#colonel william

[nanowatzophina]

Tiktok Repost (pt. 🏠)

Guys, who tf killed markiplier??

(Okay but honestly I might revisit this one cuz it’s another one I super love the vibe of)

[marksandrec]

Marks and Rec: Misc #2574

He just forgets sometimes, is all. (Dialogue requested by @jo3ydr3w.)

[gotta-big-ego]

Sometimes Wilford remembers things

[googliplierirl]

I couldn't stop thinking about this. so. neither can you :3

Fall Out Boy - Headfirst Slide Into Coppertown On A Bad Bet.

[snoodles-and-egos]

ANCIENT HISTORY WITH DARK AND THE DA PERHAPS?

Ancient History

So in this specific scenario, this is an AU where the DA is the one that gets corrupted by The Entity. Also Mark/Celine/William are in a poly relationship because I said so.

Mayor Damien, Actor Mark x Celine x William J. Barnum, DA!Reader, TW: break up, possible codependency, possession, drunkenness Words: 861

“I think we should just be friends.”

Those words had stabbed him through the heart, after giving all of his heart away to you. Returned to him shattered and broken, hopelessly torn apart as you coldly turned your back on him. It became difficult for him to come to work, knowing you’d be there, a ghost of what was. It’s like something snapped in you, and the person he loved disappeared into nothingness. A void pulses where his softened heart once rested in his chest, clutching it whenever he’d catch you staring at him. 

But you don’t leave him alone, despite him trying to give you the same courtesy. It’s as if you’re taunting him on purpose. Sometimes he swears your eyes turn dark while possibly scanning him for vulnerabilities. Within months he becomes withdrawn, even retreating from Celine and William. It isn’t until Mark pounds on his door with coffee and hair drenched from the rain that he finally breaks down. Falling into his friend’s chest, sobbing his sorrows away. 

Mark doesn’t bother with the pleasantries after he witnesses Damien collapsing, just quickly moving the two of them to the nearest couch and letting Damien spill his heart out for him to see. The pain he’s been bottling inside, how even being at work makes his stomach churn in ways that even makes a simple cup of tea seem like too much.

“I think you need some time off. I can talk to them, if you’d wish-”

“No! Please, don’t let them know I told you…”

Damien pleads with his eyes, clutching onto Mark’s hand desperately as he holds himself as a shell of the confident mayor he once was. But Mark couldn’t promise he wouldn’t, he had noticed something off about your behavior as well. When he goes home to William and Celine, they all agree that Damien shouldn’t be in that house all by himself right now. And Celine, she volunteers to go talk to you, despite every nerve in her body screaming at her to not. 

She was always the bolder twin, protecting Damien but she never thought she’d have to protect him from you. Even if they’re adults, she’s never seen him so shattered before. She grabs folds of her skirt as she walks up your steps, knocking firmly on the front door. Even touching the wood with her knuckles she can feel something dark emanating from within. Her hand jumps up to the protective locket around her neck, rubbing her thumb against the brass heart. 

“What do you want?”

She sees your eye sitting beneath the chain holding the door locked. The shadows seem unnaturally thick, disguising your features even if you should be rather visible with the light outside. 

“We’re concerned.”

“Well isn’t that lovely. Leave.”

Celine’s nostrils flare, stepping a bit closer.

“Look, I know what you did to my brother. We all do. I don’t know what happened to you but he gave you everything and you discarded him like an old teddy bear. How dare you.”

She feels rage from the other side of the door, your labored breathing the only thing between you.

“I would suggest you leave.”

Celine looks you in the eye once more, and there’s something different in her eye. Pity? Concern? Perhaps mourning the friend she thought she had. With a turn of her heel she glides back down the steps to her car, taking one last long look at your house before closing the door and driving off. 

She gets back home and she explains to Mark privately your conversation, and he just sighs as his shoulders drop.

“We can’t force them to get help.”

“I know! But-”

“Celine…”

He takes her hands in his, squeezing them affectionately as he meets her eye. 

“We cannot. Force them.”

“So what do we do then?”

“Help your brother. If they want to be helped, they will tell us. But we have to trust them right now.”

She doesn’t like that Mark is right, but she relents, visiting Damien and William in the parlor as they try to keep Damien’s mind occupied. 

Late at night, the house phone rings, and Mark rubs his eye as he goes to investigate. He finds Damien already at the receiver, and his heart drops as Damien is almost shrunken against the wall.

“Love, darling, please-”

Once he hears those words, he walks closer with far more purpose, taking the receiver from Damien’s hand while holding his friend close. You’re ranting to him, drunk and slurring your words. Words that would never be used to describe his friend come spilling from your lips, and Mark has to stop himself from squeezing the receiver so tight it snaps.

“Hello. This is Mark. Please lose this number, you are no longer welcome around me or my family. Goodbye.”

