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ardenwritesegos · 7 months ago

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The Seer and the Engineer

Dark was used to people barging into their office. Wilford did it all the time. Honestly, it would be strange if someone didn’t. Still, of all egos, they didn’t expect a certain engineer.

“You got a minute?” Gin asked, head poking through the open door. He almost looked like a child asking for their father. Dark hated when Wilford called the other egos their collective children. Moments like this did nothing to dissuade those comments.

“Come in,” the creature let out a sigh. They had been working on papers for…who knows how long. They needed a change of pace, even if they wouldn’t admit it.

“What has brought you in?” Dark could feel the blue soul roll his eyes from within them. He was always frustrated at the entity for treating the others like a business all the time. But that wasn’t the point of this endeavor. The engineer needed something.

“I was wondering if you could do a…” Gin paused, searching for the right words.

“Y’know…future-lookey thing,” the words stumbled out of the engineer’s mouth.

“The Host is more equipped for that kind of request,” Dark responded matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, I know,” Engineer Mark started.

“That’s why I went to him first,” Dark paused at that. The Host didn’t typically reject a look into the future, no matter his condition.

“He said ‘it is imperative that the engineer look to Dark for assistance,’” Gin closed his eyes, doing a good impression of the Host’s emotionless narrations. Dark couldn’t resist a laugh through their nose. The amusement vanished in seconds, though, as it typically did.

“He said you used to be some kind of fortune teller or something,” Dark froze upon hearing this, the red in their aura becoming more prominent.

“Yes, I was once a seer,” the entity explained. Their hands folded behind their back, a typical method of reigning in emotions.

“But I haven’t practiced with visions in nearly a century,” the ambient ringing in the room became slightly louder, more noticeable.

“I would be, what you call, rusty.”

“I’m sort of desperate, here,” the engineer started.

“I’ll take whatever I can get,” Dark stared at Gin, silently asking him what he wants to know.

“I want to find my dad,” Gin responded to the silent question.

“I never knew him, and…” his voice faded for a moment as he looked sadly below him. His mother never spoke about his father, always either changing the subject or dropping the conversation altogether. It’s one thing he envied about his sister, Celci. She actually knew her father.

“You want a grasp of your identity,” Dark finished.

“Who you truly came from.” the red soul could heavily relate to that feeling. While she knew both her parents, her mother’s magical past was heavily hidden by a strict father who cared for nothing but reputation.

“Yeah,” Gin nodded. For the first time ever, there was emotion to the being’s voice.

“All I’m asking is that you try,” he said.

“If it doesn’t work, I can always bug the Host again,” Gin shrugged, half-jokingly. Something about that eagerness–that willingness to do anything to find the truth–was familiar to Dark. Or rather, it was familiar to the red soul within them. There were only a few seconds of hesitation.

“Alright, I will make an attempt,” the entity could see the internal celebration in the engineer’s eyes.

“To start, we will need something transparent.”

“Right,” Gin replied as he manically rifled through his pockets.

“Uh, I have it right…” he reached into the final pocket he had, moving his fingers around it until he felt a smooth, glass-like object.

“Here!” Gin picked up a small, marble-sized orb.

“Host said this would help.” He handed the sphere to the creature, who took it with a gentle hand.

“This will do,” the being kept their usual flat face as they held out their hands, palm up. The object sat on top of Dark’s right hand.

“Now, take my hands,” as they said this, Gin could have sworn he heard a feminine voice layered with the being’s. He followed Dark’s instructions, lightly grabbing the other’s hands. The second their joined hands touched, Gin felt… something. He didn’t really know how to describe it, aside from a strange, tingling sensation going up his arms.

“That’s strange,” Dark looked curiously at their linked hands.

“What?” GIn wanted to be concerned, but the only thing he seemed to feel was relief. They felt this feeling too. That at least meant he wasn’t fully nuts.

“The connection is typically slowly built,” the being explained.

“But this one…it took seconds,” while this fact frightened Dark, they couldn’t help but be interested in this. They- no, she was intrigued by the difference and wanted to delve deeper into it.

“Is that bad?” Dark’s answers only served to confuse Gin further. He was tempted to let go of his hand-hold, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave the creature’s cold hands. It felt as if they were grounding him, holding down and lowering his anxieties. He found his breaths were strangely even, despite the circumstances.

“No, it’s simply…different,” the creature reassured. To be honest, they didn’t know if it was bad or good, but Gin needed comfort in that moment.

“Give me a moment to concentrate,” they ordered softly before closing their eyes. They took deep breaths, silently beckoning the truth forward. It came slowly closer, like a scared child, from Gin’s arms. The engineer was more fragile inside than they expected. They could feel the cocky nature of the red soul becoming more prominent. Good, they were in their element. Or at least they felt like they were. Within seconds, Dark felt a jolt in their arms and in their mind. Gin could see their eyes lightly scrunch up.

“Are you seeing something?” he asked, curious. He wanted to be worried, but that feeling was still being numbed.

“There is an hourglass, with white sand,” the being’s voice reverberated louder than ever. The feminine voice could be heard clearer than before.

“But the sand sits still at the top,” they described.

“It’s not going down, stuck…dormant…” their voice drifted a bit. Gin only got more confused.

“What does that mean, exactly?” he asked.

“Make the sand fall and the truth will come to you,” Dark echoed cryptically. Just as fast as it started, the being’s eyes flew open. They quickly settled, releasing their hold on Gin’s hands.

“What the hell was that?” Gin exclaimed.

“That made no fucking sense!”

“Visions tend to be that way,” Dark responded, aura coated in red.

“Especially with a rusty practitioner.” the being could see the panic in the engineer’s eyes, could feel his aura shifting sporadically, could see his breaths getting quicker. It reminded the red soul of her when she started with her practice.

“Gin,” the entity grasped the frightened man’s shoulders.

“We will figure this out,” they reassured, warm and nurturing. Their-her aura washed over the engineer. His breaths, once again, were steady and even.

“How do you do that?” Gin asked, voice soft, drowsy.

“A matter for another time,” the being’s mouth lifted, slightly amused.

“Right now, you need some rest,” the two of them walked together to Gin’s room. The red soul kept her attention solely on the engineer until he fell asleep.

‘Maybe they’re more family than I thought.’

Once again, it seemed like the Host knew what he was doing.

#markiplier #engineer mark #darkiplier

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doctordiscord123 · 11 months ago

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If requests are still open, could you write something about the fantasy au with Bim, King, Dark, and Wilford? I feel like King and Dark didn’t get to interact much and I’m curious about how that would go

Kudos to you for bringing back an au I haven't thought of for nearly 4 whole years

King hummed, dutifully weaving together his latest flower crown with his legs dangling off the edge of the pier, kicking at the water slowly as he watched Bim chase fish in the shallows. None of them were big enough for a proper meal, they both knew that, but it was fun, and King enjoyed watching his boyfriend's theatrics, arcing him tail and poking his head up out of the water to excitedly get King's attention, a fish fisted in one hand.

