Posts by MARKIPLIER

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: 10px; padding: 0px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -8px]But now those days are gone, I'm not so self assured[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 430px; min-height: 80px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 9px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]
Mark walked at a brisk pace behind his friend, looking around the rocky terrain nervously, last time he'd been here Dark had taken over for long periods of time, but he had left, to reform Dark from his mentality as well as he could, and he had succeeded, making Dark fade to the back of his mind, where he belonged, he could still hear Dark's thoughts but they seemed... weaker now.

Mark turned his brown eyes to his friend, smiling a little now, "What's there to be worried about? Whitedove and Jammal still look out for you, I'm sure, and they'll accept us back." Mark would then turn his focus back to the border, "Besides, like you said, certain people are gone, or at the very least, mostly gone." He stepped up to the border, glad Jack was at his side, and waited for someone to stumble across them. He was better, and he was glad Dark was a mere whim and Jack was there to replace him.
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Mark smiled a little at Cyrus the younger male seemed cool, and seemed to know what he was doing, and the cat must've been here for long enough to have gotten to know Jack. He listened to see how Jack's friend and girlfriend were doing he stayed silent when he heard how White was... most likely hurt or emotionally scarred and gave Jack a sympathetic glance.

The brown feline tried to quickly change the subject, "Mark Edward Fischbach, and you are?" He asked Cyrus as friendly as he could with just hearing news of someone being tortured for defending someone. Mark quickly thought of being tortured for defending Jack and scooted closer to him instinctively. He sighed putting a look of sympathy on his face again "I'm sorry to hear that about White."
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Mark sat in his room under a warm, dark red blanket in his room across from Jack's in the castle. He couldn't really sleep, Dark wouldn't shut up, and because he was so weak, it was quiet and stuttering, mumbling things like 'I'm still h-here Markim-moo, don't forget it~' And it was annoying as all hell, all Mark wanted to do was claw his head, just like the current faded scars on his head from doing so a few months back.

It was the evening after Jack and Mark had arrived and most everyone was asleep, although he was certain Dystopia and those with insomnia were still wide awake reading books or, like him, trying to fall asleep to the crackle of the fire and warmth of the flames. He stared off into the fire before looking around his mostly dark room. It was dark wood like most of the rooms of the castle, with a dark blue bed spread and a chest at the feet of the bed, in one corner was a small kitchen, and all along the cold stone floor there was dark red carpet lined with white fur with grey specks leading to different points.

But Mark had no carpet underneath him, which was fine considering the warm orange-yellow glow of the fire, for he was waiting out Dark keeping him awake, which could take the whole night, if he were being completely honest with himself. He did wish Jack was there to share more warmth and so that the two could sleep together and hold each other if they had nightmares. But Jack was probably warm in bed with White who needed Jack more than Mark needed him.

But it still hurt Mark's heart.

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Mark stepped away as White came crashing into Jack for a hug and he smiled slightly, happy for them. Perhaps he needed to move away from this crush he was developing on Jack and just... Find someone else to be happy with. His eyes glazed with sympathy as she stepped away and Mark studied her. She was injured horribly and he looked at Cyrus as if to say 'you weren't kidding when you said she was punished.'

Mark smiled at her and attempted to bring her shaking paws down slowly away from her face, "Sean loves you, no matter what you look like, and besides, you were just defending someone, it's not your fault you got hurt for what you believe in." He would step back from her looking at Jack to confirm his words to her himself.

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(haha yeah, I understand I've always remembered it as a castle on the side of a hill with caves as extra dens, so... but yeah, Dyst has said it's a castle before as well, so I usually just go for what the leader says lmao)

Mark turned as the door creaked open and smiled at Jack, seeing him limp made his smile disappear, well crap, he had forgot about his limp when it got cold, and felt like a jerk, he should've went to check that a fire was going when he had bid his friend goodnight that evening. But he hadn't, maybe that was for the best as they could talk quietly.

