but it is kind of creepy

Can I share my opinion on something? I think it’s a bit.. creepy to ship Marco and Hekapoo because Marco’s a child and Hekapoo is a grown adult, right? When Marco is that grown man then sure, it’s alright, although he still has the mind of a 14 year old inside so… it’s a bit weird to ship them. Not sure why the writers are kind of.. making them flirt?

gamericso  asked:

Is it scary, disgusting or creepy to love someone who does not exist? ;__;

I don’t think so. Since the beginning of history, humans have always created characters in legends, myths, folktales, literature, theatre, visual art etc. that have characteristics that are admirable, appealing or loveable. Even religious art and stories have characters that are portrayed like this. If you walk into a museum, you can see images of the kind of people that were considered beautiful or captivating at that point in time. Since there was no photography/video then, what we know and see of these historical/mythological figures is often very idealized and closer to fantasy.

A lot of people love celebrities like actors, singers, and dancers etc. but it is a celebrities’ job to put on a performance that is larger than life…no matter how honest or close it is to their experiences, it’s still different from who they are in regular daily life. For the celebrities’ safety and mental health, they also need to put some space between how they present themselves in public and their personal life…so in a way, the image someone has of a celebrity may not actually exist. And that’s fine because putting on a performance with a professional attitude is part of a celebrities’ job!

I think it only becomes scary or creepy to love a fictional character or a celebrities’ persona when fans start harassing real people over them. I’m sure everyone has heard by now of incidents when fans have sent death threats and other hateful messages to creators because they felt entitled that they must have their way. There is a way for fans to constructively show their love for a character and their eagerness for a certain storyline without being downright rude and threatening. As you know, celebrities struggle to maintain their private life but stalker fans and paparazzi constantly invade their privacy. So I think that disrespecting real people’s personal boundaries is when a love for something fictional is taking it to an unacceptable and toxic level.

Lastly, I think it’s important to spend some time with real people. Of course, real people have will disappoint us/badly hurt our feelings once in a while unlike fictional characters. But I think good characters are there to teach us about life and give us something to aspire for every day. Don’t forget about loving your real self and other real people. I think it’s important to love yourself so that you can support and love other real people.

I Walked With You Once Upon a Dream

Summary: Wilford is getting close to Mark, and Dark hates that. ANGST (@avia-are-you-there) Enjoy~

Dark, Wilford and Mark sat in the meeting room, Mark flipping through the projections Dark had drawn up for the channel. He was hovering over the sketch ideas page, grinning. He closed the booklet and looked up at Dark and Wilford.

“This is fantastic. Good work as usual! Especially kudos to you, Wilford. It was your idea to make creepy van videos?”

Wilford beamed. “Yeah! I thought since you already kinda lit the fandom on fire, we could capitalize on their over-active imaginations.” He boasted, proud to have impressed Mark.

Mark nodded eagerly. “Yeah, I really think this’ll drive them wild.” He was smiling softly, and there was a familiar shine to his eyes that made Wilford both uncomfortable and comforted. Wilford stared into them, trying to pinpoint where he’s seen such kindness before.

Mark cleared his throat and turned to Dark. “Would you mind doing some voiceover for this video? No one does creepy like you. And I want it to have some callback to Who Killed Markiplier, since that was what really set their conspiracy minds ablaze.” He smiled.

“Oh yes it did. What an unnecessary series that was.” Dark muttered, rolling his eyes. “I’ve been getting far more sympathy in these last months because of it.”

“I’ve told them you’re not to be romanticized! That you’re a social manipulator!” Mark insisted. “For the most part they still don’t trust you.”

Dark glared at Mark and resisted strangling him.

Wilford laughed. “I love Who Killed Markiplier! I’ve been getting a lot of sympathy from it too, which I don’t get, cause I’m not even in it!” He grinned.

Mark looked like he wanted to say something, until Dark shot him a look, which basically said, ‘Tell him and I’ll kill you slowly and painfully’. Mark swallowed and kept his mouth shut on the subject. “I’d better get back and talk this over with my crew.”

“Have a good day!” Wilford beamed, waving. Mark returned the wave with the same soft smile from before. Wilford watched him walk away until he couldn’t see him through the glass. Then he turned to Dark. “Why do you always look extra murder-y when he’s here?”

Dark shrugged. “He just rubs me the wrong way, I suppose.” He lied, knowing Wilford wouldn’t be known the wiser. He stood and began to organize some papers when Wilford grabbed him, pulling him close. “Gah, Wil-!” He shouted in surprise.

