#daddy dark

[little-boii-blue]

*appearing out of nowhere in Ethan's room*

🅳🅸🅳 🆈🅾🆄 🅱🅸🆃🅴 🅼🅸🅽🆇'🆂 🅱🆁🅴🅰🆂🆃🆂?

*probably some ape just hanging out in his room when Mark suddenly arrives*

*But Not Mark*

H-HOLY! -jumping out of skin and back to human-

...Y..yes?

[snowdxve]

What if

Part 3: A Force To Be Reckoned With

Wilford Warfstache x Reader

Warning: Mature Language, Injury, Assualt, Attenpted Murder

< Part 2

A/N: This was fun to write, I have more ideas for the next few parts. I hope you enjoy.

Tags: @calamity-on-cassette

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Your eyes widen at the man that hovered over you. You twisted your body and grab the other edge of the bed in an attempt to pull yourself away from the man, you hear a loud pop from your ankle as the man’s grip tightens around it. Pain ripples through your body, causing you to let out a yelp of pain. He gave out an irritated growl as he covers your mouth with his large rough hand. “No screaming.” He whispers into your ear as he wrenches your hands-free from the microfibre mattress. The man, who was much taller than you dragged you back into a side room, pushing you onto the ground with a heavy sigh. “Wilford isn’t the brightest man of the bunch. He put you right in my old room,” he chuckles as he walks into the room and closes the door. This room was no bigger than a bathroom or a kid’s bedroom; its walls were sunshine yellow with a few pictures on each wall. Some were pictures of a woman with three men, another was three men, and then there was one of a man who looked almost identical to Wilford. You narrow your eyes as you crawl across the ground to the painting. “So, my dear, this is what is going to happen. You’re going to stay here and you’re going to listen to me and to me only. Wilford took everything from me, so now I'm going to take something that’s precious to him.” The man lifts her chin as he pulls a chair from the corner of the room.

“Who is he? Why does he look so much like Wilford?” You turn to the man as she push yourself up from the ground, “oh? That man? Sweetie, that not Wilford. That’s a deadman who lost everything because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.” The man’s voice got angrier as he nears the end of his sentence. At the end of his sentence, the man stands and throws the chair, causing it to shatter against the wall. You flinch, putting your hands over your head. You look up at the man. He was staring right at the painting with hatred fuming in his gaze, “William J. Barnum. Aka Wilford ‘Motherloving’ Warfstache. This is who Wilford used to be; that bastard should be dead.” The man snarls. You stand slowly, “that’s Wilford?” You mutter in surprise. “He looks so formal.” You mumble before spinning around and jabbing your finger into the man’s chest, “Oh yeah! Who the hell are you?” You snap as you place your hands on your hips.

The man bows with one hand behind his back and the other over his stomach. “Just call me, Mark.” He says with a small wink. You cringe a bit before hugging yourself. “I don’t think I can do anything bad to Wilford, Mark.” You slide your hands into the pockets as your e/c eyes glance at the door multiple times, making sure you could make a swift exit if need be. “Oh, you won’t be doing anything bad. I promise. Dear.” Mark assures as he caresses your cheek and pulls you towards him. “He’ll come looking for you and when he does, we will play a little prank on him, okay?” Mark assures with a sweet smile. You slowly nod as you watch Mark’s movements carefully. “Uhm, sure. I don’t see why not.” You didn’t have a good feeling about Mark; you try putting weight on your ankle but there was no way you were going to be able to stand the pain. Actor had purposely twisted your ankle and it hurt like hell to walk. There was no way you were going to be able to run if you needed to. “What are we going to do? What do I do?” You ask as Mark draws you in and pulls out a knife; a large grin on his face. “Just play along,” Mark whispers into your ear. You were not going to play along before Mark could put another hand on you; you ran out of the room. You stumble as pain shoots through your ankle and throughout your body. “WILFORD!” You scream as you scramble into the hall, nearly running into the wall. You put your hands up on the wall in an attempt to pull yourself on your feet. “Wilford!” You call out desperately.

