#WKM The Mayor

[fictionalsownme]

i'll be over him when I'm dead okay

I have covid!! or at least my brother has it who I live with and I am very very sick! I'll be fine but I'm staying home from class to avoid spreading it so I finally got some time to finish up some drawings I've been sitting on 🥰 you guys should know I watch every single notification that comes in and smile and gush about them like a creeper so thank you as always, it really does mean a lot!! If I end up testing positive I imagine I'll be out of school for even longer so at least it'd be nice to have some time to draw & write 💞 I really really love how these ones came out, they were supposed to just be sketches and then I just kept going lmao. I've been experimenting with rendering more and more so hopefully you guys like it too! It feels like everyone's getting sick rn so stay healthy everyone! 💞💞 Happy Thursday!!

[mbgcreates]

Egotober Day 2: Bird

While technically not the first time I've drawn a human with wings (thank u MLP), this is the first time I've drawn them partially open like this. I quite like this concept with Damien 😁

[midnight-nightrose]

Wkm playing card ideas

[elenavr13]

Old friend!

[kevinzhechair]

Fuck it Markiplier ego/aus sketch dump

my swap au under

[thehalfdemonwitchfromamestris]

So, I’m rewatching WKM, and I’m at the part where we find Abe’s evidence room with the cork board and newspaper clippings and such, and I paused on the cork board to read the sticky notes, and on the top of the “Safari Hunt Gone Wrong” newspaper, it shows a rather interesting headline:

(Text reads: “City Mayor Is Secretly A Demon In Disguise”)

In conclusion,

DAMN YOU @markiplier AND YOUR FOR-SHADOWING DETAILS!!!!!!!!!

[msmaggie99]

Happy (belated) April Fools.

This was a project that was saved in Procreate from 2 years ago that I forgot and never posted, so don’t mind the old style

[iwouldfuckdarkiplier]

Damien being so touch starved and needy that he does whatever he can to get you to fuck him.

Whether that be teasing you, making underhanded little comments, or brushing his hand against a sensitive spot so you'll get fed up and fuck him; only to completely fall apart whenever he receives even the slightest bit of touch.

You slipping your hand up his shirt, and him whimpering so needily as you do..

Quite the lovely imagine, I think.

Damien probably sounds really pretty whimpering.

[r0ttente3th]

Damien seems a bit more worried than the Colonel!

[clemclamdoodles]

Hey Mr Mayor!

[rj0186]

Time for my favorite boy!

This one took me forever and I'm not quite sure I like the finished product, maybe I'll make another one for him in the future.

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Damien

[fictionalsownme]

the true ride or die let’s be real 🖤🤍

been working on that wilford fic I wanna post soon when I have a bit of time to work on creative stuff— at least you can enjoy this boy in the meantime! I’m also going to be closing emergency commissions, a huge huge thank you to everyone who was able to help out 💞 going through a lot of stuff right now but being able to post on here when I have time and connect with everyone helps a lot! I hope everyone is doing well 🥰

[mbgcreates]

Egotober Day 14: Blue

I was originally going to skip today, but since I did Celine as Red, I realized I had the perfect opportunity for Blue :3

[coolmayordamien]

Sweet Damien/(Y/N) the District Attorney fluff drabble because I cannot be stopped.

"My dearest friend," Damien greets you warmly, his eyes sparkling with unfeigned delight as he grasps your hands in his own. His ever-present cane leans against the bench that he has just vacated.

You cannot help but to grin in the face of his abject happiness. It never ceases to amaze you that a man such as this--wealthy, influential, handsome--can take so much pleasure from your company alone.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet me here," he says softly, politetly guiding you to the bench. The park that he has asked you to is not one that you have visited before, and it is lovely. There are many walking trails to choose from, a few of which seem to lead off into more private, wooded areas. You would like to walk with him, but his leg still gives him some trouble. You do not want to upset him by asking.

"Thank you for inviting me," you answer back. You are pleased to note a faint blush is dusting his features. It makes him look quite sweet.

