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myneckmybackmyanxietyattack · 1 year

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Thoughts part III! This one is longer, so I’m putting it under a cut. To summarize: this is my argument as to why Actor! Mark is not the villain of AHWM or ADWM. Thanks to you lovelies who do read this!

-Void

To start, I am making a couple assumptions for the sake of my argument. 1) I am NOT saying that Actor is not the villain of WKM, because he definitely is. The circumstances were messed up, and he is the total bad guy in that story line. This is about AHWM and ADWM though, not WKM. 2) I am taking the liberty of assuming that the ‘everyman’ in the stories (Partner for AHWM and Darling for ADWM for future reference) is the DA from WKM. This may not be canon, I haven’t looked, but once again, this is for the sake of the argument. 3) This is also me stating that Head Engineer! Mark from ISWM is not Actor. I’m pretty sure that is canon, and that those events are in an entirely separate universe, but if not, I’m still saying that HE! Mark and Actor are two separate entities. Different, but parallel, universes (which is why my other Thought about the Captain and Hermit still applies), with similar people. And with that long intro, let’s get started!

Let’s start with the end of the beginning, the events after WKM. As far as I know, Dark left after trapping the DA in the mirror to get his body back from Actor. I also am pretty sure he never came back. Now, the amount of time is a bit blurry, considering that everyone who left the mansion didn’t have to worry about physics. But, I’m going to place it about 100 years after, with WKM taking place in the early 1900’s and ADWM taking place in the early 2000’s. This is plenty of time for Dark to come back and free the DA from the mirror, which he does not. This is also more than enough time for the DA to become bitter and spiteful towards Dark, presumably forgetting that Actor is the reason they were in this situation in the first place.

Then, like the hero he is, Actor swoops in and saves the DA. This may seem manipulative, but the way I see it is through a place of honest intentions. Actor doesn’t need the DA to keep Dark as his villain. If anything, the DA would be a possible redemption arc for him, which Actor would definitely want to avoid at all costs. Actor saved the DA for good reasons, possibly a place of guilt. From what I remember in WKM (I did not do enough research for this rant, but it’s okay), the DA is the only person Actor didn’t have any reason to hate. He hated William for stealing his wife, Celine for cheating on him then running away, Abe for seeing these signs but not telling him, and Damien for being Celine’s twin, considering he was probably aware of the whole affair. The DA is the odd one out (TheOdd1sOut is a great Y-Tube channel by the way, go check him out after reading this. I’m going to digress a LOT, so buckle in folks), because as far as I can tell, Actor has no anger towards them.

So then, why invite the DA if he knew how the night would end? Realism. If Actor hosted a party full of people he hated, that would be weird and no one would go. But if he had a ‘get together’ with his old friends, including someone he still liked, there would be almost no red flags. I mean, the DA is canonically pretty smart, so my bet is that Actor thought they could get out unscathed, maybe even right after he ‘died’. But they didn’t. Dark took their body and trapped them in a mirror, taking advantage of their kind heart and trusting nature. So, when Actor finds out, he immediately realizes that the DA is stuck in that mirror because of him. So naturally he feels awful and frees them. Not for manipulation or evil intent, but because he felt guilty for what they went through after his plot.

Now onto ADWM and AHWM (remember, the everyman in ADWM will be referred to as Darling and AHWM will be Partner). Let’s begin with ADWM, and just how wonderful Actor is in this.

The thing is, Actor is a gentleman at heart. The way he treats Darling in this is pretty hilarious, if not spectacular. Yes, forgetting your wallet on a date is a pretty jerk move, but a little endearing if you think about it. Date! Actor seems genuinely excited to be with Darling. He is passionate about theatre and wants to share that passion with someone else. He is always trying to do what’s best for Darling, always giving them the choice, no matter what path you choose. He sits back and just simps for Darling the entire time. Outside of the story, I feel this is Actor’s apology to the DA for what happened. This entire sequence of events is just Actor trying to make the DA feel better after the mirror. Now the other can of worms, Dark’s appearance. That is a LOT to unpack. More than I have the energy to type about. Let’s just leave it at this: Actor wants Dark to leave not just because he is ruining Actor’s image in front of Darling/the DA, but because he also wants to protect the DA from Dark and the harm he caused them.

Finally, AHWM. This is one of my biggest points in this. The deaths. Partner dies only a few times throughout the story, no more than 10. Actor? He dies SO MUCH. This is a big deal for a reason. The DA has died before, they know what it’s like to die, especially by someone you know. So for Actor to go and let himself die in his narrative constantly, it’s almost sweet. He is saying to the DA, “I know what you went through, but I want to understand and FEEL what you went through.” He is trying so hard to make everything up to the DA through these games. And Dark’s involvement in this one seems outside his control. Actor is trying to leave his conflict with Dark out of the story and just focus on making the DA happy and somewhat normal again.

To conclude, is Actor a horrible person focusing solely on revenge and manipulating others? Not necessarily. He didn’t have to free the DA, yet he did. He makes worlds to apologize for what they went through. He is kind and genuinely seems to have good intentions. He allows himself to die in his own narrative (something that got me started on this whole idea) when he could have easily let the DA die or have them both live. Actor is a hero in ADWM and AHWM, and I hope this mini essay helps you see that.

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metaphorical-love-for-a-car · 3 years

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Achilles Come Down-- Damien (WKM) x Reader

Prompt; Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

Warnings; slight swearing, bit of angst, nothing too bad

Word Count; 1.8k

Notes; not my best work because i have a ~brain injury~ but i couldn’t get this idea out of my head so i went ahead and wrote it lol

Your eyes fluttered at the sudden bright light shining from above. A gasping breath racked your chest as you instinctively grabbed the fabric covering your abdomen. It was dry, no trace of the hot, sticky liquid that it held mere moments before. With a moment of hesitation, you sat up to survey your surroundings. Your brows knitted together. You were sitting in an open field, surrounded by tall grass, but weren't you just at Markiplier Manor? A flock of birds startled you from your thoughts as they flew overhead. You watched them dip in twirl with the wind until your eyes landed on a more captivating subject. "Damien?" He faced the opposite direction, sitting quite a distance away. His head turned when he heard your voice. A smile crept across Damien's features, and he was quick to wave you over. You pushed yourself off the ground and made your way towards him. There was something... off. He was sitting on the edge of a cliff, legs dangling over the side. His hair was ruffled, and his shoulders were slumped. But you found your gaze returning to his face. His warm, loving eyes and his soft smile made you fall in love all over again every time you looked at him. He gently bumped his shoulder into yours when you took a seat beside him.

"I'm glad to see you here. Well, I'm not glad that you're here, but I'm happy to have you with me again." You raised a brow, and Damien pursed his lips. "What I mean is, I'm glad you're safe now. That's what matters."

"Where are we?" You glanced down at the dark waters splashing below. It appeared nearly as dark as ink, making its depths undetectable. Something about it unnerved you. You wanted to move somewhere else, but Damien appeared to enjoy sitting on the cliffside, where he could see the water. His jaw tensed at your question. He stared into the water. You placed a hand on top of his, hoping to calm some of the thoughts running rampant in his mind, but he stayed silent. "We're dead, aren't we?" A joking tone laced your words, but there was truth in them. You thought back to your last moments in the manor. You could have survived the gunshot alone if taken straight to the hospital, but you had little to no chance once you stumbled over the banister. Damien chuckled, finally returning his focus to you.

"You're not too far from the truth. We're sort of in-between realities at the moment. We're certainly not alive, but we're not quite dead either. It doesn't make sense. Hell, I'm still wrapping my head around it too, and I've been waiting here for you for a long time now."

"How long has it been for you? It was hardly an hour that I..." you faltered, struggling to find the right word, "appeared here after you vanished." Damien shook his head.

"Time passes much differently here. An hour out there could easily be a decade here." Guilt hit your chest like a bag of bricks. He truly waited all that time, just for you? Damien caught the sadness welling up in your eyes. He cupped your face in his hands, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. "But that doesn't matter. I wouldn't trade a second of it because it means I now get to be here with you. Don't tell me you forgot our vows?" You couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips.

"We'd always be there for each other, and if one of us died first, they would accompany the reaper until it was time to escort the other to the other side. Quite ironic, given our current circumstances."

"And everyone thought we were just being dramatic!" His comment brought about another round of laughter, easing the guilt from your heart. Damien got to his feet and pulled you up with him. He stared down into the water once more. "Why don't we enjoy the time we have here before we brave the other side? Let's go for a swim. " You followed his gaze with a grimace. The waves below were calm, but the water still seemed unwelcoming. Something in the back of your mind warned you not to trust it. Damien wrapped his arms around you, laughing. "Don't tell me you're scared! Nothing can hurt us here. We're finally safe." Your eyes widened as you heard footsteps approaching. Damien went rigid. Neither of you moved until the newcomer made a dramatic gagging sound.

"Look at you two so in love. It's so sweet it almost makes me sick," he deadpanned. Your jaw dropped. Mark was here too? Damien squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, biting back all of the words he truly wanted to say. You tried to move away from Damien to get a better look, but his grip around you tightened.

"Don't. He's not real," Damien whispered in your ear. There was a sense of urgency in his voice that made you freeze.

"Sharing secrets now, are we? That's not a very nice thing to do to a friend, especially when said friend was murdered," Mark whined. "Since we're in a secretive mood, I feel inclined to tell you that Damien is lying to you, (Y/N)." You glanced over at your partner, whose face had darkened. You could practically sense the smug smile on Mark's face. He took his time walking closer to the two of you, wanting to make sure that he held the spotlight. "You're not safe. There is no 'other side.' He's using you to revive himself and Celine." Damien cupped your face, forcing you to look at him rather than Mark.

"Don't listen to him. I love you, (Y/N). I'd do anything to keep you safe. You know that." Damien glanced behind you into the open water. He opened his mouth, but Mark interrupted him.

"How many times have you sought my counsel? How many times have I given you my thoughts? And when have I ever steered you wrong?"

"(Y/N), love, listen to me. I know you're scared, but we need to go. We're going to have to jump."

"Don't be dense, (Y/N)!" Mark shouted. "I know you hear those warning bells in your head. If you go into that water, you'll never come out again."

"It's safe, I promise. I'd never do anything to hurt you. We'll be in a better place." Damien's voice was filled with desperation. His eyes searched yours, urging you to trust him. You swallowed thickly.

"You'll be with me?" Damien offered you a comforting smile as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

"Of course. Do you think I'd let you go alone? If you jump, I'm jumping. There is no me without you." You slowly nodded, and Damien released his hold on you. You finally caught sight of Mark. He was in his signature red bathrobe, and he was shaking in anger. What caught you off guard were his eyes. They were inky black and unforgiving, much like the water below.

"He's offering you acclaim and the taste of a new life, but he can't deliver. Don't waste yourself on this cliff, (Y/N). You'll be trapped in your own personal hell if you jump." You shook your head, standing by Damien's side. He took one of your hands into his own.

"I'm sorry, Mark, but I trust him. Even if you're right in the end, I have to stand by him. Love is a dangerous thing. I have to accept that." You looked at Damien and nodded. He counted down, and the two of you stepped off the cliff's edge. Mark stood above, watching as you both sank into the dark water. He shook his head, knowing what was to come.

The water seemed to suck all of the warmth from your bones as soon as you touched its surface. On instinct, you thrashed you get back to the surface, but you continued to sink. Panic settled into your mind. You couldn't get back up, and you couldn't find Damien. He let go of your hand once you both hit the water. Now, it was rushing into your lungs with a fiery burn in its wake. Your mind felt heavy and muddled. You could form a coherent thought. The last thing that filled your mind was regret.

You hit the tiled floor with a loud thud. Your eyes snapped open as a violent cough shook your whole body. You rolled over onto your hands and knees, coughing. You could practically feel the water all around you, but you were completely dry. You blinked, slowly becoming aware of your surroundings. You were in the manor's foyer, except everything looked a little dimmer. Sitting back on your heels, you inspected your hands. They had a slight translucency to them. Is this what the 'other side' was? Were you a ghost? "Damien?" you called out, getting back to your feet.

"Oh, good, you're awake. I should apologize. I didn't realize the process would be so... painful." You furrowed your brows, glancing around. It sounded as if he was standing right beside you, but he was nowhere to be found. You finally caught sight of the old mirror hanging on the wall Instead of showing your reflection, it showed Damien standing with an apologetic look on his face. You carefully approached. "I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you too, Damien, but what's going on?" He sighed, avoiding your gaze.

"I'm protecting you. With Celine's help, I created a sort of pocket dimension inside this mirror, and we put your soul inside." You put a hand on your forehead, struggling to grasp the situation. "Don't worry! I'll be able to visit you, just as I'm doing now."

"Okay, but when can I leave?" Damien's face fell. He stuttered for a moment before finally going quiet. "Am I trapped here, alone?" your voice was barely above a whisper. Damien's eyes widened.

"No, no! Of course, not. You're not alone. As I said before, I'll be able to visit you through the mirror."

"Am I trapped in here?"

"I don't understand. I'm only trying to protect you-"

"Damien!" you shouted, tears flowing freely down your face. "Please, answer me." Your voice cracked along with Damien's heart at the sight of you. He nodded, looking away. You grit your teeth, suddenly overcome with anger. "You had no right! You didn't tell me this would happen. You told me that we would face the unknown together, but instead, you fabricated your own little birdcage for me to sit in for the rest of eternity."

"(Y/N), please-"

"No, Damien." Your sad laugh echoed in the empty foyer. You ran a hand through your hair, pacing. "What happened to always staying by each other's side?" you scoffed, "I should've listened to Mark. I shouldn't have jumped with you."

"I did this because I love you."

"Well, maybe you should have loved me a little less."

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projectwkm · 4 years

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Okay, so... I’ve been seeing you posting a lot of stuff about Actor Mark being just misunderstood and actually nice- but, I’m not convinced. (Which is surprising considering I’m usually the one who likes the “villain,,,”) If I may ask, what’s this theory based off of?

This post has been a long time coming, so sorry! I totally didn’t realise I had asks on this blog,, I’m a fool.

So this is less of a theory of mine and more of an expansion on character and what we know! Do I think for a second Actor is going to be redeemed? No, and I hope he’s not, because I love him so much as a villain. Do I think he is redeemable? Absolutely. Everyone is.

Let’s get into why I think that!

1. ‘A Heartbroken Idiot’

This is the nickname our Mark (in this post I’ll call Actor Mark ‘Actor’, and real Mark ‘Mark, just to avoid confusion) gives Actor. In the WKM Explanation Stream, he calls him ‘a heartbroken idiot’ in reference to his plan on poker night. And if we think about what we canonly know to be true, then there is good reason for this:

The Actor, the Colonel and the Mayor were all childhood friends. The Colonel practically grew up in the Manor with the Actor.

The Actor married Celine. Do we know for certain that they loved each other? No. But we can gather that at some point they were happy, for reasons I’ll go into later.

The Colonel slept with Celine behind the Actor’s back while they were married, and also borrowed copious amounts of money from the Actor to do so (?). The last part could be slightly biased or inaccurate considering Abe was on the Actor’s side for the most part, but I don’t see why he has reason to lie.

The Actor found this out, the Colonel and Celine left, and the Actor spiralled. So far he tried to kill him self. He did kill himself — over and over until his desire to die turned into a desire to understand the Manor he lived in and its oddities.

There are a lot of gaps there, in all honesty. A lot of questions unanswered. Did the Actor and Celine really love each other? Did Celine really love the Colonel? Why was the Colonel so willing to go behind the Actor (his close friend, remember)’s back and have an affair with his wife? Why was Celine so willing to leave her husband if she married him in the first place?

But those questions aren’t important right now, because I’m sticking as close to canon as I possibly can. What matters is that the Actor was betrayed by one of his best friends and that his wife left him in an awful way. They hurt him so badly that he tried to kill himself. Now, this isn’t me ignoring the Entity’s part in all this — we’ll get to that later.

But the purpose of Mark calling Actor a ‘heartbroken idiot’ is that it shows his only motive initially was heartbreak. His actions, initially, weren’t the actions of a man who wanted to destroy his friends and loved ones. In fact, by looking at his attempts to die, especially the first ones, we can see that the only person he wanted to destroy initially was himself. He’d been hurt, badly, by people he called “his close and trusted friends (WKM)”. And he wanted an out. He turned aggressive and revenge-twisted was when his very basic autonomy over his own life was denied to him by the Manor not letting him die.

