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morefluid-thanwater · 2 years
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Daily Doodle 244! We’ll get back to the creepypasta stuff I promise, just had this stanza from my poetry stuck in my head and was thinking about the DA and Damien :(
Damien will wait and wait and wait for the DA to recognize him, but they never will - after escaping the mirror they suffer from almost total face-blindness. Damien won’t admit out loud who he is for guilt, and the DA won’t recognize him or Celine without a hint. Alas, they will dance around each other until something changes - meanwhile, when Damien is awake he’ll believe the DA’s aloofness to be scorn for what the twins did to them.
But Damien is a patient man. He’ll wait until the end of the world to watch the DA, even if they never look at him again. Every time he falls back asleep, he hopes the DA will be safe. When he wakes up, they’re the first person he thinks of.
If only he’d summoned the courage to confess before all this went down.
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Damien: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.
DA:
Damien: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?
DA: 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking M&Ms.
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lostcybertronian · 6 months
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Egotober - Day 12
Prompt: Green
Prompts by @tracobuttons
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You remembered it randomly. Vividly. The tiny bar on the fringes of the city, occupied only by regulars and a sole, seasoned-looking bartender who glanced up and grunted as you and Damien filed in and chose a booth by the door.
It was the night before the election; Damien at that point was well known but not famous, like he would be later. Still, you’d chosen the diviest of dives on the idea that maybe neither of you would be recognized. 
Case in point, the bartender barely glanced at you as he plunked two beers to the scarred, wooden table. The bottles were green and foaming, the glass gleaming under the dusty chandelier hanging above you. Reflections danced across the table and wall. 
Damien’s eyes were warm. He smiled at you as you held your bottle to his, clinking them together before tipping it back. The beer wasn’t particularly good, but it was alcohol, and that was enough.
“No matter what happens tomorrow,” Damien said, setting the bottle down. “It’s been an honor having you by my side.”
“You’ll win,” you answered, feeling your face flush. “Have faith.”
Damien took another drink. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”I don’t know what I’d do without you. You paced the length of the mirror now, alone. You’d been alone for decades now, left behind without a body or a friend. You guessed he did know, after all.
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seraph-draws-stuff · 1 year
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something something friends and almost lovers to enemies to frenemies to antagonistic lovers
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salad-of-potatoes · 10 months
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Thinking so much about Yancy Murdoc and Eric being the kids of Marc and Celine (and William lolol) Yancy and Murdoc are twins, Marc’s bio kids Erics the youngest and William’s bio kid. Heavily based off of @ghiertor-the-gigapeen‘s family au, love their art pls go check em out After the murders Eric ends up in the hands of Edgar, who sells him to Derek. He promptly changes Eric’s name to Erek and gets him to work just like the other kids he gets from Ed. Yancy takes the fall for the murders after being hypnotized by Murdoc and ends up in prison. He was probably a teen, so ended up in juvey where he continued to act out, landing in Happy Trails after turning 18. I haven’t watched Space yet tbh so Murdoc does whatever he does lol Each of them being bio related to Celine, they each have supernatural-based powers of their own. Murdocs is hypnosis Yancys have something to do with his tattoos, maybe hes a Ceer too? But through his tattoos instead of getting proper visions. Erics haven’t popped up yet, and being combined with his potential to go mad like Wil? Who knows They eventually all live in The Iplier Manor™️. Yancy sees Dark as The Warden, as thats what hes used to. So sees Dark as a parental figure without even knowing hes technically his mom lol. Is represented by the DA (Whether they’re a ghost or mirror man- they’re around somewhere) in court when applying for parole and getting his name legally changed to Yancy! He still visits Happy Trails of course, and even works there as a guard after getting off parole while doing acting on the side. Murderslaughter is *very* proud of him. Erics figuring out legal stuff with the DA to be emancipated from Derek while take legal action against him and Ed Hes also in therapy- physical and mental- while dating Ayano! (Yandereplier) My mans getting his life together! He also goes skating with Wilford the Jims and Bing from time to time! I honestly don’t know much about Murdoc, so Murdoc fans feel free to leave what you think. Might add more if I get ideas!
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coolmayordamien · 7 months
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Sweet Damien/(Y/N) the District Attorney fluff drabble because I cannot be stopped.
"My dearest friend," Damien greets you warmly, his eyes sparkling with unfeigned delight as he grasps your hands in his own. His ever-present cane leans against the bench that he has just vacated.
You cannot help but to grin in the face of his abject happiness. It never ceases to amaze you that a man such as this--wealthy, influential, handsome--can take so much pleasure from your company alone.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet me here," he says softly, politetly guiding you to the bench. The park that he has asked you to is not one that you have visited before, and it is lovely. There are many walking trails to choose from, a few of which seem to lead off into more private, wooded areas. You would like to walk with him, but his leg still gives him some trouble. You do not want to upset him by asking.
