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darkiplierxreader · 2 years
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Darkiplier for the fluff prompts with 2 and 9. (:
2. “You make a good pillow.” 9. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”
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Slow kisses against your neck woke you from your slumber, slowly trailing down to your collar bone. A gentle hum emitted from you as the kisses continued. “Good morning.” Dark’s deep voice rumbled upon hearing your hum, his kisses ceasing.
“Good morning.” You mumbled back, your eyes remaining closed. His arm was wrapped around your waist, his head resting down on your collarbone after a few moments, a content sigh emitting from him. “Sleep well?” You ask quietly, one of your hands coming up and tangling in his hair, your eyes remaining closed.
“I did. Did you?” he asked in response and you nodded. He hummed a little, your hand slowly starting to run through his hair. “You make a good pillow.” he muttered, making you smile a little. “Do I?” you asked and he nodded.
You could hear the gentle chirp of birds outside, their morning melody beautiful sounding, as always. You didn’t have to check the clock to know why at time it is, since Dark usually woke you up with good morning kisses around the same time every morning. “I wish we could stay like this forever.” You spoke after a few minutes of silence, the blankets down to both of your waists, exposing your upper halves to the lukewarm air.
“Me too.” he agreed, his arm tightening around your waist a bit, your hand carding through his hair.
Slow mornings like this was one of the many things you enjoyed with Dark. A gentle wake up and a few soft words exchanged between you two. You really didn’t want to move, being very comfortable where you were. You in his arms and him in yours. Though, you knew you both would have to get up eventually. But you hoped to be like this for a while longer.
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Cause of Death, Chapter 9
Now available on Ao3!
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darealsaltysam · 1 year
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does it ever drive you crazy...
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...just how fast the night changes?
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braisedhoney · 2 years
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second and final batch of that one event! they ended up almost making a coherent color palette too somehow lol.
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kaisartdump · 1 month
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Did you ever had a specific version of how you imagine dark and actor's interaction to be like ?
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Heres a silly drawing that i did absentmindedly. Lmao. But honestly I feel like if these two were ever just in a room together alone, it would be on sight. But in front of others, Dark is 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️ eyeballing this mf down and Actor feels it. He should be worried for his safety
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zee-stars · 10 months
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The ego's giving you their sweaters
Includes: Actor Mark, Darkiplier, Yancy, Illinois, Space Mark, Damien, Heist Mark, Date Mark, Wilford
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Actor Mark:
He forced you to wear one of his sweaters. He would hide yours just so he could give you one of his.
He is a jealous prick so he definitely likes you wearing his stuff so people know you are his.
I feel like his would be the most comfortable cause he would spend all his money just to make sure he could give you the best.
Tbh his would smell like makeup wipes and strong expensive calone cause he would pour that shit on there.
Overall 9/10 cause at least the smell would last long 🤷‍♀️
Darkiplier:
Tbh he probably doesn't have very many hoodies.
The only one he owns is probably a plain black one that's kinda worn down.
But like say one day you're cold and complaining about it and he just throws it at you and is like "stfu"
Warm on the inside, soft fabric on the outside 👌👌
I think its an overall 10/10 cause idk its just perfect.
Yancy:
I think he probably only have 1 hoodie cause he is in prison but he also like owns the place... so he could probably get more if he needed too.
But like he has one that is his og one. I think its like black and has some cool design on it that's kinda worn down cause he's had it so long.
It smells exactly like him and he likes to wear it for comfort. But he would easily give it to you.
One day your complaining that it's cold, next minute his giving you the sweater.
Its super comfy and also smells exactly like him so def 10/10
Illinois:
Man has one sweater and it is almost disgusting.
You saw him wear it once on a colder night. It was covered in stains, small holes everywhere and stitches. It doesn't smell bad and it felt soft when you touched it.
One night you and him are under the stars and you are freezing. to the point your shaking. He sees you by the fire all wrapped up in a blanket and he takes off the hoodie and gives it to you.
Claims that he's a big boy and doesn't need a sweater to keep him warm
Five minutes later hes clinging to you wrapped up under a blanket and as close to the fire you can be without burning.
8/10 cause the stains.
Space Mark:
Tbh if he saw you in his hoodie he would probably faint.
Its not so much a hoodie it's more like a jacket. Like yk those sports team type jackets, if you dont google it and i'll make sense.
Anyways its amazing, kinda fuzzy on the inside and it has like patches on it of things he likes. Stars, planets, chica, etc.
