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thetruequeenoftheabyss · 5 months

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Wednesday time...he's so peach ring to me

more under cut

#weekly wilford wednesday #markiplier fanart #markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier ego #wilford #wilford warfstache #wilfordmotherlovingwarfstache #markiplier wilford #iplier #iplier art

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graphic-hawk · 3 months

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“You’re a fool, Anti. . . And you and I both know it’ll take a lot more than that to take me down.”

From my newest book in the ‘He’s coming for you’ series on Wattpad. ‘Three, four. . Open the Door’.

Don’t repost/steal

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kusakichan15 · 1 year

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Nervous bean with his new prosthetics 👀👀👀

#Kusa Art 0-0)/#couldnt not draw him with his yellow towel #markiplier #markiplier egos #eric derekson #iplier #iplier egos #markiplier art #markiplier fanart #Ego Drop

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midnight-nightrose · 3 months

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Some concept designs of y/n or us the viewer

#wkm #iswm #adwm #wkm district attorney #da #district attorney #y/n #markiplier #iplier #iplier egos #mark #ahwm #ahwm y/n #markiplier cinematic universe

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amarkussy · 8 months

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#I was playing with filters on Darki...#darkiplier #fanart #Markiplier in snap #what did i create #cool art #Dark #iplier

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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━"Self Aware"

━Markiplier

━Tw: None

━Note: By (un)popular demand, here's the fic from the idea I had!

━Song: "Fallen Down" By Toby Fox

Mark bit his tounge in between his teeth lightly as he fiddled with his camera, the room behind him ready for recording.

It was late Sunday. The day had been long and the last thing anyone would want to do was stay up longer. And yet while everyone else was settling into bed with bleary eyes and a feeling of dread for the work day tomorrow, here sat Mark preparing to play some horror games.

After a few seconds of feeling around for buttons and lights the device was up and ready to go. The man sat back with a sigh and a smile, finally pressing record as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Hello everybody! My name is Markiplier and welcome to three. scary. games." He uttered the same sentence that he always began this series with, trusting Lixian to put in some scary effects towards the end of it later.

"Today were gonna starting out with 'Lonely Nights', a demo from some up and coming producers in the horror genre." Mark switched his attention to the game while doing his best to still speak close to the mic.

"A game in which you are home alone, defending yourself from the unknown." He read from the menu aloud. If Mark was being honest it sounded like any other game he had played for this video series. This just happened to be an experience he stumbled upon while searching Steam for some new content.

"Well-" The mouse clicked on the start button. "-let's get into it."

"Goddamn middle class family's and their goddamn middle class locks."

(Y/n) threw down the bobby pin, pissed as hell. The blisters lining the pads of their fingers made them wince slightly. They had forgotten their gloves at home. But it's not like the local police force around here checked for finger prints anyways. They were too busy sleeping at their desks to do any real work.

With a huff they rolled up the sleeves of the black hoodie they were wearing, already making their way around to a side fence and jumping it.

(Y/n) landed in the middle of an average suburban backyard. A rusty swing and thick oak tree was shoved against one side of the yard while a crusty sandbox lay on the other end, looking unused and worn from weather.

The scene reminded (Y/n) of the homes that they would pass on their way too and from school as a kid. They remembered looking in the windows of more fortunate family's, wincing at the way that they seemed to have everything handed to them on a silver platter whereas they were stuck with whatever they could gather.

Stealing from people wasn't exactly their first career choice growing up—in fact they had wanted to be a zombie killing ballerina—but when money got tight and rent too expensive, the art of knicking objects from middle class homes became second nature.

They never took anything that people would miss of course. Just small things like spare watches and food, maybe a twenty here and there.

Everytime they broke into a house, they told themself that it would be the last one. But eventually the bills would pile up again and they were back on a dark doorstep, lock pick in hand.

Making their way casually across the lawn as if they didn't just jump a metal fence into private property, (Y/n) went up to peek through one of the windows.

It was dark. As usual.

Sliding away from the glass pane, they thought they heard a sharp gasp from inside. Checking again, they didn't see anything.

Must have been the wind.

Grabbing the smooth doorknob of the nearby back door, they turned slowly to check.

"Huh. It's actually unlocked. That's a first." They mused to themself with a small smile. Anything to make this go faster they supposed.

Opening it with a creak, they stepped into the house.

Only to be met with a chair to the face.

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD." Mark shrieked, hand quickly darting up to fix the headphones that had falled down his neck ever so slightly.

"WHAT IN THE FUCKING SHITTY BITCH TIT BALLS WAS THAT."

He had been playing the game for a while. It had started out fairly mundane; introducing the plot (he was a teenager home alone while his parents were out on a trip), teaching him the controls (WASD to move and mouse to look around), as well as displaying a rather realistic looking setting. If Mark didn't know this was a video game he would have mistaken it for really grainy footage of a real house.

But true to the horror title, it had slowly began to freak out Mark. The rattling front door had been a cliche move, as had the dark face in the back window, but allowing his character to hit the home intruder in the face with a chair? That was new.

"What the hell man! What was that for?"

The usual pixilated subtitles popped up allowing for an easy read. Mark cracked a small smile at the response, finding it amusing. He liked the little detail of the voice being a bit off since they did just get smashed in the face with a chair.

