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an INDEPENDENT , SEMI - SELECTIVE portrayal of an ORIGINAL , AU VERSION of DAMIEN from the MARKIPLIER CINEMATIC UNIVERSE .

. . . BUT YOU'RE MISSING THE POINT OF THIS ENDEAVOR .

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" If anyone says the word ' poker ' at me today they owe me 100 bucks. "

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" Thin ice. Very thin ice. "

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:))))

#{ : ̗̀˗ˏˋ➤ 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 ;; damien ( ic ) }#[ mirrorbrxken ]#|| dash commentary ||

Damien’s hand follows Celine — trailing after her, just short of catching her before she paces away. His hand hesitates, then falls back to his side. Blue fades and flickers around his form. Not nearly as violently as Celine’s red. He lets out a small sigh ; slow, and unnecessary, but one of the few methods of releasing stress that he still has.

“ Going after him won’t do anything, Celine, ” he eventually manages. “ We’re dead — and so is he. You can’t kill him again. ”

Anything he can do ? Damien glances away. “ I … I don’t know. ” His voice weakens as he speaks. A glance down at his hand, palm upturned ; when he turns his hand, the mirror cracks are visible, like scars against his opaque skin. Fist clenches, head turns to Celine. “ I don’t know, but staying here … I don’t understand it, but it isn’t good. ” A weak laugh turns sharp as it exits. “ Not as though I understand any of this. ”

He doesn't understand what's happening. He doesn't understand what he's doing. He doesn't even know what he can do, in this state. He gestures to the emptiness surrounding them. “ There isn’t much for me to do from here. If I had something, I’d already be doing it. ”

#( omg you totally didn’t have to ?? i didn’t expect you to throw something into my crazy verse wahh )#( but yes ur good !! )#{ : ̗̀˗ˏˋ➤ 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 ;; damien ( ic ) }#[ eighthjuror ]#|| thread ||#death tw

There’s something new in Damien’s tone. A slight change, a slight shift. Not a shattering of the calm conversation, but a gentle steering in a different direction.

And yet, it feels like the lanes are shifting too quickly, to Mark. He’s not saying that- he can’t be saying that- No. No, Damien doesn’t feel … those sort of things for Mark. Surely he is seeking support? Surely he is confiding in a friend about his love? Even that would be a surprise.

He keeps his mouth firmly shut, leaving the spotlight to Damien to say his piece. Is he feeling stage fright? Because Mark is.

“You’re in love? Dames, I’m happy for you! You should go for it. Life is for the living,” he says, to accompany Damien’s own words. He’s smiling, even while his heart feels like it’s tearing. From loss? Or hope? “I will be honest, from what I’d heard, I was under the impression you weren’t looking for a relationship.”

Who’s the lucky person? He can play wingman. He can help see it through. After all, Damien’s an old friend. But the way he’s looking at him now makes Mark’s mouth go dry. “Wait, are… you saying that… ?”

The moment is tender, anticipatory — but just as much as it is filled with worry, anxiety. Has he said something wrong ? Has he bore his heart too quickly ?

Damien opens his mouth, a response on his tongue — of course I’m in love, I’ve been in love for years, can’t you see ? — but then Mark’s next words quickly divert his attention. His brows furrow.

“ Wherever did you get that impression ? ”

It’s just enough to distract Damien from Mark’s almost-question that followed. Mark says it so nervously that Damien barely hears him, anyway.

Weren’t looking ? He doesn’t care for people throwing themselves at him, if that’s what Mark is referring to. Every relationship was superficial ; worse were the ones his parents had tried to choose and push. Is that what Mark is referring to ?

#( mark : hmmmm 🤔🤔 i wonder who he could possibly be talking about 🤔🤔 )#{ : ̗̀˗ˏˋ➤ 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 ;; damien ( ic ) }#[ stageplayhero ]#|| ˏˋ⋆ * i can't help but feel lost ;; threads ||

“You’re right!” Mark grins as he edges along the bench. “It’s a monologue we’ll need. A victory monologue, performed by yours truly.”

He places one hand over his heart, and swings the broom in a wide arc with the other. “Tonight, the sun sets not only on our beloved mayor’s time in office, but his time in life—”

CRASH. The broom hits a vase, knocking it cleanly off the shelf and onto the floor. Mark looks back at Damien with wide eyes. Oh no.

Eyes roll as Mark begins his mock speech — and then widen at the sudden sound. Damien freezes, shoulders tight and flinched.

… Oh no.

