#drew this while watching the markiplier show it was really good :)

[jackass-noir]

team dark really doesn’t like the look of @johnnystringbean

[moomoorare]

We can safely assume that Dorene Whitacare is Celci, or most precisely Celine.

(a late theory because i was 2 busy to post this sooner, i hope you enjoy and maybe even see my reasoning, let's go!)

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⚠️ SPOILERS AHEAD! READ AT OWN DISCRETION! Reader beware! Go watch In Space With Markiplier right now if u haven't already!!! It's really good ⚠️

I could only notice this when in the Let Go ending of ISWM 2 (the one that loops us back to the beginning of part 1) Dorene sits with us for a moment and she talks to us.

I never noticed this in ISWM 1, because of lighting or just because of not looking too closely but two striking characteristics of Celci's face: she's wearing blue eyeliner and her eyebrows are blue. Also her colour scheme is white and cyan, which we see throughout the whole show is basically the colour of anything that has to do with the Warp Crystal and The Void.

Enter Let Go, one of the two choices we're left with at the end of ISWM 2.

Ms. Whitacare offers us a mug and when we sit with her, we can finally closely see her face.

In the brief moment she remisces of Damien, almost calling him her brother, stumbling with her words then correcting her phrasing "Well, it's like my--", her face scrunches in grief and a sad smile, almost dismissing the thought as if silly, and continues ".. like an old friend used to say: Life is ours to choose."

And it's not just me throwing dices and hoping we get a good number, it's perfectly hidden in plain sight that there's a connection between Celci and Dorene.

Little notes in Noir Mark's locker, especially this one that reads "Dorine? Celci? Connection?" ↓

We see her name listed on the Colonists logs that reads "Dorene L. Whitacare" ↓

The captions when Mark refers to her as Miss Whitacre, immediately after she corrects him saying that she's not married anymore the first time we choose Wake Up Crew after we Put Out The Fire. ↓

Again the captions the third time we choose Wake Up Crew after we Put Out The Fire. This time Mark refers to her as Mrs. and she promptly and quite sharply corrects him saying "I told you I'm not married anymore". ↓

Now I think everyone has noticed the continuous back and forth on how to spell her names.

We see her first name spelled as Dorine and Dorene, her last name spelled Whitacre and Whitacare.

It's like she's not quite grounded like everyone else in the story, she shouldn't even be interacting directly with us since she's listed as a Colonist, meaning she should be in cryo-sleep with all the 100 thousand others in their own section of the ship.

But she's out and about, and while she mentions being asleep in a cryo-pod you should remember that everyone on the ship has been at one point.

This is surface level info, we know she's not a simple colonist, it's like she has written herself into the adventure, giving herself a role and nudging us toward the best choices to keep everyone alive.

When we deviate from the story, defying the Narrator's attempts to move us forwards to Part 2, we die and wake up again in the Void, she gives us a choice (which seems we can again defy, but can we really? No) and sends us on our way.

Only a few people are able to really have control over the Upside Down, first of all (Actor)Mark, then Wilford in is own unruly way, Dark and... Celine.

Backtracking to talking about how Ms. Whitacare's names are spelled, the only times we see her name go from Dorene to Dorine is in Mark's locker notes and when he calls her by her last name.

It's like Mark drew a big arrow pointing to Damien and Celine, an arrow starting from this kind old lady who loves to offer cookies. I mean, c'mon, even her name is a mix the siblings' names.

Also just because I can and i think it's funny, I'm gonna talk about Celci's name.

Her full name is Celcionna F. Kelvina. A temperature pun. There's really nothing to say except that i find it amusing and that's it's not really relevant to the lore, it's just a nod to the fact that she's head of Cryogenics. And uh, she gets nicknames, mainly from Mark: CC, Celci and well also Asshat, they both go back and forth with this. So lovely <3 lmao

Probable Conclusion:

She's Celine. Or what remains of her. How she got a body I don't know, maybe she got her own body back from the void, after all it was the only one left vacant after the mishaps of WKM.

Or:

We have many little details that make up an argument that in my opinion is quite strong. The only way you could convince me otherwise is that this isn't Celine, but Dark doing his own thing. Sending us though the loop again when we fail to stop Mark, nudging us towards the right directions, punishing us when we refuse to comply. Probably to get the Warp Crystal, which he does in the Good Ending.

Because the most prominent lighting in the show is cyan that could be a direct tie to Damien, though maybe that would be too obvious. But!! When Wil opens a warmhole for us, it's pink. So i mean, I guess it's possible, or just a coincidence.

I don't know, the pieces don't seem to add up quite as neatly as my first theory. I might as well assume that Somehow the twins were split again, but since we don't see that, and that the Dorene equals Dark theory is a bit too meta, I'll wait for what Mark has to say in his Explanation stream on Sunday.

Anyways, thank you for reading ^_^

I'd love to hear what you think in the reblogs :)

[carrackian]

‘Toxic’ Anime Fandoms (But I’m just angry)

Ok so this is gonna be a long stupid ramble because I (An idiot) found some articles online about toxic anime fandoms... and by god does it piss me off. SO in this essay I’m gonna incoherently scream about why these articles I found are just lacking in explanation, and then I point at the glaring flaws. Not to mention I’m using multiple articles, but they all like to use similar arguments.  Warning, I’m gonna paraphrase because these articles are long winded about literally nothing.

The Naruto fanbase is toxic because people compare everything to Naruto, and people get upset when you don’t put it in your best anime list!! Honey... HONEY, that’s how all fandoms are. Naruto was likely people’s first introduction to anime, and people are defensive over their nostalgia, I mean like you saw the uprising with the new Ben 10 and Teen Titans Go, other than the fact that they’re BAD, but people were upset and still are (which is yet again understandable)  Seriously, if I made a list that said ‘Best Things Ever’ and I didn’t include something that they liked, then I understand why someone would be upset, and maybe comment something. It’s the day in age where if you have an opinion someone will probably be upset with you.

The Deathnote fanbase is toxic because people like to say it’s good and act offended if you haven’t watched it! Well I mean... Yeah? That’s how fans of a show can act, it’s just exaggerated. I mean seriously, if someone told me they haven’t ever played Undertale, or heard anything about Homestuck- I’m gonna wonder about what part of the internet you’ve been on because I played Undertale for the first time in like 2019 thanks to how much my friends praised it, and I only got into Homestuck in very late 2020 because one of my friends went on a three hour rant about homestuck and I needed the context for so much stuff. Hell, I only have any knowledge on Deathnote because my friend took their old Deathnote Manga and gave it to me for my birthday- which was a touching gift since they really love Deathnote. 

The Hunter X Hunter fanbase is toxic because it doesn’t get attention from weebs, and the fans sometimes get angry. Seriously? That’s what we’re mad about? This is literally so fucking petty my god- next ffs.

The Jojo fanbase is toxic because ‘is that a jojo reference memes’ and because fans want you to watch Jojo. Fucking- AGAIN!? jesus christ. You wanna know how I got into Jojo? My tooth was pulled, and it was the first time I ever got any teeth pulled, so I was high as hell and spitting out blood occasionally. I didn’t want to walk home that day (for obvious reasons) and so I stayed late so I could get a ride from my friends parents. So when another mutual acquaintance came up, and he was playing the Jojo game on an emulator. This got into the three of them telling me about Jojo, but only super vague pieces of it. High off my ass I got home, binge watched like two seasons of it, and forgot everything that happened after the first episode. So I managed to get through the first season (again) before I got caught up in other things (ahem, pokemon) Not to mention that its normal to want to share something you like with other people. Back when I read books regularly I used to keep a list of books to recommend to my friends.

The Demon Slayer fandom is bad cuz too many spoilers :(  Okay? This... This doesn’t a toxic fandom make. Yeah it’s shitty, but like full fucking on- that’s not toxic?

The Dragon Ball fanbase is toxic because people think Goku is the strongest and argue about it, and it’s dying, but like I’m also proof that DBZ fans aren’t bad! Okay? And? Like I full on mean that. I’m a Dragon Ball fan and let me tell you- I’ve literally never seen a single fucking person actually say anything like that unironically- or during a power leveling video that’s an actual discussion about power scaling. Not to mention that for the most part people watch shows for the actual show? Like the plot, characters, storyline- ya know, the actual fucking show?

The Attack on Titan fanbase is toxic because fans sent death threats to the author for ending the manga. Jesus fucking christ- okay, yeah that’s toxic! So... where’s the catch? They also wrote their own endings to the manga. I swear to GOD- WHAT THE FUCK. Fanfiction has existed forever you ignoramus, bleach-snorting, styrofoam eating IDIOT. Seriously, I literally fucking rewrote the entirety of Naruto (Multiple Times over) are you gonna say that I’m Toxic? How about the multiple other hundreds of people who have literally rewritten entire works of fiction.

Now, what do I consider toxic fanbases? The top three are: Undertale, Homestuck and Steven Universe. The Undertale fandom managed to be so bad that people were actually kinda scared of it. Not to mention that it is a good game, people just went a bit too far. If you killed anyone people would send death threats, Markiplier (a really cool youtuber) had people yell at him for giving Sans a southern accent, and I mean the fact that it’s so big made it worse. The Homestuck fandom had many bad moments where some fans caused harm to others, damaged products, the girl who nearly killed herself trying to dye her skin for a cosplay, AND LITERALLY CHANGED THE CONVENTION FIELD. The Steven Universe fandom nearly killed a fan because she drew a fat character thin, they turned on the fucking creators for saying this was bad, multiple racist, sexist and homophobic things just existing while people pretend to be fake woke.

And this has been- I literally knew all of the bad fandom stuff because I lived through it. Problem is, I lived through the popularity of every single anime on this list while actively in more internet spaces, and I don’t fucking see it. Seriously, when I think of toxic anime fanbases I think about anime like Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid, where a bunch of 30 year olds get horny over a child and then say that they’re fine because she’s ACSHUALLY 2,000 years old! I mean fuck, my favorite meme is literally the- “Men be like “You’re not a real anime fan if you don’t watch ‘Is it wrong to piss on my bunny sister’s feet?’“ Like- fucking exactly. Both these fucking articles have ‘I think that when someone is a little mean or says something kinda annoying they’re TOXIC!’ Like bitch no, when I think toxic I think of the gaslighting fanbases that end up with multiple people with mental disorders or someone dead- which let me tell you, is a surprisingly large amount of fandoms? 

Anyways so I’m done, mainly because it’s like super fucking late and I’m so tired

[lildevyl]

Are your requests still open? And if they are, who do you write for?

Hey Anon!  Sorry, this is late, I literally just got off work and mobile is awful when answering!  So, the answer to your first question is yes, Requests are still open!!  I do both fanfictions and fanarts.  However, if you want to request fanart, it might take a while for me to get to it. I have two major projects I need to do, and there are still a few things that I want to draw but there going to be a little late.

For your second question, well, aw man, where do I begin?  Honestly, I’m just going to list them all.  I’m sorry, Anon, but I’m going to be a little selfish here, and I’m gonna stop being so afraid of what people might think if they knew I was a fan of this Fandom.  So, be prepared for some surprises and possibly some cringes as well.

