a relationship with Amy, whom I love and respect, so in future do not request stuff that implies Amy is mean or nasty (not that anyone has, but I tend to see fics where the irl girlfriend is a bitch in fics and that’s not Peebles). 

“You’ve literally saved my damn life,” Ethan exclaimed over the phone, always dramatic. 

You almost rolled your eyes, but remained focused on the road ahead of you. If you had a dollar for everytime you saved your best friends ass you’d be a millionaire. Ethan is the most forgetful person you know, the amount of times you’ve reminded him of something is super high. 

“Mark said I really needed goggles but-” 

“You couldn’t be bothered?” You finished for him and his stupid giggle rang through the speakers of your car, letting you know you were right. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle along with him, “Wanna hang out whilst we shoot? Can probably grab some foods afterwards if you want?” 

“Yeah, that sounds chill.” You can hear people talking in the background, “I’m like five minutes from Marks, I hope anyway, so I’ll see you in a minute.”

After hanging up you continue driving to Marks’. You had never met Ethan’s other friends, mostly due to time restrictions on your life- you had different schedules and that made it difficult to see Ethan, let alone meet his friends. 

You have, however, heard a lot about Mark. Ethan was a fan who got lucky to be noticed, due to that little ‘stunt’ it got you to meet Ethan at convention. You have played games online together on his channel, he’s shown up in vlogs on your channel. In fact, a lot of people love your friendship with Ethan. 

Driving round the corner you see Ethan standing on the sidewalk, he gives an energetic wave to your car. You park in front of him and get out, throwing the goggles at his head but he quickly catches them with a grin. 

“Why do you need goggles?” You asked and then frown at his attire, “why are you dressed like a gay lumberjack?” He laughs loudly at your question and puts the goggles on. 

“We’re making Chica a doggo house,” he informs you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, you just nod and chuckle following him towards a back gate. 

Ethan pushes the gate open and instantly you’re met with Spencer, his dog. He bounds up to Ethan, a fluffy toy in his mouth and tilts his head at you- you’ve met Spencer before, he was a little timid of you and still is apparently. 

You watch as Ethan struggles to strap his tool belt around his waist, giggling when you laugh at struggle. He pulls on some gloves and pops the safety goggles on his head, gives you a thumbs up and starts to pet Spencer. It’s five minutes of aimless chatter when Mark finally appears. 

A part of you was worried about meeting Mark, a big YouTuber and also one of Ethan’s closest friends. It’s always very daunting meeting new people, but when they’re close to your friend it’s more difficult. You tried to play it off you were chill, hands in jean pockets and making goofy faces at Spencer. 

“Oh,” Ethan grabbed your attention, “Mark that’s Y/N, he’s a friend of mine that grabbed our goggles.” 

You gave an awkward wave as Mark waved and made steps towards you, extending a hand to shake that you quickly pulled yours out to accept. 

“Great to meet you.” Mark smiles and you nod awkwardly, “Ethan talks about you sometimes.” 

“Only sometimes?” Mark laughs and shrugs, “I don’t pay attention to him either, he’s such a rambler.” 

Ethan tuts loudly and shakes his head, “No becoming besties.” He shakes a finger at you both, obviously joking but you roll your eyes at him. 

You stand behind Amy as she films, trying not to laugh loudly when Ethan fucks up- which is a lot. Not that you can blame him, you’ve never done any labour work, not to Mark’s extent either. Woodshop was a struggle in school, you just did not enjoy yourself. 

Once filming had finished you stuck around till Ethan was ready to get food. 

“Mark, did you wanna tag along?” 

Mark shakes his head, “Nah, you and your friend can hang out. I’ll make a start on editing another video,” Ethan nods, but doesn’t seem convinced. 

“I don’t mind if you wanna tag along?” You shrug and smile. 

Mark huffs dramatically, “Fine. You twisted my arm,” Ethan rolls his eyes and already walks outside as Mark goes to grab a jacket, so you follow Ethan. 

“I’m glad he’s coming along, I really wanted you guys to hang out,” You frown slightly and look at Ethan, “you two will get along great, trust me. I just knew if me and Mika tried to set you both up you’d be totally against it.” 

You wanted to laugh. Mark? Be interested in anything BUT friendship with you? Ethan could sense your amusement. You shake your head, huffing a small laugh at your friend. 

“I appreciate that, but I don’t think I’m his type,” before Ethan can respond Mark locks his front door. 

The three of you begin down the street towards the closest restaurant. The walk is filled with chatter, mostly you asking about the Unus Annus videos, the schedule and planning they’ve made. 

“Any ideas for us?” Mark asked genuinely, you raised an eyebrow, “you’re like a daily vlogger. Right? So you’ve constantly got to be entertaining to an extent.” 

You had a thought as Ethan opened the door to a Wendy’s, the intention of grabbing food and going back to Mark’s to eat it and chill. 

“I guess, just do stuff that entertains you,” You shrug and follow slowly behind Ethan with Mark, “don’t force yourself to do stuff because it shows. I always try to find activities that I know I’ll enjoy or have a laugh watching back, like Ethan teaching me gymnastics- I was terrible, but it was so stupidly funny.” 

Mark laughs and nods, “Yeah, I saw that video,” it’s an offhand comment. 

But that comment has you stumbling, you just nod and look up capturing Ethan’s prideful smirk. You give a glare back, looking back at Mark who is still talking to you and smiling in your direction… perhaps there is merit to Ethan’s words after all. 

(If asked nicely... I’ll do a part2)

[hostgalli19]

Markiplier Fluffy Collection Chapter 2: Sushi Snuggles (Cuddly Sushi Eric)

Note: Hello everyone, I know I said this series was just for shorts about Matthew spending time with his egos but I couldn't help but put this here as it doesn't really have a specific story that I can really fit it into. This chapter takes place after chapter 8 of Squirrel King. 

Tags: @doctordiscord123, @wilfordwarfstacheisbae, @marquisdemarki, 

This story is also posted on Ao3

Date: 01/12/19 Time: 6:59 pm - 9:01 pm 

"If youse keep wriggling, I'll drop you. You're not a child anymore" Yancy stated as he walked into the kitchen holding what looked to be an oversized, rolled-up blanket. Ed stared, at the ex-convict not sure what he was seeing. The blanket seemed to be moving, Yancy appeared to be having a little trouble keeping his hold. It was only when he put the oversized blanket into a chair did Ed realise it was actually Eric.

He had been rolled up in the fluffy blanket, his arms crossed over his chest, his feet weren’t visible. Eric grinned sleepily and waved; the tips of his fingers were just visible from inside the blanket. He started wriggling again when sat next to him with a bowl of soup and started to feed him with one hand while eating a sandwich with the other.

"What's going and why is Eric wrapped up in a giant blanket?" Bim questioned walking into the kitchen and stopping when he saw the strange scene. Yancy sighed and glared at Eric who just grinned sleepily but didn't reply just staring at Yancy with big puppy eyes, he groaned and let Eric finished off the rest of his sandwich.

"Eric's feeling cuddly, unfortunately for me. You are way too hold for this," Yancy answered, jerking his hand back when Eric licked his fingers and grinned at him. Bim and Ed shared a confused look as Eric finished off the soup, and Yancy put the bowl in the sink before picking Shushi Eric up and walking into the living room and settling in front of the TV.

"Don care. I wan snuggles," Eric answered, his voice muffled by the blanket. Yancy had only been at the manor for three weeks and he hadn't gotten to spend much time with his big brother. He wanted snuggles and he was going to get them. It had been a long time since he had gotten Shushi Snuggles from his big brother.

Yancy sighed, lying down on the couch with Eric lying between his legs, his head on Yancy's chest. Despite the fact, Eric was far too hold to have Shushi Snuggles Yancy didn't mind. He hadn't found the time to spend with his little brother despite being in the same house as him for almost three weeks.

Things were absolutely insane here. He still wasn't used to being able to do what he wanted without the fear of being thrown straight into solitary if someone got upset. He finally had a real bed again. He hadn't realised how horrible the ones Happy Trails were until he had climbed into the huge bed in his room at the manor.

It felt like he was floating on a cloud, it was wonderful. He hadn't wanted to get up. He hadn't been surprised when Eric had joined him in his room and they spent the night curled up in his giant bed. It was wonderful. Breakfast the next day was chaos. That was the only way to describe the experience.

It was strange not waking up in his cell and having to drag himself out of his nice warm bed for roll call. The food was a thousand times better as well. He had gotten used to the food the cooks served at Happy Trails and over time even come to enjoy it. He had been embarrassed at how much he had eaten. He was so hungry and he didn't know why. 

The food he had at Happy Trials was enough to fill him up and leave him content but now that he had food cooked in the manner he felt starving, the normal serving he was used to eating didn't fill him up anymore. The other egos hadn't said anything about how much he was eating just gave him more food. It was embarrassing. 

It was always so hard to stay awake when cuddling with his little brother, at least that hadn't changed. Yancy was nervous about falling asleep, it was something that he would have never done at Happy Trails no matter how tired he was. Falling asleep outside your cell was dangerous and invitation for the 

He tried to stay away but it soon become too much, and he fell asleep. Wil was surprised when he walked into the living room to see Yancy asleep on the couch with Eric, rolled up in a giant fluffy blanket asleep on top of him. It was something he never thought he would see and couldn't help but feel concerned. 

Apparently, he wasn't the only one. Ed, Bim, The Google's, Bing, Silver, Illinois and Host discussing it and all the things they had observed about Yancy since he had arrived. They had all noticed little things about the ex-convict in the last three weeks and some of the signs were worrying and alarming. 

They had all noticed how hungry Yancy seemed at every meal like he had only just realised how hungry he was. Eric had been much the same after his short stay at Happy Trails, he hadn't been quite as hungry as Yancy was but he still at a lot more than was normal. It wasn't until he explained the food at Happy Trials was designed to fill the inmates up. 

It wasn't good food but it was okay and something he had gotten used after around a month but 'real' food was so much better than anything they had served during his 8-month stay at Happy Trails which really wasn't that long. It was a marical Yancy hadn't recognised him during that time. 

The most concerning thing was how obedient Yancy was. He did what he was told without question, it was alarming. He appeared to be scared of Dark and never looked directly at him. He had looked terrified when Dark found him going through a box of broken stuff he had found in the attic.

Like he was expecting Dark to yell at him and lock him in his room or send him to the void, a place Dark would sometimes send them when they were frustrated so they wouldn't hurt anyone. It often happened to Dr Iplier, Ed and Bim. They hadn't gotten around to explaining what the Void was to Yancy and Illinois as there had been no need for Dark to send anyone there. 

He would constantly ask permission to do things even though there was no need. It was going to take him a while to get used to no longer being in prison anymore. It was clear that his time in Happy Trails Penitentiary had not been easy. They knew from Eric that he was the Prison King-Pin. 

The Prisoners did exactly what he wanted without question but he was clearly scared of the Guards and the Warden, there had to be a reason for that. Eric had told them the guards that had been there the longest let the prisoners get away with whatever they wanted as long they behaved themselves. 

The newer guards were the ones who expected complete obedience from the inmates. They worked for the Warden. It was best to keep your head down and stay out of their way. Eric had done just that in the 8 months he had spent at Happy Trails before Dark and Will had come to retrieve him. 

He had told them about the way the Warden's guards treated the prisoners, Yancy specifically. They beat him up and lied to the Warden about Yancy attack a guard even though the guards had attacked Yancy first. Yancy never argued. It only got him a longer stay in solitary. Things were always quiet and tense when he was. 

The Warden and Guards didn't seem to notice the change but the other guards certainly did and tried there best to make Yancy's time in solitary as easy on everyone as possible. It wasn't just a punishment for Yancy but the rest of the inmates as well. Eric had mentioned the one time one of the newer inmates had done something to upset the guards and as punishment Yancy had been thrown in solitary. 

Needless to say, no one had been pleased with that specific inmate. The Family had made things very clear to the inmate about what would happen should he do something that resulted in Yancy ending up in solitary again. The entire week and a half Yancy was in solitary the inmate was watched closely and was only given the 'correct' amount of food by the cooks. 

It was nowhere near enough to make someone feel full but that was that inmates punishment for getting Yancy thrown in solitary, they're punishment had lasted even longer when it came out that the inmate had been put up to it by the Warden's guards for a reduced sentence and the chance of parole. 

Yancy had no been ... pleased when he had been told the reason behind his stay in solitary as he had done absolutely nothing wrong. He had made sure he followed all the rules and yet he still ended up in solitary. That inmate had an ... accident soon after Yancy got out of solitary and wasn't seen for a few months. 

That's what happened when you upset the Prison King-Pin. It was better to do as you were told and not listen to the guards. Listening to the guards led to a very long and painful stay in medical. They had all been shocked when Eric had told them what his time in the prison had been like. 

His time there had changed him, the way he moved had changed, he was nearly soundless when he walked and had developed a habit of fiddling with a rather deadly looking knife when he was board. He was also a lot more muscular, not that he hadn't been before but it was more noticeable now. 

Despite there time apart Yancy and Eric were incredibly close and would, when they had the time, curl up on the couch and sleep or just cuddle. They had been surprised when they found Yancy fixing a bunch of broken items Eric had apparently been keeping. He had seemed annoyed but they could tell he was pleased. 

He was always humming or fiddling with anything he was holding. It had taken them a while to get used to, it was perfectly normal according to Eric. Yancy had always been like that. He was very good at fixing things thus the box of broken things he had given his brother to fix. He had to do something with his hands. 

"PRINCE, YOU BASTARD, GET BACK HERE WITH THAT," Eric yelled, from the living room as Prince darted into the kitchen with Eric's pocket knife clutched in his claws. He looked smug. Eric stalked into the kitchen, the blanket half draped over his shoulders. He had started to curse more after coming back from Happy Trails. 

