#darkiplier fanfic

[intolerable-sushi]

I am sad and lonely so I am writing a Dark x reader angst story. Here is a small snippet.

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The road to vengeance was paved in blood and sweat. It was a path Dark had no trouble taking. Friendships and bonds were not something he saw value in so using and killing people to get his way was a very casual thing for him. The only thing he truly wanted at the end of the day was to bestow the same suffering onto Mark as he did to everyone around him. However, despite his best efforts to focus on the task at hand on thing continued to plague his mind. Someone from the past who continued to haunt him no matter how hard he tried to forget.

The attorney. His attorney.Damiens's attorney

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[ouat-in-spare-oom-of-rivendell]

Cause of Death, Chapter 9

Now available on Ao3!

#darkiplier x da #darkiplier imagine #darkiplier fic #darkiplier fanfic #darkiplier x reader #Cause of Death #Cause of Death fic #ao3 author #ao3 links #who killed markiplier fanfic

[puppeteered-poetry]

[ FEAR ] with Darkiplier? I rarely see him portrayed as actually scary in fics, and you write intimidating really well.

At first I was unsure, I know them personally, but they were very excited about it, and I saw it, and I'm here for it so here we go.

Warnings: Written in second person (addressing the reader as a part of the fic) and contains harm towards the reader.

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   How had you ended up here again? The same lonely, cold void ringing in your ears, your eyes trying to widen enough to see anything.

   There they are. The reason for it. As they stare at you, you begin to recall the steps leading to this.

    You were separated from Mark. They step closer. You two were investigating a haunted house. Another step. The Windows broke when he split up with you.

     Dark towers over you. You try to step back and hit a wall you didn’t know existed. They place a hand on the wall over your shoulder, their eyes are intense in their glare.

     “Well… If it isn’t our Little Monster… Trapped, like a fly in a spider’s web.” Their voice hurts your ears, and they’re so close. Their aura sickens you, roaring and bright. Too much. 

     You try to scoot your way out of this encounter, they grip your shoulder.

     “Did I say you could leave?” They chastise. They’re mocking you. “No? That’s right… You don’t listen to me, I’ve noticed. You’ve been ignoring my words… So let me help it stick.”

     Dark took out an ornate dagger, roses etched into the blade.

     And they plunge it into your shoulder, to the wall. You’re stuck. It’s wedged deep.

     “I used to find it frustrating, how you continue participating in this endless, fruitless endeavor… Now I laugh. You will never understand, will you?”

     Dark paced away, glitching a chair to sit down. Ornate, clearly Victorian era, with spider-web brocade upholstery. They have a wine glass in their hands.

     “Don’t worry… I will help you. You will understand. I will keep you here. Liberation from being the forever pawn. If your “hero”,” They practically spat, voice dripping with vitriol, “Manages to pull his head out of his ass and realize you are missing… He may duel for you. But I do not expect him to win. You and I will stay here, beyond the Ouroborus. We will be free.” 

     Dark smiled. A cold glint to their teeth, their dark eyes. “Why don’t you sit down?” They laugh sadistically, an unseen force ripping you free from the knife. You grab your bleeding shoulder as they drag you to a matching chair. 

      “Oh, my little Monster… I think you’re going to enjoy your stay.”

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[ipromiseicanexplain]

Until I Found You - Chapter 2

Notes: darkiplier x reader, getting into it now ;) but very slowly

TW: guns, violence, blood

Wilford wanted to throw you a party. Something about celebrating how you’re at the manor now, finally. He had written out invitations for everyone that said that the party started at 5 pm. You spent most of the day in your room, as you hadn’t gotten used to the new situation you were in yet. Eventually, your stomach grumbled, forcing you to go downstairs in search of food. There were what seemed like thousands of balloons tied to the bannister. You ran your fingers through the strings of the groups of balloons that were tied, watching them bounce into each other as you moved them. Once you got downstairs you saw that there were even more decorations, just everywhere. Streamers, balloons, anything you could think of. Wilford was already down there setting up a table in the middle of the living room.