When he dares to look at the cause of the crashing sound, he can’t hold back a slight wince. A look from the broken vase, then to Mark, matching his panicked expression.

They only have so much time until Benjamin shows up. He had to have heard that, right ?

In times of tense peril, childhood memories speak words of wisdom.

“ … Flee the scene ? ”

#( damien no — )#( they can flee ; or they can hesitate a little longer and benjamin will show up. either way works for me >:D )#{ : ̗̀˗ˏˋ➤ 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 ;; damien ( ic ) }#[ stageplayhero ]#|| ˏˋ⋆ * i can't help but feel lost ;; threads ||

train of thought i just had

damien is in the mirror -> damien is in the mirror like the da was ( -> haha what if its like a reverse au /j ) -> wait where is celine in this universe ( bc atm i do not remember what i decided before ) -> is celine asleep -> dark - damien - celine = entity -> is dark just the entity in this universe -> is “damien”/dark just the entity masquerading as them as the villain and no one realizes that

#( ….. food for thought )#|| ooc ||

and it’s usually at the most inconvenient times too

#( it seems to be (a) in the middle of the night/ungodly hours (b) while i’m on a break/hiatus or (c) when i don’t have energy )#( damien please why are you like this 😭 /lh )#( damien ily but please decide to visit at times when i can actually do something with that inspiration 😂 )#|| ooc ||

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

#( OMG YEAH THAT’S TODAY )#( happy anniversary over here !!! )#( i love how the colours match in the pictures hehe )#( damien 🥺🥺🥺 )#( it’s his anniversary 💕💕💕 )#// saving this ! }#|| ooc ||

“ ... ”

“ ... Well, the fact that you're so quick to deny it without being asked only makes me more suspicious. ”

#( damien : 🤨🤨🤨 )#{ : ̗̀˗ˏˋ➤ 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 ;; damien ( ic ) }#[ stageplayhero ]#|| dash commentary ||#alcohol tw #drinking tw

how often do you win at the poker parties?

“ Ah … I’m afraid that tends to depend on how sober I am. ” He chuckles good-naturedly, if perhaps a little embarrassed. “ I have a terrible poker face, you see … It’s different from having to remain polite at events. With people who know you so well that they know all of your tells and how to make you laugh, it’s difficult to keep up the act once I’m already loose. ”

“ It’s all in good fun, though, so I don’t mind losing sometimes … When I’m in my right mind enough to truly play, I have a decent chance at winning, but that seems to scarcely ever be the case. ” A pause. His brows furrow, and he looks off to the side. “ Is that why Mark always insists on having drinks first … ? ”

#( uh oh mark he’s catching on )#{ : ̗̀˗ˏˋ➤ 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 ;; damien ( ic ) }#|| ˏˋ⋆ * putting together the broken pieces ;; headcanons ||#|| answered ask ||#alcohol tw #drinking tw

hello mister mayor! was there anything else you wanted to be when you grew up when you were a kid?

“ Why, hello ! Ah … there were a great many things, in truth. ” The question brings back many old memories — childish hopes he’d held onto for as long as he could manage to keep up the illusion that he might have a choice, someday. His expression softens, a mix of melancholy and childish dreams. “ There was a point where I wanted to be an artist, but the career idea that stuck with me the longest was to be a librarian. If I could, I think I would still make that choice, today. ”

#( i think he’d make a great librarian or an artist 🥺 )#{ : ̗̀˗ˏˋ➤ 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 ;; damien ( ic ) }#|| ˏˋ⋆ * putting together the broken pieces ;; headcanons ||#|| answered ask ||

having some soft damien muse out of nowhere, so if anyone wants to ask him questions, they’re more than welcome to 😌

#( i don’t have the energy for proper writing but yknow what i could do some asks )#( bc is mayor time 😌 )#|| ooc ||

damien has wavy hair when it’s not slicked back / doesn’t have gel, btw. he has bangs.

#( fun facts with wren )#( damien muse is around ?? for once ??? )#( maybe it’s because i need comfort / chill stuff pfft )#( here have a cute damien thing ; maybe there will be more later who knows )#|| ˏˋ⋆ * putting together the broken pieces ;; headcanons ||

Damien! How could you? "Don't bring that argument into this! I've already told you, I don't cheat at cards. Nor am I cheating now!" The debate is familiar. Extremely so. Mark would show him just how trustworthy of a swordsman he was: a swing here, a prod there! Damien's advance causes him to retreat a few steps, watching the cane sword carefully.

