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lyssak09 · 1 year

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Masterlist & Things I write for

AN: I automatically write the reader as female so when you re quest please please tell me what pronouns you want the reader to have. Also if requested I will and can write the reader as part of the LGBTQ+ community

Key: Italics means to be posted/its a draft

Fandoms I can write for:

Supernatural

Corpse Bride (my favorite movie ever)

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Night Court (1986)

Certain Stephen King movies: Just request one and I’ll tell you if I have seen it or not

Doctor Sleep

Charmed (the original one)

The Labyrinth (David Bowie movie)

Krull (1983)

Secret Obsession (netflix movie)

Day of the Dead: Bloodline

The Walking Dead (seasons 1-7) I get pissed with the show when I get to parts of season 7 so I stop watching and restart from the beginning of the show

Umbrellas Academy

Z Nation

Warehouse 13

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Dead by Daylight

Adventure Time

The Big Bang Theory

Friends

Suicide Squad (both movies)

Futurama

Slashers: Ghostface (preferably Stu), Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason, Brahms Hillshire

Star Trek: TNG, Voyager, Lower Decks

My Bloody Valentine: Both 1981 and 2009 movies so please be specific with which one you want

Markiplier & Jacksepticeye egos

Masterlist

Supernatural

Yandere Dean hcs

Yandere Shapeshifter hcs

Yandere Sam hcs

Yandere Archangels request

Yandere Castiel hcs

Yandere Lucifer hcs

Yandere Casifer hcs

Yandere Casifer with Trans!reader request

Yandere Archangels soulmates request

Dead by daylight

Platonic Yandere killers reaction to child reader

Yandere Leon with Killer!reader request

Yandere Leon with Killer!reader pt.2 request

Platonic Yandere (HOY) Trapper & Huntress with tween!reader request

Platonic Yandere Huntress & Trapper request

Yandere Nemesis hcs request

Yandere Killers & Survivors request pt.1

Yandere Killers & Survivors request pt.2

Yandere Doctor hcs request

Plantonic yandere (HOY) Trapper & Huntress pt.2

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Yandere Jake Peralta hcs

Yandere Jake with Lawyer!reader request

Yandere Jake

Yandere Rosa

Yandere Amy

Yandere Charles request

Star Trek

Yandere Q request

Yandere William Riker

Yandere Data

Yandere Tom Paris

Umbrella Academy

Yandere Five with Soft!reader request

Yandere Five hcs

Yandere Luther hcs

Yandere Diego hcs

The Walking Dead

Yandere Daryl with motherly!reader hcs request

Yandere Daryl motherly!reader hcs pt.2 request

Yandere Daryl

Yandere Daryl VS Rick hcs/sorta request

Yandere Rick VS Governor request

Yandere Rick hcs

Yandere Grown Carl hcs

Yandere Michonne hcs

Yandere Governor request

Miscellaneous (Aka writing that doesn’t have their own category yet)

Yandere Brahms Heelshire (The boy)

Yandere Elliot Stabler (L&O SVU)

Yandere Mack Thompson (Z Nation) hcs

Yandere Emily (Corpse Bride) hcs

Yandere Black Mask/Roman Sionis (DC/BOP)

Yandere Pete Latimer (Warehouse 13) hcs

Yandere Homelander (The Boys) hcs

Yandere Joker (Suicide Squad) hcs (Fight me on this)

Yandere Piper Hallowell (Charmed) hcs

Yandere Leo (Charmed) hcs

Yandere Colwyn (Krull) hcs

Yandere Danny Torrance (Doctor Sleep) hcs I love Ewan McGregor

Yandere Max (Day of the dead: Bloodline) hcs

Yandere Victor (Corpse Bride) hcs

Yandere Wilford Warfstache hcs

Yandere Antisepticeye hcs

Ocs

Tyler from my yandere song fic

Evan ( Yandere Landlord)

Daniel (Yandere Slasher)

Hudson (Yandere Cop/Sheriff)

Luke (Yandere Childhood friend/Bully)

Damien (Yandere Teacher)

Zachary (Yandere zombie apocalypse survivor)

Derek (Yandere Hypnotist/ Therapist)

Ashton (Yandere Neighbor)

Zeke (Yandere robot boss)

William (Yandere Prisoner)

Adrian (Yandere Asylum patient)

Devon (Yandere Priest)

Jason (Yandere Step father)

Max (Yandere step brother)

Anthony (Yandere slasher/homicide survivor)

Ryan (Yandere childhood friend)

Ewan (Yandere military man)

Unnamed (Yandere boss)

Unnamed (Yandere AI robot house)

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artsytj-97 · 1 year

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Introducing high school Maggie and Wilford!!