It was easy to see he was related to Yancy when he was angry. Host shook his head and continued to eat wondering what King was thinking of stealing Eric's pocket knife. He would have a chat with his surrogate son later about his habit of stealing shiny things from people when they were relaxing. 

Note: Sorry, this took me so long to get up. I was having a little trouble with writing Yancy's parts. He's not doing so well. I haven't yet completed or posted the story about Eric's time at Happy Trials but I will. 

This story takes place after he goes home. This is the Tumblr Post I mentioned

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #193

“i’m stronger than i ever knew; i’m strong because of you.”

What’s one item the dollar store is good for? Candy. What’s the last thing you made out of construction paper? A "cover" for Sara's first V-Day present. What’s the last thing that inspired you? I'm not sure, really. Probably some video. Are you a daredevil? No. What’s one thing you are lazy about? Cleaning. Do you prefer tea to be cold or hot? Tea is a no from me. Do you ever get annoyed by the stupid decisions characters make in books? Not really annoyed, seeing as making mistakes is sometimes a necessity to the plot, but I'm more like, "no one would ever do that irl," especially in the horror genre. What’s one thing that’s annoying you about the book you’re reading now? N/A What’s the most boring thing about your life right now? You would almost assume I'm under house arrest because I can never leave my fucking house. What could make your life more interesting? Being in school, have a job, or have Sara live here. Name someone you know who is truly happy. My nephew. He's only two, but. I have never seen a happier human being. Do you have trouble letting friends go when you need to? It depends. Do you have trouble letting things go? Depends as well. How cluttered is your apartment/house/room? My room's decent, but the majority of the house is kinda messy or just unorganized. Do you have any antique furniture? No. What’s the most you’ve ever spent on a purse? Idk, certainly not much. Where would be the most fun place to do a 24 hour challenge in, do you think? Probably an amusement park. Would be creepy as fuck at night too, and I'd liiive for it. What’s something you’ve been wanting to do but haven’t got around to yet? A lot... like resume studying German. I haven't decided to yet because I question the real usefulness of it; I want to go to Germany, but that may never happen, and I could probably manage just enough with what I know. It may end up just being wasted time and effort. What was the best class trip you have ever been on? 5th grade visit to the zoo. Did you have your own room as a child? No, I shared it with Nicole. Maybe Ashley was with us for a while before being given her own room? Idr. Have you ever shared a room? See above, then with Jason in the old apartment. If so, was having a roommate hard for you? As a young kid, Nicole and I liked sharing a room, but as I especially got older, I really wanted my own. With Jason, no. Do you own a lot of clothes that don’t fit you anymore? Yes, some I hope to shrink back into or are just stored for nostalgia. Where do you donate old clothes? Goodwill and some other place idr. Do you enjoy antique stores? Oh. My. God. Yes. What are five things you inherited from your mom? Somewhat slower metabolism I think, depression, are seasonal allergies genetic?, height, and hair thickness. What are five things you inherited from your dad? PACING, this little short huff-ish laugh thing he does at the end of some sentences, no common sense whatsofuckingever, and enjoying games. Do you enjoy grocery shopping? Noooo. Do you enjoy clothes shopping? Only at stores I like, and if I don't have to try things on. Do you own footie pajamas? Omg nooooo, haven't since I was a kid. They had to be so uncomfortable. Which America’s Got Talent Golden Buzzer performance was your favorite? I haven't seen/remember enough. Do you watch America’s Got Talent? I did religiously until Sharon left. If you were to host a '90s party, which 3 shows would you like to run? That '70s Show, Full House, and The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. What was your favorite thing you collected as a child? Webkinz. I was that one kid who had dozens. Whose house was your first sleepover at? My first best friend, Brianna's. If you had a daughter, would you allow sleepovers? Of course with girls, but I probably wouldn't allow a boy to stay overnight until she was at least 16 due to the risk of her getting pregnant. Which do you like better, your first name or your middle name? My first. What are some ways that pop culture has helped you learn historic or scientific facts? Oh, video games and TV shows definitely have. There must be plenty of other things, but. Blanking. Have you ever had a job in which you felt that you had nothing to do? What was the protocol in that situation (e.g., surfing the web, taking on the job of co-workers, or pretending to work)? If you have not, do you think it would be lucky or unlucky to have such a job? N/A; I wouldn't enjoy an extreme lack of work, but definitely some time to like wander around the Internet and such. Having too little would be super boring, and I'd feel very unproductive. Have you ever intimidated or made another person feel legitimately threatened? If not, do you think that you could ever be seen as scary? I felt horrible when I found out Mom's been legitimately uneased before because of how loudly I can scream at Bentley and/or Teddy when I'm really pissed. I've been working on it since then. In what ways do you or would you need to be validated by a partner? (For example, liking your posts/talking about you on social media, or perhaps by doting on you with gifts.) Above all, I need to be reminded that you love me, that you're not leaving (unless of course there's good reason to), AND THAT MY ILLNESSES AREN'T BECOMING TOO OVERWHELMING. As well, with how I physically am now, I need to know that my weight doesn't bother you. That's all I can think of atm. When you are having a hard time emotionally, what are some of the telltale ways that you act out or that your personality reflects your struggles? I admit I speak before I think and can be very snappy and sarcastic. I become extremely pessimistic and cry easier than I already do. My stability in general is very fragile when I'm struggling. Do you tend to succeed by weaning yourself off of something or by quitting cold turkey? WEANING. I never would've survived dropping soda (for the time I did) if I hadn't weaned down. Well, quitting meat cold turkey during my vegetarian phase was easy, but most things, I'd still say weaning. Is there a specific type of pet breed/size/etc. that you don’t want? Why not? I wouldn't want huge dogs due to so much energy, nor would I want arachnids or insects. Or fish because they bore me so it just feels like a total chore to clean the tank. I wouldn't want most birds due to all the noise. Also not interested in blood pythons, as they're notorious for being aggressive. Have you ever lived in a notoriously dangerous area? If not, would it bother you to do so? Yup. Has a friend’s significant other ever interfered with or damaged your friendship? What about a significant other of yours damaging a friendship? I don't think so for either. What, if anything, is something that you put pressure on yourself about? What do you imagine would happen if you did not live up to this expectation? Achieve complete financial comfort. If I don't, after how I've grown up, I will be borderline (if not seriously) devastated and disappointed in myself. I also put immense pressure, an amount I know is unhealthy, on myself about losing weight, and if I don't achieve that, I don't know what I'd do. I've worked and still work so hard to. If you have been in a serious relationship, have you and your partner ever discussed lifetime plans that clashed? Did you reconcile them or did you break up? If you have not been in a relationship, what are some issues that would be deal-breakers? In the beginning of mine and Jason's relationship, it was casually mentioned I didn't want children while he did, but we didn't worry about that at the time as we had a long time to figure that out. I later decided I wanted kids together, anyway... Would you ever believe I wanted three back then???? If you have favorite names or names picked out for your children, where did you learn of the names or when did you fall in love with them? I can't remember where I heard Alessandra, but I immediately thought it was gorgeous. I fell in love with Damien because of fucking Mayor Damien from Who Killed Markiplier? Yes, I would absolutely name my son after a Markiplier character, fight me about it. What is one item that you have recently been coveting? Do you think that you will actually get it? Why/why not? A new laptop more than anything... and soon. Dad's working on it as a Christmas + birthday present. Do you still have both of your parents? They're alive, but divorced. Do you like being sensually bitten? UGGGHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS. If you wear eyeliner, what color do you use? Only ever black. How many colors are in your hair right now? One, but with natural highlights and undertones. Do you have your full license yet? No. Working on it. Are you into gory movies? If the gore is a realistic amount. Have you ever been locked in a room forcefully without anyone knowing? No. Do you have the same color eyes as your mother? No. Does your significant other boss you around a lot? No. Have you ever been drunk? If so, do you get drunk regularly? No. Do you consider yourself a loner or a social butterfly? A loner, but I'm sincerely trying to branch out at least some. Have you ever been put to sleep for surgery? Yes. What is your favorite online smiley face to you? I like ;v; but rarely use it because people can't seem to decide if it's an extremely happy and teary face (what I see) or a sad one???? What is something that freaks you out no matter what? OH GOD thought of this because I passed a video of a pregnant sphynx on FB today. I. Cannot. See a fetus moving from the outside of its mother's stomach. It absolutely, thoroughly horrifies me to the point I may scream. It's one of the million reasons, if not the main reason, I never want to be pregnant and why I say pregnancy would likely traumatize me, especially feeling it. Are the lights in your room more dim or bright? I'd say my ceiling lamp is a tad dimmer? Do you take a lot of photos? No. I'd take far more "photography" pictures if I actually had things to and a way to get around... When you were little, did you think band-aids healed everything? Maybe? Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? A completely unrealistic one. I just missed my period one month, I guess out of stress, a change in meds, something like that, and I was panicking that it was a pre-cum pregnancy, even with protection (aka, thin underwear, which sperm can't travel through). I was an anxious mess until my period did come around. Anxiety is fun. Do you have freckles? If so, do you enjoy them or hate them? I don't. Where do you download music from? YouTube. Do you have a laptop, desktop or both? A laptop. If you have a job, do you work with any of your friends? Do you like that job? N/A When did you last look in a mirror? Last time I was in the bathroom. What are you most known for? Probably that I'm very reserved and anxious. What was the last movie you bought for yourself to watch? I don't think I've ever bought a movie myself. If you have any animals, do any of them live in the house with you? They all do. Would you rather have curly or straight hair? Straight. What is one thing you think is gross about the human body? Sweating. Ever make a friendship bracelet for someone? As a kid. Would you say you have extreme morals? "Extreme" seems a bit far, but I have rather strict ones. What have you been made fun of for the most? I've been teased by so many people, family especially, about how I stay on the laptop or am on my phone, and I fucking hate it. Seriously, don't bring it up. I have reasons. Do you watch any television shows from other countries? I don't watch any TV shows currently. Who is your most favorite television/movie villain? Television... probably a character I can't say as their position of being a villain is a massive spoiler of the show. Or Fullmetal Alchemist's Envy, especially in Brotherhood. Movie, Dark Alessa from the first Silent Hill. Have you ever been stabbed by something? A pencil. Maybe other things. Well, do piercings, tattoos, or shots count? How many pillows do you normally sleep with? Two. When you have chocolate, do you eat it room temperature? Or are you like me and stick the bar into the fridge first? I like it room temperature. Chilled doesn't sound all that appealing. What’s the most shocking thing that’s happened in your part of town? Idk, maybe a murder or something? Are there any constellations you recognize just by looking at them? The Little or Big Dipper, idk which is which. Which insect do you find the most beautiful? Butterflies! Do you like gardening? If so, what do you grow? No. Do you enjoy puzzle games? If so, which one’s your favorite? Yeah, probs Sudoku. What is a job you would never in a million years want to do? Teaching, to name just one. What’s the weirdest building in your city? *shrugs* Do you recognize friends’/family’s vehicles by sound? No. Which Disney villain is your favorite? Probably Scar. Or Hades, I loved his character. Which possession would you not want to inherit from a relative? I dunno. Fancy china or some shit I'll never use or break. Is there an ex you think about every day? You know... maybe Jason. Tiny things will trigger quick memories/thoughts about him a lot of days, maybe actually most, I guess as a PTSD thing. He played such a huge part of my life and drastically changed it, so it's hard not to. I don't give him deep thought or anything and they're typically emotionless; just for example, if I heard Motionless In White, my head would immediately connect them to him as his favorite band, then the thought's over. AND I JUST WANNA SHARE BECAUSE I'M PROUD AS FUCK that today was our anniversary date, and this is the first year I feel zero pain or attachment to it. Would you ever go back to any of your past relationships? No. What's the worst thing you have ever said to anyone? Probably some evil shit I said in that letter to Dad. Who was the last person to text you before you went to bed last night? Sara. When was the last time you had a conversation with an ex? I talked briefly with Girt a few days back. Is there a guy who knows everything or almost everything about you? Jason did. Who was the last person to annoy you? My stepmother with the stupid political shit she shares on Facebook. I love her a whole lot, but oh my god. I regret even adding her. Do you have any text messages that you don’t want other people to read? I wouldn't be mortified or anything, but there's some I want private nevertheless. Which room in your house tends to be the coldest in the winter time? The laundry room, the first room of the house from the backdoor. There's no AC in there, and because there's a draft with the door, it gets cooooold. What is something that you fear will happen to you in the future? (Also Why) I won't be financially stable. That's all I've known so far, and the stress of it is unbelievable. What criminal (dead or alive) would you like to sit down and talk to and why? None. What is the most interesting documentary have you watched? Meerkat Manor. :') Where is your brother? In Tennessee. Last person you cussed at? At? Not in the presence of? Uh, I think I playfully called a friend/family member a bitch at some point? When did a parent last tell you, you couldn’t do something you wanted to? I was craving a Sonic shake a couple days ago, but Mom didn't wanna drive out that far with low gas. Last time you took a picture? A few days back. Our camellia bush is blooming now, and some of the flowers are falling, and I visualized a beautiful shot looking down at one, but no matter what I did, the damn camera wouldn't focus just enough. This is such a frequent problem that I think something may be wrong with the lens. I cannot wait for new ones. Next time you will see the last person that made you cry? Who was it? Myself, so, lol. Next person that will call you? Likely my dad about our laptop hunt. Last person that was at your house besides family? A delivery guy. How many friends do you have? I don't know who are really my old friends, friends, and true friends nowadays. Few. When were you born? 11:20 or 11:30 A.M., I forget. Who are you closest to in your family? Mom. What program on your computer do you use the most? Chrome. Would you ever consider getting plastic surgery? Not unless I was in some sort of freak accident. What is your favorite breed of dog? Akita inus or Saint Bernards. Are you a fan of anime? Yeah. What is your favorite kind of cookie? Soft chocolate chunks. Ahhh. Where is your favorite city? I don't have one. Do you get bored easily? Very. What grosses you out the most? The most? Oh man, idk. Probably seeing bones clearly broken and at gnarly angles, or strange bodily shit like botflies being pulled out (I physically refuse to watch things like that), and giant pimple/cyst popping is fucking disgusting. I do NOT understand how some find it satisfying. Or, as mentioned earlier, seeing fetuses move from the outside. Have you ever been to the circus? In elementary school. I don't remember it. What’s the longest word you know? Uhhh, "brobdingnagian?" Do you use teeth whitener? No, but God knows I want to. Do you think war is an acceptable way of solving problems? NO. NO. NO. NO. Were you a bad child when you were younger? No. What is your favorite type of exercise? Swimming. Do you live near any volcanoes? No. Name one word that you always have trouble pronouncing. Almost everyone points out how I put a "d" in "breakfast" after the "k." I have to consciously think in order to not. Tell me something about yourself that you don’t normally tell people. The fact I enjoy RP. Do you have any songs that seem to fit your life perfectly? Perfectly, idk. Have you ever tried “planking”? Oh wow, I forgot about that fad. The exercise form of planking, yes. Do you trust yourself with big responsibilities? Usually not. What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream? So there's this local dessert place I go to exclusively for their ice cream called "campfire delight" that surpasses any ice cream I've ever had. Out of basic flavors, vanilla. How many people have you truly fallen IN love with? Two. Where was your mom born? Somewhere in New York. Have you ever seen your siblings naked? Well duh as kids. As teens/adults, I think I've seen Ashley like once. Now Nicole, she has no shame and used to walk without a care into the living room to grab clean clothes lmao, and she never cared if I needed to come into the bathroom for whatever if she was in there after she got out of the shower. What can always make you feel better no matter what? Show me that video of Mark witnessing for the first time that "nasa peepo" shit lmao. I will at LEAST smile. What did you last order from a restaurant? A double cheeseburger and fries. And what restaurant was that from? McDonald's. Did you ever really believe in the tooth fairy? Yes. Would you ever get your legs waxed? Likely not. Are you listening to music right now? "Roots" by In This Moment. When was the last time somebody hit on you? lul Sara yesterday, I think. Was the last person you met a male or female? Uhhh who was the last person I met. I really don't know. Which one of your friends do you feel most comfortable around? Sara. Do you own a map of the world? No. Who did you last spoon with? Sara. Does your family eat dinner together? No. When eating string cheese, do you dive right in or just peel it? I don't like string cheese. How do you get rid of your hiccups? Nothing works for me. Do you know how to take screen shots on your computer? Yeah. Do you have a blister anywhere on your body? No. Do you remember what your last fortune cookie said? No, but I think I recall thinking it was stupid. Do you like Chinese food, Mexican food, or American food better? American. What do you think of off-brand soda? Doesn't bother me. Do you like hot, cold, or lukewarm showers? Usually hot. Do you grit your teeth a lot? No. Do you like to swing? Ye. How about jumping on a trampoline? Haven't done that in years, and it would probably wreck my knees. Do you have long arm hair? No. Is your hair healthy? Very. How often do you wash your hair? I have to every time I shower unless I want it greasy, so every other day or sometimes one more. Do you love Family Guy, or hate it? It doesn't bother me. Do you like kids? I don't hate them, but being around them long enough tests me. How often do you like to have sex? Sara and I aren't at that point yet, so I can't really say. If I'm still the same, Jason and I did so every few days, and if I didn't see him in like, almost a week, I'd definitely want it. Do you throw shit under your bed? No. Do you like Dairy Queen? Sure. Have you ever actually drank warm milk? Ew, no. Do you prefer to have milk when you eat cakes/cookies? Every once in a while for cookies. What is your preferred brand of chocolate? Ohhhhhh I can't remember its name. It's one of the "fancier" kinds. Do you like white chocolate? No, too sweet. Are there any movies/shows you’ve seen so many times you’re sick of them? I don't think so. What about songs you’ve heard so many times you hate them? Not hate. Have you ever eaten snow? Yeah, as a kid, and here in the South, there's also this tasty treat called snow cream that you make with fresh snow. Are there any metals that turn your skin green? Silver. Do you know anybody who gets feminism confused with misandry? BOY DO I Do you talk to your pets? Seriously curious, does anyone not? When you do, is your tone different from when you talk to humans? Usually. Do you like using terms of endearment? Yes. Describe yourself with 3 fictional characters. Okay so I'mma actually think here... HA FIRST I am the Actual Eric Derekson, Max Caulfield (tho I give myself just enough credit that I am not that cringey), and Katniss Everdeen, if I remember her well enough (and I only read the first book/saw the first movie). Are there any numbers you dislike for any reason? No. Do you own/wear any jumpsuits? No. Have you ever adopted a stray? (Cat or dog) Cats, plenty. What’s a movie you think more people should see? Idk. Do you read about any mythology? (Greek, Roman, Norse, Egyptian, etc) Haven't since high school, but I'm very interested in it. If you do, do you have any favorite gods/goddesses? Maybe Artemis. Do you think it’s prettier when the moon is full, or a crescent? Full. Have you ever been to a planetarium? Does the Kennedy Space Center qualify? Have you grown to dislike your first email address? Lol, I'll admit it's embarrassing when I have to give it out. Have you ever gotten angry at an employee and complained to the manager? No. What songs bring back happy memories for you? "Closer" by The Chainsmokers, "Leavin'" by Jesse McCartney, "Pretty Woman" by Van Halen, "All Time Low" by Jon Bellion, "Caroline" by Aminé, "I'm Not A Vampire" by Falling In Reverse, a few Billy Joel songs, a lot of old Train songs, "Let Me Hear You Scream" by Ozzy... a lot. Are there any smells that bring back happy memories? Probably? Oh, pancakes and sausage or bacon cooking, for one. I just remember the occasional times as a kid Mom would make breakfast.

