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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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Just A Child

Darkiplier x teenage!gn!reader (PLATONIC)

Requested by 🖌 Anon:

“Bro (/gn), Would you be willing to write something about this idea? So, in the Markiplier universe- under the assumption that Actor has been Mark in each project- he kinda drags Viewer (Ima call them V) along with him, right? So, imagine if instead V was actually just a nervous teen. (Obviously the people in each universe would just be complimenting V, not flirting) So, they're sticking with Mark since they don't really have anyone else to rely on or anything. But what if they don't really like Mark, and see Dark as a more stable... well... everything. An you know how Dark seems kinda hooked on getting V "out of Mark's grasp" basically? So, what if V takes him up on that, and Dark DOES manage to get V away from Mark, and like, takes them back to the Ego mansion or smth and kinda just helps them adjust and interact with everyone and more-or-less becomes their caretaker/guardian? If not, that's fine! Either way, have a great day/night/etc. :)”

I highkey had a hard time writing this one and I'm not, like, 100% happy with it but idk maybe it's just bc I've been working on it for a while lol

Warnings: Actor is a creep in this (mostly implied), hurt/comfort-ish?

Word Count: 1563

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You fidgeted as you walked through the theater again. The incessant “Bonjour”s were giving you a headache at this point. And the most you’d had to eat was a sandwich. Though, it was a while ago since that happened…

“The romance?... Or the horror?”

The last time you came through here, you’d “watched” the romance. It was… something.

You pointed at the horror door.

“Good idea! I’ve actually never seen this play before. I don’t even know who made it, so…” Mark shrugged, smiling that fake, plastered-on grin as always. “Could be a fun adventure.”

“Good luck!” One of the waiters… employees… One of the men that seemed to work everywhere you went stared dead at Mark. It was the first time you saw him so serious.

Mark also seemed unsettled. “Oh, okay. Alright.” He did a little salute as he said, “Bonjour!” to the employee.

As you followed Mark to your seats (him going on a one-sided dialogue about how he was a “patron of the arts” and so on), you couldn’t help but feel… unsettled. You looked around. Nothing was out of place since the last time you came through here. And yet, a chill still ran up your spine as you sat in the front row seat, directly in front of the lone table on stage.

“You want some popcorn?” It was futile to reach for a piece, but you tried anyway, before the carton of kernels was pulled away. “OH! It’s starting!”

Was it?

When you turned back to Mark to ask him just that, you found his chair empty. The cold feeling of dread covered your shoulders like a blanket. Your gaze found itself once again fixated on the table on the stage. Creaking sounded from every corner of the room. A high pitched whine rang out, coming from within you just as much as it was coming from around you. The room began to distort. Change. Shift.

And then it was dark.

“You’re… different.”

You would have screamed, but you couldn’t feel yourself anymore. It felt like your body had been swept away, like all that was left in this void was your conscience. Instead, you stared.

The man before you looked like Mark. But he felt… wrong. Looking at him gave you a headache. His skin was pale, lacking any color at all. In fact, the only color you could see anymore were glitches of red and blue that clung to his suit and formed distorted versions of the man standing behind himself.

The man tilted his head. His neck cracked sickeningly. “So,” he mused, though his voice lacked any mirth, “he’s dragging along helpless teenagers now… How pitiful.”

Who are you? echoed around in your mind. He didn’t answer your question, if he even heard it at all.

“I know this must seem confusing, like a bad dream you can’t wake up from… But believe me when I tell you that it is all his doing.”

In a blink of an eye, you found yourself sitting at the table from the restaurant. The only difference, aside from the nothingness that surrounded you, was the man in Mark’s place. He had his fingers interlaced, hands resting on the edge of the table.

“Endless choices, all leading you back here.”

A voice whispered from the darkness. Trapped. A moment later, the man was saying the same thing.

“You’re trapped in his little game.”

Your voice came as little more than a whisper. It faded into the darkness surrounding you.

“How do you get out?” He tilted his head at you. Curious, studying. As if he didn’t expect you to ask such an odd question. “I can help you.”

In another flash, you were back outside. You weren’t sure where, but it felt less suffocating than the endlessness from before.

“Enough of the choices. Enough of this endless cycle of meaningless.” He straightened up, brushing his hair back from his face before holding out his hand. “I can get you out of here. You just need to let me i-”

“Oops.” The world was dark again. You didn’t look up from your chocolate ice cream. “Looks like you made the wrong choice.”

“I-I shot someone.”

Even after all of this fake Mark’s reassurances that it would be okay, your hands were still shaking. The heavy weight of the gun still sat in your palms. But every time you looked, it wasn’t there.

The man, entity, whatever he was, watched as you picked up your spoon. It trembled and shook in your grasp. He worried for a brief moment that you would drop it before it even reached the bowl.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked up. The blue and red that surrounded him seemed dimmer than earlier, softer. You couldn’t hear the ringing that pressed against your skull. He thought you looked like an infant - too young and small to be dragged into Mark’s mess.

