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[eiks1997]

🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🎃

I haven't drawn anything related to Markiplier in a hot minute, so for a Halloween Special, I thought it was time to bring Dark and Wilford back! 🩷🖤 You all already know I love these two so much, so this was really fun to do. I don't know where the Red Riding Hood idea came in to play, but I think it works really well!

Annnnd because it's Halloween I had to include a bloody version. I'll leave it up to your imagination as to what you think happened when they went trick or treating! 👻

But that’s all for this one! If you like my art or want to see more Markiplier fanart, stick around for more! 😊

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Dark and Anti, Darkiplier, Anti, Dark Snow Globe 1, Dark Snow Globe 2, Egos1, Darkiplier, Female Darkiplier, Wilford Warfstache

I DO NOT OWN THESE EGOS!

All love goes to @markiplier ❤

Program used: Clip Studio Paint 

Date: 2024

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[shamefulbirb]

I miss your gerald art. Best angry pumpkin ever!

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Its been SO LONG.

[ryllen]

it’s okay for things to be messy sometimes

[yuckie-obsessive]

They just hate each other

Fight scene no. 1

[foxtamer113]

This is so cool!!!

It even has a dash of Darkstache, in my opinion. ^^

[cozyenigma]

Ingrained

Word Count- 1201

Request?- Yes!

(sorry this took me so long! I hope the tarot parts aren't too basic and it's what you envisioned! And of you'd still like the anon handle you can absolutely take that one!)

Tag List- @cookielover0001010 , @swag-droid , @watchoutforfrostbite

Warnings- None

Dark didn't need to eat or drink. Food didn't nourish the carcass he hauled around and drink did nothing to quench his thirst. When he found himself presented with these things anyways, Dark always took a small amount of pleasure in others discomfort when they noticed he never touched anything.

Still, in the privacy of his own office, away from annoyances and prying eyes, he let himself imbibe. A steaming hot cup of sencha sat on his desk. The fine china cup, delicate and thin, gleamed atop its saucer. Heedless, of the temperature, Dark took a sip.

It tasted like ash.

One of his human components, he wasn't quite sure which, had liked to take tea in this setting once upon a time. Steaming hot tea in a window seat with a good book. As much as Dark was annoyed at the bleed over, the habit helped.

As did the readings. Dark knew which one this habit stemmed from. The cards seemed to flow in his hands. Shuffling and dealing and reading. The deck was worn. Creased and faded at the edges, the cards showed their age. Part of him wondered if this was her set when she was alive. Probably not.

As he was going to set the spread of cards, the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. Dark's hands paused. Then he gathered the cards back into one stack.

"Back again, are we?"

The air grew noticeably colder, the steam rising from his tea that much more pronounced. They were here alright.

With a sigh, he started shuffling again. "Are you going to skulk about or try and wreck my office again?"

His answer was a lamp tumbling to the floor, glass skittering across the hardwood.

"Right." Dark ignored the blatant hostility and cut the deck. The DA, reduced to the presence they were now, would eventually tire of the destruction. They always did. It was only Dark's own aura that kept them from doing physical harm to his body.

The destruction was a nuisance but only that. While he didn't enjoy replacing and repairing his furnishings every other week, he wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of seeing any reaction. Eventually, after he heard them gouge long tracks into the floor, they stopped.

He hummed and placed the deck on the desk.

"If you're finished?" Dark gestures to the cards and waited.

The room was still and silent once more. He knew they could move and choose the cards. Whether or not they were shocked or just refusing, he could only guess.

"If you won't," he took up the deck himself, giving it one more shuffle. "I'll ask a question for you, I'm sure both of us have been thinking it. Why do you keep coming back?"

The sound of broken glass crunching under foot. They were seemingly grinding the shards into the floor. That got to them.

"Let's keep it basic, shall we?" He kept going, tone too casual for the situation. "Basic three card pull. Past, present, future, hmm?"

They slipped through his hands as easily as water. Three cards, situated in a line right in front of him. Dark pictured them in his head, brooding as they sat opposite. It almost made him smile.

Delicately, he flipped the first over. A woman wrestling with a beast that might have, once, been a lion. The wearing of time and distortion made it seem otherworldly somehow.

