#markiplier egos imagine

[gay-dorito-dust]

Whatcha got there?

A dead body.

Prompt: ‘whatcha got there?’ ‘A smoothie.’

Tw: blood, murder or mentions of murder idk.

The house of Iplier seemed to become more lively within the night compared to as it was during the day considering that most of the egos were either supernatural or insomniacs. Tonight was no different as you were finishing topping off your smoothie with frozen berries to snack on afterwards; it would be considered a perfect evening had it not been for the sounds of people struggling to walk down the ivory staircase that lead into the foyer with constant curses whispered under their breaths and continuous stops as though whatever they were carrying was so heavy they had to take periodic breaks to catch themselves.

It was concerning to say the least because for all you knew one of them could’ve gotten hurt from doing something stupid and instead of going to the doctor, they just thought that they could walk the injury off instead. It happened with a lot of the egos but if there ever was an award for most reckless ego it would be a tie between Wilford and Bing. There was no need to go into specifics as to why that is but it was always them specifically who’d come back with a collection of scrapes, bruises and on some occasions even worse injuries.

Naturally you went to go and investigate on the pretence of indulging your curiosity from blooming into anything worse; you made your way to the doorway of the kitchen that gave you the perfect view of the staircase where you saw the red tuff of hair of Yandere and the burgundy turtleneck that stretched across Murdock’s broad shoulders. The pair were taking one step at a time as though one of them were potentially rigged to collapse and between them was a body bag and from that body bag hung a limp hand dripping blood on the pristine stairs in tiny droplets. Dark wasn’t going to like the mess as blood is known to be hard in getting out of things but you’d make sure that doesn’t happen because you didn’t want to wake up having to calm him down for something as trivial as blood on the staircase.

Neither of them has seem to be aware of your presence so you walked into the foyer with your smoothie and stopping at the base of the staircase to look at them as they carefully descended without dropping the dead body. “Whatcha got there?” You spoke aloud, catching them off guard as they’re hands instinctively let go of the body and watched on in silence as it slide down the remaining stairs until it’s cooling flesh was pressed against your sock covered feet as the limp hand was pinned to the floor. “A dead body.” Yandere said excitingly as he scampered down the rest of the staircase like a giddy school girl or an puppy who hasn’t seen their owners for twenty minutes until he was at you side.

“They can see that alright from the fucking blood trail we’re leaving behind.” Murdock murmured with distaste at the fact he got caught of guard as he slumped the rest of the way down the stairs to join the both of you before stealing your smoothie to take a sip to quench his thirst from all his hard efforts, “hey!” You cried smacking him on the arm as you yanked the smoothie away from his lips when you noticed that he was going to down the whole drink you spent awhile trying to perfect; only noticing the bloodied hand print he left behind until after you retrieved it and felt a sticky substance beneath your fingers. You almost gagged but managed to keep it inside before considering the drink a lost cause and handing it to Yandere who downed the rest of it.

“Where you planning on dumping this poor sap?” You asked, foot kicking the side of the dead body that hung out of the body bag from the slide down. A normal person would’ve screamed bloody murder before calling the authorities but you’ve been exposed to many of the egos murderous tendencies that you’ve later became decensortised and numb to it all. The smell of blood became regular to your sense that it might as well be a cologne or a perfume at this point from how often you’ve smelt it. “Where we always hide our bodies.” Murdock said as though it was completely obvious while Yandere picked out the frozen berries that submerged their way to the bottom with his bloodied fingers but you didn’t have the heart to stop him from doing so since he looked so joyous.

“The supposedly abandoned woods on the outside of town that no one goes to? Aren’t you scared that one day the police with find all the bodies hidden there?” You didn’t really need to ask because you already knew the answer to this, Dark always covered up whenever one of the egos killed as to keep the authorities from ever finding out. It’s worked out so good so far but you just feared that one day Murdock or Yandere would slip up and get caught; which would then lead to a potential full scale investigation for the other missing people that they’ve killed and there wouldn’t be a thing you could to to stop them without coming across as an accomplice to their madness. You have voiced this worry countless times but we’re always greeted with the same result, “those unqualified chumps? Oh please y/n we’re professionals at this craft, we know what we’re doing,” Murdock placed a gloved hand under your chin so that you were looking into his beautiful ruby red eyes that he hide behind a pair of black shades just as Bing hid his vibrant orange ones, “you don’t got to worry your pretty and/or handsome head about that from ever happing.”

“Yeah! We’d never let them catch us y/n, even if they did, they’d have to die for keeping me from my senpai.~” Yandere said menacingly through gritted teeth and a crazed look in his eye as every muscle in his body tensed before relaxing within the blink of an eye. “Yeah…I’ll let you both get back to what you were doing and I’ll clean up the blood before Dark find outs and has your guts for garters.” You patted the pair on the shoulders but before you could retreat to the kitchen for cleaning supplies Murdock caught you hand and pulled you back in front of him. “Before you do that, we need someone to open the door for us so we can actually get rid of the body.” He points out as he and Yandere then lifted the body into their arms while you rush towards the double doors to open one of them as the pair passed you by and into the night before shutting the door behind them to then retreat to the kitchen for cleaning supplies for the blood. This was going to be night you’ll never forget for the wrong reasons.