He waited for his own character to spit some code encrypted dialog back at the home intruder, but when nothing happened he tried speaking out. As a joke of course. To keep the viewers entertained.

"Well I mean, you did you break into the house."

He was shocked when the games figure snorted back at him.

"Yeah, but shouldn't you like, call the cops or something? Hide under a bed? At least hit me with a baseball bat. But a wooden chair? Seriously man I think I have splinters up my nose now."

Mark was thoroughly stunned. Was this part of the game? I mean, it had seemed pretty advanced before, but he wasn't sure if voice activation had been invented into these types of things yet. And how did they know what to say in response to him? Wouldn't it just be limited to four generic answers or whatever?

"I'm just going to uh, leave." Mark heard after a stretch of silence, and he watched as the source of the voice slowly inched for the door.

"Wait! Uh, aren't you going to rob me? Scare me o-or something?"

They paused.

"Do you want me to?" They asked. Mark sat stunned as they listened to the genuine confusion in their voice.

Damn that was some good voice acting.

Out of all the houses (Y/n) had robbed, this was by far the strangest experience. And they had walked in on a dog humping a lamp before so that was saying something.

The person before them looked like he had just rushed out of bed. His hair was all pushed to one side like he had been sleeping on the right side of his face, and a polka dotted robe encased his figure. It was the bunny slippers that tied it all together in (Y/n)s opinion though. A real fashion forward guy.

"I mean, uh not really. No I don't want you to scare me." He croaked, answering their last question.

(Y/n) blinked.

"Then why in the hell did you basically ask me to."

They watched as he threw his hands in the air, a confused sound slipping from his lips.

"Isn't that what you're supposed to do or something? Rattle a few doorknobs, make loud stomping sounds and then jump scare me!?"

"And why in the hell would I do that." They deadpanned back at him.

His jaw opened and closed like a gaping fish while they just quirked an eyebrow.

"Yeah you're insane." (Y/n) said while picking at the hem of their hoodie nonchalauntly. "But I mean I guess I have to get used to people like you if I'm gonna do this for a living." They mumbled sourly. He let out a offended 'hey!' but they just continued to ignore them.

Shrugging, they decided to get out of there before he came to his wits and rushed to call the cops. Thank god they had remembered to flip their hoodie up so it shielded their face before walking on in. It didn't do anything to soften the blow of that chair though that's for sure.

"This is by far the weirdest game I've played in a while." (Y/n) heard the stranger say as they bolted out of their.

What a weird guy.

They liked him.

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creat0r-cat · 1 year

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"Silence, Darling." He murmured, putting a finger to his lips as he grinned. From her position, pinned to the wall, (Y/n) wasn't quite sure what to do. Her friend was acting like he was a different person entirely. "Mark.. What are you-"

He cut her off with a kiss, leaving her breathless as he pulled away moments later. "Shhhh... do not say his name, not when I'm the one making you feel like this." He smiled, getting closer, as if to kiss (Y/n) again, but he stopped just short of her lips.

"Darling, do you really not know who I am?"

"M-mark, this really isn't funny. You're scaring me."

"I am not Mark." The man growled, his voice deep and husky, making (Y/n)'s cheeks flush red. "I.. then who are you?"

"I am the one in control. I am the master." He responded, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her neck as she whimpered in fear. With a soft chuckle, he leaned up again to gaze into her (e/c) eyes. "Do not be afraid, my love, for you and I are finally together and we shall never part again."

"How can I be yours if we've never met?" She said, blushing as she struggled to look away from his hypnotic eyes. "Please, just give me my friend back. Please, bring Mark back"

"You're making a mistake darling. I can give you anything, more than he could ever even offer." He kissed her again, this time, making (Y/n) sleepy with the warmth and comfort of his embrace. "But I don't even.. know who.. you are.." She murmured after he pulled away, somehow finding herself longing for another moment of passion.

"Darkiplier..." he whispered in her ear, his soft voice sending shivers down her spine. She repeated the name, her eyelids beginning to droop with sudden exaustion as he kissed her again. She then fell forward, unable to fight the need for rest. As he carried her away in his strong arms, (Y/n) heard the man's voice one final time before succumbing to the dreamscape.

"Happy Halloween, Darling."

#Darkiplier x reader #Darkiplier x female reader #x reader #markiplier egos #female reader #happy halloween #short drabble #It's too late to be posting but whatever #Darkiplier #Markiplier #Iplier #iplier egos

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geekdorknerdfangirlblogger · 2 years

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God I wish I could write!

Random Story Idea for Iplier Ego x Reader writers:

DA, Captain, Y/N...whatever variant you choose. Gets their memories back and is staying with the Iplier Egos after whatever last Hell trip Actor has dragged you through. You're pissed off at Actor Mark and are the type of person that vents through singing. Good singing, bad singing...doesn't matter, you'll probably end up crying by the end anyway. You just need to belt something out. You randomly scroll through Spotify till you land on something that just really connects with how you're feeling. What song do you find? "Praying" by Kesha.

The other Iplier Egos overhear and listen in. There's a lot of emotions. Especially from Dark and Wilford, and all around everyone can agree with the lyrics of the song.

Bonus points: if there's hurt/comfort, fluff at the end.

Please someone write this into a story and tag me in it! 🙏🏻😭