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Bittersweet Memories (Darkstache)
TW: Angsty, Wilford briefly remembers the past, crying
Dark often found himself listening to Wilford's aura— usually, a barely-audible song, which most people might mistake as an earworm— without even meaning to. He did it for many reasons. For one, they often couldn't help it. Maybe they were just better attuned to the sound. Wilford's excitement sometimes made the music quite hard to miss. But on the other hand, there were some rare days when the fast-paced music would slow and distort, and those were the ones that worried Dark the most. There were a few reasons the usually bright music might sound grim, and frankly, he didn't like what any of them might be.
Today, as Dark was wrapping up a meeting, their own aura was ringing just a tad louder than usual, stress and annoyance building. Maybe that's why he didn't pick up on the shift in Wilford's music immediately. When they did, however, their stomach dropped. His partner (in crime, for life. Either worked depending on the day) had elected to stay downstairs and out of the meeting today but had refused to say why. For a split second, Dark wondered if maybe Wilford had stepped out of the building, but he stood from his seat when he heard a long, wonky note.
"Meeting dismissed. I don't have time for questions today; if anyone needs anything, reach out via Google Blue."
The android frowned and narrowed its eyes, but didn't say anything when Dark made eye contact. Instead, it folded its hands and nodded stiffly. Dark had something else to attend to. That didn't make him any less salty, of course, especially when several of the others crowded around to ask questions.
Dark didn't have time to dwell too much on the other's glare and instead retreated from the room, leaving their things to be packed up later. Something was going on with Wilford, and that took priority.
He followed the soft music to his office downstairs, and he felt a pinch more anxiety. Was Wilford looking for him? He didn't often spend time there unless Dark was working, so it was difficult to reason why else he might be there. He raised a hand to open the door but paused briefly to collect his thoughts as he picked up on another quiet, warped note. If he was visibly distressed, it would probably make Wilford feel even worse. They took a deep breath— technically, they didn't need the oxygen, but it helped ground them regardless— and felt their shoulders rise and fall. Wilford seemed to be less prone to reading the auras, so even as Dark's rang louder, his expression and posture would be what mattered most. He closed his eyes and repeated the process before finally letting his hand find the handle, and he cracked the door open.
He peered in, doing a courtesy sweep of the room before his eyes landed on his desk chair, which was turned away from the door. "Wilford?" They asked gently, cautious. When the other was like this, sometimes it was difficult to know when he would be sad or violent. Some days, it could be both. It depended on what it was he remembered on any given day.
Still, despite the lack of verbal response, he heard a loud sniffle. Quietly, they stepped inside and shut the door. As they moved closer, they made a point to walk a little louder, hoping not to surprise their husband. "Wilford, is everything alright?"
As they rounded the desk, Wilford span the chair slightly, just enough to look at them from the corner of his eye. He was still silent, save for a few teary sniffles, letting his gaze fall back to a metallic tin in his hands.
Dark took a moment to notice just how much brown was in both Wilford's hair and his mustache, leaving just the tips to be the usual bubblegum pink. If Dark had to guess, he was remembering quite a bit of their shared past. He took a moment to look at the box in Wilford's hands, and a lump formed in his throat.
They were both quiet for a long few minutes before Wilford weakly lifted the box. "I gave these to her, just before..." He stopped, letting his hand fall back to his lap. "Do you know the superstition behind these?"
Dark took a moment to compose himself as he drew closer, then gently put a hand on the other's shoulder. "A person's first tarot cards are meant to be gifted to them." He mumbled, watching as Wilford opened it and read the engraving on the inside.
"Mark wouldn't do it," he laughed, though it sounded bittersweet. "She didn't ask me to, but I found some during one of my trips to the East. I..." He paused, then moved to wipe away some of his tears with one of his wrists. "She was so happy."
"She was." Dark agreed softly, crouching down.
Wilford stared at the deck, though he closed the container again before doing anything else. He let out a shaky breath. "I can't believe she kept them." He thought, maybe, she'd have gotten rid of them after the truth came out.
"Of course she did." Carefully, he turned the chair, so that Wilford was facing him.
"She loved me, didn't she?" He finally made eye contact with his partner as tears welled up in his eyes again.
Gently, he took the box from Wilford's hands and placed it on the desk, then moved to gently grasp his hands. The other made no protest. "She does. They both do." Carefully, they guided him to stand up, then lifted his hands to kiss them softly.
Wilford was quiet for a few long moments, staring down at nothing in particular. Slowly, his gaze moved to meet Dark's, and he frowned. "Is it ever lonely? Being the only one to remember?"
