#MARKIPLIER GET DOWN.
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oh dear fucking god they got him
#world of warcraft#MARKIPLIER GET DOWN.#i logged on the server the first 2 mins of it being live and took the name markiplier.#'why' i dont know. something in my brain said it was funny.#so this is what i chose to do with it.
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My thoughts on Nyarlathotep in the two modern media pieces I know
Malevolent:
An evil twink bastard but an evil twink bastard I absolutely adore. He great but still rightfully a bastard.
Sucker for love:
I want to fuck the giant Egyptian blue cat lady.
#i can see why markiplier was down bad for auntie nyan nyan now#SHEEEESH 🔥#gaint eldritch women save me#i have still yet to get the tower route in stp and im so pisssd off about it#sucker for love#malevolent#malevolent podcast#moose rambles#anmins malevolent tag
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is it not common aoifa knowledge that markiplier is your jason faceclaim bc it really should be (smh @ everyone who didn't know. fake fans /j)
Obviously I'm not making it obvious enough that's on me from now on I'm not even gonna bother drawing Jason just gonna take screen shots of markiplier and add the white streak - actually will probably save me alot of time
#ask#agapimenos#Hey Per!!!!!!!#honestly it is funny tho#bc i picture people seeing my jason#and in the same tone as#“was that the bite of 87”#going#“is that markipler??”#also tho#im so glad i did decide to base jason on a real life person#it makes drawing him easier in a way#i dont have to think about how jason looks as much#unless its trying to get him to look more like markiplier#which ho boy im doing#just you wait guys#those notes from the past ask#those were me taking down what i needed to fix next time i draw jason
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"𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣."
The now empty Truly can slams against the counter, tinny and empty. "Better get drinkin, Eef!" You yell, triumphant and two seltzers ahead of your opponent. Mark looks a tad disappointed, back against the counter and arms crossed. You and Ethan sat at the island on barstools, having a competition to see who could drink more before getting shitfaced.
Ethan was lagging behind. You were feeling tipsy yourself but he was getting a little woozy. The way his body would tip to one side until he noticed and righted himself told you a lot. Mark cleared his throat, and both you and Ethan turned to look at him. Your smile dropped the moment the empty Truly box left the olders' hand and tumbled to the floor. "Automatic win." He says, nodding towards you.
The smile returns as you slide from your seat, a little stumble to your step as you saunter up to the fridge. Out comes an unopened twelve pack of Coors, your least favorite alcohol. "You hate beer." Mark comments, pushing himself off the counter to stand at the island. You slide it to Ethan and stand next to Mark as the drinks are opened. Ethan passes you a Coors and next thing you know, you've had five.
"Uh. Fuck." You giggle, swaying in the middle of the kitchen. Ethan was... laying on the floor next to you. Hands over his eyes, face flushed, stupid drunk smile. Mark now sat at the island, chin in the palm of his hand. He found you and Ethan amusing to watch.
Until now. Your stomach churned, your heart sinking. You were absolutely terrified to puke. It was a childhood fear for no real reason. "Mark," you whispered, hands out to steady your rocking, "Mark I think I'm gonna throw up."
He'd known you long enough to understand why it was a problem. He sighs, "alright. Fun over. You're both cut off." Ethan cries, but you don't catch whatever he said. You're no longer a happy drunk, you're scared to move in fear of emptying your stomach. Mark is gentle in the way he presses a hand to your back, slowly guiding you over to the couch. Some animated movie plays and you're barely aware of it as you're helped into laying down.
"Mark, I need water. I'm gonna go get water." You slur, and immediately sit up. Your head hits the couch pillow a second later, feeling like you'll upchuck if you try to do a single thing. "I'll get you water, just chill for a second." Mark murmurs, smoothing the hair stuck to your forehead. Your heavy eyes shut, and you buzz in and out of consciousness as you vaguely hear Ethan get ushered down the hall to his room.
