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I had a VISION...

I had to draw.

#Not in Circles but in Spiral Graphs (iswm) #iswm lady #iswm allu minium

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Oh! Hey There, Neighbor @:)

It's nice to see you today. I hope you would like to join me in the Neighborhood. I think we could have a lot of fun together.

@heythereneighbor - an indie rp and art ask blog for Wally Darling from Welcome Home, with currently no focus on the horror elements and unaffiliated with Clown. Activity is mixed with a slight lean toward slow.

Rules and About

And remember: until you see me again, keep your smile merry, and always know that I love you very much.

Goodbye <3

#(It's an Ash blog of course I'm gonna promo)

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Thinking about how a Slay The Princess AU would work in the Markiverse. To people who haven't heard of Slay The Princess, I dare not give away too much, since it's really something you need to experience blind (it's like $17 on steam right now, you won't be disappointed I promise). tl;dr, You're tasked to slay a princess locked in the basement of a secluded cabin. If you don't, she will escape and destroy the world. The first major choice you make is whether or not you take a knife down into the basement with you. If you take the knife, the princess is hostile, distant and demeaning if you speak to her. If you leave the knife, the princess is demure, polite, and more open to civil conversation.

Darkiplier is deeply connected to a secluded cabin in the woods. Do you see my vision?

So basically Knife Routes- Celine

No Knife Routes- Damien

The Narrator- Actor Mark

The Voices- Alternate versions of Y/N and maybe Wilford in there just for funsies.

#Slay The Princess #the demon (darkiplier) #undeserving of his fate (Damien) #She's a black magic woman (Celine)

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Snactor. No context. Have a good day.

#actor mark #stinky noodle

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Forgot to post it here

Drew this from a donation of heroiplier for Palestine!! FREE PALESTINE!!

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i love how, from an outsider's perspective, the markiplier lore is like "oh man! look at this adventure with silly gaming youtuber" and in reality the lore is like do you remember who you are? are you sure? i can't tell how many times we've been here before, you and i, trapped in this void. what has he done to you?

#markiplier lore #tw derealization #(the lore in these silly videos shouldn't be as deep as it is)

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#fiycfuxuz #Morgan's Villainous Ego: Everything is the same but they're 100% more chaotic #Not even corrupted by Dark or Vengeful towards Actor; just being a gremlin #which makes then sound like Warfstache #...huh...

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me to partners: please take however long u need to reply literally reply whenever pls dont ever feel pressured ever okay u matter

me thinking about replies: holy jesus fuck i need to reply or they’ll hate me oh my god i have to reply right now im fucking sweating lord save me

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Heropliers for Palestine

Hi everyone!

I'm excited to announce that I'll be participating in Heropliers for Palestine, an event hosted over on Twitter by aerobelle_39 and @bluewolfangel to support the Palestine Children's Relief Fund (PCRF).

Our participants include very talented artists, writers, and editors in the Markiplier Twitter community, and we'd love for you to donate or spread the word about this event in any way that you can!

You can donate at this Tiltify link. At the time of this post, we are currently halfway to our goal!

The event runs from February 18th to February 25th. Check out the thread on Twitter for more information on how to donate and what our tiers are.

I am participating as a writer in all tiers! Donations that are $40 or more can request a specific participant, and that includes me! Below are the rules for sending in requests.

Below are the donation tiers for writers.

Below is my own participant profile. If you request me specifically, please stick to the fundraiser rules!

There is a humanitarian crisis happening in Gaza right now. The least we can do is to help alleviate that crisis in any way possiblel; one of those methods is through supporting the PCRF with their efforts to provide urgent relief response for displaced families, as well as long-term recovery efforts in Gaza.

Let's get this going and let's get donating! Please help spread the word. Anything helps! 🍉

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Mayor Attorney - The Charity Gala

Tonight was the night of the charity gala, one that had been highly anticipated for some time now. There had been a large drive across the city to organise small events to raise money for a good cause, and this gala was no different. The organisers had put a lot of care into making sure everything would go just right. The guest list included both the Mayor and the District Attorney, along with names that Damien eagerly reminded you of. People that had supported him in his campaign, patrons, and not a single person that would give him a stress headache trying to avoid for the entire night.

It was strange to know it was one that Damien had no direct involvement in, but that was a nice relief knowing that he might actually be able to enjoy himself. As Mayor, he would have to socialise and make his presence known, but you hoped he would have time to just be Damien for a little while.