"Thank you for inviting me," you answer back. You are pleased to note a faint blush is dusting his features. It makes him look quite sweet.
Judging by the way he favors his right leg as he joins you on the bench, you were correct not to ask him to walk the trails with you today. That is just as well; it is thrilling enough to be sat next to him, watching people as they pass you by.
It seems to you that Damien has placed himself closer to you than is strictly necessary; although there is plenty of space to his other side, the pair of you are close enough that you can feel his body heat radiating through his suit jacket. If you were to shift slightly, your legs would be touching.
Some time passes in pleasant silence as you watch the world pass by. You and Damien do not always need words to understand each other. This is one of your favorite things about your old friend. You are simply comfortable together in a way that you do not experience with anyone else.
Eventually, though, he breaks the silence.
"My dearest friend," Damien says thoughtfully. "It is true, you know. You are the dearest person to my heart. Were our friendship ever to reach a parting, (Y/N), I simply do not know what I would do."
"Then I suppose that it's a good thing that we will always be friends," you say softly, placing a hand on his knee. You are startled when his own hand covers yours. It is warm, as warm as your cheeks are growing, and it feels so right to have your hand in his.
"I am so happy to hear you say that," Damien says earnestly, holding your gaze for such a long time that you can feel your blush growing.
"But," he continues, and your heart plummets, "I am afraid...I am afraid that I have been...I have not been forthright with you as of late, my friend."
"Damien?" you ask, your mouth suddenly dry. "What do you mean?"
He is quite pale as he says, "I find my thoughts turning to you...quite often. I think of your smile, your friendship, your laugh. I think of the way you rob me blind in poker, smirking all the while, and I--my thoughts, (Y/N), have not been...quite gentlemanly. I believe that my feelings for you have evolved quite without my permission."
You cannot say a thing, and he turns away from you. His hand tightens over your own as if he cannot control it.
"I have grown quite fond of you," he whispers haltingly. "I...mayhaps I...mayhaps I even care for you in a- a romantic sense."
"Damien," you say gently. He faces you once again, his expression one that seems to be prepared for rejection. You cannot help but to turn your hand in his, lacing your fingers together.
"I am quite fond of you as well," you grin, and his face lights up. You place the palm of your free hand against his cheek, which is lightly dusted with stubble. His eyes close as if the touch has caused him great pain, or great pleasure.
"I am so glad," Damien breathes as he leans in to graze your lips with his own. "So very glad, my dear."
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riverselkiesing · 11 months
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six au / original designs !! technically three characters, but their wkm eras versus iswm eras. my little guys :D i adore them sm !! i’ve been meaning to draw all of them so this was a lot of fun ✨✨
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misledmiseries · 11 months
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HELLLLP I'm rewatching wkm and i just realized 
the fucking da just been appointed the position along Damien, the da had their whole LIFE in front of them hahaha omg that’s fucking bleak and I'm totally not losing my mind 
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d-ama-ien · 4 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Who Killed Markiplier? (Web Series) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Damien | The Mayor/Y/N | The District Attorney (Who Killed Markiplier?) Characters: Damien | The Mayor (Who Killed Markiplier?), Y/N | The District Attorney (Who Killed Markiplier?), references to other WKM characters Additional Tags: Mentions of drugs and alcohol, Making Out, Marking, Cunnilingus, Rimming, (depending on how you picture things), Missionary Position, (it's a classic for a reason y'all the intimacy of it can be hot if you do it right), let's do it like we've been married ten years and all that, Dry Humping, Oral Sex, Sex, Drunk Sex
Summary: The colored lights of Mark’s party disguise the flush that burns up on my cheeks, and the loud music drowns out my surprised gasp. It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve, well- gotten acquainted, so to speak. But it would be the first time outside of a discretely booked hotel, staggering our entrances and exits so that no one could see us together or suspect something.
 And it was, well, it was Mark’s house, with his and Damien’s childhood friends and some odd strangers. What if they saw, or heard, or-
 “Just let me know- I’ll be in the other room,”
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orange-waterfalls · 2 years
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If anyone wants to know why writing takes me so long, this. this is why. I make so many. I make them for every ego, every fandom, every character, every OC, every vibe every theme anything I can ever fucking think of. These are just the WKM ones I have (chef and the butler are somewhere but I don’t wanna search my files rn, I’ll add them later). ISWM is taking me forever but it’s so fun. I have a hundred of these. What the fuck.
AND!!! I HAVE TO MAKE THE PICTURES SOMETIMES! See that ‘and justice for all’ one? I had to take the picture, download an editing app, make it black and white, add a brown tint, THEN put it in the board. The effort!!! and for what!!!! god dammit it’s fun!!!!!
if you save? like or reblog? I guess?
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5eyes · 1 year
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I want to see people’s DAs and Captains dying in a glue trap
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morefluid-thanwater · 2 years
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No context markiplier universe fan fiction
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Damien: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on Colonel without them noticing?
