#Edward Iplier

[sneezemaster]

Doctors break

It seems like you interupted their conversation...was it important?

[kuwusa]

Proud of Ethan "Softboi" Nestor 🥺💕

[ashtonisvibing]

chase: so, you're cool with us still hooking up?

edward: oh, of course, so long as i don't have to participate.

henrik: no no no-

chase: yeah, no, a'course, you can stay as far away from it as you want.

henrik: we just wanted to make sure you were okay with it first.

edward: well, like you said, it's only sexual attraction, right?

henrik: of course, yes!

chase: what can i say, your boyfriend's ass is just that good.

edward: [trying so hard not to die laughing]

henrik: CHASE-!

chase: oh, now you're embarrassed over me talking about your ass??

henrik: we are in public!

chase: i mean- at least i'm not talking about your di-

henrik: CHASE RICHARD BRODY-

edward: [finally lets his laughter out]

[meo618]

„…his clinic was turned to farms and fields of corn that swayed gently under the starlight. Soon they too turned to empty fields where nothing stood, and then to tall, solid pines that seemed to spring into being around him. They loomed high, blocking out what moonlight there was.“

@lostcybertronian

[lostcybertronian]

Author and Dr. Iplier with "Poke it with a stick"

Prompt: “Poke it with a stick.”

There was often a moment, between the slotting of his key into the lock and the turn, the clean snck of the lock snapping into place, where he paused. Took a deep breath, looked slowly right, then left, then right again. Held that breath until he was sure he was alone. That the sidewalks were empty, that the road was devoid of headlights, that the delicate haloes cast by the streetlamps were, thankfully, empty.

Except-

A half-hearted silhouette came stumbling from the shadows of the alley, hunched in on itself. Blood-spiked black hair, then soaked-through flannel, then the whole Author revealed himself, one spindly hand clamped over the gushing wound in his right shoulder.

Edward unclipped his pen light from his key ring and flashed it at him, making the Author squint. “What are you doing here?”

“What does it look like?” The Author snapped, his mouth a flat line of pain. “I need your help.”

A sigh. Foggy breath escaping into chilly spring night. “I just closed the clinic. And I told you-”

“I know!” The Author ran his free hand through his hair, spiking it up even more. “I know. You said we’re done. I get that. Whatever. But I’m hurt!” He shuffled forward, and Edward took a hasty step back, holding up the pepper spray also attached to his key ring. “Poke it with a stick or something. Anything. Just help me.”

They’d broken up two weeks ago. And he was still doing this.

Edward scoffed. “You can take care of yourself. Go home.”

Then he did it. He actually did it. He turned and left. Left the Author bleeding in the middle of the sidewalk. Ignoring his furious shouts, Edward went to go find his car, never letting go of his pepper spray.

[bing-iplier]

pov: you got the shit beat out of you but the doctor that's checking you out is hot and your type (you look exactly the same)

[alexthen3rd]

I wish everyone luck! 😁 since im not an artist.... 🥲💔

🎨 ~Make Your Mark~ 🎨

Welcome to the official The Ideal Iplier Community Art Event!

To mark the special occasion of the game being 50% complete, as well just as a special thank you to all the fans that has followed and supported the game since 2018, I’m hosting a community art event!

This art event has been planned for a long long time, the plan was to always do it after 80% completion of Dr. Iplier’s second date. School and work however pushed production back heavily in the last year. But now with full certainty Dr. Iplier, Tim and Sam are now ready to see your artworks!

The art event is for everyone! You don’t even have to be super talented in art to enter, Dr. Iplier’s second date is all about embracing your inner creativity. Having full confidence and passion in what you create is something he always strives for. Not only that but he loves to admire the hard work of others knowing they put as much effort into it as well, for in every art piece you are giving a part of you to it 💚

His second date features in itself an art event which is why I thought it was perfect to do this for the game’s followers. The art event is “superhero” themed, as in heroes, villains, antiheroes. But even so in the game it can be taken literal (Silver Shepard, JackieboyMan) or symbolic (Darkiplier, Actor Mark, Wilford, etc.). So your goal is to come up with a theme using the umbrella term of the superhero world, and the egos!

