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Mun goes by it/its

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Rules, tagging system, warnings, and misc

Hello! I'm the mun of this blog, which is a side blog, and I go by it/its pronouns! I'm the artist behind @sinful-sketches! As such, my name is Sin.

Background

First of all, why I created this blog and just background on me as a person. I've been a fan of Markiplier since 2015, having been 12 at the time and discovered his Drunk Minecraft series not long before it was cancelled. I spent my teen years watching both Markiplier and Jacksepticeye. Which was fun! It gave me a passion for creating content. That being said, I created this blog in hopes to be better at writing Dark. I spent ages focusing on Anti. I'm REALLY good at writing Anti. I saw that there wasn't a ton of Darkiplier ask blogs and thought I could do it. I could practice writing without having to write actual one shots and multichapter fics.

Rules, Boundaries

Next up, my personal rules. I'm 22 years old so while I'm not against nsfw or suggestive asks, anything suggestive or nsfw about me is a BIG no-no. I'm a person. I don't want that to be forgotten. Ever.

Additionally, self ship is not canon but it is accepted!

Be aware that my iteration of Dark is a fucking dick. He's rude and mean and he mocks people. Do not get upset at ME for that. I am positively pleasant, or at least I think so.

Anon is a privilege. Don't send cruel messages thinking you're safe behind anon because I can and will take that away. I don't tolerate any version of bigotry. Homophobia, racism, transphobia. None. Of. It. Bullying is also a big no tolerance policy!

If I don't get to your ask, or ignore/delete it, and you figure that out? Don't retaliate. This is something I do in my free time. Outside of my art, outside of commissions, outside of anything really. I will not tolerate being shat on for not being

There will be more updated to this. Don't doubt it!

Tagging System

ooc txtpost - Any post where I, the mun, am talking about.. Pretty much anything. This will always be labelled as "OOC" as I'm not responding/answering/talking as Dark.

mailbox answers - Any post where I'm answering asks. When sending asks to the mun, label them as such. Really just anywhere in there where it says "mun" "Sin" or "ooc" is fine. These won't be labelled as religiously as "ooc txtpost" will be.

ask [insert ego] - Any ego post. Always given a third person perspective and written like a story of sorts.

[insert ego] answers - Any post where an ego is answering asks. Again, third person pov.

[insert ego] reblogs - Any post that is reblogged in the character. Most of these will stick to if the asker reblogs the answer with more to say.

simps - Any selfship asks.

sinful egos - Suggestive or nsfw posts of the egos. Enough said.

Potential Warnings

There will definitely be a few not-so-nice things. Such as violence, manipulation, cruelty and some egos being quite verbal with their cruelty, death, talk of afterlife, etc. Proceed with caution.

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Hi! So, this blog is getting a lil reboot! The old posts will remain, go ahead and ask any Mark ego questions and I will answer! Well they will but mun go brr!

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Status: currently archived and moved to @theshadowedremains :)

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Hi! So, this blog is getting a lil reboot! The old posts will remain, go ahead and ask any Mark ego questions and I will answer! Well they will but mun go brr!

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The God of Night walked in, eyes glimmering with interest as he leans forward. "Mortals," he hummed, "I am... Taking over this flimsy little place, for the the being." Night walked over to an ornate, decorative couch. He sat down, leaning forward to stare and spreading his legs as if he owned the mansion that Night found himself in. "So, I expect all my pretty little... Voyeurs to give me something to do." His brows furrowed, "Get your minds out of the gutter. I meant asks, you creeps."

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I feel like this should be stated but I also write for Annus hdjnsks

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*I stumbled a second, but I stayed on my feet and I exhaled in relief a moment to calm my racing heart. I nodded a moment at Actor, however tense and reluctant the gratitude in the action was, and I tipped my head more respectfully and easier to Dark.* “Thank you Dark, I’m sorry to inconvenience or interrupt you.” *I was resolutely not focusing on what Dark called me, I’d have a flustered panic later.*

Marc took a step back, turning towards the gardens that could be seen through the picture window. Dark's eyes seemed to keep an eye on the man who held his cane. Well, himself as Damien. That little nickname that Marc had got on Dark's every nerve yet.. He couldn't act yet. Not yet. Dark nodded at the asker.

"Of course, it seems running around is my career now."

Dark's words were insulting yet vague. Vague about who he was referring to and vague how he meant it. Dark shot a glance to the asker yet was still almost wary. Albeit through that mask of neutrality, his emotions were extremely difficult to decipher.

For all but his most well known enemy and friend. Wilford knew him. Marc knew him. Dark could still remember those days in college with Celine and the DA. Oh how he missed his trusted DA, yet now was not the time to think about them nor Celine.

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“If you really gave a damn about him you would’ve treated him better! Been a better friend or whatever the hells you wanted to be to him! Not STOLEN HIS BODY AND NOT GIVEN HIM A DAMN CHOICE IN ANYTHING!” *I snapped out, baring my teeth a moment in the shout. Despite being backed into a corner I didn’t back down and when I wanted to reply more I yelped as I was dragged off my feet, being several inches shorter than the man in red. Despite the flash of fear in my mind I just glared at him, if need be I’d *bite* him to get him to let me go. And then I heard the familiar ringing and I perked up slightly.*. “Dark?”

