#I like how I made Darkiplier soft

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Welcome Home (Darkiplier x reader) Part 4- A moment too late

“It’s uh, wonderful to meet you too Damien.” You said, smiling back. Wow, was he gorgeous... You could go on for eternity about how perfect he was. “So tell me, does somebody as enchanting as you have a partner, perhaps a boyfriend or girlfriend?” He asked, inching just a tad closer to you. “Oh no, I haven’t been in a relationship in a while.” You answered, staring into his eyes. They were a sharp icy blue with an abnormal soft glow to them. 

It was almost hypnotic. “Well if you’re available, perhaps we could go to dinner this evening? My treat of course.” He offered, taking your hands in his. It made you shiver. Why were they so frigid? Your mind told you to decline, to pull your hands away and just run. Yet your heart said otherwise, everything about his eyes, his smile, his..face. It was all so beautiful, so alluring, so secure, so..familiar. It was practically impossible for you to decline.

 You were hanging onto his every word. “I’d love to go out with you, Damien." You answered, smiling at him. You exchanged numbers and parted ways for the time being, but you just couldn’t wait to see him again. 

You entered the manor giggling while texting on your phone. Your joy faded when you were met with Mark looking at you. His face was a mix of concern and disappointment. “Where have you been for the past half an hour? You said you were going to help out but you just disappeared. Plus you’ve been acting weird since you got here and avoiding me.” You frowned. “Is it your business?” You questioned, glaring at him. “..What? I guess not but it’d be nice to know at least. Look, whatever's going on, you can tell me. We’re still friends.” Mark said, his tone becoming reassuring. 

“Oh please, don’t act like you still care, Mr. big-shot YouTube star.” Mark's eyes widened a bit. “Is that what this is about? You’re being dramatic." You shoved him aside. “I don’t wanna hear it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a date to get to.” You said, looking at your phone again as you started walking past him. 

Mark took a glance at the profile picture of whoever you were texting. His face paled. “Look, I’m sorry if I made you feel left out or anything of the sort. But I don’t think you should go on that date." You ignored him and just continued walking upstairs.

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Mark stood nervously, thinking about what he should do. There was no way he’d found his way back again, right? He put his hands into his pocket and his expression paled. Everything in there was gone, except his phone. 

But how the hell- the apprentice.

[ijwrff]

Kinktober-Day 22. Daddy Kink (Darkiplier)

Such a gentleman. Sometimes. Unless he's not. Reader is gn in this, and it's mostly the buildup to the act but still has some spice :D

Enjoy <3

Word Count: 1,160

You were out shopping with Dark, enjoying the quiet and peaceful day as you walked side by side. He wasn’t one for much PDA, so hand holding usually waited until you were home in his mansion. You didn’t mind, and actually sort of enjoyed how his affection was for your eyes and your eyes alone. Even though he didn’t usually touch you much in public, he still looked at you with adoration in his eyes, an expression most people wouldn’t believe he was capable of having. 

You had bought plenty of little items, never wanting to spend too much more than needed…not that Dark would let you buy anything anyways. He always insisted on paying, it was just part of who he is. He loved taking care of you, and made sure you never forgot it. So there you were, walking while he carried numerous bags effortlessly in his arms. It was kind of like a ‘yes’ day, where he never said no to anything you wanted to buy. Despite knowing he wouldn’t be low on funds, even if you bought the most expensive car in the world, you still kept your purchases simple. 

When you were walking, you passed your favorite store! The excitement overwhelmed you when you jumped in place a couple times, looking at Dark with stars in your eyes while you pointed at the store. “Can we please go in! The last store, I promise!” Your grin nearly made it difficult to talk, and the grin only grew as he nodded with a small trace of a smile on his face. “Thank you!” You exclaimed, and rushed into the store. 

It seems like hours had passed since you went into the store, and you’d picked up a few items you really wanted. Most of the items were relatively cheap, but there was one…you wanted it so badly. It was far from a price you would consider in your personal budget, but he did say he’d buy anything. Regardless, you looked at him with pleading eyes, “Please! This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!” It was largely exaggerated but you were too excited to care. “Can I please get this too?” To add onto the request, you gave him the best puppy dog eyes you could. 

“Of course, if that’s what you want dear.” He smiled, and lifted all the items from your hand, walking towards the counter as he turned his back towards you to head there. 

He didn’t make it far when you jumped forward and hugged him from behind, overjoyed you could buy it. You giggled against his back, and it made him let out a soft chuckle too. The words…left your mouth before you could even register what you were saying. You didn’t mean to, but it completely slipped out. 

In an excited tone, and giggles between the syllables, you gratefully proclaimed…

“Thank you daddy!” 

You both froze. Your eyes widened in embarrassment and shock, which only got worse as he stilled. He didn’t walk forward, he didn’t turn to you, and instead he stood there stiff. Maybe it was for the best that you couldn’t see his face…having him look at you in disgust was the last thing you wanted, and time seemed to slow as neither of you moved. Several moments passed, and the air shifted around you. 

Within seconds, you were transported to your home, in you and Dark’s room. Your back was against the wall, still holding onto Dark from behind him. He wasted no time, and spun around, easily pinning his arms above your head. His expression was serious, but there was the slightest trace of a blush on his cheeks. He leaned forward, his knee slowly easing between your thighs. 

“What did you call me…?” The tone in his voice made you gasp, hearing how…desperate it sounded. It wasn’t usually something you heard in his voice, and you feared you severely messed up. He was completely still, not allowing either of you to move an inch as he pressed himself closer to you while maintaining eye contact. 

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say that! I-I don’t know what got into me, I just got so excited and it slipped out I’m so-” You fumbled over your words, and stuttered them out before he cut you off, his free hand trailing down to rest his thumb on your bottom lip. 

His touch was feather light, and his eyes trailed down to look at your lips as his thumb slowly pried your lips apart slightly. “Say it again.” He demanded, his eyes darting up to yours to show he was being serious. He wasn’t typically one to joke, anyway. His eyes didn’t stay on yours long, slowly moving their gaze downwards to look at your lips. 

You stood there, in shock once again. Did he…like…when you called him that? It wasn’t something you’d previously discussed, so this wasn’t something you could have ever expected. He could be patient, typically, but right now didn’t seem like one of those moments. His knee moved further between your legs, prying them apart as his hand around your wrists tightened. 

The movement made you gasp, and you obeyed his request. You meant for the word to come out softly, but feeling his knee press up against you while his chest was flush against yours, made it come out as a breathy moan. The feelings were so teasing, knowing you craved more, as you moaned out the word “daddy…” 

He shuddered against you, and moved his thumb from your lips to grasp your neck firmly to pull you into a bruising kiss. Patience wasn’t currently in his vocabulary, but he still intended to make every moment matter to bring you the most pleasure possible. As his knee moved slowly but intentionally, you let out gasps and moans into the kiss without fighting for dominance in any regard. His hand even squeezed lightly around your throat, and it only served to make your moans louder as he picked up the pace of his knee. 

You panted as you both pulled back from the kiss. He slowly let go of your wrists, and stepped back from you. His gaze was hungry, but he turned away and it left you confused and craving for more stimulation. “T-That was…an amazing kiss. I…didn’t know you were into that.” You muttered, letting out a soft laugh. 

Dark approached the bed as you tried to catch your breath against the wall. He laughed at your response as he sat on the edge of the bed with his legs slightly spread. “Oh? That was amazing? I think you got the wrong idea, dear.” He rested on the bed for only a moment, but his expression made you gulp. It was a wicked smirk, and his eyes were narrow as he looked at you like a predator would to prey it had chased and captured. 

“Daddy’s far from done with you.” 

[budderdomo]

My Paint Tool Sai Brushes/Painting Process Tutorial!

Explanations and Examples down below

Disclaimer: long post

Hello! I wanted to first thank everyone for liking/reblogging my most recent art piece (the Darkiplier one) It has become my first post with over 1000 notes which is just insane for me. I just wanted to do something to thank you guys for that.

Anyway, this post will be divided like this, so scroll to the title if you want specific things

Introduction

Brush textures/shapes for download

Overall process -> Terms and Definitions

How I use each brush (+ examples) -> Sketch -> Lineart (only do this sometimes) -> Rendering -> Textures + Post Processing

Conclusion

Introduction

This post is mainly for me in the future to look back on how my painting process was. My process changes ALL the time, sometimes I use lineart, sometimes I paint, sometimes I don't use textures, sometimes I have 100 layers, sometimes I have 1. It just changes depending on the piece. There is no "correct" way to do art. Do what you want!