[okgrumps-blog]

The Best and the Worst of You

Chapter 8: Captain Arin (Neverbone)

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“Hey uh… Arin?” The scraggy-bearded chief officer approached his captain nervously. Their ship, known only as ‘The Cruiser’, was currently gliding over planet Earth. It was only a small vessel, with two floors and a minute selection of rooms. Each wall had a full-length window embedded into it, which gave the two crew members a clear view of where exactly they were (not that they needed it, since Barry was an expert at navigating the vast distances of space). Arin was stood by the control panel, looking out over the rounded surface of Earth. Upon hearing Barry shuffle in, he turned his head to look at the younger man in concern.

“You’ve left him by himself?” Arin furrowed his brow, one hand hovering over a set of buttons on the panel. Barry scuffed his shoe against the floor, looking down shamefully. Upon seeing how nervous Barry was, Arin settled, looking back across to the front window. “Is he still being unreasonable?”

“He…!” Barry was quick to straighten his back, looking to Arin with a determined face. “I don’t think he’s lying, Arin. You know Sexbang wouldn’t go this far. He’d have had his fun for five minutes, then have gotten bored.” Barry tried to explain. Arin merely rolled his eyes and used one hand to gesture Barry to the control panel, Barry obediently hurrying to his side. They switched places silently, Barry hovering both hands over the control panel, looking to Arin for further instruction.

“Keep the ship on her course.” Arin patted Barry’s shoulder, beginning to walk back to the room where their Sexbang-lookalike was being held. “I’ll talk some sense into him.” And before Barry could argue, Arin was already out of the door.

Dan had been chained to a thick metal pole, which threatened to zap him if he tried to break away from him. He figured it was something to do with electric currents running through the pole. He had moved himself to sit on the floor next to the pole, staring at the cuff on his hand until Arin finally walked in.

Dan wasn’t too bothered about being held captive, because he knew in around an hour he’d be back home anyway. It just so happened that this time around, he’d been mistaken for an enemy – more specifically, Danny Sexbang, from in-universe Ninja Sex Party. He’d only been able to speak to Barry so far, this being his first time meeting Arin; Barry had been more understanding than he’d expected, but he was still sceptical.

And when Dan looked up at Arin, he wasn’t surprised to see Arin Neverbone from in-universe NSP. He held a certain presence about him, with a constant frown on his face, dressed in hot pink outfit. It was like someone had smashed this version of Arin with the Arin from Starbomb.

Arin walked up to him and crouched down by his side, a small sigh escaping him. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, but the game's over, Danny Sexbang. We’ve won already, so don’t try to act like you didn’t just appear here and we didn’t just capture you.” Arin scanned Dan’s face, and a sense of unsettling doubt weighed in his chest as ‘Danny’ showed little sign of understanding.

“My name’s Dan, firstly.” Dan began with a smile. He wasn’t scared at all, which made things easier. “Dan Avidan. People call me Danny sometimes. I’m a dimension traveller.” With that, he held out the hand that wasn’t cuffed to the metal pole, hoping that mentioning his ‘occupation’ as such would fully explain himself to Arin. Arin’s breath hitched.

“A dimension traveller…?” Arin said softly, crossing his legs so that he was properly sat next to Dan. “We’ve been trying to work on shit like that for ages.” Dan was surprised with the sudden informality, but accepted it – after all, this was just another version of Arin Hanson.

Dan found himself explaining his situation, Arin listening along with interest. Yadda yadda, an hour every day. Yadda yadda, a different Arin every time. Yadda yadda, trying to make a difference.

Once he’d given Arin the information he’d needed, the Captain nodded, scratching his beard. “I’m sorry we mistook you for an enemy.” He apologised. And with the simple gesture of a hand, the chains from around the metal pole (and Dan) were released. Dan wriggled his wrist around with a small smile on his face. “I thought we’d finally found him.”

“...Danny Sexbang?” Dan questioned. A small nod followed from Arin. “Are you chasing after him, or something?”

“We had an alliance, and he broke it.” Arin began. Dan’s eyes widened in realisation. This was Samurai Abstinence Patrol, wasn’t it? “That’s when it started, anyway. But one day, Ninja Brian- he’s the chief officer- sent to us that Danny had gone missing.” Arin fiddled with one of the black fingerless gloves on his hands. “We’ve renewed the alliance until we find him.”

Dan was silent for a moment. Everything was slowly starting to piece together. Some Arins he’d met didn’t know a Dan, and others… their Dan just straight-up disappeared – like the mermaid, or the guy who lived in Paris. And Arin mentioned having a nightmare about him disappearing… his stomach was suddenly filled with dread. Looking at Arin, he took a sharp breath in.

“I think we’re disappearing.” Dan blurted out. Arin looked confused, so Dan continued. “All of us. Every instance of Dan Avidan that ever existed.” Dan looked down at his own hands and gulped. Arin scooted closer to Dan with a frown.

“But why would they be doing that?” Arin asked gently. He seemed worried, and Dan didn’t blame him. He was worried, too. Dan was trying to come up with an answer, but he couldn’t think of one.

Then, something struck him – how tense had they been before they started dating? It had been a brief comment from Arin, about how Dan was doing anything other than dedicating time to Grump sessions, and when he wasn’t busy, he was too tired to even hang out. Had anything changed since they started dating? Sure, they’d cuddle and…

Oh God. They’d cuddle and Dan would sleep through Arin staying up. Then they’d be too tired to spend as much time as they’d planned at the Grump Space, and go back home. Then Dan would go out…

Oh God.

The cycle would repeat itself constantly. For days and days. Without cuddles, how long had this been going on for?! And did Dan ever take a moment to check how Arin was holding up?! Was he too busy, even for such a simple thing as that?! Arin dedicated hours of his time for Dan – meeting with him after every outing, staying awake to make sure Dan didn’t disappear.

Oh good fucking God.

Realising Arin was staring at him in concern, and that his breathing was becoming quicker by the second, he spoke. “I haven’t been there for him.” His eyes focused on the cold metal tiles of the floor. “The other Universes derive from the Arin that I know.” And that’s all Arin needed to hear to understand.

They were both calmer after a while. Dan had spoken about ‘living in the moment’, and though the subject was heavy on their minds, Arin insisted he gave Dan a tour of The Cruiser. They finished up at the front window, next to Barry, who had to receive a full explanation from Dan yet again. Arin took control of the ship, Barry going off to calculate their next movements.

“Ninja Brian thinks we killed him.” Arin admitted, staring out at the surface of Earth once again. Dan snorted

“Are you kidding? Jeez, I knew the Samurai Abstinence Patrol was vicious, but…” He giggled, Arin turning his head quickly in confusion. “If anyone’s gonna kill anyone, it’s Ninja Brian himself, right?”

“How… do you know about us?” Arin didn’t seem tense, merely curious, perking up. Dan ran a hand through his own hair and chuckled softly.

“It’s a song I wrote for my band, Ninja Sex Party.” Dan grinned as he saw the excitement rise on Arin’s face. “Something like… ‘No sex until you’re married’, am I right?”

Arin nodded excitedly. “Oh my God, we exist in another universe?! That’s so cool!” He quickly looked back at the front window. “Damn… guess we’re trying to make a difference somewhere.” He smiled happily to himself.

The two stood in comfortable silence, watching the stars twinkle. Dan never thought he’d get to go to space – he knew Arin would be jealous, and their good friend Mark, too. Speaking of which…

“This is gonna be a little random, but…” Dan looked around the main hub of the ship with a hum. “Do you know a guy named Mark? Mark Fischbach? Or uhh… Markiplier?”

Arin looked back at Dan and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. He’s on the communications team for our crew, but it’s only me and Barry for the time being. We’re short-staffed for the summer – people got family to see, holidays and stuff…”

Dan felt a giddy smile come across him – he’s happy that there was at least one Mark that finally got to go to space.

Dan had a coughing fit back at the Grump Space bathroom, the sudden change in air quality throwing him off. He stood up and cleared his throat properly before wandering to see Arin. He found Suzy first, who was one of the only people at the offices.

“Welcome back, traveller.” Suzy smiled, patting the seat next to her. She’d been by herself for a while, it seemed, and needed the company. “Did you have a good trip?”