#markiplier egos imagines #markiplier egos imagine #markiplier egos x reader #yandereiplier imagines #yandereiplier x reader #yandereiplier imagine #murderiplier imagines #murderiplier x reader #murderiplier imagine #markiplier x reader #markiplier imagine #markiplier imagines #tw:blood #iplier egos imagine #iplier egos x reader #iplier egos imagines

[kaisartdump]

Did you ever had a specific version of how you imagine dark and actor's interaction to be like ?

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

#lmao imagine actor banned from the manor 😭 #theres just no way these two could be sriund ine another #ya boi kai speaks #ya boi kai draws #markiplier egos #markiplier #darkiplier #markiplier fandom #fanart #actor mark #wkm actor mark #taikeero lecoredier

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

Captaineer with 7..... Stronk captain.....

STRONK CAPTAIN!!!

#I drew mark as a chibi cos I couldn't get it to look right drawing normally #so uh.. imagine that this is how small he feels to the cap! bc they're so strong that he feels light!! #requests #asks #technologyvoid #my art #iswm #in space with markiplier #iswm captain #head engineer mark #engineer mark #engineer!mark #markiplier egos #markiplier cu #captaineer

[andaboop]

"I'm all eyes, and I'm watching you fall"

#art #markiplier #markipler egos #digital drawing #illustration #doodle #darkiplier #eye spy with my little eye #a horror beyond my imagination

[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

[astro-iplier]

I think 8D sound would do wonders for Dark like he could come from anywhere

#don't lie this is goddamn genius #imagine his voice coming from all around you #it can circle around #have different things going on in each ear like #i feel like this should already be a thing #he could actually be creepy if that was used well #markiplier egos #darkiplier #headcanons

[litteredcorpses]

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.

#speaks #Darkiplier #markiplier egos #yea this one can go in the tags lmao. as a treat #damien’s workaholic tendencies mixed with celine’s stubbornness with the addition of the entity is. quit the mix #I am imagining wilford carrying his body around weekend at bernies style. taking him to lunch taking pictures etc

[theknightmarket]

I think scripting at half 2 in the morning is my favourite hobby because your brain really just goes, ‘what is the worst situation I could put these people in’ and it magically ends up on the screen in front of me! It’s magic.

#theknightmarket #fanfiction #writing #one shots #x reader #writing memes #writing fanfiction #angst #like I’m sorry levels of angst #markiplier egos #one-shot #markiplier egos x reader #this is engineer #so you can imagine the angst I can put into this

[darkscrossfire]

The plot of Whisper of an angel:

#markiplier #darkiplier #markiplier x reader #markiplier egos #darkiplier x reader #mark fischbach #markiplier imagines #markiplier series #whisper of an angel

[deviatedfromtheplan]

William: Don’t go.

Damien: Why?

William: You know why.

Damien: …No. No.

William: Yes.

Damien: No, William, you’re being mean.

William: What, how am I being mean?

Damien: Stop it, stop it. I have been second to Celine my whole life in everything. And I will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her. I won’t, I won’t do it. I won’t- Not when I’ve spent my entire life loving you.

#i’m imagining that damien is like leaving for mayor stuff or something just after mark and celine get engaged #and everyone is just in their feels #incorrect ego quotes #incorrect quotes #william j barnum #mayor damien #who killed markiplier #wkm #dilliam #darkstache #markiplier #incorrect wkm

[gay-dorito-dust]

Upon his skeletal steed, is this death that I see before me?

The necromancer (from the mystic crystal by NSP) x reader.

Tw: death, blood, murder, angst.

He rode upon a skeletal steed who’s mane and tail were that of haunted green flames as their eye sockets were glowing husks of light. A terrifying sight to some as his forth coming were grave indications of death and chaos which trailed behind him like a cloak of pure darkness. The necromancer was a wicked, wicked man who’s heart was only capable of producing the most heinous acts of evil known to man. Yet you knew him before he was known as Necromancer, to you he was and still is Mark, your dearly beloved friend who had lost his way in his pursuit of becoming more despite how heavily looked down upon his magic was even now.

Mark was one of the best magic users the school had ever seen, they once praised him but when he found out that those praises were only so they would be spared from being used as his undead minions later on in life and not genuine appraisal for his craft. This soured him so yet he at least still had you to be upfront and blatant with him; having come from a lineage of dark magic wielders yourself you knew what was to be expected when people got wind of such and instead embraced it to the fullest. There had been many attempts in taking your life by those who saw your mere existence as a omen for bad things yet to come and plague their lives; Yet you survived with the intent to spite them all.

