Evil Mayor For No Reason

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This post by the lovely @fictionalsownme inspired me to draw some more angst featuring these two (/three), after the events of WKM.

The dramaturgical potential is huge! They’re outrightly sad characters of tragedy, with a tragic friendship story, and together, they make the saddest of sad tragedy! And I am actively sad about that.

I would’ve loved to see more of their dynamic, so, I guess that’s what fan art is for!

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! MORE MARK LORE?!

JUST ONE LEFT

I haven't watched the entire video yet, so there might be more (and yes, I'm late), but we have another three codes.

The pattern is the same, we put them into an imgur link and we get these:

Bring the brightness up to unholy levels, we get these:

Mix, mix, mix:

And the link thus far is: "THE___FILES.COM"

Possibly the Plier files? Though the missing part looks more like a four letter thing.

Ooooo, Anti has a crush-

We've had A Date With Markiplier, A Heist With Markiplier, In Space With Markiplier; it's all about Markiplier.

When are we getting Dicked Down by Darkiplier?

For me this was the most shocking shot of the movie:

After loving him more during the movie and especially watching how powerful he is nobody was expecting to see him dead. Watching his corpse laying on the cold floor and the shadows going after him is an image that stays on your mind, especially because you know what's going to happen after that.

Also honorable mention to this shot:

Because he looks so majestic and so menacing at the same time, and you feel you're literally inside the movie, in front of him and beside Yelena.

Lost my reason all again

A/N: -VIOLENT COUGHING- I just want to apologize for what y’all are about to read. This was painful to write, in such a good way. If you want to blame someone, blame @dmnfox and @anon-jameson. Both of them, hecking talented and gave me the opportunity to write this. So, credit for this idea goes to both of them. Oh! Before you start reading, make sure to have this song playing while reading, since it’s part of the inspiration. Enjoy qwq

Trigger warnings: Blood, death, choking.

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Finally… after all these years, Henrik could finally have his revenge on the glitch. On the demon that held him captive for so long, the demon that hurt those he loves. After all this time, he was going to pay. And Henrik… he was going to enjoy every bit of it.

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So, I wrote a Thunderbolts* fanfic if anybody wants to check it out!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65488000

I gave in and made a doc with more info about Ashton, will add Eryn's section in later.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CVUN22CIj2Mdw8CNCyEF-ySCzPWeUqC7TIzvzZq16hk/edit?usp=drivesdk

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Nyctophobia

Summary: Typically, most demons can see in the dark, and most human children tend to stop being afraid of the dark by the time they're 12. But Andrew isn't like most demons, or most humans.

Characters: Darkiplier, Antisepticeye, Astoria (The DA), & Prince apparent Andrew (OC) Disclaimer(s): The Anti featured here does not belong to me. He is the muse for the blog @antidemonrp and likewise, Astoria belongs to @acetheaverage-8. I had permission from both of them to mention/feature their muses in this story. This is also an OC story instead of an x reader story. Also Dark is way more violent than he is in canon. TWs: Light violence Tags: @ghostlykestrel525

Andrew sifts through the drawers in desperation, looking for something, any kind of object that might agitate the strange demon with its disappearance.

While sifting around, his fingers brush against something sharp as he lets out a small gasp of pain. Deep crimson blood drips from his hand onto a broken photo frame. Andrew tilts his head and carefully picks the picture up, making sure to avoid cracks. The frame portrays a man who looks almost identical to the demon who'd attacked the prince and beheaded Andrews father.. Well, thats not something he cared about that much, but still. The demon looked..normal. He looked human. Alongside him in the black and white picture was a woman.

Both held drinks and smiled so genuinely. If he didn't know better he wouldn't have thought of him as terrible in the slightest. 'I wonder how old this picture is?' Andrew mutters to himself, raising his head and looking around the office. It was bland, save for one item. A large mirror hung on the wall, cracked and shattered.

"What are you doing here?" An echoey voice calls out. Shadows quickly fill up every corner of the room. Andrew quickly drops the photo in a panic as he turns around to face an incredibly angry shadow demon. The frame drops and shatters into multiple pieces on impact, Andrew's demonic blood dripping onto the polished hardwood floors and staining some of the glass scattered at his feet. The demon stared at the ground for a moment, then stared back up at the boy, his eyes completely blacked out.

"I-I'm sorry.." Andrew stutters out, the pace of his heart quickening. The room had completely darkened, and Andrew couldn't see. The demon stalked towards him, taking his time with each step. A loud ringing started to emit almost everywhere.

"Why are you here? Did Anti send you?" He asks, spitting out the prince's name from his mouth with venom. "N-No.. I came here by myself. You killed my father, attacked me, and everybody else who just happened to be near the prince." Andrew stuttered, trying to mask his fear.