"Strength," he laughed. "Makes sense, I suppose. You always were confident in your skills, even when we were young. Clear choices, clear purpose. I imagine you and everyone else thought you were aiming for bigger and better things, hmm?"

The walls themselves seemed to creak ominously around him. If he didn't know better he might suspect they could bring the ceiling down on top of him.

"Yknow," he said, resting his fingers atop the next card, "this is less the cards talking and more supposed to be the people themselves talking. To put things to words, I suppose. Though you can't quite manage that can you?"

The tea cup beside him abruptly cracked in half. Hot tea leaked out in a small flood, nearly taking the cards with it and soaking into his sleeve. Dark paid it no mind.

"The present now then, shall we?"

This next card was so worn down he very nearly couldn't read the text. Though he'd know the upside down design without it well enough.

"Reverse wheel of fortune," he leaned back, shaking errant drops of scalding tea from his hand. "A run of bad luck. Much as you try you can't control the past, you can't control the present either. Oh my poor, poor friend. I can understand that, to a degree."

He scanned the room, looking for a shimmer, a shadow, anything to indicate where they were. If they actually occupied any sort of space in this reality. The empty, cold office didn't provide him with any insight on that.

"Neither of us were in control then," he said eventually, "as for now…"

Dark flexed his hand. What was once their hand. "I suppose I'll be taking that back for the both of us, hmm?"

No response. Nothing was destroyed in a fit of impotent rage but he knew they were still here. That crawling every present feeling of being watched was still there.

"Stop trying to change things," he murmurs, "I don't pretend to know where you're existing now but there's surely better things for you to be doing. Maybe even actually rest."

Again, nothing. Dark huffed and, without further preamble, flipped the last card. This one made him laugh. As much as he could laugh, anyways.

"Justice? Really?"

The card was fairly self explanatory, as far as other cards in the deck went. The woman depicted held a scale and sword, regal and just. At some point the face was nearly erased, a small tear going through where her eyes would have been. The now cooled tea had soaked into the paper, giving the card a sickly brown green tint.

"You're pinning your hopes on karma, is that it?" He tossed the card back onto the desk. "I don't think so. The world isn't that kind. If anything, I'll be bringing you justice. Bringing down the man that caused all of this is karma enough, I think."

The deck next to him abruptly flew apart, cards pinwheeling in the air and just adding to the mess. Heaving a sigh, Dark got to his feet.

"One of us can keep going with this cycle, old friend," he'd admit, the old moniker was a dig he couldn't help but slip in, "and I think you know who."

If they heard him they chose not to show it. The room was more than still, it was empty. That pressure, the presence in the air was gone. Which left Dark among the ruins of his office once again.

"Same time next week, I suppose," he mutters, plucking a card from the desk and giving it a flick. The sencha had truly soaked the thing. Even with the paper starting to warp and discolor, he could still make out the tower clear as day.

[th3w00ds]

Rewatching/replaying A Date With Markiplier and I forgot how yandere-ish Dark is in that... I could make something out of this

[meowangelo]

darko has to wait for them to stop arguing so they can go someplace @xth3-gh0st-b0yx

- link

[meulia]

made a dark aero edit >:)

[recursive360]

Shadows

“If the shadow figure contains valuable, vital forces, they ought to be assimilated into actual experience and not repressed. It is up to the ego to give up its pride and priggishness and to live out something that seems to be dark, but actually may not be. This can require a sacrifice just as heroic as the conquest of passion, but in an opposite sense.” ― C.G. Jung, Man and His Symbols

[eiks1997]

It’s a little late, but when I saw Mark on Jack’s Christmas Charity stream with an eyepatch, I couldn't resist drawing Dark with one. And I’ve got to admit, I think it suits him far too well! 🤩 I also couldn’t resist adding a scar because I’m a sucker for a good scar. 🤭 But I wanted to make the scar look interesting so I tried to make it so it’s Dark’s ‘power’ leaking through. Plus I had fun with the layering to create the glitching effects, maybe with practice I’ll get better but for now I think it came out really well! Hope you all love this as much as I do! 🖤

