#wkm yn

[thereturnofthem]

When you bring the "Dark is at least 1/3rd Actors ex-wife' fact into account.

The ship of Y/N and Dark gets infinitely funner in retrospect.

I don't care how dormant Celine is in the supernatural sorta system that makes up Dark. Imagine you're Actor, and this guy who got inadvertently WASTED by your half cooked revenge plan comes back to life, and at some point in your attempt to woo this person to your side, they end up breaking off and hooking up with the demon that houses the soul of the woman whos infidelity supposedly started this mess.

ACTOR JUST KEEPS TAKING FUCKING L'S AT THIS POINT AND GOD REFUSES TO LET HIM KNOW PEACE.

#actor is my fucking cringeboy failhusband at this point #good god man #wkm #markiplier egos #markiplier lore #ahwm #adwm #iswm #Darkiplier #actor mark #wkm da #wkm yn #wkm celine

[friendzoned61]

I saw a Darkiplier TikTok the other day to the song under my skin by jukebox the ghost and anyway this came out of it. Not posting the video version tho not here srry

#markiplier #darkiplier #wkm darkiplier #wkm yn

[orange-soap]

"After all, someone once told me that 'life is ours to choose!'"

Mark grinned. It was wide, and smug, it was cruel, and it was a smile that did not fit his face.

If the shadow- attorney, date, partner in crime, captain, what name fit them this time?- had a beating heart, it surely would've stopped for just a moment. What Mark said, that dumb little phrase, it reminded them of something. They weren't entirely sure what it was.

Life is ours to choose. It rattled their brain, forced an uneasy feeling into their stomach.

A smile came to mind. Something much friendlier, a smile that made them feel warm. A smile that encouraged them.

Mark wore a smile that did not fit his face. 'Life is ours to choose' was a phrase that did not fit Mark's voice. It didn't matter how hard they racked their brain, they didn't know why.

They smiled back. They nodded their head.

If Mark saw their hesitation, he didn't say anything.

Ours to choose, to choose.

Their life hadn't been their own in a while.

They were tired of making choices.

Choices for him, at least.

#sorry. I was thinking about damien #[ sophie writes words ] #who killed markiplier #wkm damien #wkm actor mark #wkm mark #markiplier #darkiplier #wkm district attorney #wkm yn

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

just got another Cool And Whacky idea for my cap

i'd like to think that due to them being around since the 1920s, their mind has gotten time to get absolutely deep fried and then put back together. meaning....

their character/journey soundtrack is DEFINETLY ''everywhere at the end of time''. im also aware of the actual meaning behind EATEOT but i think the music just fits my cap ;-;

stage 1 of the project high key is when they were still ''normal''. aka before WKM. everything is still alright and fine, nothings that out of the ordinary. sure a few memories get jumbled but its nothing to worry about.

stage 2 is during WKM, but before actor dies. its all a mild panic but still comprehensible.

stage 3 to 5 is them being trapped in the mirror. its a long, LONG time. their mind just absolutely rots. theyre a shell of who they were from all the trauma and from being alone for so, so long. and the more they stay there, the worse it gets. just like the music itself.

stage 6 is when they get pulled out of the mirror. during stage 6, they go trough ADWM, AHWM and ISWM endlessly. loop after loop after loop. meeting so many different men who all share the same face as the one who made them like this. they are a whole different person, barely resembling who they were in stage 1.

and the last few minutes of stage 6 is when they FINALLY break out of the endless loops and understand whats going on. after almost 200 years of confusion and pain, they truly know what is happening. why its happening. this is the final moment of despair and they can finally start healing. its been a long run. the terrifying but angelic voices help symbolize that.

and then. its silence. its over. actor can never hurt them again. its finally over. the grand finale of this endless nightmare, made by him just for a few seconds of fame.

Oh man...EATEOT is good symbolism for the DA's journey ;n;

#clanask #eateot #wkm da #wkm yn

[cate-geo]

The Butler: *shivers* Master Mark, if you don't mind my asking, why is it so cold in the manor?