It would be nice. The previous few weeks were too busy for both of you to find time for a date, and you had already agreed to attend this event together. Would it be wrong to make the most of the night?

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You stood in front of the bathroom mirror so you could make the final adjustments to your hair. Your choice of outfit was a simple one - neat and black, plain and simple. It had been Damien's idea to co-ordinate with only black, but you couldn't ignore the suspicion bubbling up. Damien, a man who loves the chance to dress up nicely, the man who had once confessed that doing so was a 'guilty pleasure', opting for something ordinary? He had something planned.

But what? Damien wouldn't want to do anything that would throw him in the spotlight when he didn't want to be. He also wasn't someone who would add a flamboyant flair to his outfit. 

Before you could mull further on what said 'plan' could be, there was a knock on the door. He was here. Your hair would have to do. A coat with money in a buttoned-up pocket was plucked off a chair on your dash to the door.

Damien stood in the doorway like a lingering shadow. He had kept his side of the deal. His black suit was pristine, with barely a crease in sight. The mayoral ribbon he wore for public events was the perfect shade to blend in with the material. His shoes were barely visible thanks to your shadow obscuring them. Even his shirt and bowtie were barely discernable from the jacket. What you did notice was the lack of accessory on the right lapel. He was known for wearing a flower, and you had expected him to find a black blossom.

The cane was neatly tucked under his left arm so he could carefully hold a small bouquet of white roses with both hands, as though afraid a mere breeze would damage them.

"I'm sorry," he smiled bashfully when he noticed your eyes drop down to the flowers, "I know we had agreed that we weren't to give any gifts ahead of our 'date' but… they were in their prime, and I couldn't help but be reminded of your sweet smile. You look perfect tonight, my love." 

Ah, Damien. Roses might be a symbol of love, but you knew they were one of Damien's favourites, even before you two started dating. Once you let slip that you preferred the white blooms over the red ones, they became a reminder of you. You playfully rolled your eyes, accepted the bouquet, and invited him in so you could fetch a container of water to house them in. You would never be forgiven if they were left to dry out in the open air all night.

As you began placing the stems into their temporary, watery home, your gaze drifted over to Damien. He had stayed near the entrance, staying quiet so you could focus on your task and occupying himself with admiring the pictures on the wall. It was a common tactic he used for the sake of good manners. You waved a rose to get his attention, joking that you thought he had long lost 'guest' privilege by now.

You hit the nail on the head as he sheepishly chuckled and scratched his cheek.

"Ah. Yes. Well… This is a date, and I don't wish to behave so casually when it is the first time we've been together in a while." He paused as he noticed your wave beckoning him over. Who was he to argue with that? Slowly, he crossed the space to where you were working. "I simply want to make this a special night, and make sure you know how thankful I am that it is me you love." Your hands were preoccupied, and he took advantage of this to kiss your cheek.

The wall of formality was finally lowered, as Damien relaxed enough to engage in casual conversation about how the day went for both of you. His cane

For those few moments, you had forgotten the purpose of the night, until you glanced in his direction and was reminded of the empty lapel. You were quick to point this out.

"I did think one of my flowers would be a little too 'much' for a night that I have no involvement in. However, I did have an idea." He put his hand inside his jacket and pulled out two small, heart-shaped pins. One was red, the other was green. "A little gesture to show support, wouldn't you say?"

You flashed him a knowing smile. Your hunch was right, but you never would have expected how simple the act would be. He handed you the green pin so he could set to work putting the red one on your outfit.

"Sometimes, we have to remember the purpose for an event like this. It isn't merely to show how 'good' we are, or to make ourselves feel better. It's to help those who need it, and show that they aren't alone when it feels otherwise." With both pins in place, Damien stepped back to admire his handiwork. "There. Perfect."

You had a playful grin as you shook your head. You couldn't go just yet. His pin wasn't perfect, you claimed, as you reached back to the pin you had just put on him. He believed you, and that was his mistake. It left him open for your hands to swiftly move to either side of his face and pull him toward you for a kiss. When you leaned back, you saw a familiar lovestruck expression plastered on his face that you adored.

You asked if you should both get going to the gala. He nodded, leaning forward to close that gap between you one more time before it was time to go.

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Do you want to help make a charity gala a success? Why don't you go check out Heropliers4Palestine, a week-long event dedicated to raising money to help the Palestine Children's Relief Fund (PCRF). Click here for more information on how you can support a good cause or help raise awareness, and get yourself something special and made just for you in return!