“Y/N! You’re the only person that’s come down to enjoy the party so far.”

“It’s like 2 pm, the invitations did say 5. I was coming down to grab some food,” you replied.

“Well perfect! I have a bunch of food right here!”

“Oh no, this is your food for the party, I couldn’t-” you were cut off by endless amounts of food being put in your hands. You sat eating with Wilford for about an hour. He told you all of his plans for the party. You helped him set up a few more decorations (not that you thought he needed more, but you didn’t tell him that).

After that was done, he left you downstairs and started collecting the other egos and brought them down into the living room. Dr Iplier and The Host looked the most uncomfortable and they sat together talking quietly. The Jim’s were documenting the occasion. Yancy and Illinois were bickering over what music should be played. Yancy wanted some show tunes while Illinois wanted some soft jazz. Wilford walked in wearing a pink satin shirt, and took the controls from both of them and played some 80s disco music.

He walked over to you and asked you to get Darkiplier from up in his study. You walked up the stairs, hitting the balloon strings back on the way up. You walked down the long hallway and knocked on the door to his study. He told you to come in. You slowly opened the door and entered the room. On the right side of the room, there was a dark wooden desk he was sitting at with a couple of leather seats opposite him. On the left side of the room in front of the door there was a small round table and a few tall bookshelves filled with books. They all looked old but well kept and you wondered what stories they were filled with. You look back to his desk and found him looking up at you. You realised you hadn’t spoken since you’d been let into the room. You shook your head trying to shake the embarrassment off.

“Oh, Wilford asked me to get you to come downstairs.” Darkiplier sighed.

“I see. I’ve already told him multiple times that I have too much work to do.”

“Oh- sorry. I- I didn’t know, I’ll just go then” You started to close the door and head back outside when Darkiplier started speaking again.

“You were looking at my bookshelves?”

“Uh, yeah, it's- you have a lot of books,” You said as you opened the door again. He chuckled.

“That I do. Do you enjoy reading?”

“Yeah. I love reading. Do you mind if I-” you trailed off, gesturing to the bookshelf. “Not at all.”

You stepped fully back into the room and closed the door. You walked closer to the bookshelves as he stood up from his desk. You ran your fingers through the air in front of the books, slightly afraid to touch them. You skimmed through the titles. He had all sorts of books in here, there would be something for everyone.

“You can borrow a couple if you’d like” You jumped. You’d sort of forgotten that he was there.

“Really?” You stayed a few minutes longer to pick out a couple of the books you thought you would like. You were just about to thank Darkiplier and leave him to go back to the party downstairs when you heard a smash from downstairs followed by some gunshots.

Darkiplier turned his head toward the door at the sound and brushed past you. You placed the books on the edge of the table and followed him. You caught up to him at the top of the staircase but he put his arm out to stop you from heading down.

“No, you’re staying up here.”

“But, what if-”

“Stay. Here.” He took a moment to give you a short look to let you know he was serious. You stayed in the hallway pacing, fearing that someone had gotten hurt. You couldn’t take it anymore, and you made your way downstairs. You got to the doorway of the living room to see Wilford shoot someone a couple of times before wiggling his gun at their dead body.

“It’s rude to turn up uninvited to a party.” You glanced around the room, scanning everyone. It seemed like no one had gotten hurt, no one except the intruders of course.

“And now look what you’ve done to our carpet,” Wilford continued. You noticed the red starting to stain the white fluffy carpet. Darkiplier turned to look at Wilford and noticed you standing in the doorway.

“I told you to stay upstairs.”

After the short lecture Darkiplier gave you, you went back upstairs and went straight to bed. You couldn’t sleep. Too many questions filled your mind. Who were these people? What did they want from me? How did they know where I was? It dawned on you that staying here might put everyone else in danger. Especially if these intrusions were a common occurrence.