The Actor: *shrugs while hugging his bare arms* it’s a big place, takes a while to heat up

Yn: *walks by wearing actors robe* hey guys

The Actor: *drops his arms quickly and grins like the gay man he is* hi yn <3

The Butler: *follows yn with his eyes then looks over to a smug yet shivering actor* I’m turning the heater on

Actor: wait n-no

#mans wants to be gay and that's an order Benjamin #actor mark #the da #benjamin the butler #acting attorney #bactor #wkm #yn

[gooberlad]

Sleepy…

Unfinished cuz I was to lazy to draw a background, shadow figure(DA) out here living(Nope) their best life

#art #digital art #wkm district attorney #wkm darkiplier #captain iswm #iswm #wkm damien #wkm #darkiplier #mayor attorney #yn chillin

[beybaldes]

The Prying Hands Of Choice

detective abe x gn!reader

summary : "y/n and Abe reunite at Wilford's roller rink disco and fate does not seem to care."

Word count : 2.9k

~*~

Part 1 - The Prying Hands Of Choice

Part 2 - A Love Never Flourished

Part 3 - Somewhere, Somehow

~*~

Pushing past the pink haired man, despite his insistence that you shouldn't, you slipped through the rainbow of streamers and out into a dance floor. Not the most unusual place you had been dropped off at so far, but definitely the most fun: the bright, strobe lights and the funky 70s themed outfits all were a welcome change.

The broad shoulders entrenched in a suave leather jacket was an even more welcome one.

"Stop stalling! You're under arrest for the deaths of way too many people to even count." Abe. You hadn't heard that voice in what felt like eons - not since the manor, and however many years you had spent falling through wormhole after wormhole.

Your eyes filtered over to the other William, or Wilford as he had referred to himself as, that stood before him - near identical to the one who stood next to you now, bar the cocktail that he sipped from occasionally- boring down the barrel of his gun.

"Well that's just ridiculous I would never kill anybody." Wilford drawled, his speaking slurred as he tried to get the straw of his drink into his mouth; struggling severely besides the simplicity of the task.

Turning to ask the Wilford that stood beside you what was going on, you found him to have disappeared - like magic. Maybe there had only been one Will after all.

Were all those wormholes making you lose your mind?

Probably. You were seeing Abe after all. Abe who you'd watched die at the hands of the Colonel, shortly followed by yourself, after he'd spent so long, and tried so hard to solve Marks murder.

Although, if this is what losing your mind allowed you'd gladly embrace every twist of your imagination and echo of your past.

"Is that right?" Abe asked the pink haired man who stood in front of him, slowly lowering his gun with a twinge of anger in his voice. How long had he been so bitter?

Gently lifting your heavy helmet from your head, you lowered it to your side, holding it loosely between your fingers. You suddenly felt underdressed in your Captains coveralls - as though you'd have ever had time to change - that the outfit was too odd, too unlike the you Abe knew.

That wasn't you anymore.

The District Attorney who had worked hard in Damien's office, who tried to help solve their friends murder, who died trying to protect the people they loved, was long gone. Yet, was your new role of Captain much different from that?

How many times had you jumped into the wormhole? Jumped out of the airlock? Let yourself be consumed by the vastness of space? - to try and save your crew? To try and save Mark? Too many to count.

Perhaps Abe would love you, and your silly, little beret, all the same. Besides, you deserved to be a little selfish for once.

"Well..." Abe pulled a small, grey taser out of his holster, slowly stepping closer and closer to Wilford: who was still entirely focused on the straw in his Martini. "Whatever you say buddy."

The way Abe had spat out the words - as though they had soured on his tongue - did not befall you. Had he been through so much hurt since you saw him last? More than you knew.

Abe's heart ached for you; longed for you to still be by his side, be his partner (in every sense of the word). He kept himself awake at night in anguish, thinking and thinking about what he could've done to save you. After all, he had survived a bullet to the heart hadn't he? Yet, like always, he couldn't save the one who mattered most, his partner - you.

