#darkiplier x antisepticeye

[captainbee66]

I miss the era of the internet where everyone had an evil alter ego/character that would show up on their channel, just to be silly, that eventually got a lot of lore from the fandom for no reason. It was a simpler time.

[jacksepticeye-simp]

I don't think there's a single completed Darkiplier fanfic on wattpad that hasn't included Antisepticeye at some point, even if it's in a sequel fic. And I eat it tf up every time because i live for Antisepticeye vs. Darkiplier kinda shit So basically, when in doubt, turn Anti into a plot device

[mothgodofchaos]

Maybe some like really flirty Anti x male reader where the reader is super nervous when Anti gets flirty because he's not used to being flirted w so much and Anti like absolutely loves making the reader character flustered n stuff

Eggnog

Technically this is more fitting for Christmas, but I recently played the new Home Safety Hotline DLC so holiday parties were on the mind.

Antisepticeye (Anthony) x M!Reader ft. Darkiplier (Damien), TW: drunkenness Words: 274

“How’re ye doin’?”

Anthony leans across the table at you, a bit of an intoxicated smile on his face. Holiday party, and apparently these people know how to party. He’s in the IT department, so you haven’t seen much of him around.

“Umm, I’m fine.”

“Handsome lad like ye workin’ in a place like t’is? Waste o’ looks, in my opinion.”

His bluntness catches you off guard, making you hide in your drink to avoid commenting on it.

“T’e least t’ey could do is stick ye at reception so t’e rest o’ us can see a pretty face when we enter in t’e building.”

“Anthony, leave the poor boy alone…”

“Oi, we’re fine over here! Buzz off, old man.”

Anthony playfully pushes Damien away, leaving Damien to just roll his eyes as he walks off.

“As I was sayin’, why are t’ey stickin’ ye in a cubicle? Don’t want t’eir competitors t’ snatch ye up? Or do t’ey t’ink ye’ll be a distraction t’ yer coworkers?”

“I-I don’t know, I just work here.”

“We all do, yet yer t’e first t’in’ I’ve seen t’at makes it wort’ it t’ come in.”

His Irish accent becomes more difficult to understand the more drunk he is. He downs another pint of eggnog, much to the horror of Damien, who witnesses it from across the room.

“Anthony! I am cutting you off. This is a company party.”

“T’ey won’t fire me, I have access t’ all o’ yer search histories.”

“Annus Christ…”

“Did ye know t’at Mark looks at po-” “That is enough, thank you, Anthony.”

“Yer welcome!”

Oh gods, this is gonna be a long night.

[ijwrff]

Prisoner-Part 7

Am I evil for this? Maybe. Y'all bout to find out.

Tw; swearing

@serenitydusk @thattiredanimator1t0mblr @viciouslyyearning

Word Count: 1,363

Anti most certainly didn’t want to go to this little meeting, and he made that very clear. Between groaning and openly saying “This fucking sucks” several times as you played your game. He knew once you were done with that section of the game, that you’d want to meet with Dark about whatever this agreement was. He was dreading it with every inch of his being. 

You finished up quickly, wanting to know what it was and how it would go. Maybe their agreement involved you going home? That didn’t seem right…it was mentioned as if it was something bigger than that. More important to them, and possibly to you. You HAD to know. It was urgent, and on the off chance that it meant you could go home you needed to be involved in that conversation as soon as possible. 

You looked at Anti and smiled, even though it came off as very nervous. “So…to Dark’s castle?” You tried to make it sound less like you were excited, and more of a casual question. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy your time with Anti…even if he had a few screws loose. Dark was calmer by far, so if you had to talk about this “agreement” you’d rather do it with Dark present. 

He might have some control over the situation, and keep Anti at bay if all went wrong. Might. 

Anti made an irritated noise, but reluctantly composed himself as much as he could and grabbed your hand. He led you to the front, and you couldn’t help but notice the sparks coming off his other hand. His eyes flashed with colors of green and yellow, and it intimidated not just you…but all the other demons who walked past. They took great care to stay as far as possible from the two of you. 