They hummed, dropping their gaze to their hands. "Sometimes..." He paused to let go of the other's hands, instead opting to loosely hold his hips. "But I know you're happier not remembering."
He followed Dark's lead, letting his hands find a place on their shoulders. "You don't mind? Even if I'll just forget it all again?"
At that, he moved to kiss Wilford's cheek. "Of course not. It's not your fault."
He leaned closer to bury his face in Dark's shoulder, letting out another quiet sob.
Wilford didn't speak again, not for a few minutes, and by then, the pink was returning to his hair and the music in his aura was picking up again. He leaned back to look at Dark, confused by his expression, and lifted a hand to wipe away the tears on his own face. "Did something happen, Darky?"
He sighed, moving a hand to cup Wilford's cheek. When the other leaned into his hand, he offered a somber smile. "Nothing for you to worry about, Wil."
#jax writes#writing#requests open#fluff#angst#Markiplier#Markiplier egos#Darkiplier#Wilford Warfstache#Brief Googleiplier#Something a lil soft#Mentions Celine (MarkCU)#Mentions Actor Mark (MarkCU)#Mentions Damien (MarkCU)#Markiplier Cinematic Universe#Tarot cards/witchy stuff mention#Tears#I had fun writing about the auras lol#Wilford remembers#Darkstache#he/they Darkiplier
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I don’t even know why you’re so mad at me she was MY wife first you realize
#markiplier#wilford warfstache#actor!mark#the colonel#wkm colonel#yeah sometimes I just don’t remember why he killed him.
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Me watching Edge of Sleep like:
#trying to remember Markiplier’s character’s name#good show tho#perfect for spooky season#it’s geo locked to America rn tho so if you’re not there you’ll need a VPN on top of an Amazon subscription#mark fischbach#markiplier#william j barnum#the colonel#wilford warfstache#wilford motherloving warfstache#the edge of sleep dave#the edge of sleep#the edge of sleep tv#amazon video#meme
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Happy anniversary to this ????
#I don’t remember this#I was looking for my workout plan#darkiplier#wilford warfstache#markiplier warfstache#markiplier egos#darkstache
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When my brain is full of Markiplier characters.
#markiplier#iswm#markiplier egos#wilford warfstache#markiplier tv#who killed markiplier#darkiplier#ahwm#markiplier memes#wanted to add more but I got lazy halfway#I can't remember but I think I got the screen cap base from one of the typing videos
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Unus Annus
#aesthetic#girlblogging#love#polls#tumblr polls#my polls#tournament poll#fandom poll#random polls#hyperspecific poll#poll time#markiplier#wilford warfstache#unus annus#ethan nestor#mark fischbach#crankgameplays#memento mori#remember#remember me#youtube#i miss you
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He lifts. 💖🖤
Dark will never admit it, but he likes it whenever Wilford carries him properly. ☺️
#Darkstache#Darkiplier#Wilford Warfstache#Markiplier egos#Also hc that Dark has longer hair than most Iplier egos#Properly trimmed and maintained. Almost like a pixie cut.#Wilford's hair is short and messy and barely remembers to comb it Before a shoot lol#My art#Fox does art#Duo colored eyes Wilford ^^
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Top 5 funniest snowpiercer lines
1. "Do it before god and all the fish"
2. "That your conversation axe, is it?"