“After Celine and the Colonel left, Mark was left in this super spiral downwards. He was just completely out of it, didn’t know what to do, and he may have at one point tried to kill himself. But it didn’t work.” (Mark, WKM Explanation Stream)

So before the Manor Entity intervened, was he a bad person? No. Most definitely not. How do we know this, apart from what I’ve said above? This brings us on to point 2:

Celine and Damien

The braincells of the WKM gang, truly. Do you really think they’d stay friends with Actor if he was a bad person? Scratch that, do you think Celine would have married him if he was a bad person? Ruling him as an awful evil person from the start completely undermines the intelligence of the other characters who had been ‘fast friends for years’ with Actor.

That’s not to say he’s flawless. He has an abundance of flaws that the Entity brings out in him (see point three), but even before the Entity, his flaws were probably very visible, especially to his friends and wife. Actor was no doubt an egotistical ass, don’t get me wrong, he was no saint, but he also wasn’t evil. If he was, Celine, who could sense the energy of the Manor as soon as she walked in, would have surely refused to marry him.

It’s hinted that they didn’t have the best relationship by Mark in the DAMIEN Explanation Stream, that much is true. Their reasons for marrying could have been anything — from a passionate spur of the moment decision they didn’t properly think about, to a marriage potentially motivated by finance or power — and we don’t know if they were ever truly happy. We don’t know if Celine loved Actor, but it is implied she at least felt something for him, judging by the look of distress on her face in Chapter Three of WKM when it is revealed Actor is dead.

We also don’t know if Actor loved Celine. I’m inclined to say he did, considering his original plan was to steal the Colonel’s body and get back together with Celine, but there’s a fine line between love and obsession. (In my personal opinion, their relationship started off well before the Manor Entity began to shape them, but my personal opinion doesn’t come into it right now.)

But do you really think if he’d been evil or abusive (as I’ve seen some call him) that Celine or Damien would even be upset about his death, nonetheless have stuck by his side for so long? I doubt it. Mark says nowhere that Actor was a bad person to start off with, and goes into detail of what the Manor Entity actually did to him in the Explanation Streams of DAMIEN and WKM, so read below for more notes on that!!

The Manor Entity

Aha.... my least favourite character of all time...

Words cannot describe how much I despise this thing (whatever it is, Mark described it as more of a concept than anything else). Even as I write this, I feel a boiling rage inside me. Nonetheless! I will keep as fair and as unbiased of a take as I can while I analyse Actor’s relationship with the Manor Entity.

So let’s start with its affects BEFORE the Colonel and Celine left. These characters were fucked the moment they lived in that house. The Colonel and the Actor have been affected worst by it due to living in the house as kids; as Mark says, they grew up together in the Manor. So they’ve probably had the worst effects from it. Let’s see what Mark says about the Entity in the Manor!—

“The thing [about the Manor] that causes people to change, and the thing that curses people, it’s this…. Not a thing, but it’s this idea that whispers in your ear, and the worst thing it could possibly do is that it makes you think that the ends justify the means, in whatever situation…. It’s this thing gently over time just whispering.”

An idea. A whisper in your ear, exacerbating worse qualities and constantly suggesting. Something you don’t even know about until it’s too late. It’s not so hard of a leap to make that it could have made the Chef so aggressive (he’s been there the second longest, other than George the Groundskeeper), could have made the Colonel more hot tempered and liable to cause trouble between a husband and wife, could have very easily twisted the Actor to be a worse person.

We’ve already made it clear that the Actor is not without his flaws. On the contrary, he might be the most flawed from the group. Cocky and stubborn and prideful, passionate and a performer, it’s not so hard to see the Entity delighting at being able to plant seeds in his head. Just little suggestions: “maybe you’re better than them” “maybe they’re holding you back” “maybe they’re conspiring against you”. Just little, back-of-your-head thoughts that, over time, would change him into someone worse, something else.

Something that could have potentially driven him away from Celine and driven Celine into the arms of the Colonel.

Am I saying this is definitely what happened? No. As I say, a lot of canon from Before The Poker Night is missing, and left to speculation. But from what we know about the Entity, and what we know about what it does, it’s increasingly likely it’s been manipulating things from behind the scenes for a while even before the Actor takes his own life.

Cut to Celine and the Colonel leaving. Damien is gone too (God knows where, perhaps the Actor just shuts him out too), leaving the Actor alone in the Entity’s puppet strings. Another Mark quote!

Imagine [the Actor]: his wife left him, his friend betrayed him, the [Entity] whispers “that’s not fair, no, that’s not fair”.... “No, you’re right, that’s not fair.....” “Why should they be happy?....” “No, no, of course, no, they shouldn’t be happy.....” “Maybe they don’t deserve to be happy, maybe you should do something about them not being happy, maybe you should set something up to make sure they’ll never be happy again.”

The Entity is a powerful thing. Its powers are subtle, so subtle that the Actor probably didn’t even notice he was being changed in the first place. As Mark said “the more you stay in that House, the more it drives you toward things it wants you to do… and the worst part is it convinces you that you thought of it in the first place.”

The Entity could have been the one to suggest that he keeps killing himself. It could have very well been the one to lead him to his death in the first place. And the worst thing is that the Actor wouldn’t have a clue they weren’t his thoughts. He is a puppet without realising it, an actor for the Entity to direct in whichever way it wants.

It’s a gradual, awful process. And Actor? As the ‘heartbroken idiot’, the man Mark describes as being a ‘pawn’, that had a lot of time alone in the Manor depressed and bitter over being hurt? He didn’t stand a chance against it.

By the time we meet Actor in WKM, it is very unlikely much of the original man remains at all. While he acts cheery and cocky as usual in the beginning, the bitter puppet we see in the Void after we die and the mania-driven ‘hero’ from DAMIEN is most likely all that remains of the original. Mark from the WKM Explanation Stream explained that “every time [Actor] died, he got sent to this [Void], and was able to get a deeper understanding of it”. Doing so pushed him further and further into the embrace of the Entity, until he was nothing more than a pawn. A puppet.

Actors have little to no control over the scene they play out. It’s the director’s job to push them in the direction they want. And the relationship between the Actor and the Entity seems to function as such: even if the Actor himself doesn’t realise that yet.

And finally, my last point:

No characters are good.

Mark gave a very good quote in the DAMIEN Explanation Stream that I rely on when writing Actor, Dark and Wilford — “no one’s truly, fully, 100% evil”. In the same way, no one is truly, fully, 100% good all the time. It’s impossible. And incredibly relevant when it comes to our three Main Boys, who are all so flawed and broken that it’s not even funny.

We’ll start with Wilford first. It’s easy to forget (for me, at least) all the things he’s done wrong because he’s such a goddamn sweetheart. But- and I won’t go into too much detail- here are some of his ‘crimes’: poaching, murder (several times, as the Colonel and as Warfstache), an affair with his best friend’s wife, with multiple other offences written somewhere in the detective’s study / office (I can’t be bothered finding them dhdjdjnej). Arguably, he also has reason for people to point to him being guilty: he broke his best friend’s heart to the point he tried to kill himself. Which.... is not good.

This is not me hating on William or Wilford as a character. Au contraire, I love them both. But it’s very rare that I see anyone admit Will’s fault in this, or Celine’s (without laying it all on them, naturally, but that’s another story). Will/Wilford is a complicated character who now seems to be far more good than bad (or simply just mad) and has atoned for the past, but more often than not, people overlook his crimes and mistakes and flaws.

The same with Dark, though honestly to a lesser extent. As far as we know, there is very little that Dark has done. We don’t know if he’s killed anyone (other than perhaps Actor in HEIST), we don’t know what his true crimes are because his role is still heavily influenced by the Actor’s bias. But Dark still has his faults and flaws. He’s obsessive and clearly incredibly angry and bitter over what happened, trapped somewhat in the past the same way that Wilford is in the present and Actor in the future. Once again, this isn’t me hating Dark (he’s one of my favourite characters dfhjvffhh), but simply pointing out the negative sides to him, rather than ignoring them. It’s to point out that people — and characters — aren’t 100% good or 100% evil (honestly, they’d be less interesting that way). That includes fan favourites.

Actor is probably the worst out of them. He’s delusional, painfully narcissistic, arrogant and a self-righteous asshole. Nobody is denying that. But underneath that, Mark also describes him as a ‘broken thing’: he’s not the man he used to be. Can he be easily seen as evil now, after everything he’s done? Yes. He’s murdered and he’s betrayed, but let’s not forget he too was murdered and betrayed. This doesn’t excuse what he’s done, but rather offers us insight into his thinking — an eye for an eye. In his eyes, the poker night (at the time) was justified. William and Celine and Damien all betrayed and hurt him, so he was going to hurt them.

Things didn’t go according to plan for him, though. I very much doubt murder was in his original plans, but alas, the Entity twisted his plans unrecognisably. (Whether or not he now regrets the poker night and his actions is up for speculation, and for another post sghcdgb.)

If it is Actor in HEIST and DATE (which I’m very inclined to say it is), it’s clear to me he’s changed: even slightly. Sacrificing himself over and over for Y/N, wooing them with dates and flashy heists, planning everything perfectly for them and giving them the choice on their adventures: now, this could just be me, but that sounds rather far from an evil man. Instead, it sounds to me like Actor knows he’s done bad things, but instead of trying to confront them, he simply runs away from them; he escapes from the reality he’s created by delving into fictional fantasies of adventure where he can finally be the hero.

And that’s not action of a man who is entirely evil. That’s action of a desperate man. A coward, perhaps, but not wholly bad or awful. “A pawn in all this”, as Mark describes him, unable to come to terms with the atrocity of the poker night and what he’s done to his old friends.

To Conclude My Answer!

Actor Mark is my favourite character of all time and has turned into a special interest of mine, but I hope he’s not redeemed. That being said, he is not an ‘evil’ character, and could certainly be redeemed if he ever fully escaped the Entity’s control and owned up to stone for the past (though being redeemed would almost certainly break him — another post for another time).

Everyone’s interpretations of Actorare valid, but I also think it’s important when writing him as close to canon as possible to remember some of Mark’s comments on him, and also to remember his past and how he’s been manipulated by the Entity into something different entirely. While doing so doesn’t excuse his behaviour or awful actions, it offers insight and a way to understand why he’s done certain things!

Ultimately, it’s up to Mark himself to canonise or develop the story and character arcs, which he has done so much already. I cannot WAIT to see where Actor and everybody’s stories end up going, and big preesh to him for making such a heartbreaking wonderful story!!!

If anyone would like to hear me rant more about Actor or the story of WKM and it’s sequels, leave a question or ask and I’ll certainly do it!!

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maniacwatchestheworld · 3 years

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The DA Y/N OC Hunger Games Part 1

Part 2 | Part 10 | Part 11

Is it wise of me to be posting this at like... 4:45 am? Probably not. Am I doing it right now anyway? SURE AM!

So here we are at the first annual (or rather only/ever) DA Y/N OC Hunger Games. A horrible struggle for survival is taking place. Our combatants are in the arena and ready for battle. Time for round 1!

Gray ( @without-celine ) isn't sure whether to cry, laugh, or tear their hair out.

Seth ( @who-killed-the-da ) wishes they could go home.

Link ( @eddeha ) hums a song to himself.

Mike ( @ask-mike-the-da ) fails to grasp the gravity of the situation.

Great start. Completely understandable for said parties.

Dee's bad brain turns them into a horrible person...

Oh no! Bad brain strikes! Dee is now Devious! Deevious? HAHA! THESE ARE THE JOKES, PEOPLE!

??? ( @youraverageauprocrastinator ) could get used to this place.

... Now what the fuck, ???? DON’T YOU BE GETTING USED TO THIS! YOU‘RE SUPPOSED TO BE SUFFERING! How dare.

Athena (Pre-WKM) ( @withjust-a-bite ) wasn't looking and fell off a cliff...

Fucking oof. The trophy for first to die goes to Athena! Someone had to do it, and unfortunately it was you. Hopefully your future self fares better!

Y/N ( @purple-anxiety-blog ) looks on the verge of snapping.

Celine tries to get others to notice her.

Can I just imagine that Celine is trying to seduce Y/N (purple-anxiety-blog) here...? Actually they would be pretty cute together. But Y/N (purple-anxiety-blog) isn’t taking it very well. At all. But I mean... Fair. Celine was pretty complacent in the whole mirror thing.

Eerie ( @eerietheda ) attacks Y/N ( @ask-the-wkm-group ) from behind and murders them!

So... Uh... Remember how you said that Y/N (ask-the-wkm-group) wouldn’t last a single round...? Well... Unfortunately you were right! Very sorry to see them go. *Sad canon shots.* To be fair though, Eerie may just be one of the most terrifying contestants in this game. And at the very least, you can continue to watch your roomies/buddies live on and fight in your place. u.u

Damien really doesn't want to, but he finds himself having to get rid of Link ( @eddeha ).

Uh... Jesus fucking Christ, Damien? What the actual fuck!? What did Link do that was so bad that he needed to be killed!? Was his humming really THAT heinous!? And they were so cheerful a moment ago too! APPARENTLY DAMIEN’S OUT FOR BLOOD TONIGHT, KIDS! You had best watch yourselves!

Or maybe he just isn’t taking Y/N (ask-the-wkm-group)’s death very well and has immediately decided to go feral.

(Actor) Mark is only looking out for himself.

But I mean... Isn’t he always...?

Moria ( @xshatteredreflectionsx ) tries to kill Arthur ( @arthur-the-district-attorney ), but Arthur retaliates and kills her instead.

Woof. Very sorry to see you go, dear! Better luck next time! Whispers and Arthur is usually so nice too... I suppose that’s just the way it goes sometimes. This really is turning out to the quite a bloodbath isn’t it? Even though it’s only the first round!

Abe feels strong enough to handle anything.

Alice ( @chelseareferenced ) is being adorable as always.

Alright. Alright. We got two A’s doing A-okay here!

Wilford Warfstache isn't sure whether to cry, laugh, or tear his hair out.

Yeah. That sounds about right. Pretty average day for him, really. He probably hasn’t even realized that a deathbattle has started around him yet. I’m sure he’ll be delighted once he finds out!

Rosie ( @lostanddrowned ) sobs quietly...

Bethany ( @ask-bethany-and-dark ) looks for someone dumb enough to believe her.

William wonders about the future.

Well, Will, if you would take a look to your right, you can see exactly what your future has in store for you! Apparently mostly just sitting on a rock and losing your mind, it seems.

Y/N ( @the-tragic-hero-and-you ) fails to grasp the gravity of the situation.

And hey! Would you look at that. Y/N (the-tragic-hero-and-you) has exceeded all of your expectations and has survived past the first round! Congrats! (However, in all of practice matches I did before this they actually did immediately die in the first round. So lucky day for them!)

Abe wants to end things once and for all with Y/N ( @dormats-town ).

Abe bites the dust!

And the “How Dare You Kill Abe He Did Nothing Wrong” Award goes to Y/N (dormats-town)! How dare you. Did you even know him!? I feel like the two of you would have gotten along great! Well, too bad. He’s dead now.

Veridia ( @ask-the-femaleda ) finally snaps!

Veridia is now frenzied!

Well... You had best watch out for her! Veridia is out for blood! (I guess she’s just following Damien’s example to its natural conclusion.)

Dylan ( @the-mirror-realm ) finds a slingshot! How quaint...

Might be useful in a pinch.

Hey hey hey! Lucky day for Dylan! They’re the first one to find an item! (Even in the practice matches your Y/Ns are just really randomly good at finding shit. Real weird...)

Lillian ( @indic0lite ) tries to get others to notice them.

Hey! Why don’t you hang out with Celine and the two of you can try seduce each other!? Or you could seduce literally... Every one else. But together! ... Actually the two of them would be really cute together as well... Aaaaaand now Grifters by Charming Disaster is in my head again!

Arthur ( @arthur-the-district-attorney ) tries to kill Seth ( @who-killed-the-da ), but Seth retaliates and kills him instead.

Huh. So I feel like Arthur may just deserve an award for being the person to go from killer to killee the quickest! And in round 1 no less! Congrats on your even score sheet, Arthur! But also how dare you make Seth kill. They are babby.

Athena (Post-WKM) ( @withjust-a-bite ) won't give up so easily.

Well given how your past self JUST died, you had better not!

Y/N ( @ask-the-mirror-da ) calms down for good, no longer subject to the whims of a changing brain.

........... Huh. So apparently Y/N (ask-the-mirror-da) has IMMEDIATELY stopped being a madlad the MOMENT they stepped into the arena. They are no longer a lunatic. So sad. A shame, really. This must be some serious shit going on right here.

Darkiplier mopes around uselessly.

HAH! Worthless edgelord.

Daffodil ( @shattered-da ) finds some leather scraps, just enough to patch together some rudimentary clothing.

