(I’ve only been to two lmao I think it’s cool!) I’m trying to write a fic rn for a character I came up with and I am struggling to decide if it should be fluff or angst or neutral like yikes idk how writers do it
Hmmm, maybe try writing a synopsis for each genre and seeing which one you like best?
I think we can assume that Wilford and Dark work more or less together to control the Iplier Multiverse, with Wilford being the more in-control or powerful of the two.
…. Dark WAS sitting at the head of the table.
Because he’s the most powerful out of everyone there? Or the most intimidating?
Either way I LOVE that detail.
Henlo this gave me ideas.
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His voice was much croakier than it used to be. It was at the same time far too low, and just right. It was raspy and rough from disuse, or from strain, because all he ever did now was scream.
“Let’s go in the garden, you’ll find something waiting, Right there where you left it, lying upside down...”
He discovered that the old song’s lyrics were still stuck somewhere in his mind, and when he tried to pin down where it came from, he came up with an odd mix of faded memories; he was playing an acoustic guitar on the patio, badly, and his best friend was laughing and calling him a sap; she was dancing with the man she should never have fallen for, and he was singing in her ear, in the dark, far away from all the trouble that seemed to follow them constantly.
Most of the time, when he remembered them, the names he’d once owned and the faces that went with them, it would hurt. It would burn every fiber of his being until nothing remained but fury and hatred. He would be himself and no one at once, and it would tear him to pieces over and over again.
But today...
Today, he was just...sad. Not in pain. Not furious. Just sad. He was a boy who wanted to make his great city proud of him. She was a girl caught up in romance, with a ring on her finger and a rose in her room.
And in the hands of an old friend who’d just wanted to hear everyone laugh, and see justice served, was an old, nearly illegible ribbon, grey where it had once been black. They’d given it to him the night of the election,a joke then, but less so than the cruel one it had become.
“In little ways, Everything...stays...”
The voice that was all three of theirs, and no one’s, trailed off and went quiet. For once, his world was quiet.
FUCK this will never not hurt.
Mark’s done it again! A new hint pic has dropped!
Source: Mark’s Tumblr
Previous post here.
So again, brightened and with things pointed out:
Let’s talk.
No. 1: Where are we now? Looks like we’re in the same house, but perhaps in the kitchen, or, more specifically, on the stairs leading into the kitchen (Note the banister in the bottom right). Seems that at the bottom of the stairs is a table or a desk, with papers on it and something else that I can’t make out. Why are we seeing this location? Is this going to be something like Clue, with multiple locations and a mystery to solve? (If so, YES PLEASE)
No. 2: “Kill” is back, fainter this time. Noting the security style, some people have theorized that we’re going to get something like a Five Nights At Markiplier’s, which while a cool idea, I don’t think is happening. No, I think this is more likely a hint at Google being involved.
No. 3: “Little Buddy.” This is still puzzling to me. Why name it “Little Buddy”? Who is the buddy?
No. 4: The timestamp. Again, this is happening in real time, so this was the early hours of this morning, the eighth, again at 1 am. Why 1 am? Just for a late hour? Or is this a hint? If so, to what?
I am loving this. Let me know what you guys are thinking! What else have you noticed about this pic, and the others? What about the new facebook blackout? What do you think the letters on instagram mean? And do you want me to put together a cohesive theory? There are so many unanswered questions!
So I originally set up this account to be my Doctor Who Fic blog, but I thought why not make it a general fic blog, as I’m writing a lot more Supernatural at the moment? So I’m going to be posting a couple of my SPN fics here. Lemme know what you think of them!
I think this time, I’m just gonna watch the fandom explode and enjoy it, I’m almost never on the outside of the theorizing thing. I’ll chip in to other theories if anyone wants my input, though. :)
It legitimately made me think we were about to get Evil!Patton and I was not at all ready
How triggered were y'all when Patton glitched
I’d add my theories to this but frankly...
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
oh fuck.
I feel like dark would secretly like Christmas though, I’m not sure why, I just feel like it’d be this little secret thing he gets happy about
He’d pretend to hate it, or have no reaction at all, but he’d drink the hot drinks that Wilf makes for him and duck under the fairy lights lining the door to the conference room, with a small smile when no one else is looking.
I love this. Feedback is so much fun.
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