He nodded to Jack, "Sure Sean, just don't hog the blanket to much, alright?" The red-eared feline teased, smiling again at Jack and scooting over so Jack could fit under the blanket with a little bit of room in between them. He would then yawn a little even though Dark had started to yell in his mind at the sight of Jack, things like 'That's Anti's body you mortal fool!' and 'let me see him! I haven't seen him in months!'

Mark sighed a bit commenting on the thoughts he was receiving, "Dark won't shut up about Anti, I swear he must have a f*cking huge crush on him." He rolled his eyes as Dark started growling quietly about how he didn't have a crush on anyone and that he was the demon prince, only under 'The True King of all Worlds' whoever that was.

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A deep chuckle resonated from the male and his face seemed to light up at Jack calling Anti, Annie, and a deep chuckle was something he heard in his mind as Dark found this all very amusing. Mark would smile at Jack again, "they'd be called Danti or Antiseptiplier, probably." He would think for a dew moments before scooting slightly closer to Jack as subtly as he could, their fur now brushing.
"yes, septiplier away, indeed." He would put his head on Jack's smaller one as he slowly drifted off into sleep as Dark took a nap.

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Mark smiled fondly at Whitedove, she was a very sweet girl, and she deserved Jack, and him her in turn, he still felt a small, jealous pit in his stomach, but ignored it, "ha, I can't believe it was too dull without me, Sean though, I can believe that," Mark would turn his brown eyes to Jammal, "good to see you again, though last time you saw me I was a bit... not myself." He hadn't been himself last time, Dark was mostly in control then. His brown head swiveled to the girl watching from a difference and his ears twitched in acknowledgement to her.

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Mark was human again, or at least, in his dreams he was, he was reliving a fond memory of Jack staying over in LA and them playing games, without a video camera on and with Amy and Signe staying at Jack's house for some girly sleepover of some sort. They had been in Disneyland earlier that day and seeing Jack's face light up made Mark's day, they were friends, but Mark had started to develop non-platonic feelings. And for one reason or another Mark had started to have dreams where he was a cat in a terrible world where all sorts of animals could work knives in their jaws and killed each other in cold blood.

"Jack would you stop bragging that you won two whole rounds in a row?" He asked, "woop-dee-do, but seriously, what do you want to do while your here?" This was a memory but it was also a dream, a dream where Jack and Mark could influnce what they said, though Mark didn't know Jack was really there, dream-stepping.

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Mark smiled "how about we just hang out? No cameras, just you know, the two of us?" He saw how happy Jack was and his little heart beat faster, why was he having a memory for a dream? No one knew but in a few seconds this wouldn't be a memory, but a nightmare. A bullet shattered the window and flew toward this dream Jack's neck.

Suddenly Mark was in control of at least what he said and did in this dream, but he couldn't control what was happening, not to Jack, at least, a scream sounded from him, a scream of pure terror, oh god, Jack was going to die, oh shit, oh shit oh shit. Mark leaped toward his friend, seeing the crimson blood dripping onto his carpet. Fuck, his internet was down and he didn't have a house phone, why? Because nightmare logic.

"Sean, Sean! Don't die on me, please!" His friend was gasping for air, and Mark was cradling him and crying, whispering softly he whimpered, "you can't die Sean, you can't die because I love you." Perhaps this was what Jack was dream-stepping for, but there was a possibility Jack hadn't heard what Mark had said to the dying-dream Jack.

Mark woke with a start in his feline body, the fur near his eyes drying from him crying in his sleep. He looked down at Jack who was leaning on him and saw him breathing, he smiled and mumbled, "don't you dare ever leave me."

(I think it'd be cool if Jack pretended to be asleep even though he woke up with Mark lol just to hear what mark would have to say.)

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Mark looked at Jack his eyes pretty wide at Jack, did he just say he loved Mark? Did he mean in a platonic way or something more? Mark heard his friend (should he even call him that?) talk about dream-stepping and chuckled nervously, "heh, so I guess it was a good thing you heard me, but you know I meant in a non-platonic way, right?" Mark glanced around as if waiting for Whitedove to walk in and hear about their treachery.