Was it his fault? Probably. Every partner he'd ever had at his side had left, been left behind, died - and he supposed by giving you the title, he had doomed you to such a fate.

He often wished he'd told you to run far away from that goddamn manor at the first sight of danger - but he hadn't, and he would have to live with that.

As Abe stalked towards Wilford, taser in hand, you let out a ghost of a sound - something between gasp and a whine - hoping to stop Abe before he took it too far, but not knowing the words to say, where to begin.

"Abe." You mustered out, hushed words coming out barely above a whisper, though it halted the detective in his tracks all the same.

Lowering the taser, Abe looked to the floor, tears welling in his eyes at the sound. Many times he had heard you calling his name, usually a whisper in the night - a comforting presence when he struggled to sleep - but this time felt too real. As though you were actually stood mere feet behind him and not 6ft below him.

He knew he shouldn't look - knew he would just be getting his hopes up over nothing. You were long, long gone. And a voice in his head is all you would be: yet like every other time he turned his head.

Though this time you were there. Standing, living, breathing mere feet away from him. At least he thought. He'd never seen the ghost of you before, only heard the echos of his past - but if this was him finally going crazy from your haunting presence, then crazy he would be.

"Abe." You chocked out, tears beginning to well in your eyes at the sight of the man before you. A hand came up to clamp over your mouth, to keep the pathetic whimpers in, letting your helmet clatter to the floor - the sound resounding around the near-empty roller rink.

Now Abe turned to fully face you, his eyebrows creasing together as he attempted to keep up his stoic appearance - this wasn't real, and he knew it. You were but a figment of his imagination; his own little secret only he had the joy of being privy too.

"You're not meant to be here!" Wilford slurred, his straw now loosely held between his lips and his martini almost gone. "I thought I told you to stay put y/n."

Will could see you too. Fuck.

Tears begin to rapidly fill Abes waterline as his eye raked up and down your figure - clad in a beige coverall, a little red beret resting disheveled atop your head and a discarded, cracked helmet on the floor. He doubted that it was in such condition minutes ago.

"I just couldn't help myself." You whisper breathlessly, your gaze never breaking away from Abes as you spoke. Finally getting to see him again, you doubted you'd ever be able to look away - not that you'd want to in the first place.

"Well, I guess I can it allow it for the mean time." William huffed folding his arms tightly across his chest, a sulk forming on his face. With a snap of his finger his martini began to refill. "But don't take too long, we've got to get back to our regularly scheduled programming soon."

You let out a teary laugh at Wilford's outlandish wording - ever the dramatic - a trait he and the him you knew seemed to share. Taking a few, small steps closer to Abe, you didn't speak, not wanting to get too close, or say the wrong thing, and startle him into disbelief.

This whole thing felt unreal enough to you, you couldn't imagine how it felt for him. Not only to see you now: but to wake up after being shot and finding you dead, and to spend years dedicating his life to finding your killer only to have you standing before him now.

"Partner?" Abe finally asked, his taser slowly being sheafed into his pocket as he finally took a step in your direction, not moving too fast as though that would make you disappear from his vision - gone like a wisp of smoke.

"Partner." You repeated, somewhat confirming his notion and somewhat using the term of endearment on him too. Talking larger and larger steps across the roller rinks wooden floor, you met each other in the middle, neither touching the other and both heaving in air.

"Are you- are you real?" Abe chocked out, his eyes flickering over every part of you he had been blessed with seeing again - free of blood and injury, filled with life and soul.

"I hope." Not the reply he has wanted, but it suited well enough. It was true, honest at the least - after falling through a myriad of wormholes you didn't quite know yourself, though you hoped now more then ever you were.

Taking another step forward, you were now chest to chest - close enough to feel the other breathe but far enough it could still be a dream.

A twisted dream at that.