He didn't see the shark fin traveling steadily toward him. Nor the flash of pink scales beneath the water beside it. He was too enraptured with his little pink and purple flower crown and Bim's antics, not to mention the gorgeous sunset that bathed the ocean in all sorts of color.

"How --"

King shrieked as Dark surfaced by his foot and spoke, falling back on the pier and scrambling away a little. Bim's head immediately surfaced, an expression of concern on his face and teeth partial bared, before he spotted who it was, rolled his eyes, and swam over. He smacked Dark on the shoulder -- who, for his part, looked entirely confused and apologetic with Wilford laughing at his side. "Dad! What are you doing here?"

"...We simply came to visit." Dark shot King an apologetic smile, and the dryad shifted to sit at the end of the pier again, revitalizing the partially crushed flower crown with a bit of plant magic. "...Check up on you two, see how things were going."

"So how are the two lovebirds~?" Wilford threw an arm around Bim, ruffling his hair with a spark of mischief in his eyes. "Hope you aren't doing anything I wouldn't approve of~"

"Dad..." Bim grumbled, shoving Wilford away, and crossed his arms. "We're doing fine. Great even. Go away."

"Oh Bim --" King reached over, placing the flower crown on Bim's head, and he smiled at the two older mermen. "I don't mind if they visit. They must miss you."

All three mermen flushed, and King laughed. Distantly, the leaves of his tree shook with a nonexistent breeze. "We're doing fine, like Bim said. Spring is finally coming, see?" He gestured to his tree, at the new growth coming in that decorated his branches. He smiled softly at Bim, touching the coral flower still tucked behind his ear. "We'll be able to spend more time together soon, now that I'll be able to be out and about more."

"Well --" Dark cleared his throat, and shot King a little smile. "...I trust that you're still good for my son. Bim needs someone to care about, other than himself."

"Hey! I resent that!"

Bim flicked water at Dark, and Dark just laughed, shifting in a way that the mark on his neck caught King's attention. Somehow, those two little pinpricks stood out all the more in the growing shadow of twilight, and King couldn't help but swallow. Dark was trusting him here. Trusting him, a 'land dweller' as Bim liked to call him, with his son. Bim had told him the stories, though nothing Dark confirmed himself. The first vampiristic merfolk...

King flashed a smile back, laughing himself as Wilford joined the water war, and covered his face with his arms. He'd watched this shore for a long time. Centuries, in fact. So -- as the little playful fight wore down, he leaned forward, gently touching Dark's shoulder. "...Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to him."

The look Dark gave him in return was...unreadable. A mix of anxiety, or fear, of dread -- but mostly relief. "...That means more than you know."

#ask discord #anonymous #my writing #fantasy au #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #darkstache #bim trimmer #king of the squirrels #bim trimmer/king of the squirrels #king of the squirrels/bim trimmer #bim trimmer x king of the squirrels #king of the squirrels x bim trimmer

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ricky-tiki-tah · 8 months ago

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Ego Families

While most of the egos consider themselves to be family with egos from their creator, many of them split into much smaller family groups.

Septics

Henrik is the resident father and head of Septic House, with Marvin as his second in command.

Henrik and Jackie consider themselves father and son.

If asked, both Chase and Anti will call each other “my annoying as shit brother”. They share a room because there was nowhere else to put Anti’s computer.

Everyone calls Robbie “little brother”, but Robbie is closest with JJ.

All the Septics learned BSL for JJ and Robbie greatly benefited from that.

Marvin is the resident cat and oldest brother. They look like BB in cat form.

Ipliers

While Dark and Wilford are in charge of the entire estate, their smaller family consists of Artie(KOTS), and Engie (who is technically more Damien’s kid but defaulted to Dark).

Host found a family in Doc after moving into the Manor with Author. Eric was later added to the family when he showed up.

Actor considers all of the egos that he “created” to be his children. (Yancy, Magnum, Murdock, Illinois)

Murdock and Yancy are brothers, who later gained a larger family when Murdock started dating Bim, who had at that point practically adopted Yan.

All of the androids consider themselves to be family, with the Googles calling themselves brothers. Bing doesn’t consider the Googles brothers, but calls them family.

The Jims are clones and have a strange telepathic field they tend to communicate through wordlessly. They call each other brothers and would definitely accept more members if any more Jims are created.

While Annus “created” a fair amount of egos, the only one he considers his kid is Elliot, and Gothan by association. (But only because Elliot decided that Annus was his dad). He spends most of his time with Unus.

Illinois and Camper share the cabin in the woods that once belonged to Author and Host. The duo take care of HeeHoo when needed and spend a fair amount of time with Mermark.

Dave and Mike ended up gravitating towards each other due to their jobs’ similarities and hours, becoming good friends. Dave later ended up looking at the Convict and telling Mike “that one’s ours now” which suited Vic just fine as they aren’t a super social person. Engie is an honorary part of the family due to being Vic’s best friend.

Cranks

Most of the Cranks see each other more as friends or partners, aside from the few siblings.

Mrs Thompson and Father E are the heads of house and resident parents of Crank House.

Mad Mike and Heapass are twin brothers, and their younger brother is Challenge McGee.

Unus, like Annus, has technically “created” multiple egos, but doesn’t really call them family, spending most of his time with Annus, and Elliot and Gothan by association, instead.

Merthan and Gooz spend most of their time with Mermark and will occasionally check up on Mel.

Blank and Eef tend to keep to themselves. Blank often haunts Eef’s monitors.

#ego headcanons #egos #septic egos #markiplier egos #crankgameplays egos

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lostcybertronian · 3 months ago

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Gahhh! I wish I could write as well as you, because I have this 1 scene stuck in my mind for ages, and I don't know how to write it down!

Okay, so, it's like, Yandere is bloody and beaten, tied down to a chair. The perpetrator was her current Senpai, whom she didn't realise was dangerous. But she's grinning as the night gets closer. Senpai asks why is she smiling, and Yandere replies with a "My parents are waiting for me, and I'm never late." "So what? You crazy stalker." Yandere continues to smile, as the room gets darker. "My dads are the most dangerous men in the world, and I'm their favorite daughter."

And then! Dark and Wilford arrives to rescue her. AAAAAHHHH.

I’m torn between writing advice and writing the scene out because this idea is SO awesome. So I’ll do both.

If I’m struggling, I write down a sentence.

Yandere was strapped to a chair.

Gives you an image right? Probably something you’ve seen in a movie. It is perfectly good by itself in terms of imagery, but it doesn’t really tell you about what is going on around her, or in her head.