Darks face shapes into a wicked grin as he grabs Andrew by the arm. "Are you scared of the dark?" He asks mockingly, tilting his head. Andrew stays silent, trying to control his breathing. Dark drags the boy into the fully blacked out halls, still grinning. "Did you know that most demons can see in the dark? Even the ones that typically can't, they aren't phased in the slightest by complete darkness. But you? You're terrified of it."

Dark shoved the boy onto the ground, the souls inside of him starting to flicker with sympathy and regret. "Why are we doing this? We're going too far.."

Unfortunately for the twins, the entities' bloodlust was far more overpowering.

The boy stared up at Dark in pure terror. The piece of hair that had been blocking his eye had been moved just a bit to reveal the hidden eye. It was brown. A stark contrast to the boys purple eye he'd seen before.

"Oh..You're half human, aren't you? How intruiging.." He grabs the boys arm again and twists. He continues twisting despite the boys' screams. And then..

Crack.

The boy shrieked again, louder this time. The entity growled. It walked away for a moment, returning with some duct tape and wasting no time taping his mouth shut and tying him up.

"I wonder how his royal highness would react if I told him that I was holding his heir hostage? I still can't figure out why he keeps you around though.." The entity fixes the lapels of the suit it wears. Andrew tilts his head in confusion. Heir?

"No matter. I have things to attend to..Lets see how well you'll fare in complete darkness by yourself, shall we?" And with a swift kick, Andrew is tossed into a dark cellar, landing on more broken glass. He was starting to feel woozy.

Andrew isn't sure how long he'd been in the cellar, but the next thing he knew was being rudely dumped onto the ground near Anti, his restraints gone. Andrew groans in pain a bit, confused. Dark quickly disappeared, and Andrew found himself being..hugged? by the prince. Anti was muttering something about Andrews wounds, sounding a lot like a concerned parent.

"..Are you alright, your highness?" Andrew had seen the way the prince typically was from the time he'd been observing him. Around his puppets or his loyalists, the prince was terrifying and commanding, but with Andrew? He seemed like a completely different creature.

Anti just stared at Andrew in disbelief at his question.

"Lets just get ya patched up..Alright?" Andrew nods weakly, but his mind lingers to the comment Dark had made.

What did he mean by heir?

Let’s Fix That with a Controlled Shock

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Fandom: Youtuber Egos

Trigger Warnings (if any): Character goes through a lot of pain, electrocution, betrayal, angst

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Natemare sighed as he approached the run down building that two of his… “friends” had told him to go to for some meeting. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. He looked up at the decaying walls, the plant life growing on them making it clear that the pizzeria hadn’t been open for quite some time.  He walked closer, opening the doors and stepping inside. The inside of the place looked even worse than the outside of it did, tables knocked over, the floors littered with garbage. Why the hell would they invite him here, to this shitty place? 

Natemare continued his walk inside the pizzeria, inspecting what he could see. No sign of either of the two. Were they even going to show up? He wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t. 

Suddenly, the lights on the main stage flickered on. Natemare snapped his head towards it, and he looked for any sign of a person. Both the ones who invited him had electricity powers, so it could be either.

“Hey! Anyone there?” He called out loudly. A chuckle rang throughout the room, and bolts of purple and blue electricity arced onto the center of the main stage, forming a person amid the broken animatronics. The form was center stage, standing in front of the withered Freddy animatronic. The one stepped closer as he formed, and Natemare recognized him.

“Natemare! It’s been far too long, my friend!” Dawktrap exclaimed, hopping down from the stage in front of Natemare. The Brit wiped at his purple vest after, making sure he was immaculate as always. His glowing blue and purple eyes slowly dimmed back to normal as his powers weren’t being used. 

“It’s good to see you too, Dawktrap! Where’s Anti? Have you seen him?” Natemare asked, looking around the room once again. 

“The bastard will be here soon. He’s always late to these,” Dawktrap answered, also looking around for any clues to Anti’s appearance. 

A couple of seconds after that, a flash of green electricity happened. Natemare had to blink rapidly for a moment to get his vision back to normal due to how bright the flash was. When he opened his eyes, he saw Antisepticeye in front of him and Dawktrap.

“You two seriously expected me to be here at the same time you were?! I was running late, Seán’s other egos were being assholes and tried to fuckin’ stop me from leaving! Can you believe that?!” Anti said, his voice glitching sporadically. Anti growled, and began to fiddle with his knife. “Who do they think they are?!” 

Anti was one for tantrums when things didn’t go his way, he always was. Dawktrap giggled, and Natemare smiled. The three of them hadn’t had a reunion like this in quite some time. It was nice, but out of the blue like this was very strange, and especially at being at Freddy Fazbear’s. 

