#lostandwandering

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I don't think you guys understand when Iron Lung hits theaters I will not be normal ever again I will buy every t shirt and poster I will see it ten million fucking times

#lostandwandering #iron lung #markiplier

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On a less morbid note, I just saw FNAF earlier tonight, and I have One Big Thought:

SPOILERS

The kids that Afton murdered were all from the restaurant. Why was he at a random ass campground in Nebraska stealing Mike’s brother????

The movie makes a half hearted attempt at implying that he did that before the restaurant, and gave Vanessa Garrett’s plane. You could make a loose assumption that he started the restaurant in order to gain easier access to children other than rural campgrounds, also implying he did this to other kids if you traveled a little further down this rabbit hole (haha rabbit pun). But beyond this? There’s really no explanation for why Afton was at the campground prowling for children.

I think it would have made for a better story if Mike’s brother Garrett going missing and the kids going missing from the restaurant were unrelated. There’s already some pretty heavy-handed symbolism here, a pretty direct bridge between Garrett and these five kids and, by extension, Abby. Defeating Springtrap would serve as a metaphorical closure for failing to find who took Garrett and choosing Abby over his past would symbolize Mike’s choosing to move on and let go of his grief and guilt.

#five nights at freddy's #five nights at Freddy’s movie #FNAF #FNAF movie #film analysis #FNAF movie spoilers #lostandwandering

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Rewatching Five Night’s at Freddy’s (for like the tenth time) I’m wondering where the actual physical location of the Golden Freddy suit (and Gabriel’s body) is.

Because he goes to get Abby but doesn’t go inside with her, and the kid’s ghost seems to be able to wander around at will. He also seems to be more aware than the other kid ghosts, which I think can also be indicated by the scene with Abby and the yellow rabbit drawing, since he’s not there (and nor is the suit). Not to mention the obvious scene with Gabriel in Mike’s dream drawing the yellow rabbit on the ground with a stick.

The Golden Freddy suit is also not in the parts and services room in the back, where the other bodies/discarded suits are.

#lostandwandering #FNAF #FNAF movie #five night’s at freddy’s #headcanon time

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Dark&Host (platonic) for #47 “You look like hell.”

Prompt: “You look like hell.”

A hand clamping down on his shoulder woke him from an uneasy and unexpected slumber. He tensed immediately, then relaxed as a frigid cold seeped through his coat, into his skin; it was only Dark.

“I know you’re awake.” Dark’s voice crept over him, settled across his shoulders like a shroud. “You missed the meeting.” A wry smile. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t dead in here.”

“No,” the Host croaked, sitting up. He removed his headphones and set them down on the desk. His mouth was dry, his tongue parched and bloody, like he’d bitten it. He swiped it over his cracked lips, tasting more blood. His head pounded. His heart raced in his ears, nearly drowning out his own quiet, tired voice.  “I lost track of time.”

“I can see that.” The Host felt Dark squeeze his shoulder, felt his presence lean in, cool and cold to his feverishly hot. “You look like hell.”

“You’d look like hell too if you could see the future,” the Host snapped, the throbbing in his head getting the better of him, if only for a moment. “I can’t control it. It never stops.”

There were a few seconds of tense silence where the Host was half-convinced the hand on his shoulder would tighten, dig in, pierce. But it didn’t, and Dark only asked, mildly, “You can come to me when you have visions.”

“Pardon me if I don’t.”

Dark’s hand left his shoulder. The Host could hear the soft rustle of cloth as Dark tucked his hands behind his back. “Fair enough. At least let me take you to get cleaned up, and perhaps then we may discuss it.”

It wasn’t a request, merely a demand disguised as one. But it was a rare day when Dark was gentle. The Host found himself with the irresistible urge to sink into it. Drown.

He nodded. “That would be nice.” 

Dark’s touch was a few shades to the left of kind as he helped the Host from his rickety wooden chair, one hand on his arm, the other between his shoulder blades, supporting his unsteady weight as they left the library, footsteps muted on the thinning carpet.

#dost hark #the host #darkiplier #markiplier egos #writersofmark #fanfiction #lostandwandering #lost writing tag #writing prompts #angst #hurt/comfort #tw blood #asks #lovely anon

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I feel like if What We Do in the Shadows didn’t have only one season left Guillermo could’ve been a GREAT villain.

#lostandwandering #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #guillermo de la cruz

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Hiii ! What about "i missed you" and "do not tempt me" with actor and dark pretty please?

BODY. HORROR. MARK.

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Prompt: “I’ve missed you.” / “Do not tempt me.”

There was a snake in man’s clothing standing at the base of the stage of Wilford’s set; immaculately dressed in deep red, one perfectly polished shoe tapping slowly but not impatiently, white-gloved fingers curled like talons around the diamond tip of a cane he didn’t need, head tilted up to regard the giant game-show wheel dominating most of the pink-painted set.

Dark opened his mouth to say something– something like “get out” was most likely– but Mark was already in the business of turning his head one hundred-eighty degrees, so his wickedly delighted, death-pale face could grin at him from the wrong direction. 

