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obsidiancreates · 3 years

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An Origin

(Sort of a sequel to This but I couldn't figure out how to fit Sia and Evan in but shhhhhhhhhh it's another AU we'll jsut say that)

Everyone stands around in a circle, looking at each other.

"... So... how do we go about this?" Bim asks. "Are we going to Boxcar Children up a makeshift shelter? Risk getting a hotel? I think I have about two thousand dollars left."

"I have an apartment."

Everyone looks at Doc.

"It's small, but it's somewhere to start."

"... Don't the people hunting you know about it?"

"Oh. Right. ... Do you think I'll be able to go back to gather some things?"

Dark shrugs, sitting down on a stump. "Depends. Who exactly is hunting you?"

"I don't fully know."

"What do you know?"

"... I was leaving work, a late shift at the hospital. I'm a- ... was a, surgeon. I guess I can't... do that, anymore."

"Oh, dude... that sucks." Bing gives Doc a pat on the shoulder.

"And now so do you," Bim says, snickering a little. Yancy elbows Bim, giving him a sort of... disappointed-big-brother type look. Bim rubs his arm. "Sorry," he huffs.

Doc shrugs. "It's accurate. Anyway, um, I was leaving work, and I was all alone walking to the bus stop. And then I... I don't know. Someone grabbed me and said something about... I think about 'rescuing' me?"

Dark tsks. "Yeah, a lot of other vampires consider turning someone to be saving them."

"... They weren't a vampire. Their hand was warm."

Dark perks up, surprised.

"They hit me over the head, and I woke up somewhere just..." Doc flounders for the words. "... Just horrible. Like a um, like a room in a cheesy movie about satanic cults."

"The candlelight flickered over the walls, somehow seeming to take away light instead of grant it, the shadows deeper than should be possible in the corners of the room."

Doc glances at Host, eyeing him warily. "Yeah. Like that."

"The Host was a horror writer."

"... Oh. So then... you can probably guess what happened next?" Doc desperately hopes he won't have to be the one to describe it.

"The Host doesn't need to guess. He can Know. ... ... ... Doc was pushed into the middle of a circle painted on the floor, the stench of rotting blood making his stomach churn. He looked up as a man approached him and tried to demand to know what was going on, only to realize he was gagged. His mind was still foggy."

Doc shakes a little as Host recounts it. Bing leads him over to another stump to sit down.

"The man knelt down and stroked Doc's hair. 'Here, and now, we have begun The Recompense,' he said in a voice as soft as the candlelight, and just as haunting. He stood, and threw open his arms. 'We at last fulfill our destinies!"

"The man pulled a vial out of his robe, something bubbling and the color of Sickness itself. He pulled Doc's gag out just slightly, and poured it into Doc's mouth. The taste was almost indescribable, thee only word for it being repulsive. The man forcefully closed Doc's mouth, and didn't let go until Doc finally had no choice but to swallow. The man put the gag back in after that."

"He gestured to one of the people hovering in the outskirts of the shadows. A person stepped forward. Doc's heart began racing as he saw their eyes were glowing red."

Bing rubs Doc's back. Doc clamps his hand over his neck, getting paler by the second.

"The leader of this stranger group stepped out of the way, and the vampire knelt down before Doc. They smiles warmly at him, their fangs glinting in the demure candlelight. 'It's my honor to be your Release,' they said, reverence in their words."

"They tilted his head to the side. Doc's breathing became fast, his heartbeat almost painful in the panic. The vampire brushed their fingers along his neck. 'Don't panic. Soon you'll be free from Mortal Fear.'"

"They sank their fangs into Doc's neck. Doc let out a scream, muffled by the gag. He felt thee blood being sucked from his body, his neck getting the staticky feeling of a limb falling asleep, the feeling spreading so very rapidly."

Dark tilts his head. "That's not a usual feeling for someone being turned." He looks around at the others. "Is it?"

There's a murmuring of answers, the consensus being a complete "No."

Doc shudders, and Wilford is suddenly by his side, draping a shock blanket over him. Doc jumps in place, but accepts the comfort.

"When it was over, Doc collapsed into a heap. He shivered and twitched on the middle of the circle, his veins empty yet his brain still functioning, though that term applied very loosely. He wasn't dead, at the very least."

Now, the others look sick. "You shouldn't have been awake by then," Bim croaks.

"You-you should've passed out when-when you lost enough-enough blood," Eric whispers.

"The group around Doc were speaking, but Doc couldn't understand the words. But even if his mind had been functioning well, he wouldn't have had any better idea. The words were ancient, a lost language, made for magic."

"As the chanting droned on and on, however, Doc grew more and more... alert. But not aware. Not awake. Simply alert. And hungry."

"I attacked someone," Doc croaks out, shaking. "I don't know what happened, I just- all of a sudden I was pinning someone to a wall and-and drinking blood and they were screaming around me-"

"But not because of fear. Not because of grief over their lost friend. Doc had become Feral faster than they expected. They were screaming because of their plans being ruined."

Doc puts a hand too his mouth, stifling a sob.

"When Doc came back to his right mind, he only had seconds to process before realizing he had to run. And even as he ran he could feel himself changing, feel the cold setting in-"

"Please skip this part," Doc whimpers.

"... Until at last, Doc slammed into Eric."

There's silence. A long, long silence, the only sounds being Doc's muffled sobs and the crinkling of the shock blanket as Bing rubbed his back.

"... I woke up, too." Mark breaks the silence. "... I was trying to take a hike. Job sucked, life sucked, I figured it would help. But I got jumped, and woke up while they were carrying me somewhere. I ran away, and it... it was so..."

Mark struggles to find the words.

"Yeah," Doc says, knowing what Mark meant still. "Just... yeah."

...

Bim stands up. "So. When do we go back to raid your apartment?"

"But I thought-"

"Yeah, fuck those guys. Let's see them fight ten vampires and four androids and see how much that screws up their plans. We're going to get your shit back, and figure out somewhere safe to love. For all of us."

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lostcybertronian · 5 years

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Taste Test

A little something of some mishaps between the Host and a house full of vampires. I rewrote this like four times but I hope yall like it anyways!!

