Okay But Dark And Will Reacting To Tyler In Our Universe???

Ya girl got her WKM shirt in the mail today. Surprise! It’s my face. :)

(feat. my bed, my various posters, and my Markiplier Pjorts)

At times I actually forgot that the colonel, Damien and dark were different people he played them so well and so clearly

Right? Mark did such a good job separating the characters and their little quirks and mannerisms that you forget they’re all the same person, even though they all have the same face.

Mini Theory/Observation

So we all know Mark’s profile pictures have been blacking out, right? And today, we lost YouTube to the darkness.

But some eagle eyed fans decided to investigate this pic, and they found:

That there’s a face, and in some of the better image brightening/inversions, people noticed

That face is this image. Mark’s old profile picture, from his original channel.

So what’s the significance here? I can only guess that it means that we’re going to see something/someone that’s classically Mark. Maybe it’s another hint at old horror games being the theme, like in the latest photo.

‘I didn’t kill him.’

It’s nice to see the community come together, especially when it’s to dunk on Mark for breaking his fucking bones again.

Part of me wants to rewatch t cause I was on cold and flu medication when I first watched it so it’s all a bit foggy but part of me is to worried about how sad it’ll be (It started snowing again! I got caught in it walking home and it looks like I dyed white streaks in my hair)

(aaahhh!!! I wish it would snow here, that sounds awesome!!!)

Dude it’s sad as hell but amazing. Honestly, and you’ve gotta watch the jims videos with it as well, makes it 10x better.

Do You Trust Me? Epilogue.

“And I will see all you dudes...IN THE NEXT VIDEO!”

You laughed as the outro music started playing, dropping your arms and rubbing your throat. How does Jack do that every day? God, his vocal cords must hate him. Flicking through the comments, it made you grin to see so many people chatting about the game, a few people yelling the catchphrases. There were even a few good puns this time, that was nice. You were staying for the outro clip again, lately having gotten into the habit of staying just a little longer, out of some slightly silly hope. You commented on every video now, sliding subtle references to your adventures into every one, hoping that Jack would see it. Even if you knew you couldn’t reply, it was nice to think that Jack was in his room, seeing your words in the code and thinking of you fondly. “That was another good one, Jack. Though I must say, that shark’s getting the better of you. Your raft’s gonna need to step it up, man,” you rambled absently as you flicked to another tab to finish a fanfic you were writing. After all, that adventure was too good not to be told, wasn’t it? And you thought it might entertain Jack to see it written up. You wondered if he’d show Mark.

“Really now? Three stories of raft isn’t good enough for you?! It’s fantastic!”

You flicked back to the video so fast you almost closed it out by mistake. “Jack?” He grinned in surprise, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. “Hey!” You couldn’t help but smile back.

OH FUCK

I don’t think Darkiplier was trying to trick us in ADWM.

“Shoot him. Shoot him now, please. You do not have time. He needs to die. He is dark. He’s a bad influence. He takes over everything you’ve ever loved. Please shoot him RIGHT NOW. Don’t listen to him. He’s a liar. Please shoot him. He’s a bad man and does bad things to good people. You have to trust me.”

This is the exact text of what Darkiplier says to us at the end of “FREEDOM!” in ADWM.

You know what I noticed about this?

Not once does he claim to be Mark.

Also, there’s a reason the word “dark” isn’t capitalized. This is not Dark trying to trick us into thinking Mark is really Dark– this is him telling us what Mark’s really done.

And now we know what Mark has done, thanks to WKM.

“He needs to die” = Dark recognizing that he CAN die now that he’s out of the house.

“He takes over everything you’ve ever loved” = Mark taking over Damien’s body and life.

“Don’t listen to him, he’s a liar” = Dark warning us about Mark calling us ‘a close and trusted friend’.

“He’s a bad man and does bad things to good people” = the fact that Celine and Damien were torn apart, (Y/N) was pushed out and left behind, and the Colonel was subjected to madness, all because of Mark’s sinister plot.

This was not Dark trying to trick us.

This was Dark trying to stop Mark from making things worse.

This was Dark actually needing our help.

And you know what kills me the most about this?

The fact that Mark totally discredits any potential for goodness left inside of Dark… and we believe every word of it.

A Mask, My First (Phantom Oneshot)

A/N: Unusual, I know, but I felt inspired by my favorite Opera Ghost.

Rating: PG

Pairing: Phantom/Reader

"Is this what you wanted to see?!" the Phantom growled angrily at the girl sprawled on the floor, watching him. He barely glanced at her face as he tried to cover his own, the mask he'd been wearing having fallen to the floor when she'd pulled it from him. He turned away from her, falling to his knees. All of the fury went out of him at once, and was replaced by defeat. He was tired of this, this face he was trapped behind, this monster.

"What's your name?"

He turned slightly, confused. "What?"

"You must have one. A name, I mean," she said softly, standing and taking a few steps toward him. "And I can't just continue to call you Angel, knowing that you're a man."

He was silent for a moment, studying her through his fingers. She was watching him, not as you would watch a wounded animal, as he was expecting, but as if she really was going to come closer, and comfort him. But she never would...would she? She couldn't...could she?

He answered slowly. "Erik. My name is Erik."

It had been so long since he'd said it aloud.

"Erik." The name sounded nice on her tongue. She smiled a little, then bent and picked up the mask. He flinched, as if to take it from her, but she held up her hand and he stopped, watching, curious and...well, if he was honest, nervous.

She knelt beside him, and offered him the mask. He stared at it.

"If this will make you feel better," she said quietly, "then have it back, and wear it. But just so you know..." She touched his hand, and pulled it gently from his face.

He was too shocked to react other than to stare at her. She smiled again, fully this time.

"Erik, your face, your scars..." Her hand reached toward him, toward his face, and he pulled away harshly. She sighed and dropped it. "They don't scare me. Not at all."

He managed to take the mask shakily then, but instead of putting it back on, he simply studied it. The candlelight played against its contours in a way that made it seem more sinister than a simple white mask should be.

"I've worn this for so long," he muttered, "hidden, in shadows, for all of my life, because of this...thing, this face. I've spent so long in the dark."

Taking his hand she began to sing softly.

"No more talk of darkness

Forget these wide eyed fears

I'm here, nothing can harm you.

My words will warm and calm you."

Taking his hand, she stood, still singing.

"Let me be your freedom.

Let daylight dry your tears.

I'm here, with you, beside you

To guard you and to guide you."

He stood, meeting her, and started to sing as well.

"Say you'll love me every waking moment.

Turn my head with talk of summertime.

Say you need me with you now and always,

Promise me that all you say is true.

That's all I ask of you."

She smiled, and it was like sunshine, pulling him closer to her. Her hand came up again, and this time he managed to stay still, and not to flinch, though his eyes closed. He shuddered as she touched the scarred skin of his face, the broken places and misshapen bones. But she never flinched.

For the first time, in a very long time, he half smiled through the tear tracks on his cheeks.

Yeah like it’s one of the few times he actually starts to loose grip of his shell. Other times he’ll threaten to, but nobody had ever actually see him crack fully until that happened (Yeah snow was mad! My school got closed n stuff it was crazy!)

(that’s so awesome yessss)

And poor Wilf is just lost. I’m so sad.