But that’s all for this one! If you like my art or want to see more Markiplier fanart, stick around for more! 😊

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Dark Snow Globe 1, Dark Snow Globe 2, Egos1, Darkiplier, Female Darkiplier, Darkiplier Shirt Cut Meme, Wilford Warfstache

This was a FANART piece. Creation of these Egos goes to the beautiful @markiplier , sending all my love! ❤

Program used: Clip Studio Paint 

Date: 2023

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[shamefulbirb]

Saw a tiktok from _anxiousmoonfrog_ about the egos in different poses and HAD to use the reference. Warfstache and Darkiplier get to share a ring because I could only afford one sorry but its transparent so??? do people on tumblr care about that anymore

[okiefuckindokie]

Now and Then Ch.2

Here is the long awaited chapter to my take on WKM 🤗 It’s been too long and I do plan on still writing for this series (and others that came after WKM like Heist and Space)

I will have my requests closed atm as I still have things to work out but you will see me here and there.

I hope you all enjoy🧡

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Read Chapter 1 here

TRIGGER WARNING: I do have a part in here that involves a p***ck at***k. You can always scroll pass where it says “the fear” and start again the paragraph after the one that follows. 

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You needed to get home. You need to get home as fast as you can. This is getting too extreme. What the actual HELL was that?! And how did they know your name? Well, you were just dreaming; of course people in your dreams can know your name. The library is dead quiet. The lights seem slightly dimmer. Is everyone gone? You quickly looked around the library to see if anyone noticed what had just happened. Thankfully no one did. You gather your things and nearly sprint towards the exit. As you head outside, the storm seems to have subsided for now and you make your way to the bus stop. The entire way there you think about anything and everything different to get your mind off your “almost living nightmare”. The bitter breeze nips at your face, making you scrunch it tight. The flickering light poles are the only thing guiding you to your bus stop. You were about to turn the corner to take a seat but you slam into something pretty hard. Losing your balance, you start to tip over but you feel a strong hand grab at your forearm.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”, the male exclaimed. It took you a moment to gather yourself before properly looking at him. The second you do, it took you by surprise by how attractive he actually is. He has a pretty tall and toned physique from what you can see. Nothing dramatic but you can tell he’s an athlete. He wears a black and white jacket with a matching black beanie and blue jeans. His chestnut colored curly locks peek out of the beanie in front of his fair skinned face. His eyes focused on you are soft despite his worried expression. They’re a warm hazel color that fit his features quite well.

You respond with a sigh, “No, no, that was my fault. I should have been more careful.” He looked at your face for a good few seconds. Does he sense something wrong?

He asks, “Are you sure? Because you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” Oh, if he only knew.. The inner torment you’ve been going through for months now. Countless sleepless nights on top of work and school. It doesn’t even scratch the surface…. He takes your silence as a sign to not go further on the subject. The man sighs as he takes a seat, “Well, the next bus won’t be here for a while.” You hesitantly take yours next to him. “Name’s Benjamin. What’s yours?”.

“Y/N. It’s Y/N.”,you shyly replied. You were running out of things to talk about without seeming too stressed from what just happened. Luckily, your route so happens to come up to the stop, giving you an utter rush of relief. The old, wet, squeaky doors open in front of you and you rise from the bench. You turned to Benjamin and gave him a small farewell smile.

He smiles back and waves, “Nice meeting you, Y/N. Have a good one.” You go on to enter your bus and sit in the very back where nobody else was. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but it’s almost as if you feel like you’ve met him before? Or maybe even just seen him in public? No… that's not it. Oh well. You don't have the mental capacity to be thinking about this. So you reach into your bag and pull out your earbuds to drown out the world for right now.

The rest of the way home was a blur. You don't even remember walking into your apartment. Almost like a trance.. It wasn't until you slammed the front door that took you out of your thoughts.

Darkness….