When Mark returns, it's with water and blankets. He hands you the drink first, keeping a hand on the cup as yours cradles it just to make sure it doesn't spill all over. "Are you okay now?" He asks softly, setting your beverage down on the coffee table. You're only now aware of being in tears, very disorientated and drunk. He's leaning over you, using the back of the couch to brace himself. Unable to think right, your hands come up and do the grabby hand motion.
After some very slurred convincing, the footrest of all three couch cushions are kicked out so Mark can squeeze onto the couch behind you. You're warm, content, and very tired now watching whatever movie played on TV, Mark pressed to your back and holding you close. Still both in jeans and not in comfortable clothes, you're comfy how you are. And scared if you move, it'll break the peaceful atmosphere.
"I hope you know I'm not dealing with your hangover." Mark whispers, patting your hip. You giggle and turn in his arms, face shoved to his chest. Unashamed you take in the scent of his cologne, listening to the rumble of his chuckle. "Alright Tipsy, go to sleep." He says, and your mind shuts off almost immediately. Tomorrow was gonna be one hell of a day full of headache and nausea but Mark was gonna help you, even though he said he wouldn't. He's got a little bit of a soft spot for you.
"At least I beat Ethan. Momma ain't raise no quitter." You slur, having to have the last word.
#markiplier x reader#mark fischbach x reader#mark fischbach fluff#markiplier fluff#this is really bad but im in the mood to write and i don't wanna sit here trying to make it good#this happened except for me getting to cuddle a hot buff youtuber. i went to my sisters and i got wasted and then had to lay down#i really thought i was gonna throw up so i went from chugging beer to laying on the couch crying
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well. mistledrone rules still apply. they kiss.
#Markiplier#iswm#in space with markiplier#Gunther#celci#burt#Gunther b gunnerson#Celci f kelvina#main#ask-the-invincible-crew#Scheeze art#MISTLETOE ARC 2022#invincible polycule#for legal reasons imagine this post was made in december bc my new years eve post might come two weeks late LMAO#this is a warm up post so get ready for a post spam over the next few days bc i finally got the time to sit down and draw the christmas stu#stuff#ALLOW ME TO FINISH THIS ARC we'll worry about my time management skills another time#ive been seeing your asks but this is one of the last few mistledrone posts#thank you all for the requests everyone! your waiting has not been in vain we'll get there WHEN WE GET THERE
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Freckles
Darkiplier x GN!Reader
Warnings: None that I can think of, just domestic fluff with a sprinkling of angst :)
Summary: Dark is feelin sappy and sentimental (with a sprinkling of heartache, for taste)
AN: I’m obsessed with the concept of freckles and moles being the places where past soulmates loved to kiss you the most, so I took that and ran with it -- I hope you enjoy!
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It is a quiet Saturday evening. You have been able to keep Dark away from any extra work successfully, using your sweet kisses and loving promises. After spending the day in each other’s quiet company, away from the chaos of the other egos, you’ve found yourself laying across the couch with your legs across Dark’s lap. His gentle caresses along your calf and knee never fail to spark a few butterflies in your stomach. He had set up the record player to play a variety of moony love songs—as much as he tries to conceal his inner romantic, it makes you so giddy.
You have a book in hand, one that you’ve been trying to make time to read for ages, and Dark simply sits with closed eyes in quiet contemplation. You can’t recall the last time you had seen him quite this relaxed. His features are soft, angelic even, and occasionally he quietly hums along to whatever song is playing, his deep bass rattling your bones ever so slightly. It is in this meditative study of your lover that you notice a single freckle, right to the side of his chin. You can’t help but recall a video you had seen in passing on the internet.
“Hey, Dark?” you ask, careful to keep your volume low. There is honestly a good chance he has fallen asleep—he could be such an old man sometimes.
You hear a gentle Hm? His eyes open slightly to look at you, bleary but full of affection.
“Did you know that, apparently, some people think that prominent moles and freckles are the spots where your soulmate in a past life kissed you the most?”
He smiles gently, “That’s fascinating, darling. May I ask what prompted such an observation?”
You set your book to the side, readjusting so that you’re sitting next to Dark, halfway in his lap.
“I can see that your soulmate in a past life loved to kiss you right—” you place a gentle kiss, “—here.”
