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Hello,

I have decided that it's for the best that I archive this blog. The time I spend here could be spent bettering myself, and honestly I need to focus on that moreso than any tumblr blog, as much as I enjoy running them- especially with the world as it is today. And while this doesn't mean a lack of writing for me, it does mean the death of this blog.

I wasn't very active to begin with, so maybe this will be insignificant to most. But it needed to be said, and for those it is significant to, the stories will still be here.

Thanks all,

-Em

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Whump Prompt 89

Write something based on this concept:

Hero's cursed weapon allows him to fight villain more effectively and powerfully, but the more he uses it, the more quickly it will destroy him.

Villain finds out about the curse and turns this knowledge against hero, forcing him to use the weapon over and over again until he's barely capable of fighting back.

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how on earth do you even plan to clean all this up, damien? ink doesn’t come out of cloth!

(tadaaa, the chosen request for the new year: 'wil interacting with goopy dark'!)

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angel

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he is babygirl

look at him. he’s sad. You made him sad

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Surprise Wednesday visit because a Sunday visit isn't enough anymore (also Dark's a meanie) 😔

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Darkiplier's Hands redux. you're welcome once again.

(remake of THIS gifset because I made it like 2 years ago when I was still relatively new to making gifs)

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I posted 88 times in 2022

That's 66 more posts than 2021!

33 posts created (38%)

55 posts reblogged (63%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@demondark81

@theworldofprompts

@seaside-writings

@frozenrose105

@freekymonstr

I tagged 55 of my posts in 2022

Only 38% of my posts had no tags

#writing - 21 posts

#fanfiction - 20 posts

#em writes - 20 posts

#iswm - 13 posts

#in space with markiplier - 12 posts

#save - 9 posts

#darkiplier - 7 posts

#egos - 7 posts

#god au - 6 posts

#request - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 87 characters

#i love that youre able to maintain the silence of the captain true to y/n in the series

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

How do feel of angst with mayor attorney [damien/darkiplier x y/n district attorney] ? “I can’t trust you” , “I can’t remember” , “ I can’t hold on much longer”

I feel like that's a brilliant combination.

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Dark never wanted to return to the manor. It held too many bad memories, outweighing all of the good that had happened there and a bittersweet nostalgia washed over him at the thought of it. Seeing it again, he thought about how glad he’d been to be reuniting with old friends. How he’d enjoyed the night of poker and partying. He thought about the dread seeing the Actor dead on the ground, and how the dread had since turned to rage at the thought of him. 

He couldn’t forget the pain, either. It was his fault that the district attorney was now trapped in the mirror within the manor. Perhaps he could move past that, but Damien and Celine were both weighed with guilt the same. Maybe that’s why he had felt the need to come back despite his desires to stay away. Maybe that’s why he found himself standing outside the door and staring up at the grand estate. 

Dark wasn’t one to put things off, but he couldn’t seem to make his feet move forward. His hand was frozen in place at his side, the door remaining closed in front of him. He could feel the all too familiar dread coursing through him. It was only there, where no one could see him, that he even allowed himself such hesitance. …But even that must come to an end. It was with that thought along with Celine’s incessant prodding that he finally opened the door and stepped inside. 

The hinges made a terrible sound as he closed the door behind him, and the wooden floorboards creaked beneath his dress shoes. A scan of the place revealed it to be covered in dust and cobwebs. Some of the windows were broken and allowed cold air to pass through, but otherwise the building was just as they had left it all those years ago. Still he made his way slowly through all of the rooms as even more memories flooded through him. 

Despite his reservations, it didn’t occur to Dark to turn back or to leave. No, now that he was there, he knew that this was something that he had to do. He felt a pull to the room that he knew the mirror was stored in, and almost subconsciously he made his way there. The only locked room in the manor was dark compared to the others, but it didn’t take long for his eyes to adjust. It was cleared out as many of the rooms there had been, but thick black curtains covered any windows in this one. A more elegant piece of black fabric covered the only visible furniture- the mirror. 

When Dark approached it he ran his hand over the silk, more memories resurfacing. He had moved the mirror there and covered it himself after realizing what he’d done. He’d spent hours there pouring over Celine’s books, at the insistence of the twins to find a way to release the one inside. Eventually the Entity had shifted his focus, however, and he came to the manor less and less. But at that moment the Entity was silent, and Dark pulled the fabric away. 

The mirror was elegant, and lacking the dust that had settled over everything else. Otherwise it looked relatively normal, and Dark could pretend it was so if not for-

“Hello?” The voice was tentative and had an echo to it akin to Dark’s. With it came the shadow of a hand pressing against the glass, and a figure leaning closer as if to see better. They had no physical form, but Dark had no doubt in his mind as to who resided within. “Damien?”

“...It’s me.” The blue of his aura became more prominent as he stepped closer, and his demeanor softened.

“I can’t remember the last time you came, I- was beginning to think you’d forgotten me,” the district attorney said. There was a question in the tone of their statement, as if asking for an explanation. Dark was content to let Damien give it. 