Mark wasn’t far behind you as soon as you fell he reaches down and grabs your h/l h/s h/c hair, yanking you up to your feet as he places the cold sharp blade to your exposed neck. “Say one more thing and you’ll be gasping for air.” Mark snarls into your ear as Wilford runs out of the room; he was frozen in place. His cocoa brown eyes focused on the crimson robed man. “Actor, let her go! Y/N has nothing to do with our feud!” Wilford says as calmly as he could; he couldn’t seem to process the situation that was unfolding before him. “What do you want?” Wilford puts his hand out as you whimper, grabbing at Actor’s hand. “Please, please. Don’t kill me.” You beg as you close your eyes tightly. Wilford looks at you then at Actor. “Hey, Y/N, look at me,” Wilford says with a soft smile. “It’s going to be alright. Just focus on me.”

You open your eyes as you sniffle, hot tears race down your cheeks. “Wilford, I don’t want to die.” You whimper out to the rose pink-haired man. Wilford shakes his head and chuckles, “you’re not going to die, Darling. Trust me.” He chuckles as he takes his magnum out of his waistband and sets it on the ornamental carpet. Wilford lifts his hands in surrender, “You got me, Actor.” Wilford says simply before a small smirk forms on his lips. “What’s so funny?!” Actor snaps before he hears the scrapping of metal against metal. The knife rolls up on itself causing Actor to let go You. You stumble to Wilford, wrapping your arms around the bright man tightly. Your body shakes gently in his hold as you bury your head into the crook of his neck. Wilford rubs your back in circles as he soothes you. “Everything is okay.” He whispers. He watches Actor stare at the entity whose coal-black eyes were just as full of hatred as Actor’s. “What do you think you are doing in my home?” The mixtures of blue and red illuminated the room as the entity took a step towards Actor.

Actor looks up at the entity, “is it wrong to come and say hi to an old friend?” Actor chuckles out. He earns a growl from the entity, “You have ten seconds to get out of my sight before I decide to kill you.” The entity snarls, but Actor didn’t need 10 seconds. He was already gone. You broke from Wilford, sniffling and rubbing your eyes as he pats your head with a light-hearted smile turning up his cheeks. The entity walks towards you placing his ash gray hand on your shoulder. “Are you alright, m’lady?” The distorted voice of the entity questions in a friendly manner. You jump a bit, taking a large step away and running right into Wilford’s chest. “Ah, oh, yes. I’m fine! No worries!” You assure the entity. Wilford smiles as he rubs your shoulders gently, “Y/n, This is Darkiplier. We all refer to him as Dark. He, kinda, runs this place.” Wilford chuckles nervously. You examine Dark; He was nicely dressed in a suit and tight, ash gray skin, coal-black eye and an outline like a 3D effect. “It is nice to meet you, sir.” You say with a small nod, earning nothing more than a curt nod.

Wilford gives you a big smile and two thumbs up, “I think he likes you!” Wilford says brightly as you frown a bit and yawn. “Will, I didn’t even get to nap and after all that I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep alone.” You mumble as you bite your nails nervously. “If you wanted to sleep with me you could’ve just asked!” Wilford chuckles, “No! Will gross!” You cringe with a shake of your hands as if you had just touched something slimy. “Whaat? Get your mind out of the gutter! I didn’t mean it like that.” Wilford retorts as he smirks a little. “Are you going to admit that you’re scared?” He asks as he leans towards you. You push his face away only to full-on, lick your palm. “NO! Wilford, you nasty bastard!” You lunge at him to wipe the saliva back on him, but Wilford jumps out of the way. He runs down the corridor into your room with you following closely at his heels. Once you caught up the pink man you wipe whatever saliva, that hadn’t dried out, onto the man’s face.

“Okay, okay. I guess I deserve that.” Wilford chuckles as he flops onto the bed next to You, glancing at you with a soft smile on his face. His eyes didn’t leave you, making you a bit uncomfortable. “You know, it’s not nice to stare.” You crawl further into the bed and pull the satin sheet over your shoulder. Wilford chuckles as he crawls up next to you, pulling the blanket over himself. You stop a moment and turn to face the man next to you. “Will, what exactly is he? It sounds like he is more than one person, but he’s just,,, different. It’s unreal.” You prop yourself up on your elbow as Wilford turns to face you. “Dark is an entity, not a person. If I’m completely honest I can’t tell if he’s the owner of hot topic or if he’s serious about his attire.” Wilford chuckles as he runs his fingers through his fluffy rose pink hair. You laugh at the insult, you could imagine the gray entity sitting at a desk with a beanie on and ripped jeans. The thought made you laugh a bit harder, falling onto your back as you wipe your eyes.