Mark was the only friend you made there and you were his only friend; yet things changed, they always end up changing for better or for worse. Neither of you were powerful to stop that day where you were both forced to be up in arms against one another when one night as the school was sound asleep, Mark had his undead minions cowardly slaughter everyone in their sleep yet when they entered your room they only stood still as though awaiting commands, blocking your only way out in the process. You were at first frightened of what was to come next but you were more then willing to go down trying to fend for your school; so as you were reading yourself for an uneven fight of two against one Mark, face covered by the black mask that he was know for in present day, dressed darkly as the cloak billowed behind him as the undead got down on one knee before his presence, causing him to smirk pridefully before his dark eyes caught onto the betrayal your face portrayed.

He didn’t want to kill you like he did the others, after all you were the only one who blessed him with basic human decency yet it wasn’t enough to keep him away from delving headlong into the darkness that had been calling his name in the depths of his dreams, calling to him with promises of power and a potential future where you’d rule by his side. Who was he to pass up such a tempestuous offer? His vision was too obscured to the obvious fact that these were nothing more but false promises built upon the unspoken feelings he had yet to admit himself. Now that reality would never come to pass as soon enough a fight broke out between the both of you, blood was shed and bonds were broken that day but it was you who dealt the final blow by sending him and his undead horde elsewhere as you were left standing in the rubble of what once was your school; Now light ablaze with green fire that consumed it’s remains and some nearby trees as blood of the innocent stained the cobblestone road.

The smell of their charred corpses and smoke never left you as you began your own training for the day that Mark would ever return for revenge. It acted as a motivator and a haunting reminder of what would become of the small town you now lived in seclusion if you weren’t ready for him, for Necromancer. There were days were you’d find yourself thinking back to the days where you’d sit in a field away from everyone during break and making crowns for one another from the most unusual of things, smiling happily at one another from how ridiculous you both looked. You had to remind yourself that those days were gone, Mark had died that day he chose to give into Necromancer’s wishes and slaughter the school who viewed him as a disgrace without a second thought.

You brought a hand to rub at the scar across your forearm that was caused when one of Necromancer’s undead minions caught you with their sword that was laced with something that made you sluggish. Your eyes were blurred with tears at the fact that you had to fight someone you loved before getting serious when the reality of what loosing the fight would mean at the end and giving it your all to Mark’s surprise. He was certain that you’d yield and join him so when he was cast elsewhere that’s when the betrayal finally kicked in. Tears of anger brimmed his eyes causing him to tear off the black mask that covered his face to allow them to fall down his cheeks as he dropped to his knees in defeat, looking out at where you once stood, grasping your bloodied side with one hand while casting him out of your life with the other. He was doing this for the both of you! Why couldn’t you see that?! All he wanted was what’s best for you and that was to be together, side by side like you promised long ago during your first day at school where you found him hiding on the rooftop, crying.

You both missed one another, there was no other way of saying it but with how everything went down there was no future where the one of you would still be alive by the time you’d see each other again. The memories haunted you both with the what could’ve been if Mark had not took the route he did that night and the days leading up to that night. Fate had spoken and you were destined to face off one more time before the victor would be decided. You missed his tight and comforting hugs and he missed your sharp wit and overbearing kindness. Amongst the many crystals that laid within his lair Mark made one in your likeness subconsciously one day and would find himself talking to it as though he was talking to you before realising what he was doing and storming off to enact his revenge. His heart was hellbent on remembering you and the good times you brought him yet his mind was hellbent on reminding him of the day you betrayed him. There were once days where he was in utter distraught in which he should listen to but now he had made his decision, as long as you were alive acting as his weakness he’d never get stronger.

Yet fate had once again made itself known as he wandered through the small town on horseback to see firelight twinkle through the forest and an unsettling feeling embedded itself into his chest as he urged his horse after them though keeping a good enough distance between them and it wasn’t long until he priced together where they were heading. “No, no, they couldn’t be.” He murmured as he continued to follow even when the first person set your house alight as they were followed by others until your house was nothing but ashes and cinders. The fire roared in pain along side your cries until it simmered to smoke soon after, poetically paralleling how you stood there watching the school burn with a look that couldn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling in that moment. He wasn’t fast enough to save you and now he was left to suffer from your loss at the hands of the people that looked down on people like you and him.

Anger wasn’t even close with what Necromancer felt as thoughts of revenge entered his mind as he traveled back into town where the crowd was celebrating killing an magic user, too busy patting themselves on the back to notice the skeletal steed with the green flame mane stalking towards them with a clocked figure upon its back staring daggers into their hearts for taking you from him. They couldn’t see the tears of rage brimming his eyes as he lifted his corrupted hand to summon the undead who stood at attention. “Kill them all,leave not one survivor.” Necromancer ordered as your screams were all he could hear as he watched his minions kill every man, woman and otherwise without mercy. He could’ve saved you but he was too late and now he was paying the price. Flashes of your memories came to the forefront as he tried not to submit to the heart break but the harder he tried to not feel a thing the more painful the emotions got. They seared deep within his chest that he swore he was heating up from the inside from it.