These two were so fun to design, especially Maggie. I just felt like she was a silly bandz wearer and that Wil has buttons on his sweater.

Maggie isn’t my OC, she belongs to @ratt-teeth

#high school au #maggie #wilford warfstache #markiplier #oc x canon #ocxcanon

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yourstrulykline · 2 years

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Wrote a thing for my own happiness because my stalker found me again 😰

Choices AU: The Host

Summary: Violette allows The Host to borrow a pencil. Fluff ensues.

CW: none

Notes: based on a true story accept the dude I gave my number to had a girlfriend already (whoopsies-)

Word count: 1,351

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“The Host sat in his place at the wooden, oval table, along with the various other egos who had begun flowing into the room, taking their places. Opening his book to take notes of the meeting that was soon to start, he picked up his… oh.”

The man in the tan trench coat and bloody blindfold was a little surprised to find that his pencil was nowhere to be found. Not that he could look for it, but with his narrative powers, he knew it just wasn’t near him.

“The Host sighed, disappointed to find that he must’ve left his pencil at home. Luckily for him, he had a spare-“

“You can borrow one of mine, if you’d like?”, a young woman, not much younger than The Host, offered with a smile. The Host couldn’t recall when she had entered the room, which was unusual for him.

“The Host smiled softly, gently taking the pencil from the beautiful woman-“, he blushed after he realized the words that left his mouth, which caused the woman to smile. “A-ah, uh… The Host thanks her for her generosity, just as Wilford bounds into the room, signifying that the meeting was about to begin.”

As if on cue, the pink-clad, energetic, reality-defying Wilford Warfstache made his presence known, and everyone took their places in their seats, including the woman, who sat in the seat across from The Host.

The Host recorded the meetings' events upon his paper, and narrated everything under his breath. Every now and then, he could feel her gaze upon him, which caused him to blush. He could hear her chuckle softly and then focus back upon Wilford and whatever the heck he was talking about. Probably just utter nonsense at this point, The Host honestly wasn’t sure what these meetings were for in the long run. But, after what seemed like forever, Dark got Wilford to finally close out the meeting and everyone went their separate ways.

“Well, mostly. Yes, some of the egos left to go do their own things, but some of the egos stayed to just catch up with one another. Which was great for The Host, who needed to return his pencil to the woman he met earlier. He focused, trying to feel if she had left or not. But, unfortunately for him, she had already left. However, not all hope was lost, as there was going to be another meeting in three days. He placed the pencil inside an interior pocket of his trench coat and proceeded to make his way-“

Wilford started to make his way over to The Host, “Heyyy, Hosty! What’d you think of the meeting today?”

“The Host walked faster, attempting to avoid conversation.”

“Ooooh, come on now, don’t be like that!” Wilford laughed, keeping up with The Host. “What’d you think of that wonderful newcomer, Violette?”

“The Host proceeded to walk faster, hoping Wilford didn’t notice the blush dusting The Host’s face-”

“Oh, ho ho! Does somebody have a little crush?” Wilford teased with a mischievous grin. “Well, lucky for you, Violette will be here again at our next meeting.”

“The Host stopped in his tracks at the mention of this information, turning his face to look towards Wilford. The Host nodded before resuming his attempt to escape Wilford.”

Wilford chuckled to himself, leaving The Host to his own business.

-Three days later -

“The Host hid himself in the bathroom, trying his best to calm his shaky nerves. Why was he this nervous? Could it be that Wilford was right, did The Host have some sort of feelings for this girl? The Host shook his head, as if physically trying to rid the idea from his head.

“The Host finished washing the remaining streams of blood off his face before tying the blindfold back over where his eyes would be… The Host sighed, straightening his coat in order to get the wrinkles out, and then made his way toward the meeting. The Host passed by Wilford, who, very much against The Host’s will, slung an arm around his shoulder and kept up with The Host’s walking pace before speaking-“

“Ahhh, Hosty! Glad you could make it today!”, Wilford exclaimed, then lowered his voice, “She’s already here, I made sure of it. Go get her, tiger!”

“The Host was then forcibly shoved into the meeting room, and Wilford slapped him on the shoulder heartedly before walking away, needing to run a few errands before the meeting began.

