#either damien or wilford for heaven’s light

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Fallen Angel AU: Ipliers

Here’s the place for all info on the Angel!Ipliers. Credit to @javelon, @narutofoxlover, @alexisthedevilsfox, and a few lovely anons for contributing to this AU!

Dark

A broken fusion of two angels: Damien (Angel of Kindness) and Celine (Angel of Empathy). After falling they merged into Dark, with him taking on the former’s scruffy appearance (like in DAMIEN) and possessing the latter’s arcane powers.

But Celine’s personality has disappeared somewhat, so Dark takes on Damien’s softer and charitable traits.

He’s classified as a Reaper Angel, though since his ties with Heaven are severed, he can only guide souls to either purgatory or Hell.

All he has left of his previous life is Damien’s cane. So he protects it like his life depends on it.

Damien’s wings used to be a soft blue, and Celine’s were a ruby red, but after falling Dark ended up having four black ravens wings, which have faded blue and red colors.

The siblings’ halos were shattered in the fall and ended up reforming as demon horns, shards of it floating above his head.

Wilford

Formerly known as William, he was an Angel of Dreams. He always answered prayers for sweet dreams whenever he could.

Children’s dreams were always his favorite to visit, and he ensures that the young dreamers get a good night’s sleep.

After falling, he went mad with grief and denial, thinking Heaven was just playing a cruel joke on him and the other Ipliers. So he keeps performing good acts on Earth in hopes he’ll be able to come home.

Any talk of dreams or sleep sends him into a deep depression.

His physical transformation is opposite of canon!Wilford’s: his hair and mustache were once bright pink, but they’ve become black overtime. Now there’s only pink tips on his mustache (like in WMLW).

His wings were once brilliant gold and shimmering pink, but now they are simply plain colors, having lost their shine.

Host

Used to be a scribe who recorded humanity’s history for as long as it existed. He adored witnessing events transpire, which gave him inspiration for his own writings, which he stored in his library and shared with other angels.

But after his fall, the impact to his cranium rendered him permanently blind, taking away the one thing that he loved doing: watching the world.

He cried for hours, scaring a few passerbys with his ink-like tears before the other fallen Ipliers found him.

Sometime shortly before the fall, he invented braille for the sightless..and now he finds himself helping blind people on Earth experience the world by the other senses.

His wings were once soft brown, but they’ve become stained with ink and are now yellowish-brown..much like the books that are now wasting away in his library.

Dr. Iplier

Was a doctor for angels whenever they pulled a tendon in their wing or got into a scuffle with demons.

He also visited Earth to heal humans’ mind, body, and spirit.

And when his powers can’t save someone (eg terminal illness), he guides them to Heaven and reassures them their pain is no more.

After his fall he was afflicted with amnesia and can’t remember what he had done for people. But he was horrified to discover that his powers were making humans gravely ill.

His hair used to be white, and his wings were once light blue, though after falling they both became black and greasy. Some of the feathers have boils in them.

Actor

Used to be a cherub, a high-ranking angel with multiple faces. He had two, which were covered by masks depicting comedy and tragedy.

He was a muse to aspiring creators, especially in the drama/arts department. Actors and directors in particular were his favorite humans to visit.

After his fall, he blamed humanity and took revenge by making famous actors narcissistic and giving new actors bad luck so they never achieve their dreams.

Those who believed in him invented the phrase “break a leg” to deter the curses. It works, and Actor is furious since the bad luck becomes deflected to him when he tries stealing the spotlight.

Since only pain can give him inspiration, he ends up attacking himself again and again to keep it going.

His wings were once a brilliant gold (like the awards given to actors), but they became mixed with his own blood. And his two faces became contorted..though when disguised as a human he can maintain a deceivingly handsome appearance.

Bim

Used to be an Angel of Nature, though more specifically one of flora. He’d bless people’s gardens, especially if they grow edible plants/foods, ensuring they receiving a bountiful harvest.

After falling, he ironically turned into a vicious cannibal (of humans rather than angels) with thin needle-like fangs, akin to a venus fly trap. He preyed on vulnerable humans, and even became a boogeyman in some folklore around the world.

But the stories of how he’d eat naughty children who didn’t eat their fruits and vegetables was completely false. He’d never harm a single child in his life.

His hunger was insatiable, but even he knew where to the draw the line.