Fandoms:

Wrestling:  I’m a huge Wrestling fan!  Ever since I saw my very first match when I was 11!  I’m currently working on a fic for this.  I’m working on Chapter 9 for The Hounds.

YouTube:  I’m not going to lie, I love doing all kinds of fanfictions and fanart for YouTubers!  I’m currently in the Fandoms of Sanders Sides, JackSepticeye, Markiplier, Crankgameplays, PewDiePie, NateWantsToBattle, MatPat (Game Theorist), Teamiplier.  I usually do the Egos but I have no problem doing the YouTubers themselves.  I’m also up for checking out other YouTubers too!  So, if your fan someone and would like me to check them out.  Let me know!

Power Rangers:  Yes, you read that right, I am a fan of the Power Rangers!  It’s been a long time since I’ve actually written fanfic for this fandom and I haven’t really had the chance to check up on the latest edition of the Series.  But ever since Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers back in ‘93, I’ve been a huge fan!

Mortal Kombat:  I’m not going to lie, it’s been a long ass time since I wrote in this fandom.  And I’ve been in and out of this fandom for the past few years, but I’m still game (pun intended!)

Harry Potter:  I know, I know.  There has been so much controversy with JK Rowling!  So, let me get this out there.  I’m a fan of the Franchise of Harry Potter not that Bitch!  If I could, I would buy all the rights of Harry Potter from her!  So, we as the Community is determined to try to get that Fandom from her!  I’ve been in and out of this fandom for the past few years but I’m starting to back into it.

Marvel Universe:  Yes, I’m a fan of Marvel!  The Comics, Animate Shows/Series, the Movies.  I love the Super Hero Universe so yes, I will probably be writing and making fanart of some of my own Super Hero Characters.  (slightly blushing with that confection).

DC Universe:  See Marvel!  But there’s a fanfic that I’ve been planning and have been wanting to write for a while now!!!  It’s an OC and Supergirl!  Not sure if I’ll ever write it, and if I do when I’ll ever post it.  But here’s hoping!

My Little Pony:  Yes, I know this is a “Children's Show” but I love the messages and the lessons about the Power of Friendship, diversity, how each character has their own flaws and overcomes their fears, works through their problems, and have their friends there to help them out.

Monster High:  I just love this series and the message that it tells!  “Be smart, be unique, be a monster.  Freaky flaws and all.”  This is a really good message and I just love reading all about the adventures these Monsters and Ghouls have!

Ever After High:  This is a wonderlandiful series!  (I had to do the pun!)  I love the message that this series has, “You free to choose the path and destiny that you want to choose. Whether it’s to follow in your Fairytale Parents' footsteps or by your own Fairytale Character.”  Plus, I love the variety that so many writers write both Raven and Apple!  And what they think their paths should be!

Avatar the Last Airbender:  I’ve been a big fan of this show when it first aired! I haven’t written anything for it yet, but I still love this fandom!  And the theories that are now sprouting up!  I do want to write for this fandom, but first I want to try and get some other WIPs done first!

Musicals:  I’m a huge Musical Buff!  As you might see when scrolling through my blog.  I do have an AO3 account and I’m currently trying to transfer all of my fanfics over there.  Including all of my Musical Fanfics!  Therewith the Markiplier/JackSepticeye Communities but I do love musicals!  I have an idea of writing a fanfic of a Swap!Gender with Phantom of the Opera but it’s still a Work In Planning!  And yes, I’m a fan of Starkid as well!

Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys:  I have written anything for these fandoms but I am in them!  I love the games, the books and I have watched the series as well!!  One of these days I’m going to write something for them, but until then, I’ll be the advert reader and comment when I can!

Um, well, that’s about it!  There are a couple of other fandoms but I haven’t really been active in them in so long. So, I didn’t include them.  Maybe if or when I get back into them, I might start writing or do some fanart with them but I don’t know right now.

[obsidiancreates]

Not The Usual Kind Of Haunted Manor

(Did I write the prompt I meant to respond to? Nope. Did I write the fic I meant to write? Nope. Did I go to sleep like I should have many hours ago? Nope. Did I write a really long crossover fic for two of my favorite YouTube channels? You bet your ass I did.)

“Okay okay! Johnny, I’ve got the camera out!”

“Oh, are we rolling sir?”

“Yeah, yeah, do the intro!”

“I- oh dear, I’ve forgotten it again.”

“Johnny!”

“I’m sorry sir!”

“Well just- just make one up, I guess.”

“Alright, um... HELLO! Hello all our... little... bites of P.I.E...”

“Oh, gosh. That’s terrible.”

“You put me under pressure!”

“Okay, just keep going! Explain why we’re here!”

“Ah, yes, right! Um, I am Johnny Toast, and I’m here with my friend Johnny Ghost, and today, we are investigating this haunted mansion. Ooooooh, spooky!”

“That’s good, that’s good!”

“Yes, today is a truly paranormal adventure! This place, known as... um...”

“Oh, uh, Markiplier Manor.”

“Yes! Markiplier Manor, is said to be extremely haunted!”

“Okay, and... cut!”

“Did I do alright, sir?”

“Yeah! I mean I’ll have to edit out a lot of stuff in post but I’m- I’m sure it’ll be fine! Now, let’s go inside and get some cool creepy footage!”

“Right, sir.”

Johnny Ghost lowered the camera and walked into the manor, Toast following close behind. ghost looked around, and then sneezed. “Ugh! It’s so dusty!”

“Well, it is haunted,” Toast said, walking over to a broken mirror in order to inspect it. 

“Why do haunted places always have to be all dusty and gross? Why don’t the ghost’s just clean up a bit?” Ghost looked down at the floor. His eyes fell on a dark stain marring the wood. Then they traveled up, to a balcony just above. He shivered. He had a very bad feeling about this place.

“It would be pretty awful to be dead and still have to do chores.” Toast peered closer at the mirror. Something... it almost looked like something was moving inside of it...

“I guess so.” Ghost spotted the staircase leading to the balcony. “I’ll be right back, just going to to shoot some b-roll!”

“Alright, sir.” Something was definitely moving in the glass...

Ghost walked up the stairs. Come to think of it, they really shouldn’t have lead to that balcony. They just weren’t in the right spot. But somehow, they lead directly to it. 

Another dark stain greeted him, this time splattered on the wall. He got out the camera and filmed it for a second, and then he filmed the hallway. He kept filming as he descended the staircase. “Johnny! I found some more blood! I think you should stand in front of it... while you... talk...”

Ghost crinkled his eyebrows, confused. “This isn’t the same room from before...” he mumbled. 

He now stood at a... a different front entrance? But there was no mirror, and no Johnny.

He stepped off of the staircase and into the front hall. To his left was what was maybe a living room, and to his right was the front door. He couldn’t tell if it was the same front door, but it was a front door. In front of him was a different staircase, one that curved a bit on it’s way up. 

“... Johnny?” he called, nerves making his voice quiet. “Johnny?” he tried again, louder.

Nothing.

“Okay. No, sure, this is fine.” He straightened his posture and put on his most confident voice. “I am Johnny Ghost, paranormal investigator extraordinaire! It’ll take a lot more than weird moving rooms to scare me!”

He turned around and was met by the face of a rotting corpse.

“AHHHHHHHH!” He ran to the curvy staircase and ascended, still screaming. He ran into a room at the end of the upstairs hallway and slammed the door shut. “Holy crap,” he breathed. He leaned his head against the door. “Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap.”

He stood up straight again and cleared his throat. “Ahem! Right! Not scared at all! Professional ghost hunter. I’m fine.” He turned around to look at the room he was in, and his shoulders sagged. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The room was decorated for a seance. A table stood in the center, adorned with a spooky tablecloth, tarot cards, and a crystal ball. A crumbled piece of paper lay on the ground beside on of the two chairs, small but somehow attention grabbing. Dark green curtains covered a window behind the chair with the crumpled paper.

Ghost pursed his lips. “You know what? Fine! Sure! Why not? Of course I ended up here.” He checked to see if the camera, which he’d somehow kept hold of the whole time, was still recording.

It was.

He panned it around the room. “I mean, might as well while I’m here,” he muttered. 

Then, for a split second, two figures sat in the chairs.

One was a woman, glowing red, watching the other figure intently.

The other figure was... human, that’s all Ghost could tell. It had a face, and eyes, and a nose, and a mouth, but they weren’t... they weren’t proper features. They didn’t make a person’s face, they just made... a face. Anyone’s face, no-one’s face. They’re eyes were closed, and they seemed to be concentrating on something.

They only lasted for a second before they blinked out of existence. In that time Ghost jumped back and started to yell, but it died in his mouth when they went away. 

“What the heck...”

Toast put his hands on his hips. “Hello? Hellooo in there? I can see you moving around.”

The shadow in the mirror stopped, and... well, he couldn’t be certain, but he was pretty sure it turned to stare at him.

“Ah! Hello! I am Johnny Toast, of P.I.E! Me and my friend are here investigating all the reports of hauntings! Are you a friendly ghost?”

The shadow didn’t speak. It didn’t move. It just stared.

“I’ll... take that as a yes. Um, can you speak?”

It stayed still for a moment. Then it shook it’s head. 

“Oh, darn. It would have been a lot better if you could. Well, may I ask how long you’ve been trapped here?”

The shadow took a moment, and then shrugged. It seemed almost like it was on a delay, like it wasn’t experiencing time the same way Toast was. 

“You don’t know? Oh dear.” Toast pat his pockets. “One moment, sorry.” He pulled out a small pink notebook and a pen with a macaroni shaped clip. He wrote down a few notes. The shadow watched patiently.

“Right then! Sorry about that, I want to make sure I remember this for when Sir gets back. So, did you live here, when you were alive?”

The shadow shook it’s head. 

“No? So why were you here?”

The shadow traced a triangle shape in the air over it’s head. Toast blinked, confused. The shadow repeated the motion, paused, and then shimmied it’s shoulders. 

“A... party?” Toast guessed.

The shadow nodded.

“Oh! Was it a good party?”

He couldn’t see the shadow’s eyes, but he could feel the condescending glare. A no to that question, then. 

“I should have guess as much, I suppose. Did you die on accident?”

The shadow stayed still for a lot longer this time. Toast began to wonder if the mirror had lost connection. Maybe Ghost Skype was having some issues. 

Then the shadow shrugged.

“You... don’t know?”

It held up both it’s hands, palms open flat and facing up. It raised one palm, and lowered the other, then repeated in reverse.

“Both at once?” Toast tilted his head. 

The shadow nodded. 

He wrote it down. “Oh my... what happened here?”

Ghost had left the creepy seance room, The layout of the house was even more confusing to him than why Spooker still worked for P.I.E. Hallways lead to more hallways, doors on the first floor opened to doors on the second and vice versa, windows were on walls that should have lead to the outside...

He opened another door. He stepped through, and found himself standing by a pool.

He was still filming. This episode would for sure get good ratings. Then maybe he and Toast could stop making this dumb TV show and go back to actual ghost hunting. If only...

