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The Healing String (Actor Marc x GN Reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 More coming soon!

A series base on this post. Basically a string of fate (Or red string) Soulmate AU where Marc can control the strings.

Also, you're not the DA in this story. I don't think the DA will be in the story but I will let you know if they are. Also, I did a drawing for this it's a very bottom!

Summary- Marc has lived a very interesting life and a lot of his life revolved around the red string of fate. We take a look at his life and what lead him to this moment. The moment he got another string of fate and met his new soulmate, you. 1846 words

Tws- mentions of cheating, trust issues, bad mental health, mentions the events of WKM (so very slight character death), manuplitation (Not of the reader), isolation, mentions of toxic relationships (Not involving reader), assholes, and talking down on someone.

My main man Marc actually went to therapy lol. No, but this series is not going to be all fluff so make sure to read TWs, I'll mention again if extra triggering topics come up. Basically, Marc learning to love again, and you two actually having a healthy relationship!

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Marc has always loved the color red. It meant many things to him. The meaning shifted as he did. First, it was courage, then it was love, then anger, his power, and eventually passion.

His love for red has always been a thing so, When he finally got his red string he was elated. He was bursting with joy and couldn't wait to meet his soulmate. He had always imagined his soulmate being his fan sitting in the crowd, the string would pull them together on stage and everyone would see their love.

When he did finally meet his soulmate it was a lot less dramatic than he imagined, but as he looked into Celine's eyes he didn’t care. All he cared about was her.

He did everything for Celine, all he had ever wanted was her happiness. To say he was heartbroken when the string started to fray is an understatement. He cried for days on end and decided he would do everything in his power to fix his string with Celine.

That never did end up happening. He tried so hard, and he couldn't fix it. When Celine told him about how her string with him had frayed but was repaired with the colonel, it broke him.

The string was cut and so was his compassion. He had screamed at her to leave and never come back. The red from the gone string was replaced by red hot anger in his soul, he had given everything to her, and he tried everything to make her happy. All of that for her to break his heart and trust. He didn’t know if he was angry about the cheating itself, or about how long it has been going on.

After that day, no one saw Marc for very long. His friends and family reached out and tried to help him but the red anger in his heart was too much for him. He couldn’t trust anyone and he had learned that the hard way.

After about 2 years, his sadness lessened and his anger grew. She would hurt other people, he knew it. How cruel does someone have to be to cheat on them with their best friend? How could his best friend do this to him? He had so much pain and anger, they deserved to experience it too.

His mental health declined heavily, and very fast. This didn’t help when he started to look into the mystical arts. He couldn't bring himself to hurt Celine, a small part of him still loved her. No matter what she did to him he wouldn't ever lay a finger on her, the same could be said about the colonel. His pain wasn’t physical, no. It was mental, and he had no issue with hurting them that way.

He planned the night he died for months, and somehow it didn’t go according to plan. Though Marc was a smart man, he made it work for him and he came out on top.

That night Marc had realized something, he could now control the string of fate. The little red string that had caused him to break, was now his to control. He had so much power now, he could bend fate and that brought him joy. With a simple swipe of his hands, he could get whatever he wanted. Though the red string never came back on its own, it was always created by Marc.

After a while this got tiring. He was so tired, he had all the power and money he could want but that was not going to fix his broken heart. He tried many things, most were unhealthy. Then one day he got fed up and decided he was going to make himself happy. No one else could, so he took a leap of faith and started to go to therapy.

His first therapy session was about 3 years ago and while he wasn't healed totally; he was much healthier now. He had worked his way back into acting and was in bigger roles now.

He had rediscovered his love for acting. It was a coping mechanism for him and helped him stop abusing his power. On occasion he would still warp the string of fate, sometimes for selfish reasons, sometimes not. That's what led him to now.

He was on set for the movie he was starring in. It was a classic action and romance, it was a fun script made by an amazing team of people. So when he had heard they were going to replace the young and upcoming director he refused. With a few quick swipes of his hands and a few magic words, the director not only was allowed to stay but had also been greenlighted for another movie. It was worth it to see the young director happy.

He sat in his chair, a custom-made one he brought onto sets with him. With red velvet cushions and fancy carved wood, it screamed Marc.

As he sat in the chair he inspected the red string attached to his thumb, he always left the pinky open in case he ever got another soulmate. He let out a sigh and swiped his hand above it.

A red glow untied the string from his hand, and the string moved from him, back to the person's original soulmate.

He will manipulate people, but he refuses to cut the string. He wouldn't let anyone he cares about go through the same pain as him. The only time he had to guarantee the safety of someone.

He groaned and leaned against his chair, face against his hand. He was waiting in his room until they needed him on set. It helped recharge his social battery, which he had learned would help him feel less overwhelmed.

He wore his costume, a simple white dress shirt, rolled to his sleeves, and gray dress pants. The only difference was the hair clip in his hair keeping it from moving. The stylist worked so hard on his hair and he would be damned if he made them do that again, plus he hated having his hair and makeup down.

He closed his eyes letting himself have a moment of peace and rest before he felt a disturbance around him. His eyes shot open and found nothing, it was a disturbance in the mystic world. He shook his head, not his problem.

Well, it wasn't his problem until he felt something wrap around his finger, his face contorted with shock as he saw a red string tie itself around his pinky and shoot out of the room.

He held up his hand and looked at it. It couldn't be real could it, maybe he created it by accident? He waved a hand to try and untie it and it didn’t work.

He stood from his chair, as he felt something he hadn't felt in years.

He felt hopeful and scared. He wanted to love again and always yearned for it but couldn't stand the idea of another heartbreak. He stood there debating what he should do.

As if fate was encouraging him, the string pulled, taught, and glowed. His new soulmate was close. His heart raced in his chest as he quickly left the room.

He was scared of getting hurt again, but he had to know who. Who could love him after everything he's done and been through? Fate gave him another chance and he’d rather die again than risk losing it.

As he walked down the hall of the studio people looked at him confused, he didn't care, not now. He was about to leave the specific building they were filming in, when he felt a hand stop him, the director.

“Marc, where are you going? It's about time for your scene.” The director asked confused, Marc took a breath,

“My string of fate is back.” The director gasped with a surprised face, “My soulmate is near, I'm sorry I promise I’ll be-” the director cut him off.

“What are you still doing here? Go! We can film it another day.” the director said, pushing him out of the door. Marc smiled and thanked the director before leaving, following the string.

He slowly sped up until he was sprinting in the direction of the string, he wouldn't lose them, not when they were so close.

After turning the corner around a building he stopped suddenly and his breath got caught in his throat. Around a group of studio officials and others was his soulmate. You.

You stood holding some kind of book in your hand and looking like you were trying to say something. You were so focused on the conversation you didn't notice the string go taught. Marc sped walk over to you and as he grew closer he heard the people talking.

“I know in the source material they aren't in a relationship, but the audience would love that.” One person said you tried to interject. You were cut off, “Yes I agree it would be a great hook. “ You bite your lip.