He doesn't wear it often cause he is usually in his space uniform.
But one night you and him are enjoying a nice sunset together (after the events of iswm) and he notices you shiver.
So he runs back to his room and comes back with two cups of coffee and his jacket.
It smells like him, has coffee and some grease stains on it. Very comfy and a little big.
10/10 love it.
Damien:
This is before wkm obv
He has like an entire closet section just for sweaters and hoodies
one day you're spending the evening at his place. during dinner Damien was his usual clumsy self (he def was) and spilled something on you. You ask to use his shower and had forgotten to pack an extra set of clothes.
So he offers you some of his. He gives you a hoodie and sweatpants that match and let me tell you. That is some of the comfyist shit you're ever gonna wear
I just feel like he is the master of comfort and just always has the comfyist clothes.
10/10 for my boy dames
Heist Mark:
Im like imagining the most detailed scene rn
Like yk when you choose the car in the heist and you fall asleep and he makes you breakfast?
that but the night before when you're falling asleep you get cold and he gives you his sweater and you're like "where tf did you get this?" but put it on anyway.
its honestly pretty comfy and keeps you pretty warm. He also secretly loves seeing you in his hoodie (remember this is right before he asked you on the date ;)
9/10 prob a basic ass hoodie but comfy and warm, serves its purpose.
Date Mark:
Another very detailed scene
we aren't gonna be basic and have it be during the movie no no, it's gonna be during the vanilla ice cream ending.
You and him are eating ice cream together and it makes you cold. So what else would a gentleman like him do than give you the jacket he was wearing.
tbh not super comfy, its part of a suit :/
so like... 6/10? it was nice of him but not comfy or warm so...
Wilford:
Come on guys yk i wouldnt forget about my little willy would you?
Tbh he has the best hoodies 1000%
He rocks the pink and all of his hoodies are pink and they look amazing!!
Also they def smell like cotton candy or some other sweet.
(they might also have a few blood stains but who cares)
anyways.... imagine you and him go out to a party or something.
some dumb guy spills a drink on your and wilford just like pulls out a hoodie randomly and like takes you to the bathroom to put it on
side note no one ever hears from that guy again but like...... thats totally unrelated...
but its comfy, smells good, looks good, 100000/10 fr fr
wilford is simply the best
I hope you enjoyed this and im def down to write more things like this if anyone has any ideas!! my request are always open
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andaboop · 1 year
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"I'm all eyes, and I'm watching you fall"
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otterlyinluv · 1 year
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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.
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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.
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astro-iplier · 9 months
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I think 8D sound would do wonders for Dark like he could come from anywhere
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litteredcorpses · 10 months
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I don’t by any means think dark requires to sleep or do most basic human functions but I do think he overworks his body to such an extent that occasionally he just. collapses on the floor and ‘dies’ for a few days. wilford carries his body around until he wakes back up. longest period of death sleeping was at least a whole week.
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...Would someone please fill me in on what a "low taper fade" is, and why my notary will not stop singing about it?
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darkscrossfire · 2 years
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The plot of Whisper of an angel:
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captain-neutrino · 2 years
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pianist darkiplier
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He needs a way to pass the time.
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strawberryamanita · 1 year
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Darkiplier feeding me Ibuprofen from their hand like a horse, and then throwing me out of their house on the soft warm conk reet 🖤
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cptdark · 7 months
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I dreamt darkstache were fencing each other. I watch enchanted and I step in and warfstache lets me duel darkiplier. and thats when the enchantment lifts, because I realize I do not know how to fence, and I am up against darkiplier. so I pathetically swing my lance to no avail, and then he approaches, and I wake up immediately as evasion. so far I dont fw them markiplier bitches in my dreams unless theyre frozen or far away
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oswinunknown · 2 years
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ok tho on all that is holy, dont imagine finding dark during iswm p2 but theres no lore, no hidden codes, no games. like wilford, he gives you a chance to rest from falling through the wormhole over and over again.