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Since the Host had moved into the manor, he was always a bit tense. He had lived in this home long enough to have rumours fly surrounding himself, and get new clothes. Long enough to be warned about each individual other vampire in the manor, and to have a warning go out about him. Long enough to even call the strange manor a home. But not long enough to trust a house full of vampires. It had been an eventful two and a half weeks, he must admit.

He trudged inside, lips blue and teeth chattering from the crisp chill of the autumn air, still fighting it’s way inside after he had closed the back door. He was still spending more time than necessary exploring, it was all he could really do. He was well aware of the fact that he couldn’t leave without being accompanied by one or more residents of his home, he opted to look around both the manor and the seemingly expansive land it sat upon instead. He had wandered for a little over an hour before the numbness in his fingers became far too unbearable, causing him to venture inside in search for warmth. It was almost humorous, he was seeking warmth in a house inhabited by things that were dead. His search brought him to the kitchen, mumbling to himself as he put the tea kettle on to boil. As much as he wanted coffee, he was not going to even attempt to use the fancy coffee maker.

“So,” Bim seemed to have appeared from thin air, hopping up onto the counter to the Host’s left, “tell me about Dark. Is he, like, super possessive of his play things?” He smiled slightly at the embarrassed flush that crossed the human’s face at the comment, he almost missed the feeling of heat flooding ones face. He listened to the shocked sputtering for a moment before he rolled his eyes and reached to pull the other in towards him, hands on either shoulder and legs not quite trapping the other’s hips between them. “Oh, not like that. We know. Just because you’re blind doesn’t mean we can’t see the hickies. I meant when it comes to like feeding. Are you exclusive? Will he eat other pretty boys? Are-"

"What do you want?” The Host had cut the other off, each new question causing his flush to deepen and spread, already the red was beginning to chase down his shirt collar. The bandage began to darken as well with his heightened embarrassment and increasing annoyance, fresh blood blooming in captivating splotches.

“I want to try.” Before a question could even be asked, Bim leaned in and licked a stripe along the bloody trail on the other’s left cheek. His eyebrows shot up at the taste, it was strong, but intoxicating. The reason, unbeknownst to him, was the magic that was in the Host’s blood gave him an incredibly unique, rich taste. Another taste wouldn’t hurt, would it? When he leaned in again he was shoved back with a surprising amount of force. His eyes opened, the Host hadn’t moved. What pushed him? He didn’t know why, but he felt as if he were being glared at, the sensation coming from the eyeless man made the hair on his arms stand up. “Alright! Jeez, I’m sorry!” He put his hands up in surrender while the other snatched the kettle off the stove, and proceeded to pour himself the angriest cup of tea he had ever seen.

The Host was muttering half under his breath, half louder, so the vampire could hear his frustration. “Bim Trimmer had better be sorry. The Host is the last person one would want as an enemy. The Host finished making his cup of tea and stormed out of the kitchen…” Angry narrations trailing behind him as he stomped away and up the stairs.

Bim was still in his position when Wilford strolled in, a safe distance away, making sure the angry human wouldn’t become suspicious of him. “Did you do it?” His eyes glinted when he heard a hum in confirmation. He slid the twenty dollar bill from his pocket and into Bim’s waiting hand. There was quite some time before either of them spoke, not surprisingly, it was Wilford who broke the silence. “Say, what did he taste like?"

"Amazing. Like, perfect.” Bim paused, crossing his legs from where he sat on the counter. He glanced back towards the door, a curious eyebrow raised. He really needed to know what the hell the Host was, and if he could find others who tasted that delicious. He had a sneaking suspicion that even if the other was okay with being everyone’s blood bag, Dark sure as hell wouldn’t be. “There is one thing I’m sure of, though."

"And what’s that?"

"I’m definitely putting my bet on him being the antichrist. The guy’s pure evil. He tasted evil."

"Tasted evil, you say? Well, I might need to try for myself then.”

Bim snorted, shaking his head. “Good luck. If Dark doesn’t kill you, I think he might.” He laughed. Soon enough, the kitchen erupted into jokes and gossip, and other useless things that mattered only to Bim and Wilford.

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YO I LOVE THIS

#i love this a lot #vampire au #vampire!bim trimmer #human!host #vampire!wilford #dost hark #the host #wilford warfstache #bim trimmer #submissions #lostandwandering #lovely anon #vamp anon #submission

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caninempathy · 2 years

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Almost considered bim for the vamp au but it’s literally just… Normal bim with immortality and the potentially growing god complex 💀

Eric However.

#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝘀 (𝗼𝗼𝗰 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸). ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

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iamvegorott · 4 years

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Okay that post made me think about this, for the Vamp!au, which Iplier does Dark have a literally fight to stop them from eating garlic? My money is on either, Wilf or Bim.

The answer is both 😆

Bim wants to cause pride and Wilford wants to cause "it's just really good!"

#humans get to why not us?#BECAUSE IT CAN KILL US #anon #vampire!au #vamp!au

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lamiasluck · 5 years

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Vampire AU Dark having to find and comfort little bat Eric is cute. Or Magic AU Dark finally having enough of the others nonsense and taking off to give Eric a ‘proper’ date - 🐍 Just some ideas from your idea generating snake

Sorry this took so long ;^; here’s a vamp fic! I really should work on that au more lol

For once, Dark was relaxed. He finished his work for the day, and surprisingly, no one barged into his office with some nonsense for him to deal with. A wine glass filled with a good amount of blood was swirled lightly in his hand, and in the other was a book he’s been meaning to read. It’s what he deserved after all his tedious tasks.

His peaceful solace was short lived, however. It always was short lived.

“Dark?” Bim knocked on the door. “We need some help…”

With a heavy sigh, Dark let Bim in. “What’s the problem this time?”

“Uh, well…” He shifted under Dark’s emotionless gaze. “It’s that new guy, Eric.”

Immediately, Dark tilted his head and glared at Bim. “What did you do to him?” His new pupil was to not be messed with under any circumstances, not unless someone has a death wish.

“It-It wasn’t me!” Bim squeaked. “It was the Jims! They wanted to play a prank on Eric, and scared him with loud noises… now he’s hiding under the couch. None of us have a tiny bat form so we can’t get him out.”