Second of all, I feel I should point out you don't need fancy brushes or many brushes to make good art. I painted this piece with 1 brush.

That's right, 1 brush (it was the P A I N T brush shown in main). I didn't have a sketch, I didn't have any lines, I started with big shapes and went from there.

Third of all, I use Paint Tool SAI (the first one). So this will be specific to that program. I'm sorry, it's just what I know how to use.

Brush Textures/Shapes

You may see in my brushes that there are textures/shapes that don't come with the standard SAI program. I tried to find the links for you to download them yourself.

Arrow: https://www.deviantart.com/digikat04/art/Custom-SAI-Brush-I-265506547

All texture brushes: https://painttoolsaibrushes.splstc.com/painttool-sai-textures/

For some reason I can't find where I got marble pt. 2 or chalk so here's the png files. (You can convert them to .bmp files) (Hopefully that works!)

Chalk : Marble pt. 2

Overall Process

Before I go over my process I'm going to define some terms I'll be using and what I mean by them:

Flats - base colors

Rendering - Includes shading, lighting, small details, and texturing to define a form

Blending - mixing two separate colors together

Reduction - Once you've made a line/shape, reduction is the act of erasing part of it -> At the bottom of my brushes (in the images up above) you can see a checkered box which makes your brush transparent. I use the erasing brush to Reduce the red circle.

Persistence - How well the brush can create a new shape/color on top of pre-existing colors (If the brush blends a lot on top of other colors it has low persistence)

"Hard" vs "Soft" brushes - How well defined an edge is on a brush

Stabilizer - Turns trembly lines into smooth lines

So, I draw a different way each time. My canvas size is normally between 2500 pixels and 4000. I usually do around 3000 though. In general for my paintings I usually do

A sketch

Flats

Hue Shifts

Lighting/Shadows

Brighter Light/Deeper Shadows (Highlights/Ambient Occlusion)

Smaller Details

Texturing

Post Processing

For my bigger compositions, I make thumbnails. And for my "comic book" style I use lineart and layer modes (like multiply, luminosity)

How I Use Each Brush (+ Examples!)

Sketch

I have 2 sketch brushes. "pencil" and "sketch" For most of my life I have been using the default pencil brush on size 1. But recently I have been using this softer "sketch" brush on size ~20 or so. Either way works, but I find that the "pencil" brush is easier for linework and the "sketch" brush is easier to blend into paintings

"Pencil" : "Sketch" examples

Lineart (opt.)

Nowadays I don't use lineart that often, but if I do it's with my "Softlines" brush. It's great for both very thick and very thin lines. I lower the opacity of my sketch and put lineart on a new layer on top of it

"Softlines" brush examples

Flats

With lineart I seperate each new color with a new layer. For painting I'm now using one color as an underpainting color and working on top of that layer. So I render one thing at a time while working on the same layer.

I lower the opacity of the sketch and create a new layer under my sketch. I use my "pencil" brush to lay out the underpainting color and "blur" for hue shifts. And then I reduce it to the silhouette using my "sketch" brush (This gives a softer outline)

Rendering

This would take way too long to explain every step of how I do it. So I'll explain how I use my brushes in this step.

"Arrow!!!" - I use this brush for laying out intial shapes, big areas of color, shading, lighting. The arrow shape has a point on the end that's really great for triangular shapes. It's not very good at small details because of the texture applied to it.

"Sketch" - I use this brush during the rendering as well. It's great for small details that you want a softer look of. It has a high persistence so it's great for working on the same layer.

"P A I N T" - This is a brush that's good at very many things. It has higher blending than "sketch" or "Arrow!!!" and it's shape is square. Great for blending, general painting, small details, reduction, etc.

"blur" - great for gradients or to smooth something out a lot

"Gaussian" - is a gaussian blur. Great for making things out of focus or fuzzy

"square TEX" - texture brush that has high persistence with some blending

"metal TEX" - texture brush with high blending and a spread shape.

"speckle TEX" - texture brush for kind of a sparkly look. High persistence

"water TEX" - texture brush that works kind of like a glaze. You can use for flair/fun

example

Post-Processing

Typically I use more filters for this. Paint Tool Sai has sliders to change hue, saturation, brightness, contrast, luminosity, and color deepen. So I tend to mess with those. I also add effects like chromatic aberration

The tutorial I follow for chromatic aberration in Paint Tool Sai: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thmaephD9Ec&t=169s

I also add particles like dust and other objects.

Finally I use my Gaussian blur to make things out of focus/motion blur

Conclusion

I hope this helps! I feel like I'm at a point in my art journey where I'm good enough to give advice. So hopefully this helps someone out there with their art journey! Obviously I have a long way to go, but I'm pretty proud of where I've come. I remember watching speedpaints and tutorials trying to become better at art. So I kind of want to add to that cycle for artists. :D Have a great day!

[spicy-moths]

Kinktober: Day Thirteen

Darkiplier x GN!Reader | Words: 200

Warnings: dom/sub dynamic, use of "master", body worship

MINORS DNI

Dark’s hands run over your skin, making you melt under his touch as his lips dance across your chest. You lay beneath him but his touches are nothing but worshiping. How he takes his time kissing at your neck until you’re hazy, gently massaging your thighs as he kisses a line down your front. He gets down to your abdomen and sucks a few dark marks into your skin, continuing the motions over your hips and covering your thighs.

“My sweet love, being so good for me, good for your master. Took care of yourself like I asked you to after looking after me all day, and I think that deserves a reward, how about you?”

All you can manage is a mewl as he enjoys keeping you in that sub space, letting your brain slip away as he continues with his soft but certainly hungering affections. “Kept yourself as well behaved as possible for me, all on my birthday. Made me breakfast, planned a whole day of activities. And then you offer yourself to me? I cannot let all your actions go unappreciated, my dear. Just don’t keep quiet on me, and you will get everything that you deserve.”

[weirdmixofweirdness]

Happy

TW: Gun, Implied death/murder, Blood, Slight gore

It was a rare sight to see Darkiplier smile. In fact, seeing him in any emotional state at all was relatively new, even to Warfstache. Especially to Warfstache. Despite all efforts, the reporter could never seem to make Dark even crack a smile (though he still tried again and again every day). Now, however, the usually numb-looking being was chatting with the others, making small talk, smiling, chuckling. Their skin even looked alive. It made them look like…someone else, though as to who, he couldn’t put his finger on. All he knew was that they wore the face of an old friend, one far older than the friend they usually were.

 Mayhaps, he woke up in another dimension again. With how jumbled everything was, it could have very well been the case. No use questioning how. Apparently, while thinking, his eyes remained on Dark. The now human-looking being moved their head as if to say ‘come over here.’ Who was Wilford to refuse an invitation like that? They were friends, after all. Sure, Dark didn’t always react fondly to his ideas. Well, to be honest, they never did; but friends don’t always agree, right? The reporter made his way to Dark. People around him made way for him. They stared at him, as he went, with expressionless faces. Their gazes followed Warfstache, even when he reached his friend. 

“You know, Will,” Dark began, though, it didn’t sound like Dark at all. It was lighter, softer. A cadence he knew from somewhere.

“If you wanted to speak with me, you could have asked,” he said with a soft smile. 

“You know I prefer to play the long game, ol’ boy,” Wilford’s voice came out different, less slurred than usual. He didn’t question it, though. Every now and then, his voice would slip into its former pattern. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence, though it still felt odd whenever it happened.  

“It’s always games with you,” Dam-Dark chuckles, his smile seeming to widen. 

“They could get you in trouble one day, you know,” their voice was a playful warning, laced with warmth. A kind of warmth that could only come from–

“Damien? Well, it’s about time I found you.” 

“You found me, did you?” Damien asked. 

“So your game is hide and seek? Wouldn’t I need to hide for that?” he retorted. 

“But, you have been,” Wiford laughed, as if the mayor was telling a joke. He had to be. The reporter could have sworn that the mayor was the one who had started this game…how many years ago? He couldn’t really remember. Time was just a flash of quickly moving events, too many to keep track of. The mayor just stared at him, worried. 

“Now, where is Celine hiding?” Wilford asked like it was a casual question between friends. 

“Will,” Damien’s smile quickly faded into serious concern as he leaned in and responded, “She’s asleep,” in a low voice. A light echo could be heard from the mayor.  

