All The World Is My Stage

" Welcome, welcome! You're all too kind, really. It's all right, now. You've found me. I'm here. Please. Step inside... " { independent ask && roleplay blog for the actor of who killed markiplier + related works. } { please read the rules before interacting. }

[the-actor-himself]

( There’s a lot going on irl right now, and it’s making blogging impossible. I miss writing with everyone but I’ve been barely functional the last two weeks and I have no idea when it will get better.

I’m not much better on discord but we can at least chat ooc there. Im sorry for the abrupt disappearance. I miss everyone. I miss writing.

I’m tentatively going to start trying to be active again on Charlie, but that might not last long. Until things clear up Actor and Illinois are pretty well on hiatus blog-side. If you’d like to see them in the meantime, mutuals are welcome to reach out on discord still. ily all. )

[the-actor-himself]

helloooooooooo. i think i’m owed a little something! 🍬

September had arrived, which meant Gin was sure to come calling. The Actor was prepared, however, and the truck full of candy that had been agreed upon was already on its way to them.

Infinite blackhole, this month your offerings include dozens of flavors of cotton candy, complete with colorful tubs for you to chew on when they’re empty. Taffy from saltwater to rose water to dill pickle, in small drops and long strips, in teeming piles. Sour lickers, sour dippers, and sour droppers - ooze tubes and hard candies and soft gummies, and everything in between. Four large bags of straight up citric acid were thrown on top, but there were full pallets of fresh fudge in an array of flavors from peanut butter to praline pecan to offset all that sour.

This month’s drink accompaniment was every flavor of ramune as well as giant cases of the many flavors of Mountain Dew currently on offer.

Hopefully this would appease him until October rolled around.

[theauthorlives]

✎ 👀 I cannot resist

Lemme draw your muse! (Accepting, but I'm going to bed now)

@the-actor-himself WAHAHA ANOTHER POST.

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Wilford insists this is how Mark seduced his wife back in the day. Mark vehemently denies it.

[etvidentium]

The Actor gives a sigh, as he examines the indentations on his forearm. “ At least the bite didn’t break skin. ” 

﴾  👁   !  ʙɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ  ¡   ≽   not  accepting  ﴿      

?  ⭒   𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚊𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛  𝚘𝚗  𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜.    or  rather,    as  usual,    making  the  personal  affairs  of  others  you  business.    usually,    it  was  in    ﹠    out,    nothing  more  than  the  temporary  thrill  of  being  where  you  know  you  shouldn’t  be.

           this  time,    @the-actor-himself​  had  caught  you  red  handed,    hunched  behind  one  side  of  his  desk    ﹠    eyeing  the  door.    but  he’d  made  the  mistake  of  reaching  for  you    ﹠    you  did  what    𝙰𝙽𝚈    reasonable  person  would  do.    you  bit  him.    the  initial  shock  left  mark  stumbling  backwards,    attempting  to  reclaim  the  misplaced  limb.    you  were  tempted  to  use  this  opportunity  to  escape,    but  opted  to  stay  instead.

you  stare  him  down  as  he  examines  his  wound,    𝚒𝚝'𝚜  𝚊  𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.    if  you’d  wanted  to  break  the  skin,    you  would  have.

[the-actor-himself]

Knowing it was a good idea to really not beat around the bush with it, Mark's actually turning a bit to gather something into his arms. Actor would see that there was a puppy in his arms now!

"I have brought a little girl!"

The Actor looks bemused, never quite knowing what to expect whenever Mark arrived at the Manor. Only to stop dead, eyes wide in surprise, as Mark produces a squirming, fluffy little bundle out of hiding.

“ You— ” He huffs, torn between delight and attempted dismay. “ You got a dog? ” She was gorgeous, thick fur and pretty patches of colors. But Mark had said this was a surprise for him—

Mark couldn’t mean…

“ Whose dog is this, Mark? ”

[the-actor-himself]

The storm couldn't harm him. Right.

Something else might, especially if it found him. And Ace wouldn't put it past it look for him inside houses.

"I'm Ace," he introduces himself. It feels wrong, but after a few years, one gets used to it. "Sorry for ruining your evening," he says, trying for lighthearted, but not quite managing the amusement.

This is the part where he realizes he hasn't talked to another person for a few years, and he has no idea how to interact with people. Ace clears his throat, a little awkwardly, and fidgets with the hem of the shirt. "I'll... try to be out of your hair soon."

“ You haven’t ruined anything, Ace. ” He pours them both a mug of the hot chocolate, and slides one of them nearer to the far edge of the desk, should he want to partake. He lifts his own and cradles it in both hands.

“ You don’t need to worry about my hair, dear. You’re not the first person to wander here in need and you won’t be the last. ” Mark hums. “ It would be easier to help you if you’d be more honest with me, but I understand you hardly know me. ”

He gestures briefly, and then sips from his mug. It’s almost too hot, but not quite. Perfect.