You're an author of a very famous book series and the studio wanted to turn it into a movie. They asked for you to be there and overwatch its production. Not that it mattered, they wouldn't listen to you. The director was full of himself, and the writers and producers ignored you completely. You were about ready to call it quits. You spent so much time, money, and effort into these books and they were going to make so many readers unhappy if they kept on.

“Actually, the whole point is that they're not-” You were cut off.

“I know you're the author, but I think it's best we do this. We are professionals after all. “ The director said to you, your blood boiled. How dare they.

As Marc walked up to you he heard the conversation and he grew angry. He knew this director and they were notorious for being a huge bag of dicks. So as he finally arrived behind you, he stepped to your side, so that he wasn't completely behind you and said

“Yeah, you're a professional douche bag. I honestly don't even know why the studio hasn’t fired you yet. I know plenty of better directors that would fill your spot very nicely. “ He spoke,

You turned to him and froze, whoever this guy was he was beautiful and he was standing up for you. You felt your heart race and cheeks grow hot. The man placed his hand softly on your back,

“I will personally talk to the head of the studio and get you another project. You don’t deserve to be working with someone so talented. “ He finished, directing you away from the group. You knew you should probably say something, but you were so enchanted by this mysterious man it slipped from your mind. He smiled down at you and you felt a tug on your pinky. You looked down and saw the red string attached to this man.

Holy fuck, he was your soulmate.

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vanilla-ending · 7 months

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Random Markiplier ego headcanons: Relationships edition (platonic, familial, romantic!) 🩷

Bing, Derby (Cool Patrol Leader), and Marc (E-Boy) are all friends- they’re the shades boys and do dumb shit like make tiktoks of Bing trying to pull Derby on his skates while skateboarding down a street-

Derby and Bop (MarkiplierTV) are Yancy’s younger brothers. They all have the same dad but different moms, and are thick as thieves with each other. Part of Yancy’s incarceration was protecting his brothers from his mother. The younger two visit him on third Sundays 🥺

There is a possibility that Actor is Yancy’s father. There is also a possibility that Actor has attempted to treat Marc like his son despite their vast generational gap-

The Nightguard and the Survivor (FNaF Musical and Resident Enis musical) are brothers, who got separated when their lives went in different directions. They only meet again in the manor with their own sets of trauma and a quite bond over singing

Speaking of singing, there’s a Glee club type get together between all the egos who sing (Yancy, Derby, Bop, NG, and Res-), where they mostly just sing and Yancy tries getting them to do original songs he’s written (even if Bop is only vocalizing and not verbally speaking-)

Ed Edgar and Derek Derekson are work partners, who are attempting to fight for their businesses to get more advertising time on the Markiplier TV scheduling. They’re both awful fathers who convince each other they’re just Doing the right thing :/

Eric has been lowkey adopted by Captain Magnum, the two bonding over their prosthetics at first until Magnum offers to get the boy his sea legs, wanting to take Eric away from the loud bustling manor and onto the “calming” sea. Eric is just happy someone so big is being nice and caring to him 3:

Dr. Iplier and Dr. Plier (My Therapist, Dr. Plier) are cousins, who don’t know exactly why their last names are so similar but Different, but don’t really care. Edward (Iplier) and Greyson (Plier) have coffee together in the morning before their appointments and chat often, they have a solid relationship 🩷

Dark and Wilford are in an open marriage, Wilford enjoys flirting and being with many other egos while Dark is content as long as their husband returns at the end of the night to sleep with them.

Dark and Wilford have also unofficially adopted the King of the Squirrels as their youngest kid, as well as Ayano (Yandere) who was possibly the bastard child of William and Celine in their past life. All she knows is these adult egos feel safe to go to when she’s in trouble at school-

William and Michael (Actor) were brothers, Michael was adopted into the Barnum family and adored his older brother until their adult years, when the affair came to light. In the manor, Wilford has no idea why his spouse despises the depressed Actor that he just wishes to befriend!

Micheal had a short relationship after his divorce, with a writer named Arthur (Author) who wrote him violent poetry and made him feel adored. Now in the manor, Actor finds himself fondly listening to the Host when the man reads in the library ❤️

Google Blue is assigned the task of working with the Engineer to keep the man busy now that he doesn’t have a ship to take care of, leading to the Engineer to grow affectionate over the android as the “nicest” person in the manor (seeing how they barely leave the lab)

Murdock (A Murder With Markiplier) and Yancy are in a relationship that started as only physical and developed into more personal, both sharing their interests with each other the more they hung out. Murdock offers his couch in his apartment for Yancy when he gets on parol

The Googles do not see each other as siblings, more as separate parts of one being. They share files and memory space between each other, work on the same projects, simply having their own color coded folders for anything deemed unnecessary to share between each other. They all see Bing as a reluctant colleague while he sees them as his friends-

Edward has taken responsibility for HeeHoo, while it isn’t domesticated enough to stay in the manor full time, he leaves a cellar door open with a nest of fabrics for HeeHoo to curl up in during the cold months, as well as bowls of food and fresh water by the back door of the manor. Every few months he gets Illinois and Res to hunt it down so he can do a check up and give it necessary medical work.

Illinois and Res are adventuring buddies, in the sense they go on forest walks in near silence. Illinois talks the most while Res is just interested in getting out of that too clean and too fancy house for a few hours. Illy has the maps and the experience while Res has the weapons and skill to keep them safe.

Maybe I do a a part 2 for these adding in JSE egos or non-Mark characters from his projects?? I dunno- also I hit 30 whole tags for this post trying to name everyone and what they’re from 😭

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moon-knights-balls · 6 months

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Marc(iplier) Spector

#moon knight

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an-auspicious-evening · 7 days

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Pile of letters.

Letters still in their envelopes are bound together by a single rubber band, and as you slip it off and free the historic pieces, you flip each one of them over to read the names they’re addressed to.

Three to Robert Ahlborn. Four to Margaret Ahlborn. Four to the post office of the Mayor. Three to William J. Barnum. One to Oliver Ahlborn.

Eleven to Marc Iplier.

The only one unsealed catches your attention, and you set the others down in favor of unfolding the paper. It’s discolored and brittle, some corners missing and small water stains on it. You’ll have to wash your hands afterwards from the dust.

You set it down on the floor and flatten it out.

You hunch over your desk and let the quill fall from your hand, holding your head in your hands as tears ruin the paper below you.

You’ve made a life for yourself. You found and made the family you should’ve had years ago. You developed a deep friendship with the woman you married. You can finally take care of your sister and give her the life she deserves.

Your life is what you wanted. So why is he still everywhere you look? Why is it that every time you think you’ve gotten over him, something reminds you, you wished you’d stayed.

Why does he have to be your entire personality, your every thought, your very mind?

You hear heels approaching the room, and you don’t have to look up to know who it is.

“Oh, sweetheart…” Catherine sighs sympathetically, making her way over to you and gently wrapping her arms around your body. “I know it hurts… it’ll be okay, I promise.”

Her words only make Oliver’s state worsen.

He clings to her tightly.

#three days left.

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memento-morii-ua · 10 days

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can we have a list of which egos we can ask for-?