It looks rather caveman-like.

Very primitive. But adorable. Gotta love it.

And that is the end of round 1! 6 dead. 24 remaining. Who’s going to die next? Who’s going to thrive in the field of glorious battle!? Find out next time in Round 2 of the DA Y/N OC Honger Games!

#DA Y/N battle royale #hunger games simulator

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gottawriteanegoortwo · 3 years

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Mermay - Dilliam - Getting To Know You

William and Damien want to get to know each other, but these things take time. There are more important matters that need to be addressed first.

Read the first part here!

Word Count: 2,159

Sure enough, early the next day William hobbled down the steps to the shore. He kept his balance with one hand, and gripped a flask with the other. Unlike the previous day, he wore more layers to keep warm. It made the chilly morning more bearable as the pair sat on the picnic bench. Even so, Damien's high energy and energetic gesturing as he told William the story of when he first met his extended merfamily was infectious. William kept the hot flask in both hands as he sat forward to take in everything and encourage Damien with more questions.

At one point, Damien seemed to snap out of the moment and throw William a concerned look.

"I'm sorry… this, this isn't too much, is it? I don't get to talk about my experiences too much -" He was cut off when he felt a warm hand on his.

"Keep talking. I want to hear everything." William's smile was so wide, it could be seen either side of his bushy moustache. He gave Damien's another reassuring squeeze before lifting his hand away; and Damien had to rapidly suppress the instinct to snatch the hand back. It was such a simple thing, yet Damien felt comfortable enough to keep going.

As it turned out, it was very easy to talk to William. He knew nothing about the world of the ocean, except a small selection of fish names… and even that wasn't right:

("Oh yeah! An orca! That's the one with a horn, right?"

"No. It's the large whale that is black with white markings."

"... Then what am I thinking of?"

"Either a unicornfish or a narwhal, I'd imagine.")

However, as William would later argue, it was because he was normally assigned to tasks on land and was better acquainted with recognising animals, something that Damien was not too confident on:

("But what about that big cat with the hair? You know, the one that has the hair all around its head like this!"

"... Damien, that's what I've been telling you about. Male lions have manes, see?"

"... I knew that.")

Back and forth the conversation went, and Damien could feel a pang of disappointment when Mark came down to accompany them when he returned from rehearsals. Then, to make matters worse, William got a call from Celine regarding something that needed to be reassembled ASAP, so he had to scramble back up.

"Hey… Damien?" Mark broke the silence that had descended on the rocky coast. "I know you were told William was staying for a day or two, but if he gets the all-clear to take off the boot at his appointment tomorrow he has offered to stay longer to help us with odd jobs around the house. Would you be okay with that?"

"Why are you asking me? I don't live here." Damien made quite a considerable effort to give a calm response, and he could only hope that Mark couldn't see through the flimsy act. "It doesn't really affect me what happens up there."

"Well… I wasn’t sure if you were going to continue on your travels soon. If you need to keep on track of your itinerary, don't let our possible change of plan mess with that." Mark's response had Damien cursing his sister. Did both Celine and her partner know about his plight? But Damien knew Mark. If that was the case, there would be obvious teasing. Maybe it was genuine concern on the actor's part.

"It's alright. I'm not under any time restriction, remember?" One key difference between humans and merfolk was how humans were obsessed with time and schedules, whereas merfolk were more flexible and carefree. "I don't mind staying a little longer. It's nice to be with family again. I'd be a fool to hurry off too fast and miss out on this." Mark's face lit up as he turned to pick up a bag Damien hadn't noticed originally. It was passed to him without any hesitation.

"Speaking of being with family - here. I had this commissioned for you. Consider it a 'new home' gift from both myself and Celine." The merman gingerly opened the present, surprised when he pulled out a small stacked stone ornament on a waterproof pedestal, complete with aqua blue natural sea glass for decoration. "I know you enjoy travelling the seas. Just know that we want this to be your home as much as it is ours when you are in the area. I might only be your brother-in-law to be, but you are still family, and this can be your home if you want it to be. There’s nothing too hard for us to do to make this your home. Just say the word - I have a credit card." Mark reached forward to ruffle Damien's hair, earning himself a dramatically offended hiss in response.

When Mark left, Damien took the decoration in his hands. It was beautiful, and he was enamoured by it… But it made something in his stomach twist. A home… such a concept was different between a merfolk and a human. If they wanted this to be his 'home', were they going to make some sort of enclosure and expect him to ‘settle down’? Celine wouldn't, he knew she never would. Even so, there was the worry if she felt sorry that he would never have a 'home' in the way a human can.

He put the gift into the chest to keep it safe and slipped into the water. He needed time to think about this.

"You sure you want to help out? I was kidding about working you to the bone." Celine accompanied William back to the car after his appointment the next day. The crutch and boot were gleefully returned as he was given the all-clear. Now all that was needed was to simply not break it again any time soon.

"Of course! You expect Mark to move things around for you? Or are you planning on killing your fiancé by letting him try his hand at wiring a new light in one of the empty rooms?" He threw Celine an accusatory glare when she laughed at the suggestion. Thankfully, the conversation returned to the matter at hand as they spent the drive to the hardware store deciding what needed to be done in the seafront cottage.

"Can I ask you a favour?" Celine had stopped in the middle of the 'outdoor' section during their shopping expedition. William screeched the shopping cart to a halt so he could reverse and see what caught her attention. "I want to make the rock pool a place Damien feels comfortable to call home. The positioning of the rocks means it's sheltered from the tides, but I don't know how safe it will be from winter storms. I don't suppose there's anything you can do about that?" William's eyes went from Celine to see what inspired her to request such a job. It was a rock waterfall, an ornament for a garden. The colour of the rocks matched the ones by the sea.

"I'm not sure, only because I've not seen much of it. It'd depend on if the 'pool' is shallow or not. I could try and add some extra support to those rocks that frame the water, maybe check what supports are normally put along beaches to protect coastal towns?" Celine nodded as William spoke, fetching several LED lamps and dropping them into the cart.

"We should ask Damien when we return. I didn't want to bring it up too soon after we moved in because I know he's not one for staying in one place for too long. I suppose it's the mer instincts at play." When she noticed William's confusion, Celine continued, "When we grow up, we normally want to settle down in a house of our own, right? Merfolk might have nesting grounds or communities of their own, but they tend to travel since they can cover large distances in a short amount of time. It's why Damien would often disappear for months at a time." She sighed as she shoved her hands into her pockets. "I wanted a house by the sea so Damien would have a place he could call home too and feel he can stay longer. I can't protect him if he's forever travelling."

"Protect him?"

"You've heard the stories, right? Where people have exotic 'pets' that are categorised as 'mythical'? Having a merman as beautiful as Damien is one thing, but one with fluency in English and an awareness of human behaviours would be a valuable asset to American collectors… Or worse." Even if her hands were hidden, William knew her fists were tightly clenched in anger at the thought of something bad happening. "I don't want anyone to hurt him. Even if he travels the seas and has plenty of connections, he's still my little brother."

"Hey," William braved putting a hand on Celine's shoulder, "It's okay. He'll be okay. We can go back and see how he feels about rubber duck decorations." He pulled back to lift the item in question. They were tiny LED lights on a string, but each light was encased in a small model that resembled a toy rubber duck. "If we got a few of these and draped them around the rocks, it'd really look like home. And look! They're half-price. It's meant to be, Celine." Though still worried for her brother, the distraction worked as Celine finally cracked a smile and lightly shoved William. "What? Oh! You're right. That's far too ambitious. Just the one will do." That was that as it was innocently dropped in, followed by an actual rubber duck toy.

"Trust me. I might not be an outside landscaper-person, but I know we'll be able to make the rock pool the most spiffing place this side of the seven seas!"

To William's credit, he had only gathered a handful of impulse purchases that he paid for himself, including a pair of small hanging mirror shaped like a crescent moon and a star as a belated housewarming present ("Mark is the star 'cause he an actor, and you're the moon 'cause of your magic stuff."). Everything else was relevant to the required home improvement jobs that William would be working on over the next few weeks. Once they had brought everything inside, it was then the turn of Mark to bring William out of the house and make the drive to William's family home. William could grab his tools and show his elderly parents that his leg had fully healed. His mother insisted they take a loaf of homemade bread and some cupcakes with them once she had smothered William in hugs and kisses and made him promise to come by while he was in the area.

Meanwhile, the twins sat on one of the large rocks, gazing out over the sea. Damien rested his head on Celine's shoulder as she told him about how her job was going and some of the ideas for the home renovation now that William was staying and ready to work. Damien held her phone, idly scrolling through the photos as she explained what was going on, until he realised the next few photos were of the area they were in.

"- some sort of way to make this place a little safer in the storms. Do you think you could have a think and see what can be done?"

"I'll think about it." Damien returned the phone to Celine as he sat up straight. "Whatever happens will happen, I suppose."

"But this is your home. Whatever happens here is your choice first and foremost."

"Yeah, sure."

"Damien. I'm serious." She reached out to put a hand on his shoulder, only for him to pull away. The fins on his collarbones flared briefly in agitation.

"This is your home, Celine. You don't need to pretend that I have a say in any of this, or that you'd even listen to what I'd want anyway. I don't need your pity because I can't go buy a house like you can."

"That's not what this about-"

"Isn't it? Don't think I never heard those conversations you had with Mom and Dad about wishing I could 'settle down'. I'd bet you even want to build me some sort of little enclosure to make up for that fact."

"Damien, stop that!" But it was too late. He had slipped into the water. Confused and frustrated, but wanting to avoid further argument, Celine stormed back up to the house.

Mark and William had decided to cut into the bread when the back door opened. Their argument on what would best accompany their snacks was abruptly cut off as Celine marched past them and down the corridor, before a door slammed shut. A silent nod was swapped between the men. Something happened between the twins. Food could wait. They needed to get to the bottom of this. ---

(I normally don’t stick these notes on the bottom, but I’m planning on spreading out this story over the month. It’s currently 20 pages on g.oogle docs total, so there definitely will be more. However, I will be putting the next part up tomorrow since 1. I’m not mean to leave it on a cliffhanger for several days and 2. It was waaay too long to put everything as one chapter)

#mermay #dilliam #writersofmark #mayor damien #william j barnum #(I never wanna tag Mark and Celine since they play a minor role)#Blue Soul (Damien)#Eccentric Goof (Colonel)#Shattered Heart (Mark Doom)#Red Soul (Celine)#(read-more is for tidiness! :D )

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blueheartedmayor · 3 years

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Dante Lore

Okay, so I’ve had a few ideas earlier on today, and now I’m getting a chance to write it down. I’ve already nagged the ears off of a few poor friends, so I’m giving the option of a read-more so it can be ignored! :D Also, it’s VERY long, this is your warning. I’ll be covering the following topics:

1. “Dante” as an identity. 2. Dante breaking character... Mostly. 3. The Younger Seer Twin, and the Consequences of that. 4. Miscellaneous human headcanons!

Note: For the sake of not confusing matters, I’m calling him Dante regardless of whether I’m talking about him as he is now or when he was human.

1. “Dante” as an identity.

I’ve already written about Dante calling himself an entity here before. Another option is ‘monster’, and at present he is rather uncomfortable with being referred as one. A lot of this stems from his own trauma of existing without humanity for so long. He is genuinely scared of ‘slipping’ back into that ‘monster’ mindset and never snapping out of it again. Not only that, he has seen how Darks in other timelines act. He doesn’t want to go that far.

(By accurate definition, he’s a ghost trapped in a body, but I’ll come back to that.)

Realistically, he's past the point of being in the 'danger zone' of slipping permanently after a bad day... But that doesn’t alleviate the fear. He’s had bad days where he has ‘slipped’, but he has eventually pulled himself back. It's a big factor in the intrusive thoughts that developed once he became ‘Dante’. I imagine those thoughts that had been at the forefront of his mind over the years had turned against him, tempting him back to better times. No guilt, no stress, no pains - all it would cost is his humanity. What could be better?

So he’s still trying to determine his sense of ‘self’. He isn’t ‘Dark’, he isn’t ‘Damien’. He’s trying to find that middle ground where he feels comfortable being ‘himself’, whatever that is. That will start by himself gradually becoming more comfortable with being in the ‘here and now’. Being in good company is certainly helping. The goal would be that he would stop comparing himself to the ideal self and the dreaded self and find the parts of his personality that he likes separate from both of them. Right now, he only sees himself as an exhausted, grumpy soul who is constantly in pain, so he’s got a long way to go.

2. Dante breaking character... Mostly.

One reason why Dante is a little messy in who he is is because he’s a Dark (that is solely a ‘Damien’ rather than an amalgamation) that has broken out of the role he was forced into... But he still hasn’t broken out of the ‘character’.

Think about it for a second. He wants out of the ‘story’, and his only connection to the mess should be watching over the modern!Mark he accidentally involved and whatever egos he knows, right? So then why does he still hold onto the belief that he’ll find peace if he gets his body back? Why does he feel he has to dress well instead of dressing in warm, comfortable clothes that would help lessen any potential pains? These are ties that still keep him connected to the ‘story’, whether he likes it or not. Breaking from these will help him move on, though he doesn’t realise these hold him back. Not only that, he’s almost replaced the Actor in the original role - fitting when his soul is technically linked to that body. He carries the burden of pains, the desire to be left alone, and the want to pass on and find peace.

3. The Younger Seer Twin, and the Consequences of that.

Both Dante and Celine had the magic skills required to interact with the world beyond. For Dante, he could see spirits very clearly. When he and Celine were children, they used to chat with some ghosts they met, as she could hear them better than he could. At first, the parents and staff assumed they were talking to imaginary friends, but the family were unimpressed when they realised the truth. With a bad history of the occult in the family tree, both twins were discouraged from continuing. It was at this point that Dante stopped training. He had natural talent, but it was undeveloped. Why else was he disappointed rather than surprised in his sister confessing her training in the occult? As a result, he has some pros and cons when he aided in the séance later:

Cons: - Untrained. Was not protected from outside influence properly, and would be unable to defend himself. - Vulnerable to possession and outside manipulation/ghostly influence (will clarify)

Pros: - Better vessel to hold the stronger power. Had the entity taken him instead, it would have been able to leave. - Natural talent. He learned to not notice ghosts, but he’d be able to see them if he focused on the idea. - Working with Celine allows them to be a powerful duo (assuming Celine set the required boundaries to keep them both safe).

To focus on one con in particular. Since Dante didn’t have enough training to keep himself grounded and protected, he was a little more susceptible to ghostly influences than he ought to be when he was alive. The presence of an angry ghost could make him more irritable, while a lamenting ghost might have others surprised that tears were falling down his face. You could actually see this affect Dante during WKM. The best example is that he’s easily convinced there’s a storm outside, yet steps out multiple times into a beautiful, sunny day. Not once does he consider the idea of leaving.

On the topic of ‘consequences’, I think I’ve mentioned before that Dante didn’t die in the house. His soul was simply tossed out. That’s why Celine (who had died) had to go to such lengths to protect him. A living soul in the unforgiving place that is the void would have been pounced on by the darker creatures that lived deep within. Not only that, he died in that void, which further complicated matters for him, turning him into a ‘living ghost’, so to speak.

4. Miscellaneous human headcanons!

* As a human, Dante had a HORRIBLE temper, but no one knew about it. He grew up seeing Celine snap in frustration and get in trouble for it. As the son, he was encouraged to be courteous and polite, but ultimately it made him bottle up his negative feelings. While the modern cycle (AKA the modern Damien I normally write) has good patience but might briefly snap, Dante’s temper was EXPLOSIVE when it got the best of him. It was a rare sight, but it was truly a moment. If anything, it was almost like he was briefly possessed by a demon. Now doesn’t that sound like a headline in a newspaper that we saw somewhere...? (This also means that modern!Dante struggling with some emotions is a direct consequence of this)

*Another issue with this was that Dante seems ‘closed off’ to those that he didn’t know too well. He keeps his cards close to his chest, but it meant that people who worked with him for months would not know a lot about him. (But those that do know him well know he can be a little bit of a smartass)

* He didn’t trust Abe. During the poker night, he was polite, but couldn’t shake the feeling that something was ‘off’. It was only amplified when the detective began acting strange the next day during the investigation. If the House had let Dante find the investigation room, it would have caused a confrontation, I’m sure of it.

* He came from a very good family, one that had good money and reputation in the city he grew up in. It’s how he was able to learn instruments, dances for social parties, and other important skills. All to be a perfect young man in the eyes of society.