“Aw Dark.” Wilford grinned. “I just wanna dance.”

Dark sighed and let Wilford lead him in a dance around the conference room, Wilford quietly singing that Disney song he liked.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…” He started, and Dark chuckled. He finally broke and smiled, pulling Wilford close to his chest. They danced slowly, swaying back and forth for at least five minutes before Dark decided they needed to get back to work. Before they parted, Dark pressed a soft kiss to Wilford’s temple.

“Have a good rest of your day, okay?” Dark asked.

“Will do, Darkipoo!” Wilford grinned before running off. Dark shook his head, still smiling, before sitting back down.


Mark came by again a few days later, much to Dark’s distaste. He was all fired up about something, which Dark was tuning out, until he heard-

“That’s why I want Wilford on the stream!”

Dark narrowed his eyes. “I beg your pardon?”

“You and Wilford are two of the most popular egos. You cause too much sound distortion though, so Wilford is a better match. And he’s more upbeat.” Mark explained again.

“Absolutely not.” Dark said plainly.

“Please? It’s for charity.” Mark begged.

“Charity, you say?” Wilford asked, leaning in the door. Dark and Mark both looked up at him and Mark nodded.

“Yes, charity.” He said. “Would you like to join me on a stream? I’m sure your presence would really help bring in some donations.”

Wilford watched Mark, his eyebrows knit together in confusion. There was something innocent in his eyes, a desire to help. He was driven, dedicated. It felt so familiar and yet…

“Alright, I’ll do it!” Wilford said, grinning.

The way Mark immediately brightened up made Wilford’s heart skip a beat. Mark was smiling, a bright, happy smile, one Wilford could swear he’d seen before. It made him unsure, and a little self-conscious. He decided to sit beside Mark, smiling a little gentler himself now, as well as keeping good posture.

Dark took notice and glared, his aura extending out further. “Fine. Go. I’ll be watching.” He seethed. “If anything happens to Wilford-”

“You’ll kill me?” Mark offered, his tone similar to a joke with fear interlaced throughout.

It was enough to send Dark over the edge. He grabbed Mark by his shirt, the ringing increasing and his aura extending out. His eyes were like fire wrapped in a layer of ice, and he was pretty much snarling. His shell cracked every which way, making him all the more terrifying. “I’m going to make you wish you were dead.”

The fear in Mark’s eyes brought something out in Wilford, and the pink ego stood up, locking eyes with Dark. “Let him go, Dark. I can take care of myself.”

Dark paused before doing so. Mark stared, his breathing heavy and labored as both he and Wilford watched Dark leave the room, scowling.

Wilford huffed. “Don’t worry about him. He’s just a little protective sometimes.” He propped his head up on his elbow, leaning on the table. “So, what exactly happens at a charity livestream?”

“We uh… we play games. And people watch, and send money in.” Mark explained, still a little on edge from the thing with Dark. “We play for twelve hours usually. Got any favorite games?”

“Does Russian Roulette count?”


Wilford was having more fun than he thought he would. Mark continued to leave an easy feeling in his stomach. And his heart kept doing that thing where it’d speed up when they got too close. Even when he yelled or cursed, there was an underlying affection Mark held towards his friends.

As predicted, Wilford’s appearance did help to bring in more viewers and donations. Right at that moment, the crew was playing a party game. Pin the tail on the donkey, a child’s game but they’d needed a break from gaming.

Not a long break, no no, just a break long enough for Wilford to expend some extra energy he had bottled up. It might’ve been a little silly to play, but hey, what was the Markiplier channel built off of?

Wilford had gotten himself turned around, and was heading for the camera equipment. Mark hopped up quickly, standing in front of him and trying to stop him. “Whoa, Wilford. Wrong way!” He laughed. “You’re gonna hit the equipment.”

Wilford stopped when he felt Mark’s hands on him, and he laughed as he took off his blindfold. “Ah, you’re right! Sorry, Damien, I’ll try to stay on target next time.” He grinned.

Mark was gobsmacked. So was everyone else in the room, except for Wilford, who sat back down in front of the console. “C'mon! Let’s play!”

Dark, who had seen and heard this incident, had cracked and broken every piece of glass in the conference room. His aura engulfed the entire room, his anger making tectonic plates of his shell; cracking, shifting and creating tremors that reverberated through his entire body.

How… how did that monster, that disgusting excuse for a man, remind Wilford in even the slightest way of Damien?