“Where are the Jims?”

“I don’t know, hiding from you probably?”

Dark didn’t waste anymore time. He stormed out of his office, leaving Bim behind, and went to the living room to investigate. He’ll deal with the Jims later, no one escaped his punishments. Right now he had a bat to save.

Just as Bim described, there was a lot of chaos surrounding the couch. Dr. Iplier was crouched down looking presumably at Eric, coaxing the bat with reassurances. Wilford was shining a flashlight under the couch in a vain attempt to help. Dr. Iplier immediately straightened up when he noticed Dark. “Oh thank god you showed up,” he sighed. “I can’t get him out of here.”

No words were said as Dark made his way to the couch. Well, at least nothing was said to the others. He grabbed the flashlight as he looked under the couch. “Eric? Where are you?” Soon after he saw Eric’s handkerchief in a small heap. It twitched slightly upon hearing his voice. “You’re not in trouble, it’s okay.” A tiny head poked out from underneath the cloth, revealing Eric’s tiny bat form. Eric was more fluffed up than normal due to his cloth hiding space. If he wasn’t surrounded by his fellows, he would coo at the distressed vampire’s appearance.

A soft squeak left Eric’s trembling lips. He cautiously inched forward towards Dark, clumsily dragging his handkerchief along with him. Dark cast a quick, but stern look at the others. The silent command made everyone leave as soon as possible, though Wilford did chuckle at him and pat him on the shoulder.

“You’re safe now, darling.” His tone was much softer as he spoke alone. “Come along now, I’ll take you to my office.”

Eventually Eric crawled out and looked around, handkerchief held in his mouth. He didn’t protest when Dark gently scooped him up and held him in his hands. Hugging his handkerchief close, he curled up Dark’s hand and continued to shiver. In his bat form, Eric was no bigger than Dark’s palm, easily one of the tiniest bat forms amongst the egos. Undeniably adorable, but Dark wouldn’t say that out loud.

The trip to his office was quiet. When Dark closed the door behind him, he made his way to his desk and placed Eric on it. The bat squeaked quietly into his handkerchief, looking anxiously at Dark as he gazed at his scared form. Dark’s expression was often unreadable, but now Eric could have swore he saw a hint of sympathy.

“Would you like to talk about it?”

Instead of a tiny bat sitting on the desk, Eric changed forms and sat hunched over, legs dangling off the table. Dark didn’t protest his position.

“Th-The Jims… they - they snuck up behind me and, um, and they scared me,” Eric instinctively hid the scar on his neck, fingers twitching as they touched the ridged marks. He retracted his hand away as if he was shocked, instead using his hand to clutch at his handkerchief. “I’m… I’m sorry…” he said with his head hanging low.

“There’s no need to apologize.”

He kept his head down as he desperately fought away tears, shaking his head slightly at Dark’s comment. He shouldn’t have been so scared, so pathetic. How dare he cower in Dark’s presence and waste his time?

“If it’s any consolation,” Dark started, “I will be talking to the Jims later today about their behaviour.” Eric stayed silent at his comment, now pulling at his handkerchief. Dark’s eyes softened ever so slightly, but the gesture went unnoticed. Various words and sentences buzzed in his mind, yet none of them seemed right for his new pupil. He mindlessly glanced at the scar peeking above Eric’s shirt collar, commenting to himself how new the marks looked. A freshly born fawn sat before him, and it felt like it would take an eternity to teach him how to stand.

“Dark…” Eric’s weak voice started, “I can’t, um, I-I can’t-” His voice cracked and interrupted his thoughts. Quiet sobs were the only sound within the otherwise silent office.

The sound rang in Dark’s ears and made him frown. “You can’t what, darling?” His voice was uncharacteristically soft as he stepped cautiously closer to Eric. The younger vampire flinched when he placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, but Eric tried his best to relax soon after, though Eric was still shivering profusely.

“Can’t… c-can’t…” Coherent words barely left his lips. He took off his glasses in haste and buried his face in his handkerchief.

“Take your time,” Dark softly cooed, “It’s okay.”

Dark’s form was blurry from the tears, but Eric peeked up from his handkerchief. Through his unfocused gaze, he managed to see glimpses of Dark’s worried expression. “I can’t - it-it’s too much! Everything… it’s too much…”

“I understand. This is a hard environment to get used to.”

Eric whimpered, tongue tied. The scared, innocent look he gave Dark was enough to make any monster pity him. It was a look that made Dark feel more man than monster.

“Everyone is afraid when they first change,” Dark continued. “It’s a normal occurrence. Why, I remember being afraid when I was your age.”

“Really…?” Eric sniffled, disbelief clear in his frail tone. “Um, when - when did that happen?”

Dark pondered for a moment before shrugging. “Sometime in the 1920’s. This is going to be a slow process, but I’ll be with you every step of the way.” He reached over to his desk and picked up his leftover wine glass of blood, offering it to Eric. “You should drink.”

When Dark said that Eric realized he was starting to feel hungry. However, his shaky and unsteady hands made holding the glass a difficult task. Good thing Dark kept a firm grip. As the blood shook within the glass Eric retracted his hands again and placed them firmly on his lap. “Sorry,” he murmured.

“It’s alright.” Dark, instead of putting down the glass, reached over and held Eric’s hand to guide it towards the drink. Eric’s hand was still shaky, but Dark managed to help him until he could put the glass to his lips. “I’ll always be here to help.”

Eric drank a good amount of blood before pulling away. Dark’s words resonated with him, echoing in his mind. He has never heard such words before. “You promise?” He looked up at him with hopeful eyes, utterly surprised when he saw him nod back.

“You have my eternity.”

#eric derekson #Darkiplier #vamp au #markiplier #markiplier egos #fanfic

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smallgayblanket · 5 years

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New/revised/whatever- List of stuff

Egos (Marks/Jacks) that I have written for or at least actually have thought about HCS/other universes for: (Just some brief rambles about them, please don't hesitate to ask about them :3)

-Anti, Two takes really, I like him soft, like him mean, hes just fun to write, plenty of different ways to spin why he acts out, what he is and all that. My current fav way to portray him is a missing piece of Seans soul, which means hes unstable as a ‘person’ (cough, not really a human but not, not human either.) And how he has static filled blue eyes but usually hides them with the scary emerald green...