“The Host’s heart fluttered when he heard her voice, accompanied by a monotone, electronic voice, who The Host presumed to be Google. Slowly and carefully, The Host made his way across the room and over to the woman, who seemed profoundly interested in whatever Google was talking about.

“The Host cleared his throat, catching the woman’s attention. Her gaze was on him as he proceeded to inform her that he had waited for three days to return her pencil to her. The woman was surprised as The Host gave the pencil to her, blushing as her hand brushed against his.”

“I, uh… thank you.”, Violette stammered, struggling to find words. She stood up, deciding to introduce herself to this kind stranger, completely forgetting about the conversation she was just having with Google, who was somewhat pissed about the situation and grumbled something inaudible under his breath.

Eventually, the meeting started and everyone took their places. Wilford blabbered about various things, but Violette could not pay attention for the life of her. Her thoughts were on The Host and his kindness. Sure, he was a little strange in appearance, and the way he spoke, but that didn’t bother Violette. She was enamored by his personality and kind manners, although she couldn’t deny that he was pretty good looking as well.

What Violette didn’t know at all was that, because of The Host’s narrative ability, he could hear her thoughts and know exactly what she was thinking. And because of this, he was dead silent the whole meeting, too stunned to speak. Could it be she had feelings for somebody like him? Sure, she had no clue what The Host had done in his past, but… maybe this was the sign of a new start for him? To forget his past and move on from it?

The Host was startled out of his thoughts by a soft tap on his shoulder. It was at that moment The Host realized that the meeting had already been called to a close. His heart almost seemed to leap out of his chest when he realized that Violette was the one who tapped his shoulder.

“H-hey!”, she stuttered, then cleared her throat, “I uh… I gave it some thought, and I decided that you can keep the pencil.” She smiled shyly, holding the pencil out to him. She blushed a bright red when she felt his rough hands gently take the pencil from her.

“The Host, while a little confused, takes the pencil from Violette with gratitude, and she begins to walk away. Turning the pencil over in his hands, The Host felt a piece of paper taped onto it. Before Violette could get too far, The Host reached out to her and took a hold of her arm, drawing her back to him.

“The Host informed her that she left her numbered paper on the pencil. Adding to The Host’s confusion, he could hear her sweet, angelic laughter fill the room.”

“That’s my phone number, silly.” She explained with a grin, “Now, I have somewhere to be, but feel free to call me later.”

“The Host was, again, stunned, and listened as she walked away, out of his reach. He turned his face down to look at the number. Even though he couldn’t see it, he could feel the soft indentations of where she pressed the pencil to the paper just a bit too hard, but he was grateful for that. The Host smiled softly, carefully folding the paper and placing it inside an interior pocket of his coat. The Host decided that he would take up that offer later.”

#markiplier #markiplier egos #wilford warfstache #self ship #self insert #google #the host markiplier #the host x oc #the host x reader #fluff #fanfic

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willywarfy · 10 months

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Welcome! Please read before interacting!

This is just a silly little rp blog, I've fallen back into WKM and WMW obsession and crave the characters SO MUCH so why not make yet another social media account centered around them

Admin intro!

Wilford's is further down

But hey, call me Night! Ooc i am 22, I don't rp nsfw with anybody under 18. My time zone is EST and am most active from 4 pm to 2 am. My rp style is literate, sometimes more or less depending on who I'm roleplaying with. My favorite tropes are angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, and action. In addition to rp I will be posting fics, headcanons, and art here as well.

Wilford intro!

Certainly crazy, but not as much as you might think.

After literally taking the lives of others and seeing them get back up, with the help of how weird reality seemed to be afterwards, Wilford forgot. He forgot EVERYTHING. A subconscious decision his mind made for him for him to cope. Now he's a crazy, happy, party animal. He loves martinis and disco. He insists he doesn't have some weird magical abilities, and claims he's just "learned to adapt to the world around him." He can appear anywhere he wants to in reality, and can read people's thoughts if he wants to. He can bend some images of reality to his liking, nothing major but just little details. Like if he needs a small object.

If interacting pre WMW:

He still doesn't remember anything. Abe hasn't found him, and he's spent his days happy. If someone were to make him remember, it would be a really hard blow to his mental state. He'd try very hard to hold on to the peace he had found, trying to block out everything as he did before. But it wouldn't work, as he now is hanging around (your character) who reminded him of everything. It would be very hard to break down his walls and get him to talk about anything he was feeling, but it would be clear that he is struggling from his demeanor. But, if he doesn't remember what happened, he would be a crazy, happy party animal still.