After all was said and done Necromancer retreated back to his lair though not before paying one last visit to your burnt house where within the rubble he found a scrap of clothing, your clothing; Without hesitation he made a grab for it and held it against his chest as he finally allowed himself to feel out those emotions he tried to keep bottled inside. He screamed into the dark of the night, the pain, betrayal, heartbreak and loss came out of his throat like a broken roar. The last part of light within him had died along with you that night and now he just wanted to join you for he couldn’t deal with the pain yet fate wouldn’t allow him after all he was the villain of this story was he not?

#the necromancer x reader #the necromancer imagines #the necromancer imagine #markiplier imagines #markiplier imagine #markiplier x reader #markiplier egos x reader #markiplier egos imagine #markiplier egos imagines #iplier egos imagine #iplier egos x reader #iplier egos imagines #Spotify #necromancer mark x reader #necromancer mark imagines #necromancer mark imagine

[captain-neutrino]

pianist darkiplier

He needs a way to pass the time.

#link is the song I imagine him playing #markiplier #markiplier fanart #markiplier egos #Darkiplier #who killed markiplier #damien wkm #Darkiplier wkm #art #my art #asks #KCMU

[manebioniclegali]

Nosy — Mafia AU

You've gotten pretty good at sticking your nose in places where certain people don't want you investigating. Unfortunately, someone's taken notice.

A/N: Gender neutral. I'M FINALLY POSTING THIS!! I've been sitting on it for monthsss. imo this works best if you don't look at the tags (unless you follow one of the character ones, in which case rip). If it wasn't for the fact I have to tag characters for this to be put out in front of people, I wouldn't've lol. It's not that much of a twist but I like the little element of (potential) surprise.

The back of your head aches, the pain intensifying into a throbbing centered around a particular point on your skull. You’re laying down; this you know. You think laying on your side is making it worse. It’s dark out.

You open your eyes. It’s still dark out.

The rope biting into your wrists and the cloth gagging you make themselves known before you register the sack over your head as the source of the darkness; you can see pinpricks of light through the weave in the fabric. You shift to get more comfortable, but find something firm and unmoving against your feet.

“They’re awake.”

A male voice cuts through the quiet, addressing someone else in a hushed tone. It’s not as silent as you once thought, the sounds of cars bleeding through. You slide a little as they take a curve too sharply. Someone leans over in the seat by your head, maybe making sure you won’t fall onto the ground. Or maybe some other reason. After all—

Wait. Am I really being kidnapped?

Last you remember, you were following a lead on another business that might have been a mob front, one that you think could have led you to a prominent member of society, and it brought you to a part of town you thought would be fine, especially in the middle of the day. But then there was that sharp pain at the base of your skull, and the world going black…

…and now this, in an automobile going who-knows-where, with who-knows-who, wanting who-knows-what.

“Make sure they stay quiet,” comes the reply. You’d roll your eyes if you weren’t still groggy. What the hell else were you supposed to do? “I don’t want to hear a single sound from them.”

The person beside you pokes your back. “You hear that? Keep your yap shut.” You huff, the sound a loud exhale through your nose. His hand reaches under the bag and checks the knot on the gag. It’s caught some of your hair, and you wince as it pulls at it.

The rest of the car ride is relatively uneventful as you lay on the cracked leather seat, save for more maneuvers that leave you progressively closer to falling to the floor. You suspect they’d just let you lay there if that happened.

When they reach their destination, it’s with a sudden halt, the brakes screeching in protest. Your seemingly-inevitable destiny of faceplanting is prevented by a hand gripping your arm, although your one foot nearly makes it there. The men in the front seat waste no time in exiting the vehicle, and next thing you know, all three are dragging you out and forcing you to your feet. You don’t have time to even think to make any sounds of protest: they quickly shuffle you in a building, a hand on both of your upper arms, stopping for a minute for some undiscernable reason; you swear it’s with baited breath. Then you move forward some more, followed by a ding and the telltale sound and sway of an elevator car ascending, your head spinning and stomach flipping.

The men holding you hostage do remarkably little talking, only giving each other directions when strictly necessary. You think there’s a hierarchy, but they’ve given you nothing more that you can glean information from. Your mind is still too fuzzy to figure out why, exactly, you might be in this predicament, despite how long this elevator ride is.

The bell is barely done ringing out and the doors are hardly open before you’re on the move down some hall, where the squeaks of your shoes are the only things cutting through the air. The sound quality changes, hardwood and then carpet dampening everything, and they slow down. You’re forced to your knees with a grunt at the impact against the ground. The burlap sack is finally pulled from your head, fresher air filling your lungs at the same time that the light blinds you. You shut your eyes and instinctively move to shade them. Quite obviously, you can’t do such a thing with your wrists tied.

Eventually, you’re able to blink and squint as your vision adjusts. The first thing you spot once your eyes are open properly is the large mahogany desk adjacent to you; then the leather chairs you’re knelt between; then the rest of the office before you—bookshelves fit to bursting, a few plants, a cabinet with its secrets obscured from you, and the carpet under your feet that reaches under the desk. You try to turn your head to look more, but one of the men behind you knees you in the back, and you hiss in pain.

“Are you being rude to our guest?”

