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dubsthemagnificent · 2 years
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What's it called when I ❤️ my own posts?
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royaltytm · 2 years
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「       @egotisticle​ asked ― height meme: dark's 6'2 👉👈       」
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send in your muses height and i’ll compare it to mia’s. || accepting.
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wolfvirago · 2 years
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A FUCKED UP KISSING MEME [accepting] [x]
@egotisticle​ said:  a  kiss  that  won’t  be  remembered [for your iswm verse]
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Trying your best isn't always enough; what's the plan for you, can I call your bluff? I await the day that you will realize that it's all in your head; you've nowhere to hide. Right by your side I’m by your side I’m not leaving for I loved you oh so much...
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The halls are empty. What was once filled with life is so unbearably cold, lifeless. The expanse of space is but a mockery of the loneliness the girl feels. Her breathing is cold, filling the silence. 
But in times of silence, the human brain substitutes. It creates images and sounds that aren’t really there, or at least, aren’t audible by people who could be present. In her skull is a ringing, like the sound of a distant bell, or feedback from a radio that couldn’t find stations to bounce off of. Or maybe the rattling gasha-gasha of bones, teeth of a skull clicking together as it neared her throat--
Robin exhales fiercely. Her blue eyes burn with oncoming tears. Slowly and shakily, she lifts her left hand. The blue crystal seated in her palm glows, steadily appearing to grow brighter. A sign that the next loop is about to begin. In moments, she would awaken from cryo-sleep. 
Or maybe... Maybe she’d wake up in front of that Manor again. She could see that warm smile of a man she once knew, who she fought so desperately to see again. To save him from the Void.
Space is cold, empty. She never saw the appeal Mark did. But that was why he was Engineer, and she was merely Captain. But what had she done to earn this role?
(Let’s get this over with. Life is ours to choose, right?)
A sea of emotions. A colossal black hole, filling her, red and angry, contrasting that vibrant blue that reminds her only of her failure. Slowly, she walks to the back wall, opening the cabinet. Her hands clasp the fire extinguisher, the same way she had many loops before when trying to put out the cabin fire. There’s no fire this time. It’s silent. Empty. Cold.
The silence is torn asunder by a scream, raw and primal, as the Captain uses all her strength to fling the fire extinguisher across the room, watching it crash and destroy the main console mounted to the floor. The extinguisher clatters and spews white foam, then hisses and dies.
Robin stares, long and hard, as tears begin to pour from her eyes as they had done many times before in frustration and grief. What emergency lights begin to fizzle and die, battery power cut off by her rash decision to destroy whatever she could in her rage and despair.
Softly, she sobs, laughing pathetically. “I should have broken the window. Would have been faster!”
The cabin goes pitch black. All her eyes can make out is the faint sparks of dying wires, and the tiny pin-pricks of light the stars make from afar. So close, and yet so far. A pair of them glimmer like eyes, staring back at her. 
The sun had given her this power to loop through time and space. Light cannot be constrained to time. But absence of light... The Dark... Again, she turned her eyes towards it, towards Him... Her hands lift, blue glowing brighter and brighter as she cups the face of the gray specter that taunts her. The girl smiles, brokenly. 
“Maybe next time, I’ll know who you are. What you really want. But let’s get it out of the way... You’re not him. You’re not that man. You’re not Mark either. But that’s okay.” Closing the distance, her lips press to his own, tasting the cold expanse of space, of the mirror she had whispered her goodbyes to, all those years ago. 
A smile, white teeth glinting blue as the crystal engulfs her soul again in light. As the universe caves in.
“I knew it. You’re my other half.”
When she’s aware again, the computer is blaring in her ears. Yet despite that dream fading from her cold-addled mind, she smiles. Light needs Dark. Robin would continue this fight, this endless maze... For him.
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maiusbonum · 2 years
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🍻+ “ what’s your biggest secret? ”
( lost the prompt, but this was a drunken honesty meme. )
    oswald runs his fingertip over the rim of his glass. he loses himself, momentarily, in the motion. round and round and round it goes ...