Abe raised his hand to ghost above your cheek; almost too scared to touch you, to have you melt away under his finger tips. Though you didn't give him long to worry, leaning into the heat of his palm - skin meeting skin. Abe stilled at the contact, unnerved by the warmth that pooled in his fingertips and sent shivers up his arm and down his spine. You were once again in his arms - or were you?

Abe wasn't going to allow the prying hands of choice to drag you away from him again - in his arms, you would be safe this time. So, his hand swiftly moved to the back of your neck, pulling you against him and tucking your head into the crook of his neck; his free hand snaking around your waist and keeping you tight against him. Twisting his fingers into the fabric of your coveralls, he pressed you as tight against himself as he could.

You couldn't feel the beating of Abe's heart, but you hoped he could feel yours, assure himself you were real. He couldn't. Whatever resemblance of a heartbeat either of you had, had left you as you hit the floor of the manor many moons ago.

"Oh God, I missed you Partner." Abe's voice cracked as he spoke, the flood of emotion overtaking each of his senses. He pulled away slightly from you, enough that he could now clearly see your face - meet your eyes. Slowly, his hand moved from the back of your neck, coming to caress the side of your face. "But what's with the outfit?"

The two of you let out bittersweet, teary laughs, neither surprised by the capability to find such humour in the moment of upset and turmoil. It felt right to laugh in the others arms after all you'd been through.

You gently rested your forehead against Abe's, relishing in the moment and committing every detail of his face to memory - not knowing when you'd get to see it next. Though you hoped you'd see it today and tomorrow, and every day for the rest of your life - you couldn't exactly trust that would be the case.

Not when the crystal in your palm could start burning against you and whisk you away down another wormhole at any moment.

"I have so much I want to say." You spluttered, leaning into Abe's hand as you hiccuped out a sob. Abe's thumb brushed gently across your cheek, wiping away the escaped tears, hushing you soothingly. "I don't even know where to begin."

"Take your time gorgeous, we've got worlds of time." You didn't. Abe didn't know, you couldn't blame him for the way his words made you sob harder then before. Dropping your head into the crook of his neck, you grabbed fistfuls of his leather jacket, hoping a tight hold on him would keep him there with you.

"A captain doesn't leave their ship when it's sinking; now do they?" Wilford asked, his Martini once again empty and the straw still evading his tongue. "I believe our little y/n's time here is up. No?"

The warm-burning sensation in your palm only confirmed Williams words. Fate was not on your side; though when had it ever been?

"No." You commanded, though Will was right: you couldn't leave your crew to die by your lack of attention, because you were selfish enough to let the wormhole fester for your own peace of mind. "It's not fair."

"When is life ever fair?" William near spat - anger of a life he had once lived consuming him and leaving him just as quick. "When has life ever been fair to any of us? You're not special! You need to do what's right."

"Don't listen to him partner." Abe pleaded, his hands holding onto the fabric of the our coveralls tighter then he had previously; as though you'd slip through his fingers at the mention of going anywhere but with him. "I just got you back, I- I can't lose you again."

It was selfish of you, to want to heed to his words. To stay in his arms now you'd found them. And in all your lifetimes you'd never put yourself first, at least that you could remember. You'd given up your life, your body, your soul for the sake of your friends, for the sake of making things right - why couldn't you be selfish for once?

You had a job to do.

"He's right." You sombrely answered, removing yourself from Abe's hold with little struggle. His arms didn't chase after you, hold you close to him so you couldn't go - be taken away by things out of your control. He didn't fight this, didn't fight for you. "I have no choice in the matter."

"Life is ours to choose." Abe spat, the words bitter on his tongue. How many time a had you heard that phrase? In how many bodies? Tears welled in your eyes once more at the wave of grief that washed over you; grieving the life you'd never get to live with Abe, a life long taken from you. "Choose to stay."

Choose me.

"I would, if I could. I would over and over again." Your voice trembled as you spoke, leaning down to pick up your discarded helmet, not breaking eye contact as you did.