Dark looked down at his hand, noticing his blue aura burning just a few shades brighter than the red. Good to know he wasn’t the only one enraged.

But, a voice of reason came to him. Something told him perhaps this was just an accident, and to be patient. Give Mark a chance to atone for what had been done, give Wilford a moment for his sanity to catch up. Dark, as much as he wished to do something about it, decided to wait.


Wilford kept seeing him. Dark kept waiting. Wilford stopped seeing Dark. Stopped dancing with him, stopped bothering him while he worked, stopped everything. It wasn’t all at once, but a gradual decline. Enough for Dark to let his anger fester and grow. He was drinking coffee, alone, one morning when the bubblegum ego came in, humming that same Disney song from before, but paying no mind to Dark. Dark tried to remain calm, his shell cracking being the most obvious sign of his rage.

“Are you seeing him again today?” He asked calmly.

Wilford turned around. “Oh! Hello Dark!” He grinned. “Yeah, we’re gonna shoot a video together. I’m very excited.” He said.

“Why do you keep hanging around him? If it’s a romantic desire, he’s definitely not interested.” Dark told him flatly, glaring at his coffee. “After all, he is the opposite of me.”

“Maybe it’s a tinsy bit of that,” Wilford carried on, either having not heard or just flat out ignoring the latter tatement. “But really? I think it’s cause he reminds me of someone. Someone from a long time ago.”

Dark watched Wilford bumble around the kitchen, grabbing a bite to eat as he hurried on. Dark sipped his coffee again. He had an idea suddenly, and he took a deep breath.

“Have you shown Mark your joke yet?” He asked, trying to sound light. “With your gun?”

Wilford perked up. “Well, no. But you said not to do that anymore. You said someone could get hurt.”

“I lied.” Dark said simply. “I really think you should show Mark. I think he’d be impressed.”

Wilford let out a shout of delight and ran to grab his gun. All Dark had to do now was wait, and when the fool, his fool, came home in shock and soaked with fear from what he’d done, Dark would be there to comfort him.

Dark was always there for him.

Hi all!

I hope to only have to make a post like this once.

So basically, for a while a blog had been sending us asks all relating to Tokoyami. It was all innocent stuff at first and then quickly became quite uncomfortable. We sent him a warning message and he didn’t stop, so we blocked him.

By the time we blocked this guy, he had asked me:

-what kind of panties I wear

-if I could be his boyfriend (im a girl, but, whatever)

-bugging us to tell him personal information


When we blocked him, he made another account to interact with us. We ignored him until it got too frustrating and creepy, and then mod kaminari reached out to basically say “leave us alone”

He’s the reason we added the rule “don’t send the mods things that would make us uncomfortable.”

Since then, he’s reached out to Mod Tsuyu to ask her weirdass personal questions and now he’s reached out to my fic beta, @heroesarelife-imagines to also send creepy shit. And apparently other bnha blogs are getting contacted by him as well.

I ended up finding several other blogs that he owns. One of which has my little pony pedophilla porn. That was fun finding.

Anyway, if you’re being bothered by the blogs lucar2017, yosefcubas070, yosefcubas707, yosefcubas09, or yosefcubas12: it’s all the same guy. Block him. His name is Yosef and he sends you really creepy shit and then makes more blogs in order to bypass you blocking him.

anonymous asked:

Honestly I'm against loli/shotacon, but I don't go saying that everyone in Japan is a pedophile. Loli/shotacon is a pretty much a creepy otaku thing and not every cute anime girl/boy is a sexualized fanservice character.


this is why i’m very *sideyes* at people that keep insisting little girl or little boy characters are intended to be sexualized by otaku like


what the fuck kind of anime you been WATCHING


We all went nuts with the “Don’t remember” video. The tags, the audio, the creepiness of TV static..

And then @markiplier said that more is coming. And today, we got another taste of that more. The glitch that appears before Mark watches the video. The message of “You have to wake up”. That split milisecond where someone is there… Is it Dark? Is it Mark possessed by Dark? We receive no answer (for now.)

But I’m here to talk about that bloody sentence. You have to wake up.

See, YouTube was kind enough to put one of Mark’s videos in the “Up next” section. One called “Deep Sleep.” This game can be summed up in: you control a protagonist who has to escape from a lucid dream while avoiding dark creatures with white, glowy eyes called “Shadow People.”

But the most important thing here is that there’s a moment around the beginning of the first game where the protagonist picks up a phone and a voice says “You have to wake up” nonstop.