If interacting post WMW:

He's not as happy as he once was. With his memories of his trauma and the causation of others traumas, he's changed. Not completely. He's still kinda crazy, definitely eccentric, but he's a bit more understanding of his fellow human beings now. He's more caring, and wants to be there for others- those he likes, anyway. He spent so long feeling nothing but happiness that now he feels every emotion very intensely. He loves deeply, rages occasionally, and gets depressed at times.

My ships and muses!

Muses:

Wilford Warfstache (obviously)

Damien

The colonel

Actor Mark

Darkiplier

The Host

Abe

Irl Mark occasionally

Ships:

ABESTACHE!!!! I prefer abestache over anything else!

Darkstache

Wilford x Actor Mark

Wilford x Yancy

Wilford x Engineer Mark

Other ships:

Damien x Actor Mark

Damien x Abe

Actor Mark x Abe

Darkiplier x Actor Mark

And you can suggest a ship not listed and I will let you know what I think! Very rarely I'm open to OC pairings, and I only do mxm ships.

Headcanons!

Wilford lives in a small one bedroom apartment, everything decorated with pink and rainbows.

Wilford is pansexual and is open about his sexuality

He is genderfluid, specifically between male-aligned and some non binary genders. His pronouns are he/him.

He likes dabbling in femininity, though cautious about who knows that if not a modern setting.

He loves the idea of settling down with someone, despite how much it seems to be the opposite

He either owns or will buy an axolotl, because "it is a strange but beautiful creature, like me!"

Loves alchohol and sometimes worse things

Rules

Not much, just be respectful. I will let you know if I won't be able to answer for longer than a day, and if I haven't explained that and haven't answered in 48 hours you can remind me. Just send a reminder, don't resend your rp reply. That's kind of rude in my opinion. I am open to nsfw, only if you're 18+. We'll discuss triggers together, I have a few headcanons that may be triggering to others so I won't post those publicly. I find anything less than a couple sentences to be boring and am never really motivated to answer those. Respect my rules, I will respect yours!

Rp tags!

Louise- #themadmansregrets

Abe- #dancingwithmadmen

Dark- #themadmansforgiver

Other Wilfords- #matchingwiththemadness

Celine- #madlovelongforgotten

And yeah that's it! I may add a few things here and there. My dms and asks are always open, so feel free to start a convo or dm to rp!

For asks, just clarify if you're speaking to pre or post WMW Wilford, as that will determine how he answers.

Thanks for stopping by!

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luigisblueoveralls · 1 year

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Long Story Comissions!!

Hello to my lovely followers (and the rest on Tumblr) I am starting a new thing and that is long story comissions! I am unfortunately in a situation were i am needing to make extra cash so this is were this comes in. What I write here on Tumblr is free and always will be and while the tip button is there, it is not a requirement nor necessary to tip me. I just have it open just in case! But now I am starting a commissions thing of writing long stories for a fee. If you are interested then please feel free to message me and please replog this to get the word out! Thank you!!

What I will write:

SFW

NSFW

Angst

X Reader

Some ships (just message me and ask!)

Romantic and non romantic

Oc x Reader (just give me full details of your OC)

What I won't write:

Racist

Homophobic

Pedophilia

Gore

Fandoms I will write for:

Super Mario

FNAF

Death Note

Assassination Classroom

Markiplier group (Wade, Bob, Jacksepticeye etc.)

Markiplier egos (Darkiplier, Wilford Warfstache etc.)

Danganronpa

Antisepticeye

South Park (no NSFW for this one)

Kubz Scouts

The Walking Dead

Doki Doki Literature Club

Charlie Day

Prices

3 pages=$10

5 pages=$13

8 pages=$18

10 pages=$25

12 pages=$30

15 pages=$40

These prices are I feel like are fair cause not only do I write for free on here but also because I work a full time job working almost forty hours a week so I take all of my free time onto these. If you need references, feel free to look through my tumblr! And when it comes to the scenario you want, make sure to give it to me in full detail so I can write it to the fullest! Thank you all so much! And this will not change the fact of me writing for free on here and I will continue to work on requests as well!!

#super mario movie 2023 #super mario #markiplier #markiplier egos #fnaf fandom #fnaf #x reader #oc x reader #anime #death note #danganronpa #jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #south park #doki doki literature club

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regalrain · 1 year

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Ego Poll Results + Links

Best Ego Couple:

Winner- Bim Trimmer (D) x Googleplier (R) with 45.8%.