“Well, that’s an image I won’t be able to get out of my head.” You giggle as you turn to Wilford who was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling with a soft smile on his face which slowly fades as he turns to face you. “What did he want from you?” Wilford stares at you, something was different. Instead of the big goofy grin the man wore, a serious expression plastered his face. This wasn’t the goofy man speaking to you previously. You sigh a moment as the atmosphere grows heavy around you, “he acted as if I were a child, telling me we were going to play a prank on you. I’m not naive but he kept saying he was going to take something away from you because you took something away from him.” You were reminded of the picture in the spare bedroom. Wilford put his finger to his chin as he puckers his lips dramatically. “Hmm, well-” “Hold on!” You swing out of the bed, forgetting about your injured ankle, and place both feet heavily on the ground. You quickly retreat back into the bed, pulling your leg to your chest as you clench your teeth in pain. “Son of a bitch.” You hiss out. “Are you-” “I’m fine, Wilford.” You put her hand up as you slowly stand from the bed, being careful not to put weight on your weak ankle.

You limp through the room into the spare room where you find the picture of William Barnum hanging on the wall. You pull the image from the wall, running your thumbs over the dusty cracked glass. You limp out of the room with a small smile on your face, Wilford looked quite charming in the picture; you couldn’t have guessed the man was ever formal with his present behavior.

You sit on your side of the bed and hand the picture to Wilford. Wilford stares at the image for a long while a small genuine smile turns up his lips a moment. The subtle look on Wilford’s face made you peek over his shoulder at the picture. “William J. Barnum, who was he? Where did that man go?” Wilford breaks from his thoughts and turns to you with a nervous chuckle. “We don’t talk about that man, It’s best to let the dead stay dead.” Wilford sets the picture on the mahogany nightstand. You back away and rest your back against the bed frame. “Wilford, Actor told me who that man was.” You whisper. “Don’t listen to that dreadful man. There is a reason Dark hates that man, and frankly, I can’t believe that man has the nerve to talk to Dark. Dark is truly a force to be reckoned with.” Wilford mutters, “He can control things unlike any other. He can command a whole room with a simple wave of his hand.” Wilford laughs a bit, “I’m surprised he hasn’t tried to kill me yet.” He laughs as he looks towards the curtains that had been drawn over the windows.

“Wilford, what did you take from Actor? Who did you take from Actor?” You press curiously. “I thought you were tired, Madam. That man is bonkers. Don’t worry, It’s not right to go digging into other’s business you might just get yourself into trouble.” Wilford mutter as he lays down, pulling the blanket over his shoulder. You look at Wilford before sliding down under the covers. You pull the satin blankets over your chest and stare up at the ceiling. Your mind would not stop going back to the unanswered questions. What was Wilford avoiding? What did he steal? A precious jewel? It had to of been something of importance for Actor to consider murder. Why did Wilford change his name and his appearance? Was he running from someone? Who was he running from if he was?

When you finally manage to push the questions from your mind; you drift into a deep sleep. Everything goes black around you a faint blue and red illumination coming from a corner of the area. You squint in an attempt to get a better look at who it could’ve been. “I am sorry to disturb your sleep, Miss.” The all too familiar layered voice asks. You watch as the entity steps into view; he stood with his back straight and his hands place formally behind his back. “I must apologize for Actor’s behavior; you should not have been put in such danger but it is your fault for not leaving. You should not be here.” Dark says coldly. You stare at Dark in disbelief, “my fault?!” You point to yourself with a look of shock. “How in the bloody hell is it my fault?! Whoever pissed that man off it sure as hell wasn’t me! Do you care to explain what the hell you are?! Or who the hell Wilford even is?!” You snap at the entity. Dark’s body glitches a moment causing an angry scream to echo throughout the void. “Do not raise your tone with me! It is not your place, and you have no right. You are a guest, a guest that a babbling idiot has brought here.” You flinch a bit as you stare up at the entity. “What I am, and who I am is none of your concern. You will leave and you will not return, am I understood?” “Where do I go? Wilford said I could stay here until everything settled down! I’m not leaving!” You protest. You were wearing Dark’s patience thin and there wasn’t a lot of that patience in the entity to begin with.