It takes everything in Dark to maintain his composure as he is overcome with visions of the past. He remembers the way that you would kiss him—no, not him but Damien—in that exact spot every time he passed an exam with flying colors. He remembers noticing the handful of freckles across his chest or the mole on his shoulder, but now realizes that those were never there on Damien’s body. They were, however, placed in almost the same exact spot you would litter kisses whenever Damien would let you be in control for the night. An almost foreign heat rises to his cheeks, but then he sees you. He notices the small spot under your jaw where he—Damien—would kiss you to tease and fluster you. He sees the place on your forehead where Damien would always place a gentle kiss to calm and comfort you. But Dark can see you now, your brow furrowed in concern. He forces himself back to the present, placing a kiss on your forehead and pulling you into his arms.
You’re caught a little off-guard, but you reciprocate immediately. You’ve seen that look in his eyes before, mostly here and there when you first met. It was a sort of deep sadness, as if he knew something you didn’t. You’d always wanted to voice your concerns, console him if needed, but you had been so shy then.
“Is everything okay, Dark?” you ask, timidly, not wanting to upset him further.
He squeezes you tighter, taking a shaky breath. “Everything’s fine, my heart.”
The pet name makes you blush.
“I suppose I’m just feeling sentimental tonight,” he continues, pulling away from you, but not too far. He still holds you close but can’t seem to look you quite in the eyes. “I am simply so grateful to have you in my life.”
You smile at him, gently turning his face to yours and kissing him tenderly. “I love you,” you murmur, pulling away to look at him. He looks back, his dark eyes soft and adoring.
“I love you too, my sweet.”
You both settle back into each other’s arms, appreciating the music and each other’s presence. Resting your head on his shoulder, you close your eyes, allowing yourself to doze. Dark breaks the silence one last time.
“Also, just for your information,” he whispers, “I’m sure that you are the reason I have that freckle on my chin.”
You smile and let out a small huff of amusement before replying, “Yeah, sounds about right.”
As Dark hears your breathing even out, it takes everything within him to not let his glassy eyes shed a tear. His brain is swarmed with painful nostalgia and the misery of having to keep your entire past from you. The secret bears heavily on what little soul he has left. He won’t succumb to the misery, though. You wouldn’t want that. He instead chooses to focus on the fact that you are here now and that, in and of itself, is more than he could ever deserve or ask for.
#sentimental dark makes me so soft ;-;#and no i most definitely did not look up pictures of mark to get the freckles down /hj#darkiplier x reader#darkiplier/reader#mayor damien x reader#mayor damien/reader#markiplier egos x reader#markiplier egos/reader#fluff#angst#reader insert#x reader#x gender neutral reader#gender neutral reader#markiplier
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the heist!mark brainrot is consuming me…, just imagine mark n the viewer meeting for the first time as little kids to shoplift candy or smth together ╥﹏╥
the (brain)rot consumes!! I can relate
my dear anon... LISTEN. I am a big advocate for childhood friends captaineer, it's one of my favourite headcanons, but a childhood friends AU for the heist partners? that's something I hadn't considered until now. and it's adorable. I had to write something for it asap because I was INSPIRED. I hope you enjoy💖 thanks for sparking the idea!
Heist!Mark x reader (not explicitly romantic at all it's more about the friendship in this one) | Words: 1,317
You are in the kitchen of your shared home base, unloading the groceries your heist partner has just bought, when you pick up a bag of sour candies, smiling quietly to yourself. He's always been a fan of them.
Turning the packet in your hands, an old memory drifts to the surface of your mind:
You don't remember exactly how long ago it was, but you couldn't have been much older than maybe ten.
Your father was busy working, and had reluctantly sent you to the store with a small list after you insisted you could handle it on your own.
You slipped the folded piece of paper out of your school bag and scanned the list of items. At the bottom was a note that read, ‘Remember to stay hydrated, kiddo! :)’
You walked around the supermarket collecting the few things on your list and placed them in your trolley. On your way to the checkout, you passed through the candy aisle and slowed to eye the products on display.
‘Aren't you going to get anything?’