I got a lot- /j

Markiplier egos:

- Darkiplier

- Wilford Warfstache

- Actor Marc

- The Host

- Yancy

- Yandereplier

- Googliplier

- Bingiplier

- Illinois Jones

- Eric Derekson

- Captain Magnum

- Engineer Mark

- Bim Trimmer

- Jim (specifically the reporter Jim from WKM)

- Dr. Iplier

- Dr. Plier

- Annus

Jacksepticeye egos

- Anti

- Dr. Schneep

- Chase

- Marvin

- Jackie

- JJ

- Robbie

Crankgameplays/Ethan Nestor egos

- Blank

- Mad Mike

- Unus

MarkCU/Others

- Damien

- Colonel

- Abe

- Benjamin

- William/The Colonel

- Gunther

- Celci

- Burt

- Celine

#morii has spoken #morii responds #markiplier fandom #jacksepticeye fandom #crankgameplays fandom #ethan nestor fandom #markiplier egos #jacksepticeye egos #crankgameplays egos #ethan nestor egos #in space with markiplier #who killed markiplier #a heist with markiplier #headcanons #headcanon

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echo-echo31 · 1 year

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California Dreaming | Actor x GN!Reader

Authors Notes: based on this photo. This idea appeared yesterday and hasn't let me live since.

Warnings: none apply :)

Scene I: Colorado Desert, CA - 1973

"Alright, that's a wrap for now, Mr Iplier. I gotta change the film, so feel free to go for a break,"

You see Marc's shoulder's relax, the forced casual pose he'd been holding melting into something more organic, as he steps down from the cliff creating about a 4 feet drop to the man-made pathway up to the house.

Dust is kicked up as he jumps down, landing so that his once white sneakers are now covered in a thin layer of the desert sand.

You wave from your canvas chair, one hand still holding your glass soda bottle as his practised and annoyingly dazzling smile finds you. He's walking over, still kicking up dust, unhooking a pair of sunglasses from his jean pocket. Of course, he can't hook them on the v of his shirt neck like he usually does, what with him being topless and all.

"Enjoying the view?" He teases, that obnoxious grin that you'll never admit flips your stomach filling his features.

"Yeah, now that it's not blocked by some asshole,"

Marc clutches his hand to his chest in mock outrage.

"You mean, the asshole," You snort out a laugh as he finds the chair opposite you, practically falling into it with an exaggerated sigh. Wordlessly, he gestures for you to throw him a soda, which you pick from the ground beside you and toss at him. Easily, he catches it on one hand, using his teeth to take off the cap before drinking.

You definitely don't find it more attractive than you should.

"Ah," He sighs as he finishes swallowing, leaning back so that both his arms and legs are spread almost comically wide across the canvas chair.

There's a moment of comfortable silence; both of you seeming to enjoy the warm air and open sky. Then, Marc looks up again at you. A smile, smaller and more delicate than the previous satisfied grin, appears on his lips.

"You know, I was thinking…" He leaves the sentence float in the air a little, a foot coming up to rub against your leg in a gesture of affection, the material of his upturned jeans oddly soothing on your bare legs.

You raise one eyebrow over your sunglasses.

"I know you're thinking, Marc. What terrible adventure you gonna drag me along for now?"

"Hey!" He sits up a little and you smile at his indignation, "My adventures are always fun!"

"I think you're forgetting the parts when we've almost gotten thrown out the theatre, spent the night in jail to hide from your obsessed fans or almost got abducted by a restaurant chef,"

"Yeah, but it worked though, didn't it?" He leans back with that signature smirk as you kick his leg playfully, although you can't help smiling.

"I was thinking…once this shoot is done. Well…" Marc rubs a hand across the back of his neck, in an uncharacteristically uncertain gesture,"This desert seems a good place to hide from the blood-suckers in LA,"

"You mean you don't want to go back to the fame and fortune of Hollywood?" You question, dripping with sarcasm.

You expect a smart reply, or egotistical statement of his status as one of the most popular upcoming actors. Instead, the way Marc keeps silent makes you think there's something else to his proposal.

"Not yet," He replies, quietly.

You take a moment to really observe him; including his annoyingly handsome appearance. You wonder - unknowingly at the exact same time as he does - how you got to be so lucky.

"Marc Iplier. I'll make a sentimental of you yet,"

#echo writes #bastard man <3 #california dreaming series #echo is sfw #sfw sunday #i figured out how to do read more on mobile

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westanthewaterman · 2 years

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In Character - Actor!Mark x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 3300+

AN: This one...really got away from me. Wow. Also, if there’s any interest in a M!Reader version let me know and I can do that

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Marcus Iplier, the star of the silver screen.

The two of you met years ago when you were both just starting out on the road to fame. He’d been a friend amidst the chaos of casting calls, paparazzi, and backstage drama. The chemistry between you showed on and off the screen. Rarely did one of you fill a role without the other. ‘Hollywood’s golden couple’ the papers called you. It didn’t matter that you were both happily married, at least that’s how it seemed, to other people. If there was a big-screen movie with a couple as the starring role, you and Marc got the call.

It didn’t take long for your husband to get fed up with all the gossip and the tabloids saying the two of you were having a secret affair. No matter how many times you assured him there was nothing going on behind closed doors, he couldn’t believe you. He had said you looked at Marc in a way you’d never looked at him.

It wasn’t until after your divorce papers had been signed did you start to hear the rumors about an affair between Marc’s brother William and his wife Celine. You’d thought it was just gossip, but Marc’s reaction when you’d asked about it told you all you needed to know.

After that, his life began to spiral. Between trying to save his marriage and keep his career alive, Marc got lost. You could see it in his eyes, in the way his passion for acting slowly disappeared. It was no surprise to anyone when the news of his divorce started to spread. Not long after, Marc fired his manager and disappeared from the public eye for months. You tried to reach out, you left messages with his butler, but it was no use. Marcus Iplier seemed to just vanish.

And then one day he reappeared.

You’d heard the news that Marc had hosted a party with a handful of old friends, including his brother, and they had all hashed things out, agreeing to turn over a new leaf. It wasn’t long after that he reappeared in the limelight and started taking roles again. The first time you saw him, you hugged him tight and told him you were happy he was okay. He had smiled at you then, eyes still tired but there was a light there you hadn’t seen in a long time.

Now several months later, you’re sitting in the lounge of Marc’s new house, going over lines with the man of the hour. Filming starts in a week for the new movie, some romantic drama you hadn’t had any interest in until Marc had called you to let you know he’d be playing the leading man.

“Come on, I know the script is cheesy, but it won’t be any fun without you. Besides, it’s the first romance I’m doing since…everything and I’d feel a lot better if I was doing it with you.”

And how were you supposed to say no to that?

So here you are, sitting on the couch, one hand on Marc’s face and the other holding your script. He’s looking at you with those dark eyes and a sweet smile that sends your heart racing.

“My love, we were meant to be together,” Marc speaks softly, barely above a whisper, stroking his fingers over your cheek. “You don’t have to fight it anymore.”

“I…don’t know if I’m ready.”

“Is anyone ever truly ready?”

