Markiplier Wilford - Tumblr Posts
yes i referenced a base for some parts. but yea im on the left--
“Someone with anxiety falls in love with someone extremely adventurous.” Writing Prompt
Pairing: Eric Derekson x Gender-Neutral! (leaning towards female) Adventurous! Reader Requested: Nah
This was unexpected to say the least. . . . Eric nervously adjusted his rounded glasses, clearing his throat. He knew how low the chances of getting together with you was. You were so adventurous and out there. You spoke your mind and aren’t afraid of everyone. Eric, however, was shy and so introverted to the point he sometimes feared your loud and happy personality. The chances of you liking him were low in his mind. You carefully walked on the rocks by the river, a large grin on your face as Eric walked on the ground next to. Neither of you wanted him to walk on the walks with you, but for different reasons. You were afraid it’d mess up his prosthetics or he’d fall and get hurt, Eric was afraid of falling and embarrassing himself. You liked Eric a lot, he was nice to hang around and you found him pretty cute. He sometimes coward away from you, though, which understandable upset you. Have you done something wrong? Or was he afraid of you? You didn’t know and didn’t bother asking, afraid of the answer. “Um, (Y/N) is, is, that s-safe? Not, not judging you, o-of course!” Eric fumbled with his yellow cloth for a moment, he didn’t want to seem like he was judging you or your actions. He was just afraid of you falling in the river, the water was flowing awfully quickly after all. You giggled at him. He was always so cautious and sweet. You truly did love the boy.
“I’ll be fine, Eri! Don’t worry, I’m being more careful than usual!” You defended your action. You knew the consequences of falling into the river was nothing TOO BAD, after all you’ve fallen in before. You broke your arm and got a stern talking to from Dr. Iplier. And then, after leaving the clinic, Dark too. You knew they were just trying to protect you but god, can’t the Ipliers act like parents sometimes. Except for Wilford, he encouraged your behavior.
You noticed Eric still looked nervous and sighed softly. As much as you loved him, he could be overly tense. You couldn’t blame him, though. You knew he was just afraid of you facing the same fate as his brothers and mother. You always felt so saddened thinking about his past or the way his dad had treated him. You hated how Derek still was allowed to live with the other egos. You teased the idea of killing him multiple times, but never attempted knowing how much Eric cared about him. Derek was his only family left after all.
“Hey, Eric?” you asked, glancing over at him as you stopped walking. He flinched harshly, afraid you were upset with him by the seriousness in your voice. “Y-yes, (Y/N)?” He was shaking like a leaf, his hands twisting in his yellow cloth as he dared look you in the eyes. Eric had always become afraid when someone spoke seriously. You were no different. You looked behind you, across the river, before looking back at Eric. “Are you scared of me?” You looked distressed, your eyebrows furrowed with a small frown on your face. He hated seeing you upset. “I. . . no, no, no, no! Not at all! It’s um it’s just. . . it’s just sometimes your um actions w-worry me and and and I get concerned f-for your safety. A-a-and I always get get um get scared when someone t-talks in in a serious t-tone towards t-towards me,” he told the truth, his hands squeezing and twisting his cloth. He didn’t want to upset you in anyway. You stepped off the rocks and stood in front of the shaky boy before reaching out and hugging him. He tensed for a second before hesitatingly hugging you back. He enjoyed being this close, he really did, but he was afraid of somehow making you upset or hurting you (which would never happen). “You know I really care about you, right Eric?” you spoke softly into his chest. He flushed, blushing up to his ears. He hesitated before nodding. Much to his disappointment, you pulled away, looking up at him. You had a soft blush on your face that made you look absolutely adorable. You leaned up, giving a soft peck on the cheek. His entire face went bright and he hid his face in his hands, not believing that you had just done that. You giggled.“Come on! Let’s go back and get some ice cream!”
i need some ask pls send them plss
Wilford Warfstache x Mirror Demon! S/O Headcanons
(Mirror Demons are my own subspecies of ghosts. They have to be tricked into taking someone else's spot inside a mirror. In this case, S/O is the DA. Mirror Demons have skin shattered glass in any injuries, and their inside is just mirrors. They don't have organs or blood.. DA has shattered skin on his left eye, back, and stomach. Mirror Demons eyes are mirrors.They can travel in any reflective surface and disappear by their own freewill.)