-Jameson, I will always stand by this kinda universe i created with a friend aages ao that Shawn took away Jamesons voice when being puppeteered by an awful ink creature that shares his body. Giving Jameson a lovely fear of knives, some scars, and some very damaged vocals..

-Crank, Oh my fucking boi, a near dead human spliced with a bunch of robot parts..human skin tangled with wires and a heart incased in metal..hes a right mess, a voice in his head that makes him feel all sorts of bad.. He tries his best..he cries oil, I hardly get to write him but I love him.

-Blank, another big fav oi, black hollow eyes..a tendency to faint... My Hc involves him having been in an accident that almost killed him, leaving him with a very rare heart condition. He also has an aura which..kinda ties into him having a few abilities and stuff.

-Nes.. He started off as my own kinda Ethan ego, basically Ethan who was mistreated and really lost his marbles..hes great for the real twisted messed up kinda stuff, so dependant on others, a minor murderer, and has been eyed off by a certain ice cream driver for quite some time...

-Were eth, Okay granted this was literally just kinda an idea that..Eth became a were wolf boi, fangs, tail, ears. Hes just a fun lil pupper

-Eden. Succubus Ethan basically, but well, he again kinda turned into his own thing separate from Ethan. He's got a tail and wings, and hes a lovely lithe thing. He doesnt dare do things without consent, just gets a bit touchy-feely when hes gone without any energy for too long. Very wide stunning saphire eyes.

- Jackie Oh my lad..Buff, trans, adorable, sweet. I always love tinkering around with how/what powers he has tbh..and like- I’ve always had the hc that his eyes are lilac?? or gold. Depending on things.. and he works either at a comic book store, a gym, or at the counter of a gas station. Gives the best hugs. Also I love AUS where hes a phoniex because of uhm?? Big fucking red wings??? YES.

-Hen, Getting his accent right is tough but other than that I love writing about the tired doctor living off coffee and ignoring himself in favor of others.

-Chase The fucking best dad, sunshine lad. Running a vlogging channel and doing his best while combatting depression..I hc him to have chronic fatigue so he has to push himself extra hard. but He does well in trying to get better and look after himself and only slips up like any other helpless human. Very fun to write.

- Robbie. Sof.t zombie lad. Drown in a sweater. Stutters and is v quiet. Slow with speech. Struggles to see sometimes. Loves soft textures.Loves attention. Overall soft fucking lad.

-KOTS, To mean known as Simon. Actually v smart, big brain, very scattered n shy and nervous and squirrelish. Loves books n plants, loves nature. Red is his best colour. Warm sweaters and nuzzling and cuddling up. I always get torn between him being a hybrid of human/squirrel or just a lovely soft guy.

-Yan ! My fem nb/trans gal! They’ll kick ass with their katana, have the hots for Bim, and looove Japanese culture and stuff. Very adorable. Loves pink. 10/10 love to write.

-Technically I do have a muse for Mark, or..idea? I’m thinking about shoving it into my own oc/thing..but basically he got tortured n abused by Authy so hes not quite like the real life markimoo..just a nervous mess whose dealing with his traumas..

-Bing, Skater lad, yellow/orange eyes, sunflower vibes. Tries his best, clumsy as fuck, great for a laugh when hes not cowering under google.

-Edward iplier, Gah my doctor lad.. I have a hc that he Lost arm. In fire..or by dark n wilf. He has heterochromia too!! One cho ceye one blue one. He is a fucking nerd (Minor adhd lets be honest) He fucking loves space and science and space/science related lights. He has a bat plus with spacey wings. He likes reading, likes being clean and is quite a quiet indulger in food which has left him with a big of a softer figure. Super gentle nature..nothing like the arrogant portrayal we got in some videos.

-Angus I love this man!!! Part Aussie, part irish, a whole lot of gruff old dad with a soft spot for nice people and animals, has his own big place, next to a large ass forest. Loads of scars. Loves boots and cameo coloured clothing. A lovely guy when you get past the rough edges.

Aand onto all my ocs as of writing this (cause you name well know I be writing new ones like..all the time.)

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OC’S (My original characters!)

-Jessy, Cowboy- Choker with gold bell. Lil ears/horns. Spots. Shy but sweet. Hands and feet different colour to rest of skin. Kinda fur ish feeling rather then just straight-up skin. Pear shaped figure. Shy lad. Likes to take lots of naps, anxious easily but a big people pleaser too.

-Ailan and Keros. Moth n butterfly boi. (Literally just made up with a friend, just a random soft pair of lads tbh nothing too fleshed or spesh)

- Louie - Followed by a dark being/creature/spirit... Yet to determine what else about him, but hes got brown hair, pointed ears and looks lovely in green.

-Quinton A Hybrid of Demon and Angel otherwise called a Guardian. Quirky, Pan as shit, great dress sense. Extremely calm. Can see auras. Lovely black feathered wings. Bright blue hair. Kind smile. Works at a little coffee shop in his spare time.

-Ori Very pure angel boy, previously owned and not very well treated by a god, came crashing down to earth with no memories but his wings intact. Some help him.

-Lumi Ghost boy! Died years ago under awful circumstances..now lingers around on earth, sometimes meeting humans who happen to be able to feel or see his presence, he has the ability to make himself solid for short periods of time.

- Lucio Witchy..dragon soul something or other- Deaf.Paralyzed? In the arms??They might use alot of energy trying to hover around instead of having to use a chair..(I mean how many witches do you see with chairs??).. Although they could not have use of their arms instead, like..paralyzed from the shoulder down- they still have them but theyre effectively useless and easily sore.. (which might make magic really hard, cause theyd have to master it again without their hand gestures.)

- Eztli, Bit of a prick. Basically got cursed to have really weird blood that replished and rejuvinated too fast/too much by a witch he angered. So he turned the curse into a good thing and basically goes out offering himself as a human blood bag for vamps willing to pay in info, items, cash or uh..other services..