You had no idea what to say, and neither did he. It didn’t take long to realize Anti could be a talker, so knowing he was being quiet only made you more anxious for this conversation. He would look at you with calculating eyes, and you would look back only for the both of you to look away. This was so…awkward. Was the agreement really something to be so nervous about?

Within moments of leaving out the front entrance, your vision blurred and you arrived at Dark’s castle. It wasn’t exactly welcoming, but as Dark said it was more composed. More solid, and stable. It seemed foreboding however, and the walk to Dark’s office was silent. For the most part. You could still hear demons talking and rummaging around, but you had yet to see one of them. 

Anti didn’t bother to knock, and walked straight into the room with you in tow. He made sure not to let go of your hand, as if to show Dark that Anti was holding your hand instead of him. He squeezed tightly several times, but made sure not to squeeze too hard. Humans were far more breakable than demons, and he reminded himself of that often when around you. 

Dark looked up from his desk and frowned at Anti, before smiling softly at you. “What brings you back? Was he mistreating you?” His smile turned into a look that terrified you. You had to remind yourself it wasn’t directed at you. It didn’t phase Anti, however, and the two glared at each other with unspoken words. 

“N-No! It wasn’t that…it’s just…” Now seeing them seethe at each other made your confidence dissolve, but you had to be strong. “I wanted…to know what your agreement was.” You scanned their faces, and tried to get a hint as to what it was before it was said. 

Anti looked irritated, and Dark looked perplexed. “Oh…I see.” He gestured to the two seats in front of the desk, “Sit down. We’ll discuss it.” Dark also looked as if he was dreading the conversation, but the look went away quickly and was replaced with calmness. You couldn’t tell if that calmness was genuine, but if it wasn’t he was a damn good actor. 

You both sat down, and Dark tried to formulate the words. “It’s an agreement about you.” Those words were already terrifying, and seeing your confusion and fear he continued. “We can’t say we hold extremely strong feelings for you, but that has changed over time.” This was sounding…odd. And conflicting. 

Anti spoke up, “We’d like to try and court you. There. Happy, Dark? I used your words.” Both turned to you and had anticipating looks on their faces. Anti in particular looked more afraid, as if he was exposing a great weakness of his. “But you can pick who you chose. Our agreement…” He trailed off, and Dark finished the sentence for him once several moments had passed. 

“Was that we each take you on a series of dates. Get to know you, and you can get to know us. We will not hold…many…strong negative feelings about your choice.” He folded his hands on his desk and tried to gauge your reaction. When he saw confusion once again, he continued. “We will be patient, and respect your decision.” 

You had…no words. Was this really happening? Two demons that kidnapped you…wanted to go on dates with you. This has become an extremely difficult situation very quickly. “I…I…” Was all you could get out. You wanted to tell them how you felt, but any thoughts on negative repercussions halted your attempts. 

“It’s alright dear, take your time.” Dark said, and looked at you concerned. Was the thought really so terrifying you couldn’t speak? “We can protect you. Better than anyone else can.” He tried to reaffirm your beliefs, if they were even there. “We are kings of the void, and could provide you any kind of life you saw fit. No need to make the decision now.” 

After a good while of silence from Anti, he decided to throw his two cents in, “We get you need time. Just don’t take too long, and make the right choice. At least try it out. See who you like more.” He sniffed and rubbed his nose, being reluctant to have this conversation at all. You just looked so…conflicted. It was making him nervous. 

They both allowed you several moments, and you tried to gather your words as carefully as possible. “I…I can’t.” You closed your eyes, not knowing what was about to happen to you. Hearing them both suck in breaths, you opened your eyes to see Dark and Anti’s auras, or whatever they were called, flickering aggressively in the air around them. It felt suffocating. 

“At least give one of us a fucking chance! Just some dates! It’s no big deal!” Anti growled, but Dark’s look had him calm down slightly. “We wanna know you. Everything about you.” It sounded broken, with how his voice glitched and his emotions overflowed. 