#darkiplier x reader #darkiplier fanfic #markiplier egos #wil just wanted a fun party :( #this is a slow burn if you hadnt already guessed

[uniquewritersblock]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: youtube - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: darkiplier, Wilford Warfstache | William J. Barnum | The Colonel, Damien | The Mayor (Who Killed Markiplier?), Y/N | The District Attorney (Who Killed Markiplier?), Original Female Character(s), Yancy, Illinois - Character, Captain Magnum, Actor Mark - Character Additional Tags: minor PTSD, Who Killed Markiplier - Freeform, Angst, seriously she's been through a lot, my oc is canon thanks mark, having to share a body, District Attorney, dark's kind of an ass, ship it if you will i guess, Panic Attacks, tiny's gonna be a bean, tactical shovel - Freeform, Nightmares, extreme anger, she's gonna get better, dont worry she wont always be a bitch, let her vent for a bit, Audible Hallucinations, Visual Hallucinations, psychologically fucking with someone Series: Part 1 of What am I supposed to do? Summary:

Vivian had recently gotten out of the mirror she had been trapped in for a hundred or so years. The memories linger, even if the scars don't. Now Dark needs her to go get some people to help in his war.

#darkiplier fanfic #wkm da #wkm district attorney #markiplier fanfic #it'll get better i swear i was just drunk writing that last chapter

[lonelyrosegold]

One-sided Enemies + One-sided friends = lovers

One of my favorite fanfic trop is

Person A hating person B and being their enemies/will do anythingto ruin their day, Person B being oblivious to person A hatred towards them and just trying/thinking they are friends

And then all it takes is for person B to do one nice thing to person A (i.e giving them a gift/giving them a hug/in general showing they care about them or something) for them to be absolutely smitten

Person A just going from "I will kill you" to "I will kill for you"

Cliche and unrealistic?

yes

brings joy to my little heart?

also yes💕

#iswm mack x reader #linked universe x reader #iplier egos x reader #egos x reader #revali x reader #fnaf x reader #monty x reader #darkiplier x reader #antisepticeye x reader #fanfic tropes #hetalia x reader #homestuck x reader #moondrop x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #bnha x reader #yandere x reader #mongomery gator #montgomery gator x reader #og post #unedited #sanders sides

[yuckie-obsessive]

Did You Miss Me?

Remembered ADWM when Dark says, “Did you miss me? I missed you- very much.” And now I wanna make a drabble on it.

Maybe a little variation on what happens in ADWM. Thinking of making a new HC where he can’t touch you unless you give him permission or initiate it first. Of course he can ask for it or give vague gestures in hopes you will accept him.

Darkiplier x Reader (gender neutral)

Set up: essentially the same intro as ADWM, but a little more intimate. Sfw only tho

~★~

You had become extremely disoriented from the rough switch in atmosphere. The ringing that echoed within your mind was not helping either. Your date was no where to be found and neither was the stage.

“Hello, darling.” A disembodied voice greeted. Then a monochrome figure appeared in front of you, though it was difficult to keep eyes on him when he was surrounded by blue and red doubles.

He straightened at your distress and the visual glitching subsided slightly.

He cleared his throat, “I missed you, dear. It’s been quite some time wouldn’t you say?” He took a step forward, extending a hand, only for you to take a step back in confusion. He clenched his hand and let it fall.

“My apologies, this must seem rather forward. Though I must admit,” his jaw clenched, “I’ve grown tired of this perpetual game we’ve been forced to play.”

He straightened his already perfect suit and sighed, “It doesn’t matter… surely you must be aware of this cycle by now?”

You had felt rather caught off by the consistent, repetitive actions you had been forced to perform. You slowly nodded.

“Then let me further enlighten you,” he waved his hand to summon different visions of your adventure so far, even things that have yet to occur. “You must understand this was all his plan (y/n). I have simply disrupted this game, if only momentarily.”