Judging by the way he favors his right leg as he joins you on the bench, you were correct not to ask him to walk the trails with you today. That is just as well; it is thrilling enough to be sat next to him, watching people as they pass you by.

It seems to you that Damien has placed himself closer to you than is strictly necessary; although there is plenty of space to his other side, the pair of you are close enough that you can feel his body heat radiating through his suit jacket. If you were to shift slightly, your legs would be touching.

Some time passes in pleasant silence as you watch the world pass by. You and Damien do not always need words to understand each other. This is one of your favorite things about your old friend. You are simply comfortable together in a way that you do not experience with anyone else.

Eventually, though, he breaks the silence.

"My dearest friend," Damien says thoughtfully. "It is true, you know. You are the dearest person to my heart. Were our friendship ever to reach a parting, (Y/N), I simply do not know what I would do."

"Then I suppose that it's a good thing that we will always be friends," you say softly, placing a hand on his knee. You are startled when his own hand covers yours. It is warm, as warm as your cheeks are growing, and it feels so right to have your hand in his.

"I am so happy to hear you say that," Damien says earnestly, holding your gaze for such a long time that you can feel your blush growing.

"But," he continues, and your heart plummets, "I am afraid...I am afraid that I have been...I have not been forthright with you as of late, my friend."

"Damien?" you ask, your mouth suddenly dry. "What do you mean?"

He is quite pale as he says, "I find my thoughts turning to you...quite often. I think of your smile, your friendship, your laugh. I think of the way you rob me blind in poker, smirking all the while, and I--my thoughts, (Y/N), have not been...quite gentlemanly. I believe that my feelings for you have evolved quite without my permission."

You cannot say a thing, and he turns away from you. His hand tightens over your own as if he cannot control it.

"I have grown quite fond of you," he whispers haltingly. "I...mayhaps I...mayhaps I even care for you in a- a romantic sense."

"Damien," you say gently. He faces you once again, his expression one that seems to be prepared for rejection. You cannot help but to turn your hand in his, lacing your fingers together.

"I am quite fond of you as well," you grin, and his face lights up. You place the palm of your free hand against his cheek, which is lightly dusted with stubble. His eyes close as if the touch has caused him great pain, or great pleasure.

"I am so glad," Damien breathes as he leans in to graze your lips with his own. "So very glad, my dear."

[valpus-writing]

I have made a podcast true-crime-like project for my Flim and Audio class about Who Killed Markiplier. Would people be interested in seeing it if I posted it?

[manebioniclegali]

Coming Up Roses

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Damien surprises you after your performance.

Word count: 1053, fluff

(a/n: this has actually been sitting for a while bc i didn’t like the beginning paragraph when I first wrote it, so it had to go thru some revisions that took way too long to get to lol (plus, figuring out a title took a while. Still not sure about it but oh well). Happy Valentine's Day! Enjoy!)

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Performance jitters linger while you bound out from backstage, searching amongst the crowd milling in the aisles of the theatre for familiar faces. As you ford through the throng of people, acquaintances interrupt their conversations to congratulate you as you pass, and you respond in delighted surprise. It’s harder to see now that you’re amongst everyone else, faces blending together, but eventually you spot a certain someone standing by his seat in the aisle. You gasp and practically run over to the man you’re happiest to see. “Damien! I didn’t think you’d make it!”

Damien passes his cane to his other hand so he can bring you in for a hug, smile bright and warm. You barely keep yourself from melting in his embrace. “Of course I would! I wouldn’t miss watching my girl perform.”

My girl. Your heart flutters, face warming pleasantly. You’re not used to it yet; part of you hopes it never happens. Thankfully, with your face hidden in his chest, he can’t see your blush, and you’re mostly certain it’s gone by the time you pull away.

“Plus,” he continues, leaning in conspiratorially, “I had Marjorie cover for me.” He grins boyishly, and you can’t help but grin back.

“Good. I owe her one,” you half joke. At the very least, you’ll have to offer your gratitude. “How much did you get to see?”

“Most of it. Darling, you were brilliant.”