“Well, do you know when she’s waking up?” the reporter’s voice was full of denial. 

“I’d very much love to see her again.” He missed their nights together. The dancing in the back courtyard. Their conversations under the stars. Them going behind Marc’s back–

“I think you would know,” Damien said, sudden condescension filling his tone. His face was then blank, yet full of rage. In a blink, the mayor was unconscious on the wood floor. The once clean, polished floor was covered in a puddle of blood around Damien. Looking at his hands, Wilford found a gun in his hand. But, he didn’t kill him. He couldn’t have. 

“Hello, old friend,” another familiar voice said behind him. Turning around, Wilford saw Marc. He was dressed in his silk robe. A bullet hole could be seen out of his right temple, a never ending waterfall of blood flowing out of it. How was—he had watched the actor fall to the ground. Marc made his way in front of Wilford, grabbing his gun. 

“Have you forgotten?” the actor leaned the barrel of the gun to his bleeding temple. 

“Or are you just too afraid to remember?” he pulled the trigger, the sound of the gun jolting the reporter awake. 

Gonna be posting these late and out of order, so apologies in advance.

[franklyshipping]

There Is Warmth In The Cold (Code Cold Part 2) ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE A FIC DERIVED FROM A BRILLIANT ANON PROMPT, AND THIS FIC IS ALSO TECHNICALLY A LIL SEQUEL TO THIS FIC RIGHT HERE WHICH YOU CAN READ FIRST IF YOU LIKE! LET’S DO THIIIS!

TAGGING: @darkipli-ler @ericlee-derekson and @ericleederekson

I think we all know by now that Darkiplier is not often a playful man. On the Iplier side of things such silliness is usually embodied by Wilford Warfstache, or frankly literally anyone else… but not today. Today levity drove his heart as iciness thrived at his hands, and the shadowed gentleman prowled the halls of the ego manor looking for his prey… his soon to be tickled prey. Everyone knew the game was afoot and had hidden accordingly, all with giddy, nervous smiles, tingling skin and pounding hearts as the anticipation thrived inside them all. Silence roamed the halls along with Dark, for he was still looking for the one who would be his first giggly victim.

Dark entered one of the smaller living rooms, one that was home to browns and beiges. A single leather couch made up the room’s central feature, on top of a black, fuzzy rug, whilst off to the side was an armchair by the fire, whilst books and stray ornaments littered the rest of the room. It was lit by one great bay window, flanked by satin, burgundy curtains that seemed to always house a layer of dust no matter how many times Harold had them laundered. Dark smiled. Such was the nature of things in the manor sometimes. He stood by the window for a moment, sighing at the feeling of the sun… but then, quite the curious noise caught his attention.

It was a sneeze. A kitten-like sneeze to be precise, coming from behind one of the monolithic, dust-kissed curtains. Dark grinned, and in a menacing flash took hold of the curtain and opened it… to reveal a wide-eyed, pink-cheeked Eric Derekson. Eric gazed up at Dark and gulped. Suddenly the finely suited man seemed taller than normal, though Eric figured that was due to the menacing aura of shadow that teased the edges of his frame.

‘Hello.’

Dark’s voice was practically a whisper as he softened into an easy, charming smile.

‘H-Hi.’

Eric gulped as Dark got closer to him, his black eyes flicking over Eric as recollections of Eric’s ticklish spots filled his brain. The places that made him whine, squeal, giggle, and of course scream.

‘If you don’t mind my saying so Eric… I think you look wonderfully ticklish today.’

Eric’s jaw dropped as his face completely reddened, a choked squeak coming from the back of his throat as his nervous system suddenly flooded with tingles. This was so unfair. Eric was so susceptible to verbal teases that he just never knew what to do with himself! Like right now, he couldn’t find his words and therefore could only bow his head with a soft whimper. Dark felt the ice around his heart thaw a little as he chuckled, and snuck his fingers under Eric’s chin so he could tilt his head back up.

‘Ah ah, no hiding. I want to be able to see that pretty blush, and that even prettier smile.’

Eric bit his lip, but it didn’t stop the meek grin creeping onto his face as a nervous giggle escaped him. Dark smirked at the sound, and decided it was time to draw out even more. He leaned in, mouth brushing Eric’s ear as he whispered.

‘Now… it’s time to play.’

Eric squealed when he was suddenly slung over Dark’s shoulder, and the sweet guy burst into flustered babbles, stammering and pleading for Dark to be gentle, promising to behave – all sorts of nonsensical, adorable things that made Dark laugh fondly. He dropped Eric on the couch and crawled on him, using shadows to pin his arms above his head as he cooed.

‘Oh you sweet, sweet thing, I would never be so cruel to the likes of you. Don’t you worry…’

Dark trailed off as he teased a fingertip down the side of Eric’s neck, making him tremble and whine.

‘… you’re going to love every second of this.’

Dark winked, and then Eric gasped when Dark buried his face snugly in the crook of his neck… and started tickling. Dark’s chosen starting method were the softest, fluttering kisses you could imagine, cascading all the way from Eric’s ears down to his collar, then right back up again. Eric’s face scrunched up as he descended into a very cute stream of giggles.

‘D-Dahahark nonononoho plehehease!’

Dark chuckled, maintaining his tickling as he let out a soft sigh.

‘Aww, does this tickle?’

Dark’s rumbling, teasing voice made the sensations feel all the worse for Eric, who had now scrunched up his face as he babbled.

‘Yehehes ihihit ti-t-ohohoho gohohosh hehehelp!’

‘Oh no-one’s coming to help, it’s just you and me.’

Dark growled softly, before he elected to brush his deviously scratchy facial hair against Eric’s skin to make him squeal. Not one single part of Eric’s neck was left un-teased, despite Eric’s shoulders trying passionately to block him off.

‘Thihihis ihihis mehehean!’

Dark smirked and leant up, playfulness gleaming in his eyes.

‘You know, you’re complaining rather a lot for someone who volunteered for this little game of hide and seek.’

Eric gaped, before bashfully looking away from his dreadful ler. It was a fact that any ego who wasn’t in the mood would never be forced into anything tickling-relating… but it just so happened that today Eric was in a certain mood, and may have also been one of the first egos to eagerly try and find his hiding spot. Now, though Dark found Eric’s bashfulness endearing, he very much wanted his attention back. He raised his hands in front of him, and started absently curling and uncurling his fingers… slowly.

‘Goodness it was cold out there today…’

Dark sighed. Eric gulped, his attention immediately captured as Dark’s twitching fingers started to inch towards the edge of his t-shirt.

‘I’m so grateful to you Eric, for offering me your warmth so selflessly.’

Eric whined, smiling nervously as he instinctively started to struggle, but Dark’s shadows held fast. Eric was well and truly helpless as Dark’s fingers inched ever closer… before they made contact. Eric squealed as Dark’s fingers slipped under his t-shirt, dragging against his soft tummy and eagerly scratching at his bare skin. And boy those fingers were cold.

‘NUHUHU-nahahat thehere p-plehehease nahat my tuhuhummy!’

Eric arched at the feeling of Dark’s talented, icy digits as they scratched away. Eric found himself squeaking and yipping at the temperature before he even felt the tickles, it was maddening! Dark meanwhile was enjoying himself, immensely.

‘Mmh, so warm and soft, how perfect.’

Dark exhibited a devilish smirk as he pinched at the soft sides of Eric’s stomach, drawing out some precious snorts from the fruitlessly squirming man. Eric’s head tossed back and forth as his frantic giggling hit every octave known to mankind whilst electricity spread through his midriff, catching every little hidden nerve that Eric had.

‘Plehehehease mehehercymercymercy!’

‘Mercy? Hm… remind me what mercy is?’

‘DAHARK!’

Eric shrieked, before spluttering and wriggling helplessly as Dark scratched at his waistline, snickering fondly.

‘Poor thing, are tummy tickles too much for you? Are they too much for the little tickle baby, hm?’

Eric laughed brightly as he shook his head, feeling like his entire face and both his ears were on fire from how flustered he was!

‘Ihihihi’m nahahat aha BAHABY!’

‘No? Are you sure?’

One of Dark’s hands suddenly darted to tickle under Eric’s chin, startling him so much that he made the most adorable gurgling sound.

‘NAHA!’

