#ask darkiplier

[fromthedeskof-darkiplier]

Mx. Darkiplier, thoughts on this statement?

As hard as you can.

-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.

[cicada-candy]

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

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

[dreamcatcher-arts]

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

[doctordiscord123]

Could you do more gender fuckery Dark fics? We all deserve a Pretty Dark (and he knows it) fic. ^^

Wilford loved Dark.

His beautiful husband had gotten so much more confident with themself after coming out as genderfluid. They just seemed so much happier, it was -- frankly, it was beautiful to see. Wilford loved Dark, he adored them, he loved their smile, and to see it more often was just a dream come true.

That being said...

Wilford stopped dead as he entered the living room of the manor, and he blushed a dark, brilliant red. Dark was there. Dark was there, lounging across the couch, reading a book. He -- and and it was a 'he' day, Wilford had asked that morning -- was dressed very simply in a pair of tight black pants, he was shirtless, and wearing one of those elaborate, gaudy robes that a widow might wear after definitely not killing her husband. The robe was black, with gold accents, and oh. Dark was usually a silver man, and seeing him in gold was -- exquisite to say the least.

Wilford made some sort of small squeaking sound, and Dark looked up. Instantly he was grinning, and oh he was wearing makeup, black lipstick across just his top lip with winged eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man -- Dark slotted his bookmark into place, and he oh so gracefully slid off the couch, standing, letting the robe drape around him, fully open. His scar -- something Dark was usually quite sensitive about -- was fully on display, that bullet scar in his gut surrounded by the spiderweb-esque pattern that made Wilford's head hurt. He didn't focus on it long, however, more focused on Dark's chest, the dusting of dark, curling chest hair, combined with Dark's immaculately groomed beard and the makeup -- Wilford swallowed hard, hands settling on Dark's hips as Dark wrapped his arms around Wilford's neck.

Dark grinned at him, and leaned forward to kiss him, humming softly. "Hello, love~ See something you like~?"

Wilford grinned back, heat still rising in his face as his hands slipped beneath the robe, caressing Dark's bare sides. "You know I do." His gaze roved over Dark's body, and he grabbed Dark's hips, pulling him closer.

Dark laughed, such a musical sound, and he kissed Wilford again, before pulling away and turning back to the couch. Aside from the frilly, fluffy ends, the robe was slightly sheer, and Wilford could see the muscles of Dark's back, so effortlessly strong. Wilford poofed, appearing on the couch just as Dark was laying his head back down, and he startled as he felt Wilford's lap. But, then he was laughing again, and snuggling back, picking up his book and opening it to his page. "I'm not doing anything particularly interesting, Wil. You're going to get bored."

"I'm never bored when I'm with you~" Wilford grinned, petting Dark's hair. "Especially when I get to look at you like this."

Dark snorted, humming softly as Wilford's fingers carded through his hair. "Whatever you say."

[wispy-fox]

Some darkstache for you, plus me trying that (Wilford becomes a little gray, Dark gains a little color) thing 💛 /plat

Aww, thank you! This is quite cute and I adore everything about it!

[boobookiss]

hey so

*Femmes your darkiplier*

[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 a certain someone's birthday today.

Go on and send him some well-wishes at @respect-the-stache when you can. 🖤🖤🖤

-D

(OOC: Wil's debut video turns 12 years old today! I could tag any Wilford RP blog(unless their Mun's have a different birthday headcanon for him!), but of course this Dark is gonna tag their husband 💟💟💟)

[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.

[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."

[dreamcatcher-arts]

"A wild Actor appears..."

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

[faecaribou]

Me when I redraw a drawing but my style has not changed so it looks the same.