His wings were once bright and leaf-like, though they are now withered away and give off the horrendous stench of Corpse Lillies.

Eric

Was a normal angel who appeared after he perished in the bus accident. He was reunited with only a few of his brothers and his mother, though he was happy to be with them.

Since his legs were crushed, he was blessed with prosthetic legs made of white ceramic and gold, which flowed in the cracks. He could run and walk as he pleased.

But after falling, the gold liquid bled out and left only empty gray fissures in his prosthetics. And the more he overused them (which was really just using them like he had normal human legs), the more brittle they became.

Derek, the only surviving Derekson, didn’t believe his son was really back, so he refuses to acknowledge him.

His wings were once the typical white and fluffy kind, but they turned dull gray, the tips of them permanently dampened by his endless tears.

Googles & Bing

Google (aka Blake), Oliver, Lance, Evan, and Bing were a group of angels who were around for a long time, tasked with keeping mankind deprived of intelligence and free will.

Oliver, Lance, and Evan had their own separate duties, while Blake was in charge of Bing, a young apprentice. The two had to guard the Forbidden Fruit, though unfortunately Bing was left unattended and allowed it to be eaten.

Both he and Blake fell as punishment. The other brothers did, too, after trying to defend Bing’s actions.

After seeing humanity become the very thing they were suppose to prevent--an advanced society of intelligence and technology--Blake vehemently despised Bing.

Since then they’ve had a rivalry, leading to the creation of the search engines.

All of their previously soft blue, yellow, green, red, and orange wings turned to metal blades. Their blood became oil (with Blake’s being mixed with liquid silver and Bing’s liquid gold), and their bones and organs became wires and metal parts.

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[lost-inhibitions]

Some headcanons I just wanted to write down

Dark is an emotional vampire. He saps his victim’s life force and emotional stability. Depending on how the victim reacts they could either slip into a depression or lose their ability to regulate emotions.

If Dark feeds on a person for long enough he can read their mind, but only if he continues contact.

Dark’s eyes are pitch black. He has no colour in his irises mostly because they’re just pupils. Meaning he can see in the dark and light. So, he can have pure black eyes or nearly white.  

He heals incredibly slow. It takes double the amount of time for him to heal than It does a normal person. This makes him incredibly cautious to start anyfight or confrontation.

He can switch bodies but then he would have to murder someone and therefore taint a living space again so he can trap the other person’s soul.

The third entity inhabiting Dark’s mind is a cosmic deity like being from a higher plane of consciousness. It is what feeds his desire to control and eat. It is also what grants his reality breaking powers. Think of him as like…part Cthulhu.

Speaking of mind entities, Damien and Celine don’t actually have sperate consciousness.  None of them. They’re a mess of thoughts that have been stewing together long enough that it’s hard to truly separate them. However, one can spot the influences each being has. The entity is more controlling and manipulative. Celine is no nonsense, quick witted and rather cautious. She also is a fighter and will stand up for what she thinks it right, but will strive for peace. Her anger is quiet and dangerous.  Damien is charming, smooth talking, a bit of a sap, he likes to use more civil methods to solve arguments compared to Celine’s more aggressive confrontations. His anger is explosive loud and brash.

Dark sometimes refers to himself as we/us/ instead of me/I

Dark likes textures.

He also likes to walk around naked

When annoyed or irritated, he twitches. Mostly in his hands.

He cracks his neck to relive himself of stress or to calm himself down. It rarely works.

Dark isn’t one for sex. He finds no real pleasure in it. He more so uses it to control other people

His relationship with Wilford is strange. Wilford is the one person who can presisently keep Dark engaged.

Dark’s presence also keeps Wilford from going too wild. Most of the time...

However Dark can cause psychotic breaks in Wilford as some of Dark’s actions and manners of speech are too familar for Wilford to handle

Dark does actually care for Wilford in a strange way. I have the headcanon that Damien did have a crush on William but never voiced for fear of ruining his own life. Then we have Celine who was married to the man and legimently loves William. The problem comes with the Comsic Entity who cant feel any attachment

This makes Dark very intersted in Wilford and he likes to....kinda torture him. He likes to cause those breaks and sooth them back down. He likes to make Wilford question things. Question himself

Dark can’t drink booze! So he drinks carbonated juices and calls it wine/champagne

Dark is also not safe from psychotic breaks. If too stressed, angry, or low on energy he will begin to break down and turn into a savage rampaging entity. He will talk to voices no one can hear. But are they other comsic entities or are they only in his head? Maybe only Wilford knows

Dark likes to cook, but wow is he lazy. He rather just get take out.

