I feel like I’m tryna convince ppl that Batman is Bruce Wayne

the song is called by lake surprise because mark likes to use it to surprise us with total emotional devastation

thelooniemoonie:

“the groundskeeper was at fault” this “actor mark could’ve done better” that, what about the chef? been hundreds of years and multiverses since wkm and that man is still just cookin in his kitchen. unbothered. vibing. stayed in his lane. we could all learn a thing or two from him

I really like the fact that Dorene L. Whitacre or Mrs. Whitacre as we’ve come to call her, ended up being Celine The Seer from WKM. I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THE STARS ON BOTH!! It really makes everything seem like it’s come full circle…

I draw darkIplier/damien

I hope u like it and have a good day

@markiplier

Here something that run though my mind

A every villain has a back story,

That is cost by the hero.

So is the hero a hero or villain of the story.

When the final piece fall in place,

Will the ture be finally told or will there be more questions that will have no answer for us?

Who know what will be done in the future of these series of who killed Markiplier?

We just Have to keep a close eye out for clues,

To find the answer to this!

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source: youtube screenshots

source: pinterest and screenshots

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Did I ever tell y'all about my AU where The Manor Entity is what’s left of a the Wormhole and it considers Mark it’s father since he built the Warp Core, and it does all it does to Actor because it recognizes him as an offshoot of Engineer and wants to create a Mark who understands it’s goal and will work with it? And it makes all that shit happen to The DA because it knows they’re The Captain from beforethey’re The Captain and blames them for Mark “abandoning” their “beautiful shared chaos and ruined universe”?

Because that’s an AU I have

If there’s one thing I would love to see Mark do again, it’s something like Damien. The animation, the voice acting, the atmosphere, it was all so gorgeous and eerie and it’s still one of my all time favorites of Mark’s projects

It’s so weird to me that there’s some people who’ve never heard of Jim before ISWM because the Jim segments seemed so integral to the memes when Who Killed Markiplier came out- and even then the Jim’s were a throwback to Markiplier TV! (Technically weather Jim was the first one in space since he reported the weather from the sun lol)

Who could forget DEMONS JIM! How bizarre it was to have these silly segments after trying to puzzle out the already wild storyline of wkm. Love to see them back in ISWM :)

Waiting for you in past or future

“Wilford was in there…”

Your actions have consequences, Captain.

Telling off Actor Mark

Just thinkin bout Celine

This is 1000% inspired by @itssugarholic ’s #BrokenTechnicolor animatic

We aren’t Darkiplier

Darkiplier was create by 3 people but is his only 2 people

Celine’s powers, gentleness

Damien’s body, charisma, anger, and vengeance

And your life source.

In a way we,the fans made darkiplier who he is today. We are the ones who created him. So we are the ones that gave him the life source he needed.

And remember when mark said that dark is a manipulative and will use you. That’s exactly what dark did. We created him but we aren’t him. After the screen broke the point of view did not follow dark. It stayed there as he left. He used us to create him, he used us to give him control.

Celine and Damien are him. That’s why one moment he is gentle like celene than angry like Damien. They both have hatred for mark. And they both think that wilford/colonel is still a nice guy. (At the end of MTV dark said “I respect you wil, I always have”)

you are not darkiplier, celine and Damien is!

Damien

yenloveshotmen:

Damien in ISWM

(THIS IS AN X READER FIC. IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE DNI WITH THIS POST)

You sigh, the warp crystal glowing brightly. Your heavy eyes gazed to it, e/c eyes seemingly dull. The blue shine got brighter, until you were soon consumed by it. You remember the first time you flew through a wormhole. You felt like puking, you felt confused, scared, and the one thought on your mind was… What couldn’t you do again? You remember vaguely of Mark trying to inform you of something, before your friend flew through the window. He should’ve known. But now, you feel nothing. You feel absolutely nothing. No fear, no joy, no anxiety, the only thing on your mind was memories of before you were stuck here. Everything is your fault. They’re all dead, because of you. You await the new universe you’ll eventually hop into, and destroy. You never meant to. You at least… Hope you never meant to. You dazed off, hitting the ground with a grunt. You really need to start paying attention on where you’re going. You groan, standing up weakly. You’re outside of a house, a quite huge one at that. The pavement of the long driveway scratched against your gloves. You feel as if… You’ve seen this house before. It’s a memory too far to reach, almost like deja vu, but you feel it isn’t. It couldn’t be. This feels too… Familiar. You hear a door open, and you can’t help but flinch. You could’ve just landed on some alien’s door step, without a clue on who it is.

But you didn’t, your heavy head looking up. You widen your eyes, letting out a shaky breath. You almost felt like sobbing then and there, seeing a well dressed man practically spring over to you. His hair was combed back, brown eyes alive (ones that weirdly remind you of Mark), a black suit along with a ‘Mayor’ slash, and a white bowtie clinging around his white shirt. He kneeled down, looking at you. “… My beloved? When did you… Dress like this? Actually– when did you get here? Are you alright?” He asks, each question too much for you to handle. You bring your heavy body up, clinging onto him for dear life. Damien, the man you’ve loved– much more than you’d admit, had been right here, holding onto you. He rocked you slightly, as you began to gently sob. Those gentle sobs soon turned heavy, shaking your head and crying like you hadn’t in years. You grasped his suit tightly, body crumbling in his warm embrace. But he kept you together. He made you whole. He rubbed small circles on your back with his thumb, shushing you softly, trying to ease you of your sobs. Eventually, your sobs turned to cries, then to simple sniffles. He lifted you up back onto your feet, wiping away extra tears with his thumb.

“Here, darling, do you wish to come inside? I’m not too busy.” He grins softly, holding his hand out. You nod, grasping his hand with your gloved one. He lead you inside, the house seeming more familiar on the inside than outside. Dark brown wooden floors, a cozy fire, along with a smooth maroon couch. Damien led you onto the couch, sitting you down. “May I know exactly what happened?” He asks, both hands holding onto yours as he sat across from you. You look down sadly, before smiling, pointing to your heart, then him. “Love me? You just love me that much?” He grins slyly, and you nod, the lie stabbing your heart aggressively. Damien chuckles. “I love you more than ever, darling.” He says, kissing your nose. You smile, and he smiles back. “So, what’s with this outfit? The black gloves, leather jacket…” You point up to space, grinning. “Up in space? Pff, now isn’t a time for jokes." 

You relax, pulling him into another embrace. Your mind almost let you forget about the universe, until it clicked together. This isn’t your Damien. This is another universe’s Damien. Yours is dead. Yours is… Gone. An empty shell remaining. You pull away quickly, your face draining of all color, eyes wide and heart shattered. "Darling? Darling, what’s wrong?” He asks, cupping your face, you lean towards his touch, a hurt look on his face. “Darling… Please… Tell me…” He croaks, voice broken. You’ve never heard him that desperate. “Please…” He begins again, holding onto you. “I’ve never seen you so hurt in my life… Please…” He continues to beg, but you shake your head, pointing to the door. You have to go. “No, wait, darling, please stay, please!” He begs, eyes watering. “Darling, you can trust me! I promise…” He smiles, but you shake your head, getting up. He doesn’t stop you, simply holding his hands. “Please return soon. I love you.” He smiles, and you smile back, making a heart with your hands, before exiting the house. You look to your palm, the crystal glowing again. You inhale deeply, mouthing an 'I’m sorry’ to Damien’s door, before disappearing.

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“Y/N, wait!” Damien shouts, but when he swung the door open, all he saw was an empty driveway.

mintytrifecta:

Cinematic parallels

Marks and Rec: Misc #2403

(Dialogue from Soul.)