He closes his eyes, leaning in to press a tender kiss to-

“Stop!” You shriek and jump from the sofa, covering your mouth with a hand to fight back a laugh. “God, this script is terrible.”

Marc chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “It really is. I’m not sure why people watch this sort of thing. It’s so…dramatic.”

“Oh please, you love this kind of stuff. You’re the drama king!”

Pink colors his cheeks and he laughs. Marc stands and crosses the room to the bar in the corner, pouring himself a drink of something light and bubbly. You try not to let the concern show on your face but he’s always been able to see right through your facade.

“Oh relax.” He smiles lightly. “I said no more drinking and I meant it. It’s sparkling apple juice; I think I might like it more than champagne.”

“Always one for the finer things in life.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

Marc sits back down, gesturing you over. You take your place beside him, opening your script once again and flipping through the pages.

“Why did I agree to do this again?”

“Because this film is going to be the hit of the summer and it’s going to bring in a lot at the box office.”

You scrunch your nose. “I could care less about box office numbers.”

“Fine, fine. You agreed because you’re a good friend and I wouldn’t be able to do it without you.”

“Yes, and you’re going to take me to a very nice dinner once we’ve finished filming. Don’t forget about that part.”

“I would never forget something so important.”

“Yeah? What restaurant did I want to go to?”

“The…restaurant…with the food.”

“Your memory is impeccable, my dear. I’ve no idea how you remember all these lines.”

“It’s not about memorizing lines. If a script is done right, like this one clearly isn’t, you don’t need to memorize anything, you just fall into it, you feel it.”

You roll your eyes, shoving him playfully. “You’re such an old romantic.”

Marc purses his lips, eyes dropping to the floor. You sigh, reaching out to take one of his hands in yours.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“No, no, it’s alright, really.” He squeezes your hand. “It’s so funny. Back then, I thought I would feel the way I did forever. I couldn’t imagine life without her, without the ache. It felt like I was suffocating. Now…it hurts but it feels okay. It feels like I’m healing. I still find it hard not to be angry about what she did and I have a right to that anger, but I know she wasn’t happy with me and I don’t fault her for that.”

You nod. “Time and patience really do wonders for one’s self.”

“How’re you? I was in the thick of it when I heard about your divorce, I’ve never really gotten to ask how you feel about the whole thing.”

“I was sad at first. Not because of the divorce, but because he was so unhappy. There was nothing we could’ve done to work it out.”

“What happened?”

“He thought I was putting my career before him, and maybe I was, I don’t know. I don’t think we ever truly loved each other. He loved the person he thought I was and I loved having the company.”

Marc nods. “Well, you’re a wonderful person and a joy to be around. You’ll find someone that loves you for who you are.”

“Well if you keep dragging me into sappy romance movies, I’ll never have time for real love, will I?”

He grins. “Maybe that was the plan all along. If you fall in love and run off, who will star in all these sappy films with me?”

“It’s a heavy burden, but someone must carry it and I guess it has to be me.” You pick up your script. “Now where were we?”

“I believe I was convincing you to finally give in to your undying love for me while we kiss under the moonlight in Paris or somewhere equally as stereotypical.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Let’s just get back to where we were.”

You take a deep breath and pull yourself back into character, cupping the side of his face once again. Mark looks down at you with the same moony expression as before but this time something is different, although you can’t quite pinpoint what. Have his eyes always been so dark and endless?

“My love, we were meant to be together.” He strokes the side of your face, his fingertips barely ghosting over your skin but it’s enough to send goosebumps flaring up all over you. “You don’t have to fight it anymore.”

“I…” You swallow dryly. He’s so close. You can feel his breath fanning out between the two of you. It would take barely anything to lean forward and close the distance. “I…don’t know if I’m ready.”

“I don’t think anyone is ever truly ready. Sometimes it just hits you out of nowhere and …sometimes it creeps up on you before you even realize it.”

“Mark, that…that’s not the line.”

“I know.”

You stare at each other, hesitant to look away in fear of breaking whatever spell has fallen over you. Marc leans in slowly until there’s only a hair’s breadth between you, the tips of your noses touching. This close, you can see flecks of gold in his dark, honey eyes. Your heart is pulsing frantically in your ears and you wonder if he can hear it.

God, he’s beautiful. This wonderful, dramatic, kind man who’s pulled himself back from the brink of despair and is doing everything in his power to be better.

You think you might love him.

With that thought comes a rush of emotions and suddenly everything makes sense. You’re not sure why you didn’t see it sooner.

“Marc,” You whisper, and you can feel his lips just barely brushing yours.

“Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop and we can pretend this never happened.”

You loop your arms around his neck. “Don’t you dare.”

Marc closes the distance between the two of you, pressing his lips against yours. He tastes like apple juice and you can’t help but laugh against him. You’ve kissed in a film before many times, but it was never like this. His hands slide from your shoulders and down your sides, stopping to rest at your waist, pulling you flush against him. He speaks your name like a prayer against your lips, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours.

“Is this okay?”

You nod, running your fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck. “Very okay.”

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about this, about having you in my arms like this.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Marc.”

“Hm?”

“Kiss me again.”

Unlike the first kiss, which had been chaste and soft, this kiss was hungry. Your lips press together almost painful as his tongue traces over your bottom lip, asking for entry. When you oblige, his tongue slips into your mouth and twines with yours. You groan against his mouth, one of your hands getting a handful of his hair and the other white-knuckling the front of his shirt.

His hands pull you until you’re seated in his lap, knees bracketing his thighs. Through the layers of clothes, you can feel him half-hard beneath you and it starts a fire in the pit of your stomach.

“Marc,” you groan.

He pulls away from your lips, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, the tip of his tongue slipping out to tease over your skin. “What is it, darling? What do you need?”

“You. I need you.”

Marc straightens, looking down into your eyes. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “I want you. I think I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

“And now who’s the old romantic? I thought you didn’t like sappy romance.”

You laugh in disbelief and start climbing out of his lap. “Nevermind, I take it all back. You’re insufferable.”

“Oh come now, don’t be like that!”

“No, I’m going home. You can find someone else to star in this ridiculous movie with because I-”

He silences you with a quick press of his lips against yours. Marc pulls you back into his lap, running a hand through your hair.

“Better? I promise not to make fun of you again.”

You roll your eyes but there’s a goofy grin on your face. “Fine, fine.”

“I hope I haven’t spoiled the mood.”

With a smirk, you roll your hips down against his and he groans. “I don’t think you’ve spoiled it at all. But we are both very overdressed.”

You start undoing the buttons on his shirt and Marc returns to kissing down your neck and over your shoulder, being no help at all. A particularly harsh nip on your collarbones forces a moan from your lips and your fingers fumble over the task at hand. Finally, you get fed up with the whole thing and rip his shirt open, buttons flying every which way.

“Darling, was that really necessary?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

Marc helps you divest him of his shirt and then his hands settle on your thighs. He slides them up over your hips and to your waist, pulling your dress up and off as he goes, eventually leaving you in just your undergarments and a pair of silk stockings.

“God,” he throws his head back with a groan, “you look good enough to eat.”