"Don't make them leave." Abe begged, turning towards Wilford - William, the colonel - pleading with the man he had spent the last decade, decades, chasing after. As though he had any control over the matter. "It's the least you could do."

Wilford didn't answer the man, instead he fiddled with the straw inside of his drink, idly sipping the liquid.

"Abe, it's okay." You soothed, taking a step closer to your lover, in some lifetime or other, though not daring to touch him. You'd already let go of him twice, and to do so again might kill you. "I'll find you. Somehow, somewhere."

"You promise?" You couldn't promise, that would be cruel. To have him lead his life in hope, in wait. You loved the detective far too much to subject him to such heartbreak.

"No. But I'll try my hardest." A bitter laugh left your sore and scratched throat, tired of the crying. "It's the best I can give you."

A hot white burn flooded your senses, the crystal that was buried deep into your palm glowing brightly.

"Ive seen so much more than you know, and it's means I know things. Like somewhere out there I've already found you; I can do it again. I will do it again." You reassured, wincing as the pain in your palm became unbearable, fighting against leaving becoming harder and harder. It was futile to resist.

"I hope you know I don't like this, not one bit." Abe seethed through his teeth, his eyes red and raw from both the tears he'd let flow and the ones he was trying to keep within.

Taking a step back from you, Abe stood closer to Wilford, giving you one last look over - relishing in the sight of you alive and breathing for what well could be the last time.

"Be safe, partner."

"I will, partner." A swirl of blue and white began to form behind you, the wind picking up inside the roller rink despite all the windows being closed. This was goodbye. Turning to face it, you had just about accepted your fate: but you knew you needed to be selfish for once. To have some peace of mind to get you through whatever mayhem was to come.

"Wait, Abe, I-" With a flash of bright light you were gone. Gone from Abe's grasp once again, slipped through his fingers like grains of sand.

"I know," Abe whispered, his glazed-over expression fixed on the spot where you had just stood. "I know."

"Well, better get back to our 'regularly scheduled programming.'" Abe sardonically spat, turning to Wilford and slipping the taser out of his pocket. "I have a job to do after all."

Abe would return to the roller rink before he knew, before he was ready to really. Though this time he wouldn't feel the heartbreak, dazed by the flashing lights and groovy music, he'd become entranced by the disco-loving Warfstache's antics and join in.

He'd dance to the upbeat music, moving in  slow circles with Wilford and his mask-covered friends; deluded by the knowledge that you couldn't survive a bullet to the heart.

And he'd constantly find himself looking over his shoulder, a whisper in the wind calling his name, and a strange feeling that one day, he'd turn around and a person would be waiting at the other end of the call.

a/n : There's not enough Abe content so I decided to make my own.

If one single person wants a part 2 I'll make one because I already have ideas lol.

I hope you enjoyed! <3

#abe x reader #iswm x reader #detective abe x reader #wkm x reader #captain yn #abe the detective #detective abe #wilford motherloving warfstache #district attorney x the detective #in space with markiplier x reader

[echo-echo31]

More Actor hcs owo

Just bc I know you love this AU ;)

Team Actor + Y/N Headcanons

After Celene ripped his heart out and burnt the peices, you were the one to put him back together.

All the others, well, they either made nonchalant comments of sympathy or actually made excuses for her to have ran away with a maniac.

Excuses like Mark was egotistocal, too controlling, even limiting her ambition as a woman.

So when the Manor turned out to inhabit a primordial force, the opportunity for justice was too tempting to pass up on.

The both of you planned for months and your acting role as the confused and innocent DA was one of your most convincing performances.

Even when things, admittedly, didn't exactly go to plan, you found that being parted from your mortal body was actually quite liberating.

The first time you saw him again, he took you on the date he'd promised you, during one of the days you'd been there to comfort him.

Ever since then, you've been creating whatever fantastical realities you want.

Occasionally you resume the role of innocent viewer, especially when that pitiful amalgamation of the twins appears to 'save you from Mark's games'.