Dark laughed warmly at the sound; also, said sound surprised Eric so much that he could only splutter, too embarrassed to form anything near coherent. Luckily for him, Dark was satisfied that Eric had been tickled enough – on this occasion at least. Dark dissipated his shadows and moved off Eric, sitting on the couch and looking down at him affectionately.

‘I think I proved my point there, don’t you think?’

Eric beamed as he curled up, pulling his t-shirt down and rubbing at his stomach as he mumbled.

‘M-Maybe…’

Dark smirked, and stroked his fingers tenderly through Eric’s dark hair, adoring how the young man sighed and melted at the gentle touches. It had taken Dark a long time to get to a place where he was capable of giving gentleness to others, and receiving it from them too. But now he was here, and it was the most beautiful place Dark could ever have imagined.

‘Hey Eric?’

‘Mmh?’

Dark smiled. A warm, sly smile.

‘How would you like to join me in my seeking duties?’

Eric’s doe eyes lit up, and suddenly a new, excited energy filled him to the brim. Eric loved it when others made him laugh, but making others laugh? He loved that just as much.

‘Yes please!’

Dark chuckled before they stood up in unison, and so began their hunt as a union, and oh what a mighty union they did make. They truly were the most perfect symbiosis of sadism and sweetness, taunting and praise, roughness and tenderness. And together, Darkiplier and Eric Derekson spread warmth across the manor so that every ego – tickled and un-tickled alike – could feel it.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DO, WOOO LUV YOUS!!

[markipwiwer]

Yo dawg. I see that you have requests open! May I humbly request a fic about maybe the first time Dark wanted to be the submissive one in the bedroom? Maybe him being nervous? Then finds out that he really likes it? (Preferably with Wilfy, but it's your story!) I love your writing! I hope you have a lovely day!🌻

Yooo don't y'all love it when I Come Back And Do A Thing

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Dark had never in a million years thought of himself as the type to kneel to another. Once upon a time, perhaps some part of him had kneeled. Even took pleasure in it. But it was not a comfort he could afford himself anymore. If he wasn't strong, in charge, totally dominant, he felt off. Like he was... Vulnerable. Just the thought made it sick to his stomach.

Although it certainly did arouse certain other parts of him that he'd rather not think about.

Being with Wilford, romantically speaking, had felt almost exploitative at first. It had been extremely slow going. He could only assume Wilford thought they were an item for much longer than Dark had considered them truly together. Of course he would have laid down his life for the man long before the point where they kissed, and even that little event had been... Well, it brought up a few long-forgotten memories for Dark that he had to come to terms with very quickly. Luckily for him, Wilford had been so drunk he'd forgotten it the next day, and continued to flirt casually for months after as if nothing had happened.

There were parts of Dark that Wilford was, under no uncertain terms, allowed to know about.

Of course, seeing Wilford with his shirt off, sweat glistening in the sunrays of mid-Fall, chopping wood off the edge of the forest, that had made Darks heart flutter something fierce, and he attributed it entirely to Celine. A force of habit, almost.

But the kiss... Well, Damiens signature guilt was bubbling up in his throat, wanting so desperately to be let out, like something needing to scream, and it took so much of Darks willpower to wait until Wilford was passed out a little later to have his break down.

The first sober kiss was frustrated and blood-fueled, and he almost regretted treating Wilford so rough after that particular mission. He wished their first time had been something a little more careful, a little more... Romantic. He wouldn't have used that word to describe his feelings towards Wilford at the time, but fuck, he'd gone soft for the man.

Which perhaps didn't aid him in his need to feel dominant in their relationship. Sure, his imagination had occasionally gotten away from him when Wilfords voice got low, and Dark noticed how much he was dwarfed in the maniacs presence, and how he could feel safe being held in place by him, perhaps by the neck, being taken in the way he knew Wilford did with so many of his interviewees...

But damn it, he was no one to be exploited in such a way. He knew very well how carelessly Wilford threw his flings away after he was done with them - he would not be thrown away. He was Darkiplier, he ran this whole damn enterprise, he wasn't about to be another one of Warfstaches floozies.

Well, at least it hadn't been the plan.

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Read the full fic at AO3!

[yuckie-obsessive]

TAKEN BY THE VOID (Act 2 - ch.3)

Darkiplier x Reader x Antisepticeye

Something a lil small for part 3. Things start actually happening (you start learning how to control stuff). Something a lil soft… for now >:)

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Searching For A Way Out

You exited the bathroom clean and in more comfortable clothes. Anti was seated on the bed and motioned for you to come sit across from him. You obliged.

“Will this hurt?” He took both of your hands, much softer this time. “Shouldn’t.” A soft electric hum filled the air. It felt calming.

“Alright just focus on your breathing and I’ll handle the rest.” You nodded. Closing your eyes, you focused on each breath and working yourself into a steady rhythm.

The floodgates were fully open to him now, and he was determined to keep it all under his control. He let your calmed energy fill his being and then some, letting it dance with his own before merging. He was caught of guard when a small light began to shine between your linked hands without your notice.

His eyes began to water with new overwhelming feelings.

So this is what it feels like…

It felt amazing. Never had he experienced such bliss.

Moments passed and you began to grow tired and the small glow flickered out. He noticed how your hands began to tremble lightly and cut off the flow between you two, then removed himself. Not even something this sweet was worth the consequences of over-draining you. You released one more long breath and gasped at him, “Your skin- it has color!”

His skin, while still holding some discoloration, was starting to look more… human. “Yeah,” he laughed a bit, “this is what it looks like. Not the prettiest thing, but it’s a start.”

“Is there… a way for me to talk with Chase? At some point?” Anti tensed with a defensive nervousness, “Not now… you shouldn’t tax yourself.” Why the hell would you want to talk to him? The thought stressed him out.

You half expected this response, “maybe tomorrow?” He shrugged not meeting your gaze, “Maybe, I guess.” It was concerning how he wouldn’t give you a straight answer.

He suddenly grabbed your shoulders, “Do not mention this to Sean. He hates me and would never trust you alone again if he knew.”

“I wont tell- as long as you keep your promise,” you gazed up at him with all seriousness. He simply nodded in response.

“But- wait, wont he notice your skin?” He shrugged, “I can alter my appearance.” His form glitched and reverted to his prior appearance. “How do you think I keep up this pretty face~” You lightly punched his arm. Seems he felt better with the change in subject. “Okay, magic man, Ima get food. I’m starved.”

You made your way down the hall though Anti didn’t follow. Sean was sitting at the table, looking deep in thought.

“You alright?” You asked cautiously, remembering his earlier foul mood. He straightened, “I… wanted to apologize for my outburst earlier. I’m just worried he’ll hurt you- or worse. You saw what he did earlier!” You looked away. It was inexcusable you’d admit.

“I don’t think you need to worry about me… I know the situation with Chase is… difficult. But, maybe once I get more control over myself, I might be able to help you guys,” you offered.

“(Y/n), focus on yourself and in finding a way back. Chase told me some things of how him and kind operate. If Anti cooperates with me I can get Chase back… But he’s only gotten worse with time, (y/n). I’m expecting him to be anything less than cooperative,” he said rather resigned. “But everyone is suffering in this situation! I can’t leave you all knowing that I could’ve helped.”

“You have a good heart, but you can’t expect to change him.” You once again felt deflated, “Maybe not but I can at least try, right? A-And you tell me ‘I told you so’ if it doesn’t work… can we at least agree on that?” He sighed, “Well, if you’re so set on this, I suppose you can try. But I’m going to stop you once he gets out of hand. Please learn from my mistakes and trying to push limits you aren’t ready for.” You nodded, “Thank you Sean, I’ll definitely keep this in mind.” What a relief it was that he was, at the very least, letting you handle something on your own. You felt more justified helping him out earlier.

The two of you moved towards dinner and talking about plans for going back to his other home in England. Your documents would take a few days to process and you would need to return to retrieve them. You figured you could more accustomed to your power in that time.

After cleaning, you bid Sean a goodnight and made your way to bed. Surprised to find Anti still loitering in the room. “You’re not going to convince him you know.” It was the first time you’ve seen him casually defy gravity.

“Anti, did you hear him? He wants to help bring Chase back. Even if you think he hates you, he still holds out a little hope… Maybe he’d start trusting you if you stop badgering him so much,” you responded. He mumbled something you couldn’t hear.

A moment passed with you silently observing him float.

“How are you doing that?” He smirked, “I’m not effected by this plane. I can manipulate space easier.” He demonstrated by flickering the lights, starting the fan and opening a few doors.

