For Every Ying There's A Yang..

I finally started that YouTube channel I mentioned earlier. Sorry about the volume. I was using a laptop to record.

More Gesture Drawings for Art Class

I found the second "Jo" in Josuke Higashikata's name!!!

Put his first name into Google translate. His name is literally two kanjis and it means "jojo" so his name is literally "jojo higashikata"

Look what I made! (song made by: CG5)

heading to my high school graduation!!

Here's what the top of my decorated cap looks like!!

Markiplier x Teen!Daughter! Reader - Streaming Troubles

Requested by azullluna

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“Alright, so if we go down this hallway and to the left, there should be the exit..” You mumbled to no one in particular, your character roaming a haunted hallway inside of a horror game called “123 Slaughter Me Street”. The chat of your youtube livestream was rather slow today. There were plenty of people watching, over 6 thousand people, but it wasn’t as active as it was normally. 

Maybe you weren’t seeing how fast it actually was. It was raining outside which seemed to slow the world down, and you were playing a horror game, making you hyper sensitive to every moving thing in the room within your peripheral vision. It really wasn’t the most ideal or relaxing environment, but that was fine. It was a horror game stream so why in the world would it be relaxing?

As you finally found the exit, your chat began to go absolutely nuts, comments flashing by faster than you could read it. Comments like, “BEHIND YOU!!” and “OMGOSH (YT/n) LOOK OUT!” being the most common which made you confused as you entered the lit doorway inside the game. “Chat what are you-”

A loud shout and the feeling of two hands grabbing your shoulders made you shriek and thrash around, consequently falling out of your chair and onto the floor. There above you, laughing with his hands on his knees, was your dad, Markiplier. “HAHAHA! The look on your face was priceless!” You got up, smacking him lightly on the arm. “You’re lucky I finished the level, otherwise I would’ve killed you.” 

Mark smiled, looking at you with an innocent look. “Aww don’t be like that. You know you love me.” Returning to your chair, you smirked and let your hands rest on the keyboard and mouse. “I don’t know.. I think I’m starting to shift more to hate than love.” Mark let out a dramatic gasp, his hands flying to the back of your chair and shaking it as he exclaimed, “But (Y/n), hatred to the dark side leads! Has Star Wars taught you nothing??” 

The chat was still thriving with the many viewers shouting compliments, hellos, and proclamations of love to you and Mark, as well as laughing at your family antics. “Anyway,” your dad continued, watching as you start up the next level, “I got some Chick-Fil-A while I was out and I have some food for you if you want it.” 

“Oh heck yeah I want it. Thank you! I take back what I said about hating you.” Mark laughed as he left the room and came back a moment later with the bag of deliciousness, followed closely by Chica who stared intently at the delivery. “Alright, see you after the stream! Love you!” He said, waving behind him as he left the room.

“Love you too!” You paused the game, opening up the bag and sorting the food on the desk before resuming. Looking back at the stream, the stream of comments hadn’t entirely died down from their Markiplier high. “Oi, chat, stop calling my dad hot.” Taking a bite out of a waffle fry, you started a new level.

-timeskip a week later-

“No, Alcina Lady Dimitrescu would never be a vessel for someone so unworthy as Eva! Already perfect is what you were trying to say! Already the pinnacle of evolution! You could literally do no better than what you already have so why would you even need a vessel for Eva?” Announced Mark as he played through Resident Evil Village.

As he continued his rant, a knock came from the door. “Dad! She’ll be a fine vessel. It’s not like Lady’s alive or anything.” You called, opening the door to the room. Yes, you knew he was recording but decided to mess with him. “No! Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Stop lying to yourself! She’s dead, she’s not real, and she’s not coming back!” 

“First of all, she’s not dead, she’s just in my pocket in the form of an inanimate crystal statue. Also, I could say the same thing about some of those fictional boys you love so much.”

“At least my fictional relationships won’t try to kill me as soon as they see me.” 

“Listen, we have a very complicated relationship! You wouldn’t understand our love.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” You promptly left the room as Mark rolled her eyes. “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about, chat.”

-timeskip the next day-

You were once again streaming live on YouTube, this time playing Fall Guys. So far you had managed to score two wins out of the seven rounds you played thus far. During a break in the game, you once again saw your chat go nuts with excited greetings to your dad. Turning around, you noticed Mark frozen in place, as if by not moving you wouldn’t notice him. The two of you stayed in that position, your interlocked gazes not breaking for about a minute. 

In his hand was a small box of mocha pop tarts.

“Breaking your diet again, are you?” You said, crossing your arms as Mark started moving again, hiding the opened box of pastries behind your reading pillow and some stuffies in front of your bookshelf. The box was perfectly hidden on the lower shelf. “Don’t tell Amy.” He simply said, exiting the room.

The chat continued to move quickly, people spamming messages like:

“Don’t worry! I’ll never snitch on you 🤫” 

“I LOVE YOU MARK!!!”

“Even when binge eating poptarts, he’s still friggin hot!”

And “MARK PLS MARRY ME!!”

Yes, this certainly wasn’t uncommon when he appeared in a stream, but it did get annoying at times. “Chat, calm the heck down and for heaven’s sake stop calling my dad hot!” 