He looked at the pool. “Okay... Ahg!”

A body appeared in the pool. It wore a red robe and stared at him, unblinking. Ghost gave a little wave, unsure of what to do.

Then the body vanished. Ghost nodded shakily. “Okay. Okay.”

He felt an arm sling around his shoulder. He jerked away and point the camera, shouting yet again. A man in some kind of... old timey military uniform was looking at him. He had a big, bushy mustache, and round yellow-tinted glasses. 

“Life needs a bit of madness, as I always say!” the man said. Then he faded away, though Ghost’s fear remained firmly fixed on his face.

“Okay, no! No, I’ve had enough of this place, and it’s creepy... hologram ghost, or whatever! JOHNNY!” He ran back inside. “JOHNNY!”

He ran down a hallway. And then suddenly he wasn’t in a hallway, he was in a small library or office room. Paper and books littered the desk, and a corkboard with cards and yard tacked up on it immediately drew his attention.

“What the heck is all this?” he whispered. He put the camera down so he could look closer. 

There were a few cards that seemed to be about... whoever had lived in the house. All the names were scratched out, as well as the faces, leaving only the people’s titles as identifiers.

The Actor, The Mayor, The Colonel, The DA, The Seer, The Butler, The Chef...

Clearly there had been a detective as well, given the amount of information the board held. 

Arrest records. Personality profiles. Lists of motives, opportunities, possible accomplices... 

One Post-It had a drawing of someone dabbing. Ghost decided to ignore that.

He turned to the desk. An old typewriter was barely visable under all the paper. He picked one up and read it. 

‘Don’t trust The Seer, Don’t trust The Seer, Don’t trust The Seer-’

The sentence repeated itself, the only thing written on the page.

The only thing written on any page.

Ghost dropped the paper like it was on fire, grabbed the camera, and ran out.

Toast looked up from his notepad. “So, you attended a party here a number of years ago, were accidentally mur-”

The shadow frantically shook it’s head and put a finger to where it’s lips should have been.

“Oh, okay then, um... accidentally killed?”

The shadow nodded. 

“Right. You became trapped in this mirror somehow, and are now stuck here. I’ve got that all right?”

It nodded again.

“Did someone trap you here?”

Another nod.

“Was that an accident too?”

The shadow stared at him, and Toast felt a sort of sadness coming from it. It slowly shook it’s head, the feeling of despair becoming much stronger. 

“Oh... it was someone you knew, I’m guessing?” Toast said softly.

One quick nod.

“I’m so sorry.”

The shadow shrugged.

“I wish there was some way for me to know what really happened,” Toast said. “Is there maybe... a journal or something, laying around?”

It shook it’s head.

“Darn it. More yes or no questions, I suppose.”

Ghost stopped.

He’d somehow gotten back to the balcony that had started his whole ordeal.

Now three people stood before him, though none of them seemed to see that he was there.

One was the military man from before, that must be The Colonel. One was the featureless figure, but when he peered closely he could see a pin with the letters DA on they’re chest. One was... okay, that had to be the detective, he was wearing a funny detective hat and everything.

The Colonel and The Detective shouted at each other, both point guns at the other. The DA was standing beside The Colonel, pulling at his sleeve, seemingly begging him to stop. Ghost couldn’t tell what was being said. It all sounded muffled, and echoy, like they were in a cave and their mouths were full of cotton.

The Colonel shot The Detective, who slid down the wall, leaving behind the dark stain Ghost had seen before. The DA tried to wrestle the gun away from The Colonel, but it went off, shooting a bullet into the DA’s stomach. The Da started to fall back, and then fell off the balcony. The Colonel reached out, trying to grab onto them, and this time Ghost could understand the words that were shouted.

“It was an accident!”

There was the sound of a crack, and then the scene vanished.

Ghost stood, mouth agape. 

That was only part of the story, he knew. There was still The Actor, The Mayor, The Seer, The Butler, and The Chef.

What had happened to them?

He was snapped out of his thoughts when a familiar voice reached his ears.

“JOHNNY!”

He ran over to the railing and leaned over. Toast appeared below him a moment later. 

“There you are sir! You’ve been very quiet!”

“Johnny, you will not believe what I’ve just been through! I’ll tell you on the way home, we’re getting out of here!”

“Alright, come down sir. I just need a moment.”

Ghost looked over at the staircase and squinted at it suspiciously. Then he looked down again.

Yes, there was a bloodstain on the floor. Yes, he was pretty sure that crack had been the sound of a breaking neck.

But... he really didn’t trust those stairs. 

He jumped up over the railing and braced himself.

“OW!”

Toast looked away from the mirror. “Are you alright sir?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine! I think I just broke both my ankles, and I can taste my own socks, but I’m fine!”

“Oh dear.” He turned back to the mirror. “Thank you for all your information. I’ll try to visit again another day and see if I cn help get you out of that mirror.”

The shadow shook it’s head.

“What? Why not?”

The shadow pointed at him, then at itself, and then put it’s hand on the glass. It tried to pull away, but it acted like it was...

“Stuck? I’ll... I’ll get stuck here? Like you?”

The shadow nodded. 

“Well... if you insist. Ghost might send one of our interns when he hears that, though. Fair warning if he does, Spooker can be a bit... um... loud. And not um, not the smartest.”

The shadow nodded. Then it waved. 

“Right, yes. Goodbye to you too.” Toast waved, then walked out into the front hall.

“-and then the DA fell over the railings and down to the ground. I think that’s where the blood stain came from.” Ghost kept his eyes on the road as he drove and spoke, but they flicked over to Toast for a second to see his reaction to the tale.

Toast nodded, deep in thought. “I wonder who the person in the mirror was. Could have been any of them.”

“I mean, only the DA didn’t have a real face. Maybe it was them.”

“Maybe...” Toast turned around and looked at the camera sitting in the backseat. “Do you think we should air this one, sir?”

“What? Why wouldn’t we?”

Toast looked at him. “Something just feels very off about the whole thing. More... serious than our other cases. I don’t think it fits.”

Ghost scoffed. Then he thought about having to edit that footage, having to put Toast’s voice over telling the story over the shots of the never-ending hallways, having to relive that whole experience again through the screen...

“Maybe not,” he relented. “But that mean you’ll have to get another load from your grandmother.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’ll be alright with her,” Toast said.

They both fell into silence for a few miles.

Finally, Toast broke it. “Can I drive for a bit?”

“Wh- no! I don’t want the tires all covered in roadkill again!”

“I got that fixed!”

You got- how do you fix being a roadkill magnet?!”

They lapsed into their usual bickering as they drove farther away from the cursed mansion, not knowing how lucky they were that they hadn’t met the other attendees of that party from so, so long ago. 

Or rather, what the other attendees had become. 

[jawnjendes]

shawn meets... | bella

SUMMARY: in the life of a rockstar, shawn mendes comes across some unique people. sometimes, things stray from the norm. (AU, shawn x every one of my oc’s)

AN: hiiii this is somewhat of a continuation of my last series, goth gf. you dont HAVE to read it to know what's happening here, but there will be references to it every so often. if you've been here since the goth gf days then, hi. i appreciate you. enjoy this shit. let me know ur thots.

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It felt awfully strange to be in Annalise's hometown, knowing she wouldn't be going home right away. The residential part of North Hollywood where her parents lived still felt like it was a million miles away. The glamorous Lyft Lux was going through the equally glamorous parts of the city, and it was almost mundane despite the fact that she had been away for over a year.

Shawn and his younger sister, Aaliyah, were frequently pointing out the exciting things they had only seen in photos and movies: the Chinese Theater, the Walk of Fame, the Hollywood sign. They were bundles of energy and excitement. Annalise was only jittery because she never fully processed that she lives in the same city as her favorite YouTuber, Bella Santiago.

Over a month ago, Bella discovered the Shawn Mendes profile on Spotify, causing her to give him a shoutout on Twitter. Then, just after the release of his newest EP, In My Blood, Bella messaged Shawn, offering to fly him out to LA, put him in a hotel and make a video with her. Shawn immediately jumped at the chance, but he couldn't go without bringing two of the biggest Bella stans he knew, Annalise and Aaliyah. The only reason why it took until the New Year for this to happen was simple: exams and Christmas.

When the semester ended, Annalise spent the holidays and her 22nd birthday with Shawn's family in Pickering, much to her own family's disdain. It was different, celebrating Christmas on the morning of the 25th, rather than the 24th. It was also different not eating tamales or pozole like she did with her family. It totally wasn't annoying when Shawn blasted that god awful Taylor Swift song on the morning of Annalise's birthday. She totally didn't miss her family either.

She had to promise her parents that she would stay in LA for the duration of the holiday break in return for missing all the important holidays. It wasn't a hard decision to make, but it was going to be hard letting Shawn go. Annalise only hoped that there would be time for him to meet her extended family during this trip. From what she understood, as soon as Bella was done with him, Shawn and Aaliyah were getting on a plane straight back to Toronto.

As it turns out, Bella Santiago is insanely generous. She reserved the three of them a deluxe suite at the Marriott. They had a view of the city, a massive king size bed, and a pull out sofa bed. Everything was spotless, and luxurious.

"She didn't have to go this hard," Aaliyah pointed out as she tossed her suitcase to the side.

"What, would you rather sleep on the floor?" Shawn teased. "And pick that up and move it so it's out of the way!"

She rolled her eyes as she did what he said.

Annalise made herself comfortable on top of the white sheets. While all of this was exciting, she was fucking exhausted. It felt like it was much later in the day, having gotten up at seven. The time change made it feel like it was well in the afternoon, but it was barely eleven.

"How's your tummy?" Shawn asked from the window. He had his phone out and was taking photos of the view.

"Much better," she replied.

Against her better judgment, Annalise had a coffee during the five hour flight, and it did not agree with her. She made good friends with a barf bag… or three. All the caffeine must have left her system if she was feeling better now.

"What time do we meet Bella?" asked Aaliyah, padding over to stand by her brother.

"Three o'clock," Shawn replied. "In the ballroom downstairs."

That prompted all three of them to take a death nap for the time being. It only lasted about three hours, and when their alarms went off, none of them felt any more rested.

Annalise was the first one to actually get up and get ready. For once, she was intimidated by who she was going to be standing in front of today. She had to look her best, even if it was in all black.

It didn't take long for Aaliyah to follow suit. Soon enough, both girls were sitting in front of the window, using the California sun for their light as they did their makeup.

The funny thing is, as much as they cared about looking their best, neither of them were going to be in Bella's video. She only wanted Shawn, who was still lying in bed half an hour before the scheduled meet up.

"What are you gonna wear?" Annalise asked her boyfriend.

"I don't know," he replied, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Will she even care about what I'm wearing?"

"You're gonna be on her channel," Aaliyah said, looking up from her handheld mirror, "which has millions of viewers, including some of my friends who will never let me hear the end of it if they see my brother looking like a clown in front of the queen!"

Shawn grinned and got up. "I'll go like this, what do you think?" He held his arms out, showcasing his plaid pajama bottoms and a Nike hoodie. He also only had one sock on.

"You'll be dead before you step out of the room like that," Ann darkly added.