He slams the receiver down, letting Damien pull away and wipe away his tears, drowning in William’s silk pajamas. Mark looks at his friend, resting his hands on Damien’s shoulder before bringing him in for a tight hug.

“I know it hurts, but I promise, soon this will be ancient history. Just one day at a time.”

[rosetintedgunman]

(Warning in the above video for shouting, loud volume, and badly drawn guns)

So back in 2022, there was a popular post that had people imagine what a Muppets version of something they enjoyed would be like. At the time, I had decided that a Muppets version of Who Killed Markiplier would be fantastic, but I didn't really have the skills to properly share stuff. I've been using the old sketchbook as a temporary replacement, found the sketch, and I got inspired. So I present to you:

Who Killed Markiplier, Muppets Edition.

I have a photo of what I envision the cast to look like (both the 2020 original and the version made today), along with notes for my choices, under the read-more. I decided against using well-known Muppet characters since I wanted the fun of creating looks.

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Damien, Celine, and Benjamin are all traditional hand-rod Muppets. The twins are lavender, while Benajmin would be dark blue with a turquoise nose. Both Damien's cane and Benajmin's tray would be attached to the hand via magnets so they can be held only when needed.

Chef is a live-hand, sack-body monster, heavily inspired by Big Mean Carl. In homage to this, Little Buddy has been swapped out with a bunny (the reference being this video ). Not only does it suit the idea of him being intimidating and a dangerous red herring, it also allows Chef to carry the ladle and Little Buddy, among other things. Chef would have white fur that darkens to black along the edges (except on the paws), along with red eyes. Little Buddy is pure white, with a matching uniform and a little red neck tie.

George would be a dark green, full-body Muppet to allow a proper running scene. He's inspired by the Muppets with snouts (sorta like F.raggle Rock). Between the hair and the hat, you can't see his eyes.

Finally, the Colonel is a live-hand orange Muppet. With holding the gun and being a general nuisance, I thought having access to hands would make scenes with Abe or the Viewer more entertaining. Not only that, since the glasses make up the shape of his eyes, his eyebrows are on the top of the rim and can be raised and lowered to switch between intimidating and goofy.

That leaves three human cast: Abe, Mark, and the District Attorney. Mark had said that Abe is essentially the main character, so it stood to reason to keep him the same. The Viewer stays human because it's fourth-wall breaking and allows us to stay at Abe's height throughout. Finally, I feel it would be really fitting of Mark to be like "I'm in a production with Muppets :D" and then die barely five minutes in.

[lostcybertronian]

Egotober - Day 1

Prompt: Cape

Prompts by @tracobuttons

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He adjusted the ties. Adjusted them again so they settled at the hollow of his throat. Made sure the knot was nice and tight, and that the fabric settled in the right way over his shoulders. Studied himself in the mirror, the way his gelled-back hair shone under the lamplight. Frowned. Popped his fake vampire teeth in and bared them. Took them out. Rinsed. Repeated

He was so mired in this ritual that he missed the heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Jumped a mile when a knock came at the door. 

“Dames?” William’s voice filtered through the thick wood of the guest room door. “Are you ready? The party’s starting.”

“I’ll be right down,” Damien answered absently, but the creaking of the door as it opened informed him William hadn’t taken his answer to heart. He turned, and a surprised laugh burst from his mouth at the sight.

William was dressed as Mark, right down to the red, satiny robe and white ascot. If not for his glasses and mustache, he’d be a spitting image. Brother echoed brother, after all.

“Bully!” He exclaimed, his voice too big for the small room, for the music drifting up the stairs. “A vampire. I should have thought of that.”

Damien mustered up a smile, even as his stomach flipped. “It needs something else, though. I can’t think of what.”

William crossed the room. Looked him up and down in a way that made Damien’s face flush. Then, he snapped his fingers. “I’ve got just the thing! Wait right here.”

He spun on one slippered foot and disappeared. Moments later Damien heard the sound of the next door guest room opening, and frowned as he pondered why on earth William would be rummaging through Celine’s things.

Then, he was back, triumphantly boasting an eyeliner pencil. He was up in Damien’s face before the mayor could say a word about it, his calloused fingers gentle as he touched Damien’s jaw, tilting his face this way and that so as to apply a thick ring of makeup below each eye.

“There!” William’s breath smelled like expensive wine. He stepped back, grinned, placed a hand on Damien’s shoulder and steered him back toward the mirror. “It’s perfect. Take a look.”

Damien murmured assent and glanced toward the mirror, but what he was really looking at was William looking at him, his pretty dark eyes glittering. 

He felt his insides twist. Wished things were different. “Perfect,” he agreed, and stepped away from the mirror. Away from William. Away from the feelings he let fester. “Let’s go party.”

[annie-quill]

I was inspired by @redheadbadger to revisit my WKM!MLP AU! Coming up with names was the hardest part of these, and I adore how they came out- might continue with a few more Modern faces if this does well 💖