Posts by MARKIPLIER

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Mark smiled at Whitedove in gratitude, placing his glasses on his head and feeling someone jump onto his back, he listened to Jack's complaints and grabbed her carefully holding her like a baby and tickling her stomach a bit, “stop complaining so much.” Mark said and stood up on his back legs slowly. He felt... almost human in this body, well except for the insanely hairy body.

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Yeah that sounds great, would you mind making the thread?

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A laugh escaped from Mark's muzzle at the pun, smiling at Hope a bit and sitting down again, putting Jack gently on the ground and looking at his huge bear paws “I do like my cat body better but this is more... human.” He said trying to explain himself a bit, hoping they would understand what he was hinting at.

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Ohhhh Jamimah

That'd be interesting, if your fine with Dark hurting Sherry a bit than I'm fine with it

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Mark shone the light in between them as Malachai became half-submerged, Mark smiled slightly adjusting his glasses and then his flower crown, both had almost fallen off his head when he had jumped, Mark sat down, looking at the panther with gills, he'd met others like this one, animals with strange mutations that allowed them to survive easier in their environments, but never an ocean panther (which was an appropriate name that he thought he'd came up with.)

Mark stopped staring long enough Malachai had apoligized and introduced himself, Mark laughed a bit and said, “no reason to be sorry I was the one being a littlest girl.” Mark said, wishing there was more light with which to see Malachai better with. But unfortunately, they'd met each other in this deep, dark and musty cave/water source.

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Mark's head twisted quickly looking near where the noise was coming from, well this would certainly be interesting, the dark brown male padded to the border, seeing the words "joining" in the dirt and smiling slightly, "nice to meet you, I'm Mark Edward Fischbach, do you have a name?" He asked, not noticing she was mute. He simply thought she wanted to not make more noise after the loud crashing and squaking.

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Mark was also, in fact, jealous of Whitedove, but she was a very sweet girl, and she deserved Jack as much as he deserved her, he seemed very happy with White, and at the very least, content with his life. Mark wasn't extremely jealous of her though, and still thought they could be friends, he hadn't exactly liked her when he first joined, but now he was quiet fond of her, and she seemed to need more friends, she seemed to be going through the 'why does life hate me?' phase, which Mark had experienced himself when his father had died. The human world seemed far away, but he had printed a picture of Jack, Felix and himself in this world, hiding it in his room so that people wouldn't ask questions. The red-eared feline walked into the medicine den, smiling at Whitedove for a second before speaking, "hey, you don't need to stay crammed up in here all day, wanna go to the beach?"

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MARK AND KEI THREAD

maybe like, a thread where Kei flirts with Mark and Mark just sits there like 'why the * are you flirting with me?'

and HUMAN AU'S

yessssssss

And Kei just acts like he has no idea who Mark is

Kei could just crash into Mark's house all stalker-like and be like 'hey, waSSUP HELLO, I'm your new neighbor'

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"alright, let's go, just don't expect me to swim in the shallows, I have a deathly fear of the ocean." Mark said, smiling and setting off toward the sandy and rocky beach, as they approached the beach he'd say something else, "Sean and I used to be humans, you know, we had girlfriends back there and... I miss the human world more then I should, I miss Amy more then I should, but what I miss most is... my colorful hair." He said, trying to end with a joke as he pawed at his ears and whimpered jokingly. Mark continued forward reaching the beach, which was warm despite the cold season, even though the water was a light gray-blue.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:400px; margin-top: -5px;]This story starts with Sean getting a female body and things got out of hand between Sean and Mark, and Sean ends up pregnant, this is a slight shock to them both, but they loved each other, so it was no problem, really, the only slight problem was that Sean was dating Whitedove at the time.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:400px; margin-top: -5px;]-please no depressing names, these kittens will be loved
- these kiddos have a high chance of having split personalites/demonic sides
- they can be insane
- brownie points for dyed fur
- form is ffa
- carry the Mcloughlin surname
- We will be deciding 30th[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:400px; margin-top: -5px;]This litter will have a high chance of having brown fur since both have brown fur, also both parents are just a smidge shorter than most cats, they can look however, though, and like I said above, brownie points for them dying their hair young or later in life.[/fancypost]
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Name — Gender — Roleplayer
Name — Gender — Roleplayer
Name — Gender — Roleplayer
(Number may vary depending on interest)[/fancypost]
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Mark laughed slightly as Whitedove shivered at the thought of clothes, "heh, you know some of the people in our clan wear clothes, but being human is... amazing, you have opposable thumbs, you have modern technology, and clothes are nice, some feel like soft fur, and some people in the human world are bad, and whole groups can be bad, but it's not much different from here, in fact, when I was turned into a cat I thought to myself, 'I don't want to spend the rest of my life fighting over food', but I was wrong, the animals here aren't terrible." Mark said breathing after his long sentence and adjusting his glasses.