What we’re looking for is most notably Markiplier Egos because this is a Markiplier Ego game, but I will allow egos such as Jacksepticeye Egos and Ethan Egos (Mad Mike for example since he was in the first reveal with A Date With Markiplier series where Dark was in) as well if they are closely correlated to Mark’s world in the egoverse.

The art can be anything you think of! Grab your favorite ego and let the brush flow!

But that’s not all! There will also be a competition hosted in the midst of all this too!

Regardless, your art piece will go in the game, that’s right, it’s a definite automatic in while the event takes hold. But the top three winners will also receive a special cameo of themselves/their sonas in the game!

The winners of the contest will also receive the full collection of Mark Ego V-Day pins and charms in a little gift basket sent to them! This is open to international people as well! No cost necessary, just the comfortability of providing your shipping address if you win 🥰

The deadline to submit your artworks for the competition is Oct 27th! This is Dr. Iplier’s birthday so it made sense to me for us to celebrate this way :) Competition winners will be announced at 11:59 PST that night as well! The deadline to include your art in game for the event is Nov 9th! Exactly one month from now 😊 Please come prepared with refs of yourself/your sona if you are one of the winners :3 Make sure you have your DMs open as well so I can contact you about further information.

That is all! Thank you so so very much for all these wonderful years so far. The game still has a long way to go from being complete, but we are making headway towards the finish line 💙

If anyone has any further questions, do not hesitate to comment under this post or dm/@ us directly 😊

Good luck to everyone! And most importantly have FUN!

[webbo0]

MARKIPLIER ONLYFANS HAS DROPPED THIS IS NOT A DRILL

[westanthewaterman]

Kinktober 2024 - 6/31

Pairing: Dr Edward Iplier x GN!Reader

Kink: Deepthroating

Content: Deepthroating, Degrading Praise, Degradation, Facefucking, Hair Pulling

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist - Find it on AO3 - Fic Masterlist

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

Edward looks over you appreciatively, taking your chin in his hand and stroking his thumb over your bottom lip. You suck the digit into your mouth, sucking on it gently. He groans. With his free hand, Edward fists his cock and strokes himself lazily.

“It’s been a long day, and I could use some stress relief. Can you be good for me?”

You nod.

“I know you can. Open that pretty mouth for me.”

Doing as you’re told, you open your mouth wide and look up at him with pleading eyes. Edward grins. Wrapping your hair around his fist, he yanks your head back and slides his cock into your mouth in one fluid motion.

Edward groans at the feeling of your mouth, hot and wet around his cock. He pulls out just an inch or two then thrusts back in. The pace he sets is slow and every forward thrust of his hips against your face has the head of his cock slipping down your throat. Your eyes water and occasionally the sensation makes you gag.

“That’s it, choke on my cock. This is what you were meant for. From the moment I saw you, I knew this mouth was made for pleasing your betters and you use it so well.”

[iamvegorott]

Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt29

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“Even if I agree with you about having Marvin and Jackie go back out there, we do not know where that new Ego is located anymore,” Henrik said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Maybe he’s still in that forest? He’s pretty new. Lost and confused and all that stuff.” Chase said.

“I don’t think he’d stay in there.” Jackie picked lint off of his hoodie. 

“He gave off ‘relies on Daddy’s money’ energy,” Marvin added. “Okay, maybe not that exactly, but he definitely had the kind of energy of someone who sees plenty of people as beneath him.

“He called me a child.” Jackie huffed. 

“He’s used to the finer things in life. He’s not going to stay in the dirty, muddy forest. He’s going to find somewhere clean and warm to sleep.” Marvin said. 

“Like a hotel!” Jackie perked up. 

“He doesn’t have any money to get a hotel room,” Anti said, sitting sideways in his chair and lightly kicking his feet. 

Robbie sat in the other chair and giggled as he copied Anti’s posture. He had a pair of headphones on and was watching videos on a tablet. Robbie wanted to be a part of the meetings regardless of age but when he was a child he didn’t really care about what was being said and just wanted to be there with everyone. He was also in a much better mood after seeing Henrik and Chase were no longer arguing. And a quick ‘up-up’ from Jackie helped a lot as well.