Your head perked up, shocked at the sudden voice addressing you.
There was a boy next to you with dark hair, looking at you inquisitively. He seemed to be about your age. He might have even been slightly shorter than you.
You must have been standing here for longer than you realised if it had prompted him to ask you about it.
You shook your head.
‘Why not?’
‘Oh, um. My dad only gave me enough money for what we need,’ you said timidly, showing him the list.
‘Ohh, that's too bad.’ Then, a small yet undeniably mischievous smile appeared on his face. He glanced discreetly up and down the aisle. ‘You know you can just — ’ and he took one of the small packets of candy off the shelf and slipped it swiftly into his pocket.
Your eyes went wide, stunned. Both from the fact that he was suggesting you steal, and at the speed and subtly with which he'd enacted the crime, as if he'd done it dozens of times before, if not more.
‘What are you doing?’ you spoke in a harsh whisper.
‘It's no big deal,’ he said in a lower voice than before, but one that still felt entirely too loud. He slipped another bag into his pocket.
You did not want to associate with this boy any longer.
You pushed your trolley away and towards the checkout, handing your items to the cashier.
You were unhappy to find the boy waiting for you when you exited the store, shopping bag in your hand.
‘What do you want?’ you asked, a little standoffishly, frowning at him.
‘There's no need to be rude,’ he said with a small pout. ‘Y'know, I think I might have seen you at school a few times.’
To your dismay, he followed along as you started walking home. When you pressed him, he simply said, ‘Hey, I'm not following you! I live down this way too, I promise!’
As the two of you walked, he chatted annoyingly by your side. What was more annoying was that you found you didn't mind his presence. You were a quiet kid and you didn't have many friends. Having someone to walk home with you was kind of a nice change of pace.
Just as you thought this, though, you immediately chided yourself mentally. You and him were not friends. You weren't going to be friends. This boy was a criminal and he wasn't even sorry about it.
You frowned in thought.
Oh no, what if he got caught? What if you went to juvenile jail for being an accomplice to theft? What would Dad say? What would Mom say? What if—’
‘Hey, are you listening to me? You haven't responded to anything I'm saying.’
You simply sighed as he pulled you out of your thoughts.
‘Are you still mad about the candy? I told you it's not a big deal.’
You stopped as you realised you were approaching your front door. The journey seemed to have gone a little faster than usual.
‘Really?’ you finally replied in an exasperated tone. ‘That was no big deal for you? That was stealing. Stealing is wrong.’ You couldn't believe you had to spell it out to him.
‘They won't notice a couple tiny bags of candy are gone. My mom says big companies that own supermarkets are greedy. They make loads of money anyway and don't pay enough taxes.’
‘Does your mom know you're a thief?’
‘W- well, no, but-’
‘That’s what I thought.’
He looked a little disheartened.
‘Please don't tell anyone. I'm sorry if I upset you,’ he said quietly, looking down.
You hadn't really expected an apology from someone like him. You sighed again.
‘I won't tell, but don't expect me to just go along with it. And don't act like we're best buds all of a sudden. We don't know each other. You don't even know my name!’
‘Well, what's your name?’
You gave him a slightly surprised look before telling him your name, albeit hesitantly.
‘Look, I have to get going now…’
You fumbled with the shopping bag as you reached into your coat pocket, feeling for the house key, when you suddenly felt something that wasn't there before. It made a crinkling sound beneath your touch.
‘You didn't.’ You pulled the candy out of your pocket. ‘When did you—?’
The boy grinned at you.
‘I thought you could have one of mine.’
‘I don't want your stolen candy!’
‘Judging by how you looked at it earlier, I think you do. And besides, stolen treats taste better!’ he called out, already walking away.
‘Wh- SHH!’ You hoped none of your neighbours had heard.
‘I'm Mark by the way! See ya, buddy!’
You stood outside the front door, dumbfounded.
Finally you let yourself in. Your dad wouldn't be home yet for a while.
You put the shopping away and sat down at your kitchen table, staring at the stolen goods in front of you.
You could try to put it back but… that would be more suspicious.