A new voice, much more pleasant than the men who kidnapped you, draws your attention to the source of all this light—the large windows behind the desk, and the man who stands in front of them, drowned out into shadow. He turns, and you can see his face for a moment before it’s gone again. “And you’ve gagged them, too?” He sighs. “Do take that off, will you? This is no way to treat a guest.”

With a huff that could be accompanied by an eye roll, the strip of cloth is untied, albeit none too gently. You open and close your mouth a few times to exercise your jaw.

“There we are.” You think the man smiles, then he faces the windows once more. “You may leave for now. Wait outside.”

You don’t turn to watch the men leave, although you do glance when the door clicks shut. The new man doesn’t speak immediately, which you are glad for, because there is something nagging you about this one’s voice, and it gives you time to figure out why it sounds so familiar. You test your bonds: no give. You’re not sure you want to see what happens if you try and stand.

“They didn’t hurt you too much, I hope?”

His voice startles you, and you hesitate in answering. Will he even give a damn about any injuries you sustained? “Well, I was knocked out…”

He huffs in frustration. “Those fools. That wasn’t necessary.” He draws closer, and you’re able to discern details about him easier: dressed in a business suit, a bit of facial hair, coiffed hair…only now do you spot the cane. This man’s identity is at the tip of your tongue; you’re sure it should be glaringly obvious, but your damn brain— “I’m sure you would have cooperated just fine.”

You consider it for a moment. You don’t think so; they were probably smart for rendering you unconscious first. They were lucky you woke up in time, though. “Perhaps.”

He smiles easily, the kind that is hard to distinguish between genuine and practiced. “Once you realized the stakes? Of course you would.”

A pang of panic mixes with your confusion. “I’m…I’m sorry, is there a reason I’m here, sir?”

The man leans against the desk, his lips twitching. “Yes, of course. We ought to get straight the point, shouldn’t we?” His eyes flick over you, sizing you up. “I am a busy man, after all. This city can’t run itself.”

City…the cane…his visage…his voice, one you can so easily envision coming through on the radio… You blanche. “Mayor Goodwin?”

Damien grins. “I’m surprised it took you this long, considering how astute you’ve been in the past.”

“A— A bump on the head will do that to you—” Your mind is reeling. “Wait, why—”

“I’m sure you have many questions,” the mayor says, “but I’m going to answer your first one: You are here because you are a rather persistent person, and you are quickly becoming a thorn in my side.” His tone gradually loses its jovality, his frustration bleeding through. “Originally, I was going to have those fellows outside pay you a visit and that be that, but you just keep poking your nose into places too close to home for me to let you slide.” He straightens up and pops his knuckles. You notice your heartbeat louder in your chest now.

Never in a million years did you suspect the mayor of all people to be involved. You figured some councilmembers, but the youngest mayor in the city’s history? The man known for his friendliness and very much not for his apparent involvement in crime? “So why bring me here, to you?” you say, more hoarse than you want. “Why not just rough me up like everyone else who goes too far?”

“Sometimes a personal message is more effective.” He’s directly before you in mere moments, despite his measured steps. You had heard and read the mayor was taller than most, even seen it from far away, but here on your knees, you feel absurdly small in comparison. You’re not sure how you feel about it. You push it out of your mind as he continues. “Violence isn’t always the solution, my dear.”

Your cheeks warm confusingly as he brings himself down to your level, squatting slowly. “Plus,” he says, tilting his head, “you are such an incredibly fascinating case.”

“I could go to the DA,” you blurt. “I could take this story to the papers.”

A laugh bursts from him. “The DA? My dear friend since college? My right hand?” He uses one chair to help him stand again. “And good luck trying to get a story to the papers without proper evidence…and my word against yours. Besides, wouldn’t you rather enjoy a long, healthy life?” Damien winks. “I think the decision is quite clear for you.”

Honestly, it really should be. But you’re nothing if not stubborn, just in your own way. “So, what, you let me go? And that’s it? I just keep my mouth shut and everything is fine?”

He nods. “Exactly.” He retreats to his desk, pausing to think. “Well, not entirely, but you don’t need to know the details.” Damien chuckles. “That’s for me to know and you to, probably, never find out.”

The unknowns cause your stomach to knot up. “I’m not going to be found dead in a ditch tomorrow, am I?” You realize once you ask that question that you should really act and sound more brave, but it’s too late now. You start to try and stand. “I won’t go missing into the bay—?”

“Stay.”

The sternness has you following what he says, returning to your kneeling position. You don’t understand what’s happening in your chest. “No. I’m a man of my word. No violence against you…for now.”

“Man of your word…yeah right,” you mutter to yourself. The mayor turns back to you, steel in his eyes.

“Do not doubt me. Did I not promise I’d protect the city?” He frowns. “I did not lie.” He returns to the large windows, outlined in light once more. “Don’t make me regret my decision.” Loud enough for the men outside the room to hear, he calls out, “Come in.”

The door opens posthaste, and the men seem to pile in, from what you can hear. “You may take them home now.”

Your blood runs cold at the idea of a man like this knowing where you live, but being pulled to your feet jostles it from your mind. They start to remove you from the room, but Damien interjects, “Oh, one more thing.”