“I went to fuckin’ space!” Dan grinned. Suzy gasped, turning her whole chair to face Dan. They chattered for a good fifteen minutes, before it hit Dan that Arin wasn’t in his own office – the door was wide open.

“Where’s Arin? Is he okay? He was afraid, Suzy fiddling with the necklace around her neck.

“I don’t know.” She said. Never a good thing. “He was really quiet when you left. But I think he was like that anyway, right?” Dan nodded. “I tried talking to him, but he didn’t really want to. So, I went out, bought his favourite ice cream and gave him a huge tub of it.” She laughed nervously. “It seemed like a good idea at first, but I genuinely think he’s torn through the entire tub.” She’d felt bad for that; Suzy had only wanted to cheer Arin up, but she couldn’t know that Arin would use that as comfort food, or that it would make him feel worse. Dan listened sadly, standing up.

“He’s probably in the Grump Room. I’ll talk to him.” Dan waved to Suzy before heading over there. He was already scared for Arin. And after what he’d realised earlier, he was even more scared now.

Arin was curled up with a blanket and, of course, the now empty tub of ice cream. The room was dark, only illuminated by the light of their gaming screen, which was showing some kind of Mega Man game. Dan didn’t know which one – he wasn’t an expert, unlike Arin. Arin didn’t even hear him come in, staring at the screen as he fiddled lazily with the buttons on his controller.

“Hey big guy…” Dan slowly approached Arin, sitting at the other end of the couch. Arin jolted, looking at Dan in surprise.

“Shit, is it midnight already?” Arin seemed genuinely shocked, resting his controller to one side. Dan nodded, rubbing Arin’s arm as he tucked one leg under himself.

“Yeah, buddy. How long have you been locked up in here?” Dan asked, sliding his hand up to thread his fingers through Arin’s hair. Arin tilted his head ever so slightly, closing his eyes, enjoying the relaxing feeling of Dan’s touch.

“Since you went.” Arin admitted quietly. Dan just nodded, removing the empty plastic tub from between Arin’s thighs. Arin shifted slightly and sighed. “Sorry.”

“You don’t gotta apologise for that.” Dan responded just as quiet, putting the tub aside and out of sight. “I’m just glad I’m here now, y’know? I’m sorry I didn’t really bring it up earlier. I know this is gonna be a long conversation, and I wanted to be ready for it.” Dan explained. Arin looked confused, shifting so that he was propped up against the armrest of the couch.

“What do you mean?” Arin asked. Dan’s expression saddened. He rose to go to the door, putting up a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door (one they barely ever used when recording) and locking it. Arin watched him, only slightly terrified, and Dan returned to sit on the couch closer to Arin.

“Arin…” Dan started, clearing his throat. He had no idea how to approach this. He opened his mouth to continue, but Arin interrupted him almost immediately.

“What about today? Where’d you go? Who did you see? Was I super-smokin’ hot?” Arin grinned, obviously trying to change the subject. Dan just stared at Arin in disbelief.

“This is serious, Arin.” Dan shook his head. “Like… Like, real talk? But actual real talk.” Dan hoped that Arin would understand, and Arin seemed to just about, but something was holding him back about being totally serious with Dan. Was he hiding something?

“Did I do something wrong…?” Arin asked, his eyes a little wider. Dan quickly shook his head and reached across to hold onto Arin’s hand.

“No, no…” Dan squeezed Arin’s hand with a sad smile.

“Oh.” Arin looked at their hands, squeezing back. “Then, what’s up?”

Dan drew in a long, deep breath. This was definitely going to be a heavy conversation, and he wasn’t sure that he was ready for it. Maybe he wasn’t. But Arin was watching him expectantly, and if they didn’t talk about it soon…

“Arin, how are you feeling?” Dan watched the younger man’s reaction, studying every bit of body language he could recognise. Arin seemed to tense under Dan’s eye, itching at the back of his neck. A less-immediate response from Arin only made Dan worry more. “Okay, on a scale from like… one to ten, where the higher numbers are happier. If that’s easier?”

Arin took a moment to think, staring at the gaming screen in front of them. He never wanted to worry anyone, but Dan and everyone else back at the office seemed to be worried enough already, so he guessed he failed on that one.

“I don’t know.” Arin started, averting his eyes from Dan’s concerned stare. “I thought I was one of those people who, like, are always fine and shit. I’ve never had anything be so difficult.” Arin sniffed and looked back to Dan. Dan rubbed his thumb over the back of Dan’s hand.

“You don’t have to be fine. It’s okay not to be fine. Nobody can be fine all of the time. Then we’d be, like...:” Dan looked at the ceiling as he tried to come up with some sort of analogy. “Like Smiler from the Emoji Movie, you know?” To which Arin snorted at, snuggling into Dan’s chest as he rearranged himself on the couch.

“God, you’re just gonna bring up that, right here right now?” Arin giggled. Dan ruffled Arin’s hair with a short sigh and a smile.

“You know what I mean though, Ar.” Dan was running his fingers through Arin’s hair again. “I’m worried about you. Suzy’s worried, Ross is worried… pretty much everyone is.” Dan pouted and pressed a gentle kiss to Arin’s forehead. “You can talk to me… I’m not gonna tell anyone your personal shit if you don’t want me to.” And Arin understood that, with a quiet huff.

“I feel so lost…” Arin bit his lip. “Like everyone’s so far away, even when they’re right next to me.” He fiddled with the bottom of Dan’s t-shirt as he spoke. “Everyone’s got shit to do, and for once I haven’t really got anything worthwhile going for me.” He sighed, and Dan grew more concerned. What else was there? “It’s hard watching you go every time, to have the time of your life with someone who’s exactly me, but more interesting. Some guy with some purpose.” Arin pushed his forehead into Dan’s chest and groaned.

Dan was heartbroken. He hated hearing Arin talk so lowly of himself. He wrapped an arm around Arin’s waist and held him close.

“Arin… you’ve got plenty going for you. What about Grumps?” Dan spoke in a soft voice, being as caring and as understanding as he could. “What about your voice acting stuff? I promise you’ve got a purpose in life, even if you haven’t found out exactly what it is yet.” Dan lifted Arin’s head up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Arin kissed him back, pulling away with a soft sigh.

“I guess you’re right, then.” Arin was defeated. “I hate being left alone. It makes shit like this happen.” He scooted closer on the couch, until he was practically on top of Dan. Dan accepted, just making sure his arms were wrapped around Arin.

“I’m here now, it’s okay.” Dan rested his chin on Arin’s shoulder. “Things are gonna be okay.” And God, he hoped they would be.

After they’d managed to record a few episodes (it was about time!) the early hours of the morning were approaching, and though he knew it was a ridiculous time, Dan made the effort to text everyone at the office to ask them to keep an eye on Arin. He hated the idea of Arin feeling alone so much of the time, especially if it got him thinking negatively. The last thing anyone would want, worst-case scenario, would be losing a Grump.

Dan made the effort to drive Arin back to his own house, as Barry had gone back to Dan’s. He knew Suzy would take care of him, and Dan still needed some time to process what he’d heard earlier today.

Arin refused to be carried by Dan again, even when he was stumbling all over the place due to how tired he was. He hoped that Arin would get a decent amount of sleep tonight. But, when Arin finally realised he was going to his own place rather than Dan’s, he freaked out again.

“What if you’re not around tomorrow?” Arin was tense, Suzy quietly reaching over to link her hand with Arin’s. Dan didn’t know what to say. It was true; one day, he might be- well, God knows where! But Arin was so sure that having Dan close to him during the night, or staying up, would ensure that Dan didn’t disappear.

“I could crash in your spare room, if you really want me to.” Dan smiled softly. Arin was nodding quickly, Suzy also nodding by his side.

“I think that’d be best, then. I’m sure Arin has some pyjamas you can borrow if you need them. It’s cold tonight.” She walked further into the house, Arin following. Dan followed after them, a nervous feeling rising in his chest as he watched Arin. He was so worried for him, and yet he felt like there was nothing he could do.

That night, Suzy slept next to Arin, Dan taking the spare room – as planned. This time, it was Dan’s turn not to sleep; he was too busy thinking about all of the reasons why every Dan would disappear, and how badly it would hurt Arin for him to not be around. If Arin felt alone enough as it is… then, he really was worried for Arin if something happened.

Unfortunately, something awful was about to happen.

[littlecatlost1]

Who Killed Markiplier?: Day 2

Day 1

I kinda ran out of steam last night, so here are a few more observations I made about the first chapter.

I found out that I am the city’s district attorney. I knew there was something written on the invitation I hand over to the butler, but it moved too fast for me to make it out. It was driving me crazy, but I was finally able to freeze the video at just the right frame. “Y/N District Attorney” This explains why the mayor is so familiar with me and is happy to see me.

Mark is only seen twice before being found dead. At the beginning of the party sequence playing poker with the butler and the detective, and during the surveillance footage speaking to the detective.

Observations/Possible clues:

Detective Necrophilia: He is constantly pointing out the fact that someone, not him, took the body. That it must have happened while he was taking care of “personal business” which I don’t need to know about, but it definitely wasn’t him. Right...

He doesn’t trust the colonel.

He goes on to speculate on why everyone was gathered together. We were supposed to be celebrating something, but Mark never specified. Almost as if the whole thing was a rouse. Hmm...

He claims that he and Mark had been friends for years, but he’d been acting strange lately. He seems to have some kind of flashback while the screen goes monotone. He talks about it’s best to keep his enemies close, right before he tries to accuse me again.

He tells me knows exactly how Mark died while he was probing his anal cavity (ew!). Claiming that he was stabbed 37 times, poisoned, beaten, strangled, drowned and shot - in that order. How does he know all that? More importantly, how could he possibly know the exact order these events occurred? How could he get this very specific information just by sticking his fingers up Mark’s butt? Very suspicious.

When he takes me into Mark’s bedroom to look for clues, I noticed the white bathrobe hanging off a vase. The detective is seen wearing the same robe in the morning during chapter 1.

The Butler: When the fight breaks out, he’s upset when he discovers a broken vase.

The Chef: There may be some history between him and the colonel. During the fight, he called the colonel “private” and said he wasn’t his boss anymore, which the colonel did not take kindly.

The Colonel: This guy was strange in chapter 1, but now he’s straight up bizarre. He repeatedly appears and disappears out of nowhere. He pops up at the scene, claiming to be an expert on zombie hunting (as does the chef, oddly) and runs off to track down the “old bag of bones”. The butler points out the fact that he and Mark are the same age.

When the detective takes me into Mark’s bedroom to look for clues, there are three photographs. One shows Mark with the mayor, the colonel and an unknown woman with dark hair. They appear to be good friends and happy, though the third only shows Mark and the mayor. There’s a fourth photo face down and when turned over, turns out to be a photo of the colonel by himself. And the glass is smashed. He pops up just as I lower the picture, again out of nowhere, and he seems very tense and agitated. Didn’t like me looking at that?

He takes me on a trip around the mansion, pointing out that he wants to get me away from anyone else.

He tells me how he and the mayor are good friends and he once said the same about Mark, but he cuts it off there and tenses up angrily.

Things then turn into a ridiculous game of hide and go seek between the colonel and the mayor. He suddenly turns to the pool, I turn away for a second and he’s in a swimsuit and straw hat and jumps in. The mayor shows up looking for him and he disappears. As soon as the mayor leaves, he pops out of the pool and he’s back in his uniform. He does it again a few moments later when he runs off to see the golf course, the mayor just missing him yet again.

He confirms my suspicion that Mark wasn’t very kind to his employees. And he tries to pin the murder on the butler and the chef.

While talking to the mayor, a commotion is heard. We rush in and find the colonel and the detective pointing their guns at each other. It’s not clear who started this as each of them are pointing the finger at the other. The colonel claims that he was merely doing a bit of target practice. (Inside!?)

I discovered that the revolver seen in chapter 1 actually belongs to the colonel because the detective is now holding an automatic pistol. Just before the mistress appears, he boldly claims that this is “his home.”

The Mayor: After the colonel disappears for the second time, the mayor pulls me aside to voice his concerns. He’s suspicious of the detective and then goes on to speculate the murderer may be someone hidden, someone we haven’t seen yet.

The Mistress: Just as the fight between the colonel and the detective reaches a boiling point, a woman bursts through the front door. She shouts at them to stop and the video ends. This is undoubtedly the same dark-haired woman seen in the photo. I also spotted a piece of women’s lingerie in all the mess of Mark’s bedroom.

Jim 1 & Jim 2: These guys appear again in the Tumblr video. They observe the detective wandering outside the rear of the mansion. He repeatedly pulls up his gun, as if practicing for something.

Jim 1 mentions something about the detective’s former lover, Sasha, that he lost 23 years to this day.

He points out some animal hairs that were found on the scene and that they might be related. (Chica cameo?)

The detective then pulls out the pictures of his former partners and begins... kissing them? before dropping to his knees and weeping. The detective then appears to be spooked by something and runs off.

Apparently, there’s a whole clan of Jims.

These are a few theories, and just theories, until proven otherwise.

Is Mark really dead? The more I watch, the more I begin to wonder if Mark was actually murdered at all. I keep wondering if this is all just a big hoax concocted by Mark and that the detective may be in on it, possibly others. That surveillance footage between him and the detective keeps sticking out in my mind. It kinda looks like they were planning something and the way they talked about the butler and the chef, it's almost like they were lining them up to be the prime suspects. Even the detective points out that this may all be an elaborate rouse.

Then there's the fact that his body disappears as soon as everyone is out of the room. Did someone really steal the body or did Mark just stand up, ala Jigsaw, and hide somewhere in the mansion? And it seems so improbable that the detective would have such specific details about how Mark was killed.

Mark/The Mayor/The Colonel: The photos show that they were bosom buddies once. The mayor still considers him a good friend, but clearly there was a falling out with the colonel. Judging by how his portrait was found smashed. He can't even talk about Mark without becoming visibly angry. Were they fighting over this mystery woman?