* Dante was essentially trained to be a lawyer to continue the family legacy from when he was a child as the only son of the family. He didn’t have much of a choice growing up about what he wanted to do, especially when they realised at a young age that he was academically bright. Going into politics was also something the family ‘encouraged’ to keep in the good circles. Dante was lucky that he found satisfaction in the career. But if you had asked him what his dream career was when he was a child (or what he would do if he wasn’t a lawyer/mayor), he wouldn’t be able to answer you. He was never allowed the luxury to imagine that possibility.

* He was also encouraged to keep his distance from others. According to his family, it was only good to be physically affectionate with someone when he was married to them, but he was known to hug the ‘gang’ in his younger days. It is partly why modern Dante has such an issue with touch.

* Dante LOVED the snow. Winter was his favourite time of year, but he was always interested in travelling to somewhere with snow. He adored how peaceful the world looked under a blanket of snow.

* He’s sensible when it comes to gambling games, but he’s a little ambitious when it comes to games that don’t have money attached (example, playing poker with poker chips instead of money). His legal training makes it that he’s good at keeping a straight face, but his university friend is better at it.

#danteheadcanon #(not okay to reblog)#(I constantly struggle with my confidence in Dante but gdi I'm not giving up on him.)#(it's over 1300 words under the read-more D: )#(I also realised Damien!Dante needed some proper flaws that could carry over)#(up until now he was literally just 'soft babey' so I wanna develop that in time)

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orange-waterfalls · 4 years

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Remembrance

Wilford x Mirror!GN!Reader

@speedyprofessionalpandaweasel ty for the request!

A/N: IT'S REAL SAD BOY HOURS! Our boy Wilford remembers things! Bad things! Angst! Angst everywhere! He loves us! But guess what? We're in a MIRROR. Uh... No cursing, so... PG. Warning: A bit of blood. I think a breakdown. Yeah. It took so long because ya boi dislocated his shoulder ahaha. Happy Holidays!, everyone! Enjoy!

Asks are open!

Word Count: 2.8k

Wilford sat in a chair, hyperventilating. He had his head in his hands with his fingers tangled in his hair. He was wearing a very loud and joyful outfit, the complete opposite of how he was feeling. He stared at the ground. He felt bad. He felt so bad.

He didn't remember much, he knew. He knew there were things missing from his brain. Things that were important. But he didn't remember them. Most of the time.

Then there were the occasional times were he did something and some of it came back. He normally forgot about it five minutes later.

This time, he remembered someone. Someone important. Someone dear to him.

He couldn't remember their name. Why couldn't he remember their name? Were they a lawyer? Yeah, they were a lawyer… they were a District Attorney! He was friends with them!

…why could he remember that but not their name?

More importantly, what did he do to them?

He could remember their face, but he could only remember one expression.

Complete and utter terror.

They were standing there, blood on their hands, staring at him with wide eyes.

What did he do to them?

He knew he had killed people before, but this was different. This was so much different.

This was more important.

He took a deep breath in and tried to slow his heart. His breathing was ragged and he was shaking. Why was he thinking about them now? What triggered this memory? Who were they?

He decided that the best thing to do was to go to sleep and hope for the best. He fell back into the chair and closed his eyes.

William stood in the hall, pointing his gun at the detective.

Hang on… his name was Wilford, not William…

But in this dream, and in this moment, he was William J. Barnum. It was a familiar name, but he couldn't recognize from where.

He heard a voice talking to him, but he couldn't process what the man was saying. He looked like a detective from an old movie… maybe that's what he was…

"... You murderer!" The detective shouted. Murderer? What was he talking about? William felt more confused than anything, but a sudden anger appeared in his brain.

"I didn't kill anybody!" He yelled back, not really thinking about what was being said by him and to him. "This is madness!"

"You wanna talk about madness? Madness is stealing your best friend's wife!" The detective spat. William felt the rage boiling inside him. Celine? Was he talking about Celine? How dare he talk about Celine!

… why did he know Celine?

"Madness is squeezing him for cash to fund your own sick, sexual exploits with that very woman!" He continued. The anger continued to rise in William.

"Shut up!" He yelled. He didn't know why he was so angry. But he was so, so very angry.

"Madness is plotting the death of your childhood friend because you can't handle the tru--" the detective's monologue came to a sudden halt. He heard thunder and a gunshot.

William watched the detective as he slowly sank to the floor. He looked like he was trying his hardest to stay on his feet, but he just couldn't. A bullet to the chest can do that to a person. Abe dropped his gun.

Abe… his name was Abe… why did he shoot Abe? Because he was angry?

William felt someone grab his arm and try to wrestle his gun from him. He wouldn't let them take it. Why not? Why couldn't he just let go of the gun? Just let go. Let go!

Another gunshot.

William looked at the person in front of him. It was them. The District Attorney. His friend.

And he just shot them.

They stood for a moment, their eyes glazed over. They were clutching their stomach and looking at the gun in his hand. They looked down at their bloody hands, and then back up at William.

Confusion. Betrayal.

Complete and utter terror.

William reached out to try and catch them, but they were already falling over the railing.

"It was an accident, I swear!"

Wilford woke in a cold sweat.

Oh God. He killed his friend.

No… no he didn't. He didn't kill them. He didn't kill anybody.

He had seen them… they had woken up… they had walked around the mansion…

Where were they?

He looked around, breathing heavily, before seeing his phone on the floor. He scrambled to pick it up and shakily dialed Darkiplier.

One ring…

Two rings…

Three…

"Hello, Wil." He monotoned from the other line. Wilford smiled.

"Howdy do, Dark!" He slurred. "Hey uh… I was wondering if…"

"Yes? If what, Wil?" Dark urged him on.

"Do… do you remember the District Attorney?" He asked quietly. He heard a high-pitched noise. He stuck a finger in his ear, thinking it was just his own ears ringing. The noise didn't stop. Then, it stopped abruptly.

"Dark?"

"I do." Wilford raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Oh, good! Where are they? They were alive the last time I saw them…" He heard Darkiplier sigh and felt a sense of dread.

"They're… at the mansion…" he mumbled. Wilford found that strange. The great Darkiplier never mumbled!

"Oh, great! Do they live there?"

"You could say that…"

"Can I go visit? Please?" Darkiplier grunted in frustration.

"Yes, but… you have to listen to me, okay?"

"Okay… what's the problem?"

Not exactly alive? What was that supposed to mean? You lived at the mansion, therefore, you were alive! He found it a tad weird that you'd want to live in the attic, but he could hardly judge. He hadn't lived in a house of his own in years.

He walked up to the entrance of Markiplier mansion and took a deep breath in.

"Ah, this brings back memories…" he said dreamily. He pushed the door open and walked inside, immediately coughing because of all the dust.

You lived here? God, did you know how to clean?

He waved the dust away from his face and began walking through the mansion. It looked like nothing had been used in years…

He looked at every room in the house. There was the same furniture, but absolutely nothing else was different or even there, anymore. No food, no clothes, no nothing. You couldn't possibly live here…

He headed up the stairs and into the attic. He opened the door and started hacking his lungs out. This was even worse!

He looked around and saw nothing, so he walked over to a chair and sat down. He looked behind him and removed a cover from something. He coughed and waved the dust away. He saw that it was a mirror and raised an eyebrow. He remembered this! Wasn't it in the hall? How did it break?

He shook his head, thinking it was probably due to some children messing around near the mansion or something.

"Pfft. Kids these days…" he scoffed and turned back around. He sat in the chair and bounced his leg. Dark had given him his cane, and Wilford had no idea why. It seemed pretty pointless.

He looked at his phone and at Dark's text.

Just sit in the chair in front of the mirror and wait.

Wilford sighed. Where could you be? How long would he have to wait?

It didn't matter. This was important. So, Wilford sat and waited for you.

You sat in the darkness, knees in your chest, and let the tears fall down your face. You were so lonely… you were so lonely…

You missed everyone. You missed Damien, you missed Celine, you missed Abe, you missed Benjamin, Chef, George…

Goddammit, you even missed Mark.

You needed somebody, anybody to talk to…

You were so lonely…

No point in crying. It wasn't gonna do anything. Hasn't done anything so far… you might as well just sleep. Even if you didn't need to, it did make you feel better. You closed your eyes.

You heard something.

At first, you brushed it off as your imagination. You had a lot of hallucinations, since you'd been trapped in nothingness for a century.

That's what it felt like, at least.

Then, you heard coughing. You shoot up from your spot and looked around.

What was that? Who the hell was that? Where were they? Were they in there with you? How long had they been there?

You took a deep breath to calm yourself. You started tapping your fingers on your forehead.

"Okay… you're okay… you're alright… it's alright…" you whispered.

You heard a cough. That was fine… it was probably just your imagination

"Pfft. Kids these days…" a voice echoed.

A voice you recognized.

A voice you knew very, very well.

You walked towards where you thought the noise came from for what seemed like hours. Where was he? Where was he?

"Jesus, where are they?" The voice complained. You began to run.

You knew where it was coming from. Outside. No one had visited you since you got trapped. Why now? Why now of all times? You squeezed your eyes closed and kept running, even though you felt the pain in your body. Even though the darkness was telling you to turn back. Even though the ringing in your ears kept getting louder and louder and the static was becoming more prominent in your brain. You kept running.

And then you stopped.

You stared at the broken mirror, static filling in for the missing pieces. You stared, not wanting to make any sudden noises or movements in case it wasn't real. You needed it to be.

You could recognize that cane anywhere.

"William?"

Wilford brought his head up from his hand and looked around.

What was that? Who was that? Who said something?

He calmed down after looking for a minute or two. Probably nothing… he heard plenty of things that weren't there…

It was probably nothing.

He laid his cheek back into his hand and leaned his elbow on the armrest. He closed his eyes.

"Will!" Someone called out. Wilford stood up and brandished his gun.

"Alright, who was that? Come out!" He demanded.

"Will!" They said, their voice cracking a bit. He spun around towards the mirror. And there was… a person…

What?

"What are you doing in there?" He tilted his head. "How do you know my name?" The person started crying.

Oh no. Did he say something wrong?

"Will, it's me!" They laughed, tears streaming down their face. "Colonel! It's Y/N!"

All the memories of you came flooding back to him. Wilford dropped the gun and gasped softly. He stumbled back a bit before running up to the mirror.

"Y/N?" He whispered. You nodded and let out a sob. He put both hands on the mirror. You did the same. He smiled and started to cry.

"N/N!" He sobbed out.

"Will!" Both of you were crying and laughing at the same time. You saw something dark trail down the static and frowned. Wilford removed his hand from the mirror to reveal bleeding palms.

"Will, your--"

"Why are you in there? When did you get in there?" He rambled. You opened your mouth to answer, but he kept going. "How did you get in there? Who did this? What happened?"

"Will!" He stopped and looked up at you. You looked worried and confused. He saw you back at the mansion. You tilted your head in confusion when he ran his fingers through his hair and dropped to his knees.

"I-I hurt you…" he mumbled. "I hurt you bad… I'm so sorry,"

"Colonel, it's-"

"Why are you calling me Colonel?" Your knitted your eyebrows together. What did he mean?

You looked at him, trying to analyze what was wrong. His hair was messy, his mustache was… pink? His clothes were very bright and loud, they hurt your eyes a bit. You looked at his eyes.

Pain. Regret.

Forget.

"What happened to you, William?" You asked.

"My name's Wilford…" he corrected. You raised your eyebrows. That could be a sign of a problem.

"Ok… what happened, Wilford?" you asked. He sobbed and tears spilled from his eyes.

"I-I remembered you…" he explained. "I remembered you and your face and… and then I had a dream… And I killed you…" Wilford put his face in his hands. You decided to take things slowly.

"Ok, Willia--Wilford… you're okay…" you consoled. "Why don't we… start with your questions?"

"Ok," he nodded, "Why are you in there?"

"I'm not sure."

"Okay… When did you get in there?"

"I've lost track of time… um… the last time I saw you."

"How did you get in there?"

"I think… Damien did something… or Celine… or the mansion itself? I-I'm not sure."

"Damien? Celine? The mansion?"

"They mean me," a voice echoed behind Wilford. He turned around and saw Darkiplier standing there.

"Dark? You did this?" Wilford questioned. He turned back to the mirror and he frowned.

You looked so terrified of Darkiplier. The only other time he'd seen you that scared was when he shot you…

He never wanted to see you like this again.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey, it's okay! You're okay!" He tried to calm you. You began to cry.

No, no, no, no, no! This was not okay!

"Dark, get out." Wilford demanded frantically, wanting to make you feel better. Darkiplier scoffed.

"Wilford, you can't just--"

"Out." Wilford stood directly in front of Darkiplier. He knew better than to point his gun. He could intimidate just fine without it.

Darkiplier took a step back. He adjusted his suit before disappearing. Wilford spun back around to you, his face immediately softening. He walked back up and sat his hands back on the broken glass.

"Y/N, how do I get you out of there?" He asked, frantically looking around the mirror.

"I-I don't know if you can, Wil…" He furrowed his eyebrows and stared at you.

"What?"

"I don't… I don't think I have a body anymore…"

"N-No… Y-you could… you could…" he shook his head and tried to come up with something, anything. He couldn't. You sat your hand on the mirror where one of his was.

"I… appreciate that you came to visit, I do…" your voice wavered and Wilford continued to shake his head. "But… I don't think seeing me a lot will be very healthy for you… I want you to move on, okay?"

"No! I can't!" He cried.

"Why not?" You asked softly. He gulped. He didn't know this… feeling he got whenever he thought about you, but it felt familiar.

"I… don't understand a lot of things…" he began. You tilted your head, wondering where he was going with this. "But… there's one thing I know, and it's how love feels… I think I love you, Y/N…"

"But… Celine?"

"I-I don't know how I feel about Celine anymore… but… she's gone and… I know how I feel about you…"

"I love you too, Wil." He smiled at you, but it dropped upon seeing your sad face. "But… it's a little too late for that…"

"What? No!"

"I can't… do anything for you. I can't hug you, touch you, just be there for you… I can't do any of that…" you sat your other palm on top of his. "I'd… rather you try and find somebody else…"

"I don't want somebody else!" He shouted. You flinched at the volume. "I… I want you…"

"Sometimes, we can't get what we want, Wil…"

"It's not fair…"

"I know it's not."

"I don't even get to kiss you…"

"I'm sorry." Wilford took his hands away from the mirror and looked at his bloody palms. "You should get that patched up…" he nodded.

He picked his gun and cane up from the floor. He also picked up the cloth that was originally over the mirror. He took one last good look at your smile, even if it was sad.

"Goodbye, Y/N…"

"Bye, Wilford… don't forget me."

"I won't. I promise." He took a deep breath and tossed the cloth over the mirror, covering it. He stared at it for a moment before hearing footsteps echoed from inside. You left.

He dragged his feet to the attic door and opened it. Darkiplier was standing there waiting for him.

"So?" The ego asked.

"I can't… be with them…"

"That's correct."

"I want to be…"

"I know you do."

"Dark?"

"Yes, Wil?"

"Why did you put them in there?" Darkiplier thought for a moment before closing his eyes and sighing.

"Because… I wanted them to be okay."

"Okay…"

"Something else on your mind?"

"Why'd they call me Colonel?" That question cause Darkiplier to tense up. Wilford frowned.

Darkiplier sighed and took the cane from Wilford. He patted the man's shoulder.

"That's a story for another day." Wilford nodded and walked down the stairs.

Darkiplier looked back at the open attic door. He stared at the mirror for a second, wondering if he could help them somehow… he'd tried before, but he could've tried harder. He didn't have much reason to before. No one remembered them and, in there, they were safe. But now, Wilford remembered. And Wilford wasn't going to forget.

"I'll try to get you out of there, friend." He whispered. "I'll try my best."

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Is This Your Card? Part 17: The Groundskeeper

((Abe takes the attorney outside in search of this groundskeeper they claim to have seen, determined to put some distance between his partner and the seer. But the groundskeeper’s warnings come far too late to stop what happens next. (This part includes a few references to Silver and Peppermint and Silent Watch.)

Warning: implied off-screen character deaths and a lot of angst. This post is also on the longer side! I had thought about trying to split it, but there wasn’t a good enough place to split it (plus other reasons).

Link to Part 16: Alone With the Seer))

Abe leaned against the railing in the hallway, eyes locked on the closed door and doing his best to try and ignore the man standing near it. Damien seemed to be doing the same, as the silence stretched on minute after minute with neither one making a move to break it.

Celine. Just what Abe needed, another wildcard to add another unwanted layer to this whole situation. A wildcard who claimed she could figure out what was going on here, after turning the whole house against his partner in the space of seconds.