“Thanks Satan.” He chuckled.

Shawn was only pretending to be calm. Inside, he was shaking and his insides were heavy. He didn't even think about Bella's subscriber count until Aaliyah pointed it out. He really wanted Bella to like him too. She seemed like such a sweetheart from her videos, Shawn hoped that wasn't just a persona.

He had spent most of the flight watching her videos (when Ann wasn’t puking up her caffeine, of course.) He made it through a few tutorials, learning a lot about not only makeup, but Bella herself. She suffers from several anxiety disorders and constantly works to better herself. She left her parents when she came out to them as bisexual, and she hasn't spoke to them or her extended family in years. She recently got out of a relationship with another YouTuber named Ethan Nestor, which was part of the reason why she spent half of 2019 in her hometown of Palm Springs. This woman has some thick skin, there was no denying that.

One of the best things that Shawn learned about Bella was that she had a butterfly tattoo on her left arm. In another video, she talked about how her viewers drew butterflies on their arms in support of her when she was down. She got it tattooed for them, and the colors of the wings were the same as the bisexual pride flag. Shawn looked at his own butterfly tattoo differently now.

The other best thing he learned was how talented of a singer Bella was. She had covers on her channel, and Shawn watched every single one. Bella had such a rich, beautiful voice, and it looked so easy for her to hit any high note. She sang Love on the Brain without any strain on her face. She sang a gayer version of You Belong with Me, and played guitar with it. She sang with Markiplier as the opening act when they were on a comedy show tour in 2018.

Shawn couldn't wait to sing with her, though he was intimidated. He thought he was a good singer, but put him next to someone with Ariana Grande levels of talent? The nerves were never ending.

It was ten til three when everyone was ready. Their only predicament was to go down to the ballroom early or not.

“Did she text you?” Aaliyah asked, clearly antsy. “Is she on her way or anything?”

Shawn shook his head. He had changed into a white tee, black jeans and a denim jacket, which the two girls approved of. “Should I message her? Or… her manager? She’s the one who made all these arrangements.”

“Hey, she might not even be here on time,” Ann said. “YouTubers are like celebrities. They run on their own schedules just because they can.”

“Bella wouldn’t do that, would she?” Aaliyah said in disbelief.

“Only one way to find out.”

And to the ballroom they went. The space was huge, clearly meant for a party. There were sheer white curtains hanging from the huge windows, and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. In the far corner of the room, tables and chairs were folded and leaning against the wall. Shawn, Aaliyah, and Ann looked around the room, all silently nervous and excited. Only a few minutes into it, they heard female voices just outside the room.

“But we’re always early! I knew I should have driven myself!”

“It’s two fifty-nine! Relax, they’re probably not even here yet!”

“Huh, I’ll be damned,” Ann mumbled, looking at her phone to verify the time.

The owners of the other two voices entered the room, carrying expensive-looking camera equipment and studio lights. They were followed by a bellhop, who was carrying a keyboard in a case. One woman was short and curvy, brown and freckled. Her short black hair was curly and glossed down, and she was wearing a bright red pantsuit.

The other woman was long and lean, decked out in a white long sleeve crop top, a black skirt, and knee high boots. Her iconic bright pink hair made a comeback, that wasn’t in her latest video. Her kind face looked airbrushed and flawless, although her brown eyes looked alarmed, like she was caught in headlights.

The first person to break the silence was the woman in red, already establishing her power. “Hello!” She held her hand out to Shawn. “I’m Sonji, I’m Bella’s manager. I believe we spoke on the phone. And on Twitter.”

“Yeah, yeah we did,” he said as they shook hands. “Uh, this Aaliyah and Ann, my sister and my girlfriend.”

“Hi, ladies!” Sonji greeted, shaking their hands as well. “So lovely to meet you! God, you’re all so pretty!”

Both girls mumbled shy thank you’s.

“Okay, so my handsome friend here and myself are going to set things up for the video,” Sonji explained. “In the meantime-” She looked at her silent client. “-Baller, come talk to your little protégé.”

Then, Sonji led the bellhop further into the room, over by the windows.

Bella still had a bag slung over her shoulder and a massive studio light stand in her hands. She was clutching it to her chest, a very performative and awkward smile etched on her bright pink lips.

“Hi!” she said after one very long second. “Uh - lemme -” She set down the giant lights and removed the bag from her shoulder. Then she stood up straight and smoothed out her hair. “Hi! Uh, I said that already!”

“I’ll say it again! Hi!” Shawn greeted, smiling politely.

Bella looked at him and opened her arms for a hug. “It’s nice to finally meet you!”

It might be weird to put it this way, but she smelled pretty. Whatever perfume she was wearing was probably more expensive than the flight over here. Shawn hugged her around her shoulders, inadvertently touching her surprisingly soft hair. You could just tell that she didn’t spare a single penny when it came to caring for herself.

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to be so tall!” she said, looking up at Shawn. “For once, I’m not the tallest person in the room!”

She couldn’t have been taller than Ann, who was five foot five inches and felt very short most of the time.

“And this is the sister and the girlfriend?” Bella said, turning to the other two girls. She went to hug Aaliyah, who was more than delighted by the gesture.

Bella leaned back and took her hand. “I love your nails! Love the shape and color!” She ran her thumb over the white acrylics. “So cute!”

“Aw, thank you!” Aaliyah was beaming.

Then, Bella turned to hug Ann. It’s important to point out that in most situations, Annalise Flores is stone faced, calm, and collected. Today, however, Ann had wide eyes, like she was face the good Lord herself… like she was going to drop down on one knee and propose to Bella.

Shawn wouldn’t blame her.

“Me encanta su delineador!” Bella told her, gently cupping her face.

“En serio?” Ann softly asked.

“Yes, que linda! Those inner wings are to die for! What do you use?”

“Um.. uh, I think it’s NYX? I don’t know the exact one, but it’s definitely NYX!” Ann chuckled nervously.

“Well, it looks amazing!”

Ann looked like she was going to faint with that euphoric dazed look on her face. Thankfully, she stayed on both feet because Sonji grabbed their attention. She managed to sneak by Bella, take the lights and bag, and set them all up by the window. She also set up the keyboard, camera and two chairs. There were three other chairs behind the camera as well. Sonji was incredibly fast.

“We are all ready to go!” she said to the others.

“Shall we?” Bella gestured for the other three to go first.

Shawn, Ann, and Aaliyah went over to the set up, excitement only increasing from here.

"Were you two going to be in the video too?" Sonji asked the two girls.

They both shook their heads.

"Nervous? Don't blame you, the Internet is brutal."

That didn't help Shawn's bundle of nerves. He took a silent deep breath as he went for his guitar case while Bella sat in front of her keyboard. The Internet is brutal, and Shawn's own minuscule corner of it was safe solely because of the size. The fans he tweeted every so often were seemingly normal, and no one was overly critical about him or his music. More exposure means more space for criticism and plain old hate.

Bella had over five million subscribers, and at least forty thousand of them took an interest in Shawn over the last month and a half. It was a lot of new people to make a good impression to. He took another deep breath and removed the guitar from its case. There's no going back now.

"So, I don't want this to be a structured, planned out video," Bella explained when Shawn took the empty chair next to her. "I just want us to talk so my viewers can get to know you, and we'll sing whatever comes to mind."

"Sounds good," Shawn said, not really hearing himself.

"Now everybody - and I mean everybody - take in a deep breath."

The room was silent except for the sounds of everyone inhaling through their noses. Aaliyah and Ann still looked excited as they followed Bella's instruction. Sonji followed as well, like she had done this a thousand times.

"And exhale," Bella breathed out, and the others repeated. "Good. Get those nerves out, breathe away the anxiety. This is fun, we're having fun."

Shawn felt a little better, knowing she was just as nervous, if not more. Throughout all of Bella's mental health videos that he watched on the plane, none of them seemed to touch on how severe her own case was.

Finally, Bella addressed the camera, her soft voice suddenly projected. "Hey, it's Bella! Welcome back to my channel! Today, I'm here with a very special guest! Some of you saw me tweet a while ago…"

Oh god, what the fuck was Shawn going to say? He looked over at Ann, who smiled reassuringly and silently did the motions for deep breathing. Stay calm. You're a strong guy.

"So how long have you been making music?" Bella asked him as she mindlessly pressed keys on her keyboard.

Shawn recalled as best he could. "Uh, I sang covers when I was fifteen. Didn't make my own music until a few years later."

"Nice! Are you in school, or work or something?"

"Yeah, I'm in college. I'm majoring in music and botany."

"Oh, you like plants?"

Shawn was mildly impressed. Most people had to ask what botany is, and he would have to explain for the thousandth time. Then, he would be told to drop the music major because it's easier to find a job in plant science.

"Flowers," he clarified. "I work in a flower shop."

"That's so cool!"

The conversation got easier as time went on. Sometimes Aaliyah or Ann would chime in if they felt that Shawn was getting too confident. Bella giggled every so often, which made everyone in the room adore her even more.

Shawn was about ready to propose when Bella started playing Mercy on her keyboard and humming the beginning. He stared at her in shock for a few seconds before he played along on guitar. Hopefully that didn't look too embarrassing on camera. He listened to her voice for a moment before singing with her in the chorus.

He had plenty of questions for Bella after they went through that song. "Where did you get a voice like that?"

"I could carry a tune as a kid," she explained, "so I was put into singing classes to hone it. Then I did church choir, school choir… I just never really stopped singing." She paused and then chuckled nervously. "This is gonna sound pretentious, but I think I got this voice for a reason. Meaning, I have this platform and all these followers. I think I'm meant to use my voice for good. Help people in whatever way I can."

Shawn smiled. "That's beautiful. I see that in your videos. I kinda went on a binge on the plane."

Bella grinned.

"One thing that stood out to me…" Shawn hesitated, minding the camera and the future viewers of this video. "You are so unapologetically bisexual. You always make the point to the person you needed as a kid, because there is still so little bi representation in the media. And you decided, if no one's going to do it, then you'll do it yourself, and I think that's incredible."

"Yeah, I didn't have anyone telling me it's okay to feel what I feel, and I don't want anyone to go through what I went through as a teen."

Shawn nodded, glancing over at Ann once. He had talked about touching on this particular topic with her, and he was starting to have his own shred of doubt.

But, he learned from his girlfriend. Fuck it.

"I wish I had someone like you as a teenager," he said to Bella, strumming his guitar. "I mean, when I came out to my family, I was lucky. They were loving and accepting, but I still couldn't find anyone out there who was like me, in real life or in the media. I really wish I had found your videos sooner."

Bella was beaming. "I knew I liked you."

The two of them went back and forth between talking and singing. They compared butterfly tattoos, and then Bella was asking him about his other tats. Shawn learned a couple of Little Mix songs too, which led him to discover where his girlfriend got that fixation from. He was mostly amazed at how Bella was able to belt out song after song like it was nothing. Like she was meant for this. Why did she choose to be a makeup artist?

"Have you ever been offered a record deal?" Shawn asked. "Or thought about making your own music?"