Tied for last in this vote with 0 votes- Dr.Iplier (D) x Yancy (R), Illinois (D) x Ivyplier (R), Bingiplier (D) x Artiplier (R).

Best Ego Best-friends:

Winner- Darkiplier (D) and Googleplier (R) with 38.5%.

Tied for last in this vote with 0 votes- Bim Trimmer (D) and Yancy (R), Bim Trimmer (D) and Artiplier (R), Yancy (D) and Ivyplier (R).

Which 'OC' Ego would you like to hear most about?:

Winner- Mori, aka Annus, with 55.6%.

Last place- Slime, aka Slimeiplier, with 5.6%.

Joke Ego Ships:

Winner- The Jims CJ and Rj (D) x Their Camera and Microphone respectively with 23.3%.

Last place- Googleplier (R) x Tiny Windshield Wiper in his mouth with 1.7%.

Horrible Ego Ships:

Winner- The Actor x Anyone with 25%.

Last place- Eric Derekson (D) x Yancy (R) with 1.8%.

Best Ego Polyamorousship:

Winner- Mechanical Hearts (Bim x All the Google’s) with 24.3%.

Last place- Sweet Exploration (Ivyiplier, Eric Derekson, Illinois) with 0%.

Which Ego is the Most Powerful?:

Winner- Darkiplier with 43.6%.

Last place- Silver Shepherd with 0%.

Hottest Ego:

Winner- Darkiplier (Rose) with 31.7%.

Last place- Ivyplier (Ivy/Paris) with 0%.

Which Ego Secretly has the Softest Heart?:

Winner- Yancy (Yance) with 36.7%.

Last place- Ivyplier (Ivy/Paris) with 0%.

Which Ego has been Ruined the Most by the Fandom?:

Winner- Darkiplier with 45.4%.

Tied for last in this vote with 2.1%- Illinois, Bingiplier.

Which Ego would make the Best Older Sibling?:

Winner- Yancy with 28.8%.

Tied for last in this vote with 0 votes- The Necromancer, Ivyplier.

Random Ego Fusions! Who’s the coolest for pairings?:

Winner- Illinois and Yancy with 25%.

Last place- Illinois and Googleplier with 0%.

Best pet name/nickname Google has called Bim?:

Winner- Bimothy (His name is not Bimothy) with 51.5%.

Tied for last in this vote with 0 votes- Troublemaker, Ostentatious, Owner (sarcastic).

Does Anyone want to join in on making Ego Au’s or an Ego Multiverse?:

Winner- Yes with 77.8%. However no one has reached out.

Tied for last place with 11.1%- No, Other/Write-in. However no one has written-in.

Most Kissable Ego?:

Winner- Yancy with 28%.

Last place- Silver Shepherd with 0%.

What is Wilford's best persona name besides Wilford 'Motherloving' Warfstache?:

Winner- Wingleheimer with 48.3%.

Last place- Wrathy Jon with 3.3%.

Who is the most Chaotic Ego?:

Winner- The Jims with 56.9%.

Tied for last in this vote with 0 votes- Yancy, Captain Magnum.

Suggestive under the cut poll

What Ego has the best Tiddies?:

Winner- Annus (Mori) with 36.8%.

Close Second place- Illinois (Illi) with 31.6%.

Tied for last in this vote with 0 votes- Ivyplier (Paris), Artiplier (Emil), The Necromancer (Milo), Weatherman Jim (MJ), Anchorman Jim (AJ).

What Ego has the Smallest Ass?:

Winner- Eric Derekson with 23.5%.

Last place- Illinois with 0%.

Smallest Ego Ass part 2:

Winner- Actor prior to bodynapping with 33.3%.

Last place- Murdoch with 0%.

