@fear-is-nameless: Dark, how well DO you know the Host? He was sitting at your right side after all in Markiplier TV, surely that means something?
Dark: “I know the Host quite fondly, oddly enough. Actually, I’ve known him for a \while now, long before he began wearing the bloodstained blindfold and off-white jacket. He possesses various… talents that I find fascinating, even if they are often used for storytelling. He is almost always calm and collected, and his tongue is as sharp as his mind.
Imagine, a novelist who possesses precognitive intuition–the ability to predict the future and describe everything that has happened, is happening, and will happen in the next few seconds… Such attributes can be put to use in more ways than one. That’s one of the reasons why you saw him as my ‘right-hand man’ during that conference in early May.”
Host: “…referencing back to Markiplier TV. Darkiplier continues speaking of the Host’s capabilities, but soon changes his tone…”
Dark:(sighs) There are times where I wish he didn’t have to narrate everything. That can be rather bothersome after a while, if not frustrating. It’s one thing to speak of what you have predicted, but it’s another when it can turn into a double-edged blade– (irate) SILENCE!“
Host: ”…shell cracking slightly. The Host immediately falls silent.“
Dark: ”…Thank you. If you wish to learn more about the Host, you are free to ask him yourself. I believe I’ve said enough, for now.“
anonymous: Hey C.C. do you know Virus? Are you friends with him? Would make sense because you two are technology so.
Ugh, foolish humans, trying desperately to find meaning in sheer correlation in things completely out of their grasp of reality. You think beings past your intellect must all know each other, just like an ant must believe all predators are terrifying gods of wrath of the same kind. Hm, since you got me curious though. I will look into this… ‘Virus’ entity.
I saw all of existence all at once. I saw a dark storm, a living hunger eating it from within. But I saw a brilliant light heralded by seven birds, flying tirelessly from the storm. I Saw Seven Birds: the Twins, the Lover, the Protector, the Lonely Journal-keeper, the Peacemaker, and the Wordless One.
This is by far one of my favorite lines from the whole podcast! When I first heard it there was something so mysterious and magical and scary about it, I couldn’t help but love it! so since i wanna get back in to voice acting again, i thought why not.
Lance POV Klance one shot because the world needs a little more of ukulele playing boys.
Also Langst turned fluff so it ends happy :)
It’s funny really, how a simple word can mean different things to different people, depending on who you asked.
Space, for example, has multiple definitions, and Lance pondered them as he wandered about the castle; a moment of reprieve in the chaos around them as the war waged on.
Once, when he was very young, space had simply meant night, when the stars would fade into view one by one, and he was able to count them, until suddenly he would blink and the entire sky would be a canvas of glowing specks that he would eagerly wish upon.
‘One day I’ll go to space,’ he would confess, and if he wasn’t alone, his family would smile.
Then, there had been a point in his life where he had used the term to mean privacy; an escape when the trials of adolescence became too much to bare.
‘I just need some space,’ he would say, and if he was lucky, his family would oblige.
There were other times when the word had held ownership, and he would use it to claim an area he felt he had a right over.
‘This is my room. My space,’ or, ‘I was here first, get your own space,’ and if he was convincing enough, his family would let him have it.
If one were to look up the actual definition of the word though, it would read: a continuous area or expanse that is free, available, or unoccupied, which didn’t make much sense to Lance, since right underneath that, there exists a second option that defines space as: the dimensions of height, depth, and width within which all things exist and move.
Weren’t those two contradicting ideas? How can space be a void within which there is nothing, and yet everything? What happened to space once it was filled? And if there was no one around to fill the space, did it really count as space?
He did, however, understand how one could take up space and still be defined as empty, since he was living proof. Walking the halls of an ancient alien ship with nothing but his thoughts for comfort, Lance could relate a little too well to the idea of being lost in literal and metaphorical space, existing and moving, and yet still so… unoccupied.
There and yet…not.
He was the living embodiment of the word.
“I’m sick of space,” he whispered, but no matter how miserable he sounded, his family was no longer there to hear, and the words fell unnoticed from his tongue.