Abe ran a hand over his face as he recalled that moment at the table when the attorney discovered the second card stuck to the death card. Mark’s card they were forced to claim as their own, if they didn’t want to be outed as a werewolf.

Mirror mirror, on the wall,

Watch as I betray them all.

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Even knowing that it was meant for Mark didn’t help make it any clearer. So far it looked like the only one here who had been betrayed was the actor, who apparently didn’t even get a card to helpfully explain why someone in particular might want him dead.

Still, not hard to see why nearly everyone at the table was so quick to be suspicious of the attorney, to the point he had gone along with the flow and spit out the first thing that came to mind while keeping his own suspicions close to his chest. Now though, Abe winced at the memory of how he had called them gorgeous to their face. What was that supposed to be, an accusation or a confession?

Even with his silent panic over his choice of words, Abe had noticed how both the Colonel and the mayor had failed to speak up in that moment. Why was that?

He glanced at Damien out of the corner of his eye, but the man stood there with his head bowed, cane passing back and forth between his hands in a repetitive, thoughtless motion that suggested his mind was hundreds of miles away at the moment.

Had he been afraid to stand up for the attorney in front of everyone, in front of his sister? Or had he been trying to hide his own doubts and suspicions?

And then there was the Colonel. Abe knew, with every fiber of his being, that the Colonel killed Markiplier. It was the only answer that made any sense, but with Celine’s sudden appearance he felt that certainty surrounded by pits of unknowns.

Celine claimed to know all about the arcane arts, and she certainly seemed familiar enough with those Tarot cards everyone was laying out on the table earlier. Enough to pick and choose the cards that would supposedly fit this little game the sender of those cards had started. And as Mark’s (ex-)wife, she had to have some kind of history with his friends and staff, judging by the way the Colonel and the District Attorney had looked at her when she entered the house.

And if she was half the seer she claimed to be, it would explain how those cards knew things supposedly no one else should know, like the names of all of his partners. She definitely knew about the attorney, Abe hadn’t missed how she hinted as much every other word she said to them, or how his partner kept avoiding her gaze, had flinched away at the first sound of her voice…

Maybe letting them go in there with her alone had been just as bad an idea as Abe suspected. Straining, he could just barely hear their voices, although without the attorney’s hearing he couldn’t make out any individual words.

“But you know what they say: Never trust a seer.”

The memory of those words hit Abe like a delayed ton of bricks, and he must have made some kind of noise judging by the way the mayor suddenly looked up in surprise. But Abe didn’t have time to worry about him, as he remembered the words of the werewolf who had terrorized the city just months ago, lamenting how “her” advice had steered him toward running into Abe instead of the promised DA.

An unknown seer who wanted his partner dead…

Abe was already moving toward the door when the voices on the other side went from a low murmur to shouting, followed by the crash of something falling over, and Damien was right there with him when he wrenched the door open and took in the sight of the District Attorney standing over their fallen chair while Celine slammed her hands down on the table in between them, the sound punctured by the hard thump of something metallic striking into the wood, her next words stopped short by the sound of her brother’s voice.

“Celine? What is all of this?”

“Get out! We are not done here,” Celine said, pointing at the door.

“Celine, I think this is quite enough,” Damien started, but Celine slammed her hands down on the table again, causing one of the lit candles to topple over and promptly go out. And again, Abe heard that metallic sound and followed it to her hands, to the flicker of light reflecting off of the silver medallion hanging around one palm.

“It’s enough when I say it’s enough!”

Damien just stood there, seemingly shocked by his sister’s sudden and unexpected anger, but Abe was already at his partner’s side, quietly urging them to follow with a hand on their elbow as he guided them quickly out of the dark room and into the light of the hallway.

“What did she do to you?” he asked.

They did not resist his pull and let him walk them out despite Celine’s protests, but Abe noticed that their eyes failed to meet his own, their other arm wrapped tight around their middle as though fighting off a chill even though their skin felt warm to the touch even through the fabric of their shirt.

“We need to find the gardener,” they said softly before wincing at the conversation going on in the room behind them, even though Abe could no longer hear what the siblings were saying.

Gardener? That didn’t even start to answer his questions, but right now Abe thought getting his partner as far away from that seer as possible was the priority here, preferably without her realizing he was onto her game.

“Butler! Butler!” he shouted and the man in question appeared at the end of the hall. “What do you know about a gardener?”

“Well, we have a groundskeeper, George,” Benjamin said slowly, baffled by the unexpected question. “But he only works weekdays.”

But his buddy the chef was saying a different story with his not at all casual lean against the wall and blatant attempts to pretend like he wasn’t part of this conversation happening inches away from him.

“Looks like your friend here may disagree with that notion,” Abe said, getting too close to the chef who made the mistake of feigning ignorance.

“Chef!” Benjamin said, “If you know something, for god’s sake spit it out!”

The chef looked between the hunter and the butler before sighing and raising his hands in defeat. “Okay, alright, you’re twisting my arm. George has been living on the grounds for years.”

“What?!” Benjamin exclaimed, apparently just as unaware of this turn of events as Abe.

“And you just now thought to share that information with us?” Abe asked. Another person on the grounds, another member of the staff who could have known about the master keys, yet another wildcard being dropped in Abe’s lap when he already had too much to deal with as it was. “For all we know, he could be the murderer!”

He spoke without thinking, the lash of thunder coming just before Celine caught up with them, Damien uselessly trailing along behind her.

“For the last time, stop saying that word!”

Abe glared at her, noting how the attorney kept their distance and refused to look at either of the twins. Or him, for that matter. What had happened in that room?

Before he could wonder for long, the chef spoke up again. “Look, George…just tends to the grounds, man. He’s a hermit.”

“I don’t care what he is!” Abe snarled, a bit harsher than he meant to at the unintentional reminder of the cards in his pocket.

“Look, all this arguing is getting us nowhere,” Damien interrupted. “Just go outside and talk to this George and be done with it!”

Getting outside of this house sounded like a hell of a good idea right now, but something about Damien’s words made the hunter pause. “Hold on a sec. You’re not coming with us?”

Damien stuttered, looking from him to his sister to the attorney. “I-I need to stay here with Celine.”

“I don’t need help. Especially from you!” Celine shot back, confirming Abe’s suspicion that the twins’ private talk a moment ago hadn’t gone well.

“Our friend is dead!” Damien shouted, and even Celine shrank back at his outburst. “I’m sorry. I just need answers to all of this. I already lost one friend today, I don’t want to lose another.”

Abe watched him closely, but Damien didn’t look at the attorney when he said it, and they didn’t look at him.

“Fine,” Celine said, looking at her brother with something new in her expression. Concern, maybe? “But I need to stay here.”

“Fine with me,” Damien answered.

“Fine, good, yeah, whatever, who cares,” Abe said with a roll of his eyes. Damien wasn’t his concern here, after all. Instead, he turned to the chef and said, “Alright, you’re coming with me. Partner, you too.”

They nodded, even though they watched the twins head back to Celine’s little séance room out of the corner of their eye, which was good because Abe wasn’t in the mood to argue right now. He needed to talk to them, in private if he could swing it, and outside was his best shot at that. After they had questioned this George guy, of course.

“Hold on a sec…” Abe said, slowly realizing his headcount was coming up short. “We’re missing someone. Who had eyes on the Colonel?”

“Well, he appeared tired,” Benjamin explained. “He grabbed a snack and went back to his room.”

“I’m sure he did,” Abe said. Maybe the guilt was finally getting to the man. “And with any luck, he’ll stay there. Come on.”

He started for the stairs and realized that not everyone was following him. He looked back and saw his partner just standing there, one hand still pressed against their side while their eyes were on the closed door between them and Damien and Celine.

“Come on, partner! Come on!”

They lagged behind as the Chef led the way downstairs, his grumbling not pausing for a second as he stopped to pick up a lantern before walking outside.

How was it already dark out? Abe wondered to himself as he stopped at a distance from the door, barely sparing a glimpse at the cloudy and starless night sky overhead as he waited for the attorney to catch up.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and once again their eyes avoided his.

“I’m fine,” they muttered, like he couldn’t see the hand still pressed against their side or hear their labored breath.

“Like hell you are,” Abe said, reaching out to grab their hand only to get a brief, cut off yell of pain from the attorney before he pulled back. “What was that? What did she do to you?”

Reluctantly, perhaps sensing that he wasn’t about to let this go, they reached down and pulled up the side of their shirt, just far enough to reveal an already swelling burn visible even in the darkness outside of the house. A burn roughly the same size as that silver medallion Abe had seen in the seer’s hand.

“I’ll kill her,” Abe growled, and the attorney dropped their shirt in order to grab his arm before he could go back inside.

“Abe. She didn’t—”

“Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing,” Abe snarled, not caring that the chef had stopped up ahead, holding up his lantern and clearly waiting to see what was holding them up. “You can’t tell me she didn’t know!”

“No, there was something going on in that room, like there was something else there. Something…” they paused, brow knitting as they failed to find the words. Whatever had happened in that room, whether it was ‘something else there’ or the burn of the silver, seemed to have left them confused, disorientated.

Ripe picking for someone who had it out for them.

“As much as she hates me, I’ve never seen Celine lose control like that. It’s like...”

They trail off, the words once again failing them, but Abe finds his eyes drawn toward the bruise on their eye. But that wasn’t the same, he told himself, although the pit in his stomach said otherwise.

“We need to see the groundskeeper,” they said again, gesturing toward the waiting chef. “When I was in that room, I saw—I saw us talking to him, and it felt like he was saying something important.”

“Wait, you saw us?” Abe asked, walking in step with the attorney as they began to move forward. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

They shrugged and then winced, apparently having disturbed their burn with the movement. “Celine asked me to try to see something. This was the only thing that hadn’t happened yet.”

“What else did you see?” Abe asked, but their lips just pressed tight together, their eyes darting away to avoid his stare and instead lingering on the chef, who commented on how slow they were before continuing on, around the outside of the house until they spotted the lone figure standing in the middle of a flowerbed, shovel in hand.

“Hey, buddy! Hands where I can see them!” Abe called ahead as he approached, gun already raised. After how this day had gone so far, he wasn’t about to take any chances.

The groundskeeper paused in his digging and rested his hands on the handle of the shovel, without a trace of concern about the gun pointed his way. He was an older man, the wrinkles and shadows on his face partially hidden by the hat he wore, but his eyes were sharp as they met Abe’s and he said, “Hey, my hands are where they’re supposed to be. Unless, of course, you’d like to dig the hole for yourself.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Abe asked.

“I’m the groundskeeper, I keep the ground alright?” the groundskeeper, George, answered, a trace of annoyance showing up in his voice. “I’d say look around. The ground is pretty well kept, don’t you think?”

The chef spoke up with, “I’m sorry, man, this hunter made me bring him out here.”

“You shut up!” Abe said, earning a slight hiss from the attorney that he ignored. He was tired, he was scared for himself and his already injured partner, and he just wanted some answers for once. Was that too much to ask for? “How do you not know about the murders going on in this house?”

There it was again, the thunder.

“A hunter, eh?” George asked, not even flinching at the sound that left the other three looking up in case some more might follow. “Well I can tell you, there ain’t much out here to hunt.”

Abe wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or if the groundskeeper placed an extra emphasis on the words “out here,” but he was tired of beating around the bush. “Why exactly are you digging a hole out here? And why shouldn’t we suspect you for taking part in the death of your employer?”

He laughed. George actually laughed at his question before answering with a shake of his head, “Employers come and go! Some die, some don’t, some are murdered, some are not. It’s none of my business! I’m digging this hole for a burst water pipe, if that’s alright with your gracelessness!”

“See I told you,” the chef chimed in. “George didn’t do nothin’!”

“See?” George asked, the blade of his shovel striking the stone of the patio. “I just did nothing.”

The attorney, after a long look at the silent sky overhead, asked, “You said some of your employers are—some are killed? Has something like this happened here before?”

At that, George fixed the attorney with a long, steady stare before he said, “Aye, not that it’s any of my business what goes on in that house. I’ve got enough sense to stay away from what’s in there, and if any of you had sense of your own, you’d do the same.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Abe asked, feeling his grip reflexively tighten on his gun.

“You know, don’t you?” George said, directing the question toward the attorney. “You’ve got the look about you of someone who’s run into one of those things from the other side. They’re like…”

“Powerful entities,” the attorney continued, surprising Abe. Even with the light from the chef’s lantern and the exterior lights around the edge of the house, their expression was difficult to make out as they said, “Not quite part of this reality that sometimes…look for a way in.”

George nodded and pointed at the house behind them. “And that house is one big gaping doorway just waiting to happen.”

The chef looked back at the house uneasily, but Abe couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of his voice as he said, “Forgive me for not taking you at face value. But we’re all gonna come inside, we’re gonna sit down, and have a nice lovely chat. And get to the bottom of this before I lose my mind and start dabbling in murder myself!”

He didn’t know what this George was playing at, or what Celine had been pumping into his partner’s mind, but in all of his years hunting Abe had never heard of these “entities” or whatever these things were supposed to be, and by this point he could care less about the crack of thunder overhead.

“Now you listen to me, sonny,” George said, his voice deadly calm. “It’s been fifteen years since I’ve been in that house, and I am not about to break that winning streak now. I don’t care how many murders there’ve been. I ain’t going near that house!”

He fixed his eyes on the attorney as he added, “However, there is one reason. One incident. One manifestation. That will get me into that mad house.”

He paused, and Abe could see in his partner’s eyes that they knew exactly what he was talking about, their unsteady frame growing stiffer at his words as the breath seemed to catch in their chest.

George nodded. “You had better pray to God that reason never comes to pass.”

A clap of thunder, louder than any that had come before it, broke the silence that followed his words. The lightning seemed to carry on until Abe and the others realized that the light was spilling out of the house, out of every door and window until it lit up the night sky like a supernova.

“That there’s the reason!” George bellowed, his shovel clattering to the ground as he tore off toward the house.

Abe took off after him, but to his surprise the attorney sprinted past both of them, the burn on their side apparently forgotten as they ran full tilt into the house. By the time he and the groundskeeper were inside, the chef huffing and puffing somewhere behind them, the attorney was already halfway up the stairs and showing no signs of slowing.

That is, until they discovered the source of the bizarre light and the roaring sound that accompanied it, like the sound of tornado-force winds trying to push their way out of the single open door at the end of the hall, out of which flooded the blinding light that at first obscured the figure silhouetted in the door frame.

“Celine?”

The District Attorney’s voice was faint, nearly drowned out by the wave of noise, but Abe could hear the disbelief and rising panic as they shouted, “Damien!”

But there was no sign of him, and the woman standing in the door did not visibly react to the sound of her own name. Even from this far away, Abe could feel the sheer wrongness of the figure, as if everything from her stance to the slight, terrifying smile tugging at the corner of her lips to the vacant yet menacing eyes all screamed at his soul to get back. He had faced enough monsters, enough terrible things that should have stayed in nightmares to recognize the body’s instinctive desire to get away and stay alive, but the attorney took another step forward.

“Don’t!” George shouted. “It’s already too late!”

Abe wasn’t sure if they couldn’t hear him or if they just didn’t care, but the second he saw them start to move he surged forward and wrapped his arms around them. It took all of his strength to hold the struggling attorney back while George, together with the chef and the butler who had followed the noise and light, ran to the door.

The attorney screamed Damien’s name, swore at Celine to snap out of it, begging every second while they scratched and pushed at Abe, staring helplessly as Celine—or whatever it was looking out of her eyes—disappeared behind the closing door, which apparently required all three men working together to force it shut.

“The key!” George shouted, but before the chef or the butler could move, Abe reached into his pocket and tossed them one of the master keys, which he immediately used to lock the door.

In that moment, the attorney twisted, and for one, terrible second Abe thought they might transform right here in the middle of the hallway in front of everyone, before a blow to the back of his head sent him and in turn the attorney stumbling forward.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” the Colonel asked, his voice low and dangerous. “What was that, what happened to Celine? To Damien?!”

“Your friends are already dead,” George said, not even looking at him as he drew a string out of his pocket and began making elaborate loops and knots around both the handle and the key still in the lock. “The best we can hope for is to get out of here before it takes the rest of us with them.”

And Abe thought he was bad at breaking bad news.

In front of him, all of the wind seemed to escape from the attorney, and whatever force had been holding up until now seemed to give out as they staggered forward before catching their self. “No…we can’t just—No!”

They looked back over their shoulder at Abe, and he could see the desperation in their eyes as they silently begged him to say something or do something, to prove the groundskeeper was wrong.

