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winterfeeling1 · 3 months

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A never ending battle...

#darkiplier #markiplier egos #who killed markiplier #wkm dark #my art #poor dark always trapped between 3 souls #must be torture...

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mothgodofchaos · 8 months

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I did @ghiertor-the-gigapeen's CTIYS, and I think it turned out pretty well.

#actor mark #markiplier actor #wkm actor #wkm actor mark #markiplier egos #darkiplier #dark #wkm darkiplier #wkm dark #a heist with markiplier #ahwm #who killed markiplier #wkm #dramatic diva #midnight mint #chaosort

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egotistic-edits · 2 months

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*slides back into tumblr*

Darkiplier w a manbun :)

#wkm dark #darkiplier wkm #ahwm darkiplier #darkiplier #darkiplier fanart #darkiplier edit #mark egos #markiplier #markiplier edit

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daisychainsposts · 27 days

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One thing I really liked about ahwm was that there were 2 reasons you got dark in your first few tries. Either A. You were cautious/actively looking for him or B. You were just being a little shit and worked backwards

#ahwm darkiplier #adwm darkiplier #iswm darkiplier #wkm darkiplier #darkiplier shitpost #wkm dark #darkiplier

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mobrights · 1 year

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My Minecraft Au Dark Stimboard!!

In my Au Dark is part Human part Ender-dragon! He’s rather embarrassed about water hurting him…

(Don’t be afraid to ask questions!!)

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okiefuckindokie · 11 months

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Now and Then Ch.2

Here is the long awaited chapter to my take on WKM 🤗 It’s been too long and I do plan on still writing for this series (and others that came after WKM like Heist and Space)

I will have my requests closed atm as I still have things to work out but you will see me here and there.

I hope you all enjoy🧡

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Read Chapter 1 here

TRIGGER WARNING: I do have a part in here that involves a p***ck at***k. You can always scroll pass where it says “the fear” and start again the paragraph after the one that follows.

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You needed to get home. You need to get home as fast as you can. This is getting too extreme. What the actual HELL was that?! And how did they know your name? Well, you were just dreaming; of course people in your dreams can know your name. The library is dead quiet. The lights seem slightly dimmer. Is everyone gone? You quickly looked around the library to see if anyone noticed what had just happened. Thankfully no one did. You gather your things and nearly sprint towards the exit. As you head outside, the storm seems to have subsided for now and you make your way to the bus stop. The entire way there you think about anything and everything different to get your mind off your “almost living nightmare”. The bitter breeze nips at your face, making you scrunch it tight. The flickering light poles are the only thing guiding you to your bus stop. You were about to turn the corner to take a seat but you slam into something pretty hard. Losing your balance, you start to tip over but you feel a strong hand grab at your forearm.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”, the male exclaimed. It took you a moment to gather yourself before properly looking at him. The second you do, it took you by surprise by how attractive he actually is. He has a pretty tall and toned physique from what you can see. Nothing dramatic but you can tell he’s an athlete. He wears a black and white jacket with a matching black beanie and blue jeans. His chestnut colored curly locks peek out of the beanie in front of his fair skinned face. His eyes focused on you are soft despite his worried expression. They’re a warm hazel color that fit his features quite well.

You respond with a sigh, “No, no, that was my fault. I should have been more careful.” He looked at your face for a good few seconds. Does he sense something wrong?

He asks, “Are you sure? Because you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” Oh, if he only knew.. The inner torment you’ve been going through for months now. Countless sleepless nights on top of work and school. It doesn’t even scratch the surface…. He takes your silence as a sign to not go further on the subject. The man sighs as he takes a seat, “Well, the next bus won’t be here for a while.” You hesitantly take yours next to him. “Name’s Benjamin. What’s yours?”.

“Y/N. It’s Y/N.”,you shyly replied. You were running out of things to talk about without seeming too stressed from what just happened. Luckily, your route so happens to come up to the stop, giving you an utter rush of relief. The old, wet, squeaky doors open in front of you and you rise from the bench. You turned to Benjamin and gave him a small farewell smile.

He smiles back and waves, “Nice meeting you, Y/N. Have a good one.” You go on to enter your bus and sit in the very back where nobody else was. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but it’s almost as if you feel like you’ve met him before? Or maybe even just seen him in public? No… that's not it. Oh well. You don't have the mental capacity to be thinking about this. So you reach into your bag and pull out your earbuds to drown out the world for right now.

The rest of the way home was a blur. You don't even remember walking into your apartment. Almost like a trance.. It wasn't until you slammed the front door that took you out of your thoughts.

Darkness….

That was all what accompanied you; and you were fine with that. Accepting being alone was nothing new. Granted, it made life difficult sometimes. But ever since these… dreams… nightmares… visions… whatever they are; you want nothing more than to just be LEFT ALONE. You drop your belongings on the couch closest to you and head towards your room. The dark and dreary hallway is engulfed by the pitch black shadow of night. You drag your feet against the carpet; you’re exhausted. Hell, that’s not even the start of it. At this point, it’s the vein of your existence. You enter your room and it’s still slightly dirty from this morning because you were almost late to the bus. You plop yourself down to your bed facing the ceiling. This… all of this… it's too much. The dreams. The stress. The fear..