Dark leaned forward, getting just a little bit closer to you. “Why can’t you? Be honest.” He looked into your eyes, but you tore your gaze far from him. “We could provide for you, care for you. Be yours, as much as you’d be ours. I know I could give you the lavish life of your dreams. Anti could do…something…for you.” He trailed off, trying to think of what Anti could possibly do. He saw himself much higher up than the glitch demon, but he respected him to the smallest extent. 

“Fuck off Dark! I can make sure,” He directed his eyes to you and made sure you were looking at him, “That you always have fun. No rules, no regulations, just anything you want to do you can. Travel the human world, gain authority, take you anywhere you want to go.” His eyes were flickering with electricity it seemed, and it made you look away. “So why. Can’t. You.” His voice sounded guarded, but still angry. 

“Because…” Their strong reactions were terrifying, and you wanted nothing more to go back home. Somewhere you were safe, no demons in sight. But you had to say those six words. Maybe they would understand? Leave you alone? It was wishful thinking. 

“Because I already have a boyfriend.” 

[muscari-melpomene]

Want, and Need

Chapter 3 of Counterbalance!

"It's supposed to be his job," said Anti sharply, and Dark sighed like he was trying to keep his temper, shutting his eyes for a moment. Anti was standing firmly in front of him, arms crossed, and no way in hell was he about to back down. "You said it was Wil's job to take them."

"It's not good for him to be there so often."

"He loves it there."

"That's why it isn't good for him."

"And it's good for you?"

"Anti," said Dark, opening his eyes to glare, "this-"

"If you tell me the fucking manor sucking your soul out isn't my concern, I will start screaming."

"I was going to say 'not up for discussion', actually."

"You fucker-"

"Anti."

"Don't," Anti nearly snarled, a glitch tearing down his back and fizzling out his words, "don't you dare use that bullshit on me, Dark. Why the fuck have you been feeding the manor, and why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't tell you for exactly this reason!" Dark threw his hands up and turned away, starting for the stairs. "I didn't tell you because you're only going to do this, and there's no point telling you anything else about it because you won't fucking listen."

Anti glitched out and appeared in front of Dark, shoving him back into the living room.

"Do not walk away from me-"

"What else am I meant to do," Dark gritted out, catching Anti's arm and pushing him away before Anti could shove at him again. "You're acting like a child."

"I'm the child? Wil's the one who hangs on your every fucking word, who can't understand that not everything's a part of his stupid little game-"

"-And the longer he's at the manor, the worse his delusions get-"

"William," said Anti slowly, "is not. Coming. Back. He's gone. Wilford isn't going to snap out of being Wilford, that's all there is left of him."

Dark was silent, watching Anti with cold, hard eyes. Anti stared back.

"And even if he did come back," he continued, ignoring the high-pitched ringing slowly building in the corners of the room, "he wouldn't know you. He wouldn't want you. He wants Damien and Celine. He doesn't want Dark. He never has."

"...And you do?" said Dark, all cold calmness now. "You want the shells of them, crumbled and mixed into a new mortar and plastered over the cracks of a broken body?"

"I want-"

"And what do you want with that body, Anti? Do you want it to abandon the power that sustains it, to lie helpless on the floor for you?"

Anti shook his head sharply, pushing away the image. "That's not-"

"Do you want it isolated like one of your victims?" Dark demanded, moving closer, "no ties, no escape? A doll to keep to yourself? Or perhaps you want this forever, fights every night because I dare to have a priority that isn't you and you need the struggle, the suffering, the pain my divided attention costs me- am I nothing but misery for you to have your fill of? When do your teeth sink in to my neck, then, when do I wake up to my last morning with you to see you grinning and sated?"

"Stop," said Anti, voice ragged as he grabbed at Dark's shirt, "Stop, stop it. Please stop it."

"Why should I?" said Dark, head held high. He didn't push Anti away.

Anti tipped forward, letting his head fall against Dark's shoulder.

"...Every time you feed the manor," Anti mumbled, "you get further away from me. It might as well be you getting tossed in that fucking basement. I hate it. I hate it, it's hurting you. You're tired when you come back, you're... less of you. More of it. It's gutting you to make more room for itself, because who you are isn't what it wants you to be, you don't want to be like it, I know you don't."