#markiplier egos #markiplier

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melancholypancakes · 1 year

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I enjoy drawing this especially with Dark it’s too accurate XD

This is a head canon definitely canon 😂😂😂☠️☠️☠️

Ruthanne:…. *scared*

Alice: *trying to drink her tea* ( I’m tired of my dad’s tantrums)

*Dark picking up a chair Alice is in about to hit Mark*

*Actor! Mark just chillin’*

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valentivy-creates · 3 months

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decided to do a redraw of this old selfship thing i drew years ago! plus it's also just a cute idea i like to think about a lot hehe

original under the cut ( its really bad 😭 )

#ivys art #wilford warfstache #self ship community #self ship positivity #self ship art #self ship #self insert #canon x self insert #oc x canon #si x fo #si x canon #selfship art #selfship #romantic f/o #fictional other #f/o x s/i #s/i #s/i x canon #wilford motherloving warfstache

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ratt-teeth · 1 year

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I have no reason for making this other than I wanted to combine two of my favourite things, but if I ever decide to make a comic for Maggie’s story this would make a dope cover

#oc #oc x canon #ocxcanon #fan character #actor mark #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #warfstache #gorillaz #demon days #markiplier tv #digital art #artists on tumblr #ratt teeth art #ratt teeth ocs #Wil and Mags

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artsytj-97 · 1 year

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Posting my fanart of Maggie and Wil before bed >^<

Maggie belongs to @ratt-teeth

#what can I say?#I just adore them #and this is one of my favorite drawings I’ve done #I can’t wait to do more #but for now bed #maggie #wilford warfstache #oc x canon #markiplier oc

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tsanimefic · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: markiplier - Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darkiplier / Wilford Warfstache, Darkiplier / Original Female Character(s), Darkiplier / OC, Wilford Warfstache / Original Female Character(s), Wilford Warfstache / OC, Darkiplier / Original Female Character(s) / Wilford Warfstache, Darkiplier / OC / Wilford Warfstache Characters: darkiplier, Wilford Warfstache, Original Female Character(s), OC - Character Additional Tags: Kinktober, Smut, Threesome Series: Part 27 of Kinktober 2020 Summary:

A maid walks in on an unexpected scene and finds herself drawn into it.

#kinktober #sweets kinktober #markiplier egos #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #darkiplier x wilford warfstache #darkiplier x oc #wilford warfstache x oc #Darkiplier x OC x Wilford Warfstache #darkiplier smut #wilford warfstache smut #smut #my work #ao3

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markidarker · 2 years

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We Meet Again; Part Four

Eventual pairing: Dark x OC (Merrick)

Authors note: Thanks to everyone that has liked or shared my story, I appreciate it! I'm basically using this to work on my writing after not doing it for so long. I hope to get better with time 😁

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

Almost a month went by since that night, and Merrick felt like she wasn’t any closer to being ready to see him again.

Even though she wanted to. As much as she tried to deny it, a day didn’t go by that she didn’t think about him. He also did not appear again, seeming to give her the time she needed.

Before he entered her life again, she could just be angry. Angry at his betrayal, angry that he left her alone, angry at a past life that she would never get to carry out. It was a weapon, one she wielded to protect the deepest, darkest part of her being. The part that was still the meek, kind district attorney who cared about the dashing, altruistic Mayor more than he would ever know. In this 'new' life, she could go as she pleased, keeping people at arm's length while doing what she wanted.

Then he had to approach her, different but not entirely, and the dam started to crack. Was he really just trying to protect her? Why did he lie to her then?

This had to be handled, she couldn’t run from it. As much as her chest hurt and her stomach seemed to twist into several knots, Merrick appeared outside of the house…well, more accurately, the mansion at the address listed on the business card. She made her feet move one in front of the other until she was at the front door. Grabbing the antique door knocker, she was barely able to knock it once against the wood before the door flew open.

She wasn’t expecting to see the pink mustached and suspendered man that greeted her happily.

“My word, it’s you! Please, please, come in.” Wilford moves to the side and motions for her to step in. Merrick can’t help but smile as she moves over the threshold and in one quick movement, Wilford takes her by the hand and elegantly spins her in a circle. After the initial shock, she laughs…giggles, even. It surprises even her. “You are an absolute vision, sugarplum! Not to mention your sunflowers match my shirt,” he says with a grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he takes in the a-line summer dress she is wearing. While the top half of the dress is black, the skirt is white and stops just below her knees, adorned with several pictures of sunflowers. He adjusts the collar of his yellow dress shirt.

“You’re too kind, Wilford,” she says, her face flushing slightly. “How are you?”

“Infinitely better now, Merrie-Berry. Things have been alright, though, otherwise.” He lets go of her hand and starts to move toward the large living area. “And you? Have you had time to, er…well, think about some things?”

"Ah. Of course, you spoke with Dark.”