"Mm, yes and yes," she said. "But singing is more of a hobby. I can't see myself delving into the music industry at all. Makeup is where it's at for me. Makeup got me through some of the hardest times in my life."

Shawn wouldn't say no to a record deal. He'd move to Los Angeles tomorrow if he could. He would do just about anything to play music full time. He glanced over at Ann again, who winked with a smile.

next chapter

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[eb-the-gamer]

BEFORE YOU READ, KNOW THIS REVIEW POST HAS SPOILERS FOR BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE!!!!

@bendysstudio @themeatly--official

I have played Bendy and the Ink Machine in full now. What do I think?

Well...

The game was good, for sure, you can tell they put a ton of love, especially now with the polish added by updates, the incorporation of fan music, and the attempts at keeping everything engaging throughout the chapters. 

However, It could be really improved upon...

STORY - By far the strongest of Bendy’s points is its narrative, old cartoons are Organically creepy in a lot of ways because of a few factors, among these are the contrasting aspects of the imperfections of movement and the oftentimes unnoticed details in things like wrinkles and textures (as examples, Pete chewing Tobacco from Steamboat Willie, and the infamous cab colloway dancing ghost from Betty Boop.), so it makes a ton of sense to utilize that as a horror concept. The game throws us a steady stream of questions from almost the start of the first chapter, but while a lot is answered, there is a lot unanswered or not followed through on and it can be hard to ignore when you think about it ESPECIALLY by the end. Were the employees really all corrupted by the ink, what is Henry’s purpose, why did henry not know about his own messages if he’s written them while looping everything over and over, and how could he see or write them without the glass tool (and what with?), what is up with the animatronics and cages you set up. the game kind of shrugs at a lot; its by no means a dealbreaker because of what the story does explore about the studio, but it is noticeable.

9/10 - Amazing - The game’s big draw, though some questions are not all answered in a meaningful way, what the story does cover is still really interesting and worth playing through.

 DESIGN - Bringing actual life to something like a cartoon but failing so hard is a really great idea, and a lot of the time the game shows us the hubris in the want vs. the reality of the consequence; the monsters and places the game creates reflect it well. Everything looks like its made from the sunbleached, aged paper artists used and everything is a wonderfully messed up reflection of life at the studio and the cartoons within, particularly with the projectionist, butcher gang and the unnamed giant hand (I’ll call him Lil’ Handful). the world of Joey Drew productions is a really cool, realized one. simple but slightly barren and “off” work offices giving way for the bigger, detailed and mysterious places in the lower levels. I will however knock some of the update decisions, particularly with Sammy and Bendy himself. they originally looked blobby, as the updates came, they both got more defined in shape - respectively looking more muscular and emaciated looking, which took away from the toonish aspect of the it. Where once were feet that looked like strange melted stubs going into the floor, are just...solid feet and where once was something that looked like a melting candle trying to retain a shape is what is more or less a thin ink zombie (complete with limp). Bendy’s final form is also lackluster for me, I love the Muggshot (Sly Cooper series) tiny dangle-legs and walking around on hands thing; but its threatening, not as scary or horrifying as something that's stopped trying to be likable could’ve been taken. Everyone else is pretty good though especially the butcher gang and boris, who stayed pretty much the same and kept design elements in all forms through the production. Text for audio logs could have been bigger at times too. all in all, design is solid, but something was definitely lost as more polygons and detail were added for certain characters.

9/10 - amazing!- a great use of elements from animations of the past used in a 3d space, just the right amount of cartoon goofiness and uncanny details, though some designs were fixed when they weren’t broken.

CHARACTERS - Not much to say, I like em all, (Henry is delightfully levelheaded to the extreme, Boris is a cutie, Bendy is a threatening silent presence...) except maybe that one obnoxious guy in recordings, Wally Franks, and even then, he’s not AWFUL (I’d compare him to Fleem from Smallfoot, intentionally made to get on a nerve at least a little), the most interesting character for me Bertrum, the architect who calls Joey out on his bullcrap, and Alice Angel, both versions of her - but the manic first variant you meet first is interesting to listen to and learn about in particular. Boris is kind of lackluster, while he is nice and the reveal of him and other toons being made en masse is awesome, it also means we don’t get much time with them. Sammy sort of just comes and goes twice, and Tom!Boris and Allison I felt got the shaft and should have been established earlier for a connection. Joey is a jerk who suddenly becomes somewhat good in the last acts, which confuses me - since there was no in between those two points that's explained...

7/10 -  Good - characters are great to listen to and watch, and if the game had had more time to focus on a lot of them, that might have made them feel more complete.

SOUND - sound, music and voiceacting is well done, lots to appreciate from the creepy gurgles, to the odd stuttery sound of a projector. though there are occasionally some bad bits of soundmixing and audio. some recordings that you can find in the game stand out, there’s one that's really hard to listen to in chapter 5 because the character speaks in a really gravelly voice, in addition to the fuzzy audio effect and the ambient noise surrounding it.

8/10 - Great! - I only wish there was more! aside from one or two recordings, everything and one sounded nice, and the unease of silence is used equally well.

CONTROLS AN’ GAMEPLAY - They’re standard first person fair, responsive for sure, though sometimes the sensitivity of the controls can raise by themselves (I don’t know if that's by design, since it was at the same point as markiplier, right before a section involving being stealthy is taken on, which might actually be really clever if its true. Combat can also be wonky, but Its passable since its not a main focus, except for one REALLY obnoxious enemy gauntlet in the last chapter, if there were defined checkpoints between each wave, I’d be more inclined to let it go. Puzzles are pretty standard as well, lots of fetching, but other stuff such as playing minigames and stealth crop up to shake it up. Stuff is unlocked after everything is said and done in the story, and while it is cool narratively (messages written by henry on previous loops) and as a view of the progress the game (though, the Archives are missing a lot of info on characters like Alice and Bertrum), it just feels like its not enough for a repeat playthrough, difficulty settings and maybe achievements for unconventional but creative actions in-game, working towards something big at the end might’ve helped in that regard (here’s hoping that's the case for the console releases next month)

7/10 - Good! - its standard stuff with an occasional misshap, but there is variety to it and its simply fun for me to play.

OVERALL - The gameplay is serviceable, and aside from the main story there’s not too much reason to play the game again, but its still a solid experience the whole way through, and the time and effort of the people who made the game really shines and makes it worth playing. maybe wait for the console release, in case they add anything to that, but theres not one excuse not to play it.

[jeremy-ken-anderson]

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Sometimes I struggle with unsubscribing from a channel on Youtube.

The faulty logic is something like this: I think their content is good, therefore I should be subscribed to it.

The reality is I should only subscribe to a channel if I think it’ll be useful to have their content appearing in my subscriptions feed. That is a VERY different thing.

Recently I’m going through and culling a lot of shows. Looking at a few, and the logic:

Sarah Z: I like Sarah as a person and as a content creator. I think her takes are accurate and her videos are well-researched, well-produced, and insightful. Unfortunately most of her stuff of late is about some form of fan drama. And while it’s cool to look at cultural impact of things, and I think she’s fairly respectful of these communities, it’s more just...I don’t need that drama in my life.

Mother’s Basement: This is one of the hardest to drop. These are beautifully edited and deeply knowledgeable videos about anime, which is of course one of my favorite topics. It’s just that 9 times out of 10 the videos are extraordinarily well-made shitposts, and he produces at a sufficient pace that another 10-minute funny shitpost every couple days will really start to add up to a lot of lost time.

If I weren’t culling entertainment shows because I want to stop treating Youtube as an entertainment site in general, I probably wouldn’t be getting rid of MB.

Noah Caldwell-Gervais: Slightly easier to drop but still kind of rough. Noah’s games journalism is top-tier and he writes about things he really cares about and has obviously thought through for a long time. What it comes down to is a (time : game dev insights) ratio. He’s got good insights, but his videos are upwards of 3 hours long and that’s just too big a commitment.

Penny Arcade TV: I put this on my subscriptions because I thought I was going to binge C Team and catch up to now and continue watching it live. That didn’t happen, C Team has now ended as a show, and also PATV has a bunch of other videos they put out that hold no interest for me and thus are just subscription-page clutter. Easy drop.

Patrick (H) Willems: They’re neat video essays about movies. If you want cool movie insights or care about weird stuff behind the scenes of films you might have seen? It’s pretty good. Right now that’s not what feeds me. (Also, a personal taste thing; I’m not a fan of sketches in the midst of film reviews, and that’s a stylistic thing he’s been leaning into more and more)

Lord Ravenscraft: Again, a review channel.

This is a general theme of this culling. I think part of the issue that led to this culling is just that I noticed that I spent more hours a week consuming thoughtful opinions about media than I did consuming media. And I feel like maybe experiencing more art for myself would be better for me than listening to experts tell me what to think of a thing I’ve never seen.

MFPallytime: This hurts not because the channel is good content - which it is - but because the dude is so cool. I like Walter aka Pally, and the parasocial feeling of Youtube makes it so this feels like if I were taking an acquaintance out of my friends list in FB. That weird sense of “Is he going to hate me now?” No, he won’t, he doesn’t know who I am. But it feels that way. It feels like cutting off a friend. But his channel is all him playing video games and - again with the “primary sources” thing, if I’ve got that kind of time I should either play video games or, if I don’t have energy for that, watch shows or read a book. Or take a nap, or a walk!

Markiplier: And another one.

Game Grumps: And another one.

For the sake of positivity, let me mention some of the things that I’m keeping and why!

WeskAlber: This is one of the best sets of guides to FFXIV that exists. As new patches come out that change how the numbers work he updates them. I play FFXIV. Also he doesn’t update super often, so he’s not clogging my feed.

Gaijin Hunter, SDShepard: Similarly, really useful guides if you play Monster Hunter games. I do. Gaijin Hunter has a few more opinion pieces that I don’t care about but they aren’t quite frequent enough to warrant unsubscribing.

Jess Jackdaw: Process porn of an excellent artist creating original works on the fly - “What if we crossed a silver dragon from D&D with the pokemon Absol?” or “What if we drew a displacer beast in the art style of Katamari Damacy?” Like, my complaint with a lot of the “watching someone playing a video game” stuff is that there’s some better way of injecting this media into my life. Not so, here. Jess’ channel is an absolutely original experience and leaves me feeling inspired for my own D&D games and my game development work.

Sharp Accent, Blackthornprod, Infallible Code, quill18creates, Coding with Unity, Jason Weimann: These are all purely for educational purposes, and by and large they’re pretty decent at it.

GMTK, Errant Signal, Extra Credits, Design Doc: These are a little more edutainment and theoretical, but I find enough insights into good game design (and they’re short enough relative to the number of insights gleaned) that they get to stick around. 

Matthew Colville, Dungeon Craft, Zee Bashew: Useful insights for anyone who wants to run a D&D game. Sometimes rules, sometimes variants, sometimes opinions on why a rule should be houseruled away. I don’t always agree but the talks do get me thinking and I think they help make me a better dungeon master. Also when Zee does sketch comedy in the middle of his education/opinion bits it’s an original animated short, so that always gets a pass.