“What I promised you still stands.” He reached his hand across once more. His hand was ice cold as it grabbed yours, stilling your tremors. “I can get you out of here.”

You should have been terrified. First Mark, with his uncomfortable flirting, as if this was all just some role that needed to be played. Then the endless loops. And now…

“Wh-What.” You cleared your throat, trying to steel the dread in your soul. “What’s your name?”

He tilted his head, brow furrowing. He seemed to ponder this for a moment.

“Do you have a name…?”

“I used to,” he admitted. A flash of… something in his eyes. “I suppose, for simplicity’s sake, you may call me Dark.”

You whispered his name with a mixture of awe and curiosity. “M-My name is-” The world fell away before your eyes.

You blinked up at the building before you. A… museum? Paintings hung on walls peeked out of the large glass windows. You could just barely see a sculpture inside. You looked down at your clothes and found you were wearing all black. A grapple gun rested on your hip.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Turning on a dime, you were face to face once again with Mark. His lips curled into a cheshire grin. There was too much knowing in his eyes.

“You’re not backing out now, are ya?”

Your phone buzzed. You pulled it from your pocket with trembling fingers.

Don’t you feel like you’re running in circles?

You didn’t recognize any of the portraits on the walls. All of them had their eyes crossed out. And it felt like they were… whispering to you. The only one that looked even remotely familiar sat at the end of the hallway. It looked like-

“Same snake, different skin.”

You wheeled around, heart racing in your chest. Dark stood there, hands behind his back, in a white suit this time. He looked just as malcontented with your presence in this “game” as he had the last time you saw him.

“Always spinning his yarns, his webs, his lies.” He sighed, tilting his head. He seemed almost like a disappointed parent, scolding you for staying out too late. “I always thought that you were trapped in his games. Perpetually plunging down the rabbit holes of his stories. Helpless. Lost.”

You looked over your shoulder at the last portrait. The paint had flaked away and fallen off, but you remember the smiling face that was there before. The disgusting, plastered-on smile that was always there. “Was that Mark?”

The entity hummed. In a flash of red and blue, he was standing in front of the painting, scowling at the gilded frame. “He is behind all of this. Pulling the strings like a puppeteer controlling a marionette.” His gaze flicked over his shoulder. You swallowed at the implication.

“Last time…” Your brow furrowed. How long ago had that been? How long ago was it that you sat at the ice cream parlor, being comforted after shooting Mark? You swallowed, and pushed back the thought. Dark’s face softened, as if he knew what had crossed your mind. “Last time you said you could get me out of here.”

He turned his body to face you. Haloed by the light above the picture, he nodded. “I can.”

Unbidden, tears welled in your eyes. “Please.” You bit your lip, fighting the shake in your voice. “Please get me out of here.”

He stepped forward, stopping a few feet in front of you. His face was somber, gentle. He seemed to look you over for a minute. Perhaps he was seeing what you’d gone through - the prison, the forest, the pirate ship, the cave. Every now and again, an image of himself would turn to the side and scream.

You swallowed hard. Would he turn you away now? He so openly gave you his hand before, offered a way out. Would he abandon you in this loop now? A warm tear fell down your cheek.

“Please.”

Cold arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a broad chest. A hand carefully cupped the back of your head. “I will get you out.” He held you as you clung to him and cried into his suit. He could only hope they were tears of joy and relief, and not for the choices you’d been forced to make. You were just a child, after all. And he would make sure Mark knew, too, when his time came.

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icedhotkopi · 10 months

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POV: you’re on a date with Darkiplier

(Or alternatively, what might’ve happened after one of the endings in A Date with Markiplier)

Song : Red Flags (ft. Montaigne) - Tom Cardy

Favorite frames under the cut!

#i realized its probably a bit ooc for dark but i tried!#im not too well verse in mark egos #so im not sure if it is or not #markiplier #darkiplier #a date with markiplier #markiplier fanart #darkiplier fanart #animatic #my art #adwm #fanart #tw eye contact

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incorrect-quotes-egos · 1 year

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Dr. Iplier: Hey Dark, wanna third wheel on my date with Host tomorrow?

Dark: Sure.

Dr. Iplier: Wilford! Wanna third wheel on my date with Host tomorrow?

Wilford: Alright!

Dr. Iplier: Great! I've always wanted to go on a double date!

Dark & Wilford: ...

Host: Dr.Iplier...

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puffledthomas · 10 days

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Let Actor be a decent father figure for Eric, as a treat for me specifically. I think Actor could actually give Eric confidence and Eric could help Actor realize yelling at his employees might not be a good idea (i’m delusional i want these fucking egos to get a better mental health) (i love drawing things no one asked for)

+ some lazy house entity drawing and bactor content

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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(Pina Colada Anon) Could you perhaps write the Tie Pull Kiss scene with Dark? Or do you want more detail?