Let’s expound upon it. Add more detail. What, exactly, does Yandere feel? Where? What are her internal sensations? What are the external? What’s around her?

Thick, nylon straps bit into the chafed skin of her wrists and ankles, and no amount of struggling would free her from the chair. Her head pounded; she could hear the rush of blood. Feel it, dribbling in thick, overwhelming red from her broken nose.

It gives you MUCH more sensation, and really puts you in her body, to feel what she’s feeling. It’s called “zooming in” and it’s something I use a LOT to add more detail and increase word count.

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Her captor loomed over her, leering. Two hours ago she would have basked in his attention, her heart swooning. She would have done anything he’d asked, if he’d only asked it.

But much had changed in those two hours.

Now, she spit a thick, disgusting glob of blood and saliva at him, striking his cheek. He recoiled, lips peeling back from his teeth in a rictus grin.

Then, he backhanded her, adding another bruise to the collection of blue-black mottling her body. “I’ll teach you to respect your betters.”

He must’ve thought that would put the fear of god in her. Instead, she tipped her head back and laughed. “Oh, you’ll regret that.”

He backhanded her again, snapping her head to the side. Something else in her nose went scrunch. “Shut the fuck up!”

But Yandere only laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Bordered on hysterical.

Meanwhile, the room around them grew dark. The lamp in the corner guttered. Went out in a flash of pink sparks. A pair of bright, black eyes appeared over one shoulder, then, over the other, a pair of neon pink ones, pulsing.

Even through the throbbing pain, Yandere grinned wide. “Dads!”

Now her captor faltered. Felt more than saw the presences hovering just behind.

He turned, just as the lamp flickered. Came back on and flushed the isolated basement room in light.

Dark’s hand darted forward, quick as a snake strike, and seized her captor by the throat, manicured nails digging in hard enough to draw blood.

No amount of scrabbling would free him, Yandere knew, but her captor struggled anyway. Futilely.

And then Dark threw him across the room, where he hit the wall with the crack of skull against concrete and collapsed to the floor.

“Save a little for me, Darkie, dear!” Wilford admonished, but Dark only sneered at him and stepped past.

“So rude.” Wilford tsked. Then, his attention was on Yandere. From one of his many pockets he produced his butterfly knife, flipping it through a series of complicated movements before slicing through the nylon straps. It disappeared just as quickly and he held his hand out to her with a wink and a smile. “My dear.”

Yandere took it and allowed him to help her up, giggling when he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, playing the gentleman.

“Darkie,” Wilford called. “I do believe it’s time to go. Our dear, darling daughter requires Doctor Quack-“ a wave of his hand- “you know who. Whatever his name is.”

“Go without me.” Dark didn’t even look up from where he was systemically dismembering what used to be her captor. His white suit remained spotless, where blood pooled on the floor. “I’ll be along.”

“It’s just you and me, then.” Wilford said, twisting at one end of his mustache. “How do you feel about ice cream?”

Then, without waiting for a response, they were gone in a burst of pink glitter.

#darkstache #darkiplier #Wilford warfstache #yandereiplier #Markiplier egos #writersofmark #fanfiction #lostandwandering #lost writing tag #writing prompts #horror #tw torture #tw physical violence #tw blood #tw death #lovely anon #writing advice #asks

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purplerocker-thesims · 2 months ago

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Round 3 - Dwerryhousee (2/2)

First day on the job,

Went to work, but an hour later.

Last day on the job. Didn’t even last an hour and got some place shut down.

Next day, The birthday of Synnove came quick, where her cousin Cynemaer got up and to take to the cake.

Where after, her dad tickled her with the brush he used on the fireplace. Doesn't stop her from looking like a cutie pie, she in her dad's arms.

Once daylight came, Ioseph seek out trouble to keep the mean boy from bothering his dead auntie.

This grown as teenager nearing adulthood, let this little boy, who spent his first few days as a child sick and bedridden to tease him. But he didn't let the boy off easily, chasing him, along the road, where Ioseph's parents could see.

Scaring him, to bits. He ran off inside, leaving Becket to his own advices.

Kicking the grave once more. And So the match will happen.

While Everyone else went to the Bloodworthe Fight Pit, Wilford stayed home with the Synnove.

Where She learns to talk outside to embrace the autumn air, and walked and walk inside, she’s such a smart little girl.

Methodis had a nightmare about being Percival Paschal being a werewolf. Werewolfs don't exist, silly, no. That's just a coincidence that the local werewolf is prowling outside. The howling is just the wind that sounds like Solomon Paschal, but what would he know, he never met him. Methodis is just hearing just the wind, and no werewolves.

Everyone is perfectly safe, it's just the sounds of his parents loving each other, and not a robbery from the yeoman werewolf on the hunt for berries because his poor pregnant wife is craving them.

An attack? And Wilford got scratched? That a wild dream, as if werewolves were real, why would they attack a peasant for exactly 13 berries? And what is that? They are planning an attack on the Cokeses? Oh moonlit lands! what for? The day's events at the Fight pit took a heavy toll on poor, Methodis, but this was happening, and he was hearing it all.

Hearing his mother screaming and his dad fighting against a werewolf, to sadly lose and I didn't mean for him to become a werewolf.

He woke up in fear, that Rovena was going to get hurt by these said werewolves. So, at 3 in the morning, he decided to creep to his parent's room to take a bath, to clean himself of the sweat he wore from his deeply horrifying nightmare. Believing such myths like that wasn't good for him, and needs to just relax. He's be around too many people the day before hand, and surpassed his limits of what he can bare.

He went to his dad, and hugged him for dear life, telling him all about his nightmare. His dad was very dismissive, saying it was just that, a bad dream, no harm has happened and Roo knows there no such thing as Werewolves to keep him safe from what happened last night. He didn't want his son to know that there were things to fear for the sake of keeping him brave and strong.

Wilford: the worse you can fear is Annice. Okay son. Methodis: But daaaaad, It was scary, what if they hurt Rovena Wilford: I'll tell Joyce about it if your so worried about her okay methodis: okay...

(This was not because what happened at the fight pit, this was just bad dice rolls with the werewolves and the household, and me forgetting that werewolves hit twice.)

Once light came, so did the small gathering of the household friends.

Here comes the household friends, a mix bag of sims do not like each other, but they will come together and gossip about the audacity of this settlement. Truly, these sims have some audacity to be acting like fools sometime, and sometime, the betrayal is gobsmacking.

They got out a stool for all of them to find a seat, so Ravenna got the least comfortable seat.

Rovena: “so how’s that marriage? Happy as days?”

Willow: “well and dandy, just a little bit of a struggle with the common cold, and keeping up with everything that needs to be done.”

