Mark: You Know What's A Good Idea?

Choose your fighter

Oh Eric.

Wilford: (glares down at Eric) No one can be THAT innocent!

Eric: (stares up, sweating out of nervousness, clutching his handkerchief).

Dark: (sips coffee, reading the news paper) leave him be, Wil.

Wilford: say fuck.

Eric: uh uh um… fffff…frick! (Covers mouth with handkerchief out of shock) I-I’m sorry I cursed!

Dark: (looks up from news paper).

All egos: (stare in awe).

Wilford:… your adorable.

he protec. he attacc. but most importantly…. he love wilford warfstache

@markiplier: *turns his bedroom lights off to go to sleep*

the fandom:

And Waiting...

((Hey, so I got incredibly inspired by this post by @darkstachedaily and decided to hop aboard the angst train!))

Title: And Waiting…

Pairings: Darkiplier/Wilford Warfstache

Characters: Wilford Warfstache, Darkiplier, The Host, Bim Trimmer, Doctor Edward Iplier, Googleplier, Bingiplier (mentioned)

Warnings: Major character death, blood, someone gets shot

Description: What happens after you >SHOOT RIGHT in A Date with Markiplier? What happens to Wilford after you kill Dark?

“Darki! There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.”

Dark was sprawled on the dirty cobble in the small corner of town Wilford found him in. The all to familiar tang of blood hung in the air and it seeped into the cracks in the ground, running like a web out from the source; Dark.

Wilford tutted Dark in mock disappointment. “Well, looks like someone got a bit frisky!” Wilford sauntered up to Dark teasingly, taking his time with straightening his bowtie and the cuffs of his shirt. “I don’t have any competition, now do I?” Wilford had known Dark was going to go steal Mark’s date, they’d already had a huge (and frankly boring) discussion about it. Apparently Dark had been afraid Wilford would take it the wrong way (what Wilford did that made Dark think that, he has no idea). But Wilford trusts Dark. He does everything with a reason, and would never do anything to hurt Wilford. Ever.

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I…..love being called angel like…if you’ve ever called me angel i swear my knees have gone weak and i’ve written about it in my diary

Why does this have the same cursed feel of “Then perish”

Get sad

Past Pearl in A Single Pale Rose