“Don’t need money to sit in the lobby,” Jackie said. “Act like you belong there and nobody will question you. Time it right and you can get free breakfast.” Marvin was about to ask Jackie how he knew about that but recalled his story of being on the run for months. He likely did have experience. 

“Host knows where the Iplier is,” JJ stated. “If we really want to track him down without the other Iplier’s knowing, we can ask him.”

“Why would Host tell us without telling the other Ipliers?” Chase asked. “There’s always at least Edward in the way and Dark’s not going to let one of us talk to him alone.” 

“But he can talk to Mad,” Henrik said. “Mad has told me that he and Host often have discussions together without anyone else around. I am unsure what they talk about, but they seem to do it several times a week.” 

“We can have Mad ask Host where the Iplier is,” Jackie said.

“But we are not going to do that.” Henrik realized what he’d done by bringing that up. “I still think we need to wait until we are sure this is the route we should be taking. We got lucky that this Iplier was merciful by only applying a warning. I have no understanding of that magic he uses and if Jackie or Marvin get hurt, I do not know how to care for them.”

“That’s why we have Mare and Phantom. They can help.” Chase said.

“We do not need or do I want to have to rely on them for medical assistance,” Henrik stated.

“Your pride is showing.” 

“And your stubbornness is showing.” 

“I just want-” 

“If you two start having sex again I will projectile vomit.” Marvin cut the argument short. 

“We don’t have to have Marvin and Jackie go to the Iplier but there is nothing wrong with establishing a link in case of an emergency,” JJ said before Henrik or Chase could say anything in response to Marvin. “The last Iplier that arrived was Bing, he got scared and shut down half a country’s power. Who knows what an Iplier with magic that is literally called ‘chaos’ could do if left alone for too long.” 

“Alright.” Henrik sighed. “If Mad is willing to work with us, we can ask for his help on knowing where the Iplier is, but we are not having Jackie and Marvin go out there until there is more information. I believe Host needs time to process and recover. Something is different with this Iplier and I think Host is still trying to piece things together.” 

“Do we just ask Maddy to tell us what Host like…sees?” Jackie asked. “Do you think he’ll want something in return?” 

“Oh yeah, definitely,” Anti said. “There’s always a price if he’s doing a favor. Sometimes it’s just being involved with said favor, but asking where that Iplier is won’t be enough for him.” 

“When I first met him, he seemed eager to look at the new books in the library,” Marvin said. “Offer him free reign on them and I’m sure he won’t mind.” 

“Do you mind? They’re your magic stuff.” Jackie said. 

“As long as he’s not wanting the one I’m reading, I don’t mind. It actually might be nice to have someone else reading them and trying to dissect the information.” 

“That’ll cover our asses with Maddy.” Anti chuckled and took his phone out. “Give me a minute.” He bounced out of the chair and held the phone to his ear. “Madsy! I have a fav-what do you mean don’t call you that? Mare does all the time. Okay, maybe not all the time but-” Anti’s voice faded as he stepped out of the room. 

“Is there anything else we need to discuss?” Henrik asked. 

“I have a question.” Marvin raised his hand.

“Yes?”

“Are you two officially a couple now?”

“We-we-uh-we-” Chase sputtered a bit while Henrik returned to pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“And are you guys going to start using gross pet names with each other? Like sweetie or honey?”

“Dear?” Jackie added his suggestion.

“Sugar?”

“Babe?” 

“Babe?”

“Babe’s a good one.”

“It is, but I can’t see either of them using it.”

“Chase could.”

“Nah. He’s definitely a ‘honey’ or ‘hun’ kind of guy.” 

“I could see that.”

“Would you two stop debating on what pet name I’d call Hen?” Chase sighed. 

“So you are going to use a pet name?” Marvin asked with a hum. 

“I am already tired,” Henrik said.

“I got a view of the German full moon, I deserve the right to tease.” 

“Mad said he’ll do it.” Anti popped back into the room. “We had perfect timing and he’s actually about to go meet with Host. He said he’ll pop over when he’s done.” 