"I CAN GIVE YOU ANYTHING-!!!”

“Hey, hey..chill out. Is this any way to impress your date? Especially after you rudely interrupted mine?”

Blinking slowly, Dark just stared at you from across the table with gritted teeth. But he sat back down, brushing the black fringe away from his eye as he regained some of his composure.

“I was rude? I hadn't realized..” He grumbled, clearly still annoyed and upset. “But you think I can just...”chill out” after what I’ve seen him do to you?!! HE LIES!!! HE WANTS YOU TO COME CRAWLING BACK TO HIM! But no...I won't let him get that satisfaction. Not now. Not ever.”

Once again, he was back to screaming and going on another angry tirade. But you didn’t flinch as much as before.

Was he that mad about you choosing Mark over him? You’ve never even met this man before in your life. You didn’t know what history they shared, but from the way he was speaking, it was probably was a shitty one.

Why else would he act like this?

Regardless, you didn’t like seeing him this way. Especially on your first “date” in this creepy monochrome void. The ringing in your ears was starting to become bothersome, though you ignored it and just tapped your fingers against the table, wondering what you could do to get him to calm down.

Something that would shut him up.

And then..

An idea sprung in your mind.

As the table glitched and brought Dark closer to you, he pointed at you in an threatening manner, almost snarling like an animal.

“THERE IS NOTHING THAT YOU OR HE CAN DO TO STOP M-!!!”

In an act of both bravery and stupidity, you reached out to grab him by the tie, pulling him towards you. Eventually your lips collided against his cold, chapped ones, though only for a few moments before you gently let him go, watching him slump back into his chair in disbelief.

You swore the darkness was covering his blush, as he struggled to process what on earth just happened.

Meanwhile you just smiled--though secretly just as bashful at that impulsive action--as you leaned an elbow on the table. You were proud of yourself for wooing this handsome dark entity into silence.

“I’ve always wanted to do that."

#you got it uwu #clanask #pina colada anon #iplier egos x reader #adwm x reader #a date with markiplier x reader #darkiplier x reader #dark x reader

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scalesthegecko · 1 year

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ENJOY THE SHOW

Second edit of mine, this time Darkiplier (including Celine and Damien of course) with NateWantsToBattle’s “Enjoy The Show.”

Criticism is welcome and encouraged!! (But please be nice about it or I will cry)

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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The conversation between the Two Marks from ADWM because some lines weren't included in the subtitles and they're very interesting from a lore perspective. In bold is what wasn't subtitled or was lost from the overlapping.

Both: Shoot him. Shoot him now. Please.

Left/Actor Mark: You don't have much time. He's going to kill everybody.

Right/Dark: Shoot him. He needs to die. He is Dark, he is a bad influence. He takes over everything that you have ever loved. Please, shoot him right now.

Left/Actor Mark: What are you even talking about? Why are you even debating this? Shoot him. Shoot him now. He's Dark, I'm Mark. You have to trust me, not him. He's a liar.

Right/Dark: Don't listen to him, he's a liar. Please. Shoot. Him. He's a bad man and he does bad things to good people. You have to trust me.

Left/Actor Mark: He's weird. He's got weird eyes and all that stuff. Don't trust him at all. Please, shoot him now.

#i just think it's very interesting #i also love seeing dark throw mark under the bus #like yes king what a healthy way to deal with your trauma #markiplier #markiplier egos #adwm #a date with markiplier #darkiplier #adwm darkiplier #actor mark #adwm actor mark #damien #wkm damien #wkm mayor damien #wkm the mayor #wkm actor mark #wkm mark #wkm the actor

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writtengalaxies · 1 year

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*grabby hands for the condescending spooky man*

My minty boy. Edgelord supreme.

IDK if y'all have noticed, but I make this edgelord sad. W H E E Z E

He has been in chronic pain his whole damn life. First Damien with rheumatism, and now the echoes of the DA's broken body.

He tries to crack his neck sometimes, both to stim and to release the pressure building up, and sometimes...his neck moves a little too far.

Really he only lets himself be in this much pain because it's still the body of his friend.

He partially thinks that he needs to keep it safe until it's safe for them to take it back.

The other part is because he believes he should feel that pain. Whether it's because he deserves it for betraying them, or as a reminder of why he seeks revenge...

But if he truly wanted to be free of the pain...he would no longer look human. He would look truly like an eldritch horror.

The echoes of himself when he speaks is a better reflection of his true feelings than his expression.

Seeing the DA in any form makes him soften like butter left on the counter on a hot summer day.

#my writing #nova headcanons #tall dark and spooky #askbox and you shall receive #wkm darkiplier #markiplier darkiplier #markiplier egos #adwm darkiplier #ahwm darkiplier #iswm darkiplier

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