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Wilford was the last one left.

The others faded years ago, but he wasn’t quite sure how many. Not much point in keeping track of time when there’s nothing to live for. Nothing to look forward to. Nothing.

Mark kept his promise, he kept the channel up after he stopped making videos. That alone kept Wilford and the others around for a while. The fans still cared, after all.

But slowly, they started to lose interest. The weakest were the first to go, those who were only in one or two videos. Yandere, Bop, Bim, Ed, the Silver Shepard, they faded quickly. The Host lasted a bit longer, due mainly to the scope of his powers, but not by much, maybe a month longer than the other five. Dr. Iplier was next, and he spend his last moments bustling around the clinic, trying to cure himself. King, the Jims, the Googles, Bing, they were next. Soon, only Wilford and Dark remained, and then it was just Wilford.

The channel icon, Mark’s face with a pink mustache, Wilford’s face, was seen whenever someone scrolled through their subscription list. That was just barely enough to keep him alive. He was more of a ghost, really, barely corporeal and hardly visible unless he concentrated.

He never did anything anymore. He stopped trying to air Warfstache TV after Bim faded. He stopped leaving his room after Dark faded. There was nothing for him anymore, he was doomed to a lifetime of solitude that wouldn’t end until the last of Mark’s subscribers was gone and there was no one left to see his face.

It was unbearable.

He hated every second of this miserable life.

Silent.

Alone.

—–

“Hey, you remember this dude?”

“Oh yeah, we used to spend hours watching his stuff.”

—–

Someone was watching Mark’s videos.

Someone was watching his interviews. For the first time in ages, he felt the power of having an audience, even if it was only one or two people reminiscing.

He left his room for the first time since Dark faded, praying to whatever was listening that they would watch the other egos videos, too.

He looked in each room as he walked down the hall, hoping beyond hope to see someone inside. He checked the Google’s room first, knowing that “Google Gets an Upgrade” was at the top of the live action playlist.

——

“Hey, is that Markiplier?”

“Yeah!”

“Shit, I haven’t watched him in years, mind if I join?”

—–

“Googs?” His voice cracked from disuse. “Googs, you in here?”

Nothing.

He checked room after room, still feeling the power of having active viewers. They were still watching.

Every room was empty. His voice echoed uncomfortably through each one. He started to lose hope. Obviously one or two viewers wouldn’t bring the others back, and while he had realized that as he walked through the hall, he just couldn’t keep himself from checking for the others.

—–

“Oh hey, check out this series, it’s one of my faves.”

“‘A Date with Markiplier’ ?“

“Yeah, take the horror movie route.”

—-

He finally reached Dark’s office at the opposite end of the hallway, and opened the door with trepidation. He probably wouldn’t be here either, no one else was.

—-

“Holy shit, hot demon dude.”

“Dark was always my favourite uh, what were they called? Egos? Yeah. He was my favourite.”

“Any more vids of him?”

“Hell yeah.”

—–

As soon as he opened the door, his ears started ringing.

“Dark?”

—–

Nerd Lord posted a link

Nerd Lord: hey guys watch this

Fucko: sweet

That Damn Kid: oh hey i remember this dude

Hot Diggity: fuckin nostalgia trip

Hot Diggity: imma binge this channel now fuk u

Fucko: yno wat same

That Damn Kid: yeah me too

—–

“Daaaark?”

The ringing got louder. Granted, it was still faint, but it was increasing in volume, bit by bit.

Wilford walked into the room slowly, not really believing the ringing was Dark. Why would it be? He was probably hallucinating.

Then he heard him.

“Wilford?”

okay so we always talk about theatre kid aus but they are always the same and honestly wouldn’t happen, so allow me to give you aus based off of my three years of being in my high school’s drama club