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Hey everyone! If you're like me and are barely on the former bird app, you may not be aware that they've just announced the start of Heropliers4Palestine, a week-long fundraiser featuring a lot of incredible creative talent.

And I'm taking part!

For all the information, click here!

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happy ADWM anniversary and valentines day everyone, sorry i havent been posting here a while

#a date with markiplier #i don't have a ynxmark tagged lol

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There was a fire alarm blaring from the direction of the kitchens of the Invincible. This was already strange, but it was worse when one considered that all the catering staff would be off-duty at this point in the day.

The culprit was still on the scene, swearing up a storm as he batted smoke away from the oven. When he realised he had been spotted, Yancy jumped in fright.

"Snapshot! Fuck. Shit. Youse ain't 'sposed to see this. Or this." At first he gestured to the oven, then to the smoke overhead. "I wanted to surprise you. Remember how we's was talking 'bout cakes an' shit - ohfuckwaitholdon." The mere word was enough to remind him that he hadn't actually finished stopping the smoke from erupting out of the oven. A charred, flaked mess was yanked out of the oven and thrown toward the nearest sink. "I might have decided I wanted to bake youse a cake for youse's birthday, but I might have fucking put the cake on the wrong shelf thing and the heat bar-thing on top make the fucking thing catch fire."

He slumped against the sink, forlornly looking at the overcooked disaster before him. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to give youse a good birthday. It's 'sposed to be chocolate but... It's okay if you just wanna toss it." (theauthorlives)

"... You were my new dream."

"And you were mine."

It didn't matter that Morgan had seen this movie at least twenty times, this ending scene still got to them. Laying in bed, teary eyed as Eugene and Rapunzel said their Not-Final words to each other, Morgan was almost glad Yancy wasn't there. But on the other hand, this was the greatest animated movie ever made and he was missing it.

The fire alarm shrieked across the ship just as Morgan had started to blow their nose. With all the grace of a drunken newborn deer, they tumbled off the side of the bed. The Ship AI dryly noted that there was a fire in the galley, and Morgan scrambled to their feet, assuring everyone who had poked their heads out in concern and curiosity that they would handle it. It was probably quite the sight. Their fearless captain, wearing pajama bottoms with pink mustaches on them and a T-shirt that read: "Not Now, Sweety, Mommy is Cyberbullying the Mayor" marching down the hall like they were going into battle.

The culprit was their betrothed. He scrambled to explain himself, barely pausing to take a breath before he all but doing himself at the oven and ripped out a smoking thing. Morgan slapped their hand against the nearest control pad to shut off the fire alarm as Yancy slumped against the sink, defeated. Morgan crept over to look at the smoking mass that was probably perfectly good cake dough at one point.

(Anything was better than the... Abomination Morgan had tried to make for the Anniversary of the Invincible II's voyage. It had traumatized the Section Leads so much they shot it out of the airlock and vowed to never speak of it again. Morgan swore she saw Burt shed a few tears.)

"Fire Suppression Systems Activating." The Ship AI droaned, a good five minutes after the fact. If anything, the water made the mess in the cake pan look even sorrier. Morgan clicked their tongue and tapped Yancy's cheek to get his attention.

"I appreciate the thought, but I am having a good birthday, because I get to spend it with you." They signed. Reaching up to brush back a few stray curls away from Yancy's forehead. His hair would fluff out in the way Morgan adored once it dried. They planted a quick kiss on Yancy's lips as the sprinklers sputtered out. "Let's hurry and get rid of the evidence before the cook finds out." They added, looking at the cake pan. (They swore, they knew him from somewhere. Happy Trails? They didn't spend enough time in the kitchen to know for sure. But regardless, he took his kitchen very seriously, and who knew what would happen if he found out about this?)

#behind the camera (morgan) #golden hearted convict (yancy) #not in circles but in spiral graphs (iswm) #my heart lives behind bars (morgancy) #theauthorlives #(THEM!!!)

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Just wanted to remind you all that you have a date today!! You didnt forget did you??? Quick grab your wallet and shoes we cant be late to dinner, it is a date with markiplier after all 🤭

lucky us ❤️ @markiplier

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Nonbinary makeup I'm actually like really fucking proud of

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On this, Morgan's birthday, they are going to order cake and watch the most romantic movie ever made.

Sonic the Hedgehog.

#behind the camera (morgan) #valentines day #(Don't forget to get your discounted chocolate tomorrow)