“Mm, just a little. Sounds like things didn’t go so well.” He’s gesturing, then he turns to face Merrick, wringing his hands. “Now you must know, sweetheart, it wasn’t my intention to cause any trouble! It’s just that, after our wonderful talk, I thought it would be a good idea for you two crazy kids to work some things out. I've learned nothing heals like a good apology, and you were willing to hear me out, so-“

“Wil,” she interrupts and reaches out to touch his arm. She knew he was sorry for shooting her. He didn’t mean for it to happen…she could still see the look of horror on his face as she fell off the balcony. “It’s okay…really. It is a lot, but I’m here, right? I just want to do my best to understand everything.”

Wilford lets out a sigh of relief. “That’s good to hear. In that case, allow me to escort you to his office. I’m sure he’s eager to speak with you.”

For whatever reason, Merrick had a hard time believing that, but she merely nods. Wilford offers his arm to her and she hooks her arm through, resting her hand on the crook of his elbow. Wilford must have sensed her nervousness as they made their way through the living area and up the stairs, his free hand resting over hers and giving a reassuring pat or two every once in a while.

They walked down a hallway and eventually Wilford slowed down to a stop. “It’s that door right there,” he says while gesturing to a large door on the right. “I know this is difficult, but just try and hear him out. He can be a bit prickly, but he’s willing to do the same.”

Merrick takes in a deep, steadying breath and looks over at him. “Thank you, Wil.”

“My pleasure, sugarplum. Good luck!” Wilford gives her hand a last squeeze before letting go and heading back the way they came. The hallway feels eerily quiet now, and after another moment, she moves to the door and gently knocks.

“Enter.”

She turns the knob, hating the slight shake in her hand, and opens the door. The scene before her takes her breath away, and she’s immediately lost in a memory. It wasn’t exact, but the layout of this office was close enough to how Damien had the Mayor’s Office that it made her freeze. Large, mahogany desk in the back center of the room. Black leather chair, with two smaller chairs across from the desk. The right side of the room had a coffee table, two leather armchairs and matching sofa next to a fireplace. There were a few bookshelves pushed against the walls, and various pieces of art. She’s admiring the piano on the left side of the room when she notices the painting.

Starry Night, hanging on the wall to the left of the piano. It was her favorite painting. When Damien had become the Mayor, she had given him a replica of it in…was that the same frame? The memory was hazy, the clearest detail was the grin that broke out across his face as he opened it. She had been so happy for him, he had many plans to improve his city and she wanted to help him however she could. Even if it meant keeping her feelings to herself, she didn’t want to jeopardize his position or hers if-

“Merrick.”

His voice cuts through her thoughts and she quickly turns her gaze to him. He’s standing at a smaller table next to his desk, a few assorted glass bottles of dark amber liquid and drink glasses sat on it. He appeared to be in the middle of pouring himself a drink, and again, she’s staring into the past. This time, his black suit was traded in for a cream color, the jacket slung over his desk chair. His black dress shirt was well fitted, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the top couple buttons undone and no tie. They stare at each other for a few seconds, then his gaze moves to what she’s standing next to. Unknown to her until now, she had moved through the room until she was standing next to the piano.

“Sorry, I, um…,” Merrick stops and clears her throat, attempting to regain her composure. “I was just admiring your piano.”

The corner of his mouth pulls up faintly. “It’s quite alright. Please, have a seat if you want.” Dark faces her fully, his eyes moving quickly over her form before glancing to the side. “Would you like something to drink?”

As enticing as a stiff drink was at this moment, she decides that maybe that should come later. “Water, please.” Her heels clack against the hardwood floor as she moves to one of the armchairs and takes a seat, crossing her right leg over her left. The low warmth from the fireplace is soothing compared to the nerves working in her body, her right foot bouncing slightly up and down. Soon, Dark is at her side offering a water bottle and she gently takes it from him.

“Thank you,” she says quietly, looking up at him with a small smile. He merely nods with a smile of his own before taking a seat on the sofa across from her. Merrick watches as he takes a sip of his drink and leans forward to set it down on the table.

“Thank you for accepting my invitation,” Dark says, placing his right ankle on top of his left knee. He appeared to be mostly relaxed, the aura around him was faint. The ringing was negligible, more of a soft hum than anything. There was still a nervous energy in the room that couldn’t be ignored.

“I appreciate you giving me some time,” Merrick says. Her hands fold in her lap, fingers picking at the label on the water bottle.

“Of course.”

Merrick remembers Wilford’s words and takes a calming breath. “Where should we start, then?”

He contemplates her question for a moment, his eyes not leaving her. His usual stoic expression softens. “I’d like to apologize.”

