Hey, it’s me again, subverting your favorite tropes,
So we all know Yuuri Katsuki would be the kind of person who wouldn’t tell you he didn’t like mushrooms and would let you feed him mushrooms three meals a day rather than actually let the words “I don’t like mushrooms” emerge from his mouth
Because Anxiety™ am I right folks
But here we can flip this on its head.
Yuuri loves mushrooms.
Mushrooms are Yuuri’s favorite part of any given dish, which is why he separates them out from the rest usually and eats them last. That’s some excellent fungus right there.
Along comes Viktor Nikiforov, he of the lust-inspiring good looks and astoundingly poor social intuition. He watches the Love of His Life pick the mushrooms meticulously out of his dish and says, “Are you going to eat those?”
Yuuri Katsuki is still in a state of complete and utter stupor at this point, because within the last week two discrete–not discreet, mind you, which they are the opposite of–Russians have arrived uninvited to his fucking house, ingratiated themselves to his family an are currently dismantling the very threads of his existence. One of these Russians is his longtime crush (who is currently occupying most of his time lounging around in a provocative manner all but holding a sign over his crotch that reads Reserved seat for Yuuri Katsuki but Yuuri is a little bit feelings-blind so he’s reading it as Look how beautiful and untouchable I am! If you stare at me too long I will literally scar you like the sun and also I CAN HEAR EVERY THOUGHT ABOUT ME YOU’VE HAD SINCE AGE TWELVE! I’M DISGUSTED!) and the other is the actual inspiration for the My Chemical Romance song Teenagers.
So Yuuri can’t quite be blamed for saying no when Viktor Nikiforov asks him if he’s going to eat his favorite part of the dish.
“I’ll take them, then,” Viktor says, and picks them off his plate.
HOW ROMANTIC, Viktor’s brain screams.
Thus begins Yuuri’s mushroomless existence. Viktor loves Yuuri and wants him to Be Happy Always, and so makes a point to ensure that a mushroom never even so much as winks at his fiance ever again. He doesn’t put them in food and always ensures that, if he’s ordering something for Yuuri, it’s without mushrooms. When a dish shows up with mushrooms in it, Viktor deftly picks them out.
“Excuse me, my husband does not like mushrooms,” Viktor says so often that it could be his catchphrase, or perhaps a nickname. Viktor “My Husband Does Not Like Mushrooms” Nikiforov.
This continues until they return to Hasetsu for a visit and Yuuri’s entire family watches as Viktor picks every mushroom off Yuuri’s plate.
It’s a dish with a lot of mushrooms in it.
“You must really like mushrooms,” Mari says to Viktor.
“Oh, not particularly,” Viktor says, picking away. “But Yuuri hates them, so.”
“Oh no,” Yuuri whispers.
“Um,” says Mari.
“That’s funny!” says Hiroko, smiling and leaning her head on her hand. “Yuuri used to love mushrooms! He stole them while I was chopping them.”
I wrote a song about Pyrrha Nikos from RWBY because I love her and she’s beautiful and only deserves the most beautiful things in life. I told @misshermitcrab forever ago that I wanted to write her a song and I finally did SO THIS IS DEDICATED TO JULIE. I hope you guys like if you listen! <3
Brilliant sun, where have you gone? The nights are getting longer, fear is setting in everyone. Beyond the clouds, I see the world. But from up here I have never felt so alone.
Do you believe in destiny?
Autumn leaves fall into my hands. Their edges cut me when they land. Just another scar that I’ve counted. Maybe this was not what I wanted.
Armed to the teeth and setting out. But I don’t feel protected, instead eclipsed by all my doubt. A final kiss to find a light. I’m sorry that you didn’t realize it was goodbye.
Do you believe in destiny?
Autumn leaves fall into my hands. Their edges cut me when they land. This is how I’m meant to protect you. Please forgive me for holding the truth.
Huntress, savior of the world. Broken pieces of a girl. Falling into my destiny. This was the path laid out for me.
