#markiplier inspired

[cod-dump]

Soap: You don’t make love with your eyes or your body… You make love with your heart and soul!

Gaz: *puts a sticker on his chest with an ‘L’ on it*

Gaz: You have a large soul

Soap: Thank you-

Roach: *puts a sticker with a ‘M’ on his crotch*

Roach: And you have a medium dick

*Soap stares at Roach as he laughs along with Gaz. Then Ghost laughs from the other room*

Soap: BABE-

Ghost: WHAT?! IT’S FUNNY

Gaz & Roach: *losing their shit*

[bubblesbinxs]

it’s currently 2am where i am so technically 4th of april.. Happy 2 Years ISWM !!!!!!!

[99sin]

best friend

[girlbossdarkiplier]

markcu cast as lps 😚

ermm.. if you saw me try to upload this the first time nooo you didn't 😁

"🤓thats not the same species" Clearly... ur not a connoisseur of LPS role play logic ok...

is this too niche.. 😟

[knifeslidez]

there's a corpse in this bed

[d1gitald0llhouse]

WELCOME TO THE DOLLHOUSE !

A NEW PROGRAM THAT OFFERS YOU ANYTHING YOU'D EVER WANT - ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS WIN ! COME TAKE PART IN MY COMPETITION TO PROVE YOURSELF THE WORTHY OF A GRAND PRIZE AND YOUR GREATEST WISH - GUARANTEED!

YOU CAN FINALLY HAVE IT ALL!

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS MAKE A CHOICE: LIVE YOUR CURRENT LIFE OR BECOME SOMETHING NEW. SEND ME AN ASK! THROW ME SOME LOVE! SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT IT!

WELCOME TO THE LIMELIGHT, BABY! ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SAY YES. SO, C'MON - HIT THAT LITTLE 'Y' BUTTON DOWN THERE, OKAY? THEN I'LL HAVE THE PERMISSIONS TO HELP YOU. YOU'LL BE A PART OF THE NETWORK! YOU'LL BE IN IT TO WIN IT!

LET'S BEGIN!

Y / N

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this is a fictional arg that will eventually lead to the release of a discord server. it does not result in a real prize. to play, please send an ask to this blog and talk to the character above.

this arg does contain warnings that include but are not limited to descriptions of blood, violence, death, mind control and emotional manipulation. please bear this in mind and message the blog with any issues or concerns you may have.

i hope you enjoy your journey to the dollhouse. - user 10.

[fagbearentertainment]

This genre of old youtuber images is killing me

[autistic-skeletons]

i love the undertale fandom bc there’ll be a post saying “cant wait for more StoryBeneath content!!!” and it’s just exceptionally drawn art of sans in a different jacket

[fuctacles]

For @steddielovemonth day 12th prompt by @acasualcrossfade

M | 1383 | cw: trans pregnancy | modern AU, ftmEddie

Steve wakes up and does the first logical thing that all people do. Checks his phone.

He blinks at the bright screen trying to decipher his notifications and sighs when he realizes the group chat is flooded with messages. It’s nothing new, although it never hit 99+ before. He scrolls up to catch up with whatever his friends have been up to at night. Wonders if he’s the only one that uses nighttime for rest.

He’s groggy with sleep and as he passes through the chat log, he’s struggling to make sense of the messages he’s seeing.

>>How about a gender-neutral one?

>>I vote Elrond!

>>WHO’S GONNA BE THE GODPARENTS

He scrolls and scrolls and finally reaches The Photo. And things, unfortunately, start to make sense. 

It’s a photo of a pregnancy test.

He immediately goes to his chat with Eddie. Tries to type a message, fails, and hits the call button. It takes a considerable amount of time for Eddie to pick up.

“The fuck do you want?” he growls upon answering, voice thick and distant. Steve clearly just woke him up but he couldn’t give two shits about it right now.

“Why didn’t you tell me first? Wait, is it not mine? No, wait, you can tell whoever you want, of course, but, is it mine?”

“What?” Eddie sounds tired and angry which, fair, it’s 7 AM, not his usual waking hour.

“We skipped the condom a couple of times, but you said it’s not possible, not with all the hormones you’re taking. I’m not mad, I’m not panicking, I just need to know.” Okay, maybe he was panicking a bit, but not bad panicking. It’s just not something he’s prepared for. Is he ready to be a dad? Would Eddie want him to be the dad? Would Eddie want to be a dad? Would he even want to—?

“Shit, fuck, do you want it? Are you okay with your body doing… this? Are you okay?”

“Okay, deep breath, please.” Eddie sounds much more awake now and Steve follows his instruction, anxiously awaiting answers. “I’m not okay; I feel, frankly, betrayed by my body, but I think we’re talking about two different things. Why did you call me? So early, may I add?”

Eddie’s calm. So Steve can be as well. He breathes in and out.

“I saw the group chat. The photo?” He bites his lip. Maybe Eddie hoped he wouldn’t see it at all?

“What? Hold on.”

Steve holds, listening to the shuffling on the other end. He hears the springs on Eddie’s bed creak and thinks it’s finally time to get him a new mattress. Or, if Eddie is up to it, move in together.

He flinches when the soft shuffling of the bedspread is broken by a loud snort, followed by manic laughter. 

Wasn’t it too early for mood swings?

“Stevie, baby,” Eddie finally wheezes out.

“Yes?” He perks up, eager for answers and hopeful from hearing the pet name. 

“Please put on your glasses and look at the photo again,” is all Eddie says, before bursting back into laughter. 

Steve frowns but reaches for his glasses, resting on their usual spot on his bedside table. Once secured on his nose, he opens the chat again and goes straight to the media folder to open the photo in question. He squints his eyes at it.

It’s a covid test, clear as day.

“You’re not pregnant,” he deadpans.

