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emittthehuman · 1 year
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Couldn’t find the motivation to finish the last bit but thought you guys might enjoy it anyways :]
Music is Talia from cyclone the musical!!
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What if... Who Killed Markiplier... but it's Ace Attorney Investigations...
"Ace District Attorney Investigations", if you will.
(Everything you see here was drawn by me, with some backgrounds/that one evidence photo being either screenshots from the show, or edits of official photographs of Mythea Castle, where WKM was filmed)
#who killed markiplier#wkm#ace attorney investigations#wkm fanart#wkm district attorney#captainsona#captain yona masters#''a burgundy-wearing prosecutor teaming up with a kooky detective? now why does that sound familiar- OH YEAH!''#anyway you guys ever notice that the da from what we're shown is a pretty piss-poor investigator?#they just kinda wander around aimlessly and allow people to shoo them away before offering up any information#like their alibis or lack thereof#it doesn't exactly help that wkm is a choose your own adventure without any choices#and I know mark's team was limited on budget and time or whatever and they meant for it to be more involved than what we got!#it's not their fault!#but still you can't deny that what we got isn't very satisfying as far as murder mysteries go#and I don't feel all that compelled to pretend otherwise!#so in the version of wkm that exists in MY head#da!yona is going to take the prospect of solving her dear friend's murder SERIOUSLY goddammit!#(the conclusion she's gearing up towards in the last two pictures#is that the party was a cover for mark's plan to kill the colonel; but it obviously backfired and mark wound up getting killed instead)#(that's her theory. as we all know it's not /quite/ accurate to what really happened but it's pretty close!)#(obviously she's unaware of any supernatural element to the whole thing at this point)#(or heck maybe in this version of events there actually isn't a supernatural element at all and she's right. I haven't decided)
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amee-racle-ofmyown · 6 months
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just-silly-liv-things · 6 months
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If you haven't checked it out yet and love Darkiplier, watch my new animated Collab with @meribel-nova for the anniversary of the final episode of who killed Markiplier and the first Friday the 13th since... Enjoy~
The song is: My name (You're wearing me out) by Shinedown 🖤
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falseroar · 1 month
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Colonel: I think you all know why I gathered you here today: to play the most dangerous game.
District Attorney: Knife monopoly?
Colonel, dropping the board game and a plethora of knives in the middle of the table: Finally, a person of culture!
Abe: What the hell…?
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tiredeldritchhorror · 7 months
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A Pro Gamer Move indeed
Time lapse down under, bit of eye strain in it cause I fuck with colors
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alaroweq · 1 month
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anxious little mayor 💙
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midnight-nightrose · 2 months
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Wkm playing card ideas
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ricky-tiki-tah · 3 days
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It’s really hard to take Dark seriously if you go from the viewpoint that Darkiplier is just Damien and/or Celine parodying The Actor like Mark implied when talking about DAMIEN.
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ghiertor-the-gigapeen · 3 months
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This is exactly how I imagined the district attorney from wkm would look like
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It always has been ethan he's the cameraman I wanna cry this looks so good🥹🥹🥹
(Original vid is from The drunk men's choir)
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thereturnofthem · 2 months
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Ok yeah, exploring the potential dynamics between the District Attorney and the rest of the WKM cast after the tragedy that was poker night is fun and all.
But what about a DA who's just batshit feral, what about a DA who hates literally everybody following what happened. What about a DA who has become so, viscerally monstrous from being trapped in that manor for almost a century that they manage to bust out for the sole purpose of ruining lives.
Need a DA who is so unimpressed by Darks attempts to get rid of Actor that they decide, fuck it, I'll do it my damn self.
They were a lawyer, they got the skills and charisma to social engineer some bullshit that would flip the status quo on its head. That's a source of untapped angst and potentially wild comedy.
I have the creative energy to make a whole ass sideblog exploring just this concept and I'm not afraid to use it.
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not-mary-sue · 4 months
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Theory/Headcanon: What if the version of Who Killed Markiplier we see isn't what actually happened on the night of Actor's death? What if it's one of his stories, putting the DA through his retelling of events. It would explain things like people explaining things that, had the DA not been trapped for so long, they likely would have remembered like who the Colonel was or that he was Mark's childhood friend (I know the out of universe reason of us the viewer needing to know, but in character they probably would have been at the wedding), or a storm with no rain, but it could also be a way for Actor to paint himself in a better light.
See how everyone was so uncaring and unorganised about his death? Even after he welcomed them into his home. Even after he was so kind.
See how quickly your friends turned on you? After you did nothing but help. And not one thought to defend you, did they?
See how the twins abandoned you? How they used you? How they promised you'd be safe?
See how I am the only one you can trust?
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gooberlad · 21 days
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Such a cool quote :’)
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elenavr13 · 6 months
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Echoes of Old Friends
Darkiplier x DA
Warnings: swearing
After the events of WKM, the DA attempts to move on & create a life for themselves despite being trapped in the mirror. Against their hopes & wishes, their past seeks them out in the form of a familiar face.