You’re turned back to face him. He has that politician’s smile on his face again. “I suspect that, despite this, we will meet again one day. Hopefully it is for the right reasons.” Damien grins. It has a sharpness to it you can’t place. “Have a good day, —”

He ends the farewell with your full name. You don’t have time to process what that evokes before you’re out the door and the sack is over your head once more.

#wkm #wkm au #who killed markiplier #markiplier #wkm damien #wkm the mayor #x reader #only in technicality #also last name wasn't something i came up with; i have since adopted it from a pal bc i can't imagine him having any other lol #mafia au #markiplier egos #💙 #sab writes #*cant imagine him having any other at this point i mean #in which y/n is scared and very confused lol #damien

[strawberryamanita]

Darkiplier feeding me Ibuprofen from their hand like a horse, and then throwing me out of their house on the soft warm conk reet 🖤

#i heard y'all like ego imagines 🖤🖤🖤 #markiplier #darkiplier #medicine #i'm in physical agony lol /lh

[otterlyinluv]

A touch of darkness (pt.2)

Here's part 1

Summary: What happened after the office incident OR in which Yancy tries to eat breakfast and Wilford becomes a matchmaker

Pairing: Darkiplier x DA!Reader

Tags: sfw, fluffy, jealous Dark, proximity, thunderstorm, comfort, confessions and realisations

A/N: I apologize for the long wait, I actually finished it earlier but I decided to scrap the last third and rewrite it completely- Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.9k

"So you like Mr. Doom and gloom, so what?"

You almost choked on the chocolate milk Wilford made you.

"No, that doesn't make sense. Nothing even happened. He just fixed my computer, and then I felt weird."

Wilford raised an eyebrow at you.

"My dear, you might not see it, but you look like a lovesick fool."

Your face started to feel warm.

"No, I do not! I came for advice, Wilford, but now I know I chose the wrong person." You stood up from the armchair, leaving the chocolate milk on the desk, when Wilford started to wave his arms around.

"Okay, okay, fine, I'll stop." He grabbed you by the shoulders and plopped you back on the armchair.

"Now," he said, no longer in the spot he was a second ago. His little teleporting shenanigans didn't bother you as much as they did during the first months of your stay at the mansion. Whenever he suddenly disappeared and reappeared at a completely different place, you'd always get a mini heart attack, which lead to him doing it even more frequently to mess with you. What you hadn't realized then was he did it only to get you used to things that weren’t exactly normal. Wilford was a good guy at heart even if his methods were a bit... unconventional.

"Since you don't believe me, we'll go about it in a different way." You turned around to where he was. He made you stand up from the chair and gripped your hands.

"Which thoughts race through your head like fluttering butterflies frolicking in a field when he’s with you? How does he make you feel in general?"

The corner of your mouth turned up at the metaphor, and you looked off into the distance. After the encounter in your office, you started bumping into each other far more frequently than before. Or maybe you noticed him more. And when you did see each other, his gaze seemed to linger on you a suspiciously long time. Whenever you made eye contact during meetings, you felt a flutter in your chest. A flutter you didn't feel with anyone else.

You looked at Wilford with a sense of epiphany. His eyes seemed to light up.

"Am I interrupting something?" Dark said, standing in the doorway, his arms crossed.

You ripped your hands from Wilfords'.

"Oh, Darkie. Why we were just having a lovely chat, nothing for you to worry about." Wilford drawled, putting his arm over your shoulder.

Dark's eyes darted to your shoulder, and his gaze hardened. The colored aura that surrounded him seemed to gain a more blue hue. It only lasted a couple of seconds before he rolled his neck.

"Excuse me." He suddenly ran off out of the room, his fists clenched.

You saw Wilford grinning out of the corner of your vision as he put his arm away from you.

"Wilford, what did you do?" You said, glaring at him.

"I just gave him a little push, that's all." 

--

You really wanted some cereal.

The mansion was pleasantly quiet because you liked to wake up earlier than everyone else. While listening to Illinois boast about all his adventures or Google try to subtly persuade you to grant him admin privileges was entertaining once in a while, it wasn't something you wanted to do first thing in the morning.

You were able to find your favorite brand of cereal, a spoon, and some milk. The only thing that was missing was a bowl. You looked into the cupboard where the bowls usually were, but there were none. You wondered who kept misplacing the contents of the cupboards and kept searching.

Still nothing.

You grabbed a chair to stand on so you could reach the cupboards that were higher up. You carefully stood up on it and opened the one closest to you. Finally!

Unfortunately for you, the bowls were on the top shelf. You huffed and stood on your tiptoes. After stretching your arm as far as you could, you were finally able to grab a suitable bow.

But you leaned back so suddenly you lost your balance. You flailed your arms in a futile attempt to regain stability. You mentally prepared yourself to come into contact with the cold hard floor when you felt someone grab your waist to support you.

You let out a relieved breath only to look down at the grey hands, which were now firmly holding you in place. The area which the hands were in contact with was completely devoid of color. You turned around to see Dark without his signature jacket, his eyes wide. You were frozen, but your skin burned where his hands were.