"Greetings." Dark spoke as he walked into the room, black eyes settling on Marc who wore a calm smile. Yet his irritation was blatantly clear, the way he refused to release the asker was more than telling of Marc's anger.

"Marc," Dark hummed, "would you be so kind as to release my..." Dark paused to search for the right word that wouldn't set Marc off on him instead.

"Plaything."

Marc huffed, his red eyed gaze meeting Dark's own black one. The way the former politician pulled at the lapels of his suit was telling. Marc knew what the signs were of Dark's annoyance. Yet what he couldn't understand is why Dark favored this one. Rather, seemed to favor. Yet all the same, Marc released them, leaving them to either stumble and fall or stumble and catch themself. Marc didn't care which but had to muse how enjoyable it would be to see them on their ass.

"Of course, Dames." Marc cooed, "I would do anything for you."

Marc's words almost held a silent threat, a warning. Yet Dark didn't react in any meaningful way. Only a small, almost unnoticeable, nod of his head.

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“As far as I’m concerned, even if it doesn’t mean shit to anyone else, what you deserved *was to rot* yes you got cheated on, but you didn’t have to Fuckin DO THIS FOR IT! You took things so horribly wrong and twisted and you *used* Dark, you hurt him, you$you fucking manipulated him into this. He didn’t have a goddamn choice and I know he didn’t want this! All because you want to ‘play hero’” *My face twists into a growl, brown eyes blazing behind my glasses.* “You’re no hero, you’re a fucking snake trying to pretend you’re not going to bite. You’re a coward who pushes all his blame onto everyone else because you can’t *stand* to be wrong.“

Marc seemed almost amused, although red overtook the brown in his eyes. The environment seemed to almost darken. Considering things he had done before, like showing images in the air, one could assume that Marc was capable of much.. Much more. Marc stepped around the desk, approaching the asker in an eerily calm way. His knuckles shifting to a white as he gripped the cane.

"You have accused me of hurting my dear, precious Dames." Marc stated, finally being close enough for the asker to see the earrings that decorated Marc's ears. A small, simple stud. Albeit real diamond. "You disregard what Celine did as simple cheating." He continued, Marc's voice rising in volume. "Worst of all, you claim that I am a snake. Nothing less. Nothing more." His anger peeked through, gritting his teeth.

"I. Am. Not. A. Snake!" The actor growled, grabbing the asker by the collar of their shirt, pulling them close.

"She is. She always was. You are the snake. Undeserving of-!" Marc looked up, cutting himself off at the familiar ringing.

Dark.

It was Dark himself.

Marc's anger seemed stamped out even as Dark's, seen by the mimicries screaming out silently, was painfully obvious.

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*I just shrug,* “I told you before, I know Dark’s not nice even with him in control, neither of them can be with how things are. Well, Msybe if someone’s been with him a while. I know that I’m basically a pawn because Dark couldn’t give two. But that’s alright. At least I understand his patience somewhat, and I respect his rules. You’ve never give me a reason to respect you Marc. I mean *c’mon* the first time we meet you’re stealing someone’s body to try to ruin people’s lives! Then the next time you don’t even bring your wallet to a ‘date’ do you really think that’s a good way to get someone on your side?”

"My Dames is so sweet, you are mistaking him for that-" the scowl and distaste obvious in his voice. Marc shook his head, placing a hand on the window. "... Ruin lives? Please." The scoff evident. His mask had fallen, no attempt to be charming nor to attract the asker in like Marc had attempted to in the beginning. The frustration worn on his features.

"I deserved to live a life. To have my story told. It is not any fault of mine if she got in my way." Marc threw a glare over his shoulder.

The man turned, leaning against the window. A brow quirked, as if questioning their very being. Yet, for the moment, Marc was silent. It seemed he was considering a few things.

"Damien cares for me. No one can say the same for what he feels in regards to the likes of you." Marc remarked with a scoff before smiling, ever so charming. Yet, it was painfully obvious. The name change. He, for once, had not called Dark "Dames". "I gave Dames the role of a lifetime!" An ecstatic grin returned to his face.

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Reblog if you want to be spammed with anonymous asks

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I only have two more asks from before i took an unexpected hiatus so gdjdnd feel free

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Marc, sir, do you have any advice on acting?

Marc let out a soft chuckle, "Advising a potential rival, how bold to ask that of me." He tapped his fingers on the cane he had in his grasp. The words had been on the tip of his tongue, yet the man never utter a single one of what he wanted to say. Instead, when he next spoke, Marc insisted on it being completely "in character".

"Be someone else." Marc advised, "Be the character. You, while on that stage, do not exist. You, as a person on that stage, will never exist. Only the character does."

Despite the advice's seemingly helpful nature, it was beyond dark in a way. Like a secret was dancing on his tongue and in his eyes.