[franklyshipping]

Always Watching ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

A lovely anon request with our glitchy boi and our man himself markimoo! For context, this is going to run with the theme that Anti and Jack share the same body and “possession” occurs whenever Anti wants to show up. GET READY FOR SOME PLATONIC AWESOMENESS LET’S GO!

Jack grunted and gasped, here we go again. Jack had learnt long ago that just submitting was the safest option for whenever Anti decided to come out and play. Jack shivered, collections of waves made his body spasm and his lips elicit gasps and grunts before he fell to the floor. The body was still…before an echoing giggle emanated from the slumped form and it slowly rose. A maniacal grin, a slit throat, contrasting irises and ruffled hair. Antisepticeye was here, and he was on a mission. Body glitching in unrelenting excitement, he began his search.

Anti wandered through the house aimlessly, but soon stopped in his tracks at the sight of another sat obliviously on the couch….Mark. Anti’s giggle pierced the silent air making Mark jump and look to him, and Anti relished in the look of fear growing in his eyes as he decided to amble over and sink into the space next to him.

‘Hey Mark, how’s it hangin’?’

Mark gulped at Anti’s feral grin, fidgeting with his hands in his lap as his eyes skated over the glitching form before him.

'Fine…I’m fine, things are fine.’

Anti rolled his eyes at the man’s nervous state, especially when his eyes flicked to the large gash adorning his throat.

'Don’t worry, your buddy Jacky is perfectly fine.’

Mark sighed a little in relief, but couldn’t get the nagging fear to quench in his mind…the question of his own safety was still hanging in the air. He took a deep breath as he addressed the demon.

 'So um…what are you doing here?’

Anti donned an offended look.

'Am I not allowed to spend time with my favourite gentleman from Cincinnati?’

Anti cackled when Mark’s mouth opened and closed like a goldfish from his confusion and he shoved the man’s shoulder, due to Anti’s relaxed demeanour this meant Mark had started to relax too as a result.

'I’m kidding! You’re on the right track though, I do have a reason for visiting.’

Anti momentarily relished in the rapt attention he drew from Mark before he nonchalantly started inspecting his hands and nails.

'Oh? What reason?’

Anti kept inspecting his hands as Mark spoke hesitantly, Anti sighed with a hint of dejectedness.

'The thing is, I’ve been feeling a bit frustrated lately. You could say I’m in a sort of…'mood’. A mood that I haven’t been able to fix…’

Anti slowly moved his fingers about slowly, curling and uncurling them in the air with an alien delicacy that you may not have expected from the normally haphazard man. Mark’s gaze was flitting between the hypnotising movements of the metatarsals and Anti’s unwavering, stoic expression. After a few moments of silence, Anti’s lips began to quirk into a small grin as he turned to Mark who eyed him nervously.

'But then I realised…that you can help me with my little problem.’

Mark gulped and gasped a little, questions immediately flooding his mind.

'Me? How could I help?’

Anti giggled and clapped his hands suddenly, straightening up and facing Mark fully which only heightened Mark’s nerves.

'I am so glad you asked!’

Internally Anti was leaping for joy but he held it back, although he couldn’t stop his fingers twitching impatiently.

'All you’ve gotta do, is lie back…and raise your arms.’

Mark was…confused. Very confused. The height of confused. He tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows…surely it couldn’t be something so simple and easy.

'Is that it?’

Anti repressed a snicker as he nodded and Mark thought to himself. He frowned, he grimaced, but soon he sighed resignedly. What the hell, if Anti had really wanted to cause him any sort of pain then he wouldn’t have waited this long.

'Uh…alright then.’

Anti grinned and stood up, shuffling from foot to foot as Mark lay tentatively across the couch and slowly but surely raised his arms above his head. Anti took a moment to admire the scene before planting himself on top of Mark’s shins, fixing him with a wide smile.

'Perfect…now, all you gotta do is keep those arms up okay?’

Mark nodded, but he was still utterly confused.

'Okay…what will you be doing?’

Anti grinned as he fingers twitched for the last time…before they suddenly shot forth to scribble over Mark’s tummy.

'Well I’ll be tickling you into oblivion of course!’

Mark’s eyes widened as he fell into a fit of squeaky cackling, a wave of terror passing through his as he realised how he’d fucked himself over.

'WHAT? Wahahahait nohohohoho!’

Mark went to let his arms slam down to his sides, but Anti caught his eye and fixed him with an intimidating stare.

'Ah ah ah….you agreed to this remember? If I were you I wouldn’t break a deal with me…’

Mark shuddered as Anti’s eyes glittered with beautiful mischief, he gulped before returning his arms to their original position. Anti grinned and cocked his head at his victim.

'Now then where was I? Oh yeah!’

Anti suddenly dug into Mark’s abdominals making said man screech and fall into bubbly laughter, twisting and turning in vain as Anti giggled amusedly.

'Whyhy ahahahare yohohou dohoing thihihis?!’

Mark squirmed as he grinned widely in his mirth filled confusion, whilst Anti dug into his sides with a light sigh making him cry out.

'I told you why! I’m frustrated so I need to make someone hysterical to help me calm down, duh!’

Mark wailed and cackled, his biceps aching from the effort he was putting into keeping them up. Mark figured that he could get through this though, it wasn’t like Anti knew any of his major bad spots so…maybe he could just hold out? Mark had squeezed his eyes shut by this point, and therefore hadn’t seen the wild smirk stretch across Anti’s lips as he wiggled a single finger…and let it dive into his navel.

'AHHHH! AHAHAHANTIHIHI NAHAHAHAHAHA!’

Mark was bugged eyed as he squealed and descended into harsh belly laughter as Anti’s single finger swirled and scratched and wiggled with an enthusiastic relentlessness.

'Ahh yes bad spot number one! Tickle tickle Markimoo!’

Mark sputtered and blushed at Anti’s teasing, his words somehow making the entire ordeal worse as electrical bolts shot through from the bundle of nerves residing in his navel. But…how could Anti have known? And if he knew about this spot then did that mean…oh no, oh god no.

'PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!’

Anti raised an eyebrow as he let his fingertip circle his belly button teasingly, smirking at the random jumps and bucks Mark’s body elicited.

'Awwww does someone have a ticklish tummy button? How adooorable!’

Mark whimpered and giggled as Anti circled the area, his taunting smirk took up Mark’s vision as he relished in the man’s nervous and jittery demeanour.

'Sh-shuhuhut uhup ahasshohole!’

Anti stopped his tracing, fixing Mark with an amused yet firm stare which made Mark shudder as his face fell.

'Asshole? Now that wasn’t very nice was it?’

Anti paused as Mark trembled and skated his gaze over him, in a vain attempt to read him and anticipate his movements. Anti meanwhile narrowed his eyes evilly as he raised his hands and moved them behind him so he could rest them on Mark’s thighs. Mark’s eyes widened.

'Nohnono wait WAIT I didn’t mean it!’

Anti grinned and stuck his tongue out through his teeth childishly, his high pitched cackles filling the room as he spoke.

'Mmmmm…TOO LATE!’

Anti immediately set his hands to work, pinching and squeezing the tense muscles with curious abandonment.

'AH FUHUCK!! NAHAT THEHERE!! PLEHEHEASE NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!!’

Mark unleashed a plethora of intense snorts and deep, rich cackles as he thrashed an writhed under Anti’s malevolent touch. Anti meanwhile was giggling along with him, he hadn’t anticipated Mark’s reactions to be so amusing.

'Oho my god you sound like fucking piglet!’

'FUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOU!!’

Mark’s cheeks were crimson as Anti smirked and worked his way to the back of his thighs so he could scratch and scribble over the sensitive flesh, Mark could feel tears threatening to fall from the corners of his eyes now as his lungs began to strain.

'PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T!!’

Anti sniggered at his gentle incoherence as he let his fingers withdraw gradually, not without sparing a few spontaneous pinches to the two ticklish muscles.

'Wow you really ARE susceptible to this! And we still have one special spot left to go…’

Mark’s flush immediately died down in favour of an intense pale shade as Anti’s eyes fixed on his underarms, his fists and biceps clenched and tensed subconsciously. Mark stammered out whilst he still had the time to use his voice properly.

'I-I don’t understand, how do you…how do you know?’

Anti grinned, playing with the hem of Mark’s shirt as he spoke.

'There aren’t many perks to not having your own body, but one advantage is observation. Knowledge. I know…everything, that Jack knows.’

A wave of realisation passed through Mark, he and Jack were good friends and therefore knew a hell of a lot about one another. Particularly one another’s weak spots…Mark’s eyes widened in a terror.

'Oh god…’

'Ahand the penny finally drops.’

Anti’s rapid giggling filled the room as his eyes glittered, getting a wave of euphoria at the realisation and the panic in Mark’s eyes. Now Mark knew what was coming for him. Anti’s fingertips suddenly reappeared at Mark’s sides, tracing delicate shapes and patterns as Anti worked his way up Mark’s torso. Slowly.

'Yohohou dohohohon’t hahave to dohoho thihihis!!!’

Mark giggled frantically as Anti’s fingers walked and pinched on their journey, all the while their owner was watching with an uncontainable excitement.

'I know, but the thing is…I want to.’

Mark whimpered as he grinned nervously, until a sudden strangled noise flew from his throat as Anti’s fingers merely rested in the hollows of his underarms.

'ARG-! SHIT!’

Anti jumped and chuckled in a low tone, cocking his head and immediately starting to scratch in the sensitive areas experimentally.

'Uh oh, looks like someone’s in quite the ticklish situation!’

Mark absolutely howled with laughter, just at the light touch alone there were tears dripping down his cheeks as he fell into quick hysterics.

'AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FAHAHAHAHAHAHACK!!!’

Anti was in complete awe, he couldn’t believe someone could be so ticklish and fro such light contact too! He hardened his touch and relished in Mark’s legitimate screams, he sighed; today was a very good day.

'Tickle tickle tickle! Oh I’m definitely going to be paying you more visits, this is too perfect!’

Mark screeched and writhed, he couldn’t take it anymore.

'STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!’

Anti grinned gently as Mark’s arms slammed down over his hands, so he graciously stopped the movements of his metatarsals to let the poor man catch his breath; Mark was still giggling heavily though, which amused Anti greatly.

'Jeez I stopped, you can calm down whenever you like ya know!’

Mark blushed gently as he looked up at Anti with a pitiful, pleading expression.

'Yohour fihihingers ahare stihill there!’

Anti snickered and rolled his eyes, looking back to where his hands were being pinned by Mark’s intense biceps.

'I’m aware of that! You’re the one trapping them!’

Mark giggled and looked to Anti tentatively, he hesitated. What if this was a trap? Anti sighed and wiggled his fingers a little, making Mark yelp with a fearful expression.

'C'mon I’ve tortured ya enough, for today at least.’

Mark shuddered as he raised his arms fractionally, allowing Anti to remove his hands after which Mark went to immediately hug his torso protectively. Anti meanwhile had shuffled off him and started walking away, and was therefore immensely surprised when Mark suddenly piped up.

'When do you plan on coming back?’

