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amee-racle-ofmyown · 2 days
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thievin', stealin', taking what's not yours😖❤️
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mnt-arts · 2 days
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what if we were thieves and we were in love
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drew heist and y/n again bc i can,,
reblogs appreciated !!
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moonymoonsiplier · 5 months
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A part 2 to the AHWM shenanigans from another post here.
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graphic-hawk · 1 month
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I recently rewatched Heist, too lol
Here’s some Illinois ❤️
Don’t repost/steal
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faeriescorpio · 1 year
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A Heist With Markiplier As memes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITjj8Lq8HBQ
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i-am-03 · 2 years
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Just a thought popped in--
If y/n was the da. I bet they would panic about video calls like either seeing someone or themselves in a tiny contraption reminds them back when they were trapped in a mirror and they dont want anyone to experience that too.
Like probably some ego at the manor or actor!mark was teaching about recent gadgets because of how much its a convinient to have in recent years. Probably the latter part its for his story telling, his plans. To keep up with the time but overwhelmed with so many things new happening at how much its a different of the oast and the present.
And that dark texting scene from ahwm. Dark knew about how y/n would react badly with calls because he knows (and somewhere deep down cares) about them. Maybe I am just self-projecting but shh lemme have this one
Or dark also hates video calls because it reminds him of what he had done and that mirror scene from damien. So they both have something in common--
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firebug404 · 1 year
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wkm/ahwm/adwm/iswm y/n headcanon 
when we got shot it was right in the center of our chest close enough that we can obviously see it and far enough that its a bit too difficult to hide from people and when viewer interacts with dark or goes to the void the bullet wound starts to bleed all over again ans that's why mark is so set on keeping an eye on the viewer after the events of wkm also cause he wants to at least control something over damien cause he cares about y/n 
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seraph-draws-stuff · 2 years
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something something friends and almost lovers to enemies to frenemies to antagonistic lovers
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litteredcorpses · 10 months
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finally getting to these. here's my heist y/n ;-P
yes their goggles are inspired by spiderman btw. before anyone asks. if anyone was asking. it is. i like it a lot. cool bye
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midnight-nightrose · 2 months
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Some concept designs of y/n or us the viewer
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whoops, you stole my heart
Flufftober day 3 prompt “‘wait, you love me?’ ‘I always have.’”
Warnings: Light angst, arguing, the mildest of hurt and mostly comfort.
Summary: After a close call on a heist, you accidentally admit something you didn't mean to.
AO3
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“Of all the stupid–” the door rattles as you unlock it, passing into the entry of your shared apartment “What were you thinking?”
Mark kicks the door shut, yanking off his beanie. His hair sticks up messily. Not that it could ever be described as neat, you think.
“I was thinking,” He exaggerates the word, “That we were about to be caught, so I might as well take the attention off of you while you get into the safe! You should be thanking me!”
“For what?” you drop your duffle bag on the coffee table with a bang, wincing in the back of your mind and hoping you didn't crack it. You unzip it and point to the stolen, still locked, safe inside “Making the job more complicated? Not staying quiet when you could have just let the guards pass? Getting a gun pointed at you? Popping a party popper in his face? Where did you even get that, it was worse than the steak plan!”
“Those are fantastic plans!” He throws his hands in the air, annoyed expression on his face “Why does it even matter? We got the goods, we’re set for a good month!”
Your chest constricts. Of course it matters, of course it does. “You’re missing the point!”
“What point!?”
You don’t have an answer, no fears you’d care to say aloud. You stare at each other unmoving for a few moments in stubborn silence.
Mark breaks it, huffing and muttering a “Fine, whatever.” under his breath while he moves past you.
You pinch the bridge of your nose in agitation at the dismissal, though you know it was mostly your fault. “Honestly, Mark, you’re lucky I’m in love with you.”
“Whatever!” He calls again.
Then he trips, realizing at the same time as you. His forehead hits the doorframe with a dull thud. “wait! WAIT!”
You turn around, face ablaze, pointing at him “No–”
“You–”
“Mark–”
He points to himself dumbly, hanging onto the doorframe “You love me?”
“I’m–”
His expression is of comedic disbelief, openly shocked as he stares at you with wide eyes, argument seemingly forgotten with the revelation. His hair is still sticking up.
You don’t know how to answer, your first instinct is to lie, to take it back and go back to fighting over heists and safety. The silence drags on while you try to come up with something, anything to salvage this.
Your resolve crumbles when he whispers your name like a plea, forgoing his many nicknames for you for the first time in a while.
“...I do,” you finally admit “I–...I always have.”
He’s in front of you in a blink, looking down at you, dark eyes searching yours. You can see his freckles this close.
“You never…” Mark trails off, shaking his head slightly.
You swallow, choosing to look at the half dead plant illuminated by yellow lamplight in your window instead of at him. “It was never a good time.” you finally settle on.
“Not exactly a good time now, either.” He jokes weakly.
“No,” you murmur “It isn’t.”
This isn’t how you wanted it to go, if you even ever wanted it to ‘go’ at all. Everything you have with Mark is at risk in this moment, every following action about to rewrite everything between you two just because you couldn’t keep a hold on your own stupid feelings during an argument.
“I’m glad.”
You glance back to him, meeting his eyes.
