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[whokilledwarfstache]

Dark: there's only one thing worse than death.

Dark: *pulls off piece over paper to reveal the words 'Wilfords Death'*

Google: *gasps* Wilford

Dark: no

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ITS REALLY QUICK AND REALLY BAD BUT MULLET MAN BUN BINGIPLIER! @dorkstache

[whokilledwarfstache]

proposals

a fic i wrote based on me and @dorkstache 's headcanons enjoy the fluff and take this as an apology for yesterday's angst

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will had been planning the night for months now. he remembered exactly the moment he knew he wanted to marry damien.

they had been laying in bed, will had woken up before him and he laid there, tracing patterns into damiens hand, watching as the sun shone down on his cheek, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest.

"i love you" william had whispered, although he knew damien couldn't hear him. it didn't matter, he knew.

he wanted this, he wanted this for the rest of his life.

so he had planned for months, bought a ring and everything. it had to be perfect. because damien was perfect, and he deserved nothing less.

it was hard for damien to find a free night ever since he had been elected mayor, so it was a big deal when they finally got a free night to go out on a date.

will had recreated their first official date, they went out to a restaurant and then went for a stroll in the park. he hoped that damien didn't notice the way his hands shook as they held hands.

"will, are you alright? you've been quiet." damien asks, so concerned, voice so caring and it makes williams heart melt because he still can't believe that damien is his, how in the world did he get so lucky?

"i love you." william began. damien chuckled nervously.

"i know...i love you too. william, what's going on?" he asked.

"i love you," william stated again. "i have loved you for as long as i can remember. you have been a constant reminder to me of all that is good in this world. i see your face and even in my darkest days think to myself, 'well damien loves me, so it can't be that bad, right?'" will is rambling but he doesn't care, he can't get the words out fast enough.

"i remember the first time i kissed you, it hadn't meant anything at the time but i remember that i couldn't stop thinking about it for weeks, and i remember our first date, how nervous you were and how hopelessly and utterly in love i had fallen. i have never felt the same way about someone that i feel about you. when i look back on my life i think i've always loved you, i just didn't know it yet."

by this point, damien had gotten wind of what was going on, his eyes had become teary and he reached a hand out to touch williams face.

"william-"

"no, no i'm not done, i need to finish, please-please let me finish." he says, damien laughs, a wet laugh and nods.

william gets down on one knee and pulls out the box, and damien is crying.

"damien, i love you." will says, choked up, needing to get the words out before emotion consumes him completely.

"will you-"

"yes!" damien yells, and will laughs.

"you have to let me ask you!" he laughs through his tears and damien apologizes, but not really because there will never be any answer other than yes, not for will.

"damien, will you marry-"

"yes! yes yes yes i will marry you william." damien is mumbling as he throws his arms around him, holding him close and crying softly into his shoulder because this is everything he's ever wanted in life and more.

william stands up, damien still clinging to him, and kisses damien, slipping the ring onto his finger. he takes his hand and kisses each of his fingers, holding them close to his heart.

"i love you." william says.

"and i love you." comes the reply.

and it was the truth.

[whokilledwarfstache]

origins

so this is a little fic about what happens literally MINUTES after wkm ends, i hope you enjoy!!

warnings: angst

the very first moment dark opened his eyes as dark he was consumed with anger, rage, vengeance.

he took his first steps, and could hear two very clear voices in his head, screaming at him, and he tried very, very hard to get the to shut up.

he walked through the house with a mission, and that mission was to take back what was his, to get revenge on mark.

he needed to get revenge, revenge was all that mattered, revenge, revenge revenge revenge reven-

"damien!" came a voice from behind him, ripping him out of his thoughts.

'will," he thought, how did he think that, he's never seen this man before in his life. it was will something, willfred, or wilford, of-

"WILL!" it's damien, inside his head, unable to be quiet. "LET ME OUT! LET ME TALK TO HIM! LET ME-"

"that was quite the joke you played on me, damien, you really had me worried for a bit there...really, really worried. i...i thought..." he trailed off, and dark was nearly doubling over in pain with the sounds of damien and celine screaming in his head.

he was a creature of fury, of hatred, of vengeance. he had no reason to feel pity for this pathetic...thing.

but he did.

he didn't have the heart to tell him he want his beloved damien, that he was merely a shell of what damien used to be.

hell, he didn't even think he had a heart.

"damien? say something." will said, talking a step closer and taking his hand.

"will, oh my wil" i'm so sorry. let me talk to him. please, oh please let me talk to him, he needs to know i'm here, he needs to know-"

the voice in his head was no longer screaming, just sad, oh so sad.

"i'm not-" dark began, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. succumbing to damien's desperate pleas, he gave in.

"i'm sorry, will." darks voice came out softer than he had expected it too.

"w-where's celine? she was in on it too, wasn't she? she-she...damien, oh god i thought you two were dead...i thought...i thought..." and then william is sinking to his knees and dark is there on the floor with him, holding him, feeling so much for this man that he doesn't even know but he does know him, technically, he knows everything about him.

william is sobbing, dark is holding him, unable to do anything else, and te two beings in his head are sobbing too.

"will i'm here, i'm right here i'm so sorry, it's not your fault. none of this is your fault, i love you william, i love you i love you." damien's voice is clear as a bell in darks head, and dark can't do a goddamn thing to shut him up.

"he loves you, will." dark mutters, and he's not sure if william hears him but he knows he can't just leave this man here, alone and unstable in this house, but he can't just take him back knowing what he knows.

"you were right, it was just a joke. it was all a joke." dark says suddenly, in attempts to get the man to calm down.

"it was all a joke, wilford." wilford, that was the mans name, right? his memory was foggy, he could remember things as if he had seen them in a movie. wilford sounded right.

"w-wilford?" he asked, looking up at him, and dark nodded.

"that's...that's your name, isn't it?" dark asked him, and it was as if a light switch had gone off in the mans head.

"of course...of course. m-my name is wilford. wilford." wilford said, standing up, and dark stood up with him.

"i'm darkiplier." dark said slowly.

"have we met?" wilford asks, and dark, somehow, is able to shut up the noise in his head.

"no. no, we've never met."

"oh. you just seen familiar, is all." wilford says. "say, what are we doing in this place?"

dark looks around. your body is gone, he could change the story right now, make it so that this man has no memory of what has happened.

"i...we got lost. we were in our way to home. come with me."

revenge could wait for another day, perhaps.

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sorry about the ending, i wasn't really sure how to end it lmao

tags: @dorkstache

[whokilledwarfstache]

william, upon learning what pansexuality is after years of confusion and sadness:

@dorkstache

[jackiesieks]

I decided to add a new spin to the cursed video @markiplier recently uploaded…

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But also, you're welcome. Feel free to reblog.