“How did you-“

“This isn’t our first encounter. We have met many times in the past.” His expression shifted, but returned so quickly that you thought you imagined it. “It was brought to my attention that he decided to drag you along once again. A shame he continuously removes your memories of his games… our little meetings. Manipulating the plot to suit his needs,” his sudden harsh tone and odd shattered reflection startled you. He took a breath so steady himself and moved closer, now towering over you. “I can take you from this wretched cycle… to show you what we had together,” once again, he offered his hand.

“Please, (y/n)…” His voice grew strained, “Let me in... Let me be everything you need,” his head tilted to whisper softly into your ear. Dangerously close yet still refraining from contact.

You looked to his hand and cautiously moved to take it, but hesitated.

“I promise you this, your every need will be met. Your heart’s desires fulfilled… Let me protect you now where I couldn’t before. Let me amend my mistakes…”

You felt a great sadness from his words. Letting your naive trust get the better of you, your hand lightly accepted his.

The moment your hands connected, he rushed to embrace you causing you to gasp. He buried his face into your neck, reciting apologies and promises of loyalty. The air grew lighter, and for the first time since you could ever remember, you felt lucid.

He removed himself and held your shoulders. His smile filled you with warmth.

“Let’s catch up, old friend.”

#ego #darkiplier #markiplier egos #dark #darkiplier x reader #reader insert #x reader #kie writes #kie’s post #gender neutral fanfic

[freakinglegs]

This piece comes with a fic (here’s the link) called “You Beat the SHIT Out of Darkiplier” that I wrote because I felt, y’know we’ve seen every other iteration of Dark kidnapping you! Why not have a fun, short, sweet, and to the point fic where you defend yourself against the man. <3

#markiplier fanart #markiplier egos #markiplier #darkiplier #mayor damien #wkm damien #dark #my artwork #digital art #artists on tumblr #fanart #glitchy boy #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #you beat the SHIT out of Darkiplier #I’m gonna go wwe on that summer sausage

[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.

#dark x reader #darkiplier x reader #writersofmark #darkiplier #reader insert #youtuber ego #markiplier ego x reader #ego fanfic #my wriitng

[otterlyinluv]

A touch of darkness (pt.1)

Link to part 2

Summary: Dark convinced himself he must stay as far away from you as possible for your sake. That all changes when you start experiencing feelings you hadn't before.

Pairing: Darkiplier x DA!Reader

Tags: sfw, pining, proximity, general confusion caused by feelings

A/N: This is the first time I posted my writing somewhere. Hope you like it! (there will be more romance in the next part)

Word count: 1.2k

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Damien, who always made sure you knew he was with you by touching you. Holding the small of your back when guiding you places. Putting a hand on your shoulder when you were getting mad at someone. Leaning into your touch when you held him.

But when you showed up at the new ego manor as a reincarnation from the mirror, Dark felt conflicted. You looked like the person he used to hold so frequently it became second nature. Even your soul was the same. But you weren't who you used to be. You didn't remember. At first, he kept a distance from you. Not an obscenely big one just enough to respect your private space.

And after a suspiciously short amount of time, he felt as if he was missing something. He felt an itch of sorts.

He found his eyes wandering to your hands. He wondered what it would be like to hold them. How they would feel compared to his. After thoughts such as these, he would shake his head in hopes that it would keep any similar ones at bay. After all, you were not his anymore.

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You were extremely confused. Any time you stood next to Dark to point out something on his computer, he always moved away even if it was just by an inch. Every time you tapped his shoulder to get his attention, he would stare at your hand for a split second. Even if you accidentally bumped into him, he would visibly freeze. It was official. Dark most probably hated you. Okay, maybe hate was a strong word, but he didn't want to be close to you, that's for sure.

You didn't even know why you minded it. You got plenty of hugs from Wilford and the occasional hand around your shoulder from Illinois, so it's not like you lacked physical contact.