“Woah,” you exclaimed in wonder, “how are you able to do it all at once?”

“I put out little feelers, sorta like extra appendages. Electrical devices are easier to control because I can surge energy into them.” He seemed all too pleased to show off. “Do you think I could do any of this?” He hummed in thought, “I suppose it could be possible…” he maneuvered around you, still a foot off the ground. “Try imagining a bubble around you. Have it expand out from your center.”

You nodded and took a few calming breaths. “Think of it as an extension of yourself.” Imagining this external energy felt hard to control. You had to constantly recenter your thoughts, but once you focused a small light emitted from your chest and the air around you hummed. You felt warm and giggly. You smiled over at Anti, “This feels amazing.” He chuckled, “Get a handle on that and you can use it to effect things around you. Just try not to push it too hard. It can easily exhaust you.”

You nodded again and pulled it back in. “Now, if you don’t protect yourself, the energy that escapes you can attract other little soul suckers like me. Think of it as closing up a dam or locking a door.” In all honesty, he selfishly wanted to make sure nothing else knew about your presence, and he was all too happy to keep you for himself.

You laughed a little at his comment and concentrated and slowly began to feel a switch trigger inside. The air felt lighter. Finally progress was being made.

“Can we do this again tomorrow?” He chuckled at your excitement, relieved that you seemed to momentarily forget about Chase. “Sure, if you’d like, doll. It’s a date,” he winked. You clapped your hands and bounced, making a small happy noise, ignoring the slightly flirtatious remark. “God I need to calm down. I’m never gonna sleep like this,” you giggled, fanning your face.

You started your nighttime routine. “You planning on sleeping in here?” You asked when you noticed Anti made no move to leave. “I don’t feel the need to sleep. Makes you vulnerable.” You climbed into bed. “Do you usually just watch Sean sleep?”

“Sometimes. Gets boring fast. I do enjoy entering his dreams on occasion. Real taxing though,” he noted nonchalantly. He was floating next to you like he was laying down. You hummed, “I guess you can stay- just please don’t make it weird.”

“Whatever you say, doll.” With that, he glitched out of sight. You sighed and pondered the nickname he gave you.

Slowly drifting off, you were keenly aware of his presence still in the room. Like you were developing your own ‘little feelers’. You chuckled at the thought of having your own personal imp from out of the darkness.

[iamvegorott]

May you possibly do random prompts #7 with Danti please? Defensive Dark mode XD

7. “Tell me who made you cry so I can have a little ‘chat’ with them.” 

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“This should take a few days to plan, but once organized, it’ll only be a night’s work,” Dark said to Chase as the two stood in the Speticeye House living room. 

“Jackie’s going to get a kick out of this one.” Chase chuckled as he skimmed over the paperwork he got handed. “He likes joining in on the ‘scaring someone shitless’ jobs.”

“He likely just has to appear angry to do that with his size.” Dark chuckled a little.

“Is the Darkiplier making a joke?” Chase teased. 

“I can have my moments. I am an Iplier, after all.” Dark has become more relaxed through the years of knowing the other Egos. He’s also grown close to them, some much more than others.   

“I don’t think you’ll ever catch up to Wilford’s level.”

“And I hope I never do.” 

“That would be-” Chase’s comment stopped when the door opened, and Anti entered the house. “You’re home early.” He watched as Anti closed the door and kept his back to them. “Anti? You good?” 

“I’m fine.” Anti’s voice was soft and small. It wasn’t him. Something was wrong. 

“Anti?” Dark stepped over, placing a hand on Anti’s shoulder. 

“I’m fine,” Anti repeated as he looked at Dark, and at the moment, any humor Dark had before was gone. 

Anti had tears in his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. 

He was crying. 

Anti. Was. Crying. 

“Holy shit, are you okay? What happened?” Chase asked, noticing the same thing Dark did. “Are you hurt? I don’t see any blood.” He continued as he looked over Anti.

“I said I’m fine. It’s just some stupid shit, and I’m being dramatic. My ass is tired, and I just need some sleep.” Anti tried to shrink away from the two but couldn’t get far since he got trapped between them and the door. 

“Anti.” Dark caught Anti’s face with a hand, using his thumb to wipe away one of the tears. “Tell me who made you cry so I can have a little ‘chat’ with them.”

“It’s nothing-”

“Anti.” Dark’s tone deepened. There was a pause before Anti sighed in defeat and leaned in, whispering into Dark’s ear. 

“I’ll be back,” Dark stated, and before there could be any protest, he left in a cloud of smoke. 

“How about we get some water?” Chase went into ‘mom mode’ as the others would put it, and he walked Anti to the kitchen. He knew Dark wouldn’t be gone long and likely be a mess when he returned. 

And yet Dark would still deny being protective.

But everyone knew Anti was his favorite. 

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Random Prompts: Link

[askaltr114209]

"Hey you never know, so of these randoms that bother you could surprise y--.."

She cuts herself off as her eyes squint slightly when she comprehends fully what he had said.

"....I feel like part of that comment is aimed at me. But don't worry, if it was, I'm fully aware we're not friends. You'd stab me with no hesitation and I would not blame you. Obviously I'd prefer to not be stabbed though so uh, please don't?"

A nervous laugh followed, her actual terror she felt for him being not very well hidden underneath her rambling.

There's a cant to his head, not listening but rather watching. People spoke louder in their body vibrations than their words. Vibrations in the tremor of their voice, in the pace of their heart, in the shiver of their bones, the shifting of hands that are ready to flail, the shuffle of feet ready to run, the flick of eyes searching for an exit. Words meant nothing to him. Never had. Those who wanted to be 'closer' to him would never get the chance, their bodies spoke well before they got in range. But those that HE wanted to get closer to..... They operated on a different frequency. Darkiplier, for example, barely moved. A high pitched chime was all he ever really got from him, and whenever he DID move, it was in the blink of an eye, no vibrations, just suddenly in a different spot. It made him unreadable. He hated it! But he also thrilled on the challenge of poking the bear. Then there was the little red hero! Vibrations and fast movements, quick strikes and precision clouded by anger and grit.... But the entire time... a steady heart beat. Swift and calculated, focused...... Unless Chase was involved.... Then that vibration frequency would change! Rapid heart, clouded judgement, sloppy work, terrible aim. It was fun to unravel everything the hero worked hard to maintain. As for this one in front of him? Frost was unique in her own way too. Loud, shaky, talked far too much and terrible at hiding the truth. Who in their right mind would really think that was a belt after all? Cats were precise, calculative, stealthy and well balanced and as such he had noticed she kept these traits. Frost was soft footed, barely made a sound and while he'd never admit it, she had snuck up on him once or twice without his notice. Her heartbeat was always just that little bit quicker than others, but he'd always placed this as needing more energy for the cat thing. She had a tendency to fidget, wringing hands, flicking ears that would shift the beanie used to cover them, pulling the beanie back down in paranoia, shifting weight from one foot to the other, the tip of the tail twitching or a frequent glance at surroundings. The first he'd ever met he knew she was an anxious sort, constantly fretting over how she was perceived by others and what new threat may be lurking around the corner. Then there's the necklace. Touch touch touch touch. Could never keep her hands off it, but then it was understandable to be obssessive with something so precious. Just look at him and Chase after all! That also included the bracelet she wore. A weapon concealed. He'd picked that up when her hand drifted near it whenever he got too close. Hands searching for a weapon. The biggest vibration he'd picked up however was different than anything body related. It was the air around her. Cold. Always cold.

Temperature was different... At least, for something and someone incorporeal unable to physically feel such things. Being behind a screen or in a terrible glitched and broken space in between worlds. He'd still felt that icy area around her. But now? Now that he had his very own body to manifest into... To be physical and in the same area as that cold it was..... different. And when he'd mentioned she seemed different, it wasn't for her recent lessons from a certain psychopathic murderer. It wasn't for the new way she held herself with confidence around a threat. It wasn't for the new vibration of her hand shifting to her side rather than her bracelet. It wasn't for the new set of blue glasses she had or for the scent of some cleaning products used to remove blood stains.

It was the cold... Not a difference on her part, but on his. Being physical had shown him a lot of new vibrations and new ways to observe this odd world, but it had also shown him new physical senses too.

Cold.......... He didn't like it. The floor at Iris had been cold upon bare feet. He hadn't liked that either. This wasn't to say he feared it, or that it would wound him. An adjustment. That's all it was. Still... He didn't have to enjoy it. Rather, it made him curious.

