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Tiny Box Tims for all of @markiplier ‘s alter egos!
(Inspired by @monochromemedic ‘s post)
Please don’t mind the quality, as these are A) my first attempt at digital art, and B) I literally had no other options than to use MS Paint to make these. (Also I’m sorry Silver Shephard came out looking more like an alien than a super hero, whoops ^.^;) But despite all that, please enjoy and don’t repost without credit! I spent three days on these little guys and for my first try, I’m pretty proud :)
Thanks to Markiplier for always making videos that inspire me and brighten my day ^.^
Bonus: Tiny Box Sam
Something about this choice is familiar, can’t put my finger on it
Winged AU
Raven’s advice
Dark walked home to the house he shared with his, well friend to be honest. The Host, or Issac as he was better known was an interesting character both physically and personality wise. He was an radio host-cum-podcast creator who had a dry wit and sharp tongue. the only thing that hurt more than being hit by his cane was his insults, somehow creatively unique for each person.
Physically he was a few inches taller than dark, this infuriated the goshawk which normally made Issac chuckle. On his back where a pair of glossy black raven wings tucked tightly in, never used, not because they where clipped, the conspiracy revolution to got them rights to fly, claiming that they ate fruit and seeds too so they should be allowed to fly, but many protested. Issac was attacked by some teenagers with a knife when he was 16, causing him permanent blindness. This meant without help he was grounded.
Dark opened the door and heard the raven in his room just finishing recording a podcast. The podcasts and radio show where fairly popular with the grounded, as the Host interacted with them daily, finding relevant topics to them and their interests, hopes and dream, something many radio hosts failed to bring.
Dark walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass and filled it with water then taking a sip as he listened to the raven come down the stairs. He watched at the other man came through the door wearing a flannel and dark jeans.
“Dark” the mans soothing voice stated
“Host, how are you?”
“Good, but you sound off” the host’s head turned to the side in curiosity
Dark ignored the statement and continued drinking.
“Is it a good guess something happened?”
dark gave him a glare. Issac just smirked.
“i am right then, what was it,was it a-”
“Shut up Issac” Dark snapped grumpily, “I don’t ask about your personal life”
“That because you don’t care, i’m sure you would kill me if I talked about my love life with Edward” the man walked over to the fruit bowl and grabs a handful of grapes.
“If you are insinuating i like him your wrong” the goshawk frowned
“Hey, i wasn’t, don’t get your feathers in a ruffle. I was just saying if you-”
“I don’t” he snapped again
“IF you like them you should meet up with them, now I got a date with a handsome owl so I will be on my way” and with that he grabbed his beige trench coat and left to meet his boyfriend, a owl, Dr Edward Iplier, a pathologist who works with police to examine bodies from crime scenes.
Dark sighed after the raven left the room, and sat down at the table. How had a canary brought his day to such a halt?
The canary could really have anyone. He was a late time TV star after all. He was bright energetic and the complete opposite of him.
But opposites attract, right?
Hey go check this out. I should get something out in the next two weeks! Ask box is open so send me stuff cause im bored and want to talk to you people
The beginning
“Dark, I am afraid that I am unable to complete this task as my functions limit me.”
Dark heard googles words echo over in his head, displeased he may even need outside help for his goals. He straightened himself up once he heard movement from inside the house and next to him Wilford muttered an ‘about time.’
The door was opened by a man wearing a cap backwards, his hoodie was covered in hairs and his eyes had slight bags. Chase, if Dark remembered correctly.
“Come in,” Chase said sheepishly, “you can hand the umbrella up here…-”
“-Wilford.” The larger man offered.
“Yes, I’ll go and tell Marvin we have guests. Have a seat.” And with that Chase hurried off. Dark and Wilford sat down on the sofa and looked around.
“Homely place.” Wil stated, observing a photo of six smiling faces, Dark hummed in response, “are you sure he’s here, the place feels empty.”
“I hope so.”
Chase walked back in followed by a man with wavy pale green hair, he wore a cat mask and a cloak and they moved to the other sofa, nudging a pile of blankets until it sat up and revealed that there had in fact been a whole body there.
“Hey Robster, could you go hang around with Schneep and make sure he stops working soon.” Chase asked in a soft, almost fatherly tone.
The pale nan nodded, his white eyes glossy as if blind but he still stood up and meandered off. Marvin and Chase sat on the now vacant sofa.
“I’d hazard a guess that you two are Wilford Warfstache and Darkiplier.” Marvin stated, sipping tea from a cup that he hadn’t brought in with him.