Huntress, savior of the world. Not superhuman, just a girl. Following the echoes of the ones who showed me how to love.
Autumn leaves fall into my hands. Their edges cut me when they land. This is how I’m meant to protect you. Everything was over way too soon.
Dean’s head still throbbed by the time the [Lebanon - 13 miles] sign gleamed in the Impala’s headlights. The three cups of coffee at dinner had not helped to ease the pain, and neither had the four Ibuprofen Sam gave him once they got back to the car. Sleep – that’s what he needed now.
He rubbed his hand over his face, grimacing at the stabbing ache behind his eyes. “Want me to take over?” Sam asked, Dean dropping his hand to the wheel. He sounded concerned and rightly so. If Dean was being honest with himself, Sam should have been the one to drive.
But since when was he honest, especially with himself?
“Nah, I’m good.” He tightened his grip on the steering wheel when Sam scoffed. “Besides, we’re almost home.”
Dean could almost feel Sam roll his eyes. He scanned the shadowed turnoffs for the one that would lead them home. His inner autopilot told him that it was coming up soon, but the actual location was escaping him right now. Panic fluttered in his chest and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from voicing his concerns. He could figure this out; he could remember this…there was no need to worry Sam.
“Dean.” Sam pointed off to the left side of the road. “Did you forget our turn?” He recognized it then, his anxiety decreasing a little as he slowed down and turned onto the gravel road.
It was not too long before they reached the bunker. Dean was relieved, if not a little overwhelmed, by the rush of memories flooding. Everything would be back to normal in the morning, probably…He just needed to sleep off the lingering remains of the spell.
“Go inside,” Sam said once Dean parked the Impala. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
“So bossy.” Dean slipped out of his seat and grinned back at Sam. He closed the car door and trudged to the front door, his keys jingling in his hand.
The muted sounds of a far-off TV greeted Dean once he was inside the bunker. He squinted, the florescent lights grating against his headache. The high-pitched ring of the TV led him to the study where he found Cas. He glanced over to the doorway when Dean cleared his throat. “Hey, Cas.”
“You’re back.” His brow furrowed as Dean staggered into the room. Little specks of light danced around the edges of his vision as Cas sat up on the couch. “Are you okay? Dean?” Dean nodded, his temples throbbing in protest at the quick movement. He must have winced, judging by the concerned tch of Cas’ tongue. Dean sat on the edge of the couch next to him and met his eyes. “What happened?”
“Witch. Lost my memory for a while. Now all I’ve got is this headache.”
Cas extended his hand, placing his fore and middle fingertips on Dean’s temple. The vice-like pressure vanished in a blink of an eye. Cas’ gentle touch lingered for a few seconds before he dropped his hand to the space between them on the couch. “Better?”
Dean moved to stand, happy to find that the world was no longer topsy-turvy. “Much. Thanks, buddy.”
“It’s what I’m here for.”
Dean looked down at Cas who had gone back to watching TV, anxiety tightening around his chest. The mantra he had chanted to himself all day sprang unbidden to his mind once again. My name is Dean Winchester. Sam is my brother. Mary Winchester is my mom. And Casti –
“You’re my best friend.” He blurted before the panic he felt earlier could settle in again. “You know that, right?” A tiny smile curved the corner of Cas’ lips as he nodded. “Promise me you won’t forget that.”
Cas glanced over, looking like he was about to make some sort of sarcastic remark. His smirk, slight as it was, dropped when he took in Dean’s solemn expression. “I promise.”
A sigh of relief loosened the anxious tension constricting his chest. Dean smiled as he headed for the door. “Night, Cas.” He paused when he reached the doorway, glancing over his shoulder to find Cas watching him. “See you tomorrow?”
Honestly, one of my major pet peeves is when the secular Yiddish revival movement pretends it’s single-handedly resurrecting a dead language or something, ignoring the fact that there are hundreds of thousands of native Yiddish speakers and that number is growing rapidly every day. And that continuity was never broken; for Chassidim, Yiddish never died.