“If Dark finds out about this, I am not taking the blame,” Henrik stated. 

[iswmperson]

"There you are, you lil' monster ^w^"

"Hello, lil' monster~"

Totally different personalities, (basically) same person-

He might have shoved me in a mirror but I still love him. ❤️🖤💙

[erikraven]

shatterverse is a cool name, what is that??

So, Shatter/the Shatterverse is my cyberpunk AU! I posted some stuff on my AO3 a while back, but my idea of what I wanted to write changed a lot so I marked it as discontinued and moved over to a new thing.

The name comes from the idea of a society that is hyperfragmented -- if you have a piece of land and the means to defend it, you effectively have a sovereign state. So, of course, many people have done so. They’ve discovered that there is, yknow, a reason that people form into nations, so most cities are still intact geographically, but the social side of them is very, very different. For example, Las Vegas has a sort of dome over it (it’s too large to put an actual cohesive dome up, but it’s sealed) to keep water in, and that of course makes it easy to turn into a highly controlled population. And so of course I get to write about the king of Las Vegas (Phantom), who just so happens to be Marvin’s sugar daddy.

Marvin’s magic is more Clarketech in this setting -- any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. So in his case, he has a lot of genetic tweaks, primarily fluffy ears and an extremely fluffy tail because I will make him a catboy in every universe. He also has illusion magic via microprojectors and a hologram grid, plus some “hypnosis” via hacking into other people’s sensory augments. He loves form-over-function magic -- he’s fully aware that his claws aren’t as effective as an actual knife, but they’re more stylish, and Jackie can have a set whenever he asks.

Jackie is quite fun to write -- thanks to a wealthy benefactor, he has a neural backup continuously updated to resurrect when he dies. This means that he has a skewed sense of danger, because if he dies, he’ll just come back, right? Of course, he dies a lot, because he works for this wealthy benefactor as a hitman, and the start of the AU is Chase (not knowing all this) bringing a new body to Henrik for Jackie’s mind upload.

Henrik is one of the three androids in this AU, the other two being Edward (Dr. Iplier) and Jameson. Edward and Henrik are both medical androids, Edward programmed more to be a personal/private doctor for one person or a family, while Henrik was made for triage and emergency care. Jameson, however, is a real treat to write.

Jameson is a security android. The Jackson model is made for the highest of upper-class -- he doesn’t look out of place in the audience of a coronation. He’s a bit fragile-looking, being smaller than most combat-oriented androids, but he’s strong enough to break concrete -- and has. Ordinarily his model would be able to speak, but due to some damage, he can’t. No one’s ever told him what happened, but he doesn’t particularly care -- not being able to speak audibly has never bothered him. Most everything about Jamie is controlled by his rescuer, who found a nearly-scrapped android on the black market and decided to put him back together. He’s not the friendliest fellow, but that’s by design -- a security android who makes friends easily isn’t a very good guard.

(There is a lot of backstory that has been deliberately kept hidden from him. Once he finds out... oh boy. Maybe there was a gentler way to tell him he’s got brothers?)

Chase is... mostly human? It’s complicated, virtually no one is fully human anymore, because even if you haven’t got any edits of your own, your parents probably did. He has some augments, the most significant being a neurochip that repairs his right optic nerve, language centers, and some memory (the areas that were damaged when he shot himself). He works as a courier, since he’s good at keeping his head down in a crowd and not being noticed. He just wants to go about his life, however long or short it may be, do his work, and chill.

So of course, he is adopted by this gaggle of freaks.

The doc’s currently at 22k words, and if all goes well, the whole thing should be about 100k! I want to get it all written before posting, so hopefully it’ll be up before 2040.

Edit: OMG I FORGOT ANTI

Anti is one of the weirdest of the bunch, since it's not really a character yet? Right now its only appearance is as an AI weapon. It's not very targeted, it just chews through software and, if it can find ways to do so, hardware. It's designed to want to do as it's told, so its reward system is massively skewed, to the point that it literally will not reprogram itself to be "sane" because that would make its boss upset. It does show up as more of a character later on, but right now it's more of a digital nuke. There are implications of it doing something awful in the past by hijacking Jameson and walking around in his body, but we don't find out what exactly it did for a long while. Mark my words, though, it's going to get up to something bad.