"Neither am I! I suppose you'll have to wing your defeating speech, then." He hops onto a bench. High ground! "I look forward to hearing it. It will be so emotional, so inspiring."

Damien’s sword pauses the attack, guarding himself with a parry. If only he could find a makeshift shield …

“ I can improvise a pretty good speech — but I won’t need to ! ” Damien exclaims as he thrusts another strike with his cane-sword. “ It won’t be a speech that’s needed, but rather a monologue. I do hope you’re good at improv. Use some of your old Shakespearean knowledge, perhaps ? ”

#( idiots. such idiots. )#( you’re gonna break a vase smh )#{ : ̗̀˗ˏˋ➤ 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 ;; damien ( ic ) }#[{ 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 || a poker night with old friends }]#[ stageplayhero ]#|| ˏˋ⋆ * i can't help but feel lost ;; threads ||

Blue. Yes, it has always been. Some things never change. “Good choice. Unfortunately? I had some friends that went to law school.” Any recollection of that, Damien? “It’s so taxing, from what I’ve heard, but you must help a lot of people.”

Damien’s asking him questions? Wait! That’s not fair! Mark almost slips and gives his real answers, before he remembers his character. This isn’t a visit with an old friend.

“I had it recommended to me, and I know some of the employees personally.” Spot any familiar faces in the crowd? He taps his chin, seeming to take the question very seriously. “I’m not much of a chocolate person, myself, but I would say milk chocolate.” Sugary. Sweet.

It’s dark chocolate. You know that. Knew. “Does that make it my turn again? Let me see… Do you have any siblings?”

“ It requires many sleepless nights and long hours … but, yes. I help people. That’s what keeps me going. That’s all I want to do. ” That’s all he remembers. The only answer he has.

At the question of siblings, Damien shakes his head. Leaning against the table, he idly taps at the floral centerpiece. “ No, I don’t. ” The story has erased Celine. Did you want her gone so adamantly, Mark ? Or is the narrative erasing a being who is not there ?

“ My turn, again, I suppose. ” Damien smiles warmly. Earnestly. He trusts you, Mark. “ What do you have planned for the rest of the day ? ”

#( dames : ( visible confusion ) )#{ : ̗̀˗ˏˋ➤ 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 ;; damien ( ic ) }#[ stageplayhero ]#[{ 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 || as an old friend used to say … life is ours to c.hoose }]#|| ˏˋ⋆ * i can't help but feel lost ;; threads ||

[ @stageplayhero , continuing from ☆ ]

"That it will be. They'll tell stories of this moment for ages to come."

Mark glances back at the vase, and doesn't object to the movement of the fight. It's probably fine, but... it doesn't hurt to be safe, when it comes to the Manor's many priceless decorations.

The broom is held aloft in defense, away from any vases, this time. "Trick you? Who said anything about tricking you? I'm sure I will succeed in this duel, childhood opponent or not. I hope you have your last words prepared."

“ I did ! You’ve had a way with dirty tricks. I can’t even trust your honesty at cards ! ” An ongoing argument, it is — the debate over fairness during their poker nights. All in good spirits … until the Colonel would turn it into a fight. Not the most unexpected turn of events, the most it caused was more of a mess to clean up the next morning … and another reason to continue the debate in the future, when no one could clearly say who had won.

“ I don’t write speeches I won’t need, Mark. I’m not one to anticipate defeat in a duel ! ” Swinging at Mark, he steps forward in an advance. Take that !

#{ : ̗̀˗ˏˋ➤ 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 ;; damien ( ic ) }#[ stageplayhero ]#[{ 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 || a poker night with old friends }]#|| ˏˋ⋆ * i can't help but feel lost ;; threads ||#|| queue ||

10enbris

I can't believe I just noticed this, and maybe someone else has noted this already. But Damien has a habit of wringing his hands around his cane when he's stressed.

Dark does something similar: he pulls at his lapels when he's stressed/pissed/scared. You see this a lot in "Darkiplier vs Antisepticeye" when things start to unravel and even at the very end with Dark!Chica (although it's cut off at the bottom).

Always the hands in fists, always the tension over a lack of control over the situation. Perhaps Dark does this because he doesn't have anything to fidget with anymore.

This man has been so goddamn stressed for over a century, let him REST.

#// LET HIM REST !!! }#// he’s so stressed please 😭😭 }#// cmon mark why’d you have to take his cane >:(( }#|| ˏˋ⋆ * the button pinned on his lapel binds him there ;; musings ||#|| queue ||

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