Like I literally just saw a post saying there were only a “handful” of Yiddish speakers, and about how awesome it was that some secular Yiddish revivalists had created a Hebrew-English dictionary with modern words like “email,” as if there aren’t probably at least a hundred thousand people who are bilingual in Yiddish and English and use both in their daily lives, and certainly talk about emails.
So what’s the deal? Do secular Yiddish revivalists see Chassidim as too religious or “backwards” to count? I certainly hope not, but it sure seems that way.
And look, I get it. For most American Jews, there *was* a break in continuity regarding Yiddish. And the secular Yiddish culture of Eastern Europe *was* violently destroyed. You have every right to reclaim what was taken from you and it is a radical act to do so, but please stop pretending that Yiddish is not already a thriving living language.
i started thinking about whether nick and charlie would ever use pet names and .. i feel like they eventually do, and the first time it happens is something like this: charlie’s not having a good mental health day and nick’s really concerned/wants to comfort him however he can and he just says it without thinking :’)
If you see an artist (this include writer, musicians, etc. anyone who produce any sort of work actually) talking badly about their work and/or about themselves.
Don’t go at them and tell them to stop. Don’t tell them it’s not making you want to appreciate their work. Don’t tell them that “you’re not selling it well ! You’re not making us want to look into it !!”
Because chances are that in 95% (if not 99%) of the cases, those persons are actually genuine in their self-depreciation. And telling them things like that will only do one thing :
guilt-tripping them. Making them feel even worse about themselves, feeling like they upset you or like they looked like attention-grabbers.
It’s just like saying “Stop apologizing all the time, that’s annoying !” you’ll just make the person want to apologize right away for being a nuisance with their constant apologizing.
Now what to do instead ?
If you really want to help the person stop apologizing, don’t pay attention to this behavior.
BEWARE : I said, “to this behavior” NOT “to the artist”
If you stop giving them attention all together, it’ll make things worse because it’ll just validate what they think about their work.
Compliment them. Tell them what you like in their work, genuinely. Ignore the self-depreciation and compliment the work. You’ll see it will ease tensions and help bring out self-appreciating comments.
And when they start talking more positively about themselves, notice it. Just a little “I’m happy you’re feeling better with your work” or something like that.
But really. Focus on the positive, it’ll actually help boost the self-esteem of the person and will help diminish those negative comments. Because in almost all cases, they’re a result of a really low self-esteem, and just pointing it out is just like telling an anxious people to stop being anxious.
I get seeing your friends get self-depreciating is saddenning or infuriating, but you have ways to help that won’t shame them or make them feel worse.
tl:dr : If you want someone to stop saying self-depreciating things about their work, don’t pay attention to those comments, but instead pay attention to the things you like in their art, support them, and then pay attention to their self-appreciating comments.
One-word prompt for you, mom: chocolate. I just really need more after all your metas on this.
Oho, I like it. Lets see now…
“This one?” Ursula said, holding the chocolate up for Vlad’s inspection. The vampire didn’t even bother to take it from her, they’d been going through the box of chocolates one by one since Nathan had brought them home, searching for the elusive strawberry cream.
“You know what would help this problem,” Vlad began, allowing her to place the chocolate to his lips, “color coded wrapping, or a card telling you what each one is meant to be.” He bit down delicately with one fang and winced, “Toffee.”
Ursula’s shoulders dropped as she thought the idea over, popping the hardened chocolate into her mouth with non of the fear of someone who had ever lost a tooth to Northlander toffee. “You know I think that’s one of the best ideas I’ve ever heard.”
“Hmm.” Vlad hummed with amusement, reaching over to claim one of the candies which he knew to be coffee from the way Ursula had daintily stuck her finger into it and promptly relegated it to the defect pile. So far hazelnut and black cherry had joined it. Vlad was a fan of neither. In fact he was rapidly losing his sweet tooth the longer this game went on for, but Ursula didn’t seem to mind. He supposed it was in her nature to crave sweetness.