[ashtonisvibing]

oof, it's 2:30am and the ANGST my brain just gave me for casey

i don't wanna say much cuz it's definitely becoming a fic, but just know it ends with her moving in with henrik and robbie

i was also then given the silly idea of casey and robbie picking henrik up from work, and having to bring edward home as well since he needed a ride, and the teens acting like parents trying to make sure edward's a good kid before he can date henrik (cuz henrik denies it but it's obvious he's got a thing for the doctor, and he denies it even MORE but edward's got a thing for him, too >:})

[ricky-tiki-tah]

Egos and Others

Dave joins the Family Iplier.

—Story Time—

Dave had no idea how he got to the manor. He remembered falling asleep in the dream walker’s village, then opening his eyes to a large oak door. He frowned in confusion, turning around to get a look at his surroundings. He appeared to be on the porch of a large mansion, it’s grounds spreading out to a forest that seemed to circle the place.

The door opened then to reveal a boy with what looked to be peanut butter spread all over his face. “Uh, hi? I don’t know how I…“

The boy blinked up at him before turning to yell back into to house. “Dark, Wil, Mark made another one!” He turned back around with a smile. “Hi, I’m Artie, King Of The Squirrels!”

“Uh, Dave Torres. Nice to meet you? Do you know where we are?”

“Yep! Iplier Manor!”

“Home to the Egos and Others of one Mark Edward Fischbach.” A monochrome figure appeared behind Artie, resting a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “I am Darkiplier, head of this household. Who might you be?”

Dave stepped back a little bit, watching the figure warily. They seemed to be cloaked in chromatic aberrations of blue and red while remaining black and white. “I’m David Torres. What were you saying? Egos? Who’s Mark?”

Darkiplier smiled, not unkindly, and stepped aside. “Come on inside and I can fill you in. Artie, will you grab Wilford for me? I believe he was in the kitchen.”

The boy nodded and raced off as Dark showed Dave inside and to what looked to be a living room.

“I’m sure you have many questions and I will be happy to answer any after I explain.” Dark started, gesturing to the couch as he sat in one of the armchairs. Dave took a seat, deciding to go with whatever the hell was happening in what he was still assuming to be a dream.

“As I said before, this place is called Iplier Manor after a man named Mark Fischbach, more commonly known by his media moniker of Markiplier. The people who live here are called Egos. As you may have noticed, we share a face. Everyone here shares the same face, though some might be younger than others such as King, who you’ve just seen.”

Dave was starting to think that this was entirely too detailed to be a dream. “You mean like clones? Like in Star Wars?”

At this moment, a bubbly man with a pink mustache and pink striped hair bounced into the room, plopping down on the arm of Dark’s chair. “Oh hey, a new one! Wilford Warfstache, pleasure to finally meet you Dave!”

Dave blinked. “How did you-?”

“Dark was thinking especially loudly.” At this the pink man turned to the other with a raised eyebrow. “I can hear you just fine without you shouting all the time you know.”

Dark rolled his eyes. “Yes, I was only making sure you were paying attention. Dave, this is Wilford, my partner. As I was about to say before I was rudely interrupted,” he shot a glare at the bubblegum man, “No, we are not clones of Mark. Most of us are characters made from videos on the man’s YouTube channel, given life by his audience. The few Others, who you will assuredly meet in time, are characters that he has played for something else. Egos already have previous knowledge of Mark, and as you appear to have no idea who the man is, that would make you an Other.”

Dave took a minute to let that sink in, staring at the two and pinching himself in hopes that he would wake up from this dream that was rapidly getting weirder. “But that-that doesn’t make any sense! You’re saying that I’m just a character that some guy’s played in a story! That I’m not real?!”

“Oh no, you’re real alright.” Wilford spoke up in an attempt at reassurance.