  • you bought a copy of the script when you found out what we were going to do so you would be prepared at auditions and got the lead. i would be mad about your advantage except that you’re really cool and i think i might be falling for you
  • oh god, your significant other just broke up with you during a five minute break in the middle of rehearsal and now you’re crying in the greenroom and clutching your phone. shit, i’m sorry, but it’s your cue. um, you know what, i’ll just go read for you
  • i walked in one of the bathrooms while you were changing into a different bra/binding for one of your costumes and i am definitely not thinking about your tits whenever we talk what are you talking about?
  • our adviser/director this year hates tech/crew and you keep ranting about what a bitch she is when i’m not on stage or practicing my lines and you’re honestly adorable when mad
  • we are co-directors and i can’t believe that we’ve been friends for years because you are the last person i wanna see rn
  • okay you are a good actor and might be cute but you do not know how to memorize lines so i’m trying to help you and now it’s a love scene and this is awkward
  • two cast members were dating irl and just broke up and i s2g the show is falling apart bc of the small civil war splitting up the cast and crew (bonus points if the narrator actually likes one of them because that always happens in my club)
  • the entire game of “honey i love you” gives you situations like these:
  • this is the first time i have spoken to you and it’s during this stupid warm up game and now you have a boner which wouldn’t be so bad if i didn’t have a crush on you
  • we fell because you climbed on me to try and make me crack and almost did the anime kiss thing
  • i swear i usually don’t crack but you’re hot and i might be in love with you
  • and the more accurate version of love interests being played by enemies:
  • i’ve had a crush on you for years and now we’re playing worst enemies and i should not find our arguments this hot

feel free to add more because i could go on

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We kissed without hesitation, no reservations
We dangle our feet from the highest places
In the crowd of the sad in the crowd of the mad
We are the only smiling faces 

 cc for aesthetic: @seananmcguire @editorincreeps @goodbyeomelas and @ailelie

So I Went to the MadW*fe Tag...

And like…? Are we even watching the same show? Mad Sweeney does not LOVE Laura. He doesn’t even LIKE Laura. I think these stans are confusing guilt over his involvement in her death with affection. Yes, Sweeney is kind of a dick, but he does feel remorse (unlike Laura).

There’s a difference between sexual/romantic chemistry and emotional chemistry. I think Pablo and Emily have the latter, but not the former.

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[LYRICS] BASTARZ - Make It Rain

Welcome everybody
you know about me
In a word you can say
We’re very much like gems
Whenever we go out
We smash ‘em all to bits turnt Shit
Damn it boys this is my turf

Do better or not
It’s not my problem
I’m badder than bad
Whether you run or not
It’s not my problem
Now it’s my turn
Kids go away

Baby don’t tell nobody
I’m about to reach the top
Shout Errbody
Cuz I’m gonna gonna get you wet

I make it rain
They said ho ho ho
I make it rain
Focus ho ho ho

Money long long
I got money to blow-ow
Money long long
I got money to blow-ow
I make it rain
Focus ho ho ho

You’re prolly crazy pissed and hopping mad
We all know
I’m given the finger and called crazy
Those words aren’t wrong But no problem
Might as well spit if I’m being copied

Whether you believe it or not
It’s not my problem
I’m the guy flying above the guy who flies
Whether I’m right or wrong
That’s not the problem
Accept it

Baby don’t tell nobody
I’m about to reach the top
Shout Errbody
Cuz I’m gonna gonna get you wet

I make it rain
They said ho ho ho
I make it rain
Focus ho ho ho

Money long long
I got money to blow-ow
Money long long
I got money to blow-ow
I make it rain
Focus ho ho ho

At last it’s our time
Everyone is under our influence Yeah
Baby don’t tell nobody
Don’t tell nobody body

Now let’s pour up Uh uh
Watch yo underwear
Now let’s drink up
Stop filming a movie and NG*

I make it rain
They said ho ho ho
I make it rain
Focus ho ho ho

Money long long
I got money to blow-ow
Money long long
I got money to blow-ow
I make it rain
Focus ho ho ho

T/N: NG = “No Good”, meaning unusable shots when filming

Translated by youngha @ blockbintl

Please take out with credit.

Clarke Griffin

7:09 p.m

You’re coming tonight, right?


Nathan Miller

7:09 p.m

Is this code for you want me to bring Bellamy?


Clarke Griffin

7:10 p.m

Forget I asked

…..

But yes


Nathan Miller

7:11 p.m

We’ll be there in twenty with the popcorn

~~~

Ray-Bae

8:00 p.m

Can you and Bellamy make out already?


Clarke Griffin

8:01 p.m

Raven I swear

Can you just pay attention to the movie?


Ray-Bae

8:03 p.m

Who can pay attention to this stupid movie when you keep making eyes at each other?


Clarke Griffin

8:05 p.m

Make eyes?

Are you my grandmother?


Ray-Bae

8:05 p.m

Your grandma is dead


Clarke Griffin

8:05 p.m

Thx for reminding me

~~~

Twinkle-Twinkle-Little Blake

8:08 p.m

Are you and Raven texting each other?