Your expression grows bashful. “Oh, come on, now.”

“No, really.” Damien brushes his thumb across your cheek. “I’m proud of you.”

Bashful turns to pure shyness, but you’re so glad he thinks that, more warmth blooming in your chest. “Thank you.”

“But of course.” He kisses your forehead. “You deserve it.”

You’re blushing again, but he’s glancing around the room, thankfully oblivious to it. Actually, you think he looks at the seat first, as if there was supposed to be something there. “Is there anyone else you’d like to speak with? Do you want to go find who you were talking with beforehand?”

You shake your head. “Just some people I know. I wasn’t in conversation long, I can always talk with them later.”

“Good.” Damien smiles, and you think he’s relieved. “We can leave, then, if you like.”

You take a moment to think about it, thrown off by how quickly he’s considering leaving, but you really have nothing else keeping you here if he wants to chat elsewhere. “…Sure!”

“Alright. Let me go find a valet to pull the car around.”

You nod. “Mm-hm. That’ll give me time to get my things from backstage and see if the director needs anything else from us.”

“Good.” He kisses your cheek. “I’ll meet you outside.”

You nod again, trying to keep a stupid grin from meandering across your face. “Alright.”

Damien gives you one last smile and heads out of the theatre, while you all but skip back to your dressing room.

~*~*~*~

Damien’s car pulls in just as you make it to the sidewalk, and you let out a sigh of relief. You would have been embarrassed if you had kept him waiting; some of the people backstage had wanted to chat, and you entertained them as long as you could before your anstiness took over. Damien gets out of the backseat once the car is parked, and the valet opens the trunk before handing the keys off to Damien. You take that as your cue to hand your things to the valet, who places them carefully in the trunk, although you do the honors with some pieces that need careful positioning.

Once you’re done with that, Damien comes around to open the door for you, and you dip your head with a “Thank you,” sliding into the passenger seat. You pay no mind to the rear driver’s side door opening and closing, instead looking out the window at the building you just left. Upon hearing the actual driver’s door open, you turn towards him, only to see a large bouquet of various flowers before you. A gasp flies from you. “Oh, Damien!”

Damien’s smiling face pokes out from behind the arrangement. “Here you are, my dear.”

Mouth open, you take the flowers from him, staring down at them. “Oh. Wow. They’re really for me?”

He nods. “Yes. I meant to give them to you right after the show, but in my hurry to get in and see you, it slipped my mind.” He chuckles. “Thankfully the night is mild.”

Delicately, you brush your hand against the petals. There has to be a dozen, maybe more. It’s probably the largest bouquet you’ve ever seen. And it’s all for you… “Oh…”

“I barely managed to snag the last decent bunch from the florist before they closed.” Damien pauses a moment. You’ve just been staring at the flowers. “You do like them?” he asks, softer.

“Oh, yes, absolutely.” You look over, eyes shiny. “It’s just…” You trail off, gaze dropping back down, and your voice picks up quieter than his was. “I’ve never had a partner get me flowers before…”

You don’t need to see him to feel the disbelief emanating from him. “What? You’ve never…?” He cups your face and turns it towards him again. “Darling, this is an injustice of the highest order, and I will not stand for it. You deserve all the flowers in the world and more.”

You can’t hide the water collecting at your lids, but you hope the darkness obscures it. “Damien…”

He quiets you with a kiss, sudden but soft and tender. A tear rolls down your cheek without your permission, and he brushes it away with his thumb after his lips leave yours. “I would buy you flowers every week—no, every day if it made you happy.”

You giggle, even through the threat of more tears. “I think every day is a bit much.”

“Regardless.” Damien kisses your forehead. “I am going to right this wrong, starting now. I believe I am already on that path.” He smiles at you, and it warms you from the inside out. “Now, let’s get you home.”

You nod and settle into your seat, cradling the bouquet against you and wiping away the remnants of melancholy. The car starts with a rumble, and Damien’s hand finds yours briefly, squeezing it before moving to the shifter and pulling away from the curb.