- Gallio Photographer, has hypocalcemia. Haven't really done much else with him tbh.

-Aomi Warlock/witch in training. Downright awful at it. Young and lives in a nice lil cottage outside of the village he was abandoned in.

- Lucas A moonstone gem perma-fusion, he kinda has SPD/DID but he doesn't, cause..hes two gems that became one but not fully. Leaving him to be a bit of a mess and not as strong as other moonstones.

- Kiyan. A little assistant android!! Created to assist, he can make portals!, He works at a post office. Hes under surveillance by the company that made him and isnt yet aware of many human customs/emotions..

- Alex A very confused, overly optimist Alien who doesn’t know what they are. Come from the planet Eutychia, 4'3. They fucking glow. You know Kilowatt from space chimps? think that. But hair n freckles and more human and just as bubbly and energetic.

-Locus Mer/Fish boi! Transparent fins, glowy patches, plays harp + loves music.

-Lir A Tiny Octopus/Human hybrid lad. Makes little burble and trill noises. Quite harmless. Needs a home.

Benji (Strawberry shortcake boi- Cursed tape /bandages. Demi half god.? One eye. Uses notes. To communicate but also sign. Really. Good sweets maker)

Small bois (A collection of tinys because G/T is fucking great okay?)

- Tobias. Literally Made of hair gel. cleary, adorable, aaand Eats soap..amoung other non food items he probably should not ingest but does..

- Hinto Guy made of foam slime. Very chill n laid back.

- Glowstick bubs. (Alo/aloke - Green and blue + Siro - Yellow n pink. + Mavi (Vi) Red and silver. + Roxy (Ro) - Orange and purple ) They’re a cross between glowsticks and lava lamps and its epic- asides the fact they have like.half a brain cell each. Lots of sleeping n lazign around.

- Theo A tiny ink creature. A clever little lad, who likes to drawn and write n paint in ink and leave cheeky little black splotches everywhere. A very good writer companion tho.

- JellyBubs! A collection of tiny sentient jelly babies, hungry lads will raid your cupboards.

-Miel A tiny little bee boy! Loves flowers <3

Apocolyse Squad:

The planet Keres, Left uninhabitable after the invasion that ruined the air and killed almost the entire race.

Sameal o’Ceirin (Being of smoke- partly blind.)

Mallory Thomas (Part cat. Vet, partner to Sam who ends up dying in the canon of their story)

Hamrish Benat (Hayden. 4 eyes, soft tongue. PTSD. extra tiny heart in wrist. Quite fem/soft. Likes soap cutting vids and stuffed toys/teddies.)

Joshua who cares (An asshole. Staight up. He dies. Fuck him. He sucks ass.)

Andy peters (Strong, kind. Kinda like Tyler shied. Big, tol, but actually pretty soft.)

Adrian Géarán (Tail, fire abilities, likes to make little robots. Very weak n has a couple of disabilities that leave him tired n such, which aint great for his esteem or his team when the apoc hits.)

Wyatt ???? ?????????????????

Pace- Nerdy. Finds a cat. Observer for the aliens. Is immune to black goop.

Four - buff. Scary. Deadly.

Apocolypse Squad Part 2 Small lads who dont derese to be in danger:

-Apep, Naga boi Legs mutate into a cool tail. Hisses, fangs. Adorable loves the sun. bout 20 years old.

Chris. Camp leader! Biig dad type, redhead, buff, likes gardening and camping, very outdoorsy. Little awkward but great.

Small child Talise- nickname tails? .. Blind and slightly traumatized by the car crash that killed his mother and ended up with glass in his eyes, very sensitive to noise n textures. Ends up mutating tails. 6 v young n smol blocks n colourin

Shirin Parvis. Crystal boi .. trained solider/ royalty. Tried to warn people before the apoc hit and failed. Now tries to protect the small group of surviors he stumpbles across.

Zephaniah, mutation turns him into a Chameleon basically, just.. a human one. He Prefers Zeph. Big gamey Nerd- gets a pet gecko. 16. Quiet. Loves Lazar skirmish and lazers.

Moyachi, Cactus boi!! Plant bab. Loves water and has clear/lime green tinted aloe/herbal helpful blood. Spikes up at defense from bad people 18/ 19 likes drawing. Pretty grumpy and needs a break.

Colin, nicknames: Coco, Lady bug lad, who is baby trans mutation resulted in a weird Red/Orange skin condition basically. Can predict weather v accurately. Ballet/dance, 14 Likes cooking.

Hotaru , Firefly bby - Glowy bub with antenna, possibly mutates wings.. Sassy and tired. Turns nocturnal as the apoc progressed. Also becomes Colins first love <3

Zeno A Siren of sorts. DC/ hip hopper/ Lost his arm in apoc. He loooves music alot. Very purple aesthetic and checkerboards.

Liren Pichi, deaf peaches n cream aesthetic boi- Nickname Pichi. He is alone during the apoc, sneaks aboard and ship and goes missing..

Neighbours AU:

They all live on the homeworld, Ermioni.

Lesbabs:

Blake Aglaia A human with a gift of being able to put emotions into glass balls.. Red head, quite fem, but gay, sweet, but not mousy.

Lynx ?? An alien and human, the alien somewhat resides inside its host but they coexist. Sometimes goes feral. Alien half likes to go by Perse (Percy) They have cool looking saliva- viens that run down their arms that are pretty cool- sharper nails/claws. Tendrils. Large ol mouth. Lots of pointy ass teef. Lynx likes to train,go to gym, and kick ass. Big ass butch energy.

Demon fam:

Hyacinth A six-armed demon with serious parent energy. Big gardener, his body grows flowers depending on his moods/strength of emotions. Purple neck length hair. Great at comfort and cooking.

Rhys A Demon with a great curiosity about humans has a sibling, Feri. Rhys is a big nerd, but very hard to get to know. Not great with emotions, comes across a tad distant and cold without always meaning too. Loves candles and lots of autumn aesthetic.

Anthos, AKa Ant. Rhys and Hy’s accidentally created/summoned a toddler.. and hes fucking adorable.