     PERPETUALLY PLUNGING           DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE      OF HIS STORIES.
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     ❝ m'so fucking terrified. all the fucking time. i don't think i remember what it's like to not ... to not, feel, like i might as well be in a dead sprint, all, the TIME. ❞
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splitsuit · 1 year
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@egotisticle | continued
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❝ I separate those into two categories , of dreams and nightmares . Of the past and the future . I am given glimpses into later scenes rather I want to see them or I do not , a Deja Vu I read too late when it is already playing around me . ❞
There was a particular detail he was holding back , though it had always FADED AWAY as quickly as he jerks himself from bed or in a moment of deep exhaustion when looking too far where he could never really be apart of , a half minute to realize that the world he SLIPS INTO was not the same that promises him a more barren one .
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❝ Have you seen that PLACE in your dreams ? The patchy grass and endless steep mountains , where you can only grasp right in front of your feet and no further . Were you angry or dying ? Were you chased ? ❞
FOREVER has it felt he had never truly escaped the manor , his own walls and doorways that lead to a perfectly mirrored world , only to step back out from under the surface . Only now to be faced with a reality not his own as his last thought being a RUSE , but rather an unknowing expanding that would not bump into each other . Continually passing by and stopping and starting in the middle of what ? What can you call the middle of something so big it lays in separate vessels but all feels the same ache , the same sadness yes but also curiosity , awareness , desolation and acceptance ? Like being aware of some great knowledge but deciding to do nothing with it .
Maybe because that was not a choice that was yours to make .
❝ Sometimes I would rather be asleep when I can recall my OWN lines and when I catch myself slotting into roles I thought I was fighting against . ❞
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etvidentium · 2 years
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027. What is their idea of perfect happiness?
﴾  👁   ?  ᴡʜᴏ  ᴀʀᴇ  ʏᴏᴜ  ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ﹐   ɴᴏᴛ  ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ ¿   ≽   @egotisticle  ﴿    
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𝚒𝚗  𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢  𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜,    happiness  seems  saccharine  to  you;    a  thing  that’s  only  doled  out  with  winding  strings  or  in  fools  dreams.    you  don’t  pursue  happiness  in  a  traditional  sense.    ( you  leave  scorned  lovers  in  your  wake    ﹠    ‘they  all  lived  happily  ever  after’  in  your  rear  view  mirror ).
happiness,    to  you,    is  best  described  as  a  kind  of  satisfaction.    so  perfect  happiness  then,    would  be  perfect  satisfaction.    to  satisfy  your  curiosity.    ( curiosity  killed  the  cat,    but  satisfaction  -- )
you  want  to  know,    you  want  to  understand  everyone    ﹠    everything.    the  beginning,    the  ending    ﹠    all  that  expands  in  between.    𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈     ( maybe )    then  you’ll  understand  yourself    ﹠    what  might  actually  make  you  happy.
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inoahguyy1 · 2 years
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fearlesscxptain · 2 years
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[ @egotisticle , continuing from ☆ ]
     AFTER  a rich profusion of cosmic horror and astronomical anomalies, a lungful of fresh air must have felt like a blessing. gone was the  urgency  of automated emergency responses and the need to remain resilient in the face of adversity; only a  blue velvet  sky laden with stars and the  tranquility  of nature awaited the human on the endless trail ahead. the captain had been freed from the  shackles  of the space vessel, liberated from  culpability  and the  burden  of choice. a respite from the crew members hadn’t been spoken from the other’s lips but such was the nature of a gift. they were at  aphelion  --- the  furthest  point away from all else, the  furthest  point away from reality’s reach.
