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Wilford: It must be hard, not having a sense of humor.

Google: I do not know what you mean. I received a "humor" update months ago.

Wilford: But you've never laughed at any of my jokes.

Google: You have never said anything funny.

Wilford: *Gasp*

Bing: *From across the room* Ohh! Sick burn, bruh!

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Rose Colored Cheeks

Warnings: None just FLUFF

Parings: Wilford x Shy!Reader

Pronouns:None

A/N: Wil has my whole heart and he can keep it. Send in requests!!

"Hello, Cuppy Cake!" William shouted as he embraced you into his arms. You felt your face heat up at the nickname combined with a sudden hug.You tried to mutter a response as you covered your face. "M-morning, Wil!" Yelping the last part as you tried to struggle out of his embrace so he wouldn't see how easily flustered he made you. "What's wrong, Sweet Pea?" Your face exploded with red at the name as you continued to try to shimmy out of his grasp."N-nothings wrong, Wil!" Trying to say words as quickly as possible to avoid him from hearing your stuttering and voice cracks, was having an opposite effect. You soon realized that trying to get out of a man's grasp who was twice your weight was pointless to do so you stopped, but continued to hide how bright red your face was. "Hunny Bun, tell me what's wrong." He said, concerned. If it were possible, you'd be blowing steam out your ears. This man had so much power over you and he didn't even know it. You knew he wouldn't stop until you admitted why you were burning up, so you finally submitted. "Okay, but put me down first." He let you go and saw your cheeks a bright crimson. "Woah Buttercup, you're redder than a strawberry without sunscreen!" You felt like you were gonna combust if he kept this up, it wasn't the nicknames that were embarrassing it was just your natural reaction to them. You couldn't help that you were shy, you just were! He'd give you nicknames before but you had the chance to hide your face. You tried to cup your face again and hide in your hands but Wil had gently grabbed your wrist and pulled them away. "There's no need to be embarrassed about Jellybean, do you not like the nicknames?" He asked. You loved the nicknames, you just got so flustered whenever he called you them. They caught you off guard and made your heart swell! "No it's not that, I'm just really shy…" You whispered the last part, surprised he could even hear you. He was shocked by the response before cupping your cheeks and bringing your face to meet his."You're too cute for your own good, sweetpea!" You felt your face flush, hotter than it was before, then you saw it. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink before kissing you. Needless to say, your face was hot for the rest of the day.

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I had never noticed that before.

Thanks for the pain.

cinematic parallels

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“Which ego would get a crush on you?” uquiz :o)

I saw one of these before and I thought it’d be fun to make my own !! Please tag ur results and what you thought!! I’d love to read

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A Poem Inspired by Actor Mark

Don’t leave me I never want to be alone I’m not fine here by myself In the “comfort” of my own home

Don’t leave me with myself Don’t leave me be here in the silence Don’t leave me with the empty nothing of wealth I never meant for this to turn to violence

I miss you I need you I’m sorry for what I’ve done

Don’t leave me I never want to be alone I’m not fine here by myself In the “comfort” of my own home

Don’t leave me with myself Don’t leave me be here in the silence Don’t leave me with the “empty nothing” of wealth I never meant for this to turn to violence

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Actor offers you a drink.

Take it?

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ngl i need more angst with y/n x dark,,

Oh goodness. What have I done?

little bit of angst topped with domination. Enjoy~!

You always prefered to park the barrel, or ‘H.Q.’ near the beach, especially when summer was rolling around. Sure, there were more people around at the time, but there was something so satisfying about crawling out of the hot van and stepping out to the cool ocean breeze that gently blew in your face. Mark himself never complained, though you knew he prefered the Barrel to be parked someplace less public. You understood why, but it was your living space, so you could park it wherever you pleased and he had no say in it.

The sun was just barely peeking over the waves of the ocean before you, the day winding down to an end, crowds going home, nothing but the sounds of the waves.  Your companion, Mark, had already taken his leave for a while. He was excellent in reading you, knowing when you wanted some space away from everyone else and enjoy your solitude. It was rather refreshing to have someone who respected that about you. You had no idea where he wondered off to, but you really didn’t care at the moment. He always found his way back the very next day anyways.

You sat yourself in the van door way, legs dangling off the edge as you looked out over the rather lovely scene, a blanket wrapped around you to stay warm as the nights here get a little cold. Something about the wind that caressed your cheeks had a bit of a bite to it, nearly winter like. You instantly tensed up as you felt someone come up from behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pull you flush against his body. You did your best not to panic as he rested his chin on your shoulder, the chill of his touch seeped through the the fabric of the blanket and your clothes, leaving you shivering against his body.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

His voice was gentle, in a sense. It’s the kind of tone he’s use to lower your defenses, make it seem like you could trust that he wouldn’t lash out at any moment. Recalling all those times didn’t help you relax one bit, if anything you curled up a little more into yourself, waiting for any form of impact from him. He seemed to notice your discomfort, letting out an amused chuckle as he tightened his hold around you, nuzzling a little more against your shoulder in a tender manner. You could have been mistaken, but this was feeling a little more like an embrace than attempting to squeeze all the air from your body.

“There’s no need for you to worry.” He muttered, listing his head from your shoulder and withdrew one of his hands from your waist to caress his fingertips through your hair. “I just wanted to enjoy this view with you is all, just the two of us now that we finally have time to be alone.” Despite how on edge you were about the situation you were in, you couldn’t lie to yourself about how wished this was all it was. No violent surprises or broken down mentality from him, just this. It felt like old times honestly.