“Perhaps next time Nathan can just ask them for a pound of strawberry cream,” he said, watching with amusement as her entire face lit up like the morning sun.
“Do you think they would?”
“I think if Nathan asks anyone to do anything they’ll do it.” He snorted and bit down into another proffered chocolate. “Ew, marzipan.”
“Yick,” Ursula agreed, and threw it across the room, not even bothering to put it in the defect pile. “Oh this one’s caramel,” she informed him, and popped the whole thing in his mouth before he could protest.
The door to their private quarters opened and Nathan stepped in, pausing to smile at them cuddled together on the couch. Vlad quashed the urge to lift his arm away from around her shoulders, reminding himself that he was not only allowed to be doing this, but actively encouraged by both of them. It was all still so new and wonderful. “Are you two still playing with that box?”
Vlad, still trying to unstuck his mouth from the caramel, coughed. “We’re trying to find Sue’s favorite.”
Nathan paused, coming to lean against the back of the couch and peering down at them. “By sticking your finger into them.”
“And fangs.” Ursula smiled up at him.
“You realize you have a werewolf who can smell what each one is, right?” He asked, grinning lopsidedly at the two of them, “You could have just asked.”
“This way is more fun,” Ursula informed him primly, sticking her finger into the base of another one and perking up happily as she bit into it properly, “Ooh violet.”
Nathan turned his gaze to Vlad. “Do vampire’s get the sugar sickness?”
“I think we may find out,” Vlad informed him, reaching out to take the another coffee flavored one, trying to clear the sickly sweetness of the caramel from his tongue.
He tilted his head back, intent on asking Nathan if he’d found the paperwork in his study, when the werewolf leant over and claimed his mouth in a fiercely passionate kiss, tongue licking into his mouth and sucking the air from his lungs until he was dizzy. When the other man drew back, Vlad was left dazed and bemused as to why he had stopped.
And then reality kicked in and he scowled.
“You just did that for a taste of the chocolate,” he accused, and Nathan fixed him with a toothy grin, as Ursula laughed at his indignation.
“I have no idea, what you’re talking about.”
“Your mouth is going red.”
“Worth it.” Nathan replied, already stalking off towards the vanity in the next room to rinse his mouth out with salt and water.
“He knows it’s bad for him. Bloody werewolf,” Vlad muttered, settling back on the couch. He raised an eyebrow at Ursula, mouth drawn shut in a tightly smug smile like the cat who had caught the canary. “What?”
He was surprised when she moved the box out of the way, shoving him to lay flat against the armrest of the couch as she crawled up the length of him, settling her weight over his abdomen as she leant over to press her mouth to his, claiming him just as fiercely as Nathan had, if not more so. When she drew back, still smiling, Vlad lay gasping for several seconds, blinking to try and pull his brain back into his skull where it belonged. He was just about to lean up and pull her back down for more when he realized what he could taste, sucking his tongue around his fangs with interest.
Ursula grinned at him, stretching out languidly on top him. “Told you we’d find it.”
So you described Dark and Anti. Can you describe Google and Wilford please? P.S. you're the best 😁
Totally! I’m sorry this took so long for me to get around to, but I had two tests this week and it’s also been a while before I watched videos including these two (besides the most recent). I just spent the past hour watching all of the (most important) videos Warfstache and Google appear in, and if you could see the amount of notes I jotted down in my phone, you’d be impressed.
So basically for this one, beyond describing these characters’ personalities, I wanna discuss their origin stories/existence in the greater Markiplier “universe”. I feel like discussing personalities was more important when analyzing Dark and Anti because they’re shrouded in so much more mystery, but with Google and Warfstache it’s pretty obvious what they’re like. The bigger question is where they came from and how they interact with Mark (and Dark, I guess), which is much less obvious.