                          YOU DON’T RECOGNIZE THIS PLACE, NOT YET.
     a wrinkled piece of paper on the ground had attracted the captain’s notice but as the flashlight steadied on the image and a closer look was taken, the picture  abruptly  obfuscated with a  cacophonous  crackle. surroundings stuttered with the unreliability of an aged television and both items were inexplicably  confiscated  without a trace, leaving the captain with only empty air and a  muddled  feeling that neither were meant to exist at all. an adjustment had been made to the ongoing narrative and the location underwent its apposite alteration.
     from between the pine trees did  viscous  shadows crawl closer, kowtowing to an unseen force yet acquiescent to the dirt path’s boundaries. the darkness  pooled  around the human’s position with healthy curiosity but didn’t dare venture closer, not when the rolling breeze carried the echoes of their overseer’s footsteps and  revelatory  ringing became more discernible within the forest’s soundscape. although unseen down the lengthy trail, the source of the noise seemed to draw closer with every passing minute.  nearer  and  nearer  did it sound until the wind felt more like a phantom breath on the captain’s cheek. rustling leaves quieted down and the idle stirring of  nocturnal  animals followed suit. all became impossibly still and after an extended moment passed, the white noise released a humanlike sigh ---- one soon to be joined by a  deeper  voice, one that paved the way for a revelation.
                                                            the captain was no longer alone.
     ❝ ‘ non est ad astra mollis e terris via ’ ❞  words were spoken to the stars above with the  worldly  erudition of a scholar, unblinking stare admiring the evening sky and its constellations before lowering to meet the human’s.  black hole  eyes seized dark blue and a faint smile pulled at the entity’s lips. the quote had been chosen specifically for the captain and after its translation was provided, the being’s rationale became  clear.  ❝  ‘ there is no easy way from the earth to the stars. ’ ❞
     an upturned hand silently invited the captain to walk alongside him as oxfords eased into a  measured  gait, strolling side by side while the human remained on the trail and the entity resided at its edge. from their sublunary vantage point could they safely admire the celestial bodies and constellations, untouched from temporal  abrasions  and induced madness. to some, the view might have been considered  mundane  but to others, ordinariness was a rare commodity. normality had its  value,  particularly to those who had become too closely acquainted with abnormality.      
     ❝  after being pulled in so many different directions, i don’t expect that you’ve had much time to admire the stars. did you  revel in their beauty when you first boarded the ship ?  do you even  remember  what that felt like ? ❞  a hymn of static distantly stirred with the entity’s sigh, expelled in a single harmonized note as the question was held suspended in the air,  ❝ that blissful state of ignorance ---- it didn’t last very long, did it ? if only you knew what awaited you back then.  ❞
     a  layered  laugh cascaded throughout the forest even though the suited being made no such sound, mirthless and hollow as it too assimilated into the white noise and was drowned out. the feigned amusement didn’t sound overly  cruel, merely shrewd ---- the sign of a private joke not yet shared; nonetheless, eye contact and the persistent halved smile ensured that the captain felt involved throughout the conversation.
                        YOU  STILL  DON’T  RECOGNIZE  THIS  PLACE.
    ❝ you won’t experience  exactly  the same feeling here but comparatively, it’s the  closest  you’ll come to reliving that moment. you’re off the edge of the map. you’re  safe  here. enjoy it, take a breath. you may never get another opportunity like this again. ❞
The stars were beautiful.
Hitting the ground roughly, Aster quickly shoved themself to their uneasy feet. Anything could pounce from the darkness, knock them down roughly again — yet they heard not a sound. Breezes between the branches of the trees which loomed around them were all that broke that tranquility of nature shrouded in darkness.
Stars. They flickered in the distance, coating the night sky in distant light. A sign that something was there. A light among the fear.
Isn’t that what you are meant to be, captain ?
Their foot caught the edge of the paper. A crinkling sound, and then it was silenced. Only a few steps further, and another anomaly had ensnared their attention. Attentive ears caught movement and heightened paranoia felt eyes upon them before a word was spoken into that dark night.
The silence broke again.
Meeting the being’s eyes felt like a battle. The mere sight of them wrought their chest with a weight, an ache they could not place the source of. It hid itself within with the exhaustion of their entire body. Pain blended together, blurring the lines between what was there and what was little more than a lingering memory.
