Anon Hate IS Illegal.

Happy birthday you salty lemon lime pisschild.

Egotober Day 10: Come Closer

Did I do this right?

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A little dark thought at midnight...

(Which is the perfect time to entertain dark thoughts…)

Anybody else thinking that, while the Youtuber fandom is blowing up over even the tiniest hints of Anti’s possible return (because the glitch is a little attention whore who loves watching everybody lose their shit)… 

Dark is, meanwhile, sitting in the shadows and calmly adjusting his cuff-links… smug in the knowledge that HIS devotees are also waiting on pins and needles… and they won’t know what hit them.

Especially with Markiplier’s pretty low-key acknowledgment via Twitter that he’s got (and I quote) “something really special” coming down the pipeline, as appreciation for hitting the 18 million subscriber milestone. (And, apparently, the last time Markimoo said something like that, A Date with Markiplier was released. QED.)

Otherwise, all’s been strangely quiet in the Teamiplier sphere. Too quiet. Like the quiet you get before a hurricane hits. And there’s only one alter-ego with the force to knock us all on our collective asses like Superstorm Sandy.

Dark’s the king of manipulation, the grand chessmaster of toying with people’s minds, lives and emotions. The feeding-frenzy Anti’s caused is probably something he considers child’s play… a youthful diversion and no more.

Dark wants more than mere attention. He wants to OWN us.

But don’t ask if he’ll be back… because he never truly left…

Just Dab on through that door m8, I’m sure it will be fiiiiiiine. 

Choose Your Mistakes #7

Part seven of the interactive fanfiction, Choose Your Mistakes. Please check the FAQ and the Setting Info if you haven’t already, and be sure to make your choice below.

You reluctantly chose to take the arm with you.

It would be a lie to say you didn’t freak out a little. Wielding the arm from the elbow like a baseball bat, you smacked the claw-tipped hand against the ground. The fingers scrambled for a hold, but you slammed it down again and again until the hand went limp. Behind you, Anti pounded on the sealed hatch. You paused to regard the limp limb in your grasp, but after a mere moment of recovery, the hand became active again and flipped you the bird. You thought about stomping on it, trying to crush those fingers like a spider, but the pain in your ankle suggested that would be unwise. Besides, what would your shoes achieve that smacking it against the ground had not? The area around the hatch was sparse, the Autumn forest surprisingly well maintained for the middle of nowhere, with no apparent fallen branches or debris you could see to tie the arm to. Besides, you weren’t sure how to do that safely, and only had your headphones of shoelaces to use. There was no way of knowing whether that would even work. The banging on the hatch fell silent. A subtle, but persistent ringing sounded in your ears.

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Drag me down to hell might as well dive down head first…

Cheeky throwback

REBORN? LIKE MAYBE ANTI IS REBORN AGAIN? HE’S BACK! He never left *wink wonk*

I fucked the image just to see if there is really some text overlaying in this picture and yes there is omfg

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN JACK OR SHOULD I SAY ANTI

Hey instead of a Harry Potter world there should be a lord of the rings world where it’s super immersive and you’re given a sword when you enter the world and giant spiders chase you and the elf actors eat dirt and offer you some

“Get you a girl who can do both” Me, I can be an idiot and an emotional mess at the same time.

Bark bark bark woof woof