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graphic-hawk · 2 days
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I recently rewatched Heist, too lol
Here’s some Illinois ❤️
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kingofmeatballs · 3 months
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Drawing same character over and over again? Many such cases.
Couldn't be me tho haha [heavy breathing]
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alaroweq · 7 months
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I realized something. Actor Mark.
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amee-racle-ofmyown · 10 days
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fdq666roadie-blog · 1 year
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We all know this is true...
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iplier-memes · 2 years
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eww-y-tho · 2 years
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A part of me wants to switch dark and magnum but at the same time i dont think it makes much of a difference. anyway here's the meme that i spent an hour and a half debating in my head.
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Cha cha real smooth 2022
Its Halloween season (source: the spirit Halloweens near me have hatched) so i can draw weird shit like this again
Original bellow the cut
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moonymoonsiplier · 5 months
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All the vibes of a sad wet kitten.
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conniemcfalcon · 2 years
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I don't know if I've shared these drawings of the Actor being miserable and bloody and broken both physically and mentally but here they are
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The Healing String (Actor Marc x GN Reader)
Chapter 1
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 More coming soon!
A series base on this post. Basically a string of fate (Or red string) Soulmate AU where Marc can control the strings.
Also, you're not the DA in this story. I don't think the DA will be in the story but I will let you know if they are. Also, I did a drawing for this it's a very bottom!
Summary- Marc has lived a very interesting life and a lot of his life revolved around the red string of fate. We take a look at his life and what lead him to this moment. The moment he got another string of fate and met his new soulmate, you. 1846 words
Tws- mentions of cheating, trust issues, bad mental health, mentions the events of WKM (so very slight character death), manuplitation (Not of the reader), isolation, mentions of toxic relationships (Not involving reader), assholes, and talking down on someone.
My main man Marc actually went to therapy lol. No, but this series is not going to be all fluff so make sure to read TWs, I'll mention again if extra triggering topics come up. Basically, Marc learning to love again, and you two actually having a healthy relationship!
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Marc has always loved the color red. It meant many things to him. The meaning shifted as he did. First, it was courage, then it was love, then anger, his power, and eventually passion.
His love for red has always been a thing so, When he finally got his red string he was elated. He was bursting with joy and couldn't wait to meet his soulmate. He had always imagined his soulmate being his fan sitting in the crowd, the string would pull them together on stage and everyone would see their love. 
When he did finally meet his soulmate it was a lot less dramatic than he imagined, but as he looked into Celine's eyes he didn’t care. All he cared about was her. 
He did everything for Celine, all he had ever wanted was her happiness. To say he was heartbroken when the string started to fray is an understatement. He cried for days on end and decided he would do everything in his power to fix his string with Celine. 
That never did end up happening. He tried so hard, and he couldn't fix it. When Celine told him about how her string with him had frayed but was repaired with the colonel, it broke him. 
The string was cut and so was his compassion. He had screamed at her to leave and never come back. The red from the gone string was replaced by red hot anger in his soul, he had given everything to her, and he tried everything to make her happy. All of that for her to break his heart and trust. He didn’t know if he was angry about the cheating itself, or about how long it has been going on. 
After that day, no one saw Marc for very long. His friends and family reached out and tried to help him but the red anger in his heart was too much for him. He couldn’t trust anyone and he had learned that the hard way. 
After about 2 years, his sadness lessened and his anger grew. She would hurt other people, he knew it. How cruel does someone have to be to cheat on them with their best friend? How could his best friend do this to him? He had so much pain and anger, they deserved to experience it too.
His mental health declined heavily, and very fast. This didn’t help when he started to look into the mystical arts. He couldn't bring himself to hurt Celine, a small part of him still loved her. No matter what she did to him he wouldn't ever lay a finger on her, the same could be said about the colonel. His pain wasn’t physical, no. It was mental, and he had no issue with hurting them that way. 
He planned the night he died for months, and somehow it didn’t go according to plan. Though Marc was a smart man, he made it work for him and he came out on top. 
That night Marc had realized something, he could now control the string of fate. The little red string that had caused him to break, was now his to control. He had so much power now, he could bend fate and that brought him joy. With a simple swipe of his hands, he could get whatever he wanted. Though the red string never came back on its own, it was always created by Marc.
After a while this got tiring. He was so tired, he had all the power and money he could want but that was not going to fix his broken heart. He tried many things, most were unhealthy. Then one day he got fed up and decided he was going to make himself happy. No one else could, so he took a leap of faith and started to go to therapy. 
His first therapy session was about 3 years ago and while he wasn't healed totally; he was much healthier now. He had worked his way back into acting and was in bigger roles now.
 He had rediscovered his love for acting. It was a coping mechanism for him and helped him stop abusing his power. On occasion he would still warp the string of fate, sometimes for selfish reasons, sometimes not. That's what led him to now. 
He was on set for the movie he was starring in. It was a classic action and romance, it was a fun script made by an amazing team of people. So when he had heard they were going to replace the young and upcoming director he refused. With a few quick swipes of his hands and a few magic words, the director not only was allowed to stay but had also been greenlighted for another movie. It was worth it to see the young director happy. 
He sat in his chair, a custom-made one he brought onto sets with him. With red velvet cushions and fancy carved wood, it screamed Marc. 
As he sat in the chair he inspected the red string attached to his thumb, he always left the pinky open in case he ever got another soulmate. He let out a sigh and swiped his hand above it. 