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you cant remember the last time you slept.
in the grand scheme of this whole wormhole problem, sleep was far from your concern. every turn you took, every decision you made, all the lives you sacrificed. that made it very hard for you to get rest when the opertunity arose. it made you feel guilty for trying to rest when millions across the multiverse were suffering at your hands.
so, you kept on marching forward. a captain has to do what they must after all.
it seemed like a century ago when the novelty of visiting different universes died out. an eternity when you lost hope at finding answers, let alone a familiar face that didn't want to kill you.
it felt like several lifetimes have passed where you were blamed for this whole mess, and believed it.
as you floated wildly down the wormhole, you saw another split end to choose.
in a small fit of emotion, you closed your eyes and let your body be propelled to wherever it chose. not like wherever you landed mattered.
you felt the small jolt of arriving in another dimension peel your eyes open.
your standing in a small wooden cabin somewhere in the woods. outside the window, lushiouslly green grass was flowing with the wind, the sun accenting each blade with a touch of colour. a small patch of blue and red flowers not far from the home. there were the sounds of birds flowing overhead, the faint drone of a cricket somewhere over yonder, and the low but calming noise of a waterfall near the trees.
"fancy seeing you here, captain."
you swirled around frantically as you raised your hands to shield yourself. the past ten or so dimensions have been less than passive towards you, one might say.
"calm down captain," the man droned deeply, his body moving away to show no hostility. "its just me, relax."
your ears finally picked up on the high pitched rining and your felt your shoulders relax. "dark?"
the man nodded, his eyes raking your body for the first time. "you look like hell."
"it feels like it." you groaned, turning back to the window. "i can't remember the last time i slept."
behind your form, dark stilled at your words. he's heard something eerily similar.
closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to soak in the peace of this world before you were called elsewhere. it was rare to get a place as peaceful and as quiet as this.
"hey." dark called out, oddly soft-like as he extended his hand to you. "come with me."
it wasn't a choice. might as well.
taking his hand, the man opened the door out to the view you've been seeing. the small gust of wind against your face nearly knocking you out with comfort.
dark lead you through the wide field of flowers as you approached the woods. arriving on a paved road you could hear the sound of nature surrounding you in its tranquility.
eventually, you arrived at a quaint gazebo nestled between a few sturdy trees. the roof blooming with flowers of all kinds and colours drooping down to accent the white wooded platform
inside, you saw two small benches built against the railings, and a small table with simple foods like sandwiches and juice. on the floor was a small basket of blankets and other items you couldn't tell.
dark sat you at the bench closest to the woods and grabbed a sandwich from the table. "here, eat."
you shook your head, glancing at the glowing warp crystal in your palm before showing it to dark.
the man sighed. taking your hand and gently holding it with both of his own.
"no." he mumbles, gruff yet tenderly as the glow from the crystal dies out.
you looked at him in awe and exhaustion. "thank you."
the man gives you a small smile before handing you the sandwich he had earlier. "don't mention it, now rest up. i'm sure the multiverse will be there when your back."
as dark took a seat down a bit to your left, you took a weary bite.
you nearly collapsed right on the spot from how good it was.
this continued for quite some time, you eating your sandwiches and drinking your juice, all the while telling dark of some of your adventures to different universes. despite his rather intimidating aura, you found yourself in pleasant conversation with the man as he listened intently to your stories.
he told a few of his own. how wilford managed to convince the other egos to make a TV show called markiplier TV, the excitement around the arrival of yancy, illinois, and captain magnum. you can't remember the last time you laughed that hard at bings' antics.
as the sun was beginning to set and your food was long gone, you leaned against dark with your head in his shoulder as your eyes were fighting sleep.
"captain?" dark asked quietly, he knew you needed your sleep but couldn't help but ask. "why don't you take a nap?"
you hummed in protest. "guilt."
"what for?"
"everytime i close my eyes. everytime i try to rest, to find comfort in this wormhole. i-"
dark wrapped a comforting arm around you.
"i can hear all their screams, their cries, their anger at me. their blood is on my hands."
dark turned to you. "this is not your fault. you can't save everyone, captain."
"i have to try." you added lamely, your voice breaking slightly at the wave of tiredness that washed over you.
dark pulled you into a warm embrace. "and that is all the universe can ask from you." he whispered, taking your words in before reaching for the blanket.
"you look tired. i think you need to get some sleep."
nodding half heartedly, you allowed dark to place a blanket around your shoulders and lean against him for the night.
as you felt your mind begin to fade into unconsciousness, you smiled softly. "thank you dark, for all this."
the man smiled, "anytime, captain."
tomorrow, you would wake up in the arms of comfort and peace.
tomorrow, you would go back into the wormhole well rested and determined.
but that was for tomorrow.
and for the first time in an eternity. you slept.
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