#markiplier tame the sun

[kats-shadow]

TAME THE SUN!

[vkinkantation]

It leads me into a perfectly dark room, a pitch-black room that I soon began to paw about in. I never found any walls. So I rushed back into the building and grabbed my 100K-lumen "Tame The Sun" flashlight. I went through the door, and I activated Turbo Mode. It was... beautiful. But then I realized where I was.

I was in the home of the VVitch.

(yes this is a markiplier reference)

You keep having dreams about a door. On your first day at a new job, you find a door that matches the one in your dream. You open it and…

[mangled-dreams]

Dealings with a Devil (Part 10)

Dealings with a Devil (Part 10)

Reader X Darkiplier

You, Reader, have made a deal with what you believed to be a fantasized version of your favorite YouTuber’s alter ego, Darkiplier after he’d visited you in a dream. You believed Darkiplier to only exist in your dreams and on Markiplier’s YouTube channel, but by some impossible way he’s real and he intends on collecting on your debt to him.

Drying your hair you sit on your bed. Today you’ll be going to the beach. Sean had offered to join you. He likes the beach, Mark on the other hand declined. His odd dislike of the ocean makes him more endearing to you. You could almost see him just standing on the sand and flipping the ocean off, shouting a loud, ”fuck you ocean!”

You’d declined Sean’s offer. Telling him to enjoy his time at the convention and you’d see him later in the evening for the far well dinner. He reluctantly agreed. You look at your phone and see a few funny photos from both Mark and Sean. Both turned around and making faces at the camera with the other in the background. You laugh at the photos before setting your phone back down.

This week has been packed with just an over load of different emotions and events it’s hard to even believe it’s real. Your date with Dark hadn’t been what you’d expected. He was tamed and polite and… honest. Well, it’s not like he isn’t those things normally, but he was less guarded and defensive about your questions. It’d been nice, enlightening in more than one way.

You’d learned a lot and it’s nice not being in the complete dark about everything. Dark is fulfilling your deal and in turn you are… kind of doing the same? At least, he expects you to, but can you really make a creature like Dark happy? Eventually you’ll grow old, you’ll die and he’ll be alone. You tried to explain your true intention with the deal was for him to be free from obligations and be able to find love with someone who will always be at his side, someone that won’t die after a few decades.

Sighing you stand, walking to your partially packed suit cases and drop your towel, dressing in a pretty floral pattern two piece. You put on sunscreen before putting the over coat/towel thing your mother insisted you take with you. It coves you, but it feels bulky.

Deciding again the towel dress…thing, you take it off and grab a swimsuit cover up with skull and cross bone pattern. Wrapping it around your chest, you tie it behind your neck and look yourself over in the mirror. Not bad.

You take your portable phone charger, cord, and extra supplies; you plan on sun bathing for a while before walking around the boardwalk. Taking the elevator you meet your waiting car and quietly enjoy the ride to the beach.

It’s bigger than you originally thought and with so much to look at and buy. Honestly, it’s a little overwhelming as you make your way to the beach. Bright and colorful you feel at home with all the various pieces of art on display in some of the privately owned galleries. Spotting a hand blown glass butterfly you know your mother would like it. The woman loves butterflies.

Walking along the beach you find a small unclaimed area and set up your little spot. A small sun umbrella to protect your head for the most part, towel spread out on the sand.  Adding a little more sunscreen to your face you lie down and close your eyes.

It doesn't take long for the sun to seep into your skin, warming even your bones. You can't help but drift off a little...well, at least for what feels like a few minutes before a voice cuts into your solitude.

“Well, well, well, what have we here? An angel come down from heaven to sun bathe?” your swear it's Wilford's voice. But Mark is at the convention and he hates the ocean. You know you'll probably regret this, but you slowly open an eye and look up.

“Wilford?” you say shocked. “W-what are you doing there?” you ask sitting up, looking around for Sean, or Ethan, or Tyler, anyone else. You can't help but smile a little at the outfit Wilford is in. Tan colored cargo shorts, a tucked in sunshine yellow button up and his trade mark pink suspenders, bow tie, and mustache, but it's the hat he has on that makes it absolutely funny to you. He's wearing a safari hat. It's actually quite fitting for the journalist, but it still begs the question why he's at the beach.

“Well hello my dear.” Wilford says sitting down next to you in the sand. You simply stare at him.