3. "I know you're listening, you psychotic old goat"
4. "I know you're not enticed by all this because you're from ✨ Detroit ✨"
5. "I am distinctly underwhelmed"
*Also because there are so many and I have the memory of a goldfish anyone can rb this and add their own, just if it's from a S4 episode please tag the post with snowpiercer spoilers or another spoiler tag (I don't care about spoilers myself I just don't want my post to become full of untagged spoilers for anyone who does care)
#asks#snowpiercer#i definitely forgot some but#wilford is good for funny lines and funny lines only!!!#also i barely remember s3 and do not remember the s4 premiere enough so#also sorry if any of these are mistyped or smth
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Also something from late last year where I wanted to draw some of my favorite morally grey characters ✌🏻
#ninja Brian and anti were last minute additions if I remember#traditional art#fanart#wilford warfstache#antisepticeye#John doe#hh alastor#ernesto de la cruz#spooky month bob#bob velseb#simp#markiplier egos#jacksepticegos#john doe game#hazbin hotel#Disney coco#Pixar#spooky month#sr pelo#ninja brian#ninja sex party#nsp#game grumps#artists on tumblr#my art
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r e m e m b e r i n g
Wilford Brimley
27 September 1934 – 1 August 2020
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[pic: brimley as blair, the thing, 1982]
#remembering#actor#wilford brimley#died on this day#film#the thing#the thing 1982#john carpenter#character#as Blair
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Listen I fully follow wkm lore but like how the FUCK did he come up with any of that
#Markiplier woke up one day and said What if i was a man tortured by himself and his sentient house.#What if you cant die in the house#What if the house lets you fast travel#What if the detective is only a cliche and nothing more; so when he is pressed on the details of the case hes been following for YEARS#hes devastated by the fact that he cant remember a thing?#What if the Damien looked like Darkiplier so that there was a sense of mistrust around him for the whole show#even as he is consistently the only one to help you? What if Damien was nice all along? What if Damien turned out to be Dark anyway?#What if The Actor deliberately made it so that Damien came across as the villain just as he wanted in “DAMIEN”? What if we fell for it?#What if Celine cared so much about her brother that she fucked you over in an attwmpt to help him?#What if she kept him in a winter pocket dimension while you reach out for the cane?#What if he didnt remember everything that happened in the house and is always tired?#What if hes constantly being told “get some sleep damien” and “its time to wake up damien” to show the duality of sharing a body?#What if at the end its all pointless because the ice breaks anyway? What if Damien “life is ours to choose” Mayor makes his first choice#to let his sister sleep while he pilots the body?#What if by the time you arrive back in the present the body Damien and Celine stole from you is looking in the mirror#and just like the ice broke in the pocket dimension; the mirror cracks and you are forever stuck behind the mirror/your device's screen?#What if the detective believes you were killed as he says in WWM? What if The colonel (now Wilford Motherloving Warfstache)#can fast travel; time travel; teleport; and fuck knows what else because he realised he was part of a story?#What if that was the reason the detective was a conglomerate of different noir detective cliches?#What if theres masks on everyone but the detective at the end and I said “what masks?” when asked abt it and you still dk what it means?#What if the gardener didnt have lightning strike after saying “murder” because he hasnt been in the house for years?#what if the house seeded things in the actors head after Celine left him saying about how nothing was his fault and it was all someone else?#What if the house did this for years untik the actor was well and truly manipulated by a force he didnt even know was there?#what if he wanted Damien to be the villain in his “story” which implies that when he figured out how to cheat death in the house-#he also figured out he was a part of a story just like Wilford and eventually Abe did?#What if no one had a happy ending what if everyone was tragic what if people were only what you wrote for them as characters?#And what if the house was my head? What if the house was a metaphor for my brain all along?#and also what if they were all gay?#wkm#who killed markiplier
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Let's Dance
Characters: Wilford Warfstache, GN!Reader
Word Count: 274
Spicy Rating: Just a good ol' comfort story!
"What's wrong?"
You looked up to the face of a stranger, blinking more at the bright pink mustache than his sudden appearance. He tilted his head a little further to the side, a soft smile on his face feeling warmer and friendlier than you were expecting. You hesitated, looking at the rest of the party around you, before shrugging and leaning against the wall again.
"Nothing's wrong, honestly."
"Mmm, not sure I believe it with that grumpy gus look!"
"No, really, there isn't!" You shrugged again, looking back over the crowd. "Life is going...great, really."
"That's wonderful! You should be celebrating!"
"Eh. No."
That seemed to startle him as he did a full body shake and double-take. "Well, if you're happy, why hide it?"
Brief memories of everything that followed those good times flickered past your mind before you shoved them away. "Because good things never last with me...so better to not let other people see."
A gentle hand landed on your shoulder, drawing your attention to the slightly-more-pink-than-before man. "Oh, honeybee, don't be like that! So what if good things never last? They can't last forever. We have to take each good thing, each good moment, and make them shine so bright. There's plenty of bad in the world, but if we let that get the better of us, then there's more bad. Let yourself be happy, and let other people be happy with you." You opened your mouth to protest, but found both your hands suddenly in his, as he dragged you out towards the rest of the party. "Here, let ol' Wilfy take your mind off of that. C'mon, let's dance."
