I was nearly done with this before I realized that this was pretty much a redraw of the one I made almost exactly one year ago here. Every once in a while, it gets notes and I cringe because it is so bad. This though I’m much more proud of.
I have a speedpaint of this here!
Please do not edit or repost this without my permission.
Any tips or criticism will be greatly appreciated.
Dark didn't seem to hear them at first. (Your Name) let out a choked sob as he took a few steps away from the mirror.
"You... you were... Pregnant..?" Dark mumbled, looking up in disbelief. He thought They were going to say something like 'I love you', or hell even 'I had feelings for someone else and didn't what it to get out', not this, "whose.. whose is.. Whose is it?"
(Your Name) stayed quiet for a few minutes, they didn't look up, they didn't make a sound. They just wrapped their arms around their stomach. Dark closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He set his hand on the glass once more, (Your Name) nodded and raised her head.
"I... I think it was yours-but I never was sure."
"Because of your last lover, the one that left you before you came to me" He added, watching them nod and look away, "How long had you known?"
"A few months... I had missed my cycle, and I didn't want to worry you with it-you had so much on your plate, and I didn't want to make it worse" They rushed out, now feeling more nervous than angry. (Your Name) had promised themself that after that night, after they had all gone home, they would tell Damien.
"Darling-I need to ask you something, very important, and you have to look me in the eyes" Dark said, standing up straighter. (Your Name) nodded.
"Go right ahead"
"My little Monster, I left you because I believed that you were gone-that you had passed to the other side, but now that I know you are here, I do not want to let you go-not again, so I'm asking you, If you'll allow me, to move the mirror, your prison, into my home, so I can get you your own body"
"I.." (Your Name) stopped, this was the man they man they were supposed to hate, but with what hes said, and the way hes said it.. (Your Name) in her foggy mind of desperate loneliness-accepted, "I'll allow you, Dark."
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"Wilford? A little assistance, if you pl-Ah, Google, actually you would be more trustworthy for this task-help me move this mirror out of the house please" Dark motioned to the now-empty mirror. Dark had instructed (Your Name) to hide themself away, hiding just out of sight for the both of them.
(Your Name) sat quietly, feeling the mirror being picked up and moved. So thats what the sober friends name was-Google. What an odd name.
"Dark- I apologize for this, but why are we moving an antique into your office? we would be much better off if we were to sell in" Google said, setting the mirror down, reflective side out, by the car.
"Don't you DARE sell me" (Your Name) called out, poking their head into view. Google jumped and looked around, and finally he looked at (Your Name), who now had a pissed expression, "You sell me, and I shall make sure you suffer, you hear me?"
"Oh, What are you going to do? touch me? I believe that you're stuck in a mirror"
"I swear to god as soon as I get outta here"
"Both of you calm down! We are taking ms (Your Name) to my office for reasons you are not permitted to know. No more questions, Google, no more comments either. As for you, (Your Name), please do try on not making enemys with my allys." Dark broke the argument as quickly as it started. (Your Name) slinked back into her mirror, sulking and mumbling insults, while Google sat silently, angry, in the passengers sea of the car, already prepared to leave.
(Your Name) felt a pang of uneasyness as Dark started the car, and pulled away from the house, her prison leaving the empty corridor, the empty house. She didn't stop feeling empty, a little overwelmed if anything, but still felt empty.
Wilford sat in the back next to her, holding onto the frame making sure the mirror doesn't move around to much. It felt as if they were free of one prison, but to be returned to another. They felt trapped still. Trapped in their mind, trapped in the mirror, trapped in that black machine, which Wil had explained was a 'Car', and 'SUV' to be specific.
And they sure as hell knew they would be trapped in Darks office
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I drew this for @reverseblackholeofwords a little bit ago, and I really wanted to make sure that people saw all the cool little bits I included, mostly because I am the type of person that needs that type of validation, and I couldn't do it when I originally submitted it because it was way too long.
So I'm doing it now. Because no one can stop me. Because this is my blog that I'm only just now doing things with.
First up is Dr. Iplier:
When drawing him, I thought to myself, what will make gentle, kind, everybody's-dad Doc seem menacing. Besides, of course, "I'm sorry, you're dying." And what I came up with was crazy obsessive scribbling of his catchphrase: "I know what's best" (also, the reference I used for his face is from the moment in Markiplier TV when Wil says that he knows what's best, and Doc growls at him)
Next came Green. It took a while to figure out what he was going to be doing, and for a while, the plan was to just have him be standing there. But then I rewatched the original Google IRL sketch and remembered that in one of the endings Google asks Mathias to grant him Full Autonomy. In retrospect, I kind of wish I'd gone with "Admin Privileges" instead, but oh well.
Red was easy, because he is an angry bean. Right at the end, however, I got the idea to add in a loading bar that says “Initiating Secondary Objective” which I thought would be fairly menacing, and I’m super proud of how it turned out.
Also, all 3 Googles have glowing eyes and I love them.
Anti wasn’t difficult either, at least not in the planning phase. When I first started coloring him in I had to adjust the Mark-Ego’s skin tone because they all looked Mexican in comparison next to his pasty white Irish-glitch-demon skin. Not that you could tell once I added the static.
My favorite part of Anti is the fact that he is also wearing a Google shirt, but not one like his brothers. Where theirs all have the weird glowy effect that I assume comes from their core or something, his is just your average glow-in-the-dark green shirt print, and it’s proportionally smaller. He’s also holding his knife backwards because for some reason that’s how Jack did it in the videos...
I knew I wanted to include Darkiplier when I started this after reading the way Ollie bonded with him over the paper cranes, and when that came back up later in the stories it just kind of reaffirmed that conviction. Obviously, he had to be holding one. I wanted to include more cranes, and the plan was to put a few at Ollie’s feet, and I still wish I had, but I forgot at the last minute. I will say this, however. I hate his face. It looks dumb. Also, the 3D effect is hard when you don’t know what you’re doing.
(Depressingly enough, the reference I used for him was actually one of Mayor Damian standing at the top of the stairs waiting to greet you the morning after the party...)
While I went through and cropped all the bits I wanted to talk about I stumbled across this filter and realized that this was way more accurate to how I had actually wanted the picture to turn out. A bit darker, more gritty, not so bright except for around the literal ball of sunshine that is the light source for this picture. Oh well.
Holy butt, this is disgustingly long. This is why I didn’t do this the first time.