Dark can also switch between presenting as Celine or as Damien. He prefers Damien’s form as it’s easier to get things purely because of sexism.

Also just noticed that Damien and Celine’s names are puns. Damien means damned or demon and Celine means heaven or sky. Which is funny bc Damien ya know mayor trying to inspire good then we have Celine fiddling with dark magic and forbidden secrets

I’m going to leave it off here for mow because I can ramble FOREVER when it comes to Dark. He’s such an intersting character

#darkiplier #markiplier #markiplier egos #darkimoo #wkm mayor #wkm seer #who killed markiplier #long post #lostmodhc

[thesuperyooper]

Closure

Closure - Sequel to One Last Dance

Darkiplier x Reader

Dark remembered you sometimes. Little remnants from Damien’s memories would seep in to his thoughts and drive him crazy. He could feel Damien cry out for you sometimes. Even in a different dimension, Dark couldn’t get you off his mind. He would get little flashes of his memories, like dinner dates and waking up next to you, but the one that plagued him the most was the night before the manor.

Whenever that memory would pop up, Damien would get particularly ornery. He would push Dark away so much that his shell would begin to crack. Even Celine’s anger couldn’t keep him in check.

Even though it was difficult, Dark could manage Damien’s guilt and sadness. That was, until one day at the office with Wilford.

“I’m just saying, you look a bit stressed.” Wilford expressed in his warbled cadence that Dark has grown used to.

Wilford was lounging lazily on the client chair in Dark’s office while the latter worked on paperwork for his newest endeavor to find Mark. Wil held an iridescent knife and was toying with it interestedly.

“I’m fine, Wilford.” Dark replied pointedly.

“Tell that to your face.” Wil retorted flippantly. He flung the knife at the wall and it stuck perfectly along four others.

“You’re paying to get that wall fixed.” the demonic entity growled without looking up.

Suddenly, a puff of green smoke filled the room, making Wilford cough and wave the fog away. Dark glanced up from his work ever-so-slightly.

“Can I help you, Marvin?” he sighed, putting his pen down and rubbing his temples. His head started to hurt all of the sudden and he could hear the two siblings in the back of his mind begin to fight. He blocked it out and focused on the plume of smoke before him.

A man in a white cat mask walked out of the smoke, which lingered behind him. Besides the mask, the man had long, bright green hair tied up in a bun and a black cape billowing behind him.  When he spoke, he spoke with a heavy Irish accent with a high, flighty cadence.

“I think I might be able to help you.” Marvin replied, idly playing with a ball of green energy in his hands.

Dark rolled his eyes. “Get to the point, Septic.”

“Okay, Edgy Mc Edgelord.” Marvin laughed, pulling another figure out of the smoke, which then dissipated.

The annoyed look on Dark’s face changed to one of surprise and agony in a split second. “(Y/N)?” he whispered, so lightly he could barely hear.

You emerged from the smoke into a bland office. Marvin, the strange man who had found you when you appeared in front of Ego Inc. You weren’t sure exactly where you were or how you got there. The last thing you remember before waking up outside the giant corporation building was going to the manor for closure.

You never got closure after Damien’s ‘death’. Of the the four people allegedly murdered there, they never found any bodies. So, instead of a funeral, you went to the manor on a regular basis. You had always thought you felt Damien’s presence whenever you were there. So, every month, you would make a pilgrimage to the late actor’s house, which had been left to his butler, Benjamin. You liked Benjamin, and he liked to serve you. It was a win-win situation.

When you had gotten to the manor this time, though, you felt a different presence. It was the one year anniversary of the dreaded poker party, and Benjamin was out to an interview for a new master. The first thing you saw when you walked in was a cracked mirror. A disembodied voice whispered all around you.

“What do you wish for….” it echoed, leading you deeper into the house, “Fame? Fortune? Love?”

Before you knew what you were doing, you responded softly, “Closure.”

“Then closure you will have.” it granted, and the next thing you knew, you had a giant migraine and  you were in front of a giant, foreign-looking building. Marvin was leaning against the wall nearby and he helped you up with a knowing look.