The minute you get out of that mirror, you're on the prowl.
You wanted to find William. You wanted him dead.
Keyword: Wanted.
When you found him, and you realized that he could barely remember 7 minutes ago, everything changed.
Now, all you wanted was for him to remember.
To remember Mark, Damien, the party, to remember shooting you.
To remember you at all.
You met back up in a club he was dancing at.
You decided to approach him in his dressing room. Being a mirror demon needing to get into a narcissistic psychopath was super easy, all you had to do was travel into his mirror.
To say he was confused when he looked in the mirror and saw you instead of his own reflection was an understatement.
At first, you just thought he was playing dumb. Running from his own mistakes.
But when he began to attempt to guess your name, you realized that he couldn't remember you.
Couldn't remember what he did to you. What he did to everyone else.
So you stuck around.
Doing everything in your ability to make him remember.
It never worked.
Until you came out of the mirror one day.
You never came out of the mirror in front of him, always talking to him through reflective surfaces.
But when you did, it all came back to haunt him. He couldn't see the cracks on your stomach before.
However, the tear in your shirt allowed him to see all the cracking. To see his reflection, looking at him from his past mistakes.
He'd immediately say your name and start acting like you guys are true friends.
You were true friends.
And then he shot you.
You left and didn't come back for a few weeks and Wilford thought you would never come back.
And so, the cycle of Wilford forgetting you and you doing your damndest to get him to remember, started back again.
Proper art of the Warfstache animatronic
Your favourite markiplier ego 👀
Wilford! and the author, but yeah! I actually used to run a blog about my au versions of those two and more egos, wrote stories etc! It was fun but i’d get nobody interacting much so I quit, but I miss my boys.
Something about this choice is familiar, can’t put my finger on it
I did this drawing long ago. It was drawn with colored pencils. I remember sharing it during one of the 12-hour-long charity livestreams using the hashtag. I was happy to share it because it was one of the first drawings that I was really proud of, and Warfstache is one of my favorites.
Fight the apocalypse!
Darkiplier and Warfstache are trapped in a world where aliens have conquered everything and have turned everyone into zombie-like creatures. The dynamic duo must find the way to stop the threat, but first... Let's have a martini.
I had so much fun drawing this. I had an old sketch of Darkiplier and Warfstache and I wanted to make it into a poster or comic book cover.
daily doodles (29) he got otterpops for everyone! actually... they're all for him.
Markiplier Egos + Detective Abe and Avery(DA)
I made another rp account.
@ask-darkstache-kids
🎶I always feel like, somebody's watching me🎶
Having a good day? No? Yes? Have my Colonels.
(Please take them, they are taking up all the room in my closet)
https://open.spotify.com/user/31o42vs4emr5675abxkxmf3kb3s4?si=6xjILnZwShqDRH03kem25g
I make Iplier Ego playlist, including ship playlists.
Since you say requests are open and you want some 🤭
I haven’t seen a Wilford one from you in your masterlist, so! (If you were comfortable with it!) something where Wilford confesses to a gn reader. Where Wilford asked them out, but the reader thinks it’s a friendly outing but when Wilford asks them to date him, they fully realize the situation and get flustered!