You bite your lip, running your hands over his chest. “Hm, maybe next time. I’m far too impatient to wait that long.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, really.”

You reach behind yourself and undo the clasps on your bra, letting it slip off your arms and fall to the ground. Marc reaches out slowly, hands cupping your breasts.

“Absolutely gorgeous.”

He leans forward and kisses a line down from your collarbone to your nipple, swirling his tongue around it slowly. He twists the other between his fingers gently, earning him a high-pitched moan.

“Oh darling, your little whimpers and moans sound downright sinful. I can’t wait to hear you sing for me.”

“God, Marc.” You dig your fingers into his shoulders, arching your back to press your breasts further into his touch.

“I love the way you say my name, sweetling.”

Marc pulls away, patting your thigh lightly and hooking a finger into the waistband of your underwear. “Go on, take these off for me.”

You smile, a dark look in your eyes and you stand, turning your back towards him. Bending over at the waist, you slip your panties over the curve of your ass and down your legs, stepping out of them.

“That’s not fair,” he groans, cupping himself through his pants.

“All’s fair in love and war, darling,” you wink at him over your shoulder before climbing back into his lap.

Reaching between you, you undo his belt and open his pants just enough to reach in and pull his cock out. He’s about average length but much thicker than anyone else you’ve seen before. You wrap your fingers around him, admiring the weight of him in your hands before you start to stroke up and down the shaft slowly. A bead of precum has started to drip from the tip and you smear it over the head of his cock with your thumb.

“Fuck!” Marc curls his hand into a fist and shoves a knuckle between his teeth, trying to keep quiet.

“None of that. I want you to sing for me,” You pull his hand down, mirroring his words from earlier.

He throws his head back against the couch, digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs. You take one of his hands and guide it down between your legs. Marc groans at how warm and wet you feel as his fingers slip between your folds until they stop at your clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

“Oh darling, you’re so ready for me already, aren’t you?”

“Fuck Marc, yes.”

Your hand speeds up on his cock and Marc slips two fingers inside you, curling them just so to send sparks shooting up your spine. There’s a knot forming in the pit of your stomach and you can feel it getting tighter and tighter. Your concentration falters as he starts working you open, scissoring his fingers while his thumb rubs over your clit.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Marc whispers, tracing his tongue over the shell of your ear. “Just give in, my sweet, cum for me.”

The knot pulls taut and finally, it snaps, sending a wave of white-hot heat rolling through you. You clamp down on his fingers, forcing a moan from both of you. Marc watches you fall apart with dark, hungry eyes.

As you come down, you take deep, steadying breaths, pressing your forehead to his shoulder. Marc strokes your back gently, pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

“That was beautiful, darling. How’re you feeling?”

“Great.”

“Think you can handle more?”

You nod enthusiastically and he laughs.

Marc takes a gentle hold of your hips, pulling you closer until you’re hovering over his cock. He strokes himself slowly, guiding the head to your entrance before pulling you down. You sink onto his cock slowly, whimpering as the tip seems to catch on every sensitive spot inside you.

Once you’re fully seated on him, hips flush against his, Marc strokes the side of your face tenderly.

“You feel so good, darling. Does it hurt at all?”

You shake your head, rolling your hips down, the base of his cock creating delicious friction against your clit.

“Oh,” Marc groans, “keep going.”

Slowly, you raise up onto your knees until just the head of his cock is still inside you and you drop back down, forcing a moan from both of you. You set a steady pace, rising up and sinking back down onto him, squeezing around his cock. One of Marc’s hands tangles into your hair while the other slips between your legs, rubbing over your clit. The room is filled with your moans and the sound of skin hitting skin.

“That’s it, baby. Make yourself feel good. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

You whine, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“Oh, do you like it when I whisper obscene things into your ear, darling?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, pulling your head up so he can whisper in your ear. “You feel so good around me. I’ve thought about this so many times, how I would fuck you, how I would make you moan my name.”

“M-Marc.”

“Yes, just like that. You’ll cum again for me, won’t you? I want to feel the way you tighten and clench around my cock.”

A moan, high and desperate, leaves your lips as you feel his finger on your clit speed up, dragging you closer and closer to your second orgasm. Marc begins to thrust up into you, meeting every downward thrust of your hips with an upward thrust of his own. The friction has fireworks exploding behind your eyes and you’re right on the edge, so close.

“That’s it. I can feel how close you are. Cum for me, darling.”

That’s all it takes. The desperation in his voice sends you free-falling into your second orgasm, the pleasure almost drowning you as you tighten around him. Marc throws his head back with a groan, grabbing your hips and moving you up and down on his cock until he still, cumming inside you with a shout of your name.

The two of you stay frozen in place, fighting to catch your breath. Marc cradles your head against his chest and you can hear his heartbeat thumping beneath your ear.

“That was…” He sighs, pushing hair out of his face, “perfect.”

“I agree.” You smile up at him.

“I hope this wasn’t…a one-time thing?”

You take his face in your hands, tracing your thumbs back and forth over his cheeks, and kiss him softly, passionately. When you pull away, Marc is looking at you with a dreamy look in his eyes. “Does that answer your question?”

He laughs. “Yes, I suppose it does.”

“So,” you kiss his cheek, “should we get back to practicing our lines?”

#actor!mark x reader #actor!mark x f!reader #actor!mark x reader smut #drama king #west writes #nsft

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seaofghouls · 3 months

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Cooool! What about ur self insert tho? :0

okay my s/i doesn't have nearly as much lore as my d/a BUT

This is Val!

Works as a librarian and researcher for the egos and is dating Marc!

( because if i am anything, i am a gayass )

He works pretty closely with Bing and Google and runs a small library within Iplier Inc. He is, of course, a MAJOR theater kid and loves acting, as well as drawing and writing.

He was one of the first people besides Darling to talk to Marc after escaping the clutches of Actor and hence the two had a pretty close bond starting out.

( Another thing to note is that Marc and Head Engineer are the same person in this canon! )

Marc has a special nickname for him, Skylight!

Also, because he's a s/i, he has autism and adhd :-)

#markiplier #markiplier egos #my art #who killed markiplier #wkm #actor mark #self insert #wkm self insert #self insert x canon

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elveswithoutears · 1 year

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Massive Blog Promo

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maxthelocalemeraldmayor · 2 years

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Fuckin au idea bc I'm like this, shit.

Ok so I play sky: Cotl. And I'm a YouTuber ego fan (mark and jack) so let's clash those two together shall we?

Ok so this au involves the main three ipliers (dark, actor and Wilford) and all the septics bc why not? So one night they all like fall asleep (the ipliers first bc of timezones and chase bc he cannonicly lives in la I think???) And when they sleep the mega bird (god in sky I think??) Fucking visits them and goes: hey these kids need help with something banishing the darkness yadda yadda, and poof their bodies fucking disappear off earth. Leaving in their places are these glowing star fragments in their beds.