[the-actor-himself]

‘i never understood why.’ Oliver mutters in the darkness of the bedroom, staring at curtains. His form is flickering more than usual. Red drips to thee floor, and his eyes turn back to the Actor. His chest wound is worse than normal. He looks angry, betrayed. Teary.

‘why did i have to be there? why did Damien have to be there?’ Oliver flickers out of sight. His voice is a saddened whisper.

‘why did you have to kill us all?’

Eventually he grows tired of saying the same thing over and over. Eventually the explanation grows stale. He’s aware it was selfish and misguided. He’s aware that there was no true explanation for it that didn’t hold him to the blame. It couldn’t be justified for vengeance’s sake alone, and their fates couldn’t be explained away as accidental.

“ You know why, Oliver, ” he murmurs tiredly, as the man’s ghost flickers in and out of existence. In, and then out again. “ You just don’t remember. ”

The red stains on the floor remain even after he’s gone. Mark tiredly goes to find something to clean it up with before Star stumbles across it. “ You had to be there because the plan wouldn’t work without an appropriate audience. A charade to get the most necessary player under my roof. ”

[the-actor-himself]

drop the kink list and also what that dick do))

( All right, I was going to do a whole loaded out kink sheet for this but I couldn’t get it to load onto tumblr for some reason so you get the written breakdown below. )

The Actor is firmly a switch. He enjoys holding power over others, subjecting them to his whims, testing their resolve. He’s generous with his praises and will use whatever form of torment you best desire to show off how good you can be for him. Whether that’s hot wax or spanking or edging or worshipping him until your jaw aches is subject to each partner.

Every torment Mark would inflict on someone else he would also (sometimes reluctantly) enjoy to have inflicted on him. Being bound and teased, being brought to his knees, he’s as eager to drink up praise as he is to dole it out. He’ll blush beautifully as he prepares himself for you and presents himself for your use. He’ll service you with his mouth for hours for the price of a hand in his hair and a few good words.

The Actor isn’t afraid of pain, even craves it. Sometimes it’s to the point of self-flagellation - he will use rough sex to punish himself, to take himself out of his own head. It’s one of the trickier things in dealing with him, to ensure you aren’t being used to such an end. Or making sure it’s done safely, at the very least.

The Actor does not like to be blindfolded. Or any other sort of sensory deprivation. Given his experiences with the Void, he has issues with not feeling grounded in reality. But he does love using other toys, and there’s few things he won’t try at least once. There’s some things he’s yet to explore, but for the right partner he would consider it.

The Actor is also rather shamelessly a monster fucker. And he definitely has a size kink.

I’m blanking on other kinks to include. Always feel free to check and ask about anything, I’m always happy to delve deeper.

He does like outfits. Costumes, uniforms, lingerie. Careful roleplaying with him that you don’t get sucked into a rather literal scene 😂

As for what that dick do? Over six inches of respectably thick but not overly thick delight. And if you meant something else by this question I’m sorry for the way that I am sjdndndndn )

[the-actor-himself]

A hand-delivered invitation. How fancy! (He's almost sure the last invitation he received was hand delivered too, but that's not a thought for now) "Good! I oughta pay that little tyke a visit next time I'm not hoppin' between places. Gotta make sure he knows me apart from everyone else he's met!" What if someone else has cooler facial hair? That won't do at all!

There's a sly chuckle at the confirmation that the feelings are mutual. "I did try talkin ta him once or twice. He might wanna ram a horn through my gut, buuuut I'll figure that out." Maybe. Provided there isn't any further mishaps on either end. As for the part about the Manor... Wilford hummed in thought. "Considerin' it fucks with my head if I stay there fer too long, an' all th' tragedy an' sorrow linked with it -" and a poor, angry spirit haunting the walls but who was currently hiding in a room downstairs, "- I can see why yer so iffy. I guess ya can't just, uh, move out? Or convert th' sheds into an outhouse? Doubt any of ya go golfin' anywho." Maybe? He has no idea what goes on in that place half the time. "Answer me somethin': are th' doubts 'cause of th' house itself, or are ya gettin' some sorta nerves since, well, it's been a while?" (rosetintedgunman, who should actually be asleep right now oops)

“ He’s always happy to see you, Wilford. ” His beloved space bear had yet to be replaced as his favorite stuffy, even with all the growing he’d been doing lately. “ You know you’re welcome to stop by. ”

Mark smiles despite himself. “ Asterius is even more old-fashioned than you or I ever were. But he’s receptive to gifts. I’m sure the two of you will work something out. ” If his long lost brother had been able to win himself back into the Actor’s good graces, it was difficult to imagine anyone that could resist his attempts at being charming forever.

He sighs, and sips his drink.