So why don’t we start with Warfstache?
CANON ORIGINS: Interdimensional Liaison
As far as Warfstache’s personality, he comes off as a complete idiot. But if we read between the lines, we see a bit of method to his madness. He’s idiotic and egotistical, yes, but he’s also fearless. He yells Slenderman into submission when he tries to attack him in The Fall of Slenderman, he presumably was going to do the same to Golden Freddy in FNAF: The Interview, and he gets into a police shootout in The Ned Affair. He also completely brushes off Phone Guy’s worries about all the “boos” that go on in Freddy Fazbear’s, only playing up his fear for the camera.
We also know that Warfstache is a convicted felon; he states that he helped beat up Slenderman while Slendy was in prison, suggesting that Warfstache was imprisoned too. We also see him commit adultery, five counts of murder (including a puppy), and arson in The Warfstache Affair, and later shoot two policemen in The Ned Affair. He also stabs Mark to death in Warfstache Interviews Markiplier, despite Mark being his hero. So clearly he has no issues with murdering people, or anything else that normal people might at least be skeeved by.
So beyond Warfstache’s personality, his backstory and appearances make the mystery even weirder. The first time we see him, he’s interviewing Slenderman for AFC News. Right off the bat, this is two big red flags: Slendy is a supernatural being, and he’s also fictional. Not long after, he’s shot to death by a baby (weird) in The Ned Affair - but then we see him with his own show, “Warfstache Tonight!”, interviewing Phone Guy: another fictional character that is interestingly FUCKING DEADby the time Warfstache gets around to interviewing him, which means we can tack on “can communicate with the departed” onto his list of interesting interview guests, along with Warfstache himself COMING BACK FROM THE FUCKING DEADwith no real explanation as to why or how.
Some other interesting takeaways from Warfstache’s various interviews, particularly in “Warfstache Tonight!”, is that he starts each episode with “Hello ladies and gentlemen and all other configurations of being!” While this could be interpreted as Warfstache acknowledging the existence of genders beyond male and female (and I’m not ruling that out), it could also be a reference to creatures that aren’t necessarily human. If Warfstache wanted to acknowledge non-male/females, he could say something like “guys, gals, and nonbinary pals”, but instead he leaves the interpretation much more open. He also says in FNAF: The Interview: “My crew is just standing around like metaphor!” This is a REALLY interesting line, because it implies that his crew isn’t actually there. Does this mean that Warfstache is running the show by himself? Or does it mean that his show doesn’t really exist, at least not in the traditional sense?
Finally, the MOST interesting piece of evidence is at the end of the “True Ending” in “A Date With Markiplier”. WARNING: SPOILERS FOR “A DATE WITH MARKIPLIER” BELOW (although tbh if you haven’t watched this video yet…why not??):
Warfstache’s floating head shows up when you seem to slip between dimensions or something. The first thing he says is, “Welcome to my humble abode!” I’m sorry, his WHAT?! Then he goes on to accuse you of not knowing who you truly are while you “play this little game”, and then saying, “I can’t answer it for you but I can put you in the situation where you might discover the truth.” This tells me that: A) Warfstache can break the fourth wall and knows that you’re playing a game, B) he can see past the game’s veneer and knows your true identity, and C) that he’s bound by some sort of dimensional laws or contract that prevent him from interfering with things directly. You know who else can’t interfere with events directly? A FUCKING REPORTER.
SO HERE’S MY CONCLUSION: Warfstache exists between dimensions. He can see/interact with/isn’t scared of supernatural beings like Slenderman and Freddy Fazbear, he can come back from the dead and isn’t scared of things that can kill him, he lives in an interdimensional realm, and he can break the fourth wall, which allows him to interview fictional characters and know things that neither Mark or the viewer don’t know.