“This is bullshit!” the Colonel exclaimed instead, stepping forward to fill the space between the attorney and the groundskeeper, who was still absorbed in what Abe recognized as a binding. “They’re in there, we just have to get rid of whatever that…thing was! A—a spell, or an exorcism maybe!”

George laughed, a short, dry, cracked sound. “You think no one’s tried that before? They carried the last guy who tried out of here in a shoe box. No, I’m getting away from here, and if any of had half a brain you’d do the same!”

With that, George turned away from the door and walked past them all, ignoring the Colonel’s angry sputter and shout of “Don’t walk away from me!” as well as Abe’s attempt to stop him, to ask for some kind of explanation.

The chef was right there behind George with a cry of, “I quit!”, not even bothering to try and not bump into the Colonel on his way out.

The Colonel swore at their retreating backs and sprang toward the door, ignoring Abe’s warning only to draw back his hand with a shout the moment his fingers made contact with the door.

“It’s a binding spell, you can’t just open it that easily,” Abe explained while the Colonel hissed and stuck his fingers in his mouth to cool them. “And what exactly were you planning on doing when you opened that door? We have no idea how to handle that thing!”

The butler, who was still standing near the door, placed a hand on the Colonel’s shoulder and added, “I know things seem far beyond your control right now, but it’s the same for all of us here. Whatever is going on here is beyond any of us to deal with, clearly. I shall take my leave, and I implore you to do the same.”

The Colonel slapped away his hand and snarled the words, “I won’t let…my friends…die in this godforsaken house! And if you all are too much of a coward to the same, you had best leave before I kill you myself!”

He directed his words at all three of those who were left, but Abe suspected most of the anger was directed at him in particular, like he thought the hunter was holding back something, like he had any more of an idea of what was going on here than anyone else.

“Now you hold on a second!” Abe shouted, grabbing his shoulder. He couldn’t let the Colonel get away, not now. “I’ve got more questions—”

“Get your hands off me!” The Colonel pushed him away and continued walking, muttering under his breath about finding his own answers.

“What the hell is going on here?” Abe asked, but the butler had no response to offer and the attorney…

They were leaning heavily against the wall now, one hand to their side and their breath coming in sharp gasps that Abe knew couldn’t be blamed entirely on the desperate run up here.

“Partner,” he said, then when he moved to stand in front of them, hands on their shoulders, “Y/N. Look at me.”

They didn’t. Their eyes were down, but he could see them lingering on the door in their peripheral vision just as easily as he could see the tears welling up and threatening to spill over with every pained breath.

Abe hesitated, aware of the butler standing nearby and the sound of the Colonel’s footsteps getting farther away with every passing second. A hundred things he could say or do ran through his head only to leave nothing, no clue where to even start.

“We can—I’ll make this right, somehow. Just…just take care of yourself until I get back, okay?”

He waited, but there was no response, no sign that they had even heard him. Instead, he just squeezed their shoulders before letting go and backing away, waiting until he was out of their line of sight before he silently gestured for the butler to keep an eye on them. At Benjamin’s nod, he turned and took off down the hall in the direction he last saw the Colonel.

Celine, Damien, this “entity,” whoever or whatever was pulling the strings here, none of it made any sense and Abe had no idea where to even begin unraveling all of it except starting with the one fact he knew for sure: Mark was dead, and he knew who pulled the trigger.

He couldn’t let the Colonel get away, not now.

((End of Part 17. Thank you for reading. We’re officially in Chapter 4 of WKM territory now.

Link to Part 18: Voices in the Halls.

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emptynarration · 4 years

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Headcanons about my version of Dark

PLEASE BE AWARE THAT NEARLY ALL OF THESE HCS ARE FROM TWO YEARS AGO thank

// “Headcanon” about my Dark:

// He is in the body of Damien, not the DA

// They basically swap roles in chapter three, were they were arguing about going to the groundskeeper or not. Damien relents going outside, but only if the DA stays with Celine.

// Dark is primarily the dark entity that was the house/manor had been. It’s the glue holding everything together and alive

// But it needs the parts of Damien and Celine to survive and have enough power to hold everything together and functioning. Thus not only the bad parts of them are in the body, but more of them.

// Things such as memories are lost to Dark. He has no distinctive memories of Damien’s or Celine’s life. He has the “memories” of what he had done when it was just the dark entity in the house/manor.

// But feelings stayed. The dark entity only had been able to feel rage and anger, hate and jealousy and Schadenfreude. But now it gained the feelings of Damien and Celine, all that it hadn’t before. Happiness, joy, love, sorrow, sadness, lust, etc. And those feelings pushed the worse ones, the ones it only could feel before, in the background, in favor of exploring the nice ones // Thus making my Dark so nice

// Dark does have a shell too

// It’s, like, the mixture of three powers mixed into one trying to maintain a normal human looking form // It usually cracks when Dark is feeling strong forceful emotions. Like anger or sadness, usually only. Because both of those can be expressed differently // And Dark’s soul-parts usually disagree on how to express their anger/sadness, so the shell cracks

// When his shell breaks, it is very painful for Dark actually. He can feel the pain of his broken bones from falling down a balcony, the pain of having gotten shot in the stomach. He can feel his very own being tearing at itself and apart -which would kill him // When his shell breaks, usually the dark entity bleeds out through the cracks and swallows everything. Which leaves the body behind in pain with two soul parts trying to settle down again

// If you were to find him in that state, he’d have no idea who he is. Neither Dark, nor Damien, nor Celine will spark any kind of memory. The dark entity has mostly left the body, so left are the leftovers of the two human’s souls. // Mayor or Seer might spark a response though. // All Dark really needs in that state is to calm down his feelings. The two soul parts need to calm down and agree on how to feel and express themselves, without fighting basically

// If you know him well enough, you could probably manage to talk with just one soul part. It’d be near impossible probably for one of the soul parts to be in control when the entity is back to hold them together, but it is possible

// if you find him with a broken shell, talking with just one soul part and trying to get what that art is feeling through and the other soul to stay silent, then you can better talk with it, until the entity comes back. Getting the soul part to stay in control is hard though

// There are days, and times, when a soul part can be in control without having the shell broken before hand. It usually happens after sleeping, and mostly never lasts long

/ have some more smaller headcanons:

/ Dark is constantly cold. Like, he’s cold to the touch. He’s basically a dead body, so he has no body heat himself. Or, not a lot of it. / He can get warm though, with warm showers/baths or being near something warm (like a fireplace, a heater, etc.)

/ Dark can bleed, but his blood is thicker than normal blood, and much much darker. (Ofc it’s also monochrome but shh) / Wounds heal very very badly on their own, so anything more or less bad needs to get stitched up to help it heal better. / Though he can use his powers to heal, but he doesn’t like it much

/ Dark can’t see colours. He sees everything in monochrome, as if the saturation was turned down, ya know? / He would be able to see the red and blue of his shell though

(next comes what i just typed up today)

after years of having this exist and half forgetting half remembering Let’s add some more headcanons to this bad boy!

/ continuing off the “can’t see colours”: it’s because of his aura. / dark can control his aura to some extend. he can let it spread out, or pull it back close to him. the most he can do is pull it so close to him that he himself is the only thing affected. this causes him to not being able to see colour. / his aura, when spread out, turns everyhting it touches monochrome. being inside of it is cold, and the ringing and creaking sounds are rather prominent. / if a person just enters the aura, or the aura spreads over them, it feels like being dropped into ice-water, though slowly gets a little better. its constantly chilly though

/ his body is covered in very faint “scars”, which look like broken glass shards. they start from around the gunshot wound in his stomach, and are spread out. They stop at his collarbones, close to his wrists and close to his ankles. They’re able to be hidden pretty well with long sleeves/long pants/etc. / these scars originated from his shell cracking, and especially breaking. when his shell cracks, they tend to hurt then, but not as badly as when the shell breaks

/ when his shell breaks, his aura spreads like a flood, and further than dark usually lets it. it turns everything into freezing temperatures, going so far as to actually freeze things, making it very hard to get to him to attempt help / when his shell is broken, his (grey) skin seems darker than normal, while his scars spread a little, and appear to glow slightly / his appearance is hard to grasp with a broken shell. he still seems like who he was before, while also appearing more like a mix of damien and celine -a sort of androgynous mixture, in a way

okay little headcanons time:

/ dark really likes to knit for relaxation! it’s quite calming, and a good break from everything else

/ he handles all the legal paperwork they have to do. mostly its for wilfords/bims/jims/etc studio space, as well as theyre “employees” and such. a lot of it is masking murders, disappearances, and such that the egos caused though. / dark also takes care largely of their home. it is a rather.. “magical” space, you could say. a lot of it comes from the entity’s influence, so dark has to keep check on that

/ he’s a pretty bad cook, actually. while he enjoys the act, he prefers to help someone instead of doing it all by himself. he’s not so good at cooking by himself.

while we’re on that topic:

/ Dark has no need for food, actually. His body is already dead, and survives largely off of the entity holding it all together. / Which also means that he doesn’t actually need to breathe. it’s a comfort thing to do so, especially because his brain likes to believe he actually needs to breathe. / sleep is technically also not necessary for survival, but, it makes living a lot easier. it gives his broken body a rest, as well as his mind.

okay what else...

/ dark is afraid of heights. very badly. / he’s also afraid of guns, and gets startled quite badly by loud, sudden, bang like noises

/ his bed is as soft as clouds look like, and he uses weighted blankets. he needs his mattress to form to his body to not shift it around, and the weight on top of him is a very big comfort. lay down on top of him pls

/ he’s used to fidgeting with his collar, and running his hands over the material of his suit is comforting to him

now, last but not least, p a i n

/ dark is always, at the very least, aching. his limbs feel heavy, and a lot of movements tend to hurt. / he has good and bad days. On good days, his pain is very tolerable, and doesn’t bother him much.

here’s some things that can be during bad pain days:

/ dark can lose finer motor skills, struggling with writing and holding utensils. / he can have problems with moving his arms. ranging from every movement of his arms hurting, to being unable to move them at all. / on very bad days, dark may be unable to move completely, paralysis setting in. it limits him to only head movements, which likely also hurt. he spends these days just laying in bed attempting to sleep it away / he only rarely struggles with his legs, thankfully. he has days where walking is hard, and he uses his cane to help him move.

i think that’s it úwù

#the other is speaking #personal ramblings #dark hc #darkiplier #long post

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oc-character-development · 5 years

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A Heist With Markiplier Theory: every video on Mark’s Channel or at least WKM, AHWM and ADWM is set in a different parallel universe:

Spoilers for WKM, ADWM and AHWM. (Also it’s a little messy and all over the place so sorry in advance):

Okay, so I’ve been watching AHWM all of yesterday afternoon and spent all night last night compiling a theory and finding evidence for said theory . This might be the most obvious theory and I might come up with another theory as well (seriously, my WKM theory was like 17 pages long by the end of it so I didn’t post it so I pay attention to details) but, the theory is, all of Mark’s videos are part of a Multiverse and that there are multiple versions of Mark, and this split in universe was caused by what happened in Who Killed Markiplier and is somehow linked to the artefact you stole in the heist (but I haven’t really figured out that part yet so if anyone has any suggestions id appreciate and be grateful for the help 😊):

Evidence:

In the ‘scientist’ path, it is discovered that time is different, something has happened to time, and the possible futures, and pasts, and parallel universes are colliding (which honestly reminded me of Doctor Who series 4 😂) which also links into WKM and Wilford Motherloving Warfstache with the whole things not being quite what they seem and the cause of that is seemingly you.

The ending to the scientist ‘for the greater good’ path it is discovered that you aren’t the source of the shift in parallel universes but the box is. It gets destroyed, and you get sent back to your original timeline to before the heist was even committed with a nicer Mark than the one we had during the heist (but he clearly wasn’t too bad since, he was clearly upset if you tell him the truth of your zombie encounter and that you’ve been bitten by zombie Tyler)

Now what completely took me off guard, was this Mark then turns to you and says ‘now, how about we go on that date?’ Which was clearly a reference to ADWM, therefore placing the events of AHWM before ADWM if you want a timeline. and this is what set my theory off.

Also, just on a different note, as we are talking of timelines and different Marks, literally just before I got that ending, I found ending number 31, the last ending, the one with the link to WKM. And you of course have a chat with our friend, Darkiplier, who we know is Damien after the events of well, ‘Damien’ (sporting a white suit, instead of his dark suit) and he mentions something about different faces of Mark but being the same man and he advised you not to trust Mark. So he clearly knows something is going on especially through the text messages you get sent:

He also questions our ability to remember whether we have met dark before. Canonically, the last time we saw Dark (or Damien and Celine at that point) was when we were in Markiplier Manor. If we are from alternate timelines and they are merging together, that means that we likely wouldn’t remember WKM because that potentially was not our original timeline. (IDK what this point is really).

Wilford also makes an appearance and gets shouted at by Katherine again for almost shooting us 😂 (call back to Markiplier TV) after we are transported to the ‘timeline’ involving an Interview with Markiplier (callback to the video where Warfstache interviews Mark) however he knows about the Artefact, so either we steal it in that timeline or Warstache can jump through timelines and knows we did it through that, which is feasible and likely because of his abilities in MLW and WKM.

Anyway back to more concrete evidence. It would explain why we don’t see Benjamin, The Chef or Abe but we have endings with Dark and Wilford and get characters played by the actors (Mick playing Warden Murder-Slaughter, Robert playing multiple characters but mainly the police guard who’s actually nice but also scary like the chief in WKM and Tyler is a zombie in the zombie outbreak ‘timeline’) and they actually have some characteristics of their characters in WKM but are different people. (Warden Murder Slaughter has Abe’s tendency to say things that can also mean something inappropriate, or strict temper/can’t trust anyone mentality and the police guard is obviously scary like all of Roberts previous characters but is actually quite nice like the chef in WKM).

Also, just a theory inside a theory, it was stated in another ending (the ending where you don’t split up when Mark is dangling from the hole and you fall and he uses the parallel timeline watch thing to escape) there is a ‘timeline’ where AHWM is a movie or TV show (just like ADWM) as we get a glimpse of actor Mark again although not as dramatic as ADWM but it is definitely him which (most likely) makes that parallel timeline we landed in the WKM timeline. Which also might explain how Dark knows those events happen because of Damien being friends with Mark (and probably watched his films) and he must have figured out from Damien’s memory that there had to be a parallel universe where all this is true.

Also, there are numerous mentions of parallel timelines in different routes to the scientist endings (most noticibly the route were you don’t let go of Mark in the cult ending and you end up falling down a hole).

So where am I going with this?

There are at least 4 main actual Marks in the MCU (Markiplier Cinematic Universe hehe, Thanks MatPat for that name, he was brilliant in the video and actually creeped me out a little 😂). And I propose that they are:

Actor/Asshole Mark

AHWM Mark

ADWM Mark

Markiplier

And so each of those videos each exist in their own parallel timeline or universe. But have the same Y/N because time is being weird. But what caused this, or at least where it all started was is the House in WKM in 1920s/30s (according to Tyler’s Benjamin The Butler Stream on Twitch, which also could be explained how they exist in the modern day, time and the state of reality is a mess), maybe Actor Mark used the artefact to help him with the ritual to enable his plan in WKM.

Also, just briefly jumping back to Dark. He fits in this theory. Because, through the fact that he hates Mark and he obviously thinks that Mark is the same in each timeline or body he’s in. So he’s going from each timeline to stop Mark/take over his channel. Also just bringing in ‘Damien’ here, but actor Mark made Damien the villain of the story, and Damien willingly gave into this and he knows what Mark is really like. The reason why I’m bringing all this up is because I think, Dark is just one person, there is one dark and one Wilford, unlike Mick and Robert’s characters (see evidence above) and is travelling through parallel timelines to stop each Mark and trying to save the viewer from him but because this is Mark’s ‘story’ he is the villain.

Anyway that’s my really messy theory that doesn’t make too much sense when writing it down (I’m terrible at explaining things and making sense when I write stuff down) but I hope people liked the theory! And it’s just a theory....and I’m probably wrong 😂... also is it just me that wants MatPat to do a theory on AHWM now... I mean, he was in it after all.

And now I’m going to focus on the fact that JJ might be making a return in Jack’s video tonight as it is his birthday (also, perhaps Anti as well... it is Halloween after all so anything can happen) being part of both Jack and Mark’s community really is tough at this time of year, where we are constantly being set on fire 😂😂

#ahwm spoilers #a heist with markiplier #who killed markiplier #a date with markiplier #wkm #adwm #ahwm #darkiplier #theory #im awful at explaining things #sorry #markiplier community

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crankgayplays · 4 years

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Regret

Dark had a weird sense of identity, he was his own entity and at the same time he wasn’t. He considered himself a kind of fondue, he was a mix of these ... things he felt in the back of his head. A soft mans voice telling him what he needed to do, the goal he should point towards that kept repeating the word “Villain” over and over again.