“ It’s… a little of both, I think. I… I don’t know if I can move out. I… feel as though I can’t. ” Even the thought now set up a frantic sort of fluttering behind his ribs. Something knotted around veins and through bones, that cried out at the thought. That begged to go back and sink back into the safety of that overcast home with its living shadows.

And that wasn’t even taking Yancy into account, but things were still such a mess it almost felt like overconfidence to mention him to Wilford now. There was still too much that could go wrong. He couldn’t handle needing to backtrack from it later. Not yet.

“ The Manor isn’t somewhere that anyone should have to call home. Star doesn’t seem to mind it, but inflicting it upon anyone else feels selfish. Terribly so. It— ” The words choke upon his tongue.

It was the site of such terrible betrayal. Both to him and from him. Love rotted from the inside out within its halls too many times. Even with that foul host now cast from its halls, were the remnants still enough to ruin everything? Or was he finally - possibly - safe from the curse of the Barnum estate?

How could he know without trying? How could he risk more of those he cared so deeply for?

Yet Asterius had sworn not to abandon him. As had Yancy.

[the-actor-himself]

Ace considers the button-up before mentally slapping himself. When had been the last time he'd actually been able to wear one of those? He wasn't about to develop new skills, not here, not now. Not ever.

The clothes are softer than he's used to, comforting. It makes him feel a bit self-conscious about the things he'd shown up in. Leaving the room, he notices he makes noise when he walks, even with socks. He hates it. Can't hide.

Joining his host in his office, the insecurity returns full-force. This place is fancy. The smell of chocolate hits his nose, and it's almost too much at once. Mark's question, however, douses whatever memories had been triggered, very effectively.

What's really happening?

Hunching his shoulders, Ace looks to a point just over Mark's shoulder. "I got caught in the storm," he says quietly. He's not lying. His brother could always tell when he lied. Good practice. "I wasn't expecting it."

Mark hums softly, nodding. Unsurprising that the whole of his trauma wasn’t simply dumped out for him at the first line of questioning.

“ Well, so long as you’re here, the storm can’t harm you, at least. ” As if the storm had left those colorful marks on his skin rather than the simple wash of rain. “ I have the space to spare, thankfully. There’s no rush to your leaving. ”

Maybe the storm would even last a couple days. Stranger things had happened around the Manor before.

“ In the meantime, you can make yourself comfortable. My name is Mark. ”

[the-actor-himself]

Ace wants to protest, but he's so tired. He limps after his host, the full weight of the situation sitting heavy on his shoulders. Escape. Danger. Too keyed up to think of anything else. He nods blankly at what he's told, thanking the man quietly once more.

This is more effort than anyone's made for him in about half a decade.

His gaze avoids the mirror in the bathroom, viscerally uncomfortable with the idea of seeing himself. Taking a shower is... complicated, but Ace's had years to get used to functioning without accommodations. The warm water is nice, at least, makes him feel cleaner.

Getting out and drying off, he winces as he gets his leg back on. Rotten thing. But at least now he can get dressed and meet his host wherever he's waiting. The thought of a conversation turns his stomach, but he supposes it's earned. He is intruding, after all.

There’s a folded pile of clean, dry clothes waiting for Ace on the bed when he comes out of the bathroom. Simple cotton pants in a deep maroon shade and a simple, loose blue shirt.

Mark is waiting for his unexpected guest in his study, with the door open so he can be listening out for the telltale squeak of the hinge. He rises the moment Ace emerges, and he moves to lean around the doorframe, hailing him with a lifted arm. “ Down here. ”

There’s a tray he put together in the meantime. Hot chocolate, since he didn’t know whether to is man would take to coffee or tea. It always used to comfort him as a child, and recently he’s been allowing himself such age old comforts.

“ So. You look a little better, at least. ” The man still looked thin and beaten and afraid. But at least he was clean and dry. “ Do you want to tell me what’s really happening? ”

[the-actor-himself]

Ah. This is an unexpected complication. Both Illinois and Murdock have told him not to take things that aren't his without permission, and he doubts this man will contradict them.

The sudden onset of nervousness that accompanies a stranger coming closer to him has Asterius grabbing his tail, tilting his head down. He should have waited for Illy. He wants Illy now. Of course a palace wouldn't be empty, he's very lucky that this man doesn't seem to be mean. Yet.

"I Aster-- am... Asterius," the Minotaur replies as quietly as any young child can. He's been trying so hard to get better at words, but it's incredibly difficult. Giving a halfway decent bow, he turns his attention back to the spinning globes. "Shiny."

“ Asterius. ” Mark nods. He doesn’t draw any closer, as it’s clear the child is on edge. “ My name is Mark. ”

The child’s gaze is swiftly drawn back up to what had no doubt drawn him past the cracked door to begin with. He follows the Minotaur’s gaze and smiles. “ I know they are. They’re my most important treasures. Which is why they’re so high up. ”

Star and Asterius already had something in common, it seemed.