Keep putting out stories, you’ve got this and I’m proud of you Andrew! ☺️
Confession (Wilford Warfstache x GN! Reader)
OOOO I'VE BEEN DYING TO WRITE FOR WILFORD!! ALSO TYSM FOR YOUR KIND WORDS LJ THEY MEANS LOTS TO ME!! <333
The clock on the wall of your office was ticking away as you typed on the computer. You still had a long way to go before your shift ended, But it wasn't like you had much outside of work in the first place considering you lived by yourself. You started typing again, but you were interrupted by a hand being put on your shoulder, which startled you and caused you to fall off your chair. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry my dear. Are you alright?" a familiar voice asked, reaching a hand out towards you. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you met Wilfords gaze. He smiled charmingly as he helped you up. "I'm fine, thank you, Wil." You said, quickly looking to the ground. "Good! I can't have my future lover- I mean.. very good friend being injured!" He stated, brushing some floor dirt of your shoulders. "Did you need anything?" You asked him, sitting back down on your chair. "Oh yes! Would you meet me in my office in about..30 minutes? I have something of utmost importance to discuss with you." He responded, straightening his bowtie. Before you could agree, he was gone and there was a sucker on your desk of your favourite flavour. You pondered on why Wilford might want to meet you in his office, He was very unpredictable so really it could be anything from a trap to kill you or wanting your help with something.
30 minutes had passed and you walked into Wilfords office, taking in the scenery. It was like walking into a parallel dimension where everything was vomited on by pastels and a rainbow. The only thing that really stuck out in the room was the blob of void which was Wilfords cat. The cat perked up and ran over to you, rubbing herself up against your legs happily. You felt oddly compelled to pet this cat, so you did. The cat purred and meowed in response, continuing to rub her fur all over your clothes. "Thank you, I appreciate the gesture." You told the cat, your tone dripping with sarcasm. Wilford appeared and picked up the cat, smiling at your presence. "Oh you came! I'm very glad." He spoke eagerly as he set the cat atop the cat tree in the room. "Now, we have much to discuss. Have a seat!" He said, ushering you towards the empty chair on the opposite side of his desk. "So, why did you want me here?" You asked, a hint of fear in your tone. "I wanted to know if you'd perhaps be interested in dinner with me tonight? My treat of course." He said, smiling like the gentleman he was. "Oh sure! I'd love to. I always enjoy it when my friends ask to hang out!" You said, smiling. Wilfords smile faltered for a moment. "..Right, yes..̷f̷̷r̷̷i̷̷e̷̷n̷̷d̷̷s̷...." You could've sworn his eye twitched. "Well then my dear, you should be finishing up your work. I wouldn't want to keep you from it." He said, waving his hand at you dismissively. You exited the office, closing the door behind you.
Wil turned around in his chair as he twirled his mustache. "I must wow them with something grand. Something that'll surely sweep them off their feet." He thought long and hard, but his legs started cramping. He went to get up but he felt a fluffy mass in his lap. He looked down and found his cat sitting there. "Hm. Well, that's a problem." He stated while petting the cat.
A few hours later, you entered the restaurant and gaped at how marvelous it was. You felt incredibly out of place as a hostess guided you to where Wilford sat. He looked absolutely gorgeous, wearing a wonderful crisp suit and pink tie, he held something behind his back but you couldn't make out what it was exactly. He smiled brightly as he saw you. "You made it! Have a seat!" You did as told, sitting in front of him. "I've been meaning to tell you something, very very important..But it may damage our friendship.." He hesitated for a moment. "Whatever you tell me, I'm sure it won't damage anything about our friendship. You're my best friend Wiford and you always will be, no matter what." Wilford sighed. "I am going to cut straight to the point. I am madly in love with you and I'd very much like it if you'd become my lover." He quickly said, placing a bouquet pink roses between the 2 of you. Your cheeks flushed a shade of red you never thought existed. "Y-You like me? W-Wil..I..I feel the same.." You sputtered out, your face only getting hotter. Oh god, you felt like you were about to pass out from excitement. Wilford smiled. "I love you, so very much sugarplum."
"I love you too, Wil.."
Art dump ✨️ 🏳️🌈🎨
this is an older drawing from a year ago but its my only finished one rn so @the-ideal-iplier enjoy I guess my Wilford design
Imagine if Mark accidentally somehow fucking up so badly that he just like ends up in that meeting office in ‘Markiplier T.V’ and decided to roll with it and pretend to be Wilford until the actual Wilford comes back and he just like mark buddio what the fuck?
slightly late but
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DARKIPLIER!!!!! 🎉
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