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I’d say I’m rather fond of many of the egos, I know a version of Illinois who’s my favorite,,, but overall, I do wish the Author was used more, there’s so many interpretations of him, but so little /do/ much with him,,,

Marc grinned, "Oh I just know you'd adore a certain role of mine." He turned away, his back towards the asker. Marc stepped away, staring at them from over his shoulder. "I do agree that so little is done with that role. So much... Potential." Marc chuckled.

His mind drifted to the two brothers. Author and Host. The two that acted so distant and disgusted with the other. Marc knew though, he knew better. Just an act. What was that saying, after all?

Never bullshit a bullshitter.

Marc had been doing this, acting on a stage, to not know what those brothers were doing.

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Oh dear, my apologies I don't know the name of the flower. Hold on a second. It wasn't a dahlia. I don't think it was an azalea. It resembled a cherry blossom, however it wasn't growing on a tree? Maybe an orchid or petunia? It was very pretty, if I find it I'll surely give it to you.

You look like the kind of man who enjoys pretty things.

Marc tsked, settling himself in Dark's xhair and peering over at the framed photo on the desk. The picture was obscured, face down. Whether or not Marc did that was anyones guess. His brown eyes, those chocolate pools of emotion, were tinged at the pupil with a deep red color. Like that of blood.

"How confusing." Marc hummed, "Flowers can be such pesky things. So many names yet so few of them differ from what is common."

Marc stared at the drawers again. Marc did know something. That much was obvious. Blatantly so. Some secret, it seemed.

"I do happen to enjoy oretty things, my dear fan." Marc smiled, charming as always. "... Pretty things indeed."

In the moment, he was akin to an angler fish. That light that attracted prey for the fish to eat. A predator hiding behind a mask, smiling oh so kindly. Those eyes, so much behind them yet none of it shown, focused on the asker.

"I'm sure there is no real reason to give me the flower. Should you find it, of course. I'd rather a pretty thing like you own a pretty thing like that."

The predator who pulled prey in.

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Marc, you're a very talented singer. Do you like any musicals? And if so, what are they?

Marc smiled, turning to face the asker upon hearing their voice, and thus, their questions. Although he seemed to give more thought to the compliment they had began with. Marc reached his cane forward, tipping their head upwards.

"Why yes, I am quite the talented singer. Thank you for the recognition, my dear fan." Marc tilted his head to the left ever so slightly, "Yes, I do enjoy the occasional musical. I did enjoy Be More Chill. The Squip is such a unique role." Marc commented.

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Hazel eyes met brown with curiosity and intrigue. "There are rumors going around that a certain handsome storyteller in red is already working on his next big project. Something to do with the ocean if I'm not remembering wrong?" ~ Cici

Marc laughed, meeting the hazel eyes withan air of confidence that would never go forgotten. He approached Cici, that charming smile on his face. He leaned on the cane, staring down at Cici.

"Handsome? You flatter me, my dear." Marc hummed, "But no. Not yet. I wanted a bit of a break. I have spent so long on my others. I deserve a break, no?"

Marc chuckled, well aware there was truly only the one answer that matched his question. "I would adore for my precious Dames to work on an oceanic project with me, of course. Perhaps one of my loyal fans can get a yes from him~"

Marc seemed very amused. Considering Dark hated the ocean, it wasn't surprising that Marc looked like the cat that got the canary.

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“Considering that the uh *she* you’re referring to is his sister and you took his body, and you made a deal to get *her* involved to kill her, I think both of them have a right to be angry at you.” *I shake my head.* “No, light isn’t as good as you think it is, in fact you’re a representation of the bad in it. Twisting words and only giving one side of the story, or not enough of it and trying to blind or dazzle to make sure no one looks too close.”

Marc stood, gripping Dark's cane tightly in his hands as he leaned forward, getting in the asker's face. The red swallowed the brown pools of his irises.

"Even family can be the most toxic of people, my dear." His words were cold.

Marc had stopped bothering to even pretend that he wasn't beyond annoyed and a little angry. This asker, Marc mused, had clearly been manipulated to Celine's side. Marc leaned back, running a hand through his long hair that ended just short of his shoulders.

"My dear, my dear... That was merely me being such a compassionate soul." Marc paused, "Now that-" He sighed in annoyance, "She can't hurt anyone now."

Marc turned around, approaching the picture window and staring through it, down at the gardens he had insisted were to be maintained. Even now, Marc refused to let Dark let the upkeep on the manor become subpar. Marc smirked, hidden to the asker but it wasn't exactly like his polite and charming smile. No, he was plotting.

"You claim me to twist words and give half truths, my dear, but that is her game. Not mine. I am far from oblivious of what she has done to you. Red flags are just flags when you are wearing rose tinted glasses."

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OOC: Hello y'all! I have a public service announcement of sorts. Since I changed a bit of how my Dark operates, I will tag it with which of the two is majorly in control. Celine or Damien. Of course you can ask them questions as well. Design wise red eyes vs blue eyes is who majorly controls, 50/50 is both colors and / or black