While you were sure he at least tolerated you, he obviously didn't want to spend more time with you than necessary. But, seeing as you two worked together rather often, you were in a rather bad situation. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable. So, you tried not to invade his personal space as much as you could.

--

A knock on your already open door disturbed you from your task of tracking down where Mark could possibly be. Not looking up from the screen, you uttered a quiet "Come in". The familiar sound of dress shoes made you tear your eyes away from the computer. Dark stopped just in front of your desk.

"Oh. Hi, Dark."

He didn't usually come into your little corner office. If you could call it an office. You were the one to look for him when you needed something or to share any new discoveries.

"I received complaints about the computers... I worked out the issues with the others already."

"Oh, okay..." You let him join you on the other side of the desk. But before you could leave him your chair, he reached for the computer mouse and put his left hand on the other side. Which meant you were trapped between his arms. Great.

To ease the increasingly awkward atmosphere, you said: "I thought Google fixed problems with computers."

He replied after a couple of seconds. "It's more of an organizational issue. His program doesn't extend to the placement of the files."

You nodded your head. You could feel his shoulder on the back of your head. Whether it was his shoulder or not was only a guess. You've never been this close before. Given his distaste for such closeness, he must have been suffering.

Instead of focusing on your proximity, you opted to look at the monitor. Search by name. Copy. Paste to another folder. Search through already existing folders. Copy. Paste.

You couldn't understand why he insisted on being the one to rearrange the misplaced files when you were perfectly capable of doing so yourself. Granted, he was much faster and more efficient than you would ever be. The room was filled with clicks and your rapid heartbeat. He still hasn't moved from his original position. In fact, it seemed as if he was even closer than in the beginning.

He let out a deep sigh, which you felt on the top of your head. You assumed it was because he couldn't find the file he was looking for. Or you would, have you not been so terribly plagued by thoughts racing in your head.

"There are only a few files left." There was a deep rumble in his voice that you wouldn't have heard if he wasn't so close to you. You weren't used to this. At all. He always made it seem like he wanted to be as physically far away from you as possible, but with the way he stood right now...

You didn't mind it as much as you should have. The lack of distance felt suspiciously comforting even though it was something you weren't used to. It was quite peculiar.

"That should be all of them."

His hand started withdrawing from the mouse, so you turned around to thank him when you froze. His face was mere inches apart from your own. You didn't expect him to be so close. Because of the proximity, you noticed his eyes weren't a deep shade of brown like many of the other inhabitants' of the mansion. They were black like a starless night sky. The color was rather pleasing. For a split second, you could've sworn you saw his eyes flick to your lips. But before you could confirm whether it was actually true, his gaze was back in your eyes. He drew in a sharp breath.

"I... I should go." He shook his head, but you caught him by the hand before he could move any further.

"Wait. This seems familiar." His body went rigid at your words.

"Familiar in what way?"

"I don't know just you, me... us?"

His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Are you doing this? Have you discovered a new power of influencing minds and are testing it out on me?" Your lips spread in a cheeky smile.

"That is ridiculous." He said sharply. "Even if I had that sort of ability, I would never use it on you."

His tone of voice was harsh, but his eyes... Slightly wide, eyebrows furrowed as if he was offended by your accusation, but his eyes held feelings. Fear. Though you were unsure what exactly he was afraid of.

He pulled his hand from yours with surprising gentleness.

He opened his mouth as if to say something but shook his head. "I believe my work here is done."

Fixing his suit jacket lapels, he started making his way to the door.

You stood up abruptly.

"Wait!"

He stopped and turned towards you slowly.

You yourself were confused about your sudden urgency for him to stay. You half expected him to simply shake his head, chastise you for wasting his time, and go wherever he needed to go. But he didn't. He stood there. Waiting.

"I... I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

You swore something akin to disappointment appeared in his eyes before his look became neutral once again. He nodded his head and left the room.