Anti paused, and turned to him slowly with an absent look. He smiled gently at the lightly curious man, speaking slowly and carefully.

'I don’t know yet. But remember Mark…I’m ALWAYS watching.’

Anti giggled as Mark let out a final nervous shudder before the glitching gentleman sauntered away, leaving Mark thinking. Even when Jack was here…it by no means meant that Anti wasn’t watching. Always.

WHOOOHOOOO GLITCH BITCH AWAAAY!! Tell me if u like and stuff and yup, luv yous xx 

[fenrae-l]

11 Questions Tag

Got tagged by @doodle-roon & @mizukixtsukiyomi. Thanks, dearie~

Rules

1. Post the rules 2. Answer the questions given to you by the tagger 3. Write 11 questions of your own 4. And tag 11 people

@doodle-roon‘s Questions

1. Can you explain your favorite color without saying what it is?

A cool dewy mist that kisses your skin in the warmth of the morning sun. While a deep yet tender melody sings, lulling you to another world. A strong passionate yet calm cologne wafts around you like the gentle pulls of the sea. A plush, velvety caress of the softest of furs, almost encompassing you in dark mysterious clouds. 

2. Describe your favorite thing about one of the people you’ve met online.

I love how we can gush and fangirl over our rare-pair hell club. How we keep on digging ourselves deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper, DEEPER holes, enabling each other’s imagination and creativity. 

3. How are you feeling today and can you find a quote to go with it?

"I just thought random screaming would help me out." - Markiplier

4. Did anything memorable happen this year?

I became an auntie and my niece is the most precious in the world!!!

5. What genre/type of book do you typically avoid? What would change your mind about it?

Hm, I guess mostly dry books? Non-fictional ones. Although I have read a few non-fictional that are good, but those are rare finds for me. So if there was a non-fiction book that drew me in with mystery, romance, drama, etc (almost like a soap opera haha) then I’d give it a try. 

6. Dark, milk, white, or no chocolate?

Dark, dark chocolate all the way~ Gimme that bittersweet~ (Although I love other chocolate too, but if I had to choose)

7. What’s something that you’ve learned as you’ve aged?

You choose your family and always surround yourself with an awesome support group. Never settle and always push yourself, but only if you want to. Do what YOU want to do and not because somebody else wants you to, for your life time is too short to be wasted on others and not yourself. 

8. What’s your favorite thing about your favorite holiday?

COSTUMES! CHARACTERS! YES! 

9.  Are you more intrigued by the past or the future?

Mixture of both, but I lean more towards future. The past helps shape the future, so it’s always good to learn from the past, regardless if it’s gritty or horrible. From that past, you’ll learn not to repeat the same mistakes or be able to look out for those warning signs. It’s awesome to see where the future would take us. Onward on our great adventure!

10. Where did you get your taste in music?

That’s such a good questions, lol. Um, I guess it all started from soundtracks from movies, anime, shows. Also from learning the guzheng, acting in musicals, and singing in choir.

11. Top three things on your bucket list.

Explore Japan!

Become a successful, self sustaining artist

NO REGRETS BY THE END OF MY LIFE (does that count?)

@mizukixtsukiyomi‘s Questions

1. If you could be in any movie/cartoon/anime/book world, what would it be, and why? 

Shit, mizuki, love, why. why. why. Why would you ask me this?!? Oh man... I guess... I guess it would be Mass Effect, even though I love Dragon Age, but having to deal with mage/speciest oppression, demons, and darkspawn in Dragon Age would be worse than Mass Effect. I choose Mass Effect because it’s near and dear to my heart. Although, the Reapers would be pretty scary to have to deal with, but getting to explore space, discover new things,  and being surrounded by my lovely lovely aliens. Yeaaassssssssssss

2. What do you do on a rainy day (if you were to have the day off)?

I would usually stay at home with a warm mug of milk tea or hot chocolate and probably make some soup or congee for noms. Typically, I’d be bundled up into a fen-ritto with my plush throw, fuzzy neck warmer and fluffy socks on. Then, I’d be on the computer: drawing, watching a movie/show/anime/etc, listening to music, chatting, gaming, or all of the above. 

3. Which childhood movie/cartoon/anime do you wish they would remake?

A remake you say...hm... I don’t really think if have one? Granted some anime/cartoons would be nice to see a new, updated style like Yu Yu Hakusho or Card Captor Sakura. 

4. How would you describe your fashion-style?

Majority of the time cute, comfy, and practical. If I want to dress up, then steampunk/pin-up. 

5. If you had all the money in the world, what country would you live in?

Japan sounds nice, but I think I’d want to live in places like Denmark, Switzerland, Iceland or Norway. Surrounded by nature, yet still suburban. 

6. Is there something you are proud you have accomplished so far?

I am proud...that I am living on my own! Having your own space away from family is so freeing. 

7. Who is your ultimate OTP? (can be crossover or OC).

Sweetie, I have too many OTPs that I don’t think I have just THE ONE. BUT, if you were gouging my flesh with a rusty dull spoon and had to make me choose, then Garrus Vakarian x Commander Shepard (Mass Effect). 

8. What will be your goal or resolution for 2018?

Goal for 2018: Improve my art!

9. What is something you will not wear (hats, sweaters, shorts, etc.)?

Short shorts, hats (unless it’s a top hat or bowler hat), and gloves.

10. If you could meet any celebrity, which one would it and why?

LOVE WHY?!? Ugh, ok. If I had to choose, then probably either one of my favorite video game voice actors or Markiplier. Because man, many of them either helped changed my life or helped me through rough times. 

11. Have you made friendships online that you would consider are special to you?

YES! Most definitely! :3 I am so so thankful for my wonderful and kind online friends.

My Questions

1. Which character from a book/show/anime/movie/etc. would you have as your best friend and why?

2. What would you do if you were snowed in for the holidays? 

3. Has anything happened recently that just made your day and you can’t stop smiling when you think about it?

4. If you met someone you’ve ALWAYS wanted to meet (whether fictional or not), what’s the first thing you would do when face to face?

5. If you had to change your name, what would your new name be, and why would you choose that name?

6. Just like Hodor (from A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones), if you could only say one word (or phrase) for the rest of your life, what would it be and why?

7. What would be on the gag reel of your life?

8. In one sentence, how would you describe your relationship with one of your online friends?

9.  Shark diving, bungee jumping, sky diving, or no diving?

10.  What is the weirdest scar you have and how did you get it?

11. If you were a god/goddess, what type would you be?

Now I tag...ANYONE, who would like to do this~

[cjoatprehn]

The Truth

It’s  Time to Stop the Negativity in My Life

   Introduction

“Here is the truth about that…weird girl you know just around the block. That girl you bullied in elementary and middle school…that college student who always seemed to take care of others and not herself. That girl who seemed to want to say one thing…but just doesn’t say it at all. The bookworm who seemed to love homework. That teenager who is awfully mean on her periods. The daughter that seems to want others to understand and have excuses for every mistake she does. The granddaughter that says random things and draws on anything…even your light-colored couch with a marker. That cousin who always seems to want to leave parties and has a crush but will never confess. That one student that hates fighting others, and self-destructs herself. The girl that is writing this post….to release the truth that she has been hiding…and is willing to accept the consequences as they come.”

               I want to say, thank you…to all of you who have been with me for this long in my life. I appreciate all your efforts to make sure that I am happy, safe, and above all, healthy. That I know whether to cross the street or not, to speak out and say what I think. To speak the truth in the inward parts. God hates a liar. And the Holy Spirit is watching me now, as I write this. This is my confession to all of you and my confirmation of my signature that I will accept all consequences as they come through. Most of you may want to unfollow me and not support me and that is perfectly okay with me. I just…want you guys to know the truth. The real me. I warn you, this may…sound messed up to a very certain extent. Depending on who reads it. But…

I am no longer going to hide behind fantastical stories anymore. I will…take what comes and may God protect the rest of me and my mind. I want to go ahead and apologize to Him now, for all the exaggerated stories. All of it.

In Real Life Shoutouts:

Now…Shout outs are in order. First off, the Father My God, for creating and revealing things to me. The one listener who doesn’t get annoyed at my constant babbling. Um, My Grandma Neal and my Grandma Clara. For helping me through everything, life in general. And Grandma Virgie Monroe, for having the Artist mind to understand someone as complex as me. The Prayer Ministry, for their prayers for my family and life. Alberta and Daqwon McKnight, for their hospitality, generosity, guidance and preaching. Corinthian Baptist Church, for becoming the one place where I can be safest and happiest. No matter if it is Sunday or not. Miss Erline and her family for showing just…so much hardworking talent in the Mission Ministry. Kelli Michelle Wise for raising me and my sister. Mckenzie Joyner for being the best girlfriend I could ever have in Maryland, being able to relate to a girl that balances me out is wonderful. Edwin Johnson IV for the longest friendship I have ever been able to maintain without unintentionally breaking it. Raymond Fisher III and his family, for the constant support especially when I became homeless. Renoir Dawson-Finan (I have some thanks for you too), for coming so quickly whenever I needed you. Your comfort during the hard times made it bearable (when you weren’t….you know…NSFW). Yoni for being the gentleman of advice, silliness, and absolute absurdity. My siblings as well. I love you all. No matter your actions. Also. Mary Baldwin University: Gloria Cooper, Shay’De Tyler, Destinee and Heather Zollars, Hannah Fishbourne, Andrea Cornett-Scott and her husband, Gamer’s Guild, Kate, and so many more. I appreciate all your positive messages and love on my whiteboard. I still have the pictures in my over 12,000 photo library, hehe. There are many more people in my life I may have forgotten but I want to move on to the Online friends now.

 Online Shoutouts:

         First Shoutout goes to the first ever server I have joined on Discord. Yes, while flawed, the entire group of friends that I met for Dungeons and Dragons, while it…was an experience with many highs and lows, I am glad to have experienced the joy of slaying monsters with a silly band of diverse people. I still have the recordings, and the photos from when Coley visited and drew the Aquarius constellation on my hand. I hope you guys are well. Even if you guys no longer like my existence anymore. The others are those I have made in Art Servers, Roleplay Servers, and Youtubers like Tehrogue, Melle-D, Mona-Chan, Jacksepticeye, Markiplier, Your Daily Dose of Internet, AyChristineGames, All of the Viners out there, you are all amazing and I love your content. On Tumblr, you guys have all been kind, and there are so many I could list. But while I am late, I want to shoutout to you guys too. You know who you are.

 Lord Give Me Strength…

        I…have a lot to confess to you all. A lot of the things you have heard about/from me and my character…are probably exaggerated to make myself seem…a lot more interesting and awesome than I actually am. The reason I overexaggerated the stories I tell about what happen to me, no matter how short or long, is because…I am afraid of being judged for my true self. And making my life seem…insane, seemed like the best way to make friends. But! Not every story was…untrue. The Homeless Shelter story, did actually happen. But…nobody hit on me, or did anything wrong. They were all very grateful for the goods we brought for their survival. The Angela is insane on Sugar,…is both true and untrue in a sense. Because I do get a certain boost from it and the caffeine in my medication, and crashing ends up screwing the day for me. But…me doing flips and jumping down flights of stairs and landing on my feet is not true. Also it’s very dangerous don’t do that unless you are trained (or something like that). There are actually a lot of stories that were exaggerated….Me walking straight out the front door and going 84-86 miles was true. Geepus sometimes my legs sheer pain from when I walked those long distances. It really was terrifying to walk in the pitch black of night with nothing but trees and no lights around you in a manic state. The sister story…well…(That was true.) The Attempting Suicide twice (true) the first boyfriend (True) Many of the stories I tell are actually true I am discovering but the added details and overexaggeration for effect makes it…laughable and crazy to say the least.