Egos in disguise? There is a possibility that there are a couple of Mark's egos in the mansion, posing as regular people. The colonel. Oh, my lord, the colonel. He talks like Warfstache. He acts like Warfstache. He was proven to be the owner of the revolver, Warfstache's favorite weapon. No normal person can appear and disappear, not to mention randomly change outfits, all in the blink of an eye. And only Warfstache would pick such a ridiculous outfit. Is he trying to be a colonel or a 19th century big game hunter?

The mayor uses mannerisms and speaks in low tones that are very similar to Darkiplier. Even his name, Damian, a name often given to characters that are either evil or mean-spirited. It's been proven, by Mark's own words, that Darkiplier is very good at pretending to be human. Much more so than Warfstache, clearly.

Then there's Jim, the reporter. Switch the J for a B and I get Bim. Bim Trimmer. Maybe he failed as game show host and is trying to make it as a news reporter now.

I don't completely believe that the egos are secretly hiding amongst the guests and that they're all going pull their masks off near the end. There's also a good possibility these are all simply easter eggs that Mark put in just for fun.

[narutofoxlover]

A Fishy Dilemma: A MerJack AU Ch. 1

     Sean looked up at the tall building in front of him. He had gone back to college about a year ago to become a whale biologist. And now he was just a few months away from graduating. All he had to do now was take a month long internship at a job that pertained to his major. And so here he was in front of a marine research lab called the Aquatic Genome Research Organization. AGRO for short. Apparently the place specialized in isolating specific genome sequences in aquatic species for medicinal purposes. He took a deep breath before pushing the door open and going inside.

    He was greeted by a fairly nice lobby with a large fish tank full of exotic fish. A prim looking woman wearing glasses looked up at him from a desk. “Excuse me sir do you have an appointment?” She said, a look of disdain on her face when she saw his green hair. “Uh no.I’m supposed to start interning here today under Dr. Bunsen.” He replied. “Let me see your paperwork,” She sighed, clearly not in a good mood. He quickly handed her his papers, eager to get started and get far away from her. She sorted through them and tapped a few keys on her computer. “Alright everything’s in order. Please wait here while I get you a name tag. Another intern will be here shortly to take you to where you’ll be working,’” She said, getting up and going into another room off to the side. She came back out a few minutes later with a plastic clip-on name tag. She went back to her desk after handing it to him and he sat down on a chair to wait for the other intern

     A few minutes later he heard the elevator ding and a girl around his age stepped out. He was surprised to see that her bangs were dyed purple and the rest of her black hair had purple and blue streaks. Well at least he wouldn’t be the only one here with dyed hair. He watched as she tucked a strand of purple hair behind her ear before glancing around the room. She started walking his direction once she spotted him. “Hi.Sean W. McLaughlin right? You’ll be interning with me under Dr. Bunsen?” She questioned. “Yeah that’s me. But feel free to call me Jack,” He said, shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you Jack. Just follow me and I’ll take you to Dr. Bunsen’s lab. You’ll be needing a lab coat but since we don’t have one specifically for you yet you’ll have to borrow an extra one,” She said, smiling and leading him to the elevator.

    The stood in silence for a few moments as the elevator went down a few floors. “So, Jack. You wouldn’t happen to be Jacksepticeye would you?” She said somewhat nervously, trying to break the ice. Jack grinned. “I take it you’re a fan?” “Yeah. Been watching for about two years now. So what are you doing here?” She asked, kinda embarrassed. “Well you know the whole ‘whale biologist’ joke? I’m actually going to college to be one. Thought it might fun,” He replied. “Oh.Well that must be interesting. I’m here for extra credit on my zoology degree,” Sara said. “Whatcha studying zoology for?” Jack asked. “It’s a requirement for veterinarians if they want to work on exotic animals,” She replied. “Cool! So your gonna fix up injured animals? That’s really nice,” Jack said. “Thanks. Its been of dream of mine since fourth grade,” She said as the elevator doors opened.

    She lead him over to a locker room where extra lab coats were kept. “Just grab one that fits and clip your name tag on,” She said. Jack put one on and attached the name tag. “Now I look like Doctor Shneeplestein!” He joked, putting on the goofy accent. “Well come on Shneeple, your helping me deliver samples of serum the doctors are working on to the various workstations,” Sara said, laughing. He followed her over to a table covered in various vials and beakers full of strange liquids. “We’re handing out this serum today,” She said, pointing at a batch of beakers full of a glowing, green, goo-like, liquid. The shade of green kinda reminded him of the color of a septiceye. He helped her load the vials onto a cart and they started wheeling them over to the workstations.

    Awhile later a doctor asked them to take a vial over to Dr.Bunsen to take a look at. It had the same liquid as before but the doctor said they had been altering the formula. Sara was going to take it but Sean offered to deliver it for her. “Alright.Just be careful okay? There are some loose computer cables near Dr. Bunsen’s office and you do not wanna trip with that vial. Who knows what would happen if any of the serum got on you,” Sara cautioned. “I’ll be fine. I’m not that big of a clutz,” Jack said, brushing off her warning. Little did he know that, by not taking her warning seriously, he was setting himself up for a life altering accident.

    He whistled casually as he walked down the sterile, white hallway, following the signs to Dr. Bunsen’s office. As he drew near the office he walked past the computer lab. A cart of laptops was by the door and several cables lay on the floor by the cart, hanging off of the laptops. He wasn’t really paying attention as he walked over them and his foot got caught on one of the cables. He stumbled, losing his grip on the vial as he put his hands out to break his fall. The vial shattered on the floor and some of the thick liquid splashed on him. His right hand landed on some of the glass and gave him a deep laceration, some of the liquid getting into the wound.

   He quickly got to his feet, looking around to see if anyone had seen what happened. The halls were empty. He cleaned up the mess as fast as he could and went to the restroom to clean up his hand. He winced as he pulled out a shard of glass and rinsed out the bleeding cut. Yeah that was gonna need stitches. As he left the bathroom he ran right into Sara. He quickly tried to hide his hand behind his back but she saw the cut almost immediately, not to mention the green goo still splattered on his lab coat. “You tripped didn’t you? Ugh come on, let’s go patch up your hand,” She said, dragging him along to the medical bay. She sat him down on a cot and rummaged through some cupboards before pulling out a needle and some thread,as well as some disinfectant and gauze. The thread was the dissolvable kind typically used for stitches.

   "Uh wait shouldn’t I be going to the hospital to get my stitches?“ Jack said uncertainly. “I’m perfectly qualified. Stitching up a person is no different from stitching up a dog. Besides, the nearest hospital is an hour away and that gash should be dealt with right away. The longer it’s open the more likely it is to get exposed to infectious bacteria,” Sara explained, pulling up a chair so she could sit in front of him. “If you say so,“Jack said. She seemed to be pretty knowledgeable about this so he would take her word for it.

  "Alright now this is gonna sting okay? And we don’t have anything to numb you up so you will feel it when I start stitching. So try to be still and concentrate on something else,” She said as she doused some gauze in disinfectant. Sean winced as she dabbed gently at the cut. He watched her closely with his piercing blue eyes as she threaded the needle. He glanced at the floor, concentrating on cake and cookies as she started stitching him up. He saw her pants legs had ridden up slightly and was surprised to see a ton of scars on her legs, especially the right one. No wonder she knew so much about this. He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to her to have caused them.

    He was startled by Sara suddenly speaking up. “You don’t have to stare you know. You can just ask. I’ve gotten used to people’s curiosity,” She said, finishing up the last stitch. Jack looked away, embarrassed that he was caught staring. “What happened to your legs?” He finally asked, curiosity getting the better of him. “Got hit by a truck in the crosswalk on the way to school back in eleventh grade. Ended up in the hospital for nearly two months. Not the first time I’ve been to the hospital for something serious and it wasn’t the last either. I’m practically a walking medical disaster. My family jokes that I’ve been poked with needles so much that I have the veins of a druggie,” She said, joking a bit to lighten the mood.

   "Wow. I’m so sorry,“ Jack said, not sure what to say. Sara shrugged. "Eh you get used to it. My medical history would put Markiplier’s to shame. And he’s been through a lot too,” She said. “So you watch Mark too huh?” He said, trying to change the subject. “Yeah. I came across you first though. It was after seeing him in a couple of your vids that I started watching him,” She replied. “Huh. Usually it’s the other way around,” Jack said, surprised. Sara put some gauze over the stitches and wrapped his hand up. “You should leave that on for a few days and change the wrapping every twenty four hours so it doesn’t get infected,” She said. Jack nodded.

    The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, other than Dr. Bunsen telling him to let them know if he started experiencing anything odd so they could make sure the serum didn’t do anything to him. He recorded a couple videos after getting home and sent them off the Robin before heading to bed. That night he had a strange dream about the ocean. When he got up in the morning his hand itched like crazy. He went into the bathroom and carefully unwrapped the bandages. He was startled to see that the gash was already starting to knit itself back together. The small amount of new skin was kinda bumpy and had a slight sheen to it.

   He figured his eyes were probably just playing tricks on him, taking a shower before he wrapped his hand back up again. He felt strangely rejuvenated after the shower, almost as if the water had breathed new energy into him. He scrolled through his Twitter as he sat down for his morning coffee. He smiled when he saw Sara had messaged him, she had told him her Twitter account so they could chat when not at the facility. ‘Morning!You feeling okay today?‘ Was her message.’ Yeah fine. Better than fine actually. Thanks for asking.' He messaged back. When he finished his coffee he grabbed his now goo free lab coat from the dryer and headed to AGRO.

    Things were going pretty good. He helped Sara with her tasks and they had a few good laughs. They ended up eating together during their lunch break. Around two o'clock though he started to feel a little woozy. And his hand was itching something fierce again. The dizziness and nausea eventually got so bad that he had to excuse himself and go the restroom. He leaned up against the sink for support, waiting for the room to stop spinning. Getting tired of the incessant itch in his hand he tore the bandages off, the stitches coming off with the gauze. He stared at his hand in shock. The gash was completely gone. And in it’s place was a thin layer of gleaming green and blue scales.

    He quickly pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. Ow! Nope, definitely not dreaming. He stared closely at his hand, inspecting it carefully under the light. Did that serum do this? He swayed as another bout of dizziness hit him. Ugh what was going on? He was about to leave the bathroom to try and get help when his legs went completely numb, falling out from beneath him. He cried out in pain when his head smacked against the tile floor. His vision was getting hazy when he heard someone calling his name.

    “Jack? You okay in there? Jack? Come on answer me! Sean!?” He heard Sara shout worriedly. He called out weakly before slumping against the floor, suddenly exhausted. His whole body felt numb and tingly. He couldn’t bring himself to look when Sara burst into the room. “Oh my God! Sean!” She cried before hurrying over and kneeling down beside him. She grabbed his head in her hands and turned it so he was facing her. His eyelids felt heavy and he struggled to stay awake. “No, no, no! Stay awake Sean! Help is coming! Just stay awake!” She said, getting increasingly worried.

  When she started to cry he weakly lifted his hand and brushed the tears away. She stared into his eyes and he watched as several different emotions flickered through them. He was too tired to recognize the specific emotions. His eyesight grew increasingly dark and after a few minutes he finally blacked out to the sound of people rushing into the room. He felt like he was floating in a dark, endless ocean, drifting to and fro on the waves. The feeling soothed him as his last bits of consciousness faded away.

(( @magic-marvin-protection-patrol @chase-brody-protection-squad @ego-protection-squad ))

Next chapter: https://narutofoxlover.tumblr.com/post/164432061781/a-fishy-dilemma-merjack-au-ch-2

[easteregg316]

On “Who Killed Markiplier? - Chapter 3″

Back at it again, to talk about today’s Who Killed @markiplier​ episode!

Seer/Selene(?)

She’s quite the odd one, isn’t she? One of the first things that grab my attention is that she appears at the house in the first place. She never stated her reason for being there in the first place.

From what I can tell, The Butler, The Chef, and The Detective don’t seem recognize who Selene. The Colonel and Damien are the only two people that call her by name. A little more on that later. 

She was clearly somewhat close to Mark, but the fact that she brushes it off quickly and instantly begins to investigate by means of the supernatural makes me wonder if she really did only just find out about this.

During her ritual, she seems very insistent in making you do it, even demanding that you continue after you stop. For what reason, I’m not sure. She also mentions the phrase “Keep your enemies close,” which makes this the second time we’ve heard it said. This can be a potential connection to the murder *glorious thunder*.

The Groundskeeper (George)

He doesn’t seem to be suspicious, but he does seem to know more than he’s letting on. He isn’t very interested in Mark or his death, saying that “some employers die, some don’t.” Whatever it was that caused the house to start lighting up...George clearly knows all about it, and implies that that has happened before. 

He does seem to be a character that breaks the fourth wall, but nothing has shown it specifically (Reminds me of Gerson from Undertale).

Something very, very curious about him, however:

There is no lightning when he says “murder”.

The Detective

When everyone is gathered at the table after Selene arrives, something very alarming comes out of the Detective’s mouth:

“Oh, believe you me, I’ll be keeping a close eye on every single one of you.”

Flashback to “Markiplier TV”. When Warfstache is trying to sell the show to all of Markiplier’s egos, he says the phrase, “Trust you me.”

That’s a Warfstache allusion if I’ve ever heard one. 

When watching “SUSPECT WITH A SHOOTY?!” yesterday, I was considering the possibility that The Detective might be in on this whole Warfstache and Darkiplier shenanigan. This only crossed my mind for a moment when I saw that The Detective had been messing around with his gun outside, holding it up like if he was going to threaten someone. It gave me the thought that maybe the incident with The Colonel was staged. After hearing The Detective say that Warfstache line, I thought I should bring it up.

This could possibly interfere with the whole Alter Ego theory, but maybe not. Just thought I’d mention it.