He took a step closer. Not a word spoken, just a deep penetrating stare and a ...singular...step...closer...

[luckyratty]

"Well, he did say he wanted me to be the villain. Maybe he should be more careful with his wishes."

Damien knows that once he does this he will never go back to being himself. I think Dark remembers being Damien, just as he remembers being Celine, and just like he remembers whose body hes currently in. But he is no longer any of those- hes not Damien, hes not Celine, and hes certainly not his body.

Darkiplier was probably a name originally given by Mark, but Dark has took it an made it his own just as he has every other part of his existence.

Something that i think really emphasized my point in AHWM and ISWM and colors.

What colors are Celine and Damien?

Celine is always associated with the color red and Damien with blue respectively. Taking this into consideration it allows us to see whose emotions are more in control of Darkiplier.

Think of it as: while one thinks their in control and is the face of Darkiplier- the others emotions are the one running how darkiplier behaves.

In AHWM when we see Dark he's in his Damien form and hes glowing red.

He still has a small blue hue but most of his color and glitches are red. Obviously it is Damien in control but Celines anger is front and center, if you recall, Dark is easily agitated and extremely aggressive in AHWM.

Now this is when i get into to theory territory so from here take what i say lightly, i also dont know whats been confirmed cannon or not i just theorize and ignore mark .

In ISWM I believe wholeheartedly that Ms Whitacare is Darkiplier. Now i KNOW that sounds crazy i KNOW. But listen. What do we know about Darkiplier and the "timeline"!

Darkiplier can change his shape

that there is a point in time in which Damien is not awake or even aware of the fact that he is trapped by Celine in the Darkiplier entity

Damien being trapped is happening simultaneously to Wilford motherlovin warfstache

What do we know for certain about ISWM?

It takes place simultaneously as Wilford motherlovin warfstache

That is why darkiplier as DAMIEN is not in ISWM, however, Celine as Darkiplier IS.

Take a look at ms Whitacure, what do you notice about her?

She is basking in a blue light, and whose color is blues? DAMIENS!!!'

And her outfit? Whose does it look likes?

CELINES.

Now if theres one thing for certain about Celine is that she is easy to anger, throughout the series she is constantly snapping and people. So why would she be so kind in ISWM? Because Damien, the kind and soft hearted Damiens, emotions have taken the wheel. She may be in control but her actions are lead by Damien.

She is constantly trying to get us on the right path, when we fuck up our ending whose there to comfort us? Ms Whitacare. Celine is in complete control of Darkiplier and so she CHOOSES to look like herself, she chooses to interfere, she chooses to help us because its what her brother would do.

"Like an old friend use to say.. life is for the living."

Why doesn't Mark react to her? Because he has no idea about the Darkiplier entity yet, he doesnt know he COULD have a villain, why do you think he snaps at us at the end of ISWM? Because at this point in time we're the only thing he can think of for a villain. But once he sees Ms Whitacare, once he knows. Then he tries to get Damien, because he cant- WONT- fight Celine, but he'll relish in fighting her brother.

That is why i call darkiplier and "entity" and not a person, because Darkiplier is not Damien or Celine, he is a mix of the two and can separate himself from what they once were. He is an entity with his own volition, he is Darkiplier.

All the gaps in the Markiplier Cinematic Universe™ do make me wonder

Does Darkiplier still view himself as Damien? Or did he want to move on and leave that identity in the past?

Did he name himself Darkiplier, or was it Actor so he could have a named villain? Or is it the case that "Darkiplier" as a concept is an opposition to actual Mark himself (being selfish, conceited, etc.) and that in reality, it's Actor? What does that make what Damien ended up being?

What do you think?

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Opinion Bingo: Schneep, Chase, Anti, Virgil, Janus, Google, and free choice tell me about anyone of your choice from any source!

(also if there is anyone here you don't want to answer for feel free to skip! /gen)

Henrik and Chases are here!

Anti (The two different shades of green are there because light is mainly all encompassing but the neon green is for cannon and Pax "Bastard(Affectionate)" and also because I actually had to carry Pax around in a bag at one point in or pms)

Virgil (My Little Nimbus Cloud of a son gently holds him)

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#4

How do you think the actual canonical Darkiplier would react to the fuckin' Pikachu Man lmao

I feel like he'd just turn his phone off and turn in for the night (never mind it's like 9 in the morning and he just got that same text from yan and wilford at the same time, bim a few minutes later) He's to old to deal with this

3 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

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✨ 🌚 🤡 💩 😶 ✨

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JSE Community Greet

Preferred name: Liru

Preferred pronouns: She/They

When did you start watching JSE? About late 2013!

Why did you start watching JSE? My brother introduced me to him! Sorta

What's your favourite things about the channel? It's fun, I enjoy the videos and the community

Do you have a fave ego? Not really, I love em all, Cannon and Non Cannon

What type of community member are you? Mix of lurker and a Writer! However I do sometimes draw/paint things for the egos and such. I make some memes and share them with my friends and I do enjoy theorizing

What else do you enjoy? I like rewatching series and videos a lot, and sharing my favorite ones with my friends. Also enjoy watching videos with people in general

Are you open to nice messages and new friends? Absolutely! I would love to make some more friends within the community I am just, not good with words.

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6 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

How about... the JSE community for the fandom ask thingy?

Blorbo: All of them tbh, they already live here anywaydbhjsbhjs

Scrunkly: My purple son, Robbie

Scrimblo Bimblo: Angus has so much potential ya'll

Glup Shitto: Jacques and Shawn, I love them so much ya'll, I want more content with them

Poor Little Meow Meow: I feel like Character!Jack is a weird one for most people but this man befriended literally the weirdest assortment of people and we love him for that.

Henrik as well cause I mean, Look at him I love this mad scientist doctor man who'd probably hit an unruly patient with a bat

And lets not forget Soft!Anti that for some reason people get really weird about.

Horse Plinko: I feel like I do that Anti alot, angel i'm so sorry

Eeby Deeby: If Canon!Anti hurt children, Canon!Anti

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[melancholypancakes]

I did an animatic from Komi can’t communicate, Ruthanne finally talks :3

Since she is the Y/n from a date with Markiplier it’s a head canon she can’t talk due her communication disorder like Komi.

[sardonic-the-writer]

If requests are open I have some questions about what you think of the egos' sleeping habits. Which of the egos steals the blankets at night? Which of them toss and turn and which of them sleep like a fucking log? Which of them will grab you in a vice grip and never let go??? I need to Know™

Fuck I love this

━MARKIPLIER ☆

You always wake up to find him with an arm around your waist, cradling you softly. He also drools a little, which is a funny sight to wake up to.

Also refuses to kiss you in the morning untill he's brushed his teeth. We all know that breath is nasty

━DARKIPLIER ☆

Nine times out of ten you fall asleep before him, leaving Dark alone to watch you sleep with a soft smile.

When you wake however? His side of the bed is made, light streaming through the windows, and pillows all fluffed. You don't know how he does it to be honest. With his sleeping schedule he shouldn't be waking up till three in the afternoon

━ANTISEPTICEYE ☆

This bitch. He steals all the fucking covers. As in, wraps them all around himself like a burrito and refuses to let them leave his clutches no matter how hard you pull.

ALSO, HE SNORES AN UNGODLY AMOUNT. As someone who lives in a household full of people that snore, this is pain.

One out of ten would not sleep with. But dont worry, he normally falls asleep on the couch or some random countertop. Don't ask why

━WILFORD ☆

Clingy koala ass. Wraps his legs around your torso and cradles you like a baby. You'll always awake to see him either one, giggling down at you and teasing you for sleeping in so late, or softly sighing and nuzzling his face into your neck (tickling you with his mustache in the prosess)

Always smells like fresh flowers in the morning. A bit strange since other than that he smells like candy and sweets, but you welcome it!

━YANCY ☆

You have different cells. You can't sleep together :((

━ENGINEER ☆

He has trouble sleeping a lot. Is a huge simp for his captain however, so he'll try to lay down at night just for you. But expect a lot of tossing a turning. Man's is teetering right on the line of insomnia.

━ACTOR ☆

I'm gonna be honest he probably bought a huge ass bed so that way he can, and I quote, "sleep as far away from you as possible."

Yet every morning you always wake up with Actor practically laying right on top of you sound asleep.

