#ask darkiplier

[fromthedeskof-darkiplier]

How does it feel being a tumblr sexyman, is that something you and Wilford take pride in

The term "sexyman" is in itself one I'd like to avoid.

I'm not sure how Wilford feels about it, but I could certainly do without it. You lot seem to throw the concept of boundaries out the window when it comes to those you deem "sexy". I could count on two hands the number of times I've had to change my phone number one year.

-D

[crimsonredwine]

You’ve heard me more than correct, Dark.

I simply don’t think it’s possible for you to even begin to comprehend my capabilities. Especially not someone so.. simplistic as you, if you will.

- Google.

Simplistic?

Now, are you certain you're talking to the right person?

I am not some weak minded human.

[ask-ego-manor]

*I stumbled a second, but I stayed on my feet and I exhaled in relief a moment to calm my racing heart. I nodded a moment at Actor, however tense and reluctant the gratitude in the action was, and I tipped my head more respectfully and easier to Dark.* “Thank you Dark, I’m sorry to inconvenience or interrupt you.” *I was resolutely not focusing on what Dark called me, I’d have a flustered panic later.*

Marc took a step back, turning towards the gardens that could be seen through the picture window. Dark's eyes seemed to keep an eye on the man who held his cane. Well, himself as Damien. That little nickname that Marc had got on Dark's every nerve yet.. He couldn't act yet. Not yet. Dark nodded at the asker.

"Of course, it seems running around is my career now."

Dark's words were insulting yet vague. Vague about who he was referring to and vague how he meant it. Dark shot a glance to the asker yet was still almost wary. Albeit through that mask of neutrality, his emotions were extremely difficult to decipher.

For all but his most well known enemy and friend. Wilford knew him. Marc knew him. Dark could still remember those days in college with Celine and the DA. Oh how he missed his trusted DA, yet now was not the time to think about them nor Celine.

[cicada-candy]

happy WKM-iversary i am Never Escaping 10 year old me's interests ✌️😔

[✨️Ver w/o chromatic aberration under the cut✨️]

[our-coolwerewolfcollector]

Does dark still have his doggy Chica?

((Dark doesn't care about anything........ except for his puppo))

[bloobydabloob]

do u think there r any parallels btwn dirk and jackceptiveye egos,,

Yeah

[ivy-creates]

Would dark be into any kind of jewelry,or is he not at all like willford ?

i think so! especially if it is made of protective or power enhancing crystals i think, like obsidian, since celine was into that :) he probably just isn't into as big or flashy of jewelry as wilford is

[boobookiss]

hey so

*Femmes your darkiplier*

[doctordiscord123]

If you're still receiving requests, what about an ego (you pick) feeling gender envy towards Dark? Dark is so very gender royalty and I love them so much, and you can't help but feel jealous at times hahaha.

It was a masculine day for Dark.

Even still, he'd put on makeup, red and blue eye shadow that went perfectly with his mismatched eyes, black lipstick, and he just looked...perfect. Everything was intentional with Dark, especially when it came to his appearance -- they'd all learned that a long time ago. The -- man? -- was almost as vain as Bim was, for God's sake. Almost. And he'd matched the makeup with a sleeveless black turtleneck and black jeans and some silver hoop earrings in an outfit that had made Wilford drool when Dark walked out of the bedroom. Dark looked so good, all the time.

It made Eric's stomach twist in knots in a way he could only describe as jealousy.

"Eric, dear, you're staring."

Eric squeaked, jolting in place where he sat in the living room. Dark smirked slightly, and finally looked up from his book to fix Eric with a stare that made him deeply uncomfortable. Eric looked away, wringing his handkerchief in his hands. There was a slight glitter to Dark's makeup that caught the light and somehow made his gaze all the more piercing.

"Eric. Look at me." Slowly, Eric did, locking his gaze on Dark's forehead so he didn't have to look him in the eye. Still, he caught Dark's slight smile. "What's wrong? You're not usually the staring type."

"Your makeup." Instantly, Dark stiffened, smile fading into an expression more guarded, and Eric panicked. "No! No no no, not like that, i-it's just -- well -- you-you-you -- it's -- I just --"

"Eric. Spit it out."

"Can you do mine?"