Darkiplier, Warfstache, and the Makeup Artist

As I mentioned before, only Damien and The Colonel knew who Selene was. I find it rather curious that it is them two who recognize her, considering that Pam is playing her character. Let me explain.

If you go back to “A Date with Markiplier”, the fourth wall is broken quite a bit--specifically by Darkiplier, Warfstache, and Mark himself. In the Meta Ending, Mark is merely an actor, and Pam plays as his makeup artist. 

What am I getting at? Simply that those three characters know each other, and that all three have broken the fourth wall before.

In the episode itself, Selene mentions “dark powers” being involved with the death of Mark. Dark? Darkiplier? No...? Okay, it was worth a shot.

When you go outside to talk to George, Damien insists on staying inside with Selene. Selene, being independent for reasons unknown, says that she doesn’t need anyone to stay with her, but after Damien practically yells a reminder that Mark was dead, she agreed.

I’m not sure if it was just the acting, but that exchange felt a little dry, as if Damien and Selene were simply pretending to care about Mark. If I’m being honest, I think that Damien was just trying to tell Selene that he needed to talk to her about something. Something that may be connected to the whole “lighting up of the house” thing. They were the only two people in the house besides The Colonel, and even he looked confused when you came to investigate it.

Also, in the “memories” in the ritual that Selene performs, every single one is centered on the Colonel or Damien (although Damien’s only in one).

The Colonel

Something in those ritual memories really grabbed my attention, and I’m embarrassed that I missed it the first time around.

When The Colonel and The Detective were facing off in Episode 2, The Colonel made an interesting comment at the very end of the video:

“I will not be called a murderer in my own home!”

There are two possibilities that I can come up with for this:

1. Mark isn’t actually dead. Notice that the Colonel was the only one that wasn’t in the same room when Mark was found dead, and the body disappeared not much later. The Colonel may very well be Mark. 

This may also explain why The Colonel doesn’t want anyone to investigate the death--his real identity may be revealed. Remember that he was also seemingly trying to kill the Detective in Episode 2.

2. Mark and The Colonel simply live in the same home, which I doubt. They might be married.

EDIT: HUGE SHOUTOUT TO @creative-chaos-in-my-head for pointing out the following:

“The way he [the Colonel] got all excited and nostalgic about the pool (they left it unchanged or something similar, he says before jumping in) and the golf yard let me think that it used to be his home. Emphasis on past tense. It would also explain some more of his exceptionally deep disdain of Mark if Mark lives in a manor he can no longer afford/was forced to leave/is not living in anymore for whatever reasons.”

This would also explain the exchange between The Colonel and The Chef in Episode 2:

Chef: “Besides, you’re not my boss anymore!” (to the Colonel)

This is probably the most likely answer, as it explains pretty much everything that I was unsure about, but hey, my theories are pretty cool, too. 

(But thank you again for pointing it out <3)

My Theory on The Butler

This episode didn’t seem to give any more evidence to pin on The Butler, but he really is the only one that has a reason to kill Mark. 

Like I said before, even if Damien and The Colonel are Darkiplier and Warfstache, that still doesn’t explain why Mark was killed. The Butler really is the only one right now that has the most reason to kill him.

I watched “DEMONS JIM, DEMONS”, but didn’t find much in them aside from a lot of Jim and a lot of laughs. So, nothing from that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. 

As always, thanks for reading this long spiel, and me know if I missed anything or if you want me to consider any other theories!

I will return whenever something new comes out :)

[kurobizzlewrites]

Leaps of Faith

Chapter 2 - Worth Fighting For

Fandom: YouTube RPF/Markiplier (with hints of Five Nights at Freddy’s)

Pairing: Mark Fischbach x Reader

Story Summary: You’re a multi-universe jumping secret agent, specializing in video game universes and out to prove you’re more than just a legacy. He’s a famous YouTube star who’s assigned to be your new partner thanks to his expertise in the horror game genre. You don’t know what’s worse: putting your trust in this weird dork or falling in love with him.

Genres: In-game reality, AU, romance (specifically ‘rivals to friends to lovers’), comedy, action-adventure, & horror

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Chapter Summary: You try to convince Mark that working with you would be the worst thing ever. As usual, nothing goes according to plan.

Warnings: Swearing, explicit language, reader acting like a dick, mention of maybe child death

Words: 2665

A/N: Let’s keep the ball rolling with another new and improved chapter. Again, if you wanna read the all the chapters I have so far (all are going under revision, especially you chapter 3), then click here. Otherwise, continue on my wayward folks. Special thanks to @angelwrote to being sweet and lovely and ugh you’re the best Ange

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Not to toot your own horn but you had always considered yourself a badass. You’ve dealt with drug dealers, Nazis, zombies, Nazi Zombies, aliens, and even dragons thanks to your line of work so you had quite the resume to back your confidence up. That’s why it was such a blow to your pride when you went to such lengths to avoid one measly guy. It wasn’t out of fear; there was no way you could be scared of Mark Fischbach. No, you avoided him because he made you feel things. Gross things. Like guilt. And a bit of shame.

The first day after you had discovered your terrible luck of being his neighbor, you did all you could to show how horrible of a partner you would be. You gave him dirty looks, cold shoulders, and distanced yourself as much as possible whenever you came across him inside and outside your building (which was surprisingly a lot). But every time you walked by with your most intimidating stare, Mark would always reply with a cheery smile and a wave.

Where was the apprehension? The anger? You were acting like complete dick to him, weren’t you? Dammit, he was making you question the intimidation skills you took so long to perfect. Plus, he was making you feel super guilty for doing all this. You never felt guilty! How dare he!

When your first plan ended up in failure, you decided to go with a different idea: never make contact with him ever again. Maybe if you avoided him long enough, he would forget about alternate realities and secret organizations long enough for you to find a more suitable partner. However, taking this course of action resulted in you staying at your office much longer than most of your co-workers, busying yourself with a variety of work. When not jumping to different universes, you were usually tasked with paperwork. Most of it involved research into what games were trending now and charting them out on fancy graphs or figuring out what Beta Universes had to be maintained in order to stop any negative bleeds from coming in. You also took some time to look into your first big assignment since your relocation by playing through the game. And boy, did Chuck really nail it in the head.

This game was terrifying.

It wasn’t the monsters or the atmosphere of playing inside a haunted children’s restaurant that scared you (they were just creepy at best). What got to you the most was the waiting. The game kept you on the edge of your seat as you waited for the clock to hit 6 AM, the only things protecting you from murderous animatronics were a flashlight and a bunch of cameras. You also kept flinching at those stupid jumpscares, especially when it was that dumb puppet. It almost made playing at your cubicle rather embarrassing but it was a thousand times better playing with a bunch of people around you than at your apartment by yourself.

Tonight, you stayed even longer than expected since you were completely engrossed with defeating the final night. A crowd had gathered around your cubicle to watch you play with many of them shouting or screeching whenever they saw any sign of Freddy or his friends. Eventually, you completed the final night after your 21st try, earning you a round of applause from your co-workers. You coolly brushed off the pride but couldn’t help the blush dusting your face as you waved good-bye to the people that remained at the office. By the time you stepped out of the building, the full moon was already overhead. You caught the next bus home and successfully snuck up to your apartment without any incident, practically giddy with your success-filled evening. Your mood did a complete 180 the moment you opened your refrigerator door to find nothing inside.

When was the last time you went grocery shopping? You thought back to previous dinners from the last few nights and remembered that you’d been ordering take-out. A glance at your garbage confirmed this as your stomach began to growl. It was probably too late to have anything delivered from a decent restaurant so you begrudgingly settled on going to one of those 24-hour fast food places close by. Sighing sadly to yourself, you dragged your feet out your apartment and began to lock the door behind you when a delicious smell drifted under your nose. You quickly spun around to find the source of the smell only to make accidental eye contact with Mark.

Fuck.

“Uh, hey.” You ended up greeting awkwardly despite yourself.

“Hey there.” Mark casually greeted back as he pulled out his keys. “Going out?”

“Yeah, I need to find dinner…” Your eyes drifted to the plastic bag hanging from his hand and your mouth began to water without warning. Mark followed your gaze and soon let out a chuckle when he put two and two together.

“Want some? I always order a lot so I can have leftovers later but you’re welcome to have that share.” He offered. You looked back up at him in surprise. Was he serious? For a few moments, your eyes traveled back and forth between Mark and his plastic bag of goodies as you sorted out the pros and cons of this decision. If you took him up on his offer, you would end up talking to him, something you really didn’t want to do for a number of reasons. One of them was because you’d be playing right into Evangeline’s hands about socializing with people outside of work. You also didn’t want to remind him about the job offer or be bombarded by questions about the position or alternate realities. But on the other hand, you might be able to convince him that the consultant position was not worth his life (or yours). And dammit, you really wanted to eat whatever he bought. It smelled too good to pass up.

“Okay,” you finally answered, “I’ll join you for dinner. But only because I don’t want to wait forever for the bus.” Mark perked up and grinned a toothy grin.

“Great! Come on in!” He exclaimed as he unlocked his door and held it open for you. You headed inside, your stomach leading the way and found his apartment almost an exact replica of yours, save for his furniture choices and personal belongings. Mark closed the door and placed the bag on the coffee table in the middle of the room.

“Just take a seat on the couch. Want anything to drink?” He asked as he headed over to the kitchen.

“A water is fine.” You replied back, taking a seat along the edge of the couch. There was no way you could relax here, no matter how hungry you were. You had no idea what his deal was or why he would invite someone he barely knew into his home. No one was that trusting.

Minutes later, Mark came back with two cups in his hands and set them on the table before plopping down beside you. “Now let’s see…” He mumbled as he pulled the plastic towards him and dug inside. “Do you want teriyaki chicken or sweet and sour pork?”

“Whatever you don’t want, I guess?” You answered with a shrug. Giving him first pick was the least you could do. You watched as he looked at both containers before handing one over to you along with a pair of chopsticks. “You know how to use these, right?”

“Of course, it’s not like I’ve never had Chinese food before.” You responded with a light glare as you accepted the food and utensil.

“Hey, how should I know? I don’t know anything about you.”

“Why don’t we keep it that way?” You immediately regretted those words and quickly glanced up to see his reaction. Mark had turned his attention to opening his food but couldn’t hide the hurt look on his face. You bit the inside of your cheek, the familiar feeling of guilt rearing its ugly head.

“Sorry, I’m just not one for personal conversations, ya know? I really do appreciate this so… thanks.” You weren’t sure if you sounded as sincere as you felt but once you saw his lips turn up into a small smile, you let out a sigh of relief.

“It’s fine, I get it. You should hurry up before your food gets cold.”

“Oh, right.” It was a bit hard to eat with the tense, awkward silence surrounding the two of you but you somehow managed. About halfway through your container, Mark finally had the bright idea to drown the silence out with some mindless television as he grabbed the remote and turned on his flat screen.

“What do you wanna watch?” He asked as he flipped through channels. You were going to reply with a ‘whatever’ when you saw a flash of something familiar between channel flips.

“Wait, go back.” Mark complied and flipped back to the previous channel where a red-haired anchorwoman was reading the news.

“-has been missing for about 48 hours. Mackenzie is the second child that has gone missing this past week, the first being Carter Adams.” Two pictures appeared on the screen, one of a little girl in braided pigtails and the other a little boy with a dimpled grin.

“Shit.” You cursed as you placed your dinner on the table, your appetite long gone. Two kids already? The game had only been out for a couple of days.

“What’s wrong?” Mark asked but turned his attention back to the news when the woman continued to speak.

“Just like Carter, Mackenzie was last seen leaving a local pizzeria with her friends but never made it home but police have made no connections between the restaurant and the missing children.” You saw the color drain from Mark’s face as he too dropped his food on the table when a picture of the said pizzeria came up.

“No… it can’t be.” He whispered in disbelief.

“It is.” You replied solemnly. “It’s not an exact replica but it’s definitely an effect from a bleed.” Although the name of the restaurant was blurred out, you could still make out the silhouette of a bear hanging above the sign.

“So, there’s a bleed coming from the Five Night’s at Freddy’s universe?!” Mark practically screeched, seconds away from a major freak out.

“Yeah, it’s all thanks to that stupid sequel. Or prequel, or whatever it’s supposed to be.” You answered, digging into your pocket to fish out your phone. You had to call Evangeline and see if she knew about this.

“No one’s gone through the game and put up the walls or whatever they’re called?”

“Everyone who’s tried is dead. I’m supposed to be the next Agent to give it a go but Evangeline is still screening potential partners for me. Won’t let me go without one.”

“Then I’ve made my decision. I’ll be your partner.” You fingers stopped moving as your body went cold. You spun around and faced a determined-looking Mark.

“Hell no you’re not.”

“Look, I might not have the training but I know this game inside and out. I can hel-”

“No, you can’t!” You snarled, making the dark-haired man flinch but he quickly collected himself and steeled his gaze to match yours.

“What is your deal? What is it that you don’t like about me? My face? My attitude?”

“Everything.”

“Yeah? Then why the hell are you here? If you really hated me, you wouldn’t have stepped foot inside my apartment, much less accept my peace offering.”

“I…” Your anger began to subside in the face of Mark’s logic as an embarrassed blush creeped onto your face. Dammit. You let out a long sigh, releasing not only air but a good amount of your rage, leaving you an exhausted lump.

“Fine, I don’t hate you okay?” You admitted, looking down at your hands as the guilt you had locked away took over. “I was just trying to make it harder for you so you wouldn’t accept the job. I don’t need someone dragging me down.”

“I beat the game, I know how it works.” Mark stated, his tone softer than before. Probably backing down now that you weren’t growling at him.