But mostly, you two just enjoy your adventures together, watching the others run around cluelessly (or go insane). Revenge really is sweet.

#markiplier #actor mark #actor mark x yn #adwm #wkm #echo writes #echo answers #markiplier ego headcanons

[buff-borf-bork]

does your da/yn’s have a “life” motto?

mine is “life is change”

share yours!

#or #life is about change #either wroding works #iswm #wkm #the da #yn #markiplier

[lifetrader]

sol im bored can you tell me about iswm

SITS U DOWN. ok so like. wkmverse/iswm/ect i was gonna focus on one fo them but i know i wont do that.

SO LIKE. ok. im gonna skip on the backstory idk ill infodump abt that if i ever force fc to watch wkm with me bc i have so many thoughts abt that and i cant put it into text BUT LIKE OK. skipping backstory means we skip who killed markiplier, wmlw and DAMIEN specifically bc i cant infodump abt DAMIEN or wilford motherloving warftstache w/o explaining all of wkm . so. that brings us to. a date with markiplier and a heist with markiplier. using them interchangeably bc im gonna be jumping around a lot.

A DATE WITH MARKIPLIER IS MESSED UP IN SUCH A WEIRD WAY i dont think we exactly Know why a lot of the stuff in it happens, like. ok we DO. kinda. but we dont. i think a lot if t can be put down to mark just wanting to mess around with it 'cause adwm was the first of the choose your own adventure plotlines, BUT. we get some GREAT things from adwm such as: darkiplier content. tyler (whom is theorized to be and iirc possibly confirmed to be benjamin from wkm but that's another plotline i cant infodump abt w/o explaining wkm) and ethan saying "bonjour" a bunch, the ending where there's aliens, the ending where we're revealed to be chica. and who could forget: being threatened with violence after not paying the bill.

HEIST IS. MORE COLLECTED. BUT STILL CHAOTIC. in ahwm mark and i/yn steal a priceless artifact from a museum;

which only gets referred to as "the box" - which is never explained in ahwm WHY mark and i planned to steal it but in iswm it's somewhat heavily implied/confirmed the box is basically its own miniature wormhole and thats why, through all of heist it can teleport mark and i and give us seemingly perfectly on time objects for situations we're in. now you may think "man it must take you guys a long time to get it right?" no thats the easy part. but from THERE theres a whole bunch of branching pathways such as: a tunnel with cultists. prison. the zombie apocalypse. a cave with indiana jones but markiplier. and more!

i'd give you my favorite endings from heist but its obviously the ones w dark and wilford. ofc. <3

AHH I WANNA KEEP GOIBNG ABT SPACE BUT MY HANDS HURTY.

FUCKED UP IN SPACE.MARK AND I MADE A WORMHOLE. I FUCKED UP TIME AND SPACE AS WE KNOW IT BUT THATS OK IT WAS ALREADY KINDA FUCKED UP! AN ALIEN LADY WANTS ME D E A D !!!!!! I GET TO SEE WILFORD AGAIN! I CONVINCE MARK TO NOT FUCK UP SPACE AND TIME! WE MAKE OUT! END!

#iswm spoilers

[sardonic-the-writer]

{This is set in some kind of limbo between the events of Who Killed Markiplier and the rest of Mark's CYOA series (sorta the same way Damien and WMLW are). Y/N(aka the DA/the viewer) doesn't remember the events of WKM, but the actor does}

Actor Mark: Her name was Celine

YN: Huh?

Actor Mark: My wife. We were married for 5 years but only 3 of them happily. Things weren't working out; we became distant, and she left me for somebody else. And then she died.

Y: Good heavens, I... i am so sorry.

Actor Mark: It's been a while, I've had time to move on, but...

Y: But it's always the little things, isn't it. The few memories I've had come back were triggered by the most inconsequential things - catching the scent of someone's cologne, a eating particular food, ...a song.

Actor Mark: It's funny how you can really think you're past something only to have it come punch you in the gut when you least expect it.