You decided to take a risk.

Taking in a deep breath you closed your eyes, trying to forget the cold sensation that brought you great discomfort and focused more of the fact that he was holding you like he did in the old days, leaning yourself a little more against the demon of a man. This seemed to result in a change of atmosphere. You couldn’t describe it, but it felt like a form of calm, the echos of screaming and voices seemed to go quiet for a moment as you did this. Maybe you reached to the part of him that was long dead, or maybe he was just playing alone to get you on his side. Whatever the reason, there was no doubt that you didn’t regret your action as the man cradled you dearly, his head resting on yours in such a tender embrace.  Anyone who saw this would assume the two of you were lovers.

“. . . I miss you.” He whispered in a near normal tone, hardly any distorted voice or mockery there of. You swore for a moment he sounded like how Damien would speak those words. Hearing this nearly made you melt in his arms, eyes still closed as you imagined that it was your old friend, a past flame that never went away. Before you knew it, you could feel his lips upon yours, your heart skipping a beat as he stole a gentle kiss from you. It was the only warmth that you could feel from him and you embraced it completely, your body relaxing in his arms as he deepened the kiss even more. You lost yourself, completely forgetting where you were, what all unfolded, and what he was now. All that mattered was the sensation of his fingertips along your body and the taste of his lips, all making the world you were tapped in fade away from your mind.

Unfortunately, with all  wonderful moments, they end.

Eventually he pulls away, his brow against yours as he continues to cradle you close against his body. You swore you could hear his voice break a little as he spoke. “It’s not fair. . . We were suppose to be like this, not you with him. . . One day, you will be mine. And I will enjoy watching him bleed as I do so.” Just like that, Damien was gone from you. The cold returning just as quickly as it left.  You opened your just a little to look up at him, missing your chance to look into the eyes of someone you’ve missed dearly. This broke your heart gazing up at the monster he was forced to become. He seemed to sense the growing pain in your chest as he smirked, trailing his thumb along your bottom lip. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.” He hummed, “You will learn to love me eventually. Even if it means have to break you first, and we have plenty of time for that~.”

Just then you could hear Mark from the distance,  calling out to you with ‘good news’. The demon clearly was not fond of this interruption, sneering as he looked away from you and towards the obnoxious sound of the man he loathed greatly. “How obnoxious. . .” He hissed under his breath, his attention returning towards you once more. “Guess we’ll have to continue this some other time. I hope you’ll be as anxious and willing. Submission truly suits you.” 

Before you knew it, you were alone, left sitting in the barrel as you were before his sudden intrusion. Bringing your knees up to your chest you held onto yourself, your mind racing from his words. More so still feeling his hands and lips on you as though he was still there. You were confused. You locked up so badly, caved into his advance just as easily. It as almost as if you were no longer in control of yourself.

You tried to act like nothing was wrong the moment Mark walked up, the man beaming as he offered you your meal. not once did he notice how troubled you truly were, how terrified you became as you pondered what Dark had in store for you the next time the both of you meet once more.

Mark was starting to rub off on you with how good you had become at acting. . . 

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Wilford, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket? Lol

Dark, also in the break room: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

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I got a new tablet! This one has a screen and I love it!

Anyway, here's Google.

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Things are Different Now

For the Rat-mama down at @the-tragic-hero-and-you. You turned me into an Actor stan and a drawing of yours inspired this. I should be studying but this was more important.

The Actor deals with the aftermath of a fight with Y/N.

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Everyone who visits Markiplier Manor isn’t allowed to touch the mirror.

After the infamous events that happened there, many believe the house is haunted - and with good reason. The disappearance of the city mayor and district attorney, the death of a rather well-known detective, and the murder of Markiplier himself.

People say the halls feel different. They feel cramped, with a certain aura to them. People who visit the house never stay long. If they do, they come out different people.

“Something terrible happened here,” is what most people say. “Something we can’t understand yet.”

The mirror is old. It’s cracked. It looks like a normal mirror. If you look between the cracks you can only see the void.

Some people say they see a face that isn’t theirs stare back at them.

A face with beady eyes and wearing rags.

The face of someone who has just been left behind. Betrayed. In a sense… shattered.

But only for a second.

The shortest second.

People say the face in the mirror asks for a man named Damien.

Everyone who visits Markiplier Manor isn’t allowed to touch the mirror.

Something horrible happened there.

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F...fff. mbdkf fangs gsmdh

Y...yeah 😔😔

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Tomorrow I’ll prolly rebound back with a smidge bit of a doodle post, but in the meanwhile, here’s a small snip of what I’ve been up to :>

More to come soon. Also, really quick—

I’m never ever ever ever ever going to try to do the King of Squirrels in Animal crossing. Mother fucker’s shirt costed me 4k bells and his crown is going to cost more than everything that stands on my island and all my house payments combined, fuck his 1.2 million bell crown-

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“I see it, I like it; I want it, I got it.”

Commission for @skylespin​! Thank you so much for commissioning, this piece was a pleasure to work on!! owo)/💖

Alternate version with Dark’s aura under the cut ^w^

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I gave Wilford a Hello Kitty chair!

This gave me so much trouble. From sketching to coloring. Why would you do this to me, Wil?

Not %100 happy, but %100 done. Tired of making changes to it.

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The Host and Wilford.

I dunno. I’m still waking up here.