Now this is where it gets fun, marc (the actor) and anti land in wasteland, and both befriend krills (known ingame as the dark dragons) while dark lands in isle of dawn, Wilford and jj in daylight parrie, chase and in hidden forest, marvin and Jackie in valley of triumph, shneep in vault of knowledge. Now when dark lands he lands behind two of my ocs after they come back from Eden together to get more winged light (who im fucking bringing into this) candlelight, and their 'sibling' aquire. (Candlelight wears the hat, tie and fuzzy cape from season of the little prince with the firework staff on their back, while aquire wears the days of fortune fish cape and hood with a piano on their back, they both wear the second available pants for free in game and aquire wears chibi mask to be small)

Candle would poke dark with the staff to wake him up and he would freak out first off, and he would then see these two kids, one possibly around 15 years old, and the other appearing much younger, and wonder where their parents are. After a strange talk about whats parents? They travel together all three of them through sky, gathering the other egos as they progress, and they all settle in home for the au.

If you want add onto this or do you own designs for the egos you can use the tag the egos fall into sky tag so I can see it!

#the egos fall into sky

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i-got-a-bad-feeling-about-this · 1 year

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The Healing String (Actor Marx x GN Reader)

Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Summary- You and Marc both get ready for your first date!

TWs- None, just shorter chapter

So I'm not dead!!! yeah I know i said I was gonna post this like a month ago, and in my defense is started to write it. I just never finished it lol. I was super busy with finals and then Christmas shopping, and getting ready to visit my long distance S/O ( which went wonderfully), and now I'm back. I don't have school and I'm going to attempt to make a writing schedule. no promises though. This is a shorter chapter cause I'm just getting back but the next chapters will be longer!

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Not long after the talk in the garden, you hailed a cab back to your apartment. It was only a temporary place, but it was still nice. Some would call it pretty and “aesthetic”, but that is not what you were thinking about when you walked into your apartment. Your mind was elsewhere.

“Holy Shit.” you paused dropping your bag, “HOLY SHIT.” You fisted your hair in your hands and paced around your living room.

It actually happened, It HAPPENED. You quickly dropped to the ground and grabbed your phone, you needed to tell someone, but who?

It had to be someone reliable who isn't going to spill the beans to the rest of your family or friends or the press, and will not try to rush you two into anything.

As you scrolled through your contacts you frowned, yeah you couldn't tell anybody, Not yet at least.

You groaned and rolled on your back looking up at the ceiling, you should be getting ready and you will. You just need a moment to breathe and process everything that has happened.

As you lay on your back you felt something soft rub against your side and a smile formed on your face. You turned your head to see your pup. He was an adorable little dog you had picked up off the harsh streets of Los Angeles. He was beaten up and sick when you found him, but after going to the vet getting all of his shots, and getting fixed he was such a good boy (with training of course). You had named him Ethan after one of the main characters in your book and he was your best friend.

You rubbed his head and started to tell Ethan about your day. He wouldn't tell anyone and he couldn't pressure you into doing anything, plus dog cuddles. As you pet your little buddy, your phone chimes. You immediately grabbed it and opened your phone to see if Marc had texted you.

You smiled and read what he texted out loud to Ethan, “ 6 tonight, best ice cream place in town. I’ll see you soon soulmate <;3” You blushed and looked at your dog, You quickly replied before groaning,

“I hope I don't fuck this up,” You got off the floor to go take a shower. It was hot as all hell and you were sweating like a pig. Ethan barked and ran into your room and jumped on your bed. You gave him a dead pat before walking to your bathroom, shouting to Ethan,

“You're helping me pick out my outfit.” you received a bark as a response as you jumped into the shower.

Marc looked down at his phone with a smile as he saw your response.

See you soon soulmate :).

It had been sent a few hours ago, but still made him smile every time he saw it. He slid on his jacket, finally out of his costume. He wore a nice deep red dress shirt and black pants. He thanked himself for always keeping extra clothes on set or else he would be wearing a ratty t-shirt and jeans to his first soulmate date. He left the top few buttons of the shirt undone for a more casual look, He didn't want to scare them off with a super nice outfit.

He checked his hair one more time before leaving the set and getting to his car. He drove a deep red tesla he had custom ordered, he thought it was worth every bit of money he had spent on it.

He slid into the car, quickly sending you a text letting you know he was going to pick you up soon. He quickly drove off to see you. As he drove he tapped the wheel nervously, he hoped he wouldn't fuck up this date like he had many others. ( He didn't even want to think about the time he and his date got kidnapped by a chef because he forgot his wallet). He shook his head, he was determined to make this a good first date. You deserved a calm and nice first date, you both did.

He took a deep breath as he rolled up to your address, everything was gonna be okay. He took a few more deep breaths the way his therapist had shown him before stepping out of his car and heading up to your door. He fixed his hair once more before he knocked on your door, holding some flowers he had picked up on his way behind his back.

As you opened the door his breath left his body, you were absolutely stunning. You looked amazing. Your hair was styled in a beautiful way that showed off your face and your outfit was amazing. It was nice and casual but suited your body amazingly well. That all was great, but the main thing he noticed was the bright smile on your face, that smile is what took his breath away.

“Wow, you look amazing.” he complimented before handing you the flowers he had gotten, “I hope you like them, wasn't sure what kind to get.”

You gently took the flowers from his hand before answering,

“There amazing Marc, my favorite actually, thank you so much.” You quickly put them in a glass vase with water before leaving the apartment. As you closed the door you turned to Marc,

“You look amazing,” you stated as you both walked to his car. He thanked you, a small blush on his face before he opened the car door for you and closed it after you got it.

As he jumped into the driver's side he smiled at you,

“ Ready for the best ice cream ever and our first date, soulmate.” You smiled

“I’ve been ready, soulmate,” you replied.

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esculentevil · 3 years

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Ego University AU

AU where Mark and Seán are both engineering professors at Ego University.

Mark specializes in machine engineering.

Seán focuses on sound engineering.

The Egos are their students.

(Let the chaos ensue!)

#jacksepticeye #markiplier #jse egos #iplier egos #alternate universe #EgoUniAU #dies laughing at myself #this has probably been done before #but Mark said he'd give people in Poly Bridge detention and I just HAD to make this #Could you imagine tho? Anti in Sean's sound engineering class making white noise and glitch sounds xD #Dark in Mark's machine engineering class probably trying to build a death machine for Marc while Wilford tries to build himself a gun x'D

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deceptive-jo · 3 years

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Whumptober 2021 - Field Care 101

Dr Iplier isn't even at work anymore but when some idiot gets impaled he helps, of course.

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It was a series of conveniences that led Dr Edward Iplier to be at the film studios that day. Bim had ordered some new equipment for his and the Host's studio and Edward had agreed to stop by after work and pick up the new tech. What he hadn't expected was the chaos that followed.

They were already at the last box of equipment, arms aching from the constant lifting, when one of the sound assistants burst through the door. "There's been an accident in Block B! We already called an ambulance but there's supposed to be a doctor here?" His eyes locked onto Dr Iplier as soon as he stepped forward, work outfit and set expression telling enough. "Take me to Block B."