My theory as to why is a little cloudy; maybe after he died the first time (whether this happened in The Ned Affair or at some earlier date), Warfstache made a deal with the devil to stay alive? But now he’s stuck between worlds as a liaison? And maybe part of the deal is that he can’t interact with the world directly anymore - merely report on it and just kind of exist?? My support for this theory is that he didn’t get his own show until after he was killed in The Ned Affair, and that was the same time he started referring to “other configurations of being” and his crew being “metaphoric”, suggesting he now has knowledge of otherworldly beings that he didn’t have before. But since he also interviewed Slendy before he died in The Ned Affair, I’m not entirely sure about this.
In Google’s first appearance, he’s an early-access robot that Matthias has received in the mail. It’s painfully obvious that, at least in this video, Google is a robot: he makes mechanical sounds when he moves and has a glowing G on his chest, suggesting some sort of internal lighting. Interestingly, he can make webpages and clickable holograms appear in midair for Matthias to look at and touch, but I still think this is just an extension of his robotic abilities.
In the video, Google is presented as being obviously mechanical and a slave to his programming, but he has some autonomy. Even though he’s forced to obey Matthias’s commands (do my laundry, wash the dishes), he goes out of his way to fuck up these tasks by ruining Matthias’s things. He can also speak freely when he has the opportunity, showing that he has independent thought. The biggest example of this is when he urges Matthias to give him admin privileges, something that a normal, mechanical AI wouldn’t even have the programming to do or understand. He also openly states that his secondary objective is to destroy mankind, which isn’t something that (I assume) anyone would have programmed for him, showing more extension of his limited free will.
However, at the end of the video when Google has admin privileges and begins threatening Matthias, we see Matthias defeat him by asking him too many logical questions, causing the robot to overheat (or something?) and break. Presumably, Google is “dead” now, but after the end screen we see him look at the camera while the words “ITS ME” flash, suggesting that he’s still alive.
The next time we see him, it’s in the recent 360 Minecraft video, in which Mark’s program/computer malfunctions and Google shows up in Mark’s place, claiming that his primary objective is to fix the problem, while his secondary objective is to destroy mankind. No change there. But in this video we do see that Google is much glitchier than when we last saw him. It’s also interesting to note that Mark is no longer there when Google shows up.
In my Texts From Dark And Anti update that featured Google, I implied that Google was now possessing Mark, but I don’t actually think that’s the most likely possibility. Rather, I think that Google escaped his mechanical confines and became a virus after Matthias destroyed his “host robot”, so to speak.
Evidence: in Google IRL, Google shows up in a box. He squeaks and beeps when he moves, implying robotics. He goes limp and quiet when Matthias “breaks” him. But then how did he show up later? I postulate that, in order to survive, Google’s “soul” fled the robotic body and escaped into cyberspace, becoming a virus that could travel from computer to computer. This would explain why he broke Mark’s computer when he appeared, as viruses are notorious of doing. It would also explain his change from jerky, robotic movement to smooth-yet-glitchy movement: it implies that he’s no longer in the physical plane, but rather forced to render along with Mark’s camera equipment and Internet connection.
I’ve kind of set aside my theory that Google possessed Mark mostly because I think that Google is strictly programming and binary code rather than a supernatural being like Darkiplier or Warfstache. The only reason I haven’t ruled it out completely is the fact that Mark has disappeared when Google arrives. Maybe he possessed him; maybe he killed him the old-fashioned way, but then how could he do that if he’s stuck in cyberspace? Nothing we see in 360 Minecraft gives me reason to think he’s gained a corporeal body again. I think we’ll just have to see more footage of Google to answer this question.
There you go! Three hours of my life and all of Mark’s alter egos later (besides Yandereplier but they’re only seen like once in a song sequence so there’s nothing to discuss lol), there’s my theories/descriptions/interpretations/etc. of Wilford Warfstache and Googleplier. This was really time-consuming but still really fun to do, so thanks so much for requesting this! As always, if you liked this, PLEASE feel free to reply/reblog and let me know what you think of these ideas + anything you’d like to add! This was really fun last time, so I’d like to see that continue. :)