“Wilford, what are you doing here? Mark is supposed to be at the convention.” you say softly but slightly panicking.

“And he is, my dear. I came on my own today.” Wilford says confusing you further.

“What do you mean?” you ask readjusting your towel before giving Wilford you full attention. His on the other hand is sweeping you up and down. “Wil!” you snap earning his attention back to your face.

“I'm sorry my dear, but you look so... delightful.” He tells you in the tone and way only unique to him. You sigh and roll your eyes at him.

“Please focus, Wilford.” you say a little annoyed with the pink mustached man. You notice his hair is longer that Mark’s currently and it’s pink again. When you saw Mark yesterday his hair was back to it’s natural dark brown. “Where is Mark?” you ask in a serious tone.

Wilford waves his hand at you, as if dismissing your question. “He's fine, my dear. He's happily talking with this “fans” at the convention.” Wilford says using air quotes. You know it irks him that he doesn't get as much fan mail as Mark does.

“Then what are you doing here?” you ask smirking at him.

“I came to spend time with you.” he tells you as if it should be so very obvious. You look him over.

“You couldn't have worn something...that would blend in a little better?” you ask still smirking.

“What's wrong with what I'm wearing now? I think I look quite dashing.” Wilford says and you have to agree with him. He does look rather dashing. Yellow and pink are definitely his colors. You chuckle a little.

“Okay, I will give you that.” you say noticing a few people stopping to stare at you. You wonder if they can actually see Wilford, or if you look crazy. You've been wondering that a lot lately...

“A-Are you cosplaying as Wilford?” A young woman about thirteen asks looking directly at Wilford.

Wilford seems to beam at the young woman and jumps to his feet. “My dear, I'll have you know, you are speaking to the one and only Wilford Warfstache. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Wilford says  holding his hand out. The young woman blushes and giggles as she shakes Wilford's hand.

“Is this your girlfriend?” she asks looking to you with question in her eyes. You blink, a little confused.

Before you can deny the claim Wilford butts in with, “my dear, this is my lovely companion, but enough about us, tell me what can I do for you?” You roll you eyes and stand up, brushing off the sand from your legs.

“C-can I get a photo and an autograph?” she asks a little intimidated by Wilford's full height. You smile, the poor girl. Wilford himself can be such a handful.

“Why of course young lady. I, Wilford Warfstache, would be delighted to take a photograph with you.” Wilford says happily. You smile as you watch the girl's mother take a photo of the two. Wilford giving a big goofy smile. You laugh softly as the girl received her autograph and left with her mother.

“You're such a ham, Wilford.” you tell him sitting down with the man in peace once again. You spend the next two hours talking with Wilford, at one point you'd taken to talking along the board walk, looking through different shops.

“Oh, I think you would look simply ravishing in this little number.” Wilford says holding up a barely there dress you'd never wear willingly.

“No, Wilford, put it down before I make you wear it.” you tell him jokingly. Wilford chuckles but puts the dress down and continues through the rack he's looking through. You find a few things for your brothers and for your dad, you've already found something for you mom, so you don't have to worry about that. You prefer to buy handcrafted things rather than the touristy stuff like t-shirts or hands with the city or attraction's names on it.

“Wilford, are you ready?” you ask heading to the register to buy your goods. Wilford bounds over to you, it's rather funny to watch him move through the isle with the three items in his arms.

“What do you think?” he asks holding up a pink beret in front of the had he's currently wearing. You tilt your head, looking him over before nodding. He seems to like the hat a lot, so who are you to deny him that little pleasure.

You look at the other two items and raise a brow. “Am I paying?” you ask chuckling a little.

“If you would dear. I promise to pay you back.” he says, his promises hold very little water.  You roll you eyes but nod your head and set you items down.

“Wow, you really like Markiplier.” the man behind the counter says looking Wilford over.

“No, he's a fan of Wilford.” you correct before letting Wilford talk.

“Right...” the man responded quickly ringing up your items. You hand over a few notes to the man before taking your items and leaving the small shop. You walk a little more with Wilford, offering to buy ice cream for the pair of you.

“Oh, that would be delightful.”

You share an ice cream before you tell him you have to head back to the hotel and get ready for your farewell dinner. He reluctantly agrees to let your time together end, disappearing before you can say a proper goodbye. You frown. Why do they like to do that too you?

Part 11