That was all what accompanied you; and you were fine with that. Accepting being alone was nothing new. Granted, it made life difficult sometimes. But ever since these… dreams… nightmares… visions… whatever they are; you want nothing more than to just be LEFT ALONE. You drop your belongings on the couch closest to you and head towards your room. The dark and dreary hallway is engulfed by the pitch black shadow of night. You drag your feet against the carpet; you’re exhausted. Hell, that’s not even the start of it. At this point, it’s the vein of your existence. You enter your room and it’s still slightly dirty from this morning because you were almost late to the bus. You plop yourself down to your bed facing the ceiling. This… all of this… it's too much. The dreams. The stress. The fear..

Is it really getting to your head? At this point, who really knows. And if you talk about it, who's gonna believe you? Your friends? Family?? Nobody can help you. The more you think about it, the more you feel like the world is suffocating you. Your chest is pounding with your heartbeat. You try to calm yourself down by slowly closing your eyes and breathing in through your nose and out from your mouth. You do this enough so you feel comfortable to open your eyes again. A tear escapes from your eye and trickles down the right side of your head. The second you noticed, it was all over. There was no stopping it, at least for a while. You turned to your side as you quietly sobbed the night away and eventually fell into slumber.

Some hours passed and you awakened with a headache. Finally getting up from your bed, your feet padded across the floor and you get to the kitchen. You reach your arms out slightly to find the lightswitch and your eyes scrunch up when it turns on. Crying a lot really gets you dehydrated so you grab a glass of water from the sink. There is a window above the sink and you gaze at the night sky. It looks… peaceful. Everything seems like it’s in a standstill and you wish with all your heart you could be a part of that. Just for once to be in peace. You take a moment to try to gather your thoughts. Nowadays with this hellish nightmare, what’s there to think about anymore? And who’s gonna care? You sigh and take a sip. As you lower the glass from your lips, you fixate on the leaky faucet. “Is this my life now?”, you asked yourself. The light starts to flicker for a moment and goes out. A heavy sigh escapes your lips, “Ugh, why now?”. You turned to find the lightswitch again and attempted to turn them back on but to no avail. "Stupid wires… even more stupid apatment…”.

You lower your hand from the switch and suddenly feel the air thicken. Your body is gradually getting the pins and needles all over. This makes you shiver to your core. You want to move. You want to retreat back to your room but you can't. You can't move an inch. It's almost as if there's something keeping you in that spot. A faint ringing resonates in your eardrums. They're getting louder. Louder. LOUDER. You harshly wince at the volume. The pain is getting too much and you try to cover your ears. Your face is scrunched up so hard, it might even get stuck. The noise is persistent and there's no stopping it. With all your might, you attempt to combat the noise with your own. You scream, "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO MEEEE!?".

And just like that, it stopped. Still holding your head in your hands, you try to breathe. The air grows cold, you can see it in your breath. You slowly gain as much composure as you can. You reach for your ears only to feel some blood coming out of one side. Palpitations are almost setting in. The volume of your chest starts to rise and lower rapidly. Your blood pressure is rising by the second. An unsettling presence invades your home as you try to gather yourself until you hear..

“There you are….” His voice was like poison in the air.

“You, my dear, were a hard one to find…”

[yuckie-obsessive]

The boys being a little sweet on [y/n] ♥︎

[captainthomasrobbie]

Hello people from different fandoms! Did you know that my biggest project yet is airing 13th February?

A choose-your-story movie/game is on YouTube on ROBIN SWEETS STUDIOS channel!

So many fandoms get their own ending, which fandom is the strongest? Can you find your own ending?

Europe time- 15pm

Tennessee and around- 8am

Other timelines idk, I'm sorry.

[agent-aventurine]

hyperfixing on darkiplier again, gosh I love this man so much<3

Emapthy

Fic Request: Can I have Dark with a female that has the power to feel others feelings and can’t really control the extend to which she uses her power, so she ends up crying over Dark’s pain. Preferably something fluffy.

People carried their emotions like clothing. They didn’t realise it sometimes, but often enough you could see, or more or less feel, what a person’s mood is that day. And to keep your thoughts organised, you set peoples moods into weather patterns. 

The egos were prime examples of wild weather changes. Host was moody, but also emotionless too; so his moods were cloudy with shimmering rays of sunlight through the dark cover. Those rays varied between shades of yellow, gold and silver, but they told you a story within each colour.