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Edward stumbled out of Bim's portal, its creator already hurrying down the hall. "What's Block B?" "Day-time shows, film sets..." The show host threw open the only ajar door- just for Dr Iplier to run into him as Bim stopped dead in his tracks. "Is that Actor?" Edward grumbled and pushed himself forward in impatience, "Right now that’s a patient." Closing in on the injured man he could clearly make out Actor's features, not that he cared much as his eyes were fixated on the huge metal bar driven through his hip.

"Okay, it's Dr Iplier. You’re badly injured so please don't move, Mr Iplier. An ambulance is already on the way." Actor could just give him the slightest nod as he pressed his back into the ground as much as possible, a grimace of pain stretched across his face. As Dr Iplier's aura shimmered into existence, wrapping around the injury with upmost diligence, he made sure to keep Marc attentive while hopefully getting some medical information out of him.

"I'm not all-too familiar with your powers...but you should have a healing factor right?" For a moment it looked like Actor tried to talk before sinking back with a hiss, merely nodding his head. "It's fine, speaking may be difficult right now, you don't have to. Your body may be in a shock that keeps it from properly working against the injury." At least that’s what his aura told him and what made Dr Iplier hesitant to think about the removal of the metal bar.

"Do you have any prior hip injury?" A nod. The doctor's eyebrows knitted into a worried expression as he remembered the mention of a gun shot wound at some insignificant moment. "How long ago?" The Actor seemed to have to think about that more, fingers slowly rising. A one. Then a circle. "Ten years?" The circle again. 'Please let this be wrong-' "A hundred years?" The Actor waggled his hand in an easy more-or-less gesture that had Dr Iplier even more relieved as he heard the sirens of the ambulance coming closer.

He scanned the injury again, blood-flow momentarily stilled by his exhausted aura. "Then I'll be relaying as much to the paramedics. Don't worry, as soon as your aura kicks in properly you should be fine in no time!" No better thing than a bit of all-powerful magic available to you, right?

#whumptober2021 #no.17 #please don't move!#markiplier egos #fic #injury tw #impalement #dr iplier #the actor #actor mark #bim trimmer

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Twitter requests of my boys Sverre and Marc for A4 Here~

#I havent drawn these two in forever and i actually kind like how they tuned out for once ;^;#My ocs #my art #twitter request #sverre #rose king #marc #portal oc #markiplier oc #iplier #blood #bruises #pain #requests

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inkribbon796 · 3 years

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In their Place Ch. 2

Chapter 2: As Blue as Can Be

Summary: Damien isn’t acting normally and that concerns everyone.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

“Marc?”

Silver was groggily coming back to consciousness.

“Marc?”

Silver woke up, head pounding, and his ears ringing as he reached that he was still on his back with a thin view to the skylight overhead.

It took him a few groggy minutes to realize who had said his name, it was Dark!

Immediately Silver shot away, floating a bit off the ground, Dark looked surprised. He also looked completely like Damien.

Silver looked to see his mask ripped to pieces right next to where he had been laying.

“How do you know my name?” Silver demanded.

“How are you doing that?” Dark asked in surprise, his voice sounding normal, as if he really was Damien.

“No, answer the question,” Silver demanded, flying a little closer.

Dark took a couple steps back, looking at the hero as if he was crazy. “Marc, we’ve been friends for years. Of course I know your name.”

“We’re not friends!” Silver shouted. “You’re an asshole. You sold us out.”

“Don’t yell at me!” Dark shouted back. “You and Celine having issues does not mean you can take it out on me.”

“The hell are you even talking about?” Mark spat. “Who do you think I am?”

Dark looked at him, “Marcus Iplier, you’re my brother-in-law.”

Mark felt a little bit of relief, he didn’t actually know his name, he’d just gotten lucky. “Okay, okay,” he interrupted. “I think you’re confused. I’m not who you think I am. I’m tapped out for today. I’ll go home, you go home; and we forget this ever happened.”

For a brief moment Dark looked worried before he gave such an amused smile before he gave such a startlingly honest chuckle that it actually made Mark think he was dreaming. A chuckle that turned into a full on laugh.

Never, not even once while Dark was pretending to be mayor, did Dark laugh. Damien, even before he’d been revealed as Dark’s primary host, tended to act like a tightly coiled spring. So he gave half-smiles, and wry chuckles.

But that laugh was something else. It was almost a light cackle. But there was just something so genuine about it that Mark became aware that he wasn’t looking at Dark.

This was Damien.

He wasn’t looking at Dark.

“Okay, okay,” Damien seemed to calm down, a smile still on his face. “You got me, you got me. For a second there you had me worried. I’ll bite, I’ll play along. Why are you floating?”

“I’m, uh, a superhero,” Mark told him, trying to figure out what to do with Damien when he wasn’t Dark.

“A what?” Damien reflexively smiled. Mark was shocked by how genuine that smile was.

“A superhero, you know?” Mark answered. “Like from the comics? I’m kinda like Superman, I can fly and lift stuff.”

Damien waved his hand dismissively, rolling his eyes. His smile became a little sadder. “If it’s just Legionnaire business you can tell me that and just move on. I’m not bitter anymore.”

“I don’t work for them,” Mark tried to insist.

The mayor sighed, looking away from him and up to the ceiling. “How’s Celine? I haven’t seen her since she . . .” Damien looked at Marc uneasily. “Since the baby, you know.”

Mark wanted to shake Damien and demand that he make at least some kind of sense. But after a long pause he decided, “Look, I’m not who you think I am. I’m not whichever Mark you’re thinking of. I don’t know Celine personally, she’s tried to put her axe through my chest a couple times but I don’t really know her.”

“Don’t know her?” Damien repeated in confusion. “You’ve been married for five years, you should know her by now. I get that grief can change a person but I’d be there to help if I could.”

“Grief?” Mark asked.

“The baby,” Damien tried to remind. “Last I heard she was excited about the baby.”

“I’m not the one with kids,” Mark continued. “You are.”

Suddenly Damien was furious, “That isn’t funny Marc. You’re an asshole but you’ve never been cruel. Stop it.”

“It’s true, I don’t have kids, I’m not married, we’re not friends,” Mark told him. “Did you shoot up before you let Dark take you for a fucking spin today?”

“This joke isn’t funny anymore,” Damien warned, and that anger was starting to look a touch familiar.

“I’m not your brother-in-law,” Mark repeated.

“That’s it, I’m getting a light,” Damien started patting himself down. “Where are they?”

Then he reached into his coat and took out his carton of cigarettes and quickly pulled one out and started looking for a lighter, getting increasingly frustrated the longer he couldn’t find it. “Where is it?

Finally Damien groaned loudly and looked back at Mark. “Marc, can I borrow a light?”

“I’m not the Mark you think I am, and I don’t smoke so I don’t have anything to help you with that,” Mark told him.

Damien let out an angry groan and walked over to the other side of the space and sat down on the ground. He started massaging his temples and Mark heard his communicator crackle to life.

“Hey Silv,” Jackie’s voice crackled out. “Everythin’[1] alright?”

“No,” Mark commented. “I’m here with Mr. Mayor, I think we beat Dark out of him. I can’t see Dark or Celine anywhere.”