"You should be more careful. You would have fallen if I hadn't gotten to you in time."

You couldn't move. The only thing you felt was the oddly gentle hold he had on you. The bowl, which you were now holding safely, was the last of your worries.

"Still as clumsy as ever," he chuckled under his breath. His thumbs twitched, and you blinked at each other in realization of your compromising position.

He cleared his throat as he stepped back as if burned, removing his hands in the process. You carefully got down from the chair.

It was so quiet you could almost hear his aura crackle in the air like static.

"I, uh... Thank you for... that."

"You are welcome," he said quietly.

You were looking at the ground, your face strangely warm. Your gaze traveled to his shirt, the first two buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hands bordered with blue and red the hands that held you were now hanging at his sides.

You stared too long. You could feel him looking at you. You glanced at him.

He was looking straight at you. So intensely that you felt like he could see directly into your soul. So expressively, his eyes seemed more brown than black.

He took a shuddering breath.

"Is youse making cereal? Leave some for me!" Your head jolted to Yancy standing in the doorway.

Dark snapped out of whatever trance he was in and promptly left the room with no parting words.

"Woah, what got him so worked up?" Yancy walked to you as you looked at the door, deep in thought.

"I'd like to know that too."

--

After having finished your perfect bowl of cereal, it was back to sitting in your tiny office. Normally, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Nothing special, just you sitting behind your desk working at your computer. Except you weren't. You couldn't.

Not when whenever you closed your eyes, you could remember Dark standing over you so clearly. Your little... encounter happened a few weeks ago, yet you still couldn't focus properly while you were here. It took you at least half an hour to distract yourself enough to at least start working. It was frustrating, but there wasn't much you could do. Talk to him about it when he has most likely forgotten about it already? Yeah, sure.

Now that you thought about it, there was something else that was making you unfocused today. Why did Dark look like he wanted to murder Wilford when he was just being touchy as usual?

And this morning... He just caught you out of politeness so you wouldn't fall flat on your face. Or maybe he just didn't want you to break the bowl. You didn't allow yourself to even consider the possibility that maybe he didn't want to see you hurt. And the way his hands stayed on your waist just a few seconds more... Boy, did you forget how to talk then.

Maybe you were looking into it too much. Sure, he was nicer than before, but he could simply be more comfortable with you. As a friend. Yeah, that must be it.

Satisfied with your thinking session, you were ready to get to work.

Your concentration was disturbed by the sound of your door opening, followed by a thud of something heavy being dumped in, and then the door immediately slammed shut again.

You looked up from your computer to a sight you never would have expected - Dark rapping at the door, violently shaking the door handle.

"Now Damie, remember what I told you. If you want something, go get it!" Wilford slurred, his voice muffled by the door.

"Wilford, open the door this instant, or I swear I will kill you. I am serious."

"Oh, promises, promises. Focus your energy on the important things!" Wilford's voice faded away as he supposedly walked away from the door.

"That insufferable..." he mumbled to himself, turning around.

His clothes were wrinkled as if someone tried to physically push him into the room but was met with resistance. You couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Uhm, welcome, I guess."

He sighed. "Hi."

"So, what happened for you to end up here of all places?" You leaned on your arm. It might have been an unexpected situation, but that didn't mean you weren't going to enjoy it. Dark, on the other side, seemed really determined to fulfill his promise to Wilford. "When Wil sets his mind to something, nothing can stop him. Not even me." He tried to open the door to emphasize his point, and as expected, it didn't budge.

"Can you not get out by... other means?" You never really knew how his powers worked. And you doubted he would tell you even if you did ask.

"No. I don't know how he did it, but he managed to completely lock me out -" He looked around. "-or in. Technically."

As his eyes surveyed the room, you realized how small it was. It was enough for you, but Dark seemed to fill a big part of the room just with the colored aura that surrounded him. Come to think of it, why was he standing so far away from where you were?

"Well, I'm guessing we're going to be here for some time, so why don't we sit down somewhere more comfortable?" You pointed to a light brown sofa leaning against a wall. His eyes followed your hand to the middle-sized sofa. You winced. You didn't want to make it awkward for him to sit down there alone, but maybe he would rather you didn't sit with him. Why didn't you just ask him what he wanted in the first place-

He simply nodded and sat on the sofa. Having no other choice, you plopped down next to him.

Small raindrops started hitting the window.

You turned to say something to fill the silence at the same time as he did, which resulted in you looking away from each other. He let out the quietest chuckle, and you couldn't help yourself but do the same.

"You can go first." Dark said.

"Ah, it wasn't anything specific, just that the rain is getting stronger." You expected him to simply nod and direct the topic somewhere else. Instead, he looked over to the window. The rain was now strong enough to be audible if you were both quiet, which is what was happening now. Dark looked as if he was observing the rain. As if simply the fact you told him about it gave it value.

"It indeed is."

After a couple of seconds, he took a breath. "I've never noticed how small this office is."