#shootie patootie#shooty patootie#I don't remember which spelling I used oh no#wilford motherloving warfstache#markiplier wilford#wilford warfstache#iswm wilford#ahwm wilford#markiplier egos
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dancing with old friends
OKAY, third time's the charm with trying to post this! maybe tumblr's trying to tell me something-
ship: darkstache/damien x wilford (if not outright shown it's heavily implied. also obviously there's wilford x celine, but that's just canon so-)
notes: i originally wrote... a lot for this- i've now tried to post this twice before, so i'm not writing that all again. just be aware that this oneshot is a few years old and so it probably isn't good. i mean i think it's pretty alright, but maybe my taste is shit lol
don't expect me to write other oneshots after posting this, i haven't written stories since i wrote this, so they'd probably all be shit-
The Manor held several rooms that were unknown to many of the egos that lived there; each of them locked away for... reasons. They held old memories that did not want to be resurfaced. And no one questioned it. After all, the request of them never being opened came from both Wilford Warfstache & Darkiplier. Although it was more of an order than a request with Dark, who had pretty much threatened Yandere when he asked why.
There was one room in particular that was locked up. It was a gorgeous ballroom, one that looked like it had come out of a fairy tale. Many dances used to be held there back in the day with various friends. It was once filled with laughter & joy; now it only contained dust & cobwebs.
For whatever reason, Wilford had decided to open the room again. No one else was around to question why. He honestly didn't know himself. He had just been wandering around the manor when he came across the old oak doors. Both him & Dark held a skeleton key that could open any in the house, which The Host was gracious enough to make.
Wiford took his out from under his shirt; he had hung it on a piece of string so he would always have it with him. He took it off from around his neck, inserted it into the lock, & turned the key. A clicking sound echoed slightly down both ends of the hall. The interviewer glanced around to make sure no one else was around before entering the room.
It wasn't as grand as he remembered, but perhaps that was just because everything was covered in dust. There were windows across the opposite wall, which each had red silk curtains draped over them, blocking out any sunlight that could enter. Around the room were white marble columns connecting the ceiling to the floor. Off to the side was a piano, which clearly had not been used in forever.
Wilford walked across the floor, hearing his footsteps echo in the quiet room. Truly Mark, his old friend, had decided to splurge with this room, seeing as it was more castle like than the other rooms. And of course he always insisted his guests move to this room so they could dance at least once during the party.
The interviewer remembered many dances he shared with Celine. The lady could definitely dance, he knew that. Those were truly wonderful nights they shared together.
He hadn't noticed he was starting to cry until he felt a teardrop fall down his cheek. He quickly wiped the tears away & shook the memories from his head. No need for troubling himself with the past like that. Those were happy times. That's all they were. Happy times...
"So, you've finally decided to enter here." Wilford turned around to see the body behind the voice. Dark was standing a few feet away. How he got in so quietly wasn't that big of a concern; Dark always had a flair for mystery.
"Just wanted to relive some old memories, I guess." Wilford chuckled. The demon across from him hummed in response, conveying no emotion. While yes Dark had the memories of both Celine & Damien in him, he never bothered with being so sentimental about them, his focus always landing on taking control of the YouTube channel he was practically adored on.
"If I recall correctly, you & Celine shared many dances in this room." Dark walked closer to the other man.
Wilford nodded his head in response. "Yes, we did. I remember how much fun we had, being the most lively dancers in the whole room. Everyone would clear the floor just to watch us." He chuckled & gave a sad smile. These were memories he had not touched in a long time, & while it was nice to revisit them, it brought a pain in his heart to think of his lost love. And yet he knew, in some crazy & messed up way, she was right next to him, along with his best friend Damien, all wrapped together with some strange... entity in one of his old friend's body.
They were both silent for a bit, just basking in the feeling of being in a room they had both sworn they would never open. And neither man knew why they were even in there.
After some time Wilford saw Dark offer his hand from the corner of his eye. He gave the demon a confused look, questioning what he was suggesting. Dark merely scoffed but kept his hand where it was.
"Dance with me."
The interviewer was a bit taken back by what Dark had asked. He was always extremely reserved, keeping to himself with his emotions in every way possible. He never talked with anyone else, unless it was about something that person was doing. Even Wilford, whom he considered a close colleague, barely knew anything about what went on inside that mind of his. And yet here he was, asking Wilford to dance.
Of course he didn't refuse. Once he fully processed the situation, which took mere seconds to be processed, he took Dark's hand & let himself be led to the middle of the dance floor. This was going to be strange for him; he was always the one to lead the dance, but the demon automatically assumed the lead position & placed a hand on the other man's waist, Wilford placing his free hand on Dark's shoulder. A smirk flashed onto Dark's face, but the interviewer did not know why. That is, until he noticed his cheeks felt a bit hotter than usual, indicating he was blushing. He tried to push it away, but to no avail.
