#the Actor

[alcordraws]

Every day I remember when Mr mark I plier rewired every neuron in my brain when he dropped Who Killed Markiplier in the year of our lord 2k17.

He said here's my little bundle of ocs, they're all kinda morally gray, this one is an actor and a terrible person and also a self insert. His brains been gooped by the malevolent entity that is his mansion and now he and everyone in this world is not allowed to die. Trust me he's tried. Many times. Also here are the backstories to two well loved characters who both started off as jokes. They're both insanely tragic and explaining their deal requires a Charlie Kelly manic corkboard worth of information. Do you like time loops? Time loops are very important going forward. Also this one piano piece is gonna haunt you forever now.

And it was for FREE

[acecroft]

ALAN WAKE 2: Night Springs DLC - Episode 3 "Time Breaker"

[autumn0689]

Sam is SO me lol

[mountaindook]

Made my first edit today. Using a template but baby steps right??

[thomothysdoodles]

i think he’s had enough to drink for tonight

[ricky-tiki-tah]

I need someone to draw Actor Mark in this

[kevinzhechair]

When when when, When Yancy is Actors son in your au

[chromacryptid]

Ego enjoyers rejoice i have found an old piece i never posted!! Something something failed intervention

[scullys-scalpel]

[f3l1c1af0x]

Luna time yall (the oldest and tallest)

she really loves those gloves and skirt I wonder why *wink wink*

also she isn't a tiger like her younger siblings because she got it from her dad uh yeah

[doctordiscord123]

Whumptober 2024: Stitches

Dr. Iplier meets a man, and things get...hazy, after that.

For @whumptober, @whumptober-archive

Commission Info | Buy me a ko-fi

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Dr. Iplier hummed softly as he worked, eyes glazed over, a dull, red sheen to otherwise warm, tired brown eyes. He didn’t mind the twitching of his patient, just made sure to grip his chin harder, holding him steady as he worked oh so slowly. Nearby, he could hear his next patient’s muffled whimpers, and he glanced over, a smile easy on his face, sterile gloves slick with spots of blood. “Now now, it’ll be your turn soon. Don’t make me rush now~”

The patient in his grasp jerked, and Dr. Iplier looked back to him, needle still held between two fingers. Yancy. That was his name. Dr. Iplier had vague memories about him…holding him…kissing him…he shook his head, and smiled, raising the needle and pressing it to his bottom lip. “I’m almost done. Just hold still, and this will all be over soon.”

“Fuck you!” The words were partially slurred, only half his mouth available to speak. He jerked again in Dr. Iplier’s grasp, fighting the duct tape that bound him to the chair. “Doc – I don’ understand –”

“Shh…” Dr. Iplier patted his face, and pushed the needle through. Yancy flinched and whimpered as Dr. Iplier pulled the thick, black thread through the wound and up through another puncture through his top lip. Already, about half of Yancy’s mouth was sewn shut, his lips bulging against the tight thread. And Dr. Iplier worked steadily, evenly, slowly but assuredly sewing the rest of his mouth shut.

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[lostcybertronian]

"ill always be there for you" and “You’re a terrible liar.” for either marmien or actor and dark ? Make it hurt.

Turning. Emerging into consciousness draped in soft, silk sheets. His head pounded with the beginnings of the world's worst hangover.

Damien opened his eyes, squinted against the light pouring through the cracked curtains, and hoped fervently it was still morning.

One glance at the alarm clock on the-- mahogany, clearly expensive-- bedside table confirmed it was not; it was early afternoon.

Damien scrambled, throwing the covers aside and swinging his bare legs over the side, not sparing a thought for why he wasn't wearing any clothes, and why were his clothes from the party last night all over the floor?

The world tilted, a wave of dizziness washing over him suddenly, and he thought he might tip over, if not for the hand taking his arm, firm and warm.

"You stayed." Said the groggy voice from the opposite side of the bed, and Damien twisted to see Mark, blinking his eyes open, a soft smile gracing his face.

Damien melted a little. "Of course I did," he murmured, remembering last night, the stripping of clothes and the running of hands over skin. Out of every guest at Mark's party, he was only now remembering who it was he'd went to bed with. "I wouldn't just leave." He cocked his head. Smiled. "Didn't I say I'd always be there for you?"

"Well, get back over here, then." Mark tugged on his arm. "I know you have nowhere better to be."

Damien snorted, opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again and slipped back under the covers.

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"You're a bad liar." Mark picked up the empty wine bottle, examined it for a moment, and threw it. It shattered on impact against the opposite wall, inches from Dark's head.

Dark didn't flinch. He leaned back and rested his head against the rotting, cracking plaster. Looked up at the decaying ceiling like it held revelation. Maybe it did. "To which instance are you referring?"

"I'll always be there for you." Mark said, putting in a flawless reproduction of Damien's cadence. Of his earnest, genuine, puppy-dog love. This was absorbed by the closed in box of the second-floor corridor, the Manor eager to eat up anything and everything. He leaned forward, draping his arms over his drawn knees. "Is that how you put it?"

"Careful." Dark warned. Wine-drunk aggression and decades-deep exhaustion warred for dominance in the blue-red stammering of his outline. "Celine never was too thrilled about that."

Mark coughed a sharp bark of a laugh. "She going to wake up?"

Dark snorted, and one half of his dead, gray mouth twitched up into a bitter smile. "Fuck, no."

Mark smiled; it was really a drawing back of the lips from the teeth. For a moment he flickered. Now a rotted corpse. Now a young man, handsome and in his prime. "I think, then, I can say what I like."

[acecroft]

The Actor

[fuffleton]

i’m right about their friendship dynamic pre!wkm do not get me started.. they make me violently ill 😭😭

[candyredmusings]