I decided to dig up in TV Tropes and I came back with some…interesting and worrisome descriptions of the tropes present in the game. If you don’t mind spoilers, feel free to read the rest of this ramble.

You still here? Good. Good.

I already talked about the sentence. Now it’s time to talk about the Shadow People, the protagonist, and the endings of the game.

The Shadow People are creatures that snatch the body of people who either fall asleep, are in a comatose state, or are having an out of body experience. Those who are robbed of their bodies become Shadow People themselves. This leads us to the ending, which none of them are good. The are only two options and neither of them is nice.

In the third and last installment of the game, the protagonist has become one of the Shadow People.  has the option to either steal the body of a sleeping traveller (repeating the endless cycle of the Shadow People and dooming the traveller to the same fate) or let the the traveller go and stay in that state forever.

And last but not least, I’ll paste the trope of foreshadowing because I think it speaks for itself:

Foreshadowing: In the third game you find a note near a winch that begins with “Dear Bert” and ends with “Signed Yourself”. Later in the game, you come across Bert’s body in the sewers. This hints at the ending, when it is revealed that you have become a Shadow Person. Assuming that you are Bert, your old self has “died” in order to a host for the Shadow People.

Now, tell me, dear people of the community… Doesn’t that sound familiar?

coswhythehellnot  asked:

His sorry to bother you during exams but I was looking around ao3 for some good Holmes brotherly (or all three of them) love docs and I knew you'd be the best person to ask. Thanks

If you want some good post-TFP feels I’ve got a few I loved from not long after the season aired.

Blud on my Hands by White Gloves was absolutely great

Being Kind was also by them.

The there was A morning after a nightmare by RedHatMeg where my review states that I needed this type of thing post TFP.

Now if I can be a bit self-promotional for a second…

I love writing kidlocks and if I do say so myself The Health Risks of Sleeping is both creepy and gives you the feels.

Go have fun with reading while I study!

I hate this. Things like this scare the shit out of me.
Yes a parent should be protective. No they should not STALK their child.
Yes a parent can get upset at a child. No they should not flip out or let their anger make them out of control, or take out their anger on their child.
Yes a parent can lecture and maybe the kid feels like their parent is driving them crazy - but after the last two statements forgive me if I don’t exactly trust these definitions.
A parent should never be their child’s worst nightmare. A pain sometimes, ok, but not a nightmare.
And the idea of a parent “stalking” and “hunting down” their child is horrifying. If you were a good parent, maybe your child would have communicated whereabouts upfront with you already.
And the last statement is the worst. “I will subject you to terror and treat you like my property…. Because I love you!” No one would ever put up with this from a partner, a friend, even a grandparent…. Why is it suddenly okay from a parent?

Fuck toxic parenting.

  • “barbie as the princess and the pauper” has the most solid storyline, as well as being the most well-remembered and well-loved of the barbie movies of the 2000s. the characters are engaging, and the romances are surprisingly solid. (even if annelise and erika were clearly gay for each other, their love interests still had likable personalities and good dynamics with the girls.) the music has also held up incredibly well, albeit with a lot of cheese.
  • “barbie as the island princess” has a cliche but entertaining storyline, but has the strongest music overall. the side characters are also remarkably well-done, and it avoids falling into the trap of the boyfriend’s intial fiancee being evil – luciana and ro become friends instead. it also has some genuinely emotional moments.
  • “barbie in the nutcracker” has probably the strongest script overall, as well as tim curry. the cgi is shit nowadays but it was good for the time, and the ballet sequences are still very fun.
  • “barbie in swan lake,” although not as well-remembered, is a solid family movie, with beautiful music and ballet sequences, as well as a really cool villain. its storyline isn’t the best, but it’s a solid 90 minutes of fun.
  • “the barbie diaries” was a huge oddball in the canon, but in my opinion, it’s underrated. yes it’s probably the stupidest and the most predictable, but it has songs written by kesha (no, seriously, look it up), and it’s an admirable attempt at something different.
  • “barbie as rapunzel” ABSOLUTELY INFLUENCED “TANGLED” AND YOU CAN’T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. features a surprisingly clever twist at the climax, as well as a creepy villain, and it’s a different take than most rapunzel stories.
  • “barbie and the magic of pegasus” is the first original barbie movie, which warrants applause on its own. the story is fun, and it’s nice to have a love interest with a proper Tragic Backstory
  • “barbie and the diamond castle” features some of the most fun side characters, as well as some pretty good music. should’ve been gay, though.
  • “barbie in the christmas carol” deserves credit just for casting BARBIE as SCROOGE. did not see that coming at ALL.
  • “barbie and the 12 dancing princess” is kind of underappreciated. admittedly it’s not as memorable, but it does a good job adapting a lesser-known fairytale.
  • the fairytopia/mariposa movies are their own thing and need their own post, which i’m not gonna do because i barely remember them. i do remember i really liked the first mariposa movie as a kid, tho.