"I do believe that to dance you need music along with it." Wilford suggested a bit quietly. If he had to admit it he did feel a bit nervous about doing this. He didn't know if he would trip up, or if Dark would trip up, or if something happened that would cause this to become a wreck.
"Don't worry, I'll be sure to guide you completely, since it seems you can't dance without the aid of something else." Dark chuckled, causing Wilford to merely roll his eyes at the joke.
"Don't worry, I'll be sure to guide you completely, since it seems you can't dance without the aid of something else." Dark chuckled, causing Wilford to merely roll his eyes at the joke.
"Then let us dance, my friend." With that Dark started to slowly spin with Wilford, stepping in time to invisible music. It was definitely strange, being lead around the room instead of himself leading, & the demon was a bit slower than he was used to, but the interviewer eventually got the rhythm of the dance & stepped in perfect time. After a few moments Wilford started to notice the blue shadow behind Dark glow brighter, almost drowning out the red shadow. Wilford smiled at this, something Dark didn't see with his eyes closed.
'Hello, old friend.' Wilford thought to himself. Dark smiled, a genuine smile, & opened his eyes, which were now a dark brown instead of their usual black & red.
"Hello, William. It's been a while, hasn't it?" William let out a soft chuckle.
"Yes it has. Far too long in my opinion, old friend." Damien gave a small smile, one that held both joy at seeing his friend, & sadness at how they departed, & their current situation. One was trapped in an old friend's body with a demon & a vengeful spirit, the other had slowly but surely lost his mind. This was not how the two men thought they would end up.
The both of them continued to spin in a small circle, William's head resting against Damien's chest. Neither cared if this seemed strange. Or, perhaps, even scandalous. They just needed to feel the comforting warmth of a friend. And it seemed a dance had been needed as well.
#ashton is talking#oneshot#darkstache#markiplier egos#wilford warfstache#darkiplier#oh god this is actually worse than i remember#this is so fucking awful what's with the fancy writing???#wilford doesn't talk fancy when has he ever talked fancy!#at this point i'm only posting this so that the thought of posting it leaves my head#fuck this i'm never writing again#if my writing was bad back then#then after a few years of no writing it HAS to have gotten worse my god-
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Have you watched iswm since that cursed post or nah? I really loved it when it came out, was curious if you gave it a shot
I did! I got an ending with Darkiplier and Wilford and one film noir thing. Also something involving Wug. I don't remember much about it though. I think the reason I ended up watching it is because I found out Wilford was in it.
#I didn't get every ending. I think having to go through it all over again irritated me#I also watched parts of Heist with Markiplier and Who Killed Markiplier. Also the thing with Wilford Warfstache#I don't remember those very well either though
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Dont know if this has been asked before and Tumblrs search engine is completely functional and not bugged at all but is your Terrence & Henry thing based off of the Castlevania Sorrow duo of games where Soma is revealed to be Dracula that was given another chance at life?
Very heavily inspired, though the hair color thing between the two was just a coincidence to be honest.
It is just a fun what if to play around with and make scenarios from, exploring what Henry could be or what Terrence would eventually become.
#lizzyask#henry isn't resurrected though just lost his memories from the trauma and injuries caused by terrences dethronement#the first inspiration for it was a few aus or silly ideas on discords from moots where reg would assume henry was terrence#where the reason reg bolted in ita because he didn't see henry ram into the cockpit but terrence but nobody else or just right believed him#and then the idea hit on what if he was after playing through some aria of sorrow#speaking of that i should redraw my first take on that idea because they both looked like twinks when they would be more around 30ish#but yeah#right plays the role of death and julius as someone that wants henry to remember but not fully lose himself to the uglier side of terry#and reginald is the arikado alucard once he gets past ctm and dmitrii in sadder timelines#i should also do more with the former with reginald someday#just rambling in the tags#if terrence had to get lost lovers then it would probably be randy and then wilford#losing both and being forced into leadership does not do well for the guy#thankfully henry can handle stress better but hurting those he cares about might not be a good idea still#*rolls into the void before rambling on more*
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Guys I *LOST* a post again- has anyone seen a gifset from Snowpiercer where Audrey sings for Wilford and Bess tells Audrey that when she sings, she can almost forget about the fact that she is a horrible person? Much love if anyone finds it xx
#i am THE WORST#yesterday me thought ofc ill remember this gifset... until i NEEDED IT#ehh anyway#snowpiercer#miss Audrey#joseph wilford#these GIFs keep popping in my head and i cannae find em ahahhaha#it's the - a person you sing for is all there is and Bess's wretched expression that does it for me#uhhh#bess till
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