Dalton: “has everyone got better?”

Willow: “oh yes, everyone is all better now, but I still worry? If not the help of you and Cynemaer, Wilford wouldn’t have see much. However, I don’t know, something is still bothering me.”

Dalton: “what happened?”

Willow: “my dear Willow was attacked by a something. An animal.”

Rovena: “a werewolf!”

Dalton: “mother of moons, what?”

Rovena: “so gossip has it, that werewolves are earths hunters and worrier. Others say they are us in dreams sent to protect those that need it. In the same thought, i heard gossip of there is a werewolf is under the favour of Eadwine.”

Ravenna: “moronic Children tales, that’s what they are.”

Rovena: “moronic?”

Dalton: “stupid, foolish, idiotic, you’re a divvy if you believe them.”

Ravenna: “they are tales told to children. You are moronic is you still believe them. Don’t fill in what she doesn’t understand, it’s all how much her brain has baked from seasons of being put to work with a conditional love.”

Rovena: “hey! They aren’t tales like your dad’s marriage, but sure, tell me again about conditional? Oh right that’s your home life. A condition.”

Willow: “calm down now. I simple just wanted tell someone about sudden break in, stole 13 berries. Why would nature be against us? I mean, we try to stay neutral during all the problems.”

Dalton: “while, yes, you are neutral, we all aren’t the kindness of sims. Nature was trying to kill us off since spring. Killed my sister, my mam, Ravenna’s mam, her grandma. If that’s not a sign, then I don’t know what is.”

Ravenna: “Maybe a sign, not kiss 3 women? I mean, they weren’t secretly about how my grandma kissed your mam and sister.”

Rovena: “what drama did I miss?”

Dalton: “where’s your dad’s grave then?”

Ravenna: “I’ll not spill family struggled. Just know, it’s without punishment.”

Rovena: “If it’s true, what comes of my auntie Joyce and her family if punishment for what? Being a freak?”

Dalton: “what we classing as being a freak? Eadwine’s enjoyment of blondes or women that don’t love him? There can be an argument that, yes, my sister and mother shouldn’t been sleeping and kissing with the same woman, but what’s the worse that could happen?”

Willow: “Nature cleansing of sims being freaks?”

Dalton: “My sister and mam were no freaks, they went all that nice but they knew how to help others. If my mam didn’t die, the midwife wouldn’t have change from Annine due to her crimes to you.”

Willow: “how about dinner?”

They all started just slitting off to talk to each other while dinner was being made.

Taxes:

Made: £3,388

Taxes: £1,355

Rent: 150 (less rent due to wife being a midwife for Genevieve sommer)

#ts2 #ts2 simblr #thesims2 #ts2 medieval #ts2 medieval charter challenge #ts2 custom neighbourhood #ts2 gameplay

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altr5312916195 · 4 months ago

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Day Twenty one - Potion - Marvin, Chase, Damien, Henrik

When the doors opened to the manor, the wind blew in crisp, cold air that burned the skin. “That’s foreboding.” Jack muttered. Marvin smiled at him, pulling him close. “Your observations never cease to amaze me.”

The familiar feeling had Chase’s chest tightening. His steps stuttered causing Henrik to slow his pace to watch him. “Henrik, I don’t like this.” Henrik nudged his shoulder, forcing him forward. “It’s okay, let’s get you inside.”

They entered the other house, into the library. Marvin stopped everyone before entering his room, going in alone. Chase leaned against a bookshelf, biting the skin on the bed of his nails. Henrik watched him, quietly. Damien looked to Wilford. “Do you think this is a good idea?” He whispered. Wilford shrugged. “Suppose it’s the only one we’ve had so far.” Damien looked at Chase. “He’s a mess. I mean, I know why it’s important to us to stop Anti, but he’s really willing to do this for us?” “Think Yani really put it into perspective that there’s actual life here.” Wilford suggested. “Do you think so?” Damien asked. “Why don’t you talk to him?”

Damien’s energy seemed to deflate more with Wil’s suggestion, but he turned to Chase regardless. Chase looked up at Damien, dropping his hand to the side. “What?” He asked, his tone sharp. He took a deep breath and shook his hands a bit. “Are you okay? With this I mean, facing Anti is a lot.” Chase nodded. “Boy, do I know that.” “Sorry. Just seems strange to agree to save a bunch of strangers from your dream demon.” “He’s not..” Chase sighed. “I’m not going to leave him here to ruin another home.” Damien’s eyes widened at this. For a second, he realized that they were in the same boat. Two dads unwilling to let something reap havoc over a family again. “You’re going to save us.” Damien said, without question in his voice. “I hope so.” Chase agreed.

Marvin stepped out of his room, a bottle in hand. He raised it up, shaking it a bit. “This will knock Chase out, get him to his mindscape.” Everyone watched Marvin walk out of the library and followed his lead. He went downstairs to the basement, entering Henrik’s lab.

“I figured it would be best if we did this somewhere he could be monitored.” Marvin said, looking at Henrik. The doctor nodded, and brought Chase into one of his observation rooms. Chase sat down on the bed. “We’re moving pretty fast, aren’t we?” He asked. Henrik flitted around him, grabbing tools and sticking them to Chase. “I think if I ask anymore questions I’ll get too stressed.” The Good Doctor huffed. When he was satisfied he helped Chase lay back. “Once you’re asleep, I’m giving it ten minutes and I’m pulling you out, okay? I don’t care what Marvin says or thinks. I won’t leave you in there with Anti.” Chase nodded. Henrik sighed again, and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “You’ve got this.” And left Chase.

Marvin entered the room after Henrik. “I’m sorry this was what your first day in Raspy Hill was like.” He said. Chase shrugged. “What’s the plan?” Marvin handed Chase the potion bottle. “Once you’re in there, steady yourself and summon him. It shouldn’t be long, you just gotta get close enough to get this on him.” Marvin raised his hand, a sigil glowing on his palm. “This is the sigil of Raspy Hill. There’s a protection spell built in. If you burn this into his skin it should bind him.” “Well, how do I-” Marvin took his hand, placing his palm over Chase’s. He sucked in a breath, the sigil burning into his own hand. “Got it.” Chase said.

Marvin left the room wordlessly. Chase stared at the green substance in the bottle. He desperately needed to eat after this, he was tired of putting concoctions in his body. One more wouldn’t kill him though. He uncapped the bottle, drinking the contents. The glass clinked against the metal table when he set it down.

He tried his best to relax into the cushiony bed. It was quiet, and he could feel everyone’s eyes on him. This feeling wasn’t new though, eyes were always on him now. The room seemed to get colder as he relaxed, his body slipping.