The entity seemed to grow, towering over your small body. He grabs the collar of your sweatshirt and lifts you into the air. “Do not argue with me, you will leave as soon as you awake! No goodbyes! We are not a hideout for criminals! If you are in trouble that is not our problem! Find your own goddamn safe spot.” The entity snarls before dropping you and straightening out his tux. You scramble to your feet, staring up at the entity in fear. “You leave without a trace; no notes. No apologies, no goodbyes, You never existed here.” The blue and red light fades away as does the entity. You stood in the void for only a moment before you were thrown rudely out of the void.

You set up quickly, taking a deep breath and looking around. The room was much darker than it had been previously. It was dark outside with the moon casting a ray of light through the crack in the curtains. How long had you been asleep? You could hear Wilford snoring quietly next to you; You wanted to shake him awake but that was against Dark’s orders. You slowly creep to the end of the bed, glancing at Wilford several times in case he wakes up. Luckily, the man stays put with little to no movement. You step onto the wooden floors quietly stopping abruptly when the floorboard creeks loudly under your foot. You glance back at Wilford. No movement. You let out a heavy sigh that you didn’t know you had been holding in as you limp across the room to the door but a stop a moment. Dark said not to leave a trace that you were here, so what’s wrong with stealing a little souvenir to remember your stay? You limp back to Wilford’s side of the bed where the picture of William Barnum was face down. Your e/c eyes flick back forth between the picture and Wilford as you open the back of the picture frame.

You freeze up as you feel a hand wrapping firmly around your wrist. “What are you doing up?” Wilford asks firmly as he tightens his grip on your wrist.

[love-bucky-3000]

am i crazy or is thiS FUCKING DARK??? MARK NOW IM SCARED

@markiplier why you do this to me?

[markipwiwer]

Dark: Aren't you a little old for this bracelet business?

Yan: Aren’t you a little old to be alive?

[marsupials-of-mars]

SOMEONE got blood on his jacket...

(if you’re having too much fun drawing shirtless guys clap your hands *clap clap*)

[superiormckay]

A wild Darkiplier has appeared!

Daddy Dark used patticake on Man Child Mark!

....

It was SUPER EFFECTIVE!

[constantinehellblazer]

Pictures from Constantine 1x01 and Legends of Tomorrow 3x10.

I actually have to say that I was quite underwhelmed and disappointed by Constantine’s appearance in this most recent episode of Legends of Tomorrow. This was especially because I’d low-key been reading interviews where claims that more spells and occult stuff would be used in the episode.

What I noticed was that pretty much nearly all the occult stuff were re-used from a small number of Constantine episodes (basic Latin exorcism spell, spell to banish Furficer in Constantine 1x01 etc.). The biggest disappointment, however, was the lazy writing.

Constantine said in LoT 3x10 of that particular custom sigil he’d come up with. It consists the Triangle of Solmon, the Elder Futhark Runes, and the Seal of Furcifer. (I’m linking to a post on the other blog I run which collected the occult stuff used in Constantine and Vertigo’s Hellblazer)

Now, the inclusion of the Triangle and the Runes was understandable. But the seal? It is supposed to be representative of a specific demon - Furcifer - so why should it work on Mallus? 

[marki-trash-blog]

Would the other egos be protective of Dark's or Wilford's little s/o when they aren't around?

Heck yeah they’d be, if Wilford/Dark isn’t around the others still probably know of their s/o, and they know better than to let anyone lay a finger on them. They’ll watch over them and make sure they don’t get into too much trouble, although it’s quite rare for either of those two to leave their s/o. If they did have to leave they would probably tell one of the others and re-instate the fact that no one should hurt a single inch of their s/o.