She’s taken off guard and can only nod. Did she hear him correctly?

Dark continues, speaking slowly. “My behavior the last time we were together was…uncalled for. I allowed my emotions to get the better of me, and ruined what could have been an amicable discussion. For that, I am sorry.”

As sincere as he appears to be, Merrick gets the distinct feeling that he isn’t used to making such apologies. She clears her throat. “Well…my behavior certainly didn’t help the situation. I could have been less combative.”

He shakes his head, looking into the fireplace. “You have every right to feel angry, after what happened.”

Merrick watches him, the reflections of the flames dancing in the darkened color of his eyes. He seemed…a little sad, when he wasn’t angry. The few times she’s seen him smile or even smirk, it never quite touched his eyes. She had wanted to be so angry with him, she didn’t think about what he possibly went through.

“So do you, Dark,” she says quietly after a moment. He looks back at her and smiles faintly, but it’s gone just as quickly. “I want to understand, and I need you to help me do so.”

“Of course. Anything,” he says and leans forward, resting his forearms on top of his thighs and clasping his hands together. “What do you remember about being in the void, with Celine and I?”

“It’s…mostly hazy. I remember you saying Mark was responsible for everything, Celine said she could get me back to my body, but it was my choice.” She swallows hard and looks down at the bottle in her hands, the label hanging off at this point. “The clearest thing I remember is…you said to me, ‘this will work. I promise.’ And then I was in the mirror, watching you leave.” Tears threaten to spill over, but she takes in a breath, ignoring the pain of emotions held in her throat. She wants to ask him why again, but she doesn’t.

“That’s everything you remember?,” he asks gently.

Merrick finally looks up at him and nods. “Yes.”

“Do you trust me to tell you about the pieces of the story you’re missing?”

She’s quiet for a moment, the hum enveloping them. “I think so…yes. But there is another way.”

Dark tilts his head to the side, curious. “Oh?”

“If you allow me to…I can see the memory for myself. It’s easy to do with humans, but you’re a powerful being from what I can tell. You would have to let me in.” She trails off and watches him carefully, wondering if she has made a mistake. He narrows his eyes in thought, and Merrick is about to rescind the suggestion when he speaks rather seriously.

“Is it going to cause you harm in any way?”

She blinks, taken aback. That was not what she was expecting him to ask. “N-No, only if I tried to do it by force. Or if you push back.” She shifts in her seat, planting both feet on the floor. She was mostly telling the truth. If she is accessing a memory that she only has bits and pieces of, she imagined there would be some discomfort. Nothing she couldn’t handle, though. But why was she missing bits and pieces in the first place? She did have lapses in memory from her time in the mirror, so it could have something-

Her thoughts are interrupted when she notices that Dark is watching her. “What is it?”

“What do you mean?,” she asks.

The corner of his mouth lifts in a half smile as he runs his hand through his hair. “You’re chewing on your bottom lip, and I don’t think that label can be torn into any smaller pieces.” His eyebrows raise, head tilting downward to point toward the water bottle in her lap.

Merrick looked down, and sure enough, there was a small pile of shredded paper in her lap. She huffs. “Just curious about what I’m going to see, I suppose.”

“Merrick-“

She sets the water bottle aside and gathers the paper, then in one smooth movement, she stands up and walks over to the small trash can by the desk and throws the paper away. Then she places her hand on one of the chairs across from the desk and looks across the room at him. “Do you want to do this?”

“…Yes,” Dark responds, then he stands up. As he finishes his drink, Merrick pulls the chair over until it’s across and slightly to the right of where she was sitting.

She resumes her seat, and Dark sits across from her and…my goodness, she’s a little too aware of how close they are. Their legs are mere inches away from touching, as this was the closest they had been to each other. A pleasant scent of sandalwood and some kind of citrus reaches her nose. She finds herself getting a good look at his face, and he was as handsome as she remembered. Stubble, disheveled hair, piercing eyes, strong jawline. He’s staring intently at her, his expression unreadable. and she raises her hands slowly until they are hovering on either side of his head.

“I will have to touch you…is that okay?,” Merrick asks barely above a whisper. Dark swallows hard and nods. She gently places her hands on either side of his head, thumbs resting against his temples as she stares into his onyx eyes. “Are you ready?”

“Yes…”

“Just focus on the memory…and keep looking into my eyes.” Her voice takes on a similar, sing-song tone as it did at the club as shimmery violet swirls and fills her irises. Then she’s thrust into the past.

PART FIVE

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