“Nope. Just good old corona.”

“Shit.”

Steve falls on his pillow, completely drained from the emotional rollercoaster. He thinks about calling in sick. He’s too humiliated to show his face to the world and, besides, how is he supposed to teach kids when he’s such a dumb idiot himself?

“And, for the record,” Eddie continues once his chuckles subside, unaware of Steve’s inner turmoil. “I would tell you first, and it would be yours. It’s just been you for a while and I’ve never fucked without a condom before.”

Steve did not know that. He slaps a hand over his mouth so no embarrassing sounds come out at the revelation.

“But yeah, it wouldn’t be possible on my current hormone cocktail. And I don’t think I’d ever be prepared for a little alien growing inside me. It’s one thing to say fuck gender norms for one day and wear a dress and another to completely overturn my body’s ecosystem for a year, maybe more, without turning back.”

“Yeah,” Steve nods because that’s all he can do. He knows a lot about Eddie’s body by this point, but possible pregnancy is not something that comes up in daily conversations.

“Besides, I’ve been talking with my doctors about getting an oophorectomy, so that will be off the table soon anyway.”

Steve frowns, not liking the sound of that but not wanting to assume anything. Again.

“What’s that?” he asks instead.

“Ovaries removal,” Eddie answers easily. “So the hormones they produce don’t fuck with my T shots.”

“Huh.” It will never cease to both anger and amaze Steve how much trans people have to go through to be themselves. “Makes sense, I guess.”

“Mhm. How are you feeling?”

Steve frowns at his ceiling.

“Me? You’re the one with covid.” The fact suddenly, finally, sinks in. “Shit, how long will you be quarantined?”

“Just a week, don’t worry. But I’m asking because you kind of deflated there.”

Steve huffs. 

“My boyfriend has covid, of course I’m—”

“No, I mean, are you disappointed you didn’t put a baby in me?”

Steve chokes on saliva and air, and has to sit up on his bed to take a proper breath.

“Eddie,” he wheezes out in a warning, his face going beet red.

“Are you?” he presses.

“I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Open cards, baby. It’s not on the table, but I won’t be mad if you want it.”

Steve sighs. He worries this kind of thing might break their relationship. It was a topic he avoided, not only with Eddie, but with others he dated before him. Not many people their age are ready for kids talk, for a commitment like that.

“Yeah. Sorry.” Sorry if it’s a deal breaker.

“Don’t be sorry. Nothing bad about wanting to knock up your boyfriend.”

“Eddie.” This time his warning comes with an amused breath.

“What? Just because I won’t do it doesn’t mean I can’t play along.” He can hear him smirk from the other end of town where Eddie’s apartment is. “It’s no condom town, baby, from now on. I want all your cum inside, pushing it deeper with your fingers when you pull out. I’ll keep it inside while we watch TV. And then we’ll go again and again until it catches. Until you give me the baby you want so much.”

Steve whines, eyes closed and imagination running wild.

“Shit, I’m so wet. Didn’t know I have a breeding kink. Huh.”

“Jesus Christ Eddie, you can’t do this to me at the beginning of your quarantine!”

“Well, you’re the one who brought up kids! Which, I think we should have a serious talk about once I’m back in the world.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, and presses his eyes closed with resignation. He should have seen it coming. He loves Eddie, which is exactly why he’s been avoiding the topic of a future together, of kids, of a family.

“Yeah, sorry I’ve been holding back but I think I’m ready to make this serious if you are.”

Steve makes a sound. Questioning and confused because it’s all he can give him now.

“I know it’s a long shot, but we could adopt, or find a surrogate. I can wear a belly if it does it for you? Dunno, we’ll figure something out. If you want to, of course.” He’s rambling, which is a sure sign that he’s being sincere.

“I want to,” Steve assures him quickly. He is so relieved, so excited and full of love, that he’s about to cry. “I love you so much.” And there it is, his voice is already shaking, eyes wet.

“I love you too, baby,” Eddie coos back. “Now, can we get back to the horny part? I know you have to get up for work soon.”

Steve laughs at that, hand promptly sliding down his body.

“Yeah, let’s.” 

[mnt-artss]

what if we were thieves and we were in love

drew heist and y/n again bc i can,,

reblogs appreciated !!

[thedgeofsleep]

BENDY AND THE  DARK  MARK REVIVAL. edit inspired by mark’s playthrough ♡

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Agatha: Darkhold Diaries: Day 599

Agatha: *practicing morally depraved spells she remembered from the Darkhold*

Y/N, watching: “I respect her so much”

Wanda: “Why? She’s practicing dark magic?”

Y/N: “I just respect her so much, nothing but respect for her. Such respect to her”

Wanda:…

Y/N…

Wanda, sighing: “You think it’s hot, don’t you”

Y/N: “NO NO! Nothing but RESPECT”

Wanda: “Sure, whatever you need to tell yourself”

[xnaderblog]

The Captain frowns deeply, looking at the sorry state of their crew, trying to recover from the attack on the Invincible. Their hand hover over the crystal imbedded in their palm, and their Cryogenics Lead catches sight of them.

She stops, looking at her captain, the fatigue lining her face is replaced with grief.

“Captain…?” She questions.

“I have to stop her.” The Captain tells her, in a quiet voice, as though they are pleading with her. In a sense, they are.

“But… we’ll die.”

“…I know…”

They know of the risk, and yet they will do it, again and again. Forever, if they must.

[thetruequeenoftheabyss]

Happy Weekly Wilford Wednesday everyone!!! I have severe brain rot and made this because I can and I wanted to and no one tried to stop me. 😀

I'm just out here mashing interests together like barbie dolls at this point

[hiding-under-the-willow]

I'm back on my Bim and Ed bullshit

[lialine]

Kitty