“What?” You ask.
“I’m glad you told me,” Mark repeats “Even if it was while you were yelling at me about how stupid I am.”
You wince, eyes flicking down.
“I’m sorry,” you apologize softly, “I don’t think you’re stupid, Mark, I just–I see you there in front of watchmen, and I can’t…I can’t lose you, Mark.”
He says your name with a gentle squeeze on your shoulder, making you look at him again. He’s closer than before.
“Why do you think,” he asks, “I’m always trying to stand between you and guards?”
His name falls from your lips quietly. He takes your hand, bringing it up between you.
“I’ll always rather it be me than you,” he says with so much sincerity you feel like you may melt through the floor, “I thought that was obvious by now. I don’t know how you haven’t figured out yet that I’m in love with you.”
He’s–
Your heart practically explodes in your chest, stomach fluttering like it always does at the grin that suddenly grows on his face.
“I’m starting to think you were just distracted by how handsome I am,” He teases, which, he might be right, but hey.
“Shut up,” you scoff, ignoring how he tips his head next to yours, his forehead resting against your temple affectionately.
“Make me.” There’s a huff of his laughter, his breath puffing against your skin.
Your heart swells from the confession and the proximity. He lifts his head when you touch his face, your fingers brushing over the sprinkling of light freckles on his cheek and temple before stopping on his forehead. You swipe your thumb over the red mark left from the hit to the doorframe. He hums curiously, and you barely keep from melting when he leans into your touch.
“Doorframe did a number on you,” you say “Hit it pretty hard.”
“Can you blame me?” Mark grins “you kinda sprung your undying love on me.”
“I did not.”
“‘Oh, Mark,’” he mocks “‘I am completely in love with you and at night I dream of kissing you in the moonlight’. Just like that. I was there.”
A laugh bursts from you “I did not say that!”
“Right, right, you dream of kissing me under cheap lamplight. I forget I’m more of a classy romantic than you are.”
“I’m leaving.” you announce, trying to hide how flustered you’re getting.
His arms wind around your waist before you can do more than turn, pulling you against him chest-to-chest with no way to escape his strong hold “Oh, no you don’t, buddy. C’mon, I haven’t even gotten to tell you how handsome and/or beautiful I think you are.”
The blush relights on your face and you shove lightly at his chest. He laughs warmly, eyes sparkling playfully.
“Absolutely gorgeous.” He doubles down, leaning closer “Nearly as good-looking as yours truly.”
“You’re impossible,” You complain with barely hidden fondness, nose nearly bumping his “Stop that.”
He hums, heart stopping smile coming back mischievously. You don’t think time passes at all when he looks at you like that “Tell me you love me again and I might.”
I love you, you think
“Absolutely not.” you say, your fingers curl in his black sweater.
Mark wiggles his eyebrows and pulls back slightly. “Might do it for a kiss.”
You’d gladly take that offer, but you refuse to admit that. You retreat back to the only meager defense you’ve ever had against him “Shut up.”
His pretty eyes flick down to your mouth. “Make me.” He repeats.
This time you do. You meet in the middle, that grin still on his face, the one that always means running from cops and thrills and trouble. You don’t mind it though, you’ll just be trouble together, the way you’ve been since the moment you met.
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amee-racle-ofmyown · 3 months
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and they were partners in crime (omg they were partners in crime)
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moonymoonsiplier · 1 year
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The best thing about watching Mark’s choose-your-own adventure videos is getting to rewatch them until you’ve seen all of the endings :>
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crackedegotheories · 2 years
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I recall seeing a question floating around after the end of ISWM that I wanted to tackle today: how, exactly, is the Captain able to hold on to Engineer Mark when you choose to, uh, hold on?
Well, we know the Captain is super strong. 10/10 high fiver, but might break your hand if they’re not being careful strong. Like strong enough to not get sucked out into the vacuum of space when a poorly planned window breaks, and to hold on to their head engineer at the same time.
But, you might say, we clearly see the Captain grab on to the control panel before grabbing Mark’s hand there. In “Hold On,” the Captain is holding Mark with one hand and handling the crystal with the other, so what was stopping them from being lifted up into the wormhole the same as Mark?
To which I say: third hand.
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Look, if we got a third hand in Heist, there’s nothing to say we didn’t have one in Space. Some might consider “you do not have a third hand” something that doesn’t need to be explicitly said and can’t just be assumed in a separate project, but…shush.
One hand for Mark, one hand for crystal, and one hand for holding onto those safety railings around the warp core because they’re clearly not there for any other reason. Easy.
We’re even handling a crystal in both scenes, so bonus theory time: the crystal from In Space originated from the same place as Illinois’s “just a rock”:
A gift from (unconfirmed, but possibly monkey) heaven.
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faeriescorpio · 1 year
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https://youtu.be/ITjj8Lq8HBQ
so i didnt make that animatic i promised to make by AHWM’s anniversary please accept this as an offering instead
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i-am-03 · 1 year
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*Taps megaphone*
Y/n has fear of heights because their original body fell off the balcony after being shot.
Oh and dark feels even more torn (if possible) because the body that dark is inhabiting in, has an irrational fear. One of the punishment that dark is tormented for some siblings steals of a body of the younger sibling's friend/lover
*Skidaddles away*
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