Air rushed past him aggressively, his hand reached out to grip nothing. The wind wrenched his eyes open. He raised his hand up to block the light blinding him, his arms were wrapped in old blood soaked bandages. He took a deep breath, the cold air burning his lungs. And yet the blood in his veins warmed as his feet touched the ground.

#jacksepticeye #markiplier #egotober #egotober 2024 #chase brody #marvin the magnificent

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hexagonaldragons · 2 years ago

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Return of the Creature-ified Toppat Leaders! This one is updated from the last one. (Sorry for reposting!! Also, you'll probably want to zoom in.)

Warning: this one's really long, and has mentions of m**rder and child ab**se.

Here's all their descriptions: Dusty: Not the first leader, but the first leader of the current era. He was a pretty nice guy, and was leader for nearly 40 years.

Cloudface: Dusty's Right Hand. Lead for about 10 years, until the sadness of losing his best friend was too much.

Randy Radman: Just a straight up party animal. Lead for 5 years, and was responsible for getting the airship. They fled once the Clan's funds ran out.

Reynoldo the Brute: Turned the Clan's situation around surprisingly fast. A good fighter, and lead for 15 years, but lost his life in a fight with another gang.

Mr. Dot: one of those three unnamed Toppat leaders in the portrait hall. He had a weird thing for polka dots. The airship was painted with them for a solid 10 years.

Katie Sender: A rather stern leader. Was in charge for exactly 22 years. Lost her eye in a fight with a bear.

Ridley Copperbottom: Reginald's dad, you could probably guess. Ruthless and cruel. He was leader for 19 years.

Jaques B. Kensington: A strange fellow. He was interested in magic, golden clasps, balloons, and his golden deagle who he named Jeremy. His exposure to Chaos magic caused a number of weird things to happen to him. His weight would fluctuate extremely quickly, as well as, rarely, his height. He was leader for about 9 years.

T.R.N.K: A mix of a couple of previous dead leaders. Too much Chaos in his revival caused him to become a monster. Only lead for about a year.

Billy G.: He was kind, and somehow managed to defeat T.R.N.K. He was leader for 5 years, before he secretly agreed to give the position to Wilford.

Sir Wilford IV: One of the strongest Toppat leaders. He was tough and strong, and his scar came from a challenge for leadership. He acted as a mentor to Terrence, and was captured by the CCC for his Chaos-negating abilities. He was leader for 17 years.

Terrence Suave: Considered one of the weakest leaders. Distraught by the loss of Wilford, he became callous and arrogant. He stopped caring about the Clan, his friends, and even his son, who he abandoned at a young age. He was leader for 3 years.

Reginald Copperbottom: The current leader in most timelines. His experiences with Terrence and his father have made him quite paranoid. He strives to be different from them, and is quite kind. By the time Henry meets him, he'd only been leader for 4 years.

The Right Hand Man: He's only leader in timelines where Reginald is arrested, and he's definitely not happy about it. He's quite tired from leading the Clan.

Henry Stickmin: A small-time thief with an unknown past. He's capable of some very, very strange things. Is absolutely overflowing with Chaos energy.

Ellie Rose: Only takes leadership when Henry has betrayed her. Tough, and has a fair amount of Chaos herself.

Sven Svensson: A small fellow. He's great with machinery and piloting. He talks a lot, and often harshly, but its mostly bluffing. He's one of the younger Toppat leaders, being only 23 years old.

#thsc #the henry stickmin collection #stick birds #my drawings

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hiding-under-the-willow · 2 years ago

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You mentioned Damien, and so Dark, having a soft spot for kids. Do you have any thoughts about how any of the other egos think about and interact with kids?

Okay this is probably gonna just be a messy collection of on the spot headcanons but here we go lol

So Ed is obviously horrible with kids. That's just canonical, I don't even feel the need to explain further cause that's like. His whole shtick lmao

I think Bim is similarly bad with kids, but like. In a different way. Ed is just the worst and an asshole. Bim insists that he hates kids but the second you actually put him in the same room as children he's a fucking mess because he just is so awkward around them. He tries to be entertaining and fails completely in his awkwardness. He freaks out anytime they do anything even slightly dangerous. Teenagers scare him half to death. He is just like a panicked mess dealing with anyone under the age of 20.

I think Wilford is great with kids, they find him funny and entertaining and probably question the way reality bends and breaks around him a lot less than most adults, which i think he'd appreciate. But then his detachment from reality maybe goes a little too far and he forgets what is and isn't dangerous for kids. So maybe not a great person to leave alone with children, but as long as he's supervised it's probably pretty chill.

Google does not like children, but if you put him in charge of watching one he's gonna do a great job, he's got the sum total of all human knowledge on childcare just sitting around in his brain. He will complain the whole time, but nothing is going wrong there. Bing on the other hand, while maybe not being as good of a guardian as Google, is much more enthusiastic about kids, especially if they're old enough to get on a skateboard. He's absolutely giving skating lessons.

Dr. Iplier is similar to Google in that he is not particularly enthusiastic about children. He's doing the bare minimum at any given time when it comes to taking care of children. Up until it's a situation in which actual medical attention is needed, then you know he's jumping on that shit so quick. He's got very tired dad energy.

I feel like Yancy has a lot of fears and hesitancy when it comes to kids considering his family background, but in contrast I think that he would be great with kids, making up for the mistakes of his parents, always trying to break the cycle. Very much supportive older brother vibes on that guy. I feel like the same way he picked up a little family in prison he'd just slowly accumulate a group of kids around the city who he's there to be a supportive figure for. Weird artsy kids and punks and rebellious academic types who he's always gonna be ready to protect or steer towards the right path. Maybe he does volunteer work in his free time idk

I feel like The Host is good with kids in theory, like he likes kids and generally feels competent in taking care of them, and he probably gives fucking great advice, but I feel like, especially with younger kids, he kind of tends to accidentally intimidate or scare them. Like he thinks he's telling a funny little story and then ends up accidently saying some freaky existential shit without realizing it's not quite age appropriate and now the kid's crying and he doesn't know what to do. He feels bad about it every time but it does not stop it from happening again. Probably does much better with teenagers.

Illinois is definitely horrible with kids. I don’t make the rules this is just factual. He is absolutely too self absorbed at any given time to actually handle the well being of any kid. He's good at keeping young kids attention though, knows how to be very entertaining. So assuming there's no other factors involved he can at least handle that. I feel like if he tried to pull his usual routine in front of any given group of teenagers though it would lead to him getting ruthlessly made fun of and then he'd hold a vendetta against teenagers just as a group forever.

Mark, similar to Ed, is objectively bad with kids. I mean look at that guy's canon he sucks so fucking bad I would not trust him within 100 feet of a child. To be fair I would trust that bastard fucking actor within 100 feet of just about anyone, but my point stands.

