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BIG SIGH.
#Sgfgsgdds#Actor Mark is so dumb#He loves her honestly lmao#Actor Mark#Mark the Actor#Celine the Seer#Marine#Mark/Celine#Kinda?#XD
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Dark doodles :)
#Darkiplier#Markiplier ego#I love that we always draw Dark drinking wine lmao#He needs that drink after being in-charge of handling the chaos of the Ipliers lol#Blushy Dark is always valid and very cute
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I have been saving this since last year. Happy Earth Day everyone.
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Shout out to the ten primate species, four bat species, elephant shrews, and the Cairo spiny mouse. Nobody else gets it
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Whenever people are asked where the Captain lives, they answer with "Jerry's Tree, right?" But when asked where the tree is, they have no following answer.
In fact, the majority doesn't know where the legend of Jerry's Tree came from, but they all know that's where the Captain once lived. The longest standing homebase of the Captain, before he left it. (Was it 1 vanilla, 2 modded worlds and the mianite series?)
Folowers of the Captain tell you to Remember the Cows, for they were the first blood the Captain spilled in his forgotten old world.
Fans know of his mentions of a beloved small slime of his old world, loved to the point of naming his home after it.
The Captain adopting multiple pets to stave his loneliness during the start of his long life, grieving at every loss and goodbye, being more and more reluctant to adopt pets, just to avoid grieving them in the future. Too many named pets lost in the multiverse the Captain hops and skips through.
captainsparklez will be like “does anyone want to give my cubito the most tortured, painful storylines known to man without a single happy ending” and then not wait for an answer
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Birb
#Birb!#The Pidgey line is my favorite#Pigeotto more specifically#Love that mid evolution design#My fancy birby#Pokemon
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nobody asked me my headcanons on Bill's weird alien shape gender but that's only because you didn't know you wanted to know
of course he has gold bricks and pronouns
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I need everyone to know that the ship Götheborg, the world's largest ocean-going wooden sailing ship, answered a distress call the other day.
Imagine waiting for the coast guard or whatever to show up and instead a replica of 18th century merchant ship pulls up and tows you to the coast.
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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.
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Small joys on Tumblr:
When your notes make a perfect cat
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as an aroace, im particularly dangerous, because i wont fuck or marry. i only know how to kill.
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Fine
Change a single letter and change the word game
I want to play a game with you all.
You have to make a new word by changing only one letter of the last word.
Dirt
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