{Author's note: Actor Mark is absolutely glossing over alot of things re: Celine's death[the fact that he's the one who was kinda responsible for it, the fact that the DA/YN was also there, etc.] but he's doing that on purpose so that YN won't start remembering things they shouldn't [yk, like dying]}

~cedar

i was gonna sent this to you yesterday but my internet has been weird lately im srry jdbhkvgxdehvjlkkntezefbv

I LOVE THAT WOOOO

#sardonics anons #cedar <3

[kronoose]

I have not set plot for the owl house au but I have lots of ideas for angst

Wilford hearing yn telling him to not shot them (while passed out hurt)

Yancy loosing his palisman to big bad

Engineer mark getting visions of the jump in again runs

Damian Wilford Abe Celine and actor finding out about the events of wkm

Eric Derekson teaming up accidentally with big bad

Yancy and Wilford in the conformatarium

Captain Magnum loosing his ship

Yancys backstory

Derek Derekson trying to be a good dad to(human) Eric but him being like you're not MY dad

#markiplier #owl house au #im not tagging every character #angsty #to many thoughts

[orange-soap]

Yk I'm personally of the opinion that the DA(y/n) remembers everything. WKM, ADWM, AHWM, and ISWM. All of it. And there's a boiling resentment underneath it all, towards Actor, Dark, and Wilford. But they play along, because what else are the supposed to do? This world isn't their's anymore. They have no choice, ultimately.

That isn't to say i don't like the idea that the DA doesn't know who they are. The unsettling feeling that they should know who these people are, why they all keep finding them, but they just don't. They have no clue.

#[ sophie says words ] #wkm #who killed markiplier #wkm yn #wkm district attorney #I'm also of the personal opinion that the DA hates Engineer until they realize Thats Not Actor

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

The passengers in the car but as different Y/Ns from Mark's projects. The driver is the District Attorney; trying to hide how nervous they are behind the wheel because they haven't been out of the mirror long. The one in the front is from Date. The one behind Date is from Heist and hasn't gotten Ending 6 yet. The one behind the DA is the Captain; catching them up to speed on everything they missed and talking about the general space misadventures--well-meaning but also a little overwhelming.

Don't ask Cap how they got their bulky ass frame in the car just go with it

#clanask #anonymous #markiplier #adwm #ahwm #wkm #iswm #yn #adwm yn #ahwm yn #wkm yn #iswm yn #my drawings #armored captain yn

[cate-geo]

I can't stop thinking about split up/let go and don't split up/hold on

I can't stop thinking about how splitting up always leads to death, and how not splitting up leads to good endings

How Mark keeps begging yn to split, and finds not splitting up boring

How Engineer Mark doesn't want the Captain to let go at first but then begs them too

How yn holds Mark up from falling to his death

How the Captain keeps the Head Engineer from being sucked into something they don't quite understand

And how Actor Mark fell off a banister to land in front of the DA

How the Actor was horribly possessed by his house

How Celine left him for Will

How Damien and the DA were too busy with their jobs and protecting their city to notice Mark's deteriorating state

How if the DA had just held the Actor's hand and hadn't let go, maybe none of this would have happened

#if the adventures are stories the actor creates #I keep wondering if he just desperately wants to prove that yn really cares #No matter how much he begs them to split up #they stubbornly try to keep him safe #he just wants a friend who won't split up with him #who won't let go #actor mark #heist mark #date mark #the da #the actor #yn #wkm #adwm #ahwm #iswm

[fandom-and-fanficlover-a-lot2005]

Am I the only one who concluded DA was probably mute while watching WKM? Cos I got really offended and mad at Celine when she made the comment about us being quiet, cos like of course we’ve been quiet, we’re MUTE! And had to remind myself that it wasn’t canon and DA probably had just been quiet.

#wkm headcanon #wkm theory #wkm da #wkm #wkm yn #wkm district attorney #district attorney wkm #wkm celine #celine the seer