The Jim's should not be trusted with children, they will loose them and/or take them on dangerous investigations and/or harass them for an interview for whatever news story they've invented in their heads on the spot. They think they're great with kids.

#atlas speaks

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whatthesavannah · 2 years ago

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My Y/ns pt.3

AHWM

Name: Kitty Jade Hugo

Known Aliases: Delilah Mary Jackson, Evelyn Holly Wilson

Age: 25

Sex: Female

Gender Identity: Demigender

Relationship status: Single, but has someone in mind

Family: Stan the water man(Bio father), Captain Magnum(step-father), Esme Dove Iplier(sister), Astrid Civis Valentine(sister), Mark E. Iplier(brother-in-law)

Relationships:

Dark: They’re very upset that he interrupted their beautifully planned out (by them) heist, other than that they couldn’t care less about him

Wilford: They don’t wanna meet with him again, he’s just annoying to them mostly.

Yancy: They like him a lot, he’s a real sweetheart, also he doesn’t get upset if they get a little snappy sometimes, they appreciate that, he understands that they’re very stressed.

Illinois: They snap it him so much, honestly he’s a little intimidated by the short son of a bitch but they’ll never know that(they do know, they just don’t say anything), speaking of things that the other won’t know(but do anyways), he’ll never know that some of his flirting does work, sometimes, they’re just very good at keeping their cool, most of the time..

Captain Magnum: They’re legit the reason he even met their dad, and seriously he was a father figure before he was even their father, they love him.

Occupation: Cat thief

Song for vibes: Dumpster, Penelope Scott

Ok byyyyyeeee!!!

#y/n ahwm #ahwm y/n #darkiplier ahwm #ahwm darkiplier #wilford ahwm #ahwm wilford #yancy ahwm #ahwm yancy #illinois ahwm #ahwm illinois #captain magnum ahwm #ahwm captain magnum #ahwm #a heist with markiplier

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inkribbon796 · 2 years ago

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Egotober 2022 Day 3: Magical Ink

Summary: Author figuring out he has powers and doesn’t want the other kids getting them too.

Prompt: Ink

Characters: Author, Wilford

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

~::~ Ten Years Ago ~::~

The Author wasn’t too sure when it started. But it started small. He’d write things and they would happen.

Dark knew first and then the rest of their little family all learned what he was capable of. He spent years trying to figure out what he could do with his powers. The Author could indefinitely keep someone trapped in one of his stories. They didn’t need to eat, or breathe, or go to the bathroom unless he decided that they needed to.

It was incredible. He felt powerful, but he knew his siblings might have powers as well and Author always tried to repeatedly write in his journals that they wouldn’t. All he could feel was fear about that.

That they would get powers and those powers would be better than his.

While he was writing in his journal on a couch on the backyard’s balcony, he missed Wilford walking over to him. “What you have there, Artie my boy?”

“Don’t look!” Author shielded the notebook with his body.

“Calm down, my boy,” Wilford sat down next to him. “Your draft is your own.”

The Author didn’t look at Wilford directly, becoming very twitchy.

“Are you okay, my boy?” Wilford asked.

Author hid his notebook from him, fearful.

“Did something happen, Artie?” Wilford asked.

“No,” Author looked away.

“Alright,” Wilford said and just watched Author for a bit.

“Did you get into a fight again, my dear boy?” Wilford asked. “I know you and Illy aren’t the best at getting along.”

“Fuck Illy,” Author told his adoptive father and turned back to writing in his notebook. The ink of his pen digging into the page.

“You’re very good at that,” Wilford told him. When Author was just staring at him, he added, “At the writing, it was never my strong suit. I was always better at acting a scene over writing it.”

“It’s my journal.” Author’s pen dug a bit harder into the paper as he kept writing.

“And you do a good job with it,” Wilford told him. “I’m certain when you have a draft of something ready, you’ll show it. It’s not like you have a boss commissioning a project.”

Author paused, hands tightening around his notebook.

“I make things,” Author said.

Wilford just smiled at him. “Don’t all creators?”

Author took his pen and jotted down the phrase: “Wilford is wearing a pink shirt.”

It took a second for a change to come over Wilford, his shirt slowly changing color.

“Well, well, isn’t that special,” Wilford smiled as he watched it happen. “That’s quite the gift you have.”

“I don’t want the others to get any,” Author said as he watched Wilford’s old shirt color going back to normal. “Dark likes my power.”

Wilford just watched him for a little bit before speaking up. “I think you and your siblings are very special and your father and I love you very much.”

Author looked away from Wilford. “I want to be special.”

“You are, my boy, I assure you, you are,” Wilford said.

“I don’t want Illy to get a power, he’ll be more special,” Author looked back up at him.

“You and I don’t control that, Artie,” Wilford said. “We’ll just have to see what happens.”

Author didn’t like that but he and Wilford sat on the balcony for a bit before going back inside for an afternoon snack.

The next day it wasn’t Illinois who got a specialized power. It was Yan. It started small, making her teddy bear appear out of thin air. It would take another day for them to realize what she was doing, and by then Illinois and Yancy had developed their own special abilities.

Author would be upset and throw a fit but he had to admit. His gift was still the most powerful. And he would have to take some consolation in that.

#Egotober2022 #Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Wilford Warfstache #the Author #father-son bonding #quality father-son time #domestic fluff #familial fluff #Wilford is a good dad #I will die on that hill

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merverelli · 6 years ago

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a celebration for wilfords birthday, and how ugly 70s fashion is

#markiplier #markipliertag2 #wilford warfstache #wilford motherloving warfstache #secretmarkiplier #just like art #happy birthday you fashion disaster #also hello its been a while since i posted art #its been a rough month but hey it just be like that sometimes #and i went to ywt in melbourne!!!!#it was really good too the dad sitting in front of me laughed at their jokes a lot #youre welcome tour spoilers #ywt spoilers #just in case #and wade got booed for saying he preferred sydney over melbourne #and my side (green) won 15 - 0 #shout out to the warfstache cosplayer who got up on stage too during then you looked incredible and im sorry you lost #the 12 year old girl sitting next to me hated me im sorry for losing my mind for the whole 2 hours #anyway it was really good everyone did great 10/10 #bye love you

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creat0r-cat · 2 years ago

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Iplier Egos x Reader HCs - Pregnancy HCs

Warning: LONG

Darkiplier

Well received

He’s happy to hear that you’re pregnant

Heck, he’s elated (but he won’t show it in front of the other egos cause edgy boss ego gotta keep his image)

More than willing to provide you with everything you need during your nine months

He can give you anything ;)

Isn’t really bothered by weird stuff like your cravings or increased/decrease in affection

Wilford throws you two a gender reveal party during your 5th month (Dark isn’t really one for parties but goes along with it for you)

You two are having a girl!