*What Could Have Been- Sting*
*I may expand this & turn it into a complete story in the future.*
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            Daylight filters through the cracked glass reflecting the main entrance of the decrepit, forgotten manor. Mindlessly flipping through the pages of one of the books I have read a thousand times, I suddenly feel a chill crawl down my spine. What the hell? The physical feeling startles me back to reality because I haven’t felt anything like that in years. Immediately, I close the book & scan the room, nothing not even in the outside world. Faint tapping screams through the silence-drowned manor. Probably just the weather. After a few seconds, it occurs again. This time I realize the odd sound is coming from inside the house. My mind starts spinning with ideas of what type of animal has climbed through a broken window or one of the rotting walls. Maybe it’s another raccoon coming to search through the rubble or maybe the squirrel I saw the other day has come back. Excited to see a living creature, I get up to find it. Before I can even travel to the next reflection, a voice freezes me in place.
            “Y/n, I know you’re in there. Come out.” There’s people here!
            “Y/n?” I whisper to myself. Something about that name tugs at my heart. Then again that voice is also eerily familiar. I jump from reflection to reflection searching for any sign of the people with no luck. Suddenly, the realization hits me. Y/n, that was- is my name. My name is Y/n. I haven’t heard that name in years. The last time I…that voice…Damien?  Appearing in the mirror that holds my soul hostage, I see the man who used me & shattered my heart. Sorrow in addition to hope consumes me upon seeing him but it quickly gets replaced by bubbling rage.
            “Why are you back?” I seethe.
            “You don’t seem very pleased to see me.” His smooth voice provokes me.
            “& why should I be? You’re the last person I ever want to see.”
            His jaw clenches but he continues. “I can get you out of there.”
            “I don’t want your help.”
            He smirks. “Stubborn as always but I can give you what you want. All I’m asking is that you…”
            “I want you to leave.” He appears taken back.
            “Even after all these years you still blame me. We were happy before that night & we can still be happy if you will only listen to me.” Anger emanates from his voice as it increases in volume.
            Unfazed by his temper, I snap back. “We? There is no ‘we’ not after what you did, Damien.”
            “It’s Dark now.” He sneers
            “Oh, I apologize, Dark.”
            “That snake took everything away from me! I was merely protecting you from him. It was for the best.”
            “You know what would have been ‘for the best’? If I had never agreed to your fucking deal. I trusted you & you betrayed me. Mark may have been the cause of all this but he never did anything to me. You on the other hand took everything away from me! I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. Just leave me alone! Leave me alone like you have for the past however many years it’s been.”
            “91” My anger immediately dissolves from his simple answer. 91? It’s been 91 years since that night? I’ve been trapped in a reflection utterly alone for nearly a century?
            “You just expect me to agree to your plan after you abandoned me for a century? I’ve managed to make some semblance of a life without you- without anyone for that matter. I Don’t Need You. Why do you even want to ‘help’ me? I don’t have anything anymore. I am just a reflection of a person because of you. So tell me, what are you going to gain from ‘helping’ me? ”
            He continues to stare back with a blank expression which only ticks me off more. Before I do anything irrational –like I could– I begin to leave to another reflection in the manor. “I miss you.” His baritone voice stops me.
            Without turning back around to face him, I say, “Little late for that, Damien.”
            A deep growl keeps me in place. “I tried to play nice & you still view me as the bad guy. I thought you were better than that.” This time I spin on my heels to face the man I used to believe was my friend.
            “& I thought you were better than to destroy what we had.”
            “I didn’t destroy…”
            “Go ahead, keep blaming Mark for your actions.” Suddenly he takes a hold of the frame surrounding my vision of the outside world & rips the mirror off the wall.
            “I have heard enough of your insolence.”
            “Put Me Back! Damien, put…”
            “Stop calling me that name!” I glare daggers at him but he seems to be amused by it. “How are you even going to stop me, doll?”
            “I’m not your doll.” Rage gets the best of me I throw a punch which would have made contact with his smug face if not for the glass separating us. Instead of flinching, his smirk just grows as he leaves the manor with me in tow. I attempt to jump to another reflection but some force keeps me tethered to the single, wretched, glass prison. Knowing there is nothing I can do, I fall silent, exhausted from my outburst. Why can’t I just be happy? I was just starting to get better & move on. Now Damie- Dark is back to remind me of the life that was stolen from me. What did I do to deserve this endless suffering?
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crackedegotheories · 7 months
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Dark has officially entered his last year of bad luck, after breaking that mirror six years (and a day) ago. Just one year left, and he, at least, will be free.
Assuming trapping an innocent district attorney in said mirror does not add or reduce the traditional seven year run, of course.
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memento-morii-ua · 28 days
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Captain Morii/DA content-
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