“I thought I felt something weird and unbalanced in the world.” he had said, “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“(Y/N). (Y/F/N). I was promised closure... I don’t know what’s going on… is this Heaven?”

Marvin sighed, “Let’s get you to Dark and Wilford, huh? Maybe they’ll know what’s going on.” He wrapped his arm around you and the two of you disappeared into a plume of green smoke.

The first person you spotted in the room, other than Marvin, was who you thought was the Colonel.

“William?” you said, wide-eyed. He wasn’t as you remembered him. His mustache was smaller and bright pink, matching his hair. He wasn’t wearing his uniform either, in fact, you barely recognized him until he spoke.

“That was a bit too close for comfort.” Wilford retorted with a chuckle. “May I inquire, who you are, my fair lady?”

Dark growled lightly, attracting your attention. He stood up and fixed his already perfect suit before cracking his neck to try and keep Damien in line. The arguing in his head was almost unbearable now. Damien was screaming at Dark to let him out, to let him see you.

Your eyes traveled to the demonic entity and you felt the room cool down and dim. You felt a pull towards the man that you thought was the man you loved.

“Damien!” you breathed, exasperated. You went to run to him, but were stopped in your tracks when you saw his eyes. Gone were the chocolate brown irises you had grown to love, in their place was a pair of intimidating, pitch black eyes. For a moment, they flicked between the two. “Damien? What’s going on?”

“You were about four letters off for both of our names, cupcake.” Wilford stepped in, laughing his warbled, maniacal laugh.

“Wilford, Marvin, out.” Dark commanded through his clenched jaw. His shell was beginning to break.

Marvin poofed out of the room with no hesitation. Wilford, however, was a bit more persistent.

“And let you have all of the fun with Mystery Girl here? Not in a million years, Darkipoo. Now, darling, what’s your name?” he chuckled, coming over to you and inspecting you like a diagram. What you didn’t know, was that he was noting your every vulnerable spot for if worse came to worse and he had to tickle you with one of the knives stuck in the wall.

“(Y/N).” you replied as it sunk in that these men were not who you thought they were.

Your name seemed to trigger something in Wilford. Broken memories of Russian Roulette and thunder seeped into his brain, and Dark could tell he was remembering through his insanity.

“Wilford. Out. Now.” Dark commanded, more dominant this time.

Wilford stared at you shellshocked before shaking his head and stomping over to the wall and pulling his iridescent knife out. He walked out of the room mumbling things along the lines of, “It wasn’t my fault. It was all a joke!”

“Why are you here?” Dark sneered.

“I just wanted closure. It said it would give me closure.” you pleaded, starting to lose your composure. The thing in front of you had all of Damien’s physicalities, except his skin was grey, his eyes flashed black, and he radiated a soft blue and red light. The blue light, though, you noted, was growing stronger. You even felt his presence, pulling you, tugging you towards him.

Somewhere, a familiar voice cried out your name. When you looked to Dark, his shell was cracking in two. A version of him glitched into existence and reached out to you, screaming your name. Dark reigned it back in and cracked his neck, trying to keep his composure.

“You need to leave. I don’t know how you got here, but you need to go, now.” Dark growled. You shook your head.

“Where’s Damien? I just want to tell him I love him.” you shrieked, as Dark pounced over his desk and wrapped a hand around your throat.

“DAMIEN. IS. GONE.” he yelled, making you close your eyes. “I AM HIM AND He…. HE-”

Dark released you and reeled backwards, holding his head in agony. You opened your eyes and watched as a blue light overtook the room and Dark screamed in defiance.

“He-” Dark stuttered, “He loves you too.” He slumped over against his desk and held his head in his hands. “He misses you, so much. I- I miss you.”

You crawled over next to him and he looked at you, his eyes no longer black, but still a darker brown than you were used to.

“I’m not Damien.” he sighed, trying to explain. “But, Damien is me. Anything that remains of Damien, is me.” His hands shook, and he looked away from you in shame.

You took your hand and covered his. “Tell me what happened. Give me closure.”

A/N- So I wanted to write something before I left for camp again, and this has been in my head for a while so I decided to finally get it down! Anyway, I hope you liked it! I’ll probably work on a third part when I get home again. <3

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