“I’m sure you do, you wouldn’t have been sought after by my boss. But this is a life or death situation and I don’t know if I can trust someone who’s never been out in the field, especially if that said someone just recently learned about all this crazy shit.” Silence followed soon after and you glanced up after a few moments to read Mark’s face. The mixture of emotions made it hard to pinpoint what exactly he was thinking but you could tell that he was torn up about this. Finally, he began to speak.

“I feel responsible for what happened to those kids.” He confessed in a soft voice. You raised an eyebrow, not expecting that to come out of his mouth.

“What are you talking about?”

“I helped spread word about the game through my videos.” He explained as he rubbed the back of his neck, a pained expression on his face. “I uploaded the last one yesterday and I’m pretty sure they’ve all reached about two million views by now. Dammit!” You jumped when his fists suddenly slammed against the coffee table as Mark’s face contorted from guilt to anger.

“There’s nothing I can do here! No one would believe me if I went to the cops so the only way I can stop any more kids from getting kidnapped and possibly killed is if you let me go with you to that universe!” His eyes bore straight into yours, the fury clearly shining through before they slowly turned into desperation after a few moments.

“[Name], I promise I won’t drag you down. I’ll listen to whatever you say and do whatever training I need to do so please, let me help.” You looked at Mark for a good long while, studying every inch of his face with your trained eyes. You were searching for some kind of crack, a lie beneath his anguish but you couldn’t find anything. He was truly shaken up by the fates of those two kids, no, two complete strangers, and seemed determined to make things right. To do so much for someone he didn’t know…

It was fucking inspiring.

You haven’t met anyone, in or out of the Agency, who would jump into danger for someone they didn’t know in a long time. Chuck was onto something when picking this guy for the position. Maybe you could trust him, just a little bit.

“7 AM.” You finally announced as you stood up.

“What?”

“We’ll leave here at 7 AM for the office so we could start on your training. You need to at least get used to universe jumping before we go face Freddy and his gang.” You ignored Mark’s bumbling as you started for his door but stopped short when he called out to you.

“Wait! Does that mean…?” You glanced over your shoulder and gave him an even look.

“Yeah, I’ll take you as my partner. But remember, you made me a promise. And I hate people who break their promises.” Mark blinked, probably surprised over your change of heart, before giving you the brightest, sincerest smile you had ever seen.

“I won’t let you down.” He replied warmly and you felt your breath hitch just the tiniest bit. You brushed away your strange reaction and gave Mark a simple nod.

“Good. See you tomorrow.” You walked out of his apartment, hearing his good-bye just as you closed the door behind you. As you crossed the hallway to your door, you placed a hand over your chest, feeling it’s quickened pace beneath your shirt and skin. You furrowed your brow in confusion as you headed inside.

What the hell was that?

[enderoftheend]

5 Things Thing

Tagged by the one and only @five-foot-a-b1tch​! (I’m stealing your number symbols, they look fancy.)

5 things I keep in my bag ① Laptop: Windows 10 Acer laptop in prime breaking down condition! This thing is a few years old. I hope it lasts until I get a new one, lol. I’m a bit attached to it, though... I have fond memories of me playing games in class when I’m supposed to be working. (I’m a high school student, okay? It’s what we all do.) ② 3DS XL: Okay, not ALL the time, but... I do bring it a lot. I take my Pokemon very seriously. All I need to do to have caught ‘em all is to finish the Alolan Dex and then gotten a Diancie. One day, I’ll be a real Pokemon master... ③  Sketchbook: I try not to think about the fact that it has my sister’s ex boyfriend’s name on it. I’m pretty sure it was his when he was in year 9 art, but... he left it here, so yoink. ④ Books: Lots of books. My bag is heavy... ⑤ Laptop charger: The battery on my laptop is warped, so the charger is like a lifeline for it. Well, it has crappy battery life, basically.

5 things I keep in my room ① Birb statues: My dad bought them for me. One of them is a macaw that’s drilled into my wall. The other is a bald eagle that’s sat on my shelf... my bird sits on the eagle, sometimes. He has no fear. ② Plush animals: Most of them are different types of birds... I have an elephant, cheetah and Fennekin one as well though. I also have a really old robotic cat toy, which has been out of battery since forever. It’s furry, though... and again, my bird likes to sit on it. I’m still a kid, so I have a bald eagle plush that I still sleep with. I love bald eagles, y’know? They’re my favourite animal. ③ Assassin’s Creed Special Edition boxes: More specifically, the Notre Dame edition of Unity and the Buccaneer edition of Black Flag. I used to be obsessed with Assassin’s Creed, but now my love for it is more nostalgia for how much I used to enjoy it. I still stand by my opinion that Connor’s the best character, though. ④ Merchandise: Of the Attack on Titan and Undertale variety. I have a Survey Corps uniform, and though... poorly made, I still very much so enjoy it, because I’m a freakin’ nerd. The Undertale merch I got a few days ago from Fangamer. It came with two shirts, one of which is too big for me, but that’s not gonna stop me from wearing it. ⑤ Feather box: I collect feathers. Most of the feathers I have in there are from my bird, since he’s... usually the bird at closest proximity to me in most hours of the day.

5 things I’ve always wanted to do with my life (oh god) ① Concept Art: Getting the obvious stuff out of the way. I enjoy digital painting moreso than doing lined art. It’s just fun to work with colours and lighting and shapes more freely. ② Animate: Probably not gonna happen... especially compared to my art skills, my animation skills are subpar (I know because I tried, I have a YouTube channel with crappy WMM animations in it), and I’m not patient enough to spend days upon days animating a 5-minute video. I have immense respect for animators. Not to mention, every good animation program costs like $500??? What the hell???? ③ YouTube personality: Again, probably never gonna happen, but I want to feel important to a wide range of people. ④ Make a game: It’s not just Undertale that makes me like Toby... Everything he says and does inspires me in some way. He’s my biggest role model at the moment, and I’ve had an idea for an original story for quite a bit. What made me sure that I wanted to do this eventually was a quote he had on his (inactive) Tumblr, when Undertale had its first Birthday. ⑤ Cosplay: Yes. 5 things I’m into  ① Attack on Titan: AoT AoT AoT AoT AoT (it’s always been my most favourite thing ever. I have a place in my heart specially dedicated to it.) ② Undertale: Coming second only to Attack on Titan. I love this game so, so much. I joined the fandom a little late but was immediately charmed by the game the moment I met Flowey. It didn’t take me long to start obsessing over it... by the time I stepped out of the Ruins, I already lost myself to this world. Look at me now. Haha. Ha. ③ osu!: osu! is an Australian-made rhythm game where you click the circles... to the beat. (No, it’s not Japanese, like I initially thought it was. It was actually made by some guy in Perth.) I’ve only been playing for about 9 months and I’m ranked 46k globally out of over 9 million players. Something about seeing you grow out your skill in such a short amount of time is so rewarding. It’s great for improving stamina in my arms (which I’ve always had trouble with, thanks to a certain disability that I was born with) and perhaps the greatest thing about this game is the culture surrounding it. There’s kind of a poetic balance between beauty and elegance, intenseness and frustration, and just... utter weirdness. I love it. ④ Touhou Project: I only recently got into it, but boy, did I get sucked into it. It’s just so damn difficult that it’s impossible not to play it over and over. And, I’ve watched Memories of Phantasm, the fanmade anime... the only good thing about it is the animation quality. And that’s not just me complaining like a hipster... it actually sucks so badly it’s funny. My favourite character is Cirno, in case anyone’s curious. ⑤ Warriors: The one and only book series that I actively follow. The writing’s horrendous in some books, but I love the ideas in it anyway. Plus, Jayfeather is to live for. My favourite book would be either Bluestar’s Prophecy, which was the first book I’ve ever read, Tallstar’s Revenge, which made me shed a manly tear at the end, or Path of Stars, which ACTUALLY made me cry, because that death scene was so emotional. I loved Gray Wing, man...

5 things on my to-do list ① Improve my art: ok. ② Get on top of my schedule: I swear I love my comics... ③ Catch ‘em all: You don’t get it... I take my Pokemon VERY seriously. ④ Actually beat Touhou 6: IT’S. HARD. ⑤ Become a 4-digit player on osu!: Because the community gives 5-digit players like me enough smack for being mediocre... 5 things you may not know about me ① Well, I guess you know NOW, but I was born with a disability. Low muscle tone, AKA Hypotonia. It’s not actually that bad, I think... it does get in the way, but it’s liveable with. ② My earliest memories involved me being a selective mute. This was when I was 4 years old. I only felt comfortable talking at home, and even then I didn’t do it much. I also had OCD, apparently, which I think I can remember a little bit of at the back of my mind. Not too sure, though. ③ I like flowers. For symbolism, partly. But picking flowers has a sort of childish innocence that appeals to me, as well. I don’t think I have a favourite flower. ④ I interacted with Markiplier before I knew who he was... Everyone else on the server at the time knew, though. I was one of the few people on who was very confused. My exact thoughts were, “Who the Hell is this loser?” I was like... 12 or 13, maybe? It was back when he still played Minecraft. And I’m preetty damn sure it wasn’t a fake, seeming as I recall him typing in the chat with words that correlated exactly to what he recorded on his first episode of Drunk Minecraft. I didn’t say anything until after he finished recording and hung out for a bit because I practically just got on the server. ⑤ I’m half Italian. Have you ever been to an Italian Christmas family reunion at midnight? Because I have. It’s loud.

[ny-writes]

that hot chocolate thing

okay. i watched markipliers “hot chocolate hot tub” video and a really specific part of it made me say hmm but what if it was mine and @afrightenedmouse​‘s characters (kaiuin is mine and xiskia is theirs) and what if they did the kiss

so i wrote it!

kaiuin/xiskia (xiskia is not mine, as mentioned above), kismesprits (but like, the beginning of their relationship)

fluff. this is just fluff. i also HIGHLY suspect that xiskia is ooc. kaiuin is kinda ooc too which is ridiculous he’s literally my character

also this is from the same universe as the alex/aries shit i’ve posted, and in that universe, for some reason we (husk and i) have yet to explore, homestuck trolls just like live on earth with humans. kai and xi are trolls. it is mentioned a couple times but probably not made very clear unless you’re into homestuck.

Kaiuin often found himself falling down fluffbeastholes on YouTube, and so it wasn't that unusual when he clicked on the next video that seemed interesting: "HOT CHOCOLATE HOT TUB" looked like it would be funny.

Oh, how right he was. He found it hilarious, but even more than he wanted to watch it again, he realized he wanted to do it. He wanted to make a hot chocolate hot tub - or at least a hot chocolate tub. Almost as soon as the video stopped, he was picking up his phone and tapping out Xiskia's number. The phone rang once, then twice, and finally, a groggy-sounding voice answered.

"It's three in the morning," he opened, and Kaiuin just laughed, which surely wasn't making his friend any happier about the situation.

He and Xiskia - or Xi, or Ski, or Kia - were in a complex stage in their friendship. If he had to describe it he would say they were hatefriends, but they didn't have an ausipce nor did either of them recognize it to their friends, mutual or otherwise. "How astute," Kaiuin answered. "I just watched a video on youtube, and now I have a really good idea."

"No idea you've ever had at three in the morning has been very good," Xiskia snapped. Kaiuin could practically hear his frown.

"Of course it has. All of my ideas are good ideas. I need to use your bathtub; I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

The phone clicked as his friend hung up, but Kaiuin knew that that was acceptance, so he threw on a pair of swim trunks and a tank top and hopped in his car. His first stop was the grocery store. While in the video they had used individual packets of hot chocolate, he knew that it could be bought in larger tubs.

Three tucked under his arm, he checked out and made his way to Xi's house. The door was unlocked, so he walked in without knocking. rude, perhaps, but his goal was to get under the other troll's skin. "I'm here," he finally called, and was greeted by the sight of Xiskia in a bathrobe, stepping out of his bathroom, and his brain stopped functioning for a moment.

He wasn't sure what the hell was causing that. He had seen his friend in shorts before, had seen so much more exposed grey skin than this, but he decided to put it out of his mind as he stepped forward, nearly pushing Xiskia out of the way to set the three containers full of hot chocolate powder on the counter. "Get the water hot - like, really hot; this is gonna be gross if it's lukewarm," he directed, and tried desperately not to overthink the way Xiskia pressed into his back a little when he walked by to start the tub. It was larger than a standard tub, enough for two people to fit comfortably if they were okay with touching a lot.

"I don't think you've explained what exactly's happening here," Xiskia started, "but I think I've got enough of the picture from context. I'm going to go find some swimwear."

Kaiuin just nodded, already working on opening the tubs and peeling away the layer of foil that sealed them. The other troll was gone again, having disappeared into the hallway, so he checked the water until he deemed it hot enough and then closed the drain and dumped all three containers of mix into the bottom of the tub. It would probably be a little easier to mix if he did it while the water was running.

At some point, Xiskia had reentered the room, but now he had several cans of whipped cream and Kaiuin decided if he dug too far into why the man had so much whipped cream on hand, he would drown in jealousy, so he didn't and just affectionately bumped into his arm when he was joined by the edge of the bath.

"This is gonna be rad, man, we're gonna have a hot chocolate hot tub," Kaiuin said, trying to fight his laughter.

Xiskia didn't seem so amused at the concept, but he also seemed a little confused, so while the tub was filling, the indigoblood pulled the video up on his phone and showed it to him until he was laughing. "Okay, maybe this won't be terrible," he conceded, but he still didn't help with any stirring, instead choosing to sit on the toilet, seat down, and watch the rest of the video.

"I told you it would be great," Kaiuin laughed, finally turning the faucet off and standing straight. In a split second, he had his top off and was climbing into the tub. "Get in, Xi."

Though he rolled his eyes, Xiskia not only got into the tub, but he picked up a can of whipped cream and tossed it to Kaiuin before getting one for himself and joining him in the bath. By now, he expected the metaphorical electricity that danced along his spine when the shorter troll touched him, but he still almost flinched away as if he could hide the slight blue tinge on his cheeks.