You always make sure to move him away from you before he wakes up, just to keep him happy and unassuming :)

━ILLINOIS ☆

Since you guys are traveling almost always together, tents are your regular sleeping arrangements. And falling asleep while holding each other for comfort is the normal as well, no matter how big or small the tent might be <3

[whitesuitdarkiplier]

Dark Prompt: Darkiplier with an artist reader who is often covered in paint when they get home from work.

Ahhh, thank you! I kinda took this in a slightly spicy direction. I couldn’t help it. 🖤😈 I hope you enjoy it!

Being an artist comes with certain hazards on the job. Namely, you’re covered in paint by the end of the day. You hardly noticed anymore when it splattered on you, and coming home with splotches of color on your skin and clothes was completely routine.

But Dark always paid careful attention. You would walk in the door and barely have time to set down anything you were carrying before you heard the ringing in your ears and the cool touch of his hands on your shoulders. You would feel his lips hovering over your ear, the ghost of his breath on your skin making you shiver.

“Welcome home, darling. Come, we’ll get you cleaned up.”

He would lead you into the bathroom where he’d have a hot bath prepared, the smell of the rose-scented oils and soaps lingering in the air. You learned the first time he did this that he took great relish in removing your clothes himself, slowly sliding them off your body until you were revealed in all your painted glory. He would look you over before helping you into the tub, analyzing every facet of you as if it were the very first time he’d seen you like this. His gaze made you weak, and he knew it.

Your favorite part was when you were finally in the bath. Now you got to watch him. And he never failed to put on a show.

His suit jacket would slip from his shoulders, being folded carefully and placed aside. He took great pains to remove his tie, his fingers skimming over the silk fabric.

This time, however, he did something different. He started to unbutton his shirt, his dark eyes trained on you and a smirk on his lips, until his chest and torso were fully exposed, allowing you to see his muscled body.

“What are you doing?” You asked breathlessly.

He picked up his red tie, running it between his fingers as he stepped closer to you and sat on the edge of the tub.

“Cleaning you up, of course,” he purred as he wrapped the silky material around your eyes and tied it at the back of your head.

Your heartbeat picked up, your body tingled with anticipation and the slightest bit of fear. There was always fear when it came to him. But you loved it. The thrill of it all.

Before you could say another word, you heard the sound of fabric and the buckle of his belt hitting the floor, then in an impossibly short moment later you felt him, all of him, lording over you in the tub. His bare thighs pressed into yours, his hands trailed over your body. You gasped, trembling slightly. You heard him pour something into his hands before he gently, oh so gently, massaged you with his skilled fingers. He spent extra time and care with each sensitive spot he knew would make you shiver and gasp. The water sloshed around as he further straddled you, his lips touched your neck, lingering there for a moment. You heard the smile in his voice as he spoke.

“Now, darling,” he tutted, his mouth tracing down your shoulder, “How did you manage to get paint here?”

You sighed, giving him a soft chuckle, “A happy, little accident?”

You felt him at your ear again, his voice rumbling so deep it caused you to vibrate with excitement.

“Well, I’ll simply have to be more thorough, won’t I?”

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Memento Te Convellere ~ A Markiplier and Crankgameplays Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE ANOTHER DELIGHTFUL ANON PROMPT SURROUNDING OUR FAVOURITE EXISTENTIAL PAIR! LET’S DO THIIIS!

TAGGING: @darkipli-ler @erik-lee-derekson @ericleederekson and @ericlee-derekson 

Unus and Annus sighed, both content. The two existential men were relaxing in one of the more secluded, smaller living areas of the ego manor.  They were each sat in an armchair, shirt sleeves rolled up, top buttons undone, and hands clasped in their laps as they both contemplated the nature of existence and its futility. Very normal thoughts for them. They were relishing in the rare silence that surrounded them, and had been surrounding them for about the last hour. However, that silence was not to last. Unus and Annus’ eyes flew open when they suddenly heard high-pitched squealing coming from a few rooms away. They shared a confused look, before both getting up and heading out to investigate.

The followed the noises to one of the larger living rooms, and when they entered they were surprised and confused by what they saw. Dark had Eric pinned to the ground on his back, with his arms pinned beneath the suited man’s knees. Dark was scratching and pinching at Eric’s stomach, and the sweet man was letting out peal after peal of frantic giggles. Before Unus or Annus could say anything, Eric noticed them and called out.

‘Heheheheeelp! Hehehelp mehehe!’

The pair’s eyes widened at Eric’s plea, and the two of them became even more confused when Dark chuckled down at Eric. Unus and Annus had literally no idea what was going on, and so immediately came over together, Annus speaking.

‘Eric are you okay? Is Dark hurting you?’

Dark chuckled again, amused as he withdrew his hands from Eric and glanced up at the concerned pair. Eric panted, blushing a dark pink as he bashfully stammered.

‘Noho, noho he uhm… h-hehe…’

Eric trailed off, giggling residually as he got more and more embarrassed from all the sudden scrutiny. Dark looked down at Eric again and purred teasingly.

‘Poor thing, can’t even say it hmm?’

Eric let out a little whine, averting his eyes from Dark as he smiled cutely. Unus and Annus shared an even more confused look. Dark looked up at the pair, raising his hand in mock surrender as he drawled.

‘I’m simply tickling him. He is in no discomfort, I assure you.’

Unus and Annus blinked, the explanation being of no help whatsoever. It was then that Dark realised that Unus and Annus had absolutely no idea what was going on, which was certainly an unexpected turn of events. Dark cocked his head up at them as he continued.

‘Ahh, you are unfamiliar with the term. I’m surprised.’

Unus and Annus furrowed their brows, and spoke one after another.

‘What is it?’

‘And why do you think we should know of it?’

It was the second question from Annus that Dark was particularly interested in, and so he gave Annus his attention as he replied with a smirk.

‘Well, since you’ve tickled Unus numerous times on your channel of course.’

Annus did a double-take, whilst Unus got a very sudden chill down his back that he couldn’t quite explain.

‘I have?’

Annus asked, and Dark’s smirk turned gleeful… before he proceeded to explain in exact and perfect detail just what tickling was, as well as highlight to Annus all the times that he’d been tickling Unus on their channel. Both of them came to understand things pretty well, and whilst Unus was beet red with embarrassment, Annus was smiling a soft, amused smile as he turned to his partner.

‘Well that certainly explains a lot.’

Unus bowed his head, flushing even more. He’d had no idea about what tickling was until today! He’d just always thought that his high-energy personality made him overly giddy in certain situations, thus leading to the giggle and laughing fits he often had when Annus made contact with him. Turns out, he was just ticklish as all hell. Dark looked between them, before he got the most excellent idea.

‘If you’d like, I could teach you how to tickle with purpose?’

Annus grinned, his expression lighting up with curiosity and eagerness at Dark’s offer. This was certainly something he wanted to explore, especially since it involved his dear partner.

‘Oh certainly.’

Before Unus knew it, Annus was gripping his upper arm and bringing him over to Dark and Eric. Despite his stutters and protests, he soon found himself pinned by Annus, just like Dark had Eric pinned down. He was right next to the man in fact, who gave him a soft, reassuring smile. Unus smiled back, glad that Eric was here beside him. Dark noticed this, and prodded Eric’s side, making him squeak and look up at him nervously.

‘Don’t think this means you’re off the hook. I’ll need your help demonstrating all my techniques.’

Eric blushed bright red, a nervous giggle leaving him as Dark cracked a few of his knuckles. Then Dark reached down and traced down the sides of Eric’s neck, making him squeak and squeeze his eyes shut as he giggled. Dark smiled to Annus.

‘The initial trick is to start nice and gentle. If you’re intense from the start, your lee will lose their energy far too quickly. It’s much more fun when you get to drag it out for longer, trust me.’

Annus listened, watching how Dark tickled Eric’s neck. Then his eyes fixed on Unus. Unus gulped, whining quietly as Annus’ fingers came closer, and closer. Then they were carefully tracing and scratching the sides of Unus’ neck, and he was a mess of giggles almost immediately.

‘Nononohoho A-Ahahannus plehehehease plehehease! I-Ihihit’s sohoho intehehense!’

Annus raised an eyebrow, taking a few moments to observe how Unus was reacting… and he got one resounding result. He was nothing but happy.

‘Oh? If it’s so intense… then why are you giggling as if you’re enjoying it? You look like you might like this.’