You figured, the deed had been done. There was nothing you could do now, so you may as well make the most of it.
You tore the edge of the packet and popped one of the candies in your mouth, savouring the sweet and sour combination on your tongue.
Maybe Mark was right. It did taste extra good. But maybe it was just because you'd been craving it.
What a weird kid.
‘Stealing is wrong, huh…?’ you mumble under your breath. You look down at the candy in your hands. It's not the same brand as the one from back then, but you imagine it tastes more or less the same, from what you remember.
Present day Mark is the one to pull you out of your musings.
‘Hey, what's with that face you're making? I know that look, buddy. Are you contemplating your life choices??’
You chuckle softly.
‘Just… got reminded of something. I suppose I got lost in nostalgia for a moment.’
‘Oh yeah? Penny for your thoughts?’
You turn and smile at him.
‘This just made me think of an annoying little boy stealing candy from a supermarket. And his reluctant acquaintance who ended up getting dragged into his antics for the foreseeable future.’
It takes a second for it to click.
‘Ohhhhh.’ You watch as realisation turns to him smiling fondly at the memories, which turns to him snapping his attention to you with a fake-offended look.
You laugh at his expression.
‘Wait, hey! Annoying?!’
‘Mhm.’
‘Excuse you, I was a wonderful, sweet and positively charming child.’
Your laughter rings out in the kitchen, full of mirth, and he shakes his head at you with a familiar lopsided grin, and you are so grateful for the cheeky little boy who approached you that day.
#feels kinda weird calling it candy instead of sweets. but I did it bc they presumably live in america#I'm working on at least two other fics rn but I had to stop everything to write this#I finally submitted a uni thing I've been doing for a while so I felt like I deserved a break#and I sat down and wrote majority of this in one sitting lmao#lmao it ended up being my longest fic to date??? WHAT THE HECK?!#BTW AGAIN. NOT ENCOURAGING STEALING THAT'S BAD DON'T DO IT#also yes y/n's dad is the one the only stan the water man#I hc stan to have been the captain's actual dad so I just went 'wth why not in this universe too?'#I really enjoyed this one#thank you again anon#also. I looked up pictures of young markiplier out of curiosity and to get into the headspace Ig/get a mental image for this#and guys. I highly encourage you to do the same.#HE WAS SUCH A LITTLE GUY🥺#and he looked as cheeky and mischievous as he often does now lolol#that also inspired parts of this haha#I tried to write a young heist!mark in a way that I think? would make sense for him#bit of a kleptomaniac maybe lol#and possibly more seemingly extroverted than I wanted but I had to kick off the interaction somehow#amee writes#a heist with markiplier#ahwm#partners in crime#heist mark x y/n#heist mark x reader#heist mark#markiplier egos#markiplier cu#asks#anonymous#requests
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cant wait for the ultra beasts
She’s such a queen
#pokemon#pkmn#pkmn smash or pass#smash or pass#pokemon smash or pass#ask#anon#okay putting my phone back down#I have a show tonight#that I’m in so I gotta get ready#markiplier#ultra beast#pheromosa
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So that poppy playtime chapter 3 huh
#just watched it today on my day off and damn#they really went hard on this one compared to the previous at least from what i remember#watched Markiplier play it and do agree with him that allot of the time it is bogged down by frustrsring puzzles when you just want to get -#- to the story#but catnap and dogdays designs are like oh hell yeaa#and now i can join maddy and malhare in the discussions cause i have context now muhah a >:)
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grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you aggressively. darkiplier's gender is so complex you wouldnt even get it are you listening to me rn
#he's bigender she's genderfluid they're trans in every single direction.#yes adwm dark is a girl no its not just because celine's primarily in control. its because he just Is. a Girl.#ahwm and iswm dark is like if a boy was watered down and a secret third thing was added into the mix#and then the whole gender fluid (haha.) was turned into bong water. do u get me#darkiplier#markiplier#markiplier cinematic universe
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When your maladaptive daydreaming has been so intense again for a while, that your brain tricks you into missing things that literally never happened in the first place 🗿👍
Just had that and was like "🥺🥺😪😔...🤨🤔😀❓❓"