A red glow untied the string from his hand, and the string moved from him, back to the person's original soulmate. 
He will manipulate people, but he refuses to cut the string. He wouldn't let anyone he cares about go through the same pain as him. The only time he had to guarantee the safety of someone. 
He groaned and leaned against his chair, face against his hand. He was waiting in his room until they needed him on set. It helped recharge his social battery, which he had learned would help him feel less overwhelmed. 
 He wore his costume, a simple white dress shirt, rolled to his sleeves, and gray dress pants. The only difference was the hair clip in his hair keeping it from moving. The stylist worked so hard on his hair and he would be damned if he made them do that again, plus he hated having his hair and makeup down.
He closed his eyes letting himself have a moment of peace and rest before he felt a disturbance around him. His eyes shot open and found nothing, it was a disturbance in the mystic world. He shook his head, not his problem. 
Well, it wasn't his problem until he felt something wrap around his finger, his face contorted with shock as he saw a red string tie itself around his pinky and shoot out of the room. 
He held up his hand and looked at it. It couldn't be real could it, maybe he created it by accident? He waved a hand to try and untie it and it didn’t work. 
He stood from his chair, as he felt something he hadn't felt in years. 
He felt hopeful and scared. He wanted to love again and always yearned for it but couldn't stand the idea of another heartbreak. He stood there debating what he should do.
As if fate was encouraging him, the string pulled, taught, and glowed. His new soulmate was close. His heart raced in his chest as he quickly left the room. 
He was scared of getting hurt again, but he had to know who. Who could love him after everything he's done and been through? Fate gave him another chance and he’d rather die again than risk losing it. 
As he walked down the hall of the studio people looked at him confused, he didn't care, not now. He was about to leave the specific building they were filming in, when he felt a hand stop him, the director.
“Marc, where are you going? It's about time for your scene.” The director asked confused, Marc took a breath, 
“My string of fate is back.” The director gasped with a surprised face, “My soulmate is near, I'm sorry I promise I’ll be-” the director cut him off.
“What are you still doing here? Go! We can film it another day.” the director said, pushing him out of the door. Marc smiled and thanked the director before leaving, following the string. 
He slowly sped up until he was sprinting in the direction of the string, he wouldn't lose them, not when they were so close.
After turning the corner around a building he stopped suddenly and his breath got caught in his throat. Around a group of studio officials and others was his soulmate. You. 
You stood holding some kind of book in your hand and looking like you were trying to say something. You were so focused on the conversation you didn't notice the string go taught. Marc sped walk over to you and as he grew closer he heard the people talking. 
“I know in the source material they aren't in a relationship, but the audience would love that.” One person said you tried to interject. You were cut off, “Yes I agree it would be a great hook. “ You bite your lip. 
You're an author of a very famous book series and the studio wanted to turn it into a movie. They asked for you to be there and overwatch its production. Not that it mattered, they  wouldn't listen to you. The director was full of himself, and the writers and producers ignored you completely. You were about ready to call it quits. You spent so much time, money, and effort into these books and they were going to make so many readers unhappy if they kept on. 
“Actually, the whole point is that they're not-” You were cut off.
“I know you're the author, but I think it's best we do this. We are professionals after all. “ The director said to you, your blood boiled. How dare they.
As Marc walked up to you he heard the conversation and he grew angry. He knew this director and they were notorious for being a huge bag of dicks. So as he finally arrived behind you, he stepped to your side, so that he wasn't completely behind you and said
“Yeah, you're a professional douche bag. I honestly don't even know why the studio hasn’t fired you yet. I know plenty of better directors that would fill your spot very nicely. “ He spoke, 
You turned to him and froze, whoever this guy was he was beautiful and he was standing up for you. You felt your heart race and cheeks grow hot. The man placed his hand softly on your back, 
“I will personally talk to the head of the studio and get you another project. You don’t deserve to be working with someone so talented. “ He finished, directing you away from the group. You knew you should probably say something, but you were so enchanted by this mysterious man it slipped from your mind. He smiled down at you and you felt a tug on your pinky. You looked down and saw the red string attached to this man. 
Holy fuck, he was your soulmate.
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graphic-hawk · 2 months
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“You’re a fool, Anti. . . And you and I both know it’ll take a lot more than that to take me down.”
From my newest book in the ‘He’s coming for you’ series on Wattpad. ‘Three, four. . Open the Door’.
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starsintheparadox · 2 months
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I made a side blog for all the Markiplier ego stuff, so it’s in one spot and so I can spam without bothering my main blog, lol.
Its @whendealingininfinites
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orange-waterfalls · 2 years
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If anyone wants to know why writing takes me so long, this. this is why. I make so many. I make them for every ego, every fandom, every character, every OC, every vibe every theme anything I can ever fucking think of. These are just the WKM ones I have (chef and the butler are somewhere but I don’t wanna search my files rn, I’ll add them later). ISWM is taking me forever but it’s so fun. I have a hundred of these. What the fuck.
AND!!! I HAVE TO MAKE THE PICTURES SOMETIMES! See that ‘and justice for all’ one? I had to take the picture, download an editing app, make it black and white, add a brown tint, THEN put it in the board. The effort!!! and for what!!!! god dammit it’s fun!!!!!
if you save? like or reblog? I guess?
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amee-racle-ofmyown · 2 months
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and they were partners in crime (omg they were partners in crime)
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lee-inthebox · 2 years
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