Annus replied with a smile, deciding to see if a tease like that would affect Unus in any way. He was immediately rewarded by Unus’ face going bright red as he shook his head, giggling even louder as he stammered.

‘Shuhuhut uhuhup th-thahahat’s nahat truhuhue!’

Dark chuckled, and smirked to Annus with a wink.

‘That means it’s definitely true.’

Annus laughed softly, and for a few minutes he and Dark relished in eliciting soft giggle fits and squeaks from their adorable, and only slightly struggling, victims. Then Dark let up on Eric, so Annus copied him, leaving Eric and Unus softly panting as Dark spoke once more.

‘Now they’re both warmed up, it’s time to coax out some real laughter. Observe.’

Annus watched as Dark pushed up Eric’s shirt, and started scratching hard and fast against the man’s sides. Eric’s eyes widened suddenly as he let out an initial squeal, before he descended into streams of high pitched laughter.

‘NAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHEHERE DAHARKY! PLEHEHEASE!’

‘Now now Eric, don’t you remember asking me for side tickles a mere half hour ago?’

Eric’s crimson blush crept down his neck as he averted his eyes, flustered as all hell. His lack of response made Dark chuckle and keep on tickling, sighing with delight at Eric’s sweet mirth; hearing the man’s ticklish laughter always made his day better. Annus looked back down at Unus and smiled, rolling up his sleeves as he spoke in a low, soft voice.

‘How about you and I give this spot a try?’

Unus started shaking his head, feeling like his heart was pounding a thousand miles an hour as his smile unwittingly grew. All the things he was feeling were so odd! Every muscle in his body was screaming for him to escape, but little parts of his brain were yelling with joy and delight at being trapped and treated to this new tickling. It was such an odd internal conflict, but at heart, Unus knew he loving every second.

‘A-Annus w-wahait c’mon w-wahait a second!’

Unus’ voice got more and more high pitched as Annus gently untucked his black shirt, before pushing it up to reveal Unus’ pale, trembling midriff. With Dark’s methods and Eric’s laughter spurring him on, he started gently scratching up and down Unus’ sides; the man’s reaction was immediate. His back suddenly arched as he let out a loud scream-laugh, before high-pitched mad giggles flew out of him, all intermingled with pleading babbles.

‘EEEEE! NononohohOHOHO! Dohohon’t dohoho thIHIHIS OHMYGOHOD!’

Annus was utterly fascinated. He’d seen Unus laugh like this more times than he could count, but now he finally knew why he reacted this way, it was all the more wonderful to witness. He cocked his head down at him, his eyes gleaming affectionately as he purred.

‘Ohh Unus, just when I thought you couldn’t get any more adorable.’

‘NOHOHOOOO!’

Unus threw his head back with mirth as he squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks really starting to ache from smiling so widely. He’d never felt so embarrassed in his whole life, and yet, he didn’t hate it one bit. Also, hearing Eric laughing beside him did make him feel better, knowing that he wasn’t alone in his tickly fate. Eric had a few tears trickling down his cheeks, which made Dark sneer.

‘Aww, this must tickle so badly Eric, especially with this being round two for you. You know I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who loves being tickled as much as you do.’

‘SHUHUHUUUUSH! DOHOHON’T TEHEHEEEASE!’

Eric wailed through his mirth, giving Dark a desperately pleading look with his wide, watery eyes. Dark regarded him for a moment, but did decide to let up, since he didn’t want to be too evil (he did adore Eric with all his heart after all). Annus, seeing Dark doling out mercy, decided to let up on Unus too. The giggly man panted, blinking rapidly as he turned to look at Eric. He saw the tears trailing down his cheeks and instinctively got a little worried.

‘E-Eric… a-are you okay?’

To Unus’ surprise, when Eric turned to look at him he beamed and nodded, letting out a bashful giggle as he replied.

‘Yeheah, Ihi’m good. Yohou okay?’

Unus smiled back, and though it was embarrassing… he nodded.

‘Yeah… yeheah I am.’

Annus watched and listened to Unus with amazement, and felt a warmth swell in his chest. He’d seen Unus happy before, countless times… but the kind of happiness he was seeing now was something new, from somewhere deep down he’d never seen before. He was so happy, knowing that he was able to bring this kind of joy out of his soul partner. Dark smiled, seeing how happy Annus was. At the end of the day, that is the entire point of this. Everyone gets to be happy.

‘Shall we have a little dual finale, Annus?’

Dark asked, his eyes twinkling with a mischief that made the corners of Annus’ mouth curl. Their dark eyes met each other’s, both with the same understanding and desire. Annus slowly nodded, replying in a deep tone.

‘I’m content to follow your lead, Dark.’

Dark’s smile grew into a feral smirk, before his gaze locked back onto Eric, who gulped. Unlike Unus, he knew what was coming. As Dark leant down towards Eric’s tummy, he looked to Unus and babbled.

‘T-Tahake some deep breaths!’

Unus’ eyes widened, and then he gasped. Dark let out a long, rippling raspberry against Eric’s defenceless stomach, and the man was instantly hysterical. Now Unus knew what was coming. He watched Annus giddily as he took some deep breaths, and his soul partner’s sneering mouth inched down closer and closer… and then made contact. He copied Dark’s technique to perfection, and needless to say it certainly had the desired effect.

‘AAHHHHHH OHMYGODOHMYGOD FUHUHUHUHAHAHA!’

Unus screamed and laughed harder than he ever had in his life, the sensation just felt insane! It wasn’t just like the ticklishness was over his skin, it was like the sensations were passing inside and through his entire upper body! It wasn’t long before tears of mirth trailed down his cheeks, his flustered, beaming face matching Eric’s as they both were subjected to raspberry after raspberry.

‘DAHAHAHARKYYYYY!’

‘AHAHAHAHANNUS PLEHEHEHEEEEASE!’

Both ticklers chuckled, enjoying themselves immensely. As Annus raspberried over Unus’ navel, Dark gave him an admiring look.

‘You’re an absolute natural Annus.’

Annus laughed, a little taken off guard by the compliment. His eyes flicked over Dark as he smiled, tilting his head at him playfully.

‘Careful Dark, you might make me blush.’

Dark chuckled, averting his eyes for a moment, which made Annus clear his throat and bow his head. This meant that for a few moments, Eric and Unus were able to catch their breath… and notice the subtle interaction. Even in their tickled-out state they managed to share a look, and burst into giggles. The sound made Dark and Annus refocus, looking down at the two of them curiously. Dark raised an eyebrow at Eric, smiling.

‘We’re not even touching you. Are the ghost tickles that bad?’

Eric snorted softly, shaking his head as Unus bit his lip, trying to keep his giggles in. They shared another look, before Unus playfully smiled up at Annus and mumbled.

‘W-Wehe just wondered… ahare yohou two gonna gehet a room at sohome point?’

The two burst into giggles again as Dark and Annus’ eyes widened. Both of them were actually struck speechless. It wasn’t just the complete and utter audacity of the statement that got them… but it was the fact that their ah, feelings, had been so easily noticed that made a gentle flush rise on both men’s cheeks. They hadn’t said a word to each other… but there had been looks, and smiles, and gestures. Apparently they hadn’t been as subtle as they’d both thought. Now though they shared a look, and Dark’s expression shifted into a playful one as he spoke.

‘I don’t know about you Annus… but I don’t usually tolerate being spoken to like that.’

Annus cottoned on, and smiled.

‘Nor do I. Perhaps… Eric and Unus should be taught a few manners, since apparently this tickling hasn’t quite done the job yet.’

Eric and Unus’ eyes widened, realising juuust how badly they had screwed themselves over. Though when they looked at each other, they could see the exact same thing in the other’s person’s face: excitement. They each took a deep breath as they watched Dark and Annus look down at them, and Dark’s final words sent the most wonderful chill down their spines.

‘Oh I wouldn’t worry Annus. I have plenty of techniques I can teach you to fix that.’

And let me tell you, any tickle technique you can think of, Dark made sure to display it to Annus in great, prolonged detail. Laughter of all kinds echoed out of that room for a good long while, but let me assure you, Eric and Unus did not regret their cheekiness. They did not regret a single word that they had said. Unus was feeling a new kind of happiness he’d never felt before, and Annus was delighted as he got to coax it out of him. Eric was happy that he got to be beside Unus as he discovered this new happiness, and Dark was delighted that he got to show it all to Annus… someone he had to admit, he liked in a different way to the others in the manor. All in all… everyone was truly, truly happy.

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