The question came out fast, almost unintelligible, and Dark blinked, rearing back some. It was his turn to stare, as Eric felt heat rise in his face, and he covered it with his handkerchief. He fought the urge to let out a muffled scream. "Never mind, that was stupid, you don't have to, I was just -- I thought -- you --"

He was cut off by Dark laughing, and his blush only got worse. And then -- there was an icy hand on Eric's shoulder, and he slowly lowered his handkerchief to find Dark giving him a warm smile. "Come on, I'll do you one better; I'll teach you how to do your own. I'm a bit old fashioned in my tools, I'm sure Bim has some easier tips and tricks he can show you later, but basics are always a start, yes?"

Eric stared. Stared at Dark's face, at his beautiful makeup and immaculate outfit and perfect jewelry -- and he split in a wide grin, shyly taking Dark's hand and let Dark lead him away towards the bedrooms. "...Thank you."

Dark chuckled, and squeezed Eric's hand. "You're very welcome, dear."

[crackedegotheories]

when there's smth strange in the new mark vid who you gonna call?

crackedegotheories!!!

(got thrown into a swirling rift in what I can only guess is the fabric of reality and told I needed to find an ax to help someone talking in blue lettered text)

You rang? (Side note, YouTube lost its notifications privileges with me, so I saw this message before I saw Mark's new video. It's probably the only reason I had enough time to type this post up before I head off to the airport, so thank you!)

Okay, to recap: We have a really weird drive by bee attack. No relation to the lore or anything, just bizarre. RIP, bee, you went out stinging. Then we have Mark talking about his love of being dropped into horrors beyond his imagining (not a masochist) and deep lore, before asking Lixian to show us something very deep--"throw them in the hole!"

Lixian says to the viewer, "I guess it's your turn to go into the hole" (my emphasis, we'll get back to that), before we go into a pink, flaming hole. It's tempting to draw the comparison to the wormhole from ISWM, but what's interesting is the color--the only time we see a pink wormhole in Space is when Wilford calls us a ride after ours, uh, was "mysteriously" stabbed.

Inside the hole, there are swirling clouds and flashes of blue lightning. Near the end, there's a break in the clouds that actually kind of looks like a side path to the left, but unlike In Space, we don't have an option of left or right here, we just plummet through the main hole to be met with darkness, and blue text.

"Help me", "Please, help me", and "Only you can find the axe."

Someone is asking for help, someone who claims that only the viewer can find the axe. So, let's talk about the axe, shall we?

First, we start with my boy, Damien:

In DAMIEN, the very first thing we see is Damien himself, chopping down a tree with an axe. This is apparently a daily thing for him, and he chops down a LOT of trees, but in the climax of the video when finally confronting Actor Mark, Damien doesn't have his axe. Instead, Celine arrives, using the axe to break through to Damien and, uh, giving it to Actor Mark to hold for a second.

Chronologically, the next time the axe is picked up is at the end of the fan game for Damien made by Lixian, just for Mark. At about the 48 minute mark, Damien/Dark sets his axe down as he's greeted by Wilford, which is then picked up by Lixian himself.

Lixian is scratched up, presumably from his fight with Lunky in 3 Scary Games #61 which has Lixian attempt to cage Lunky only for Lunky to break out.

It's in the following, unnumbered 3 Scary Games that we first see Lixian wield the axe, to split Lunky in half. (Brutal!)

He would then go on to use the axe in 3 Scary Games #64 and 65 to kill the horror abominations of Mark featured in those videos, and attempts to use it again in #66 only for it to bounce off.

Lixian tries to attack, and gets captured for his efforts, and we next see him in #75, waking up outside of the mysterious Plier Corporation and realizing he doesn't have his axe.

Since then, as far as I can tell in what time I have left to type this, the axe hasn't shown up again. It's missing, and someone needs our help finding it, but who and why?

Part of the explanation may lie with what the monster in #66 says at the beginning of the video: "The end is nigh. He has opened the door. The great Eldritch Plier is coming. Your end is here."

We get a hint at who this "Eldritch Plier" might be in 3 Scary Games #69, which begins with a man standing outside of a pink (!) portal, through which pops out Spider!Mark (one of the same creatures Lixian killed when he had the axe).