The Jims were sunny days. Never a dull or blue moment when they were around. They were always full of energy and just being around them made you feel brighter inside. Even when they were frustrated or being scolded, their sunny days only grew hotter or windier.

Wilford was…. there was never a simple weather pattern with the showman. One minute he could be a gentle rain-storm. Refreshing and calm, doing his own thing as he slaves over his next piece of show-business. Then suddenly it’s like the apocalypse broke through the sky. And a tornado of fractured sunlight and old memories would whirl around you. It was far too much and you usually left at the soonest opportunity.

But the one you’ve tried to avoid the most is Dark. You’ve met him once in passing. A quick nod of acknowledgement as he passes you in the Iplier Mansion. And you couldn’t even look at him. The sense of dread and hatred was a ever growing pressure against the temples of your skull. But what floored you the most was the pain. The storm of pain and regret. Waves of two emotions would slam against the shores of your mind and it shattered your thoughts, clawing at your chest until you couldn’t breath from under the pressure. 

And that was only in passing. You dreaded the day you would meet him properly and have to act normal as that storm slammed into you. 

And unfortunately, that day was today. 

You felt the cold presence of the growing storm as Dark approached you. It was like that first cold gust of wind, the calm before the lighting and thunder and chilling rain. 

You braced yourself. Your smile somewhat hesitant as Dark greeted you. His voice lost on the ghostly howls of his emotions. You were swept up into it before you could grab onto something. Ice cold rain battered against your skin. Wind as sharp as razors ripped and tugged on your clothes, screaming in agony and rage as you attempted to reply to Dark’s question. 

Lightening flashed overhead and thunder made the floor shake under your feet. You fell to the floor. Terror gripping you as red and blue lightening split the sky apart. Voices roared and shrieked in your mind. The tornado of hate took away your voice and left you breathless; gasping for breath as you clutched the nearest thing to you. 

Dark knew what a panic attack was. He’s dealt with them himself, but this was different. It felt different. He let you hold his hand in your white-knuckle grip. He coached your breathing, hoping you could hear him over whatever horror your mind and body was torturing you with. 

Tears ran like rivers down your cheek and Dark would never admit it, but he felt his heart-break at the sight. 

“Easy, love. Breath, (y/n) I’m right here. Hold on.” He could only kneel beside you and comfort you. Let you tear away from whatever had a hold of you. 

It felt like an eternity, but your gaze finally came out of the glazed, distant stare and locked onto Dark. A wave of exhaustion crashed over you and Dark moved closer, offering some support.

“I-I’m so sorry.” You sobbed. You wrapped your arms around him so quickly Dark didn’t have time to react. He jerked back in shock, but settled once he felt your embrace. He laid his hands on your back. Keeping you against him as you cried into his chest. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, (y/n). Everything is ok. I have panic attacks sometimes too-” 

“N-No. Your pain. Your emotions… I c-can feel them. The two voices inside you tearing you apart. I-I’m sorry you have to live like this. It’s…. It’s horrible.” 

Dark’s eyes widened. You could sense them. Damien and Celine? You could…. feel them? 

“How…?” Dark started. But found himself too surprised to finish his question. 

“I-I have this gift. It allows me to see and feel the emotions of others. I felt yours when we first met, and it terrified me. But this… feeling it upfront was…” Your voice trailed off as the memory of the screaming voices flashed through your mind. You were glad your gift had lost steam and gradually fell away. Anymore of that and you knew you’d pass out. 

Dark said nothing. His arms tightened around you for a brief moment. Then, Dark stood and helped you to your feet. 

“I should be the one apologising. I should have known about your gift.” Dark mumbled. Frustration colouring his tone before he composed himself. “And this torment is what I deserve. You are the only one I would explain this too, but you deserve such a response. Do not question, or sympathise my pain. I deserve it. And I am sorry for what I did to you.” Dark squeezed your hand one last time before pulling away and hurriedly exiting the room.

When he was gone, you felt your chest lift and the chill evaporated from your skin. But the pain was still in your chest. You felt it whenever Dark was nearest. And you felt that even if he did deserve it, you would help him ease that storm.