“An interesting comment section you have here.” suddenly came a comment from Mark in the live chat, making it blow up once again with the praise and nearly undivided attention from the excited viewers.

“(sigh). This is gonna be a long stream…” You grumbled under your breath as you continued the game.

-timeskip later that day-

Mark was relaxing in the living room when You walked downstairs, sitting down on a nearby couch. An awkward silence filled the room, the two of them not daring to break it or even look at each other. The pressure began to build with every second that passed till it reached a breaking point when a female voice entered the scene with the sound of a closing door.

“Mark, (Y/n)! I’m here!”

“I’M GONNA TELL AMY!!”

“(Y/N) NO!!!”

Darkiplier x female reader - Dance With Me

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Rainy weather was the perfect time to read. At least, that's what (Y/n) thought. The lights of a lamp and a crackling fire in the fireplace illuminated her figure, lounging comfortably on a couch as she flipped through the pages of a book.

It was her favorite activity especially during lazy weather such as rain. Settling down and getting cozy under a fluffy blanket with a cup of warm chamomile tea and a good book. The house was nearly quiet once again with the gentle sound of rain against the window panes and the comforting sound of the fireplace being the only disturbances.

The warmth of her environment made (Y/n) sleepy. Her eyelids drooped as she fought the inevitable slumber, wanting to continue reading but as the book slowly slipped from her fingertips, falling to the ground with a thud, there was a loud clap of thunder and the light of the lamp shut off. (Y/n)’s eyes shot open, her comfortable atmosphere shattered. The only source of light in the room was the fire which continued to burn. 

(Y/n) knew she couldn’t read well in that dim of a light and she would become too warm if she sat directly in front of the fireplace. With a sigh, she curled up in her blanket and tried to adjust her eyes so she could continue reading. The storm would likely stick around for a while and whatever caused the power outage would take time to fix so she might as well get comfy.

Knock knock knock

The sound of three taps echoed through the house and (Y/n) looked around, trying to locate the source of the sound. “Reading in this light is bad for your eyesight, you know.” (Y/n) quickly looked toward the voice and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the figure standing in the entryway. 

Darkiplier, her boyfriend of two years, was dressed in a fitted black suit and a black turtleneck sweater, and leaned comfortably in the doorway, a small smile on his handsome face. It wasn’t his typical style, but it was nice to see him switch up his usual formal attire. However as she continued to look at him in the dimmed room something about him seemed off.

Darkiplier’s usual red and blue outline was almost invisible, making him look more human than usual. In the fire light, small bits of it flashed into view but disappeared again just as quickly as it appeared. His entire being just seemed to fit the mood. 

“What are you doing here? Not that I’m unhappy with your visit, but it’s a little random.” He walked over to (Y/n), smiling as he placed a bottle of wine on a side table. “The lights went out, and I assumed you’d like some company. I know that nighttime thunderstorms can be a bit unsettling.” (Y/n) smiled and blushed at his comment.

"Well then, would you like to join me?" She opened her blanket to let him in, but he just smiled, "In a minute darling. Let me prepare something for us." He winked and wandered off into the kitchen. 

(Y/n) left the couch and from a closet nearby, she took out a box of small unscented candles and laid them around the room, lighting them shortly after. The light sound of footsteps returned and (Y/n) turned around, spotting Dark with two nice glasses, pouring the expensive red wine into them. 

She returned to the couch, and he smiled at her, his 3D effect more visible due to the candles. Dark joined her a few seconds later as thunder clapped again. It was nice, just the two of them sitting together. 

Dark had summoned a record player and it softly played music as they drank the wine he had brought. The mood of the room just seemed to change for the better. (Y/n) was beyond happy. 

"Just out of curiosity, what's with the candles, darling? Were you really having that much trouble seeing my pretty face?" 

(Y/n) giggled, bringing her hand up and caressing his jaw. "You don't have to hide any part of yourself from me, y'know." Dark leaned closer, resulting in an Eskimo kiss, and he smiled. "I thought that my outline would irritate you, especially being this close to me." She smiled back, kissing his cheek. "You could never irritate me."

As she finished speaking, a new song began to play and Dark placed his glass down while standing up from the couch. "Dance with me?" He held his hand out and (Y/n) took it, her hand was soft and warm, something that Dark found pleasant. 

He brought (Y/n) close to his chest and placed his hands on her hips. Her arms snaked behind his neck, and the two of them swayed to the music. (Y/n) rested her head on his broad chest. He smelled vaguely of expensive cologne and black coffee. It was an odd mixture, but it was comforting.

As they danced, Dark hummed softly, matching the song note for note. "How do you know this song? It's quite old." Dark looked down at her, with a sad smile. "It was quite beautiful back when it was first played. I wish you had been there with me." It dawned upon (Y/n) just how old Dark really was, but it didn't bother her.

"If I had been, I wouldn't be dancing here with you."

Dark smiled, leaning forward and resting his forehead against hers. "That's true. I'm glad we at least get to enjoy it now."

(Y/n) leaned forward and kissed his soft lips gently as rain pattered against the window and fire light danced across their figures. "So am I." 

Alright, you tell me, I'll finish the drawing. Which iplier ego is kissing (Y/n)?

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