Also, can you and Bell, like, leave?

I can’t focus on this movie at all with all this back and forth between you guys

~~~

Miller

8:30 p.m

Pls tell Clarke how you feel

I really can’t take being sandwiched between the two of you on the couch

It’s awkward

I don’t like awkward


Bellamy Blake

8:31 p.m

Deal with it

~~~

Lincoln <3

8:42 p.m

Stuck at work :/

Sorry, babe


Tavia

8:42 p.m

Miss you!

Just come over once you’re finished

We’re watching trilogies

I need someone to cuddle and explain Elvish to me


Lincoln <3

8:43 p.m

You are the biggest Lord of the Rings Nerd

You understand Elvish just fine

But ditto on the cuddling

Bellamy will be pissed, though


Tavia

8:45 p.m

First, I don’t care

Second, he and Clarke are too busy sucking face


Lincoln <3

8:49 p.m

…..

I would have been fine without that last detail

~~~

Clarke

9:00 p.m

Why is Lincoln texting me

About

Your

Brother


Twinkle-Twinkle-Little Blake

9:02 p.m

:D

~~~

Caw Caw Little Birdy

9:17 p.m

Are you the only one watching the movie?


Murph-Man

9:19 p.m

Apparently

I’m immune to Bellamy and Clarke’s sexual tension


Caw Caw Little Birdy

9:20 p.m

Can you tell me what’s going on in the movie then?

I want to understand what’s happening to Orlando Bloom


Murph-Man

9:20 p.m

It’s Legolas, you uncultured swine


Caw Caw Little Birdy

9:22 p.m

Whatever

He has fantastic hair though


Murph-Man

9:27 p.m

The only time I will ever talk about Orlando Bloom’s weave with you is if I am heavily liquored up first

Which I am not


Caw Caw Little Birdy

9:27 p.m

And another of my dreams is not to be

I hope you’re happy with yourself


Murph-Man

9:30 p.m

Immensely


Caw Caw Little Birdy

9:32 p.m

Ass

~~~

Bell

10:00 p.m

Is everyone texting?

Or asleep?

But mostly texting?


Clarke

10:00 p.m

Not everyone can appreciate Tolkien


Bell

10:05 p.m

I like the books better


Clarke

10:08 p.m

Of course you do

I mean

You’re you


Bell

10:08 p.m

Thanks?


Clarke

10:09 p.m

In the very best way ;)


Bell

10:10 p.m

Nice save

I’m swooning over being called the very best nerd


Clarke

10:16 p.m

Please

You know you love it


Bell

10:30 p.m

You’re right

I’m in love

~~~

Ray-Bae

11:48 p.m

We also need nutella and those little oatmeal pies

You’re probably not getting this

But I’m real serious about the nutella

And Murphy is going to start taking us out one by one if he doesn’t get a freaking oatmeal pie

He’s like eight years old

Clarke

C L A R K E

We should have never sent you and Bellamy on a snack-run

We’re just going to die hangry

~~~

O

12:00 a.m  

Don’t be mad

We kind of hot-wired your car

It was an emergency

~~~

Murphy

12:02 a.m

To be fair I didn’t hot-wire your car

Octavia did

I just helped pop the lock

~~~

Nathan Miller

12:10 a.m

You guys need to get back

Now

Jasper threw a damn rock through your car window

~~~

Lincoln

12:10 a.m

Please don’t ever leave me to watch over them again

I can’t

Octavia is a car thief

Murphy and Raven are cheering her on

There’s a rock in your car and glass everywhere

I think Monty is having a nervous breakdown

Oh no

That’s just me

~~~

Clarke Griffin

12:30 a.m

We’re on our way home with the snacks

No one touch the glass

Please do not commit any more felonies 

And yes….

Bell and I are official now 

BUT I MADW THIS THING TO ASK MY BEST FRIEND TO PROM AND IT TURNED OUT SO WELL (it was for alpacalypticpotatoes btw)