“Of course not. Things grew… Complicated. But we have neither forgotten you nor given up.” He pressed a hand to the glass himself then, offering a rueful smile. It was bittersweet, seeing them in his own reflection yet being so unable to see them truly. 

“...Damien. …Celine…” They spoke to the twins, rather than to Dark himself or the Entity. That was always the case, and though he knew that they were aware of what he was, he never corrected them. “...I can’t hold on much longer.”

His aura flared slightly at that, a swirling mix of red and blue lighting up the room before it settled back on the blue. “What are you saying?” As much as he tried to remain neutral, Damien’s worry was seeping into Dark with the words. They were safe there, he had made sure of it. The DA let out a weak laugh.

“...I can feel my mind slipping away. I don’t know if I’ve been here for weeks or for centuries, Damien, and I- could feel my memories of you fading the longer I went without seeing you. This realm is different, and I’m losing pieces of myself every day.” 

Dark fell silent, lowering his hand to his side. He felt the twins’ panic, but more than that he could feel his rage building. He was angry. At the Actor, at Wilford, and at himself. He could feel the Entity shoving Damien and Celine to the back of his mind and urging him to leave the manor. He wanted vengeance for all that had happened. He needed to kill the man who was responsible for the district attorney’s fate, especially with what they were telling him.

“...And what makes it worse,” the DA began again, snapping Dark’s attention back to them despite the quietness of their voice. “Is that I can’t trust you. …I’m not a fool. I know you aren’t the Damien I once knew. I can see the rage blinding you, and I can see that you’re controlled by the very same thing that Mark was.” 

His jaw clenched at that, as more emotion flooded through him. He couldn’t keep his aura still with all of the noise in his head- the twins trying desperately to regain control, hindered by their own pain, and the Entity fueling his anger. Before he could make sense of it all, and before he could think to respond, the shadowy hand withdrew from the mirror. The district attorney backed away without another word, and Dark was stuck staring at only his own reflection once more.

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See the full post

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#2

So that video huh

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My #1 post of 2022

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Writing Prompt 9

Silent.

Too silent.

Where was everyone?

Footsteps.

Faster footsteps.

A scream.

Silent once more.

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I made this callout meme for me and me specifically

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just the right tool for the job

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spotify wrapped is HERE! send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist

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100 drabble challenge by @whumpster-dumpster

Prompt #2: Burn

Context

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It was easy to get lost in thoughts of the last victim.

The smell was the most memorable. Cooked flesh and smoking wood, the combination of which the Host found disturbingly pleasant. His mouth watered at the thought. Then burning flesh, the smell of death- satisfying, coupled with the silence of the Author.

He considered how messed up it was that he'd enjoyed the feat, as he shoveled dirt into the grave and the last wisps of the smell faded from the air, replaced with a damp, earthy scent.

It was wrong.

That wouldn't stop him from doing it again.

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100 drabble challenge by @whumpster-dumpster

Prompt #1: Ache

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The worst pain was never the initial blow. It was what came after- the ache which never quite subsided, which twisted in your gut like a sharpened knife.

That's how it was for Chase, at least, who held a photograph in one hand- Gently, as if he could destroy it with one wrong move- and a bottle of whiskey in the other. This he held with a tighter grip, his knuckles whitening around the bottle's neck. It didn't matter if that shattered. It could be replaced, unlike the memories that came from the photograph, reminding him of all he'd lost.

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100 Drabble Challenge: Whump Edition

The Challenge: write a hundred drabbles, exactly 100 words each, for a hundred brief prompts! I’ve seen some of these floating around but not one specifically whump-themed. As such, I’m doing my duty!

Ache

Burn

Cut

Darkness

Faint

Cough

Stranded

Weak

Temperature

Stumble

Chains

Slap

Hunger

Thirst

Tremble

Sob

Hide

Knife

Mockery

Revenge

Gag

Strangle

Pet

Bedridden

Hallucination

Distrust

Ensnare

Blindfold

Sore

Fall

Pinned

Ransom

Escape

Comatose

Shock

Tissues

Bath

Retch

Exposed

Swollen

Bitterness

Left Behind

Shove

Hoarse

Whip

Sweat

Band-Aid

Punishment

Worry

Lies

Bite

Rage

Blurry Vision

Crutches

Stress

Heat

Infection

Dragged

False Smile

Car Trunk

Grudge

Breakdown

Wheeze

Shot

Unsteady

Bedside Manner

Cage

Whimper

Scratch

Threat

Toss and Turn

Lonely

Vertigo

Pale

Buried

Overload

Argument

Painkillers

Pressure

Therapy

Glazed Eyes

Vigil

Cornered

Thrash

Dangling

Gone Wrong

Overworked

Scars

Oxygen

Cold Floor

Tearstains

Terror

Impossible Choice

ER

Bruises

Forced to Watch

Bloodshot

Defiance

Broken

Loss

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There's been a murder on a yacht and the only witnesses are the staff who are each blaming each other

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Markiplier Egos fanarts posted on twitter