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＊♟   — SPLITSUIT﹐        a  semi-private ﹐ semi-selective  blog  for    DARKIPLIER .  Based from WHO KILLED MARKIPLIER & A DATE WITH MARKIPLIER  REWRITTEN with canon elements ﹐       a  study  in ;  PLUNGING down rabbit holes ﹐  burning rage ﹐  the VILLAIN ﹐ a PAWN in someone's story ﹐ && LIFE AFTER DEATH .  reanimated  by  georgie .

❛    25+ ﹒ they / them ﹒ 20+    ❜

❝ … THERE IS NOTHING YOU OR HE CAN DO TO STOP ME ! ❞

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"C'mooooon, ya gotta go feral at least once. Especially on yer birthday!!" (rosetintedgunman)

Happy Birthday | @rosetintedgunman

This summer was mild , to Dark's surprise . Warm wind breezes through the big leaves on the trees . And in one of these trees , hanging from a sturdy branch was the rather TRUE TO LIFE paper and thin cardboard version of Playwright .

He was given a slim bat to knock the doll into how many pieces he so desires ! Gripping it tighter in his hands , he turns to Wilford who ONLY encourages him more .

It was his birthday , why not give it his all ? Just for today .

Wide eyed and ready , he made the first swing to the body first . While nothing had come out yet , he had dented it heavily . A black flame rises in his eyes as he relentlessly pummeled it until it was only hanging from it's head . A rush of the red confetti pools out , and Dark is genuinly smiling .

ROTTEN FROM WITHIN , these walls become alive once again . Though they peel and breathe , expanding and shifting with each step of HIM . Knowing those promises were nothing but lies to get him to crawl out and show his teeth . Not this time , though in this endless nightmare it was nothing more than that . This FLESH he lives in , it was a vessel for pain and burning rage with no more room to grow .

This house was not a home , running through doors when the walls and floors change . In HELL he found himself in , one of a dry coldness that did not provide the next quick breath would be taken safely . And IN THIS HELL with the pulsing of his voice all around him , the walls of this dollhouse was shut and taped up , layers to keep this ROT from spreading and to be taken down below where now the only man downstairs hiding under stairs with sharp teeth and illuminated eyes in windows was YOU .

Always moving for if he were to stop , to PEER his head around the corner they could lock eyes . The threat of being captured being at an all time high and his ability to escape HUNG UP ON A HOOK .

The tension rises with each step of HIS and his own , his attempt in fleeing may be a futile one but anything was an option , a CHOICE rather to be shattered across the floor , his shards driving into the walls . Near crawling to an exit , to get out of this closed off room with each useless search for him , his lover turned RUSTED looking in all the wrong places .

His heart is young today , despite the piercing paranoia and tightening grip of the reality that he was wicked . He wanted this darkness , this LIQUID ANGER that lays at the edges of windows and his brow . And DESPITE this he was still the only one who loved nobody else but you .

❝ D'arce you say ? From Rondon ? Well , it seems you are a long way from home . ❞

A pass through closed doors and cold halls only to PLUNGE lost in the valley in which was HOLLOW , it was a place OF memories . He gazes on to you , a thought provoking tilt and a smile that showed a TYPE of humanity .

"Call me strange, but despite the circumstance in which we met... I'm glad we're friends." Barnum seemed to agree, judging by how he sniffed in his sleep. (blueheartedmayor)

❝ I do not find it strange , Damien . ❞

Arm propped on the back of the back of their chair , his fingers combing through the growing hair at the back of his head . For ALL it was worth , as anger between them was RARE occurrences and BREATHS OF TRUTH took their place .

❝ It was all I knew , it was all I ever known . ❞

The day eventually winds down, sitting close together by the end, leaning against one another. They’ve lulled into a comfortable silence. It gives Dark a moment to steel his nerves, delicately separating himself from his love, in order to instead turn his body to fully face him. “Do you remember when we let each other in?” Reaching out, delicately taking Damien’s hand, before lying the palm against his chest, “I think about it almost every day.” 

He’s giving a closed lipped smile, a deep fondness shown within lidded eyes. 

“You’ve bewitched me since that day, have changed my life significantly. Acting as a beacon of light, cutting through the repetition, the bleak never-ending cycle that used to be everything I was. I have found that there is so much more with you, have found hope and joy with you. Feelings I always deemed an impossibility for creatures like us, but became clear through your charm, resilience, and the warmth you’ve shown me.” 

He releases Damien, only to reach into his breast pocket to pull out a small, black box. 

“I know we have already agreed to spend our lives together for all eternity, but since that day, since we’ve let each other in, I feel differently than I did back then. The truth is, I love you, Damien. You have my heart in the palm of your hand, I am forever yours. There is no future without you, even if we weren’t bonded. Will you marry me?” 

The box is opened, revealing a black ring, an iridescent shine of blue and red glinting when moved underneath the light. 

Valentine's Day

ICY waters surround them from all directions , the COLD of the season has the oceans a paler blue with the foams a pearly white when beaten against the hull . In the far distance , their home was more of a SILHOUETTE and even in the THAWING of Winter , the sun settling but the SHINE still warming them . It was special today , all these years together and every Valentine's Day before this one .

There was still something so very different about this year .

What is he to say ? What is he to do other than LOVE his sweetheart , who was a gift he would not have had in this lifetime , despite not obeying to the LAWS of time and gravity and yet they still fell into the right circumstances to be here now .

If you mix all the colors of the rainbow , the color you receive would be BLACK . Understanding what was happening as there was a draw away and the knowing what he was doing in real time . His black eyes held so much VIVID emotions , and smile wider with the peeling open of that little box . It was beautiful , it was so RARE to find love , to find a partner to last forever despite being let in . Dark , was different in every way unimaginable .

A gasp of air from the question , from the undying love he is to confess . All his words were swallowed and cocooned into his fluttering soul . Wet eyes never dare spill over his cheeks but he does , he says YES with several nods as the ring was placed on his hand .

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Living by the shore had been good , their house on a corner lot with an OLD and weathered fence with the cracked stone slabs leading up and down the front door . It rains A LOT there , with wet grass all day until eventually that grass turns brown and dies before covered up by snow . The little frog by their front door holding a welcome sign had his head buried in that ice . It would have been magical given the SEASON but now that time has came and went .

Leaving them with just WINTER now .

❝ I think we should just go back to bed . This is far too much snow for my liking anymore . ❞