[the-actor-himself]

"Mark? I'd like a favour." When he turns, he will find it is the Mayor who has approached him. However, before Mark can even open his mouth to respond, Damien leans forward to kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you." Surely that's not a childish grin on his face as he steps away. (blueheartedmayor, since Ash misread a meme and though I could send a kiss)

He knows that voice before he even turns. It never fails to twist itself around his heart and yet he can only ever smile when he hears it. Damien. Not his own, but something so close he doesn’t know how he’ll ever do without it now that it’s been found.

He turns, opening his mouth to question what favor it could possibly be, but he’s cut off before a single syllable can fall by Damien’s kiss to his cheek. He blinks, shocked, mouth hanging open on that forgotten word of greeting and sentence of query. Damien is already moving away.

Mark shakes himself and immediately gives chase. “ Mister Mayor, I’m afraid your request was unclear. I might need you to repeat yourself— ”

[the-actor-himself]

Ace looks… pretty pathetic. He’s aware of it. His hair’s a mess, he’s soaked to the bone, his clothes are old and ratty.

He’s got bruises all over him.

Nothing like the man in front of him. He seems well-off, from the enormous house, to the way he dresses and holds himself. Not the type of person Ace would ever expect to help someone like him. He steps inside, with a meek ‘thank you’, making sure to stay near the door so as not to soak everything as he’s examined.

Maybe he’ll be safe here until the storm ends. Then it’s back to running… somewhere.

“I can’t repay you,” he tells his host quietly as he follows him. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually—“ leave the house “—do this. I just got caught in the storm.” Seems plausible enough.

Wherever this man had come from, Mark was rather glad that he’d ended up here of all places. He looked like he needed more than a night out of a storm.

“ Thankfully I don’t need to be repaid, ” he dismisses, as he urges his guest up the stairs, toward one of the guest rooms. He opens the door and gently guides the man in without touching him. “ There’s a bathroom through the door to your right there. Towels as well. A hot shower will help stave off a chill. ”

He smiles gently. “ I’ll be back to check on you shortly. No rush. The storm’s likely not to pass until morning. ” He closes the door only once he’s sure his guest is heading for the bathroom, and then heads to his own room to find something for him to wear until his own clothes can dry.

Hopefully once he’s clean and fed, he’ll be willing to tell Mark the truth. Those bruises had hardly been from bad weather.

[the-actor-himself]

He's gonna just... quietly approach Mark ! "I've got a surprise for yooou"

The Actor blinks in surprise when Mark suddenly speaks, turning to face him. “ A surprise? ” His brows lift. “ And what sort of surprise do you have for me, my darling? ”

[late-night-cabaret]

@asterius-of-crete @the-actor-himself

"Mmm, such a good boy for us, isn't he darling?"

"Yes, sunlight, so good..."

Asterius punctuates the praise with a deep thrust, giving Yancy no choice but to moan wantonly as he's pushed forward and takes Mark's cock even deeper down his throat. He's on all fours, shaking and sweating between them on the bed, so fucking full and needy for them both.

Asterius has him by the hips, gripping them enough to bruise, and it wouldn't be the first or last time he'd leave his mark in such away. His thrusts are slow but deep, dragging through every inch of Yancy with delicious friction, hitting that spot that makes him whine and try to push back. Only to be reminded with a firm smack to his ass to behave. And he happily submits once again.

Mark's fingers, both hands, are tangled in his long hair, pulling up and down slowly, pushing in till the head hits the back of Yancy's throat, gags and moans muffled around his cock for more more more. Sometimes Mark pulls his hair hard, the way he knows Yancy likes it, the sparks of sharp pain shooting straight to his dick as his eyes roll in the back of his head. Praises spoken through panted breaths and groans as Mark uses his lovers mouth however he pleases.

The praise, the grunts and groans wash over him and seep into his very being, the fact he was pleasing his lovers so thoroughly and the thought of his own reward for being a good boy making his own impossibly hard dick twitch against his stomach, precum leaking constantly now.

He could be here all night and fuck maybe he would be.

[tbhiamembarrassed]

👀 ( for Damien~ )

Dirty Thoughts

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The thought that comes to mind has a hand shoot up to Damien's mouth in an attempt to hide an embarrassed laugh. "God, do you remember when we roomed together in university and we would have those days where we would try and distract the other from their studying? I... It would be so nice to have you saunter into the Mayor's office, climb onto my lap in the chair, and make it your damned mission to wind me up until I can't take it... Only to get up and leave. I-I obviously can't make love in an office where anyone could just walk in, but your home is in the vicinity. Close enough to get to in a hurry, but far enough away for the wait to be agonising while I hurry after you like an eager dog on a leash."