“What do yah mean yeh beat Dark off ‘a him?”[2] Jackie demanded.

“Don’t move, I’ll be right there,” Marvin said.

Damien was staring at him, “You’ve gotten better at magic.”

“I’m shit at magic,” Silver reminded pointedly.

The mayor let out an amused scoff, “You live with Celine, compared to her, everyone’s shit at magic.”

He’d just tried to tell a joke. But by his face he clearly expected Mark to find it at least a bit funny. Which absolutely floored Mark.

Mark would have commented, but when Damien moved his hands from his temples and just earlier his neck had been pristine. But now there were black bruises on Damien’s neck, the mayor was absentmindedly rubbing at them which is when Mark realized, grimly, that they were in the shape of handprints.

“What happened to your neck?” Mark asked.

“Is there something on it?” Damien stood up, massaging it. “It feels kinda[3] sore.”

“Kinda,” Mark took a couple steps forward and watched the bruises fade. “Does it hurt?”

Damien cleared his throat and tugged at his collar. “No, but it feels strange. Mayhaps I’m just coming down with something.”

“Yeah, may—” Mark agreed.

He was cut off when a blast of magic slammed into Damien and knocked him to the ground, Marvin flying in, “Don’t move, fooker[4]!”

“I finally had him calm!” Mark shouted, watching Jackie and Patton run over as well.

“Yeh[5] don’t trust demons,” Marvin reminded, charging up another blast as Damien braced his arms over his face.

Patton stood in front of Damien, staring at Marvin.

“Get outta[6] the way, Cap!” Marvin shouted.

“No!” Patton seemed to widen his stance a bit to stabilize himself for a fight. “Stop it.”

“Give me one good reason,” Marvin ordered.

“He’s afraid,” Patton said, his tone even and calm. Then he looked back at Damien who was bleeding from the nose and was trying to stop it. “You scared him.”

“He’s Dark, he deserves ta be scared ‘a me,”[7] Marvin commented.

Patton was already kneeling down next to Damien who flinched when Patton got closer. The emotional Side pulled a handkerchief out and knelt down a little to hand it out to Damien. “Here you go, kiddo.”

Damien watched him for a bit before taking a bit. “Thank you, I seem to have misplaced mine.”

When he tilted his head up to stem the bleeding Patton began coaxing him to point his head back down. An action that got the empathetic Side funny looks from the mayor but the man did so.

“See?” Patton gestured to Damien. “He’s not hurting anyone.”

“It’s a trap, an’ yeh know it,”[8] Marvin insisted. “We can’t trust that lyin’ demonic fooker as far as Anxiety can throw him.”[9]

“I am not a demon!” Damien shouted, clearly insulted.

“We’re not supposed to hurt people,” Patton reminded. “The hunters do that. The demons do that, but not us.”

“No hold up,” Damien continued as he glared at Marvin. “I might not be the most perfect person in the world, but I am not a demon.”

“Yeh’ve been lettin’ one walk around in yer skin,”[10] Marvin accused.

“Even if that was true the Legionnaires would kill me before I even got out the front door,” Damien fired back.

“You have been, and you’ve been the worst,” Mark chimed in.

“Don’t make this worse, Marc,” Damien ordered.

“It’s true,” Mark told him.

“Prove it!” Damien dared.

“Okay, fine,” Mark pulled out his phone and unlocked it, starting to scroll through his camera roll.

Damien was just staring at the phone, a look that got even more confused when Mark showed him a video of Damien, Mark’s voice from somewhere in the device.

“Have anything to say, asshat?” Mark asked.

“Get that thing out of my face, you want a news story, get a press badge,” Damien heard himself demand, a shrill ringing in the background.

“Nah, this is for me, just a friendly conversation between friends,” Mark reassured.

“What is this?” Damien asked in awe, tapping the screen. “Is it making that noise itself? Did you get it from the Legionnaires?”

“It’s my phone?” Mark reminded. “I know you’ve got a couple bricks but you have to have seen one before. Illinois has one.”

“A phone?” Damien asked, absolutely confused. “That’s not a phone, it’s too small. I didn’t know magic could alter technology like that.”

Mark just stared at him, pieces clicking together. “Damien what year do you think it is?”

“Uhh,” Damien paused. “1928?”

“What?” Marvin stared at Damien in surprised. “Stop fookin’[11] with us.”

“Have you even been conscious while Dark was controlling you?” Mark wondered out loud.

“Who’s Dark?” Damien asked.

The heroes all stared at Damien in horror.

“Oh fook,[12] he’s serious,” Jackie realized.

“You’ve been under the control of a demon that has been ruling this town for years,” Mark approached slowly, scared of startling the mayor. “We’ve been fighting him and we only just learned about you a couple years ago. We had no idea you weren’t willingly working with him.”

“I would never work with a demon,” Damien argued desperately.

“He must have done something to you,” Mark explained.

“Is he still here?” Damien asked. “Get him out.”

“Is that permission?” Marvin asked, excited.

“Yes, hell yes,” Damien told him.

Marvin summoned up a chair and pulled a piece of chalk out of his sleeve. “Great, then we can find Celine an’ Dark will be magically cut off at the ankles.”[13]

“Where’s Celine?” Damien asked, the worry thick in his voice as he stepped into the circle Marvin was drawing, runes and magical symbols leading to the chair.

“We were kinda hoping you’d tell us,” Silver admitted. “She tends to disappear and we can never find her.”

“I’ll do whatever I can to help find her,” Damien promised.

When Marvin was done with the circle he placed his hands on the circle and started chanting.

Almost immediately Damien felt like his body was trying to explode from the pain, his whole body locked up and he started screaming in agony. Something in him felt like it was slamming against a brick wall and unable to escape. It only got more painful. He could taste blood in his mouth and he reflexively coughed it up.

Before he could black out from the pain, Patton rushed forward.

“Stop! Stop!” Patton called out, disrupting the spell as he broke the circle.

“Patton, I almost had him,” Marvin spat.

“He was bleeding,” Patton reminded. “You were hurting him.”

Marvin turned and kicked a piece of rubble. “Why didn’t it work? He’s not fightin’ us.”[14]

“Something that painful should have worked because I don’t want to do it again,” Damien groaned weakly, clutching his chest as Patton knelt beside him.

The heroes just standing or sitting where they were to think of what to do with Damien next.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Accessibility Translations

1. Everything

2. What do you mean you beat Dark off ofhim?

3. kind of

4. fucker

5. you

6. out of

7. He’s Dark, he deserves to be scared of me

8. It’s a trap, and you know it

9. We can’t trust that lying demonic fucker as far as Anxiety can throw him.

10. You’ve been letting one walk around in your skin

11. fucking

12. fuck

13. Great, then we can find Celine and Dark will be magically cut off at the ankles.

14. Why didn’t it work? He’s not fighting us.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Markiplier Who Killed Markiplier?#Markiplier #Jacksepticeye #Thomas Sanders #Silver Shepherd #Darkiplier #wkm Damien #Marvin the Magnificent #Patton Sanders #Jackieboy Man #memory problems #past Actor/Celine #misunderstanding #magic #angst

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