#In general- a lot of things that I just imagined back then became an actual part of my past.#Yes I've been in a long relationship with Inuyasha#Yes I lived together with some Creepypasta characters in a house in the middle of the forest where Lj was my creator and jeff like bro#Yes I've worked close together with Grell and William as Shinigami and collected souls of people#Yes Eric and Alan were and forever will be my Siblings#Yes I've been part of the TeenWolf universe but somehow all my scenes got deleted apparently#And the most obvious one- of course I've been in the otherworld at some point. I know how everything looks over there#where the villages are located and how to get there ect.#and now the most previous one is- of course Markiplier is a werewolf and all the shit I've imagined so far#is actually true and has happened just like that (btw If I would tell the whole story so far- and I thought about writing everything down-#I would sit and speak for over 2 hours... I know this for a fact cuz I already did that once and now I think about writing everything down#so that I don't forget anything cuz memories start to get blurry lmao)#longest hashtags I've ever written wahoo
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:) It’s time for stinky murder man
I rarely ever draw proper hands or feet and I’m super happy with how this turned out! (As usual click for better quality)
#getting mark's skin tone down is a pain tho cuz i don't wanna get it wrong ajsdfj#this drawing wasn't meant to take this long but i knew i had to get the extremities correct otherwise he'd just look silly#🔪#murdock#murderplier#murdock iswm#iswm#in space with markiplier#artists on tumblr#sab's art#that shoulder's still bugging me a bit but nothin i can do now#this is one of my favorite drawings i've ever done#markiplier egos#markiplier#iswm murdock
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Is there any captioning (official or fan) of the Iron Lung teaser trailer? As someone who’s hard of hearing/has auditory processing it’s really hard for me to understand the last couple of lines
#markiplier#iron lung movie#markiplier movie#markiplier iron lung#tbh idk what exactly my hearing issue is because I haven’t gotten a hearing test since elementary school#but there’s definitely something wrong#I for sure have auditory processing issues due to ADHD and some bad tinnitus (for my age)#but I don’t actually know if I’m hard of hearing or not#part of it could genuinely come down to being raised in a hoh household and being more used to very loud volumes#so quiet or muffled things are just harder to hear and understand due to not being used them?#idk I wanna get a hearing test if I can cause being hoh runs in the family and I have bonus auditory processing shit#so I wouldn’t be surprised if I need hearing aids
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william WOULD pick actor up upside down and just carry him around like that when he’s acting like a little bastard
#markiplier#who killed markiplier#actor mark#william j barnum#marshy speaks#once again reminding you guys i headcanon them as wildly different heights#mark HATES when he does that but he also loves pestering him into doing it so like we can’t feel too bad for him#william sets him down once he’s all purple face and teary eyes and pats his head condescendingly#and mark just races to the nearest person and attempts to get sympathy of which he will get very little because he Was being a dick first#……i’m gonna stop here before i start riding on the agere line because i imagine being picked up like that would make mark feel very Small#but. like. not the point hhdrhcshvshvdhv
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YJH looking over my insta page while on stream
#orv#orv spoilers#orv fanart#lol its that trend where a markiplier drawing is looking down at an artists art but yjh cause he's also a streamer boi#non of my friends get the reference and its killing me#orv art#orv novel#yoo joonghyuk
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Howdy! I’ve just put a bunch of stuff on my RedBubble so if you like my artwork and want to support me maybe check it out?
I have a range of art for loads of different fandoms, from anime, to Markiplier fanart (tho about 20 of those did just get taken down and I’m sure the rest will follow soon 🥲), to VTubers! Just filter it to newest and they’re there
But if you’re not interested in buying but still want to support me maybe just like and reblog plz 🥺
#hahahahaha not me spending about 5 days sorting all of this out only for most of my Markiplier stuff to get taken down#the day after I upload it all too#I dunno what I can do differently to not get it taken down I’ve looked at like what others have listed their Markiplier stuff as#they don’t seem to have any trouble with it getting taken down#maybe god just hates me lol#shut up connor#art kind of
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