             But…long story short…there are so many stories I have told, to make you laugh, to make me seem like a kickbutt person, or to inspire you. But I’m here to say, most of them were overexaggerated for the sake of…my inner security about myself, and you guys laughing makes me laugh so I add stuff to make it even funnier. Because everyone needs a good belly-aching laugh. Or someone needs an awe-inspiring story.

 I will admit, those of you who sense I am hiding something…I usually am. On an everyday basis. Even people like Edwin still are finding out more about me and my experiences with life. I know a lot more than I let on….I’m not violent, or an absolute hothead all the time, I tend to blurt out what’s on my mind. I…I’m imperfect. But I’m okay with that. God Made me to be imperfect and enjoy the pleasures he gave for me to enjoy. I know you have a lot of questions. For those of you who have my number and social media, message me. I’ll answer any questions you may have. If you have lost faith in me, or hate me for the lies, or just…other bad things…I am okay with that.  Thank you all for listening to my confession. I look forward to the future and what lies ahead. But no matter what, I still believe in, and love all of you, and will do anything no matter what for you. That has never changed.

[bethanygamemaster]

Corpse groom (CH 1)

Today was a cloudy gray day like all the other days, all the kids outside play whatever and me sitting in my room bored as always, I lay in my bed thinking on what to do, I could watch videos or listen to music but I'm not in the mood for it, so I decide to get up and look out the window seeing what catches my eye, I see a beautiful blue bird sit on a branch in front of my window, as weird as I am I think to scare it away but from such beauty it gas I decide to draw it, I got my pencil and note book and began to draw, as I was drawing it just stayed then like it knows that I'm drawing him, what seemed like forever I finished drawing that beautiful bird, I set my drawing book down and got my iPod about to take a picture of it but by the time I looked at the bird it was gone, well I drew my memory rather then snapping it on a screen, I sit back on my bed looking at what I drew and sigh in satisfaction, I put it on my desk and lay back and think on what else I could draw but then I realized I need to go to a wedding practice, I sigh in frustration and get out of my bed, "ugh why do I need to get married I don't even like guys that much or girls", I think as I go downstairs, "I don't need a family yet all I want is friends and YouTube",

I think as I'm going out the door waiting for my mom to pick me up, I sit on the porch and rest my head on my palm of my hand, I sit there in what seemed like forever then a crow crows at me scaring me a bit, "agh! Ugh stupid bird shoo!", as the crow flies away to the forest near my home, I never payed attention to that forest till I saw the crow fly to an old mansion as it looks like, I stand up to see a better view, "wow", I say as I walk towards the street, but before I could cross the street to the forest I hear a honk of a car, I look to see my mom got home and is waiting for me, I look back at the mansion and look back at mom, I walk to the car and got in, "why do we need to drive it like 3 blocks away?", I ask her as I put my seatbelt on, she looks at me "because it's going to rain and I don't want you wet at a practice", I sigh and sit back in the seat, she starts to drive and I look out the window, "mom why do I need to get married?", I ask her as I stare out the window, "it's because we need money, and if we don't have the money we will be forced to live on the streets", I sigh and lean my head on the window and close my eyes thinking on what my husband would be like, would he be one of those drug addicts, or an alcoholic?, or he could be those travel everywhere husbands, ooh I would like him but he could be those just use your wife for money husbands, ugh I can't even think about what he would do if we slept together, I cringe at the thought and decide to just stop thinking about it, but what would he look like? Ooh boy do not go there, as I get all these images in my head my mom stops the car, "ok we're here, and don't forget our practice we had together", I open the car door and walk to the door "ya I know mom, stand up straight and smile", I open the door and enter, "that's my girl", my mom says following me, we enter the community centre just to practice, ugh why here I could just do this in my room, I look around to see people and kids having fun doing activities and stuff that I wish I could do with them but I have to "adult" like everyone who has to do in their life, "ugh I hate growing up", I say to myself quietly, then my mom looks at me "did you say something?",

I don't even look at her, "I was just talking to myself", as we walked to the practice room, "is there something I should know hun?", she looks at me worried, "no nothing", umm ya how about not getting married, I think to myself and enter the practice room, but we were early and my so called "husband" wasn't here yet to they told us to go do something till they arrive, "now don't go to far they may be here any minute now", my mom tells me as I walk down the hall, "I'm not", I yell back to her as I look through the doors to see if there was something to do, I see some kids doing crafts in one room then I see one room with kids dancing, but I couldn't see anything that I was interested in but then I see a room with lights off with the door wide open, why would they leave a door wide open if nobody is using it, I look through the door to see if anyone was there but the room was empty, but in the glimmer of light I see a beautiful piano, I look back down the hall to see if they were here yet but no they are not, I walk inside the room and walked to the piano, it not an electric piano it's an old style wooden piano, it was brand new as I could smell that new smell off of things, I sit at the piano and think on what song I could play but it's been a while since i last played a song, I put my hand on some keys and play random keys just for fun but then I remember this song that used to relax me every time I played it, I placed my hands in position to play and I began to play (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ma3BFoEwjPI) I play for a while and relax not caring on what was around me, I continue to play but then I saw I figure in the corner of my eye in surprise and fell backwards to the ground, I moan in pain as I lay on the ground, the figure leans forward and says "you play beautiful music", it's too dark to see his face but whatever, "ugh thanks", I stand up and brush my clothes from dust and fix the chair,  unable to see his face I try to squint but still can't see, "who are you, you sound familiar", I rub my eyes to try to see better, "well you should know or you may not know but I am famous", he says at he walk to the light switch, he turns the light on then looks at me, my eyes widen and my jaw drops open, "MM-Markiplier?", I say as he walks towards me, "the one and only", he says as he walks towards me fixing his hair, oh got what could he be here for?, if he's going out to a game convention I want to go with him, but my words stutter in excitement " wwhat are yyoou    Doiing heeere?", I try to stay calm and hold my scream, "well I came here for a good wife and get a better life but I'm mostly having a blind wedding", WHAT!!! I think to myself nearly passing out, is he marring me?!, I try to keep myself on my feet trying to act normal, "well I got to go to the practice room and see my future wife", he walks out the room, but I fall back breathless, oh god the man I watch everyday on a tv screen it marrying me, oh I'm going to have a happy wedding, I look at the clock showing its 11:48, oh god the practice starts in 2 minutes, I stand up quickly and rush out the door and ran to the room, my mom just walked out the door and nearly ran into her "there you are your man is here", I walk in the room and see Mark standing there, oh god I'm actually marrying him ugh is this a dream?, I walk behind him and turns to see me, his eye widen in surprise, "I'm marrying you?!", apparently he's just as surprised as I am "I guess so", I stand beside him trying to be calm for practice, I look at Mark "umm I'm not that good remembering vows", he looks at me with a faint smile "I'm sure you'll be fine.        

(Three hours later)

Bethany Rachel weddeler from the beginning, again,

"With this hand I will lift your sorrows, your cup will never empty for I will be your wine, with this candle I will light your way in darkness, with this ring I ask you to be mine, let's try that again", ugh after hours of practice I'm still not getting this, "ok I'll try again", not really caring I hold the candle in my left hand, Mark leans to my ear and whispers "its supposed to be in your right hand", I sigh and switch hands, "better?", Mark nods his head and holds my hand, I take a deep breath tired and not really caring, "with this hand I will will lift your swallows", Mark smirks trying not to laugh, the priest guy slams his cane on the table trying to get our attention, "we must hurry I can't be here all day", Mark does a little cough clearing his voice, "ok I'll go", I don't do anything just letting him go, "with this candle I will burn your ass", I smirk trying not to laugh, Mark then laughs a little "that's it I can't handle these people anymore", as the Priest leaves, my mom comes to me and slaps me in the head "grow up for once, this is serious if we are to be happy", I look at my mom with an angry look, "well what if I don't want to grow up!, what if all I want is to go anywhere I want to go and not worrying about people telling me on what I can and can't do!", I yell at her as I leave the room, Mark was trying follow me but my mom preventing him from following, I leave the building and starts to walk home, I walk down the street and see the forest, knowing that the forest leads to my home I walk in the forest, as I walk I'm thinking to myself that I'm too childish, maybe I do need to grow up, I sigh in knowing that I never win, I see a log and sit on it, "hmm maybe I should practice my vows more", I say as I take out a ring, I clear my throat, "with this candle I will... Ugh fuck what was it?", after all I've been through I still don't remember those vows, I stand up and walk trying to remember, "with this hand I will kill oh god not that, with this candle I will... I will... Ugh I rather die", I sigh In frustration knowing that I might not be able to do it, the sound of thunder could be heard not far away, a flash of lightning scares me a bit with crows flying, I jump startled a bit then notice that looked like a grave, I walk to it then realize in next to the mansion, not knowing if anyone lived there I don't go near the house but I'm more curious about the grave, I go to the stone and crouch, I wipe the stone that appears to have nothing written on it, "hmm must be an unmarked grave", I say as I stand up looking at the grave, then I see this branch sticking out of the ground, curious I get a better look at is, it looks like a hand but it looks like a stick, "hmm maybe I can practice with this?", I hold the ring in my hand and clears my throat,

"ok with this hand I will... Umm lift your... Ssorrows your cup will never empty for I will be your dri-I mean wine, with this candle I will light your way in... Darkness, with this ring I ask you to be mine", I put the ring on the stick, then all the crows start flying everywhere, confused on what was going on I try to scare the birds away, I take my shoe off and throw it at the birds and manage to hit one, still not scared they still stay here, then I hear the ground rumble, afraid thinking it was an earthquake I held on a tree, I look at the grave seeing crack coming out of it, then I see a hand reach out of it, (well from the gamer I am I have videogame instincts and at this moment what would I do? Run like the fucking wind) I grab my shoe that I threw at the birds and try to but it on as I run, as I run the crows kept following me till I got to the street on my home, not looking back I sprint towards my home and ran into my home, i lock the door and grab the baseball bat from the closet and ran upstairs to my room, I look out the window from my room to see if whatever it was chasing me, I didn't see anything but I kept looking just in case, I try to catch my breath thinking that I was just seeing things, I turn around to but the bat down but this ghostly figure standing in front of me, "oh-my-god" Michael Jackson... Was standing in my room, but he was dead, scarred shitless I try to throw the bat at him thinking he was a zombie going to eat me but it went through him like he wasn't even there, he walks towards be reaching out at me, I back up to my side table pinned, he puts his hands on my shoulders and says "you may kiss the bride", and leans to my face then black.