DA: Hey, Colonel, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny.
Colonel, takes and swallows tracker: Pay up, loser.
Damien: ...
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lostcybertronian · 6 months
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Egotober - Day 8
Prompt: Frame
Prompts by @tracobuttons
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A minuscule slice of light cracked open your world, and you blinked, squinting, as even that was too much for your disused eyes to handle.
You approached the surface of the mirror, wiped it clean with your hand. The gesture didn’t help much, but it wasn’t completely useless, either. You peer through at the light, at the door that opened and brought the light, at the blur of a man who opened the door. 
The man approached the mirror. He wore red, and carried a cane. At first, you thought he was Damien.
He was not.
The Actor smiled a smile like one you’ve never seen; it stretched from ear to ear, further than any human mouth could go. “I didn’t know you were still hanging around,” he said, knocking the head of the cane against the outside surface of the mirror. The sound rang around the void that was your home. “Celine must’ve done a number on you.”
You cross your arms and scowl. Shake your head. Your friends would be back. You had utter faith in them.
“Oh, poor thing,” Mark crooned, leaning close. His face was fractured into ten different pieces by the cracks snaking across the surface of the mirror. Ten different Marks, and all of them leering. “You don’t know.” He flapped a hand, nonchalant, and withdrew. “It’s no matter. Trivial, at best.”
Now he walked past the mirror frame, deeper into the house, twirling his cane, oblivious to your silent shouts. “You stay here, darling, and be patient. We’ll find a use for you in no time.”
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faeriescorpio · 2 years
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hey guys watch me turn a fucking campfire song into angst <3 :D
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ask-the-mirror-da · 2 years
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Pls pls pls I know it’s been forever but my brain is on hyperactive mode just let me talk.
There’s this amazing beautiful musical that has changed my life for the better I think. It’s called Ride the Cyclone and the characters made me think of this and now I can’t stop thinking about this and I’m freakin out man!!!
Let’s start with my personal favorite character, Jane Doe.
Jane Doe is a character who has lost her entire identity because the coroners were never able to find her head. She wears a little too porcelain doll head and carries around a beheaded doll. Her story is traumatic and her song is all about mourning her lost, unknown life.
Who am I gonna relate this character to? The DA obviously. The DA who was murdered, put in a mirror, came out of the mirror and didn’t remember their past life. If you listen to the song it has recalling of her life and the desperation to just know a little bit about her old self. It’s also very old timey, having a Ballad/Opera feel to it. Makes sense right? YEAH!!
My second Fav Character, Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg. A girl who has always had the thirst for success and pushes others down to get her way until the end of the show. Watch it to find out what I mean. A girl whose entire song is about how her life means more and obviously she should be the one at the chance of life because she has so much to do!
Actor Mark. Duh. The thirst for success. The putting others down. The thought that he’s the hero and everyone else’s life means less than his!!!! UGH.
Constance Blackwood is “The Nicest Girl In Town” whose entire song is about how nothing good ever happened to her accept for in the town she lived in with all her friends. At first she hated her small town but then everything changed when she died. She sings about how lovely her life is and how much she loved being alive and will never let go of that.
Damien. He was probably the nicest kid in town in his day and was the mayor who cares deeply about people. He probably hated something deep down but in the end I think he really loved his life.
Noel Gruber is the most romantic boy in town who had a fantasy that he was a hooker in post-war France. He dreams of a life he can be himself and be accepted for what he wanted to be. He’s eccentric, funny, and knows how to get what he wants in his life……. He also calls Ocean a horrible succubus…
William. He’s eccentric and wants a life where he can be himself and no one else. Also… him calling Actor Mark a horrible succubus…….
Mischa Bachinski was the angriest boy in town that masked all of his love for this girl named Talia with anger and his uh…. Rapping career or something… he was truly hiding his secret online relationship with a girl named Talia that he fell in love with when he was still in Ukraine and they had planned to get married before he moved away.
Abe. Abe had somebody, actually many people he truly loved and now that they were all gone he covered that part of him up with anger and hate for something that in the long run doesn’t matter.
Ricky Potts is the most imaginative boy in town who, after an accident, was left mute and on crutches. He dreamed of a better life for himself which is one of the most awkward songs on the album so I’ll just say uh… space cats. But he’s very in-touch with everyone else in the choir especially Jane Doe and seems to have a huge heart that just wants to have fun and not be in the same place forever.
Celine. Celine truly seemed like a good person to people that she loved and cared about (like Ricky with Jane Doe) and like Ricky she wanted to escape to a better place for herself.
Karnak is the talking fortune telling machine that has orchestrated all of this. He wants to give the kids a chance at being alive again. He wants them to have a better life. But he can only bring one of them back. He’s also sassy and sometimes mean to the “contestants” lmao.
The house entity. While not as kind-hearted as Karnak it orchestrated everything that happened in the house and brought them all together like Karnak did.
I AM GOING INSANE HELP
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