…these are thoughts i actually dwell on and type out, apparently

Get into the Halloween spirit or die trying.

We come bearing the gift of absolutely horrifying Tumblrs.

Batsies (@thebatsies)

Originally posted by thebatsies

A fleshy-pink, adorable, flying nightmare of the dark skies, who seems very grateful of their kind reviews.

Vintage Halloween (@vintage-halloween​)

Originally posted by vintage-halloween

Never underestimate the power of a creepy curative Tumblr to liven up your dashboard. 

Deep Dark Fears (@deep-dark-fears​)

Originally posted by deep-dark-fears

Here artist Fran Krause illustrates the scariest thing of all: What happens to childhood relics when time quickly marches forward while we helplessly beg for it to slow down. 

Janee Allure (@janeeallure​)

Originally posted by janeeallure

Janee is a year round make-up artist who has been serving up some amazing Halloween looks this month. If you’re short on ideas for an upcoming party, she’s one to follow for inspiration. 

Outlast 2 Jacksepticeye series in a nutshell:


JESUS! My mortal enemy!


Where do I go?

What is that big white light?

F*** you!

F***ing Jesus Christ!

This is f***ed up!

Come on!

Why?! Why?! I’m a good boy! I got to bed on time! I pay my taxes!


I’m so sorry dudes…

This game is going to shorten my life.

Shrek! I’m looking down!

The imagery is amazing.

That is so creepy!

I’m going to look around because I want to find secrets.

This game is so dark!

Kind of disappointed…

Where am I?



So much running! So much hiding!

Needs better pacing.

Not more gospels…

Jack want out!




This is sketchy as hell.

For people who see this post… why? Why would anyone like this?
This is a weird invasion of childhood moments that weren’t released by choice.

You don’t just get someone’s yearbook. 
You either go to the school those years, or you hunt this down from someone else that has one.

Everyone wants to know whatever they can about Ryan’s past, but can we at least let him decide when he releases or okays pictures from his own childhood?
It’s exciting and fun to know more about someone!
This is not one of those times.

Leaving out the name of the school makes no difference.
It’s still creepy and weird.

“For the sake of his privacy”
If there was any care at all for his privacy this wouldn’t have been posted.
Especially not on a side account with no other posts than to reblog this same thing.

I blacked out the name just for the fact that they shouldn’t get more named recognition for this kind of negative digging.

If people out there care for Ryan’s actual privacy and life, please…
Give this post no notice when you go by it.
Don’t encourage this kind of hunting stalking behavior.

Ryan should mean more to this to any true fan who cares deeply for his well being and privacy of his life.
If he wanted it released, it’d be out on an Extra Life or a stream.


Don’t Freak

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Steve Harrington x Reader

Requests are OPEN



“You’re really trying to tell me that Low is David Bowie’s best album to date?” Jonathan nodded, opening the brown paper bag that held his lunch.

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Y/N’s eyes widened, then shoved her lunch tray to the side. She leaned on her elbows, her hands in front of her.

“I could name five other Bowie albums, easily, that blow Low out of the water,” Jonathan took a bite of his sandwich, then motioned to Y/N.

“Go on then,”

Station to Station,” Y/N’s right index finger began to point to the fingers on her left hand to count. “Aladdin Sane, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars -obviously-, Diamond Dogs, and my number one favorite Bowie album of all time,” Jonathan mimed exactly what Y/N was saying with her, “Hunky Dory.” Y/N took a deep breath as she finished, then shoved a french fry in her mouth. “It’s like I don’t even know you sometimes,” She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders jokingly, “But, I mean, Low is still a great album,” That made Jonathan chuckle. A body suddenly appeared on the bench next to Y/N, scaring the life out of her. She had one hand on her mouth and the other over her heart to stop herself from screaming. Y/N turned her head and saw Steve Harrington with a dumb grin on his face.

“Tonight?” He looked at Y/N expectantly.

“What?” Her pupils were still wide from the shock, and the word sounded pretty dumb coming from her.

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