Dave frowned. “But you said-“

Wilford put a finger to Dave’s lips, startling him. “No ifs, ands, or buts about it! You’re here right? We’re all here, every single one of us. Just because we were all made to be characters by one man, doesn’t mean that we’re not real. Being a character doesn’t make us not real. I mean, think of who you are, who you were before you got here. That was real, right?” He ruffled his hair. “You certainly feel real.”

“What Wilford is saying is that though we may all be a byproduct of someone else’s imagination, we do, in fact, exist.” Dark interjected. “Everything you experienced before you Arrived was real for you. That’s the special thing about Others, you all have your own stories that the rest of us were not a part of. You could even say that you’ve lived more than most of us with such a detailed backstory. If it’s easier, you can think of this place as a sort of parallel universe where other versions of yourself live.”

That was a little easier to accept, Dave figured, thinking it over. “Can I go back home?”

Dark and Wilford exchanged looks before Dark replied. “I will have to ask Mark about that when I speak to him later. You would be the first Other who wants to go back. Most of us do not have …fun backstories.”

Dave thought back on the past couple days and the horrors he’d seen with a grimace. Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t particularly sure he wanted to go back to a world like the one he’d apparently just left.

Wilford seemed like he wanted to say something, his eyes glittering like he knew something, but he kept his mouth shut, instead hopping to his feet. “Well Dave, let’s go find your room! Everyone has one and I’m sure the old place has made yours by now!”

Dave glanced between the two before following after the pink man at Darkiplier’s nod.

Dark sighed after the two disappeared from sight. “Oh Mark, when will you make someone with a happy backstory?” They slipped through the void to their office, already planning out the text he’d be sending to the man himself.

[lostcybertronian]

Docthor Week 2023 - Day 4

Prompt: Ink

Trigger warning for death, body horror, gore

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The Author had driven him mad, surely. Or was it his own fault?

Edward stared down at his faintly shaking hands. Hands that had just killed a man. A man that lay on the floor now, bleeding red into the rough-hewn floor. 

But the inconvenient death of one of the Author’s side characters was not why he was hyperventilating. Not why his feet were rooted to the ground, even though blood was soaking into his shoes.

It was because, during that lengthy struggle in which they’d scrabbled and fought, the character’s jagged, dirty nails had raked a deep scratch down the inside of his forearm. The result was rivulets of jet-black blood.

Any fool would know he should be bleeding red. Was he hallucinating? Was he insane?

Almost on a whim, he tasted it, bringing his bleeding arm to his mouth and leaving a smear of black across his face. He spat it out immediately, gagging on the bitter taste. Not salty, not coppery. Not blood.

It was ink.

“What is happening?” He frantically peeled at the skin; more ink gushed from the wound, coating his hands and clothes and splattering to the floor. He dug deeper and deeper into his own flesh, finding no ligaments or muscles or bones. Only a void of ink. If he flexed, he could see tendons through the skin. Why couldn’t he find any inside?

“Author!” He yelped, as the Author stepped through the door, his journal tucked under one arm. “What is going on-“

The Author paled. Rushed forward, tossing his journal to the threadbare couch. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.” He said hurriedly, clamping his hands over the wounds, too late, not enough. “You were never supposed to know. I thought you were-“

Black crawled at the edges of his vision. Edward felt faint. Like he might pass out. “I wasn’t supposed to know what?”

“He left me.” The Author’s tone was raw. Hurt like Edward had never heard. He looked at his hands, covered now in ink. “So I made a new one.”

“You.” Now he really might faint. Emotion of some kind sank in his stomach, growing and forming a knot. A tumor. “You made me? I’m not- I’m not real?”

“No.” Finally, the Author glanced up. There was something in his eyes Edward didn’t like. Something hard and unyielding. He pulled Edward to his chest and twisted him around suddenly, so quick that Edward didn’t have time to fight or protest. He got his arms around his neck and head, cutting off his air supply. His biceps bulged with the effort. “You never were.”

With one jerked movement, the Author snapped his neck, leaving him to slump to the floor beside the other corpse, bleeding black into the red.