They could scarcely distinguish the soreness in their shoulder from the phantom pain of the shot to their torso.
Wary eyes caught the extended hand. The captain could not trust anyone. They had learned that lesson quickly enough. That gesture of welcoming, that assurance of safety — it quarreled with their reason. A foot in the door that would so rapidly have been shut at the sign of a being they did not recognize.
Boots pressed into the earthy ground, leaving heavy footprints in their wake. Their steps went uneven. The moment the captain stopped running, it was as though their body were making to shut down. Steps were nearly stumbled in short sequence before the captain forced themself to regain their bearings. In even only that moment they had stopped as they stood earlier, their eyes had nearly fallen shut, head tilting to doze off before they snapped themself back to awareness.
They knew that they were there at the bridge. Where else could they have been ? The narrative wrapped around them like a blanket shielding them from what they knew was venturing too far. A false sense of security amongst the chaos. Walking too far meant finding answers they did not know they wanted to hear.
Of course I remember. Do you ?
Do you remember the cold metal walkway beneath your feet ? The stick of gloves against nervous palms ? The brush of hair against the back of your neck from the cold cooling unit, like a chilled finger running over your skin ?
If only you knew what awaited you.
I’ve been wanting to know that for longer than I can remember . . . since many stories ago.
Though the laugh made their shoulders tense and the hairs on the back of their neck stand at fearful attention, though their hands shook with a nervous tremor that had been present since the first disaster, that had always arisen in times of worry since long ago, before they could remember, Aster could do nothing to fight it. That being promised them safety. Though reason begged them to remain firm in wary disbelief, something within them told them otherwise. Told them to believe them.
“ Why are you helping me ? ”
Where am I ? Why am I here ?
Who are you ?
Though their question was not spoken aloud, the gestures it took to communicate it did as well a job to live up to their role as they could.
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egotisticle · 2 months
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    [  ♚ ] ┄ #EGOTISTICLE. 21+.  independent  & private  roleplay  blog  for  𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑 from  the  web  series,  A DATE WITH MARKIPLIER,  A HEIST WITH MARKIPLIER  &  IN SPACE WITH MARKIPLIER.  CANON-DIVERGENT  with strong horror themes,  a focus on older canon material & personal character analysis.    LAW  ✦  ABOUT  ✦  SOUNDSCAPE
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voidsnarrator · 2 years
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Hello I'm @emptynarration but I need. A new name. So yeah!
Tagging all mutuals from over there to hopefully get over here haha
@alvieashgrove
@kevinzhechaircreations
@snarkyowl
@troiseh
@palpalbuddypal
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@egotisticle
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needsecond · 2 years
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DATING SIM TROPES ❤
REPOST and fill in with details about your muse as if they were a character in a Dating Sim. (Inspired by Huniepop)
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NAME:   yukiteru amano.
PROFESSION:   student   /   diary   holder   /   god   (verse dependent).
WHERE THEY CAN BE FOUND:
morning:   walking   to   school,   eating   breakfast   in   the   morning,   sleeping   in,   walking   around   the   city   with   his   face   in   his   phone,   being   dragged   somewhere   by   yuno   or   one   of   his   friends.
afternoon:   in   class,   eating   lunch,   walking   home   from   school,   being   dragged   somewhere   by   yuno   or   one   of   his   friends,   siting   alone   somewhere   writing   in   his   diary.
evening:   walking   home,   being   dragged   somewhere   by   yuno   or   one   of   his   friends,   staying   alone   in   his   room  like   a   loser,   eating   dinner.
night:   sleeping,   sitting   alone   in    his   room   like   a   loser,   being   dragged   somewhere   by   yuno   or   one   of   his   friends.
FAVORITE FOOD TYPE:   yukiteru   is    a    basic   bitch   who   would   be   content   eating   rice   with   soy   sauce   for   the   rest   of   his   life   if   he   could.   but   other   than   that   he   enjoys   sweets   of   all   kinds.
FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK:   he   is   too   scared   to   drink.
FAVORITE TRAIT (romance, passion, sexuality, talent, flirtation, sentiment, joy):   sentiment.
WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE:   probably   somewhere   with   a   lot   of   interesting   things   to   see,   such   as   a   theme   park   or   even   a   regular   park.   somewhere   that   they   can   walk   around   and   people   watch   a   bit.   ideally   nothing   too   over   the   top.
IDEAL GIFT:   letters,    dates,   flowers,   acts   of   service,   favors.
HOW MANY DATES UNTIL THEY GO TO BED:   it   depends   on   the   person,   but   considering   how   easily   flustered   he   is,   i   think   you   at   least   need   to   be   dating   for   a   few   months.
THREESOME?:   the   idea   puts   the   fear   of   god   into   him.   for   multiple   reasons.
tagged by:   @arachnoheaux​
tagging:   @needsfirst,   @averagetm,   @cherryblossomdreamings​,   @egotisticle​
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splitsuit-moved · 3 years
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In every aspect is this accurate . I cannot help myself . And I will not apologize nor change .
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@egotisticle  @thelightfalls​
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maiusbonum · 2 years
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[ groom ]
non-sexual acts of dominance prompts.
oswald is reminded of the sensation of static cling. the brushing fingers through his curls, tucking them further out of his face, run somehow burn and soothe at the same time. it's almost as if a tangled knot of tension releases within him, but the sharp tang of fear pollutes his relief.
the boy feels as if he should flinch away, but he doesn't, remaining still. staring up into the eyes of the man before him, whose hand lingers along the side of oswald's head, not making any move to pull away just yet.
oswald is homesick for a place he cannot remember and that he is afraid to visit. that is the POWER this being holds over him. it shakes him down to his core, and yet he craves it, like an addict scrambling for a fix. he doesn't know how to better describe it. he doesn't know what he's going to do with it. hell, he doesn't even know if he SHOULD do anything about it.
he leans into dark's hand, just so. for now, maybe this is alright.
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Someone else? Just like me? Illegal
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etvidentium · 2 years
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﴾  👁   ?  ʀᴇϙᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ﹐  ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ  ¿   ≽   @egotisticle​  ﴿    
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𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢,    𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚛𝚞𝚗  𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘  𝚑𝚒𝚖.    it’s  been  a  while.    mostly,    you  do  other  things,    you  do  everything  you  can,    all  that  you  should,    ﹠    all  that  you    shouldn’t    just  for  good  measure.    this  was  probably  best  categorized  in  the  latter.    you’ve  come  back.    you  don’t  expect  anything  to  happen,    really.
                         he  never  said  it  would  meet  demand.
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           you  extract  a  folded  paper  from  within  your  blazer    ﹠    hold  it  out  to  the  entity.     it’s  faded,    worn  thin  around  the  creases,    coffee  ringed    ﹠    blood  spattered  ( not  all  yours,    but  most ).      𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙼𝙴   𝙾𝙽   𝙰   𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚈𝚁.      it’s  been  a  while.    if  he  doesn’t  take  it,    it’s  simply  placed  on  the  desk  instead.
 Lh3EeEeR9z59YWcUB2b7ViHJ8ALQ637     says  the  paper.
                                                      ﹠.  //  ᴛᴀʟʟʏ  ʜᴀʟʟ.
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quantum-bliss · 4 years
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There is no true gratification in seeking to be right, for even a fool amongst other fools agree in their foolishness. But instead one should seek to gain wisdom, for with wisdom comes protection and with egotism comes destruction.
"Do not forsake wisdom, and she will protect you; love her, and she will watch over you."
- Proverbs 4:6
"Pride comes before destruction, and an arrogant spirit before a fall."
-Proverbs 16:18
"Fools find no pleasure in understanding but delight in airing their own opinions."
-Proverbs 18:2
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