Is it really getting to your head? At this point, who really knows. And if you talk about it, who's gonna believe you? Your friends? Family?? Nobody can help you. The more you think about it, the more you feel like the world is suffocating you. Your chest is pounding with your heartbeat. You try to calm yourself down by slowly closing your eyes and breathing in through your nose and out from your mouth. You do this enough so you feel comfortable to open your eyes again. A tear escapes from your eye and trickles down the right side of your head. The second you noticed, it was all over. There was no stopping it, at least for a while. You turned to your side as you quietly sobbed the night away and eventually fell into slumber.

Some hours passed and you awakened with a headache. Finally getting up from your bed, your feet padded across the floor and you get to the kitchen. You reach your arms out slightly to find the lightswitch and your eyes scrunch up when it turns on. Crying a lot really gets you dehydrated so you grab a glass of water from the sink. There is a window above the sink and you gaze at the night sky. It looks… peaceful. Everything seems like it’s in a standstill and you wish with all your heart you could be a part of that. Just for once to be in peace. You take a moment to try to gather your thoughts. Nowadays with this hellish nightmare, what’s there to think about anymore? And who’s gonna care? You sigh and take a sip. As you lower the glass from your lips, you fixate on the leaky faucet. “Is this my life now?”, you asked yourself. The light starts to flicker for a moment and goes out. A heavy sigh escapes your lips, “Ugh, why now?”. You turned to find the lightswitch again and attempted to turn them back on but to no avail. "Stupid wires… even more stupid apatment…”.

You lower your hand from the switch and suddenly feel the air thicken. Your body is gradually getting the pins and needles all over. This makes you shiver to your core. You want to move. You want to retreat back to your room but you can't. You can't move an inch. It's almost as if there's something keeping you in that spot. A faint ringing resonates in your eardrums. They're getting louder. Louder. LOUDER. You harshly wince at the volume. The pain is getting too much and you try to cover your ears. Your face is scrunched up so hard, it might even get stuck. The noise is persistent and there's no stopping it. With all your might, you attempt to combat the noise with your own. You scream, "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO MEEEE!?".

And just like that, it stopped. Still holding your head in your hands, you try to breathe. The air grows cold, you can see it in your breath. You slowly gain as much composure as you can. You reach for your ears only to feel some blood coming out of one side. Palpitations are almost setting in. The volume of your chest starts to rise and lower rapidly. Your blood pressure is rising by the second. An unsettling presence invades your home as you try to gather yourself until you hear..

“There you are….” His voice was like poison in the air.

“You, my dear, were a hard one to find…”

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faeriescorpio · 2 years

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https://youtu.be/1dBXfgyEvk4

He’s Not The Same Anymore

#codi don't look #wkm #markiplier #who killed markiplier #wkm damien #markiplier damien #markiplier egos #markiplier ego #darkiplier #darkiplier fanart #animatic #iplier egos #wkm dark

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lostcaused1 · 2 months

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#markiplier #markiplier fanart #fanart #digital art #art #who killed markiplier #wkm #damien #damien the mayor #darkiplier #dark

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ghiertor-the-gigapeen · 9 months

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Dandy, classy, dapper

Alt version

(It's a study from this pic by JC leyendecker where half of my art style came from)

#i made this #war veteran fluttershy #the red flag king #demonic they/them #wkm actor mark #actor mark #markiplier fanart #who killed markiplier #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #dark!damien #gorgeous bois™#william j barnum #wkm the colonel

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litteredcorpses · 10 months

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have i mentioned i think dark smells like a rotting corpse yet

cause i do

#Wilford Warfstache #Darkiplier #wkm #markiplier egos #artag #sorry he just does to me #a wet rotting corpse #wilford dolls him up constantly but otherwise he just doesnt care #dark seems like he's so focused on revenge that-#-he really just blocks out everything else most of the time #thats just me tho lmao

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ghostf1ux · 6 months

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Our favorite edgy motherfucker

#art #digital art #markiplier #markipler egos #darkiplier #wkm #dark wkm #wkm damien #who killed markiplier #darkiplier art #markiplier fanart

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ashwii · 1 month

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Redraw from 2019 (original drawing under the cut)

UMM so I got into a rabbit hole of rewatching all the director's commentaries for all of them big Markiplier projects. Afterwards, I had violent flashbacks of a Damien drawing I made in 2019 like ??? I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THAT DRAWING????? like oml it was so weird just suddenly remembering a drawing i haven't thought about for 5 years. So here's ur man weeee

Sometimes, i don't think I ever improve, but looking at this after years of not even thinking about it? Man, it's so wild to see such an enormous difference. Honestly, I kinda more or less remember most of my drawings, so even if I haven't thought about a piece in a while it feels more like "oh yeah, that one" instead of a "OH MY GOD IM GETTING FLASHBACKS" so ig that's why i feel many interesting feelings abt this redraw XDD anyway im babbling but kisskiss hope yll enjoy lmao