You sank back in your chair. Why did you just do that? There was a foreign pang in your heart after you heard the door close. With each of his steps turning quieter and quieter, you felt like you were... missing something. You could not figure out what.

But maybe someone else could help.

#x reader #reader insert #darkiplier x reader #dark x reader #darkiplier #damien x da #wkm damien #damien the mayor #markiplier egos #iplier egos #writing #fanfic #imagines

[ipromiseicanexplain]

Until I Found You - Chapter 2.5

Notes: These .5 chapters are just short fillers that I think of from Dark’s perspective, enjoy :), takes place at the same time as chapter 2.

“You were looking at my bookshelves?” God what a pathetic excuse to learn more about the human. It worked though, they stayed. I watched them curiously skim through all of my books and I offered for them to borrow a couple. Usually, I articulate my words and well, but the question just slipped out of my mouth. I would never let any of the others borrow any of these books. I wouldn’t even let most of them lay a finger on them. Y/N seemed so intrigued by them though. It was strangely quiet around them. I couldn’t hear a single thought in their head. Maybe this was why Starlight wanted them. Humans were usually the most susceptible to my abilities. There was a smash from downstairs and Wilford’s gun went off. I rushed out of the room with Y/N close behind me. They were just about to go downstairs so I put my arm out to stop them. I went down to help the others downstairs. Of course, the human didn’t listen and came down anyway, but at least none of us got hurt. I helped Wil and the others clean up the mess that had been made before heading back upstairs to finish my work for the day. I noticed that Y/N had left their books on my table, and I went to make sure they got them. 

#darkiplier x reader #darkiplier fanfic #darkiplier fanfiction #darkiplier #markiplier egos #omg wow what a gentleman hes gonna return our books #also this was the only way i could figure out how to get some background story in there so youre welcome i guess we have an actual plot

[leighsartworks216]

Period Pains

Darkiplier x AFAB!reader

My period just started today and it’s killing me and instead of thinking about how I want to rip my uterus out, I’m writing this drabble

Warnings: talk of period stuff, if this subject will give you dysphoria please don’t read, just some fluff

Word Count: 843

Masterlist

When the sun rose and the birds began chirping, Dark awoke expecting to find you curled into his chest. Often he’d wake up closer to you than he ever believed possible, the blankets a tangled heap tying you together. But today, his arms were empty and the side of the bed opposite his was empty.

He searched the room first, but wherever he looked there was no sign of you.

His body cracked and creaked as he finally dragged himself out of bed. He no longer groaned and winced at the pain that rippled through his once-dead shell, though some days were worse than others. Today, he was grateful it was only a dull pain. It would have been completely unnoticeable had you been there.

The only sound throughout the small house he resided in with you was his footsteps as he padded down halls, peeking into doors. Your vacancy was beginning to worry him. He could feel afterimages of himself re-checking rooms, looking around frantically, grabbing at the walls to propel themselves forward. They were startled away when a beep sounded out from the kitchen.

Dark, in all honesty, didn’t remember walking the rest of the way there. If he teleported, he didn’t think too much on it, because he was too focused watching you pull out a tray from the oven.

“Dearest,” his sudden presence made you jump and almost drop the tray, but he had the good sense to wait until you were holding it over the stove to speak, “what are you doing baking at this hour?”

You awkwardly turned off the oven as it began to beep again, and pointed to the clock on the wall. “It’s only 7:23.”

Even though his eyes were completely dark, you could tell he rolled them. “You know what I mean.” He gestured around the kitchen to the mess you’d left out, not judgmentally, but certainly accusatorially. “Why did you get up so early to make brownies? I would have been happy to help you when we woke up, together.”

“Uhm, well, you see,” you fidgeted with your hands, talking almost a mile a minute, “I woke up at like 3 and I was really craving chocolate so I got up and I had a little bit of candy, but then I remembered we had brownie mix in the pantry so I just sorta impulsively decided to make them.”