"How would you know that?" asked Dark. His voice was still cold, still impatient, but it was... softening. Just a little. Anti took a deep breath.

"I know you have nightmares."

Dark stiffened a little, and Anti kept talking.

"You're good at hiding it. Really good. But you can't pretend when you're asleep. I see your face move, I feel you get tense, like you want to run... and when you wake up, you look like you just got back from giving it a fresh body. It wants all of you, and you're afraid. And I don't want your fear."

"Why not?"

"I need you."

"You need to-"

"I need more than feeding," said Anti tiredly, shutting his eyes. "I need you. You next to me. Your arms. Your voice. Your terrible fucking interior design choices-"

Dark huffed like he was trying not to laugh, and Anti stored it away to feel smug about later.

"-your rants about the dumbass dog next door and the lemon window upstairs, your pretentious, stupid filing systems, you, Dark, I need you. I want you. And the manor wants to take you away from me, and I'm not going to fucking let it."

A long, quiet moment passed. Dark's hand pressed into the small of Anti's back, and Anti did not cry as Dark finally curled into him, holding him carefully.

"I need you, too," he murmured, setting his chin on Anti's head and stroking his hand up and down Anti's back. "I want you, too. And I... I don't want it. But it will kill me if I don't let it in."

"It'll still kill you if you do," said Anti miserably, and Dark sighed.

"...Maybe. Maybe it will. But there's time to figure that out, alright? I'm not dying right now, am I? I'm right here. With you."

Anti finally unclenched his hands from Dark's shirt, only to wrap his arms around his boyfriend's neck, pressing closer against him.

"...You're here," he agreed. Dark nodded.

"I'm not leaving you. I don't want to leave you."

"Promise," Anti demanded.

"I promise," said Dark, without hesitation.

...

Chase kept his eyes shut, and hated every second of it. But this was- this was important. This was important, and if Henrik tried anything Marvin was right there to set him on fire. Marvin was good at fire.

Chase tried to focus on that, on the memory of Marvin getting startled by his own damn cat and setting the ceiling fan on fire that one time. It was better than focusing on Henrik muttering to himself as he took notes on Chase's last answer.

"...Alright," said Henrik finally, and the frenzied sound of scribbling stopped, "there is... no evidence that the connection has changed. Decreased paranoia does not indicate it has weakened, it is simply the natural progression of increased security in the absence of an attack. All that remains is to-"

"Do we really have to do this part?" Said Marvin, and Higgins yowled. Henrik sighed, agitated.

"Yes, we do. It's the most important part of this check-in, you are well aware of that."

"Then- then couldn't I do it? This once?"

Chase frowned. Marvin sounded more worried than usual.

I should tease him about that later.

"Were you possessed by the anomaly?" Henrik snapped, "Chase has the strongest connection to it, he is our best avenue of insight. Don't let your emotions cloud your judgement, Chase will be fine."

Chase tried very hard not to think about the word 'possessed'.

"You don't know that," Marvin muttered angrily. Henrik sighed again, more pointedly this time. Chase was pretty sure Marvin would throw hands with Henrik if he wasn't so scrawny. Henrik wasn't much to look at either, but he definitely had the height advantage. Marvin did have magic, though, and an unmatched level of pure, unadulterated spite, and honestly Chase would pay to watch him kick the shit out of-

"Chase, I said focus," said Henrik.

"Always ruining my fun," Chase muttered. Marvin snorted, and Chase could feel Henrik holding back one last sigh.

"Reach out to him," Henrik commanded. This was the part Chase hated. He'd had his eyes closed through the whole questioning process to help disengage from his body, because if he was too present, too connected with what was happening around him, he wouldn't be able to...

...to feel Anti. And the others needed him to, needed any information on Anti they could possibly get. They needed him to do this, and it was all he could actually do for them, and damned if he was going to keep all of them trapped because it scared him. Damned if he was.

Chase took a deep breath, and reached out.

"Chase," said Marvin, half-frantic from where he knelt in front of Chase, "Look at me- can you hear me? Chase, can you hear me?"

"Why'm I on the floor?" Chase mumbled thickly, frowning stupidly at Marvin. Marvin was on the floor with him, holding him by the shoulders, looking ready to pass out with relief.