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Mark happened to be in the area and heard everyone yelling near the water he walked to where everyone was at on the shore and shook his head "yeah, gray, cold, and murky ocean... Isn't really my thing either, I think I'll just sit up here with these two." He hated the water, especially murky ocean, you didn't know what kind of creatures were there, well other than swim model Leo, and Hope, who he recognized from his rejoining. She seemed like a sweet little girl, and was she trying to hug the ocean? That was kind of dumb, considering the undertow, but cute.

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So...Hi here's the little cinnamon roll Mark, I'll show ya' what he is and isn't up for in moment, but anyway how are you? Having a good day that's good.

Open to:
- Friends (moderate difficulty)
- Best friends (hard)
- A casual hang-out thread
- Au's (in any of these he can be a YouTuber but it's your choice)
- Threads where Dark takes over/glitches out
- Y/c having a crush on Mark (though he won't return those feelings most likely)
- Enemies/people he doesn't trust
- Frenimies

Maybe open to:
- Threads where he drinks (Though he may get sick or worse)
- Threads where he opens up about Dark being somewhere within him
- Threads where Dark attacks Y/c

Not open to:
- Dating (he has an immense crush on Jack)
- Death
- Major injury (broken bones, scars, ect., are fine)
- R-pe (he wouldn't do that to someone and I don't want this bby too scarred)

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Mark padded up to the border, the stench of peppermint making his nose wrinkle, "that's a strong scent you have there, Miss Scarlett, nicer than blood scent, though." He said and chuckled, "I'm Mark Edward Fischbach, welcome to The Exiles." Mark would smile a bit, "if you have any questions, I'd be happy to answer them." He'd then stand next to Cyrus, nodding to him before adjusting his glasses a bit.

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Mark padded up eyes narrowing at the Riverclanner, he didn't necessarily want to be hostile, but he wanted to protect his friends and he certainly didn't want to be tortured. So in a gruff voice he said, "give me your name and business within one minute, or you'll be ripped to shreds." Mark stepped closer and made himself look taller so he was looking down at her, trying to be as intimidating as possible.

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*flails and falls out of chair*

THAT WAS EFFING FAST!

okay, so like a thread where he follows Mark around and tries to get info with Pink Panther music in the background?

I think Cy should start this one (plus I don't start threads well)

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Mark had just bid Jack goodbye, off to go get some food in his room in the castle across from Jack's they had hung out of course, but it was the middle of the day and most were awake including White. Maybe they were being secretive about hanging out, Mark had seen a lot of people eyeing them up like they were an official couple or that Jack was cheating on White. Which wasn't the case, not yet anyway.

He stepped into his kitchen finding some uncooked fish and cooking it in a skillet, he walked over to his window and opened the windows, smiling as the light streamed in, he would leave his front door cracked open for anyone who wanted to join him for dinner. His fish finished cooking and he put the extra plate on his kitchen counter and took his fish over too his table that had four bean bag chair, because he hated normal wood chairs.

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"Cool hair." These words were spoken as he padded over flicking his own red-dyed ears, "my hair used to be a bluish purple a few months back." Mark took a seat across from the other two, "Mark Edward Fischbach, nice to meet you two."

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Mark turned his eyes from the gray water to Bubblebreath letting out a little sigh, "Heh, where are my manners? I'm Mark Edward Fischbach, call me whatever suits you, but I think I'll call you Suds, if that's alright." Why Suds? Because it reminded Mark of soap and bubbles, and he didn't want to call him Bubs, that something he used to call his brother when he was little. And he didn't like to think of when he was human. He glanced back out at the water calling, "'ya know, we only know about five percent of the ocean! There could be terrible carnivores out there! Or just hungry sharks!" To most he probably sounded like he was just teasing but he was serious, dead serious. This is why Mark was afraid of the ocean, kids.

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(lil bump ^^)