Vato - V Hy has another bub later on who's more purpley blue with red curled horns and 4 arms.. No tail.. 4 eyes. V cute and inquisitive. Less noisy and wreckless than Ant.

Roommates:

Douglas Connelly A regular chubby human bean! Learning to become a chef. He loves food, loves cooking and also loves dancing. Hes a big guy, big cudddler, but a little shy and akward at times.

Donovan Amores Real fricking cool and smokin hot Bartender with a love for dogs. Dougs roommate. Has glowing fuckin orbs- donates his heart to a fucking god is smooth as fuck, background heavily Spanish, moved when young.

Haris Alaksim Real name (lost in translation, Huitzilopochtli God of sun and war) ) - A god whom Dono is very close with and donates his heart two one every 3 years during the day of the highest sun. He is a god / Mouros. Donovan refers to him as “Dios gentil” or “ Viejo colibrí sabio” (“El viejo colibrí sabio es un dios gentil” (The old wise hummingbird is a gentle god.)

Donovans Family

Rem (Looks after magical creatures- Cane is from Haris)

Oscar (Not sure what trinket or power but He’s just a casual store worker w/ good arms. Surprisingly good with knives- perhaps has one from Haris?)

Nicole (His only sister Makes clothes..possibly got some ability to do with seasons..? Perhaps earrings or a bracelet from Haris)

Javi (Makes jam, cute boy, wears cloaks. Maybe has a cute little jar necklace or magic jar??)

Luca (Trans bookkeeper- Talks to Haris most often and likes to ask questions..Has precious books...Possibly a special pen..)

Forest bois!!

Cypress The soul of the forest - Mentor of Rem. Very calm, very wise. Kinda like master oogway type.

Unicorn boi, Hes rare, missing a chunk of his horn. Dont hurt him. He doesnt even have a name.

Fyn. Mushroom boy. Protects a gate. Lost his twin during a human-caused fire. Very mad about it.

Fie. Bat boy. Loves fruit.

Moh. Fairy/incubus hybrid.

Tucker. Bunny boi, Best friends with Ainsley. Got some like, punk vibes about him, piercings n such. Not as soft as one would expect but still nice at heart.

Ainsley. Fawn boi, clums, shy, round glasses, Looks smart but doesn't always know stuff. Very unsure of self.

Experiment AU:

Izekiel Iris A being of Paint. Hes made of paint. He has trauma from being experimented on. Slightly depressed. Loves art, loved creating. also regresses to try to deal with said PTSD. Hard to get to know at first.

Matty (Matthew Libelle) An experiment, part human, part lizard, part dragon. Much smol. Hes fucking baby and i adore him alot please do ask anything and everything about him.

Cult bois:

-Nero Aakil (Means Genius/Orange blossom) Orange bub - Leader. Smart. Telepathic link with all cult members. V corrupted… (Parents were rich and ignorant)

-Mao Cerise Pink - Ditzy, Looks after their ‘little bird’ (aka Jey)

-Jey Michael Cherubim Fallen angel - Corrupted..desaturating and weak.. Was summoned by the cult and captured as a trophy.

-Jaden Hirav Looks after a garden of plants both harmless and some not for master. Previously Neros old pet..His The family was alright but he was moreso raised by like his mum and bro. He was kidnapped from his garden and never seen again. The cult ritual to initiate him into the group failed and he was spliced with plants making him near useless to the cult.

-Rowan maverick - Now known as Rogue- Red. Lost their tongue. Does Not follow orders to the T but gets their job done. Has another voice/god/soul looking out for them… Very assassin ready, very perceptive. Wants to get out the cult but knows theyre too far in.. Cool glowy words in the air because they don't have their tongue. Possibly only lives of medication and vitamin pills..possible OD? Possible addiction. They struggle alot with it.

P - Pax - God who watches over Rowan. Was killed by the Master but their spirt lives on.

Cato. Purple - Another smart one.. Possible Wiccan? Sadist. Mean. Tall. Scary. Abuse. Twisted. Loves being in the cult. Eventually wants to host Masters soul..

Gin Short for Ginger but the real name is Xanthe. Blind. Also another assassin like Rogue but more obedient. Doesn't talk often out of fear.

Benjamin Brandy (Benji. B) is Gins friend, Gin is trying not to get him involved in the cult but was too late as B had previously already been cursed and dealt with mythical beings..

Silver bub. Demir. A demon summoned by the cult to complete the collection. Wants out, very stressed.

Adopted AU: (This is like a mess of some of the boys but younger and in a different timeline to their universes smushed together intoa kinda cute school/adoption au idea.)

Matthew is smol autistic, malnourished and heavily abused both mentally and physically, leading to selective mutism and being a small fragile easily tired bab. He loves hanging in the library once he gets used to going to some schooling. Gets tutored by Chris? Goes to camp and helps around n has fun..

Jaden, loves the school garden, and likes science class. His family is alright, However he ends up mostly raised by his sister? Or brother?

Iz is the lil art bab, also in foster care of a big family, not so much abused but semi neglected. Quiet.

Nero is the gifted nerdy child..Parents ignorant. They love history and fictional books and reading and learning.

Benji is the slightly older kid whos possibly maybe a little behind or delayed or..something, they help out with other kids as a buddy? They like to do cooking classes.

DA AU

So this Au was like..the Septic tank births all the egos.

Angus first- He has..some kinda strength I imagine/..

Then Anti, Hen, Jackie. Marv.

Chase - He kills himself because of Glitch- also falls in the tank a second time and ends up with odd powers.

Glitch Starts off as very bad and misunderstood. Turns out they were just highly unstable and required medical treatment. Their real name is Arius and they cant stomach solid foods all the time. Mostly a liquid diet. They have glitchy fits/static seizures. Very unpleasant. Can enter tech, and its not so great, can get trapped. Can absorb certain amounts of electricity because of this they Got hit by ightning once and has epic lighting scars!! Up arms..some on neck. All over his chest and back.

Septic clone AU

Sean giving up bits of soul to make clones ends up in coma

Experiments and torture and odd shit with the egos ensues??

Minecraft AU??