Dark’s brow furrowed. “You don’t usually have cravings that strong, dear.”

You fidgeted even more, but now you wouldn’t meet his gaze. You played it off as though you were simply grabbing a knife to cut the brownies.

“My love, tell me what’s wrong,” he cooed. When you turned back toward the brownies, Dark was standing in front of them, worry pulling his face down and colors flickering to each side of him. “Please talk to me.”

“I want to it’s just...” You felt warmth rise to your cheeks as you looked away from him once again. “It’s really embarrassing to talk about.”

“My dear,” he began, firmer this time. One hand wrapped around your waist as the other cupped your cheek to get you to look at him. “I love you. No matter how embarrassing something may feel, it will not stop me loving you. Now, tell me what is wrong so that I may help you as efficiently as I can.”

You took in a deep breath and fiddled with the front of his pajama shirt. He waited patiently for you to find your voice. When you did, it wasn’t at all what he had been expecting.

“I got my period last night,” you murmured. “Now I just have really bad cravings and cramps and I wanna cry but I don’t have any reason to and-”

He shushed you softly. “It’s alright, love. One thing at a time, yes?” Once you nodded, he kissed your forehead. “We’ll have brownies for breakfast, and I can supply you with any other foods you may be craving throughout the week. If you wish to let out your over-active emotions, I suggest we watch a film. Finally, you should take medication for your cramps, and I would be more than happy to cuddle with you if that would also help. How does all that sound?”

Something wet touched his thumb and he looked down at you, worried he had messed up somehow, because, sure enough, you were crying. He removed his hand from your waist to cup your cheek, using his thumbs to brush away the tears that fell from your eyes and slipped down your cheeks.

“Oh, my dear, I’m so sorry, I-”

You shook your head, sniffling. The hand that wasn’t holding a butterknife held the back of one of his hands, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m okay,” you assured him. “I’m okay. It’s just- No one’s ever offered to do so much for me when I’m like this.”

“Dearest, you deserve the world.” He pressed several kisses to your forehead and your wet cheeks. “Especially, when you are like this.”

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[southerndragontamer]

Egotober Day 30: Witch

Celine had been called a witch many times. She’d found her abilities early when her and Damien had been young. And she honestly liked the dark gothic aesthetic and style. She’d also been called an ice queen but witch was much more common. It was mostly in childish insults or whispers around her, there were very few that dared to shout it in her face for fear of what she’d do to them. But one of those few it turned out was her husband.

It had been another argument, for what reason she couldn’t remember clearly now as she stalked through the manor with anger bubbled in her veins. But the last part of it rang in her head like the echo of a gunshot. ‘Don’t you try to play innocent with me you conniving witch!’ Her hands shook as she threw her suitcase open. She felt the burn in her veins, the sparks of energy at her fingertips. She wanted to show him what the word really meant. What someone could do with powers like hers. But Celine still loved the proud man she’d fallen for, she didn’t want to hurt him that way at least. But she needed to leave, at least long enough to cool them both off….

Dark blinked once as the memory faded to the back of his mind from where it had been brought out. As he looked at the so called ‘hero’ in front of him. Still in that stupid red suit with that arrogant smirk on his face at what had left his lips. ‘Celine was nothing but a conniving witch!’ Dark’s face twisted in a mocking sneer as he loosened his stance and moved forward in a predatory prowl. The righteous anger of a protective brother filled his words as a hand clenched into a fist.

“A witch was she? Little more than someone who performed parlor tricks or was someone to blame when things went wrong? Well..”

Dark had a vicious pleasure summer in his veins that was shared three fold as he felt the bastard’s nose crack under his fist. As he watched him fall to the ground. He smirked as he felt the brother step back. As his body shifted and changed to match the pulse of fury that only a scorned and betrayed woman was capable of making.