"You're right, but I like it. It makes it feel cozy. It also holds memories more easily. " In fact, your brain was recalling a rather specific memory involving him. But you doubted he would be thinking of that.

"Well, I'm glad. The area carries a certain air that only you have."

"Oh, and what might that be?" You smirked.

"Comfort. Something you want to return to and treasure every moment spent with."

You stared at him wide-eyed.

"Ah, I said too much, didn't I? Forgive me." He looked to the door.

You were touched by how highly he thought of you. Yet there was an unspoken implication in his statement.

Thunder rang out.

You flinched and crashed into Dark. His arms shot out, cradling you against him.

"Are you alright?"

You squeezed your eyes closed as you tried to focus on your breathing.

"I... I'm just scared of thunder. The sound..." You trailed off, heart beating rapidly in your chest.

His hold on you tightened as he gently moved your head to the crook of his neck. He rubbed his hand across your back in soothing motions with a soft "Shh" every couple of seconds. You let him hold you until you eventually stopped shaking like a leaf in the wind.

That's when you realized what a compromising position you were in and stared at him in shock.

"I apologize, I overstepped." He frowned, untangling his hands from you.

As soon as you felt the absence of him, you realized.

"I don't mind." You said, and his face visibly relaxed. "I actually don't mind a lot of things when it comes to you. Simply being with you is... nice."

He let out a quiet laugh. You wished you could put the sound in a bottle. "You're just saying that because we are stuck together."

You laughed and let out a rebuttal.

Minutes passed with other witty remarks, and before you could realize, the brief rainstorm had completely passed. You were confused that you hadn't heard another thunder since there had to have been at least one. But you had gotten too involved in Dark's quips to notice the sound. Dark cracking jokes... now that was something you would have never imagined.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Dark asked, leaning his head on his arm.

"What?"

"You were staring at me without saying anything for a while now, so I figured you had something interesting going on in that brain of yours."

Heat rushed into your cheeks. You didn't realize you had been looking right at him.

You cleared your throat and saw him smiling out of the corner of your eye. "I was just wondering," you smiled back, "do you often run away?"

Dark quickly turned his head away in shame.

"First, it was when I was talking with Wilford. You came in and then suddenly excused yourself. Then, this morning, too... What's going on? Did I do something?"

He sighed. "No, no, you didn't do anything. It's me." He added quietly.

"How so?"

He responded after a couple of seconds. "I am afraid that if I tell you, a lot of things might change... between us." The look in his dark eyes was earnest, almost nostalgic.

Oh.

Oh.

You pondered upon his statement for a few seconds. "Does change always have to be bad?"

As soon as you said the sentence, you were hit with a sense of deja vu. You felt like you've said it before, but how?

In tandem with your confusion, a slight shock spread on his features. As if in a trance, you put your hand on his cheek. Looking him up and down, you studied his features. There was nothing different from what you've come to know. Why were you expecting to see something else?

Your fingers moved on your own in a caress.

His eyes fluttered shut. You traced over his forehead, moving to his cheekbones when you ended up near his lips. Features oh so familiar like you knew them for years. Now that his eyes were closed, he seemed different. At peace. So close.

He opened his eyes, and there it was again. The two of you in your office. The proximity close enough to feel electrifying. None of you said anything as a decision hung in the air. But only up until his onyx-like eyes flicked from your own to your lips.

He smiled. "Would it be foolish of me to say I want to kiss you right now?"

And you answered by leaning in.

You let yourselves be entangled by the sheer amount of emotion as your lips brushed against each other. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer like he wanted to drown himself in you. You basked in the softness of your embrace, finally feeling as if everything has fallen into place.

He pulled away as you tried to catch your breath.

"So beautiful." He whispered, tenderly tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Before you could respond, he went right back in. Not that you minded, of course.

No sooner than a minute had passed were you interrupted by your office door swinging open.

"Glad to see you've finally figured yourselves out! Now, if we could-" Wilford's voice was cut off as Dark slammed the door with a motion of his hand.

He brushed his hair away from his face and turned back to you.

"It did look like he needed something." You gazed at the door pensively.

"I am sure he did, but," he smoothed out your shirt, "I do believe you don't want anyone seeing you like this."

You tried to keep from laughing as you regarded his own disheveled appearance. "You're not too neat either, Sir 'Irons his shirts every morning'."

He rolled his eyes but smiled at you regardless. Getting up from the couch, he held out his hand, which you accepted, and headed to whatever wacky escapade Wilford was up to this time.

#x reader #reader insert #darkiplier x reader #dark x reader #darkiplier #damien x da #wkm damien #damien the mayor #awhm yancy #wilford warfstache #markiplier egos #iplier egos #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #imagines

[astro-iplier]

Imagine The Jims had a youtube channel for Jim News and they made clips of their news segments calling them ‘Jim Bits’.

#that would be a great mini series for them too #like I’m imagining them at that forest Mark filmed the lucky flannel ad in #and they’re there and they’re reporting on a strange abundance of squirrels in the area #wouldn’t it be so fun #markiplier egos #headcanons #markiplier jim #wkm #who killed markiplier