“And here I thought I’d only be graced to see dear William, today.” Mark said. “How I’ve missed you, Damien.”

Now he really did snarl, a bared-teeth roar that reverberated around the set and briefly plunged their surroundings into monochrome. “Get out!”

Mark’s body swiveled, realigning his head. “What’re you going to do, behad me?” hHe sneered, and reached up to pluck his head off his spine with a sickening squelch, stretching decaying tissue and muscle until it ripped and spraying black blood down his pristine crimson suit. “You’ve already torn it off once.”

“Do not tempt me,” Dark warned, but before he could do anything Wilford poked his head out through a curtained door leading to backstage.

“Dear me,” he said. “Both my guest contestant and Darkie, what a pleasant surprise! Have you met?”

Mark plopped his head back down to his shoulders, his entire body turning in tandem to address Wilford. “We go way back.”

Wilford beamed; Dark scowled. “Good! Good.” He gestured to the blood soaking through Mark’s finely-tailored dress shirt and blazer. “And you’re dressed for the part, I see. Let’s get started.”

#darkstache #darkmark #actorstache #actor!mark #wilford warfstache #darkiplier #markiplier egos #writersofmark #fanfiction #lostandwandering #lost writing tag #writing prompts #horror #tw body horror #humor #tw blood #asks #taikeero-lecoredier

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I’m reading the new Murderbot and there’s a complete change in SecUnit’s attitude this time around. More self-destructive tendencies, more cynicism, more depression.

It’s traumatized as fuck.

#I love secunit so much #this is my favorite book series #murderbot #the murderbot diaries #lostandwandering

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Okay the PARALLELS with Nina stuck in an abusive relationship and not ready to leave and Maggie SO eager to love Nina AND AND AND Aziraphale still stuck in heaven with Crowley SO EAGER TO LOVE AZIRAPHALE

#lostandwandering #good omens #good omens season two

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Has anyone noticed that @projectdarkstache hasn’t run a Darkstache week for a couple years? I miss it. Would anyone participate if I ran it this year?

#lostandwandering #darkstache #darkiplier #Wilford warfstache

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Prompts Open!

Markiplier egos, 24 hours!

Link is here

#lostandwandering #markiplier egos #markiplier

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For the mark ask thing, how about “you’re fun to touch” with Bing and Dark?

Heat helps Dark's chronic pain.

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Prompt: “You’re fun to touch.”

The muted light and tone of the television went largely unnoticed, though its soft glow pooled on the living room floor, even going so far as to lap at the feet of the couch. Beyond that, the only sound to be heard was a soft whirring as Bing ran his internal processor higher than was his model’s usual or its recommended, heating his body and, by extension, the room.

But it wasn’t the room that needed heating so much as it was Dark that needed heating, hence their unfortunate and embarrassing situation: Bing and Dark– together– lying on the couch, Dark tucked firmly in Bing’s arms. Normally Bing would’ve rather shut himself down than put himself in such a compromising position, but it was Dark. And Dark could be convincing. Eventually, under the threat of violence and the thick, purple shadows under Dark’s eyes, Bing caved.

Still. If anyone saw them like this, he’d never hear the end of it.

“Are you sure about this?” Bing asked, startling Dark from his half-asleep state.

“Shut up,” Dark mumbled. Even exhausted he sounded like he could and would be dangerous.

Bing swallowed. Then, he took a risk. “Why are we doing this?”

A long pause. Their position– Bing’s nose to the back of Dark’s head– made it so it was impossible to see his expression. 

Finally, “you’re fun to touch.”

Then Dark was asleep, his entire body relaxing into Bing’s embrace, leaving the android thoroughly confused and a little upset, since he was sure Wilford had a thing for Dark, and if Wilford were to find out about this, he’d be dead. More than dead. He’d be so dead even Google wouldn’t be able to piece him back together.

Fuck his life.

#darkweb #darkiplier #bingiplier #markiplier egos #writersofmark #fanfiction #ego shipping #lostandwandering #lost writing tag #writing prompts #hurt/comfort #fluff #humor #chronic pain dark #asks #falcatrecon

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Egotober - Day 1

Prompt: Cape

Prompts by @tracobuttons

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He adjusted the ties. Adjusted them again so they settled at the hollow of his throat. Made sure the knot was nice and tight, and that the fabric settled in the right way over his shoulders. Studied himself in the mirror, the way his gelled-back hair shone under the lamplight. Frowned. Popped his fake vampire teeth in and bared them. Took them out. Rinsed. Repeated

He was so mired in this ritual that he missed the heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Jumped a mile when a knock came at the door. 

“Dames?” William’s voice filtered through the thick wood of the guest room door. “Are you ready? The party’s starting.”

“I’ll be right down,” Damien answered absently, but the creaking of the door as it opened informed him William hadn’t taken his answer to heart. He turned, and a surprised laugh burst from his mouth at the sight.