//sorry, rushed

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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 had decided he could contribute what he learned when he was away from the group for those few months, he had made a little sign which said 'mental training this way', and in one of the empty caves he had set up a bunch of pillows to sit on and he sat on a pillow as well, he hoped that a few of the clan would participate. Mark sat, reviewing what he had decided he would say a few times in his head and waited patiently.

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Mark smiled as the young lion padded up and picked one of the pillows to lay on, he curled his dark brown tail over his paws and adjusted his flower crown a bit, he'd then answer Susurro's question, “this will be a sort of- mental training activity, where you can build barriers in your mind to keep out unwanted visitors.” Mark explained, an red ear twitching slightly, as he decided that this was the best way to describe this, “we'll start in a few minutes when a few more people show up.” He announced, feeling a little more confident now that someone had showed up.

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Sub track!

Track ^ ^

Mark padded up with some chervil leaves clutched in his mouth, they would help with infection which was a heavy scent in the air around Carl, and he had brought bandages too, which he was glad he had brought, "alright, go get a stick, his leg looks broken, and we'll have to wait for White to help him further." He sounded commanding, but he hoped Paris would help. Mark would start by chewing the chervil and raising a paw smeared with it, "this may sting a bit, kid." He warned Carl, before slathering some of the chervil on his lacerations, he'd wait for Paris and narrow his eyes at the triangle on Carl's body, was this about that cartel leader everyone was talking about? Man, he'd beat up this kid pretty good.

"speech."

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But now those days are gone and I'm not so self assured

Mark turned to Jamal wincing at how loud he was being and he spoke multi-tasking "this one was hurt by the Cartel, by that triangle guy it seems." Mark explained, pulling a poppy seed from his flower crown glad Sherry had left a few behind, he left it on Carl's tongue, looking at the tiger empathetically, "this'll help with the pain, but we'll have to wait til White gets here to set your leg in place."

"speech."[/size]

Mark walked quietly not so far from where Jammal was about to be attacked, he had been looking for prey for his rouge-mates seeing as prey were already becoming scarce through the cold, endless night.

He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment and thinking about where prey would even be. He opened his eyes at the sudden sound of growling and sounds almost like wolves chuckling. He sprinted toward the sound and saw Jammal being attacked by a wolf, then two wolves then three.

Mark twitches his tail, and gave a fierce yowl, turning into his bear form and grabbing the shadow-wolf closest to Jammal's neck. He tossed it aside and saw it disappear into thin air. It seemed it would take it a moment to regenerate the shadows, or at least that was how Mark understood it.

He lunged at another one, tussling with it for a few moments before it bit into his shoulder, which was still healing. He roared and continued to fight the thing, seeming to batter it meaninglessly.

"speech."

Mark sat on the top of the cliff, washing his face with a paw, it was that simple. It was that strange time where it was night, but it was supposed to be late afternoon, the sky was overcast, and the tides under him were. He sighed and looked out at the gray water, which looked even darker with the current always-night situation.

Mark closed his eyes for a few moments, wavering close to the edge before he felt a slight push, he turned rapidly, looking for who was pushing him, only to see shadows. Mark turned back, shaking his head as if trying to shake all his thoughts away. Right as he was about to get up, he was pushed over the edge by an unseen shadow creature.

He screamed, it was quite unmanly, but who cared about masculinity when you were falling off a cliff? He felt himself plung into the water and he looked around wide-eyed he couldn't swim! Especially in the dark gray ocean, where he was deep from his plunge.

"speech."