He also felt a soft presence, a woman. She herself was by no means soft, Dark could feel her restrained and righteous fury. He felt her soft and delicate as she slept, allowing herself to be vulnerable and a weak presence in his mind giving most control to this man and giving him the responsibility of protecting her while she slept.

The other part of him that spoke was softer, much much weaker but he would hear it on occasion. He couldn’t peg who or what they were but they were sad. This part always lead him to this same building. It was an old mansion, decrepit, clearly having been abandoned decades ago. Every once and a while Dark found himself outside, just staring with an empty feeling in his chest. Something about this place made Dark angry, sick, sad, regretful, furious. So many emotions at once it made his head swim. Yet he always came back, like now.

The flickering entity was so focused on the home in front of him, he missed his approaching friend until a firm hand grabbed his wrist with a surprising lack of gentleness for who the hand belonged to. Without showing it visibly, Dark felt a jolt of surprise and turned to face the grabber, Wilford. Another, very confusing element towards Dark’s lack of a personality or identity. This, wonderful chaotic man.

He would never, ever be able to explain why directly, and would never admit it but something in his heart truly sang seeing the other man. Different kinds of love from different parts of him burst when seeing him. Affection, love, passion, regret, a bit of anger, sadness. It confused Dark, a lot and he tried his best to keep him at arms length though he was bent on making sure he was glued to Dark’s side.

“ Why are you here? “

This was, surprising. Wilford always seemed to have his own softness and kindness when around Dark, a certain restraint he never showed around the others. So to hear a harsh tone, see the hard look from a man he’d gotten so used to seeing a soft and affection was a jarring experience.

“ I got where I please Wil.” he responded, a calm and cool tone lacing over his words, despite his surprise and discomfort with this demeanor change. Just because he felt this love for the other man, didn’t mean he deserved to see any weakness. That was a strong thought screaming from both sides of himself. This response only mad Wilford frown even more, his grip falling from Dark’s wrist.

“ This is a bad place, dear friend. People, get hurt here. “

Dark shook his head, turning back to look at the dilapidated manor. “ I keep being drawn back to it for some reason.” Sharp teeth angrily digging into his tongue at the admission, frustrated at how loose his words seem to flow around Wilford. The statement had a shocking effect, scaring him. The assassin’s hands shook delicately for a moment before he stuffed them into the pockets of his beige trousers.

“ I’m not surprised. Just, be careful if you go in and remember . . . . it’s , not how it seems. Don’t be so hard on yourself, my dear friends.”

With those last words, Wilford was gone seemingly from thin air before Dark could question the plural. How could he know? Dark had never shared the components of himself with anyone he barely understood it.

Shaking off the thought, sometimes Wilford was just an odd man, Dark decided to take a chance and step into the manor for the first time since this fascination started.

It was , simple. He expected a home absolutely thrashed by the ravages of time and was pleasantly surprised to find a home mostly preserved if fallen into disrepair. He could see the early forties influence in the architecture and design.

Crossing the threshold made the soft part of Dark sick, shaking and shifting as if having a nightmare. He may not have a good sense of self and identity but he understood trauma. Something about being here was triggering this woman that lived and slept inside him, and it made him hurt for her but his feet continued forward. Suddenly, he needed answers to questions he didn’t know he had and was convinced they were here.

He stopped pretty soon into the grand hall, a shattered mirror drawing his attention. This was familiar, it was a vague foggy memory but it was there, one of his first. Looking into this mirror, feeling a weakness leave his body and marching away with purpose.

“Weakness? That’s kinda mean.”

Dark looked around suddenly, wondering where the giggling voice came from. It was amused and tinkling, it didn’t sound aggressive or angry and seemed to fluctuate in tenor and pitch. “ Who said that?”

“Me ding dong, you for sure didn’t get your parents smarts.”

Dark spun back around on his heels to face the mirror, and there on the mantle in front of it sat, something. A vaguely formed being, no real distinct shape other than “human”, comprised of smoking sparkling pitch black clouds, shifting and moving and fluctuating shape even as it sat perfectly still. Large almond shaped eyes watching him curiously, taking up a large portion of what Dark assumed to be the beings face and sparkling like small galaxies with every color an eye could possibly have both naturally and unnaturally. Their large stretching mouth closely resembled a Cheshire cat, with far more threatening sharp teeth. Even what was supposed to be clearly a kind smile looked threatening and had Dark on the defensive.

However another part of him spoke, that small quiet part spoke of familiarity and want and the louder man that protected his sister hurt deeply. Regret, missed chances, unspoken words of affection, all rang in his heart like a bell and made him angry. Who was this person? Why did the dominant half of his heart care so much for them and why did the sleeping woman feel nothing.

“Who are you?”

This question seemed to, actually hurt the entity a bit who let out a weak sigh. “Well, I guess I can’t expect you to have access to all your memories.” before shaking their head. “Who I am is not important, what is important is I am holding you back.” Dark frowned crossing his arms, it angered him this stranger would think they had such power over him but .. they were correct. This, thing drawing him to the house was consuming his mind and he had a feeling deep in his chest that this thing in front of him was the core of that.

Giggling, they reached out with a shapeless hand and unfolded Dark’s arms, taking his hand into their own, and Dark let them. Smiling in what, he assumed was sadness and regret the entity looked at their joined hands. “I always loved holding your hand, people gave you funny looks because they couldn’t tell what I was or what I was to you and you didn’t care. You just wanted to soothe me and let me know it was okay when my anxiety overtook me.” Dark blinked away tears he didn’t remember feeling, that man settled in his chest getting heavier and heavier with each word as if his own separate heart was breaking.

The being stood, standing in Dark’s space and looked up at him with a wide smile that made Dark’s heart scream a song he didn’t understand, almost seeing an actual human face that was both familiar and a stranger.

“Listen, both of you. I love you. I’m no longer angry, I am always watching you and i’m so fucking proud of you and everything you’re doing. Please, stay strong get stronger and break this sick game Mark has all of us playing.” It was getting harder and harder for Dark to breath, which he didn’t even need to do.

“My eyes are with you always, and i’m rooting for you so much. Celine, rest, Damien be strong. I love you so much my heart bursts with it and all i want is to see you finish this mission and free all of us. “

Tears fell freely and silently down his grey ashen skin, which the entity quickly wiped away with a warm gentle shapeless hand that cupped Dark’s face with a gentleness he’d never felt from his own self. “You’re so strong” seeming to grow in height without leaning up, the entity brushed their mouth against Dark’s cheeks in a soft ghost of a kiss, before their sparkling cosmic spoke evaporated around them and he was alone again.

Except, not? Somehow he felt, lighter and more at ease. As if the wall around the man and woman fell just a little and he was more connected to himself. Wiping what was left of the tears away, Dark turned and made his way towards the front of the manor a new confidence in his step and new names on his lips.

Caline and Damien.

He didn’t know them, he didn’t know their story but he knew they had a mission and he would fuffill it. He exited the mansion to find Wilford waiting for him patiently, a scared look on his face.

“How are you feeling friend?”

Dark shook his head, allowing a small smile to grace his features. “Better, actually. Thank you, William.” the name slipped, almost on reflex and made him frown in confusion. It clearly did something to Wilford, but he masked his reaction quickly and smiled taking Dark’s hand in his own.

“That name isn’t important, all of that’s in the past my friend. Let’s move forward and create memories to last forever until the last grain of sand falls in this crazy hourglass we call life.”

Chuckling with a deep echo, Dark simply nodded and allowed Wilford to hold his hand and drag him a bit behind him as he marched forward confidently with long strides. “I agree, old friend.”

#darkiplier #who killed markiplier #wkm #meta #markiplier #wilford warfstache #darkstache #if you squint

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a-vamp-and-a-half · 4 years

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A teary smile gets tugged out at hearing Celine talk about Dark, about Damien. The man he'd been, how he'd fought to stay true to his morals, the kind person he was, hidden beneath layers of grief. Its nice, hearing the full story behind the few little glimpses she'd already seen. The snow stops, sunlight breaking through the clouds outside the cabin. Outside her hand twitches

“-can you even imagine him doing a kegstand now? At least I’d be less worried about him breaking his neck, I guess,” Celine says with a chuckle.

She wrings her hands.

“... I had to watch. After I died, I... I had to watch him lose himself. I felt like I was watching him die. And after he turned Yancy... I wondered if he’d ever come back. I wondered if he was just... lost, to all that darkness.”

“And for a long time I really thought he was. I lost hope for him. I kept waiting for Damien to show up her, and for that monster using his body to keep walking around.”

She gives Sia a teary smile. “And then you came along. I don’t know how you did it, really. But you brought him back.”

She sobs, pulling Sia into a hug. “You brought my brother back.”

“And he’s not fully himself yet, there’s still some... things, he has to work through. But I-I really think you can do it. I think you can bring Damien back into the light.”

Celine pulls away, and wipes a tear off of her face. “Could you... could you tell him I love him? And that I-I’m proud that he’s starting to find his way back to himself?”

She looks out the window. “I think you’ll be heading home soon.”

Outside, it’s been three weeks.

Outside, Doc has been... as he is, for two weeks.

Yancy and Bing avoid talking to him much when they come in to visit Sia. He’s not... bad. He’s not mean, or creepy, or anything like that.

He’s just wrong.

“I think she’ll be waking up soon,” Doc says cheerfully to them. “I’m hoping, anyway. She’s been making great progress.” He laughs a little. “We both have, ha.”

Bing avoids looking him in the eyes. They just look... they look...

Dead. Empty. Like he’s not really there.

“Glad to hear it,” Yancy says, giving Doc a smile. Doc returns it, and Yancy shivers. He’s still not used to Doc just... walking around with his fangs out. And it might be his imagination, but he swears they’ve gotten sharper. Sharper and longer.

“Ah, shoot.” Doc shakes his pen. “Out of ink. Can you two keep an eye on her while I go grab a pen from my room?”

“No prob, bruh,” Bing says, still avoiding Doc’s eyeline.

“Thanks.” He leaves the room and heads for his own.

Dark stops him.

“Doc, we need to talk.”

“About what?”

“About you. About what’s... wrong, with you.”

Doc tilts his head, frowning, confused. “I’m sorry?”

Dark wishes Doc would spit at him. Jerk away when he puts his hand on Doc’s shoulder. Stop being so polite to him.

“Something has been wrong with you for weeks now. You’re starting to scare me.”

Doc snorts. “Me? Scaring you? Should I feel honored?”

“No!” Dark looks into his eyes, searching for some spark of fight, of the real Doc. “What is it? Is it because you died? Is it about Sia? Is it something else?”

Doc tries to push past Dark. “I just need to get a pen, we can talk later-”

“Doc-”

“I don’t want to think about it!” Doc snaps, shoving Dark aside with enough force to make him stumble.

There’s a moment of silence.

“Is it grief? Guilt? A combination of the two?”

“I don’t. Want. To think about it.” Doc turns to leave, but Dark grabs his shoulder, and-

And Doc grabs him back, pushing him into the wall.

“I am sick and tired of thinking about it all,” he growls. “I am sick and tired of the guilt, and the grief, and constant exhaustion weighing me down! I am sick and tired of hating myself for what I am! I am sick and tired of being SICK AND TIRED!”

He lets go, and steps back.

“So I’m not anymore! I let go! I let go, and I embraced my destiny like you keep saying I should, and you’re right! It is so much better than the never-ending fighting with you, and the others, and myself! I’m happy! Okay? I’m happy! You were right! The family are the ones that matter! I don’t know those people in the city, and they don’t matter to me! That’s how it’s supposed to be!”

Doc stares at him for a second, and then stalks away.

Dark thinks he’s going to throw up.

#Sia character RP

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pixelpolaroid · 5 years

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Theories and opinions: DAMIEN

I did this with Wilford Motherloving Warfstache and Who Killed Markiplier, now I’m gonna throw my opinion on the table that no one asked for concerning Mark’s latest project that has been kept secret for so long; Damien.

Like I’ve done in the past and will continue to do, I’m going to rewatch the whole video and pause, giving my second thoughts on certain scenes.

Second time through

- I actually really appreciate their dynamic in the beginning. Damien being more positive and optimistic, and Celine is a bit more brutally realistic. Granted she knows what’s actually going on there.

- Still trying to understand why Damien is hearing William and Abe’s conversation

- I love the duel colored lighting on Celine’s face when she’s standing in the doorway. Really nice

- MASK MASK MASK MASK!!!

- Obvious trap on the lake is obvious

- other things I’m realizing second time through that are obvious; there’s the broken body they left him

- there’s the trouble with playing multiple characters; it’s hard to differentiate how you play them

- “That woman would carve my heart out,” good call back to Wilford’s line and beautiful foreshadowing

- color changing to red when tensions rise. I like that

- Mark’s smile will never not be creepy like that

- Actor Mark is wearing a fucking mask, it creepy me the fuck out

- You should have gone for the head.

- “LET ME HELP YOU!” ... alright. Yeah. That got me right in the heart. And the music picking up was just kick I needed.

- Damien being clueless is how I feel every time Mark makes these projects

- I was going to ask where is the DA during this, but I forgot that we got pushed into a mirror. rip

Opinions

Okay now I’ll talk about my actual thoughts about the video. I absolutely loved it. There are still a few things I’m confused on, but I’ll get to that. The art style is beautiful. The sound design was so good, there were certain spots that I rewatched a few times to catch the sounds.

The one thing I will say about the voice acting is that Mark and Damien act and sound too similar, especially when they’re yelling at each other. I get that they’re it’s same person acting, but having distinction between two characters that overlap so much is important to a narrative. They both kinda have that sophisticated, dapper attitude, both being kinda famous and rich. Like it’s easy to distinguish characters like Wil and Dark because they’re so different, and that’s what makes them easier to understand. I’m not gonna crap on characters I know Mark has worked a lot on and that I don’t know about, so I’ll stop here.

There are a few things I wanna talk about that I’m taking into my interpretation that I hope gets cleared up when Mark does a livestream talking about it. So I’ll move on to my theories.

Theories

One thing that I figured out through people bringing it up on tumblr is the mask. I was skeptical at first, but it was soon confirmed when I rewatched it. So the mask that was used during Mark’s little cult fiasco on tumblr a while back. This image

Yeah that’s the same face we keep seeing around that video except decayed and absolutely terrifying.That whole event was centered around smiling and spreading positivity (granted it was all chaos and toxic bc people went overboard) and the face we keep seeing, even though its mouth is decaying, it’s still clear it was smiling. I swear I’m gonna be seeing that face from the mirror shot in my nightmares. Speaking of that decayed body we keep seeing. I made a joke about it but that vv

That to me is the broken body that Mark left them with at the end of Who Killed Markiplier. That’s Mark’s body after years of dying over and over again. From being shot, stabbed, drowned, poisoned, and whatever else happened to him in that time Celine left him.

This video has direct references to Go back to sleep. I first realized it seeing Celine’s body floating, but going back again, Damien said “Some things can’t be fixed.” That makes me requestion a lot of that video. Who is the speaker? Who are they speaking to. They say “you built this place fore broken things,” which I presume is Celine. But then we see shots of her, and then hear them say “go back to sleep.” which contradicts what Mark says here.

This video really made me rethink Mark’s whole role. Yeah he’s still an asshole like we’ve seen, since he’s pushing all the blame on Celine, making himself the center of attention, but there were some things that seemed... out of character. Honestly he started acting a lot more like the Darkiplier we know from ADWM than Damien does. The distorted voice when he speaks and the big sudden outbursts make me think that. We see him get angry followed by cracking just before he’s able to pull himself together and calm down. Which to me directly parallels how Dark acts during our “date” in ADWM. Personally I’m interested to see how Damien becomes Dark in the future if that happens.

So Celine’s powers are a bit... unclear. It seems like in this, supported by her actions and Mark’s words, she’s kind of in control of this setting. My understanding is that Celine made the cabin when she realized sending her, Damien and the DA back was a bad idea, prior to Damien pushing the DA out. So she made it to protect her and Damien. The snow storm is Dark trying to get to them, maybe. Celine seems to have a bit of control over Damien as well. Since he kinda reacts when she tells him to get some sleep. The fact that she is in charge without a second thought supports that. Also the fact that she doesn’t sleep and we don’t see here huddled by the fire when Damien returns, like she doesn’t need it. She may not be in total control over the world, but at least the cabin. The cracks in the window, to me is more like Dark trying to get in instead of Mark. And the cracks are fixed whenever the loop repeats

Remaining questions

Why can we hear Wilford and Abe’s voices? I’m still not sure I understand that. It’s not like it’s a flash back. Damien wasn’t at those events so how is he hearing that? I know that Wilford in that video talked about mixed up crazy timelines but Damien is basically in a dream so how is this happening?