Dark starts to read books about how to keep boys away from his little girl (for the future)

Occasionally, if you two are cuddling, he’ll place his hands on your swollen belly and smile while nuzzling you lovingly

Is with you throughout the entire pregnancy (or as much as he can be)

Will hold your hand and whisper words of encouragement during labor

“It’s okay, darling. It’s almost over.”

“You said that three hours ago!”

“... I’m trying to help you.”

After an exhausting 16 hours of labor, you’re finally finished and the wails of a baby can be heard throughout the room

He’ll deny it, but Dark shed a few tears while holding his newborn daughter

Her name, decided by the both of you, was Celine Iplier

Wilford

WHAATTTTTTT

REALLY????

Happy mans

Jumping for joy and running around telling everyone he can find that he’s gonna be a dad

You find it adorable

Lots of kisses :3

He doesn’t mind your cravings and 9 out of 10 times he will try any weird concoctions you come up with

Is very impatient when it comes to finding out the sex of the baby

The egos make him wait an entire extra month to find out

Bing and Google work together to throw the gender reveal party

Bing comes up with the idea to make him wait even more by making the inside of the cake blue and pink, the reveal balloons white, and more stuff like that

Wilford looks like he’s going to explode into glitter

Suddenly, Eric nervously comes forward wearing a pink Hawaiian shirt

“C-cong-gratulations.. I-it’s-s a g-girl.”

Chaos ensues

Key word: excitement

Likes to talk about dancing with his little girl when she’s old enough

It brings a smile to your face whenever he has these sweet lil’ gushes of happiness

He was doing an interview when you went into labor

Dr. Iplier began helping you through your labor pains and instructs Google to contact Wilford

Your husband teleports into the room in a panic

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ve gotcha!”

He happily holds his daughter, Willow Warfstache, in his arms quite a few hours afterward

“Wilford? Are you crying?”

“No, I’ve just got something in my eyes.”

“Oh yeah, like what?”

“TEARS!”

Actor

He just stares at you

“What did you just say?”

You repeat the news and he blinks, processing the information

“P-pregnant? Like, we’re going to have a kid?”

You confirm his question, now feeling very nervous

He is looking everywhere but at you, not being able to speak properly

“Y-you.. I.. we.. w-what..”

With a sigh, he turns away and starts to leave

You call after him but he tells you he needs time to think

He doesn’t come to speak to you for a few hours

You’re in the living room of the mansion, a fire crackling in the fireplace while you read a book, trying to take your mind off of things

He walks in and sees you there and, after taking a deep breath, he goes to talk to you

“(Y/n).. darling.”

“I’ve made up my mind, Mark, and I'm telling you now. I’m keeping this baby, whether you want them or not. I don’t care if you won’t want me around, but-”

He sits next to you, kissing you gently on the cheek and you turn to look at him

“That’s the thing, my dear. We’re going to be a family. I’m going to be with you every step of the way. I love you, and I’m going to take care of you and our baby.”

He meant it

He honestly did a pretty good job of it too

Sure he had a few things to gripe about, but he kept his word

You two don’t have a gender reveal party and instead keep to yourselves (for the time being)

Surprise! You’re having a little boy!

Has doctors come to the mansion when you go into labor

He’s starting to tear up and he’s more than happy to hold his son for the first time

“I never thought I could be so happy..”

Five years later, Actor is in a meeting with the other egos when there is a knock at the door

Google goes to answer when it suddenly opens and a little boy runs into the room

“Daddy! Daddy!”

Actor is shocked as (Y/n) quickly comes into the room, looking embarrassed

“S-sorry, we were going to surprise you when the meeting was over. David Iplier, I told you to stay in the hallway.”

Actor ruffles the boy’s hair, “It’s okay. I was definitely surprised.”

Just then they realized how silent the room was until Wilford let out a loud, “YOU HAVE A KID?!”

“Yes I do.” confirmed your husband, getting up and walking to the exit, “The meeting was basically over anyway so I’ll be taking my leave. Buh-bye!”

He took you and your son by the hand and departed, leaving behind a conference room full of shocked and confused looking egos

Dr. Iplier

Is very surprised but takes it well

“You really are full of surprises, aren’t you, (Y/n)?”

Honestly, he’s very excited and tells a few people at the hospital he works at as well as a few other egos

Being a doctor, he knows just what to expect from the pregnancy and, while he can’t always be home to take care of you (he does have a job after all), he does try his best to do what he can

Constantly checking up on you to make sure you feel okay

He’s the one to do the ultrasound on you and you can see his eyes sparkle when he sees his child for the first time

During the fourth month (when you can slightly begin seeing what sex the child is), he happily tells you that you’re having a boy

When one of the egos (probably Wilford but who knows) asks if they know yet, he’ll tell that ego about his son with a smile

Surprise, not surprise, he’s actually the one to deliver his own child

He was at work when an ambulance rushed in with you on a stretcher, obviously in labor

His eyes go wide and he runs to your side, grabbing your hand and giving you a quick kiss on the forehead

“It’ll be okay, (Y/n). Just breathe and get ready to push.”

The labor lasted around ten hours but it was worth it

Dr. Iplier was the first to hold his little boy and he was so incredibly happy

“He’s perfect, (Y/n).. thank you..”

“What do you think his name should be?”

“How about.. Liam? Liam Ipier.”

Google

Very surprised and confused

He wasn’t aware that he could get you pregnant

Yes, he knew he was very much like a human, but not THAT much

He does realize that the timing checks out though and knows that you wouldn’t lie to him about something so important

He’s happy and is sure to tell you that

He is also happy to do what you ask in order to make the pregnancy easier for you

Primary objectives are:

- 1) To answer questions as quickly as possible

- 2) To take care of his wife and future child

- 3) To destroy mankind (he has determined that this objective needs to be put on hold and possibly terminated though that last part’s still up for debate)

Will go with you to every doctor’s appointment and makes sure you feel okay

There are some very difficult parts of the three trimesters specifically when the baby is developing their more human-like parts

These complications were very much obvious during the third ultrasound

“It seems,” said Dr. Iplier in confusion, “that your child has some metal growing on her skin. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.”

Yup! You and Google are going to be the proud parents of a little cyborg girl

By the way, Google is now 100% sure that the child is his because of this discovery

However, due to the fact that your daughter is part metal, it was pre-determined that she would have to be taken out via a c-section rather than a natural birth

It was just safer that way

When the time came and you went into labor, after a few minutes of waiting in the operating room, some surgeons came and introduced to the world a beautiful baby girl

Google smiled as he held his daughter in his arms for the first time and you watched his reaction from your bed with a smile

She was very small and had small plates of metal that were visible on both of her cheeks and on her upper arms

“Hey Google?”

