#markiplier hot

[caveguy22]

Markiplier once said--

I have never made an edit quite like this before.

[squeeshh]

before the fall.

[infinite-infinite-stars]

Imagine being the former staff at Markiplier Manor and thinking "boy, that was fucked up, but at least I got out of it unscathed. Surely my life can only get better from here" and then two years later the stock market crashes.

[bubblesbinxs]

dark + f7

his white heist suit might be my favorite but i still love his date one dearly<3

[boobookiss]

hey so

*Femmes your darkiplier*

[sybersepticeye]

they are now all in the bath

[the-ideal-iplier]

No coat doctor?

So basically, this is what he’s wearing under that doctor coat of his. And you’ll get to see him and his multiple other facial expressions in his second date :)))

Who knows? Maybe some other egos have second date outfits too? Oooooohhhh

Anyway I love himmmm WAAAA 💚💚💚

[seraph-draws-stuff]

he definitely only paid for like half of his groceries

[thetinytaco]

It lies beyond the veil

a one hour wip painting of Mark in his new Iron Lung trailer

[leobashi]

SEND IN PRIDE REQUESTS!!

Icons, prompts, egos, idk make it gay, and I’ll draw some!

There is no guarantee that I’ll do all of them, I’ll get to them when and while I can

[onthecrosslook]

Posting this here because it deserves attention

[ghostf1ux]

Hot definitely not murderer bodyguard man

[nyxxx-777]

Hot girls create intense fictional scenarios to fill the void of no romance in their life

[cosmosisfold]

i think people who hate rpf in the mcyt sphere should be forced to interact with the markiplier choose your own adventure series. yknow. the ones that are explicitly viewer/markiplier rpf.

[xnaderblog]

in order to satiate the brain, here’s some excerpts from my vicious captain idea:

(also this is as close as my interpretation of the captain can get)

“the multiverse is littered with the corpses of your failures.”

“god if you keep telling me that i’ll make sure that you join them!”

you grab the muzzle of her pistol, and even though she fires it, you force it away from you. the burning of the recent blast scalds your hand, and the pressure you use to keep your grip steady forces the crystal to cut deeper into your palm. hot red blood trickles down your wrist, but it doesn’t dissuade you.

you rush towards mark as he falls to the floor, a burnt hole in his chest. she points her blaster at you next, trying to frighten you off with the threat of death. as you’re knelt down to mark, you grab the wrench he keeps on his belt, and you take the opportunity of her yelling at you to bring the wrench up, hard against her face. she screams in agony, holding her blaster to her face, you got her good, just below the eye.

you weren’t afraid of action before, and the addition of immortality only encourages your actions.

mark sees the rage that boils underneath your skin, how your white hot anger seeps into your eyes and makes you feel… dangerous.

she approaches from a portal, a bandage covering her eye. what a pity, she’s ran into you before and didn’t learn her lesson.

you beat against the cryo door until your hands were bloody, but you were never able to get through. you were alive, but rotting, and watching as your poor engineer begged for you to save him.

your anger boils over, and you kick against the cryo chamber door until it opens. before the computer can even wake up your head engineer, you grab the fire extinguisher and hurl it at the bridge window. it shatters, and the vacuum of space sucks you out of the ship, your lungs collapsing in seconds. your death is quick but painful, and then you wake back up in your cryo chamber. maybe you wanted to just confirm your suspicions, or maybe you just wanted to feel something again.

the next time you wake up from cryo sleep, you push open the door, expecting chaos, you’re used to it now. so what met you instead made your blood run cold. the bridge was dark, everything was, and when you tried to get the ship to tell you the problem, it was quiet too. you pried open your head engineer’s cryo pod, to find it empty. every pod was, besides your own. you do not die quickly, but it is lonely, and you think that if you wait, someone will come for you. and then the thought crosses your mind, if you die, will you come back to a dead ship? or will you see your beloved crew once again.

…you’d do anything to just hear mark’s voice.

“captain?”

when your head engineer finally tore open your cryo pod, there was nothing left of you, save for the blood smeared on the walls inside.

there are pages scattered all over the ship, and they’re familiar to you, you’ve seen these once before. there are many littering the cryo pod that you usually wake up in, but they all say roughly the same phrase, “don’t wake the captain.” it’s foreboding, and you move through the darkness further, searching for any sign of life.

[dancing-heart-pony]

Pride Art, Day 13: Beach + Sign

As if I needed an excuse to draw shirtless Dark… 😤