The point I made where Mark starts to act a lot like Dark still confuses me. If I didn’t know better I would have thought he was the one to turn into Darkiplier. I honestly just have a hard time seeing Damien being the person we see in ADWM, but that’s my opinion.

Also does no one care about the DA!?! Or is it just me!?! Just me?! Ok cool!

The flower

I thought at first it was just a red herring, but it popped up for a few frames later. They were purposely meant to be there for just a split second, so that if you weren’t paying attention, you’d miss it. A lot of people are saying it’s supposed to be Damien’s connection with Wilford, and I’m inclined to agree, but for different reasons.

The main thing I want to know is what kind of flower is this? My first thought when I saw it was Hibiscus, but some people are saying it’s a lily. Going with my first thought, I looked up flower meanings, and there are a lot around Hibiscus, many connecting with beauty. My personal favorite is the Chinese meaning, which says it represents wealth and fame. Ties in a lot with our boy Mark here. However going even more specific is the color, and this one kinda solidified it to me. Pink hibisucs flowers are meant to represent friendship. Love towards people beyond your partner. Seeing a pink Hibiscus then hearing Wil’s voice, that just fills me with so much nerd energy and love.

Those are just my thoughts on the whole matter. I’m excited to see more that Mark has to show us. Let me know if you have any thoughts on what I’ve said, I’d love to talk more on this whole matter. It’s really a lot of fun.

#markiplier #damien #mayor damien #theories and opinions

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Some Thoughts on ‘DAMIEN’

So I just watched DAMIEN... Just... DAYMN! I don't fully get it. But I liked it nevertheless. I really liked the style. It reminded me of Romantically Apocalyptic. So much so that I had to look up the artist just to make certain that it wasn't Vitaly S. Alexiuss (I didn't need to type his full name out, it just feels wrong not to say it all.) Just... No wonder it took months to come out! One artist!? On all of that!? DAYMN!

Okay, now for thoughts and ideas. And. Uh. Spoilers. Maybe. For this blog specifically. Maybe? Probably.

So first things first. This likely takes place in the Upside Down. The other plane. Whatever you wanna call it. We should come up with a noncopyrightinfringementable name probably at some point. I'm thinking it's likely that the cabin itself is specifically someplace Damien and Celine would go when they were younger. A vacation house or something. I'm thinking that Celine made the cabin out of a memory and kept Damien there tending to the fire. I'm thinking that it's made from a memory specifically so that Damien wouldn't question where he is or why. He clearly knows the area well enough to recognize the local geography, and if he is being kept there to not remember, it would be smart to put him in a place he is already intimately familiar in a specific and boring memory so that he wouldn't have any thoughts to make him ask when he is. The first thing he has ever encountered in this purgatory that makes him question when he is, is that pink flower. It's a new and unfamiliar element that makes him connect one day to the next, and that’s when the cracks probably began to show.

Obviously the flower represents William. Who is in the process of becoming Wilford. Damien is stuck in the upsidedown, but Will kinda has a constant presence in the upsidedown. He just always has one foot in the upsidedown and one foot in the real world so to speak. It’s why he is so good at manipulating the house entity’s power. Therefore the flower represents his influence in this realm, and as William becomes Wilford more and more, I imagine that the flowers will spread. Perhaps Will momentarily touching Damien in the upsidedown (by thinking and talking about him in the first time in forever) is what made Damien's fabricated reality start to crack. You know. Speak of the devil and he shall come.

So that fire. That fire has to symbolize something. Celine keeps Damien tending to the fire as a matter of life or death. But she doesn't partake in it's warmth nor does she try to do anything to tend to it. I think that this fire represents some core trait to Damien. His personality. His kindness. His compassion. His need to do what is just. It's why Celine is so adamant on Damien keeping the fire going. Because what she is ultimately trying to hide from Damien is the truth. She wants to keep Damien from letting his fire go out because if it does and he sees the truth? She’s afraid that he’ll become a monster. A monster like she already is.

Inversely, the water is a symbol of the truth. The memories of what happened that day. Celine built a wall to keep the water (truth) away from Damien so that his Fire wouldn’t be extinguished, while Mark seeks to snuff that fire out so that he can get his villain. I imagine that Mark and Celine have been playing a game of cat and mouse for a long time. They’ve been fighting, but in the meantime, Celine is trying to hide Damien and keep him safe while Mark searches for Damien in all of this.

However Mark has had a connection to Damien this whole time. It was just a matter of getting Celine’s defenses down and getting Damien to him. The mirror I think is a symbol that represents this connection and is perhaps also a connection between Damien and the Manor itself (and we who are trapped there).

Mark is delusional! Yay! That’s fun! So I thought it was interesting that he had Damien’s cane. It’s a handy way of immediately telling us who it is while being able to act as a small red herring in the moment. But I’m just wondering what it represents. The cane was certainly a symbol of Damien’s status, so does that mean that Mark has taken the role of Mayor? Likely. I also tend to headcanon that Damien has a disability (something long-term. Wouldn’t have effected him when he was a kid, but bad symptoms start showing up as he gets older) that makes him limp, so it would be interesting if when Mark took Damien’s body, the disability persisted and so Mark needs a cane now too.

Some things... Given how Mark nearly quotes Wilford ‘Motherloving’ Warfstache, that kinda adds credence to the theory that Wilford in that video was actually Actor Mark... Like, Mark subdued Abe and then after wondering what Damien was up to, went to actually genuinely check and came up with this dumb scheme. At the very least, I think that it’s likely that Mark is keeping an eye on Wilford, and so when Wilford inevitability got distracted again, Mark went to try and sway Damien to his side.

As for the zombles. I was wondering who they could be... Other people in the upsidedown like Mark and Damien...? Well, the answer I came up with is way more fun. That’s us! Specifically they’re Mark’s followers as they join the cult! Cult stuff! Yay! It’s back!

Okay, so remember what I said about Damien’s Fire and the water of truth? Clearly Celine has been keeping this wall up to protect Damien, but it seems that Mark was working at tearing this wall down. A wall that couldn’t be maintained by Celine alone. Celine wanted Damien to maintain the fire so that he wouldn’t become a monster and was afraid that if she let Damien see the truth, that he would lose himself. She insists on doing things by herself, everyone else be damned. But by letting Damien help her, the full truth is revealed and they are flooded by it. By the water.

Celine’s asleep now. Submerged in the upsidedown and Damien is in control. I don’t know if this is right, but I think that Damien may have woken up in the real world? Given that the sky has actual color and that there is some light when we look out at the mountains? But when we look out at the mountains, we see that every single tree for miles has been chopped down. Damien had been doing this for years. A very. Very. Long. Time. He never had to worry about keeping the fire fueled. And as we see in the after credits scene as the ground smoulders underfoot, Celine didn’t have to worry about Damien’s fire going out. Because the fire is inside of him. And it burns hot.

One last thought before I go. How does this video tie in to the videos we keep seeing? We now have real context to that repeated phrase, “Go back to sleep.” Well... I think what it means is pretty obvious... Celine is sleeping in the upsidedown now. But so are we. I can’t be certain where we are (my guess would be that we are in the mirror, but that’s not for certain) but we are in there. And Damien knows that we aren’t ready yet. We need to go back to sleep.

#long post #DAMIEN #WHO KILLED MARKIPLIER #wkm #spoilers #DAMIEN spoilers #mayor damien #wkm Damien #damien the mayor #who killed markiplier damien #I'm just happy that this video does tend to tie in well to my thoughts and headcanons with this series. :D #markiplier

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Body Pains and Regrets

Nothing too angsty, but includes strong emotions and relationships ft. some Darkstache and DarkYan at the end!

There are good days.

On these days, Dark feels relaxed and practically content with where he is. The voices in his head are nearly silent, and his bones don't ache as much as they do on most days. The others even seem to notice when he's having a good day and they go out of their way to be well-behaved, both for his sake and for their own.

But then there are bad days. Days where he wakes up in agony, his ears ringing from his aura and screams of despair inside his head. Days where everything hurts and he's plagued with regret and pain and fury.

He wakes up one morning and knows immediately it won't be a good day. He could only assume his aura had lashed out during the night, considering the state of his room. His desk was nearly flipped over, and there were personal items scattered everywhere. Dark sucked in a pained breath and forcefully pulled his aura back in.

It was agonizing getting out of bed, as his body protested every movement he made. Still, he pushed forward, knowing he couldn't afford to be bedridden today. He had too many obligations, too many responsibilities as the leader. He could only be grateful that everything he had to do today could be done in the solace of his office.

He didn't bother dressing up in his full suit, instead throwing on a plain dress shirt and slacks. The walk to his office was painful, but he refused to lean against the walls in fear of one of the others seeing him being so vulnerable. Damien’s cane was hidden far enough in his closest for days like this; he couldn’t let anyone, especially Wilford, see it.

He won’t admit it, but over the years he's grown uncomfortably fond of the others. However, even to this day he hates the idea of them seeing him in a moment of weakness. The voices in his head said as much, reminding him that he was the leader and demanding he acted like one.

Speaking of people he's become overly fond of...

He's close to his office when Yandere turns the corner in front of him, heading in his direction. The younger ego's eyes light up, and Dark feels guilty that he can't return the smile Yan sends him.

"Morning, Dark! Did you sleep well?" Yan asks sweetly. Dark is ready lie when a wave of pain rushes through him, taking him off guard. He has to grit his teeth to repress a groan, which doesn't go unnoticed by the yandere.

"Dark, are you alright? You don't look so well." Yan looks worried, but it only makes Dark feel worse. It almost feels like fire is burning through his veins, and the ringing from his aura increases which only worsens his splitting headache. Having a younger ego like Yandere, no matter how fond he is of him, is only ruining his mood even more.

"I'm fine," Dark spits out, walking quickly past Yan without looking him in the eye. He can’t let Yan see the pain he is in; it’ll only hurt them both, and that’s something Dark wants to avoid. "I just have a lot of work to do."

Yan eyes him suspiciously and reaches out a hand to stop the older ego from leaving.

"Are you su-"

"I said I'm fine!" Dark snaps without turning around. He doesn't see the way Yan flinches away from him, pulling his hand back to himself anxiously. Before Yan can respond, Dark continues his walk to his office, fighting against the urge to limp from the pain continuously coursing through his body. Fighting against the urge to punch himself for snapping at Yan so cruelly.

He wants to collapse on his bed. He wants to cry. He wants to apologize to Yandere. But his body keeps moving forward.

When he eventually makes it to his office he slams the door behind him, locking it for extra measure. He limps and collapses heavily into his chair, sighing. There's a moment of relief now that he isn't supporting his own body weight, but it passes too soon. Once again he's overcome by the pain from his bones grinding against each other, by the pain of Damien and Celine’s tattered souls arguing back and forth insistently in his mind.

He has to reel his aura back in when he notices it begin to become more hostile, threatening to knock over his desk. He takes a deep breath to ground himself, grabs a pen, and begins to review his documents for the day.

//////

Nearly thirty minutes pass before he collapses on top of his desk, shaking violently as he tries to silently copes with the pain.

He can’t even think coherently at this point as his mind only fixates on the constant agony that surrounds him. His head is pounding, and all he can hear over the screams of the voices in his head is the roar of his aura. Dark realizes he hadn’t been keeping track of his aura and he looked up warily. He winces when he sees it had lashed out at some point and knocked over his bookshelf. He hadn’t even noticed…

Dark is ready to curl in on himself and accept his misery when the door to his office is slammed open. Strange, he could’ve sworn he locked it.

Wilford storms into his office, effortlessly pushing against Dark’s overbearing aura with his own. For some reason that lifts some of the burden off of Dark’s shoulders, and he gets back enough strength to sit up as Wilford approaches angrily.

“Yan is crying in my studio because of you! What the hell did you do? You know I-” Wilford’s anger turned into confusion when he saw Dark’s overturned bookshelf. “What the hell…so you’re knocking furniture over now too, huh?!”

Dark groans, both in pain and annoyed with Wilford’s presence. The journalist is yelling at him, and Wilford is already loud when he speaks normally. Just having his closest friend snapping at him when he’s still practically writhing in pain is enough to overwhelm Dark, and he covers his face in his hands. His body trembles and he has to grit his teeth again to stop from crying out.

Wilford blinks, and his shoulders sag when he understands.

“It’s one of those days, is it?”

Dark doesn’t answer, he doesn’t know if he can even open his mouth without crying at this point. The day has barely even started and he’s already past his limits somehow. He feels like he’s suffocating from the pain and humiliation, and yet he doesn’t know whether he wants to ask Wilford for help or tell him to go away. He’s thankful Wil chooses for him.

“C’mon, you’re no help to anyone like this. You gotta go back and get some rest.” He knows that Wilford is right, but he can’t. Even when his body feels like it’s failing on him, the voices in his head are still dissatisfied. They still scream at him to keep moving when all he wants to do is rest.

“Wil, I can’t. Th-They-“

“They can’t control you if you don’t allow them, Darky.” Wilford interrupts him. The pink ego walks around until he’s behind Dark’s chair, and he helps the other up as gently as he can. “If you need to stay in bed and recover, than you’re going to stay in bed and recover. They can’t take that away from you, not when you’re in control.”

It’s silent, and Dark realizes a moment later that the voices had stopped. Figures, Dark thinks bitterly to himself, they’ve always listened to Wilford instead of me. Still, he’s grateful for the quiet, even while his body shakes from the pangs of agony. He leans heavily on Wil, knowing the other will have his back.

“They’ve stopped…thank you, old friend.”

“Let’s get you back to your room, you look like hell.” Wil teases. The two of them slowly make their way down the hall with Wilford supporting most of his weight. The pink ego is about to joke about having to start dragging Dark when they run into Yan. It’s a moment of deja vu for Dark, though the younger ego doesn’t look excited to see him this time. The younger ego’s eyes are bloodshot, and he flinches when the two of them make eye contact. Why does that hurt more than the torture he’s been through today?

“O-Oh, uh-I was just looking for you, Wil. I was gonna-I mean, I’ll just go-“ Dark feels his heart clench at the sight of Yan stuttering and making excuses to get away from him. It’s different from the pain he’s been dealing with, and yet somehow this is the worst he’s felt all day. He’s responsible for why Yan is like this, and if it had been any other ego he wouldn’t have cared. If it had been anyone but Yandere he wouldn’t feel as guilty and disappointed as he does now.

“I’m sorry, Yandere. I shouldn’t have-“ Dark grimaces when it feels his bones are scraping against each other. Yan worriedly looks up when he sees the pain Dark is in, and he looks to Wilford for an explanation.

“Don’t worry, Yan. He’s having a rough day, but he’ll be as good as new tomorrow!” The older ego reassures him. Yan looks back to Dark nervously, wishing Wilford was telling the truth, or that there was something he could do to help.

“Is he right? Are you really going to be alright?” Despite the pain he’s in, Dark can’t help but smile. From how he’d snapped at Yan earlier, he doesn’t think he deserves the younger one’s sympathy. No, he knows he doesn’t deserve it. And yet here Yan was, asking him again if he would be okay. He doesn’t deserve him. He doesn’t deserve anything, if he’s being honest with himself, but he has more important things to focus on now. Like Yandereipleir.

“Yes, I’ll be…I’ll be fine. I just need to rest.” Dark reassures the younger ego. Yandere sighs in relief, though he remains his composure in front of the two oldest egos.

“Th-that’s good to hear!” Yan was starting to get worried, but he feels immediate relief when Dark confirms that he’s feeling alright, even if he’s not at his best. It’s enough for the him, and Yan starts to turn away when Dark stops him with a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll explain this more tomorrow after I’ve healed, Yan. Wait for me until then, okay?”

Yan feels like his heart is going to burst from the unexpected attention and affection of Dark, but he forces himself to steel his reaction. He doesn’t want to overreact and unintentionally drive Dark away (if only he’d known how much Dark was infatuated with him).

Before he can respond, Wilford is already dragging Dark across the hall to his room. Yandere watches fondly after the two.

“I’ll wait for you for eternity, Senpai. Don’t worry about me.” Yandere whispers, preparing himself for whatever else he has to face before he can call Dark his own.

#darkyan #yandereiplier #darkiplier #there's some angst ok #there is some fluff and love to be passed around #I just want Yan to be happy #darkstache

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