*ping*

“How does the name ‘Eve’ sound for your daughter”

“I think it’s perfect, my dear.”

Bing

I doubt the baby was planned but he’s happy to be a father anyway

Secretly he’s wondering if he’s actually able to get you pregnant but whatever he has a feeling the kid is his…. somehow..?

Tries his best to provide for you when you need things but probably ends up needing help from the other egos for a few things

Tries to act more mature at the doctor’s office when you go for checkups and ultrasounds

He likes to cuddle you and especially kiss your stomach

“Just givin’ the baby some love. Can’t have them feeling left out.”

Like in Google’s HC, there are some complications and you two find out that the kid is a cyborg

Bing’s happy when you two discover as well that you’re having a little boy

“We can name him Bing Jr. and I can teach him how to skateboard!” He told you excitedly

You secretly doubt you’ll end up calling your son Bing Jr. but decide to let your husband dream before a final decision is made

Well the decision comes faster than you two originally thought because you went into labor three weeks early

Your son is born via a c-section prematurely and while he is put in an incubation chamber in your hospital room, you and Bing are very worried but believe that he’ll be alright

“Hang in there little buddy.” Bing says softly, putting his hand up to the clear wall that contained his son

As he said that, the little boy opened his eyes and began to softly cry

The doctor informed the two of you that he would have asthma, as his lungs weren’t completely developed when he was born, but that he had a very good chance of survival

When you all were finally able to leave about a month later, Bing was the one to come out of the hospital with little Bing Jr. in his arms

Yancy

PANIC

“Y-youse is pregnant?? Oh gosh, what will I tell Mr. Murderslaughter?”

He’s starting to hyperventilate and you hold him tight, calming him down after a few minutes

Yancy knew that he had already gotten special permission in the past to get married to you, his now wife, outside of the prison and in a Church, but this would probably not fly

Don’t get him wrong, as he tells you, he wants the kid

He really wants the kid (he had secretly wanted to be a father for a long time), but he’s worried about how the other prisoners and especially Mr. Murderslaugter would think if they found out

You assure him that everything will be alright and you both nervously go to the warden’s office and tell him the big news

There was a large moment of silence before he orders you both into separate solitary confinement cells

You both spend around 24 hours there before you’re both ordered back to the warden’s office

Mr. Muderslaughter tells you that, while he is a bit upset that you and Yancy did that, realizes that this will be a learning experience for all of them should this happen again, whether it be through you or someone else

So, soon everyone knows the big news and everyone is actually willing to help out

A surprising amount of the other prisoners are fans of babies

Unfortunately, prison food couldn’t quell all of your cravings but you put up with it

Yancy, who was happy to hear all of the encouragement from his fellow inmates, was happy to help you around as your belly grew

He was certainly fascinated when the baby started kicking

“I think they're gonna be either a fighter or a dancer. What’da think, sweetheart?”

Surprisingly enough, your child went over their due date by three days before you went into labor

It was a long and painful twelve hours before your son was born

Yancy couldn’t hold back tears as he held the little boy who slept quietly in his arms

“He’s… so handsome.”

You giggled tiredly, “Yup, just like his father.”

Yancy smiled at you before his looked at his son again

“(Y/n)? Could we maybe name him Clifton?”

“May I ask why? I’m not saying no, m’just curious.”

“It.. Clifton was my dad’s name. I think it suits the lil’ guy.”

You couldn’t help but smile and as you looked at the sleeping child, you realized that he was right

“Clifton.. Yeah I like that name too.”

Illinois

He has very conflicting thoughts on the matter

Yes, he’s happy he’s going to be a dad, but that means he would have to temporarily (if not permanently) give up treasure hunting

“Darling, will this affect how I do my work? I mean, I can’t exactly go exploring with a baby.”

“That’s what you’re worried about?”

You’re a little hurt that his mind is elsewhere in regards to your big news, but honestly you should’ve seen it coming

Illinois looks sad, “With you being pregnant, I can’t just take you with me because something could happen to you and thus the baby.”

You frown sadly but then discuss a compromise with him

He can go treasure hunting by himself until you’re either five or six months pregnant then he has to come home (to LA where the two of you bought a house for when you’re not adventuring) and stay there until I’m well enough to take care of our kid on our own

He was hesitant at first but then took the deal

So yeah, he was gone for the first six months of your pregnancy, but he did make sure to call to make sure that you were okay

You told him unfortunately that you personally might have to retire from treasure hunting to be a stay-at-home mom and while he looked kinda sad about it, agreed that it was a logical decision

On a happier note, you told him that you found out that you two were going to have a daughter

He’s honestly very excited about that (he never knew he could be so happy about something like that)

When he comes back home, he’s pleasantly surprised by the sight of his VERY pregnant wife fast asleep on the living room couch

He can’t help but smile as he goes and gently wakes you up with a soft kiss

He keeps his word and stays with you for the next three months and is there with you when you go into labor

It was a tough 16 hours before your little girl was born and Illinois found himself on the verge of tears as he held his daughter

“She’s so beautiful..”

“So, what do you think her name should be?”

Illinois thought about it for a minute before responding

“Crystal. We met because of one, and now we’re closer because of one.”

You couldn’t help but smile as he passed the little girl to you and you kissed her softly on the forehead

“I like the sound of that.”

Engineer

PANIC

His mind is racing as he stares at you in shock

“I got the Captain pregnant I got the Captain pregnant I got the Captain pregnant”

Yes, he knows the two of you are married, there’s no issue with that, but YOU’RE PREGNANT???

“C-captain.. I-I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll help me raise this kid. They’re yours too.”

“Y-yup! That works!”

It was quite the surprise when it was announced six months later for everyone to hear

You and Mark had been on the low, you personally doing a lot of work at the home you and Mark shared on the colonization planet in order to not stress yourself out

However, someone (Gunther) found out when he came over for a surprise visit to see Mark and ended up seeing you working from a laptop

Gunther was about to say high when the then noticed the casual clothes that clothed your swollen belly

Yeah, Mark told him to not say anything as you two were trying not to make a big deal over it, but he ended up telling everyone

A doctor from the Invincible II had been checking up on you for the past few months and told you both earlier on that you would be having a little boy

When you finally went into labor, a c-section had to be done because the umbilical cord was wrapped around the baby’s neck

Mark was very frightened when he found out but you reassured him that it would be okay, as the doctors knew what they were doing

When you two were presented with your new child, Mark started crying happy tears and he hugged you who held your little boy

“I can’t believe I got so lucky.. To have such a beautiful family..” He whimpered as you kissed away his tears

“Do you want to hold him?”

He did and when he held his son, Daniel Iplier, he smiled shakily and kissed the baby on the forehead

“I love you two… so much..”

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