It was just as fun as he predicted, and eventually, he relaxed as they laughed and poked fun at each other and finally, he deposited some whipped cream right into his mouth to eat.

"Hey, it's rude to not share," Xiskia snarked, and Kaiuin side-eyed him for half a second before leaning over and pressing their mouths together, still slightly open from whipped cream and talking.

It was mostly cold and slippery until the cream dissolved between their lips, smearing across Kaiuin's cheek until he regained the sense to swallow what remained. Some kind of jazzy sounding music was playing in the background as he realized that Xiskia had left his phone playing videos, and he was about to pull back, suddenly conscious that his friend was frozen still.

He was about to, until Xiskia seemed to come back to life and flicked his tongue across his bottom lip. Taking it as an invitation, he opened his mouth slightly further and then pulled the other troll over and onto his lap, ignoring the way the hot chocolate sloshed around them.

A few minutes later, they drained the bath and started the shower to clean themselves up, but this time neither was wearing a swimsuit. Clean, they dried off and headed to Xiskia's room, where they curled up on his pile. And they never slept apart again.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #79

“there’s a man standing on top of a hill, screaming freedom for some, but all others must kneel.”

how do you typically introduce yourself in online settings? name, age, location, and i'll usually mention my passions. what do you think will bring on the end of the world? nuclear war, global warming, black hole, etc. religious armageddon of some sort. i don't even remember how the bible mentioned the world would end. do you believe in the death penalty? in VERY FEW CASES, yes. some people are just pure villainous. have you ever done role play? i think my common viewers know i'm a meerkat forum rper, but i've never done, like, real life rp. too weird for me personally. have you ever/would you ever do anal? nope and nope. what’s more important- length or width? why? i don't really care? do you talk dirty during sex? moderately. what was your first orgasm like? never had one, but i got extremely close once while being fingered but panicked so we stopped. i didn't know what was going on lmao. do you own any hair extensions from hot topic? nope. 7-11, sheetz, wawa, or starbucks? sheetz. what do you want to name your kids? daughter will 100% be alessandra, boy will be vincent, luther, or victor. do you personally know any authors? i knew a poet once, but never an author. kissed someone within a day of having a bf/gf? no, holy fuck, slow down. have you ever kept it a secret from someone that you liked them? yeah. have you ever finished an entire jaw breaker? i don't think so. is there anyone you would date on your facebook friend list? no. ever been swimming in a lake or river? lake, multiple times. first time you kissed the last person you kissed? 2012 have you ever broken someone’s heart? idk. ever had a near death experience? i guess so. i overdosed, but i wasn't heavily affected by it, honestly. i've also gotten in a mild wreck. when was the last time you held someone’s hand? some months ago when i was getting my cyst emptied; i was holding mom's. can you play guitar hero? expert, babe. who is someone you know that can play the piano well? no one. who is the best dancer you know? carmen, the older sister of my little sister's former friend. name a time you thought you were going to die? immediately after i overdosed. have you ever not been able to get someone out of your head? very commonly. do you know your neighbors? nope. how do you feel about interracial couples? awesome. what restaurant do you think has the best french fries? i am honestly not certain! who’s your best guy friend? sam or girt, idk. do you like fruit roll ups? yep. what’s the worse type of weather in your opinion? hot and humid. UGH. do you have a kindle or ipad or neither? neither. growing up, did you see your cousins often? i didn't. they live many states away. around what time do you usually eat dinner? between 6-7:30 do you like carrots more if they’re raw, or cooked? i don't like carrots period. did you play with legos as a kid? nope. which bothers you more… spelling mistakes or bad grammar? bad grammar. is there a food that you love the taste of, but makes you feel sick? bananas are the prime example. love 'em, but i get heartburn that could kill a man. which did you discover first, myspace or facebook? myspace have you ever turned to drinking or smoking to solve a problem? let me clarify something here: drinking/smoking does not "solve" the problem, nor do i believe it is capable of doing so. have i turned to drinking for some relief from a problem, sure. if you HAD to get a piercing (not ears) what would you get? i want my lip repierced. what do you wish you had more knowledge about? politics. i don't understand a good 3/4 of it have you ever dealt with a divorce or parents fighting or any kind of abuse at home? divorce and parents fighting, yes. they fought so bad that just yelling became a trigger to me. do you drink more apple or orange juice? orange juice do you think relationships are hard? honestly, no. just think about it: if you truly love someone, what is so difficult about it? what is your favorite pop-tart flavor? oh my gaaaad the reeses ones. ever had the ‘birds and the bees’ talk with your parents? nope. i learned in family life. do you think you have to be skinny in order to be beautiful? NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!! would you ever get gauged ears? noooo. have you ever been in a school talent show? what for? i haven't, but my best friend sang in one!! have you ever dated someone you met online? nope. are you a competitive person? nope. do you believe in aliens? i do not. do you like dancing? not really anymore... it's draining. where are you from? north carolina how much more social are you when you’re drunk? VERY if you had to be named after one of the 50 states, which would it be? dakota is tomboyish, i like that... or georgia, sounds very pretty... what’s your favorite form of exercise? swimming do you like guacamole? NO EW do you consider yourself sexually open minded? sure? how do you feel about porn? it's fucking disgusting. who was your hottest ex? jason was hot, don't care what anyone says. do you want/have kids? i want them. has anyone ever told you that they wanted to marry you? ohhhh, how funny! he's not around anymore! :D do/did you have to wear a uniform to your high school? nah. what’s your favorite flavor of iced tea? i hate tea. have you ever been to a casino? if so, which one(s)? none. do you love or hate olives? eh, neutral. have you ever visited a sex shop? nope. do you like the name cindy for a girl? nope. how many sets of keys do you have for your house? two. do you know anyone who has parkinson’s disease? don't think so. how many cousins do you have? what are their names? OH GOD TOO MANY. have you ever ridden a bicycle through a busy city? i have not. do you use instagram? how often do you post there? i do not. what’s your favorite brand of beer? never tried beer. do you like writing? how often do you write? i love writing! i do it a few times a day. what’s your favorite place to get pizza? domino's! has there ever been a fire inside your house? tell me the story. not while we inhabited it. our old house, however, burned to a crisp inside due to its new residents putting a fucking box on the stove. it was a brick house though, so the exterior was fine and it was rebuilt on the interior. have you ever had a scary encounter with a wild animal? no. how many piercings do you have? only four now... ugh. do you own any sports bras? where’d you get them from? i do not. what’s the most expensive restaurant you’ve ever eaten at? no place all that expensive, honestly. who was the last person to tell you that you were beautiful/cute/good-looking? are you attracted to that person too? chelsea called me beautiful, and she absolutely is, too! has anyone ever called you stuck-up? no. when is the next birthday in your household and whose is it? nicole's is in april. what color are your father’s eyes? brown in winter, would you rather wear a jacket or hoodie? hoodie have you ever voluntarily read the bible? i read some of it, yes. how much is gas where you live? like... $2.20 a gallon. do you have any gay friends? i do. do you like the state you live in? nope. who is your favorite person to watch on youtube? has to be a singular youtuber? then markiplier. how often would you say you take naps? once every few days. have you ever played bejeweled? that game was my mom's SHIT. it was all right. does your mom have a facebook? yes. have you ever been bitten by a rat? no. why do you not wash off your makeup on some nights? being lazy. does blueberry syrup sound good to you, right now? no. did you get lucky on prom night? sex-wise, no, but in my own opinion, i got very lucky, because we made my favorite memory. have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend? noooo. last song you had stuck in your head? "pity party" by melanie martinez has been stuck in my head for over 24 hours lmao kill me did you ever spill something and actually cry over it? i don't know of a specific occasion, but it's possible i have, especially if i was REALLY hungry or thirsty. do you think that everyone is capable of love? i sure do not. do you believe in astrology? nope. i don't waste my time with it. if you had to wear a hat for the rest of your life, what would it be? fedora. they sexy. would you rather have a musical alarm clock or a regular one? musical!! when you were little, what was your favorite game? the "spyro the dragon" trilogy was my life. do you prefer to wrap gifts or use gift bags? gift bags are more aesthetically pleasing, imho. do you own a trenchcoat? fam i wish. are you currently in a smoking environment? yes. chelsea is allowed to smoke here. if a stranger smiles at you, do you smile back? usually, but i may feel a bit awkward. have you ever known a guy who caused a lot of drama? i sure do. have you ever taken care of a drunk friend? nope. what’s your opinion on people who go hunting for sport? i'm not entirely certain how i feel about it. now if you're hunting and actually eat what you kill, that's 100% cool, it's survival. but killing just to kill? sounds... immoral. but then again, i'm a christian and understand animals were put on the earth for humans, so idk. have you ever gone in a sauna? oh fuck that. sounds like hell to me. out of these colors, which appeals most to you: orange, blue, or green? orange do you believe in finders keepers in most situations? not at all. has anyone in your family fought in any of the wars? not to my knowledge. would you make any changes to your current bedroom? i, technically, do not have a bedroom atm bc we're in the process of moving. what animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn’t have? meerkats, totes. having them as pets is horrible for them, and i'm pretty sure it's illegal in the u.s., too. do you own many pairs of shorts? i have none. is there a certain song you like to head bang to? surprisingly, i don't headbang. hurts my head. who was or will be the maid of honor/best man in your wedding? colleen! :D what is your favorite lunch meat?  salami, probs. do you still have your tonsils? i do. red or pink? pink! do you have a special talent? lmaoooo where were you born? rocky mount, nc do you own any clothes you wouldn’t wear in front of your mother?  no. what do you think the hardest part of surviving is?  just the pain of it. do you know anyone with a lazy eye? yep. can you remember your parents’ birthdays?  mom's, yes; dad's, no. what piercing do you like most on the opposite sex? lip. tongue is a close second, they sexy. what brand of hair dye do you prefer to use? splat, bc it actually works for my hair. are you any good at applying make up?  no, due to my tremor. are you currently wearing any hair accessories? which ones? i am not. do you like potato chips? bury me in a bag of lays pls gold or silver? gold is there an animal that creeps you out? WHALE SHARKS, slugs, certain spiders and bugs, etc... have you ever seen northern lights? i wish! do your parents smoke? dad does is your favorite animal endangered?  no how old is your best friend?  21 if there was a large spider in your room, would you stay in the room? that shit's gotta get out, no. what color is your cell phone? black do you take vitamins daily?  no what’s one thing you hate about your best friend?  she's racist. be honest: do you illegally download music? yeah. welcome to 2k17. what’s the worst crime someone can commit? rape. you’re painting your room. what color do you choose? hm. i'd really have to see how my new room's going to look, but maybe like, a coffee-colored tan. what dog breed is the cutest ever? akita inus, eeeek! are cherries delicious? ew, no. have you ever experienced a tornado? thank the actual lord jesus christ no. how about a flood? yes. my brother went outside, slid down the slide on our playset, and fucking swam in it lmao do you or have you ever owned a pair of light up shoes? sure, as a kid. what is a current goal you’re trying to achieve? obtain a job. is there something that you thought you would’ve outgrown/gotten over by now, but haven’t? definitely forum meerkat role-play. i started that in middle school ffs dude. how often do you “draw a blank” mentally? A LOT. mainly when i'm talking, which is annoying. have you ever played the sims?   the animal ones, yes.  loved 'em. is your current hair color your natural hair color?   no, but you can see my roots now. can you run a mile in under 7 minutes?   HAHAHAHAHAHAHA do you have your license?   i do not.  i'm a nervous wreck when driving. have you ever sleep walked?   i have not. where was your first job?   gamestop do you remember your second grade teacher’s name?   mrs. whitley what do you like on your sundaes?   i like nothing "on" them have you been blessed with the ability to cook and/or bake?   nope... have you gained more than 5 lbs within the past year?   ... i gained over 100.  it's fucking embarrassing.  i just found out recently the weight gain was moreso a medication i was finally taken off of rather than eating habits, though. do you want kids at some point?   i do. are you lactose intolerant?   no. do you believe in abstaining from sex until marriage?   it's a personal choice.  if you want to, go for it. what is your sexual orientation?   heterosexual have you ever bought clothing online?   yes, i prefer it. do you think shakespeare is difficult to read?   not really, no. do you play solitaire in the computer?   no, dunno how. have you ever received nude pictures from someone?   no. admit it: you had a neopets account.   damn right i did, neopets was/is rad. is there a pet in the room with you right now?   miracle and maxwell are currently playing, yes. how weight conscious are you?   VERY OMG is there anyone else with you right now?   bradley, colleen's husband, is currently watching tv in here w/ me. have you ever been accused of cheating?   nope. have you ever taken a train?   i have not. is being thin really all that great?   not necessarily "thin," but slim, sure.  you're more likely to be physically healthy. have you ever been to a night club?   i haven't. does any accent annoy you?   a veeeery thick southern accent doesn't "annoy" me, but it's aggravating 'cuz i can't understand you. what’s worse: crocs or uggs?   crocs are unholy. do you feel awkward when a stranger sits next to you?   yep. do you have any taylor swift songs on your ipod?   ... i confess to "picture to burn" and "should've said no" kill me pls do you want your tongue or belly button pierced?   tongue, yes.  a belly button ring wouldn't look good on me. do you hate it when people smoke around you?   YEAH what is your blood-type?   a.  don't remember if it's positive or negative tho. are you donating your organs?   yes. do you sleep on your side, stomach or back?   side, always. have you ever been a fan of ‘n sync?   i was a '90s baby.  you know it. do you know anyone that has/had cancer?   mom had kidney cancer. were you a big jump roper back in the day?   i was.  i got to where i could jump in. has a boy/girl ever cheated on their boyfriend/girlfriend for you?   yes.  not that i wanted that to happen. do you like chinese food?   a few things, sure.  just had some last night. do long distance relationships work?   of course.  not my first choice for me personally though. how do you like your eggs?   scrambled, cheesy. mcdonald’s or burger king?   mcd's.