Yeah i had weird ideas for a cute minecraft gang of minecrafters who had accidents involving getting merged/recded with other creatures traits ect.

Vail. -Vex / Human

Snow golom hybrid? Or Blaze?

Slimey boi

Kitsune

Panda lad.

Pokebabs au

Mainly for Matty, Iz and Blank.. were they have pokemon forms and when bonded with a human long enough can evolved into human forms??

Horned AU (With Troiseh/Glitch-in-the-static)

Shiro -Prince lad (This is their lad :3)

Junji - Battery..whump/slave/lost prince

Isao Asuka - Shiros Royal Guard

Alien AU

Hami if he were..alien instead of being a human in an apoc basically.

Angel AU stuff:

Good omens inspired boi

Leo Halvar Part..humany..demon..Cambion are according to google "In late European mythology and literature, a cambion is the offspring of an incubus, succubus, or another demon with a human, or of an incubus and succubus"

Ryan Hot archangel guy: One wing, demon hunter thing.. Good kinda reforming from a less nice lifestyle previously.

Mute angel possibly demon idk- - Latif? Emmet? Evan?

Long fringe shy boy- Cael / Lox

#list #ocs #egos #ideas #hcs #blu rambles #blus list #its fuckigng 2 am #im sorry if this makes no sense #but here are a fuck ton of lads #and a fuck ton of aus and ideas #if anyone ever wants to ask XP

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Hi! Would you be able to recommend some songs which have lyrics that touch you? Or just songs that move you? Your taste is impeccable in other forms of media, and I'm re-vamping my playlist so I thought I'd ask.

!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH NO THIS IS 2 VAGUE i love,,,,,so many tunes…..here are some random picks but pls let me know if u want a genre and i can give u a better answer OR EVEN…MAKE U….A PLAYLIST……here are some:

Age of Adz is my forever tune, because the music and the lyrics are both so sad and hopeful and determined and CELEBRATORY and i cherish it. most sufjan tunes touch me in that they’re like…..kind of simple and tend to be narrative-focused but they pack a lot of meaning and feeling in there. the horns in age of adz are the sound that hope makes

“God, there are guns growing out of our bones” from on your wings by iron & wine changed me as a teenager and is still Good, as is the whole song

Suspirium by Thom Yorke in its entirety gives me an existential crisis

Sound & Color by alabama shakes opens with “A new world hangs/ outside the window/ beautiful and strange” and only gets sweeter from there

Sim Sala Bim by fleet foxes makes me really nostalgic for things i didn’t entirely actually experience which is always nice

Make it Holy by the staves is a bummer but the lyric “feel no glory/ feel no pain” has stuck with me

Heron Blue by sun kil moon opens with “Don’t cry, my love, don’t cry no more/ A crashing sky, a roaring scream/ A city drowned in God’s black tears/ I cannot bear to see you” like What? hello???? hellO?????? Imagery™

NO PLAN BY HOZIER its so much more recent as a fave but oh gosh do i ever cherish this tune

also, FUNERAL SINGERS BY SYLVAN ESSO. It’s one of the best songs i’ve ever heard. “The book is aching for the tree/ Return, return, return to me” gets better every time i hear it….. “All are my friends are weeds and rain/ All my friends are half-gone birds/ Are magnets, all my friends are words/ All my friends are funeral singers/ wailing” ALL MY FRIENDS ARE HALF GONE BIRDS ARE U FOR REAL. god this song. this song. there’s a moment where it goes “all my friends are keeping time” and then the song SKIPS A BEAT and im MESSED UP OVER IT

#kayvswords #Anonymous

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aizawa-yamada-shinsou · 6 years

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What does it mean to be human? Pt. 1

Summary: The Jims just didn’t want to do the tasks Dark had assigned them. How did it end up with the four separated, how did it end with CJ in the middle of Monster Gulch? What will he do in with the previously undiscovered ego, and how will his three brothers do without him?

Part 1

Part 2

“What the hell is he? Even here people don’t just appear…”

“I’m more concerned about whY HE LOOK EXACTLY LIKE ME?!”

Jim blinked slowly to the loud voices nearby that had been fading in and out. Sunlight streamed through large maple trees. This wasn’t right… the forest near the Office was mostly oak…

“Oh look he’s up!” A pale face was suddenly in his line of sight, making him yelp and swing out with his camera. The guy leaped back with inhuman speed as laughter sounded to his left. There stood a woman with ragged clothing holding on to the man next to her for support as she laughed. The man rolled his eyes before his eyes turned back to Jim, narrowed in suspicion, hand tightening on his machete. Jim’s heart stopped as he recognized the fluffy black hair and hard dark brown eyes under the muck and grime.

“What are you?” The Mark look alike growled advancing towards him. The girl sighed and grabbed his arm.

“Come on Mark,” She whined, “He seems human enough, plus his reflexes are pretty good,”

“He looks exactly like me in fancy clothes and glasses, Dodger!” Mark snapped, “That’s not normal even outside the Gulch!”

“I-I can explain…” Jim piped up, “I think I can at least…”

Mark scowled as the vampire leaned down and offered Jim a hand up. With only a brief hesitation he grabbed the offered hand.

He gripped his camera close to his chest as he stared at the angered face mirrored back at him. He had no idea if he was looking at an alternate version of his creator, or if this was another undiscovered tulpa, or even if he just dropped into a video that Mark had made in the past, let alone where he was. Perhaps honesty was the best possible choice?

“So uh…” He squeaked out wishing RJ was here to do the talking, “Have you ever heard of a tulpa?”

“Tulpa?” the woman asked, “Sounds like Mexican food.”

“That’s Chalupa, Dodger,” Mark groaned, “Can you please be serious in front of the monster,”

“Oh!” The vampire breathed, “Tulpas? That’s what you and Mark are! That makes so much sense!”

Jim nodded slowly, knowing the vampire would be able to smell if Mark wasn’t entirely human. Dodger and Mark stared at the vampire in surprise.

“What do you mean Enis?” Mark asked slowly.

“Yeah, dude, Mark’s human,” Dodger corrected the vampire, Enis. Enis cocked his head.

