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the detective looks quick to the card thrust out to him , feeling muddled confusion and annoyance well up in his bones at the seemingly laissez-faire nature of the eccentric man before him . matthew had always believed he was a bit on the odd side , having a deep love for theatre always making him more dramatic and emotional than the colleagues he as surrounded by ; but , this man ? he was SOMETHING else . fair fingers close around the card stock , eyeing almost suspiciously before looking back at the ball of pink before him .

his tone is curt , nothing short of what you would expect from a man such as matthew , the detective , as he shoves the card into his jacket pocket . " mr . . . warfstache , was it ? i don't mean to sound like a stick in the mud , but i am not in the mood to be playing matchmaker right now . " his other hand is closed around a missing poster , holding it so it was eye level with the stranger before him . " what i need from you is any clues or answers regarding the disappearance of this man . " a strikingly familiar face to wilford , dear abe , all painted up in a fine grey scale .

𝐔𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞.

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬? 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡.

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬?" 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥! 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝! 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬! "𝐔𝐫𝐠𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡!"

"Hey hottest."

"Hottest."

"Hottest."

"Hotteok."

"I forgot what I wanted to ask you but my phone keeps calling you Hottest and it's good it agrees with me!!!"

(rosetintedgunman, who had this actually happen while trying to write out a different ask idea and decided this one was better.)

the dokkaebi felt his phone vibrate once in his pocket , immediately feeling a swell of annoyance bottle up in his gut at the prospect of WHO it could be bothering him at THIS hour . all of his cohorts had his cell number in case something important came up whilst dark was away , and for THAT reason only . the raven chose to ignore it as black eyes read over the book held between grey palms , a soft sigh escaping his lips . then . . . another , and another , aaand ANOTHER .

dark lets out an audible groan , one hand snapping the book shut as he desperately adjusted himself in his seat to retrieve this infernal device from his dress pants pocket with the other hand . black eyes filled to the brim with irritation , feeling the visages around him swell and twirl in muddled annoyance and fatigue , the raven clicks on the screen , narrows his eyes , taps on the seemingly overflowing texts from ONE number , and . . . suddenly , a toothy grin splits his features in two . deok-su was not an expressive man to most ( or overtly negatively expressive more so ) , but for his ROSE , HIS wilford , there wasn’t much he could do NOT to elicit a smile from the goblin .

grey fingers work back to responding , feeling the visages of red and blue cascade around his shoulders to read his words .

[ text : seoltang 🌹 ] hello , my dear . very pleased to hear you and your cell phone are in agreement on something for once .

[ text : seoltang 🌹 ] do you believe you now remember what it was that you wanted to ask me , or shall this be another of my rose’s mysteries to keep ? 🖤

unprompted asks [always accepting]

She really tried to be an understanding, patient individual, but...

My gods. This was a sin against everything holy.

"Wilford I will burn that thing if you go out in it. That's fucking cursed as shit."

The Roller has become more like a home to him than the actual house he supposedly lived in. At least in the Roller, nobody was trying to hurt him.

Ace blinks as he's passed an empty glass, wondering if he had been fidgeting and not noticed it. Not the first time someone passed him something to stop him from moving his hands so much. Well. Hand.

Inspecting the glass, he tilts both it and his head, trying to see if Wilford had done something to—

Oh.

He forgets to ask Wilford if he's done something, because he's too entranced by the colors reflected in the glass. How beautiful...

In fact, it felt like she had. She actually looked a little bit guilty as she stared at the ground. Her lips moved into the shape of a frown. She had wanted to get away; had been planning it for a while. It had been nothing to do with anyone else; in fact it had more to do with what was internally wrong with her..

There were just some things that a happy life were ever going to fix.

She shuffled her feet as she stood at the doorway of some crappy motel room she had been staying at. It wasn't like thier beautiful two bed room home that they had been in the middle of decorating. Out of everyone, Wilford had to be the last person she had wanted. Her friends, she could have played this off but not Wilford. She looked up him with an unreadable, albeit almost sad and guilty expression. What do you say when you've past the past month as a missing person? What do you say when you've abandonded your life?

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What can I honestly say about Ash that I haven't said before? The work and dedication Ash puts into writing each and every one of her characters is honestly mind blowing. The way she writes thousands of words dossier's on her characters, drabbles, tons of art, and just little tid bits everywhere just..wow. I often forget that Markiplier owns these characters because I genuinely associate them (particularly Damien, Wilford and Yancy) with Ash.

Ash, you have been my good friend through tough times. I know that recently we've not written or spoken as much but it seriously doesn't change that I really appreciate you. I appreciate everything you've done for me. You've been very much involved in my journey creating Ki and if it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't have her the way she is now. You've been a big part of that for me alongside Jess and Amy. I cannot put into words how much that means to me and I still love reading everything you post and interacting with you.

Also we have written my longest running ship. 5 years! Ki and Wilford are soulmates. It is also vastly understated how much I love Damien too, every version. I honestly never get bored or fed up with writing with you. We've had great times and I cherish them so much <3

"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 .