This man resurrects Lunky, its two halves barely clinging together, and the next time we see it is with Mark, who admits he doesn't actually remember making Lunky.

Lunky's most recent reappearance is in 3 Scary Games #103, where now whole again he uses the viewer as a sacrifice in his ritual to go back and seek vengeance, presumably against Lixian.

So the safe bet is that it's Lixian asking us to help find the axe so he can take on Lunky, right?

Except...why would he send us through a portal to tell us that? And why would he think we would be the only ones who could find it?

It would make more sense if someone else, someone who is well aware of the workings of the channel and the viewers' place in it, someone who may know of this Eldritch Plier and the danger he poses and shares his ability to summon portals, to do so.

Someone like one Wilford Motherloving Warfstache.

Or, y'know, Dark. He might also be involved.

[six-six-cicada]

Love me, love me, love me, love me

Love me, love me, love me, love me

Love me, love me, love me, love me more

Than you possibly can

[fromthedeskof-darkiplier]

It is August 19th.

August. 19th.

I cannot be thinking about Halloween shopping with this level of intensity already.

My bonus pay will have immediately gone to waste...

-D

[crimsonredwine]

well hello dark, nice to see you on here!

say, how did you even figure this out? i didn’t expect you to be a social media guy! or, er, thing? oh whatever.

- wilford

I'm.. still in the process of figuring it out, wilford.

I'm not.. really a social media person.

Someone, however, put this on my computer, and now it's on my phone too.. due to my laptop and phone being synced.

I'm still getting the hang of it.

[ask-ego-manor]

“If you really gave a damn about him you would’ve treated him better! Been a better friend or whatever the hells you wanted to be to him! Not STOLEN HIS BODY AND NOT GIVEN HIM A DAMN CHOICE IN ANYTHING!” *I snapped out, baring my teeth a moment in the shout. Despite being backed into a corner I didn’t back down and when I wanted to reply more I yelped as I was dragged off my feet, being several inches shorter than the man in red. Despite the flash of fear in my mind I just glared at him, if need be I’d *bite* him to get him to let me go. And then I heard the familiar ringing and I perked up slightly.*. “Dark?”

"Greetings." Dark spoke as he walked into the room, black eyes settling on Marc who wore a calm smile. Yet his irritation was blatantly clear, the way he refused to release the asker was more than telling of Marc's anger.

"Marc," Dark hummed, "would you be so kind as to release my..." Dark paused to search for the right word that wouldn't set Marc off on him instead.

"Plaything."

Marc huffed, his red eyed gaze meeting Dark's own black one. The way the former politician pulled at the lapels of his suit was telling. Marc knew what the signs were of Dark's annoyance. Yet what he couldn't understand is why Dark favored this one. Rather, seemed to favor. Yet all the same, Marc released them, leaving them to either stumble and fall or stumble and catch themself. Marc didn't care which but had to muse how enjoyable it would be to see them on their ass.

"Of course, Dames." Marc cooed, "I would do anything for you."

Marc's words almost held a silent threat, a warning. Yet Dark didn't react in any meaningful way. Only a small, almost unnoticeable, nod of his head.

[lostcybertronian]

Heya! Darkstache for "You make me happy" or "I'll keep you safe." :D

Wilford was silent on the ride home from the county jail, his pastel colors muted in the odd lights of the dashboard. He leaned against the window, his breath fogging up the glass.

Dark, for his part, didn't push. Wasn't sure how to push, what switches to flip on this particular version of Wilford. He drove in quiet, punctuated only by the occasional blinker or turn.

"Did I . . . kill somebody?" Finally, the words came.

Dark refrained from informing him he wouldn't be in county jail for something like that, but it helped if one could pull strings with reality. He tightened his already white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, and suppressed the urge to swerve off the interstate. "Of course not."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wilford sit up straight and look at him. "Why do you do that?"

Play dumb. Don't make eye contact. Dark said, perfectly evenly, "Do what?"

"Lie to me."

Dark looked at him. Met his gaze, and couldn't exactly discern what he saw there. "To keep you safe, of course." He looked back out at the road, mostly empty, this time of night. "I'll always keep you safe, Will."

[our-coolwerewolfcollector]

"A wild Actor appears..."

Between you and me, I think he's trying to convince me into putting him in the Ask Series...