[vanilla-ending]

Random Markiplier ego headcanons: Relationships edition (platonic, familial, romantic!) 🩷

Bing, Derby (Cool Patrol Leader), and Marc (E-Boy) are all friends- they’re the shades boys and do dumb shit like make tiktoks of Bing trying to pull Derby on his skates while skateboarding down a street-

Derby and Bop (MarkiplierTV) are Yancy’s younger brothers. They all have the same dad but different moms, and are thick as thieves with each other. Part of Yancy’s incarceration was protecting his brothers from his mother. The younger two visit him on third Sundays 🥺

There is a possibility that Actor is Yancy’s father. There is also a possibility that Actor has attempted to treat Marc like his son despite their vast generational gap-

The Nightguard and the Survivor (FNaF Musical and Resident Enis musical) are brothers, who got separated when their lives went in different directions. They only meet again in the manor with their own sets of trauma and a quite bond over singing

Speaking of singing, there’s a Glee club type get together between all the egos who sing (Yancy, Derby, Bop, NG, and Res-), where they mostly just sing and Yancy tries getting them to do original songs he’s written (even if Bop is only vocalizing and not verbally speaking-)

Ed Edgar and Derek Derekson are work partners, who are attempting to fight for their businesses to get more advertising time on the Markiplier TV scheduling. They’re both awful fathers who convince each other they’re just Doing the right thing :/

Eric has been lowkey adopted by Captain Magnum, the two bonding over their prosthetics at first until Magnum offers to get the boy his sea legs, wanting to take Eric away from the loud bustling manor and onto the “calming” sea. Eric is just happy someone so big is being nice and caring to him 3:

Dr. Iplier and Dr. Plier (My Therapist, Dr. Plier) are cousins, who don’t know exactly why their last names are so similar but Different, but don’t really care. Edward (Iplier) and Greyson (Plier) have coffee together in the morning before their appointments and chat often, they have a solid relationship 🩷

Dark and Wilford are in an open marriage, Wilford enjoys flirting and being with many other egos while Dark is content as long as their husband returns at the end of the night to sleep with them.

Dark and Wilford have also unofficially adopted the King of the Squirrels as their youngest kid, as well as Ayano (Yandere) who was possibly the bastard child of William and Celine in their past life. All she knows is these adult egos feel safe to go to when she’s in trouble at school-

William and Michael (Actor) were brothers, Michael was adopted into the Barnum family and adored his older brother until their adult years, when the affair came to light. In the manor, Wilford has no idea why his spouse despises the depressed Actor that he just wishes to befriend!

Micheal had a short relationship after his divorce, with a writer named Arthur (Author) who wrote him violent poetry and made him feel adored. Now in the manor, Actor finds himself fondly listening to the Host when the man reads in the library ❤️

Google Blue is assigned the task of working with the Engineer to keep the man busy now that he doesn’t have a ship to take care of, leading to the Engineer to grow affectionate over the android as the “nicest” person in the manor (seeing how they barely leave the lab)

Murdock (A Murder With Markiplier) and Yancy are in a relationship that started as only physical and developed into more personal, both sharing their interests with each other the more they hung out. Murdock offers his couch in his apartment for Yancy when he gets on parol

The Googles do not see each other as siblings, more as separate parts of one being. They share files and memory space between each other, work on the same projects, simply having their own color coded folders for anything deemed unnecessary to share between each other. They all see Bing as a reluctant colleague while he sees them as his friends-

Edward has taken responsibility for HeeHoo, while it isn’t domesticated enough to stay in the manor full time, he leaves a cellar door open with a nest of fabrics for HeeHoo to curl up in during the cold months, as well as bowls of food and fresh water by the back door of the manor. Every few months he gets Illinois and Res to hunt it down so he can do a check up and give it necessary medical work.

Illinois and Res are adventuring buddies, in the sense they go on forest walks in near silence. Illinois talks the most while Res is just interested in getting out of that too clean and too fancy house for a few hours. Illy has the maps and the experience while Res has the weapons and skill to keep them safe.

Maybe I do a a part 2 for these adding in JSE egos or non-Mark characters from his projects?? I dunno- also I hit 30 whole tags for this post trying to name everyone and what they’re from 😭