William was dressed as Mark, right down to the red, satiny robe and white ascot. If not for his glasses and mustache, he’d be a spitting image. Brother echoed brother, after all.

“Bully!” He exclaimed, his voice too big for the small room, for the music drifting up the stairs. “A vampire. I should have thought of that.”

Damien mustered up a smile, even as his stomach flipped. “It needs something else, though. I can’t think of what.”

William crossed the room. Looked him up and down in a way that made Damien’s face flush. Then, he snapped his fingers. “I’ve got just the thing! Wait right here.”

He spun on one slippered foot and disappeared. Moments later Damien heard the sound of the next door guest room opening, and frowned as he pondered why on earth William would be rummaging through Celine’s things.

Then, he was back, triumphantly boasting an eyeliner pencil. He was up in Damien’s face before the mayor could say a word about it, his calloused fingers gentle as he touched Damien’s jaw, tilting his face this way and that so as to apply a thick ring of makeup below each eye.

“There!” William’s breath smelled like expensive wine. He stepped back, grinned, placed a hand on Damien’s shoulder and steered him back toward the mirror. “It’s perfect. Take a look.”

Damien murmured assent and glanced toward the mirror, but what he was really looking at was William looking at him, his pretty dark eyes glittering. 

He felt his insides twist. Wished things were different. “Perfect,” he agreed, and stepped away from the mirror. Away from William. Away from the feelings he let fester. “Let’s go party.”

#egotober2023 #dilliam #mayor damien #colonel william #markiplier egos #writersofmark #fanfiction #ego shipping #lostandwandering #lost writing tag #fluff #angst

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"Stop worrying about it" with Darkstache?

Domaine de la Romanee-Conti is apparently a really expensive wine.

Trigger warnings for implied violence and dead body mention

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Prompt: “Stop worrying about it.”

The day that Dark didn’t have to worry about dead bodies on set would be the day he’d become one himself, if only out of sheer relief.

Today was not that day. The fire alarm blared silently, all red lights and no sound, one of the only remnants of events transpired within the last hour. 

That, and the sheets, of course; they covered every corpse strewn about Wilford’s bubbly pink game-show set, lumpy and awkward. Someone would come around to take care of them. Dark usually delegated that task to Google, unwilling to get his hands or finely-tailored clothes bloody. Such dirty work was beneath him.

“Mr. Trimmer,” he greeted, as Bim stomped over, the shined heels of his dress shoes clicking across the concrete nearly in time with the flashing lights. “You needn’t worry,” he said before Bim could open his mouth, “you’ll get your pay this afternoon.”

Bim huffed, his face flushing red, but he nodded and hurried on toward the exit.

Dark lifted one hand and massaged the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut as a migraine began to take shape in his left temple. One day. Couldn’t they go one day without a crisis?

“Ah, just the man I wanted to see.” Wilford appeared from backstage, brushing through the glittery curtains like a diva. His platform heels thunked over the equally glitter–coated linoleum tile making up the set floor. He maneuvered easily around the covered corpses, pausing every once and a while to get a good look at one. “Work is no time for naps.”

Dark aimed a glare that could’ve cut through stone, one that Wilford seemed entirely oblivious to. “What am I to do with you?”

“Wine, dine, and sixty-nine me.” Wilford waltzed over, flashing him a dazzling grin that must’ve charmed many a TV executive, one that Dark seemed entirely oblivious to. A mini-skirt swished around his upper thighs. Other than that, he wore his usual yellow shirt and suspenders. “I prefer Domaine de la Romanee-Conti.”

Dark crossed his arms. “Not for the mess you’ve made.”

Wilford, already taller than Dark without the platform heels, had to stoop to wrap one arm around Dark’s shoulders, steering him toward the neon “Exit” sign at the other end of the studio. “I’d stop worrying about it, if I were you. It’ll be sorted in no time.”

Dark bit out a laugh. "You'd be fucking dead without me."

#darkstache #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #markiplier egos #writersofmark #fanfiction #ego shipping #lostandwandering #my writing #humor #hurt/comfort #tw dead body #tw physical violence #writing prompts #asks #lovely anon

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Egotober - Day 19

Prompt: Silver

Prompts by @tracobuttons

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“Do you really think the color will show up?” Dark sat in his office chair, one hand held daintily out to Wilford, who perched on the edge of his desk.

Wilford grunted, but otherwise didn’t respond. He was hunched over Dark’s hand, face so close that it was tinting his nose gray. With one hand he painstakingly maneuvered a tiny brush coated with silver paint to Dark’s right pinky nail. He did this with each nail on Dark’s hand, unwavering and utterly concentrated. 

When he was done he sat up so abruptly he nearly headbutted Dark. “Take a look.”

So Dark did. He held his hand up to examine his nails, expression inscrutable. “It didn’t work.”

“What?” Wilford grabbed his hand. Sure enough, the silver paint was black, tainted monochrome by Dark’s aura. “Bullshit,” he exclaimed. “I thought for sure silver would work.”

Dark shrugged. “Let’s just stick with black.”

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