“No he isn’t,” Enis said, “He’s never smelled entirely human. The fact he’s a tulpa makes a lot of sense actually..”

“What the hell do you mean?” Mark asked eyes going wide, “I think I would know if I was a monster or not!”

“Your name is Mark Edward Fischbach isn’t it?”

They all snapped to look at Jim who gulped and continued on the facts of his creator’s life flowing easily from his lips, “You were born in Honolulu Hawaii, not Oahu as you hate when people say Oahu as no one actually refers to the island like that. You grew up in Ohio with your father and stepmother after your parents got divorced. You had a few close friends growing up and were really close to your brother Jason, or as he started going by when he was older Thomas. You were studying to be an engineer when your father contracted cancer and ultimately died. It wasn’t until you contracted your own medical issues, including a tumor in your gut, did you decide to give up on being an engineer. After that, you decided that if you had to live your life you were going to do what you enjoyed. Have I messed anything up yet?”

The other man gripped his stomach, where Jim knew the scar from the surgery lay, face ashy grey.

“I haven’t told anyone about any of that stuff,” he mumbled softly. Jim winced, untucking his polo shirt from his slacks to flash what he knew to be an identical scar on his abdomen.

“I know because we’re based on the same person. The info I just told you is based on our creator, Mark,” Jim said, “ Tulpas are being based on mental or psychic energy willing it into existence.”

Dodger and the vampire shared a look.

“Alright, how about you two keep your clothes on and we figure out what to do with you somewhere a little more safe from monsters,” She said, jabbing her finger in Jim’s chest before she grabbed Mark’s shirt sleeve and dragged him with her.

“Wait, we just came from that way!” the vamp called running after them.

“Shut it, Enis,” Dodger snapped, “We’re like a half an hour out from the bandit shack we stayed in last night. We can wait to figure out what to do until we get there, and Mark no longer looks like he’s going to upchuck.”

Jim frowned and jogged up towards them, hand digging into his pockets, “Eat this,” Jim said holding out a few peppermints. Mark blinked down at them in stupor.

“How did you know…” He trailed off grimacing, not looking at his double’s face. Jim shrugged softly, not willing to tell him he knew that peppermint would work because it worked on all of the Ipliers, how everyone from studio always kept peppermints on hand for when Bim worked himself up too much. Silence fell heavily over them as they crunched their way through the underbrush, Mark’s color returned as he sucked on the cool candy.

“So what’s your name?”

Jim yelped as Enis appeared right next to him with a bright grin. It didn’t take much for Jim to smile back.

“Jim,” he answered, “Jim’s name is Jim, but his family calls him CJ.”

“Family?” Dodger asked, “You have a family?”

Jim couldn’t help the nervous chuckle that bubbled from his lips, “Sure, I mean what else would I consider Mark’s other tulpas?”

“OTHERS?!”

He had been running since the explosion had sounded from the Jim’s corner of the Studio, louder and stronger than any of the normal chaos in the Office, it shook the whole building enough to knock more than one ego off their feet. In his panic, he seemed to forget his power to teleport instead rushing as quickly as he could on foot up the four flights of stairs from his greenhouse to the studio.

The doors were already open when Bim arrived so he didn’t slow as he flew into the main studio room only to freeze at the damage.

The whole studio was scorched beyond recognition, brightly colored flames dancing nearly cheerfully on what was left of props and filming equipment around them, most of which he couldn’t even tell what it was anymore.

Hellfire, he realized with a sicking twist to his gut as he pushed himself forward towards the charred remains of a wall that divided the Jim’s News platform from his game show’s stage.

Bim heart jumped into his throat as he saw the clusters of people in the blackened room.

Off to the side stood Wilford, the pink man covered in soot but looking no worse for wear, leaning over the prone form of AJ, WJ kneeling next to him as Doctor Iplier’s working on him. The Jims’ clothes were burned almost completely away, their forms having gone back to demonic to heal the burns that should have covered most of their bodies. Even so there bloody cuts and scratches littering their pelts from the explosion, and AJ had a nasty looking head wound knitting itself back together from Doctor Iplier’s magic touch.

His eyes were then drawn to the middle of the room in the only unscathed section of the room sat RJ, his black eyes glazed lifelessly at the demolished outer wall of the studio, over the splintered remains of trees down below. His deep green was outstretched unmoving in front of him. Dark knelt to his left, talking in deep rich otherworldly tones to the smaller imp but was gaining no response, even as his demands to know what happened grew louder. Ice rain through his veins as he realized there didn’t seem to be another person in the room.

“Hilaire! ” His cry was met with a blink and RJ turning his head towards him as his own human disguise disintegrated. At the same time AJ struggling to sit up to Doctor Iplier’s protest, but WJ batted the Doc’s hands away with a firm shake of his head as he pulled the older demon to a sitting position. Bim waited patiently until all three of his underlings were staring at him with attentiveness most would deny the news crew of possessing before his eyes softened and he ordered quietly “Report.”

The imp seemed only able to utter a single syllable.

“Gone.”

#markiplier #secretmarkiplier #Demon Jims #Demon Bim #Resident Enis #New story?#New story!

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(Vamp!anon) Oh! Oh! What if Dark accidentally ate garlic? :o Like, it's hidden inside a treat, like a cheese and potato fried ball that Bim offered him? And slowly, he starts to struggle breathing, "did that contain garlic?" Dark rasped, face turning paler, hands clutching at his throat. "I-I'm... allerrrgic..." and Bim panics the frick out, calling for help. X3 (I imagine that vampire's are just highly allergic to garlic, causes their skin to rash or their throat to close up when consumed XP )

Oh no, forgot about the garlic part. xD You got a lot of ideas in your head, eh Vamp!anon? thisiswhyiloveyouyouraresoclever. Dark probably spends the day in bed after that. No one knew about the garlic allergy since Dark keeps to himself most of the time. He gets so pissed though. Poor Bim gets in trouble after even though it was an accident. Now everyone is aware of Dark's allergy thanks to Bim offering a garlicly treat to him.

#darkiplier #bim trimmer #vampire au

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aaljakni · 6 years

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Where To Source Digital Construction Models

By Catherine Ellis

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