“Anti, calm the fuck down, will ya? Remember, we’ve got something to show Mare!” Dawktrap said, still giggling. “And put the bloody knife away, you’re so attached to that thing.” 

Anti glared at Dawktrap, “I’ll put it away when I fuckin’ want to.” Anti stepped closer to the both of them, and gazed around the building himself. Natemare shifted on his feet, wondering when Dawktrap and Anti would get to what they wanted to “show him.” It was vague and quite odd, Natemare thought. 

Dawktrap began to walk to an open area in the room, ushering Natemare and Anti to follow him. Anti picked up his pace to walk parallel to Dawktrap, leaving Natemare to walk behind them. They reached the area, stopping their movement. 

“Now,” Dawktrap said, clasping his hands together, “Me and Anti wanted to show you something, Mare! You want us to?” 

Natemare was confused, but nodded nonetheless. “Sure I guess,” He said. 

“Great.” Dawktrap said, smiling. Natemare noticed a glint in his eyes as they started to glow. He tensed up, and took a step back. He wasn’t so sure about their intentions with this meeting anymore. 

“What are you guys going to sho- AGH, FUCK!” A sharp pain erupted from below Natemare’s shoulder out of nowhere. He quickly turned his head to see what had happened, and it was Anti. Holding a knife that was lodged into his back. They were planning on fucking attacking him?!

Natemare started to breathe in, preparing to sing in order to control them both and get them to stop attacking him. He could do it despite the pain, he knew he could. 

“Ah ah ah! No!” Dawktrap said, aiming his right hand towards Natemare. Natemare saw, and tried to prepare himself for what he knew was about to happen. Blue and purple electricity shot out of Dawktrap’s hand, and onto Natemare. It felt very painful, like many knives stabbing into him at once, but he could take a shock from one of them.

Anti let out a deranged laugh, which made it seem like he was enjoying this. Anti placed his free, left hand on Natemare, and it let out electricity as well. Now a mix of blue, purple and green electricity was arcing over and into his body, his muscles beginning to spasm. Taking a shock from one at a distance was doable, but he couldn’t take a shock from both of them, especially with Anti’s hand having direct contact with Natemare. 

He began to feel lightheaded, and was breathing erratically. It hurt so much. He wanted it to stop, to STOP, but Natemare had no idea how long they would keep up their sadistic fun. 

Natemare was on his hands and knees on the floor, breathing in and out at a fast pace, and he felt nothing but pain. Sharp, electric pain. It was too much. He could let it out, maybe it would relieve his pain. Natemare took a deep breath in, and started to scream in pain. 

It felt like forever, like the pain was forever and he was screaming FOREVER. HE COULDN’T TAKE IT, SO HE CONTINUED TO SCREAM. 

IT FELT LIKE IT NEVER STOPPED. 

AND HE CONTINUED.

TO.

SCREAM. 

The pain began to dim, slowly fading, and he noticed that the electricity arcing across him had disappeared, but the tingling and the pain had not yet gone. 

He opened his eyes and let out a shaky breath, looking up at Dawktrap and Anti, who were looking down at him. 

“Pathetic,” Anti sneered, “You were one of the most powerful egos of your group! And now look at you, Natemare… A worthless, useless, GODDAMN FAILURE OF AN EGO WITH NO POWERS ANYMORE!” He shouted at Natemare.

Natemare’s breath hitched and his eyes widened. No powers? W…What the fuck did he mean, no powers?! He had powers! He could control people with his voice! 

He tried to speak, but nothing escaped him. Nothing. NOTHING?! THAT SHOULDN’T HAPPEN, THAT- This couldn’t be happening! Had he seriously lost his voice?! Anti had said no powers anymore, so… did that mean Natemare would be without his main ability permanently?! No, no no no! 

“Natemare, you must understand, we simply… how shall I put this, thought you were too weak as you were. With your voice being your one and only power. We’ve helped you, see. You can adapt, you’re the type of person who adapts to anything. I’m sure this will be no different.” Dawktrap said, looking down at Natemare. 

Adapt? To this?! To having his main power stripped away from him?! Yeah, sure, he totally could! Natemare glared up at the two. Then another jolt of pain coursed through him, and he flinched. The knife was still lodged into his back. 

“And I’ll take this back,” Anti said, gripping the knife and slowly tearing it out. Natemare tried to scream in pain, but his voice didn’t work. 

“We’ll be going now,” Dawktrap said, “I assume we’ll be seeing you.” In one last flash of electricity, Dawktrap and Anti disappeared, leaving Natemare alone in the abandoned pizzeria. 

…Abandoned. 

Like he was.