“Just Dark will suffice.” He tried not to show his hatred of the name too strongly, but having a full name that linked him to that man, wasn’t something the being enjoyed.
“Well then, Dark,what brings you?”
“I wish to ask a favour of Anti.”
At that Marvin lost composure for a moment, his tea cup clattering noisily against the saucer he held, before setting them both down. Chase gave Marvin a look of concern.
“You’ve missed him by two days.” Marvin said, “it was unfortunate that it came to it but he was unstable. A danger to the collection. We, . . had to ask him to leave.”
Dark chewed the inside of his mouth, blinking slowly and giving no external reaction. He noted Chase was rubbing his left wrist, a nervous tick perhaps.
“Are you able to find him?”
“I can, although he never lingers for long.”
“Do it.”
Marvin looked offended to have been ordered by Dark, but placed his right palm over his left wrist and closed his eyes, mouthing some form of incantation. The other three watched and waited, Chase shifting uncomfortably next to Marvin whilst Dark sat stoic still and Wil remained relaxed back into the couch.
“He is in town, in the ally next to the butchers.”
Dark stood up, giving his thanks and flashing a smile before heading for the door. As a general courtesy he didn’t tend to transport himself into or out of other peoples spaces.
“Promise me one thing.”
Dark turned to face Marvin who had now stood, he raised an eyebrow in questioning.
“You don’t intend upon harming him.”
“No, we don’t.”
And with that Dark and Wilford stepped out into the night, before promptly blending with the shadows then disappearing altogether.
Chase put a hand on Marvin’s shoulder as he looked out the door.
“Its okay, he’ll be fine. I know you didn’t agree when we said he couldn’t stay, but he really wasn’t right.”
“I’m responsible for him. I helped him be.”
Chase nodded and closed the door for the magician, before bringing him into a hug.
—
Dark and Wil watched into the ally as a Glitching mass of green chuntered to itself. It was visibly a man with the same build as all the other septics, but his limbs were constantly moving, pulling at his hair, fingers dragging down his face or neck, hugging his chest, flailing in the open air. And all the time, arguing.
“We can’t go back they didn’t want us- we were Marvin’s own, we’re part of the col- damn the collection they abandoned us, couldn’t handle us- he created- he only made us this shell to live in, nothing more- what if he dislikes his creations- Robbie!”
Dark took a step forward and cleared his throat. The movement stopped and the man was now stood straight, and unsettlingly still, facing Dark, mocking Darks posture by having his arms behind his back. But his head was tilted to the side.
“What do they want from us?” He hissed to himself, “- Direct the question.” It ordered himself, before straightening his head and looking Dark in the eyes, “Can I help you or are you just passing?”
“Anti, I’ve heard you’re somewhat a technology expert. Unfortunately my own experts are… limited by their functions. I would like to request your help.”
“Help in what?”
“Accessing things.”
Anti seemed to pause, then he was facing away from Dark and muttering again, before snapping back to mimicking Darks posture.
“Well?”
“Will I be given anything in return.”
“Do you wish for anything?”
“Accommodation, and a promise you won’t turn on me.”
“What sort of bedding do you prefer?”
“Hammock.”
“I will make some arrangements, presuming you’re onboard.”
“Do w- I look like I’ve anything else to be doing?”
“I suppose not, consider it done.”
And just as the first two had appeared, the now three left. Although Dark felt that perhaps he was hasty with his decision, there was defiantly something odd with the septics.
"From a very young age, Mr. Wilford's love of locomotives was apparent. His early dreams were realized when he founded his transportation empire, the Wilford Industries. But his greatest dream was to construct a luxury locomotive cruise line connecting the railways of the entire world into one. A circular railway that extends for 438,000 kilometers to complete one circle every year. Impervious to the extreme cold of the Arctic and the scorching heat of the African desert, Wilford's miracle train is self-sustaining and possesses the most sophisticated design and advanced technology known to man." — Biographical information on Wilford, the creator of the Snowpiercer.
Complete video of "The Wilford Story" presented by the Teacher to the Front Section school children can be viewed here.
"When I grow up, I want to live on a train forever." — Wilford (Ed Harris), Snowpiercer
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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?
I made this… because of reasons!
I found this ‘poem’ in one of Mark’s DDLC gameplays, and… and it’s pretty obvious that it’s about William. And then I learned how to make gifs. So. Hope you like it!
so… i made a thing. again.
slightly late but
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DARKIPLIER!!!!! 🎉
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