She looked more elegant, the suit fell against her curves with a sensual sort of ferocity. Dark rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck as she set her heel on his throat. Magic, so much stronger, darker than it had been before leapt into her hands with barely a thought. She smirked at the furious, shocked and…..yes afraid look on Actor’s face. He hadn’t expected to deal with her and the strength of venom in her voice, if it had been possible, would have killed him from necrosis ten times over.

“Maybe I should show you how much of a witch I really am.”

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[feline-bookish]

Something new…

I want to write reader inserts. While I’ll keep up with my OC writing I want to keep the door open to add more than just that and leave you guys empty of my content when I have no ideas for that OC.

Here’s the thing, my OC writing would take more planning than reader inserts because it fits a timeline for that OC. With a reader insert I can just use a prompt and a character.

Speaking of which, my inbox is open! Have a request for the following characters? Send it in!

Have Written:

Darkiplier

Yancy

Carlisle Cullen

Dr. Iplier

Dr. James Wilson

Lucifer Morningstar (Fox)

Dr. House

Prince Sidon

Have Not Written (but want to try)

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Dr. Strange

Iron Man

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For the Best Ending

I had some inspiration from a fic I reblogged and I wanna give sortof a short conclusion to “Just the Start”.

Set up: after many losing so many well fought battles, Dark finally manages to rip you out of Mark’s hold. He whisks you away, back into the mirror of the reclaimed manor. What used to be your prison was now your home.

Tw: manipulation, mind control, mentions of trauma, anxiety, episodes, forced isolation

Darkiplier x Reader (gender neutral)

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Words: 487

Life was finally calm. Fighting for so many years has left him tired and anxious. Some part in the back of Dark’s mind was always waiting for another struggle.

But he’s won the war.

Taking the manor as his own-

And taking you away from everything else.

The home was the mirror reflection of the outside world. Precisely built to allow no room for an escape- and for that matter, no entrance for anything that could threaten the peace.

Though he could never quite figure out how to keep Wilford from occasionally appearing, much to Dark’s chagrin. It was a rarity that you two interacted so it wasn’t too much of a bother. Though, there were those odd instances where he would let a reminder slip off his tongue. A stressor on Dark’s already heavy shoulders. To which Wilford was swiftly removed after.

It was surely too painful.

To be reminded of the nightmares that occurred before you returned to the mirror.

He memorized the signs.

It started with headaches, leading into hours of pain and disorientation before all culminating in an agonizing trauma induced episode. He couldn’t stand seeing you go through this.

Currently the both of you were relaxing in a peaceful silence. Resting in the library, immersed in your respective novels.

You started straining and groaned, another headache.

Dark was quick to his feet and took long strides to arrive at your side.

“What’s the matter darling?” He placed a hand to the side of your face, thumb already at your temple.

You grumbled again and muttered, “Just another headache Dark, I’ll be fine.”

He let a small sigh escape him.

“I know, I know you will be…” his thumb dancing in small, concentrated circles. Watching you fade quickly under his familiar influence, “I’ll make sure of it.”

He let your body relax completely, falling into a deep slumber, then carrying you to the love-seat. Placing you in a position to have your head in his lap, he gently stroked your hair and let his fingers brush along the frame of your face.

If this is what must be done to ensure you remained content in a peaceful existence, he would continue this practice until the end of time.

Once again he pushed back those problematic, painful memories that consistently bubble to the surface.

You wouldn’t remember that snake, the fear, the hate… the betrayal.

He might shatter if you looked at him with that broken expression again. He fully regretted his actions, those fueled by emotions he couldn’t control at the time.

He’s stronger now.

Strong enough to become your rock, your sword and shield.

He did this for you to make up for the hurt he caused. To protect you from the loss.

You deserved a happy ending.

He felt honored to help you achieve it and reveled in the chance to be included.

“I hope you can understand why I’m doing this for you…” he took in the minute movements in your expression as you dreamt. “Sweet dreams (y/n). I’ll be right here when you wake.”

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