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Happy Valentine’s Day

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Scratch's chase dialog +

The Dark Half, Stephen King;

Home Sweet Home, Arkavello;

Into The Night, (DOLCH);

I Am Your Skin, The Bravery;

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SILENT HILL 3 (2003)

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The Girl From the Other Side: Siúil, a Rún (とつくにの少女) by Nagabe

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a date with markiplier: HORROR

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Security Camera.jpeg

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- Maybe you were right. Maybe this is some kind of a dream. - Well, who’s dreaming it then? You, or me?

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@lvckyflannel​: ❝ ... it has been a while. ❞

     WINTRY MIRTH overtook the entity’s countenance, companionate shadows trilling nearby at the profound understatement. paradoxically did the room become more vacant with his newfound company as if vying to reject the ethereal presence but to no avail. suit jacket’s ivory fabric shimmered with his unhurried advance despite the lack of a light source, electronically snuffed out by his arrival without intention of restoration. remnants of timelines dusted pale fingertips like stray stardust, traces of temporal defects that were shared with his counterpart via an affectionate brush against the jaw. they had occupied opposite sides of the space only a few moments ago but after reality flickered, no longer did superfluous distance deprive them of intimacy.

     despite lingering reservations about the precipitate departure, voracious appetite for nullification had to be satiated and quelled by sacrifice. it was a small price to pay for mark’s continued preservation, perpetually pinned and mounted while alternates were wholly consumed. all other versions paled in comparison, and no other could serve as a viable replacement. they were everything together, and nothing without the other.

     darkness' discordant whispers were tamed to passivity, subservient and hushed in preparation for their preacher’s solemn sentiments. the overdue reunion was an occasion to be revered and its significance was staunchly observed.

---------- ( HOW ELSE WOULD ONE CELEBRATE IN THE DAY OF NIGHT ? )

       ❝ dreadful, isn’t it ? to become so keenly acquainted with absence’s ache. ❞ reverberant words filled the air before the entity’s tongue tasted them, spoken as if pulled from the tides of a dream. shadow-clad eyes unblinkingly held the other’s gaze without deviation of focus as index finger and thumb firmed their grasp, a non-negotiable command to come nearer. disembodied murmur sounded low against the shell of mark’s ear, a husky hum that made no effort to censor his appreciation for the closeness. ❝ did you  long  for me as I did you, mark ? ❞

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Skinamarink (2022) dir. Kyle Edward Ball

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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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defectiveanarchy​.:

     WHATEVER TRICKERY IT IS TO BE, Ayin didn’t appear to have a hand in it – it seems as CONFUSED as the dark entity before it. Why, there is even what many could assume to be  f e a r  within those green eyes. Slightly curled fingers are to rest along those pink lips, the entity pondering over its next words. “ I…am not certain. Please believe when I say this…but I believe there is…somethin’ in me.” There is a SLIGHT PAUSE in its concern, as though it is hesitant to even mention something ABSURD.       “ No, no, I have no need fer such violence an’ aggression,” Ayin stated, lips marred in a frown as it is to take note of Dark’s appearance – the INSTABILITY is enough to have a potential cause for alarm. “ I have seen much of it durin’ my travels – from humans an’ other beings alike – an’ it…does not appeal ta me. It is exhaustin’ by th’ end of it, an’ often times, there is no benefit ta it.” PERSONAL OPINIONS are seldom known for the entity, but it had acquired the ability to DEVELOP ITS OWN CONCLUSIONS.

     Ayin had noticed the GRADUAL SHIFT IN ATMOSPHERE and it nearly commented on it before Dark is to ask…such a DISTASTEFUL question. “ It is not like tha’. What beckons me is not th’ callin’ of a path, but of somethin’ else. Ever since I have awakened, it has become…unruly. Tha’ it is why I say it is persistent – it is like it has a consciousness or a will of its own. Sometimes, I hear tha’…laugh. It is unhinged! I even heard words… I heard it speak!           It would say things like   let̛ m̛e̢ ou̷t͜  an’  I̷ don͢’t ̨w̷a̷nt͜ t̕a̧ d̡ie. It sounded like me as well!”

     A CHILL  colder than winter’s frost  enveloped  the entity from within,  crystallizing  within his chest and mantling the approximation of a human heart. To classify the other’s commentary was no more than a mere coincidence would have been an act of  submission  towards willful  ignorance. Although initially  deferential  towards the other being, the mask of nonpartisan  gregariousness  had begun to dissolve and reveal the  guarded  misgivings beneath. To remain adaptable in an  unstipulated  situation was a laborious feat – especially when the virus could be remembered so strikingly and seemingly existed within reach; never before would he have thought that he’d miss their rivalry’s  acidity, never before would he have thought that its absence would  haunt  him more than the fragmented memories of the past.

                        ( LOVE THY ENEMY  &  BLESS THOSE WITH HATE IN THEIR HEART !                                 FOR FEW ARE EVER SO PRIVILEGED TO KNOW SUCH PASSION. )  

     ❝ ----------- How could  HE  be locked away?  You  must  know.  What aren’t you telling me ? ❞  A breath was drawn to force a beat, a sorely needed pause for both of their sakes.  ❝ Think back to your  earliest  memory, and  focus. ❞ 

     A whetted edge barbed his tone, prepared for obliviousness but  disinclined  to consider it adequate. It sounded as though the virus’ personality and homicidal habits were buried inside the other creature but how the situation came to be thoroughly  eluded  him --–  ( who had the power to do that ? how could they do that ? ). A dull ache signalled that his nails had reflexively dug into the meat of his palm, fingers curling hard against the skin in a raw exhibition of frustration before the tension was forcibly diminished in an effort to reclaim  some  semblance of equanimity. Between the translucent forms expressing their silent yet  patent  displeasure and the  scorn  that threatened to peel away his decorum entirely, the atmosphere’s irascibility wasn’t conducive to the suited being’s investigation but he wasn’t deterred. He  desperately  yearned to learn what happened to Anti, he  needed  to know.

                          ❝ You said you were  awakened  but by whom? What do  you  remember? ❞ 

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they will get their execution. i will get my freedom. IRON LUNG OFFICIAL TRAILER.

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Warf is probably spilling something deep...

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Guess who finally drew my favorite iplier after 84 years?

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARKIPLIER. (19th JUNE, 2012.)