"Because you fell," he said, voice sharp with what sounded like anger but going by his expression was worry. "You went still, you started crying, and you fell-"

Marvin turned to glare up at Henrik, eyes glowing faintly green.

"You said he'd be fine."

"He doesn't look hurt," Henrik shrugged. "Chase, would you mind getting up?"

"Fuck off, Henrik-"

"He's miserable," said Chase slowly. Marvin looked back at him, frowning. Henrik tilted his head. Neither of them spoke. Chase swallowed. "Anti," he clarified pointlessly, "he's... he's miserable. Feels helpless. Angry, but not in a 'killing people' way. He's usually happy when he kills people, actually-"

"Chase," said Marvin, squeezing his shoulder, "we should get you to bed."

Henrik paused in his frantic note-taking to glare at Marvin.

"...Yeah, actually," said Chase after a moment, "that'd be... yeah. Sorry, Hen, I'll- I can write it all up for you later."

Henrik pressed his lips together, clearly frustrated, but nodded.

"...Alright. I had better pack up, then."

Marvin helped Chase off the floor, and Chase tried to shake off the last of the suffocating, cloying, helpless anguish that had rushed in on him from all sides. Higgins brushed against his ankle as Marvin guided him down the hallway and into the office he'd usurped and turned into- well, it wasn't really a makeshift bedroom anymore. It had been over a year. He was probably officially Marvin's roommate now.

"You're hovering," he told Marvin as the other herded him to the bed. The mattress felt softer than it had been that morning.

"You gave us a fright," said Marvin. Chase grinned up at him, and Marvin folded his arms.

"What."

"Knew you cared," Chase teased. Marvin went pink. Gods, he was so fucking easy.

Higgins jumped up onto the bedspread and curled up at Chase's feet purring loudly, and after a moment Marvin relented and sat on the edge of the bed.

"...are you alright?" he asked softly, and something flipped over behind Chase's ribs.

Not the time, Brody, really, definitely not the time.

"I'm fine," said Chase, only lying a little bit. "It's... they're not really my emotions, and I only feel him in- in my head for a moment, so... I'm fine."

"You were crying."

"Can't prove it."

"Chase."

"Marv," he said, taking Marvin's hand and doing his level best not to think about it, "I'm fine. I'll be fine. You should go make sure Henrik's not doing any bullshit out there, okay? I'll be fine."

Marvin hesitated just long enough for Higgins to meow impatiently.

"Fine," he said, dropping Chase's hand to stand up, "alright, I probably should see him out... I'll bring you some tea, alright?"

"Thanks," Chase hummed, giving him a smile. Marvin nodded sharply, and left. As soon as the door shut behind him, Higgins climbed up to settle on Chase's chest, purring loudly and nuzzling his head into Chase's shirt.

"Good kitty," said Chase, voice cracking halfway through. He took a deep, shaking breath, burying a hand in the cat's fur. "Good kitty. Thank you."

[valpus-writing]

Happy Birthday Anti!

Something something Anti cutting up Jameson for fun for its birthday with Dark watching making out with the bloodied up Jameson only to turn and get Dark all bloody and make out with them because it is the birthday boy. something might show up about this but I have deleted it like 5 times not happy so Happy birthday to my favorite character

[the-wild-ego]

Send me asks too, let me know what you'd like to see!! :)

[jacksepticeye-simp]

If you do poly stuff, maybe a cute date between Dark, Anti, and the reader? If not, just a date with one or the other is great. Enjoy your stuff. :)

Date night (Darkiplier x Reader x Antisepticeye)

(I'm so sorry this took so long I've been busy, I tried my best and I hope you like it!)

"̷I̷'̷m̷ ̷n̷̷o̷̷t̷ ̷g̷̷o̷̷n̷̷n̷a̷ ̷f̷̷o̷̷c̷̷k̷̷i̷̷n̷' ̷g̷̷e̷̷t̷ ̷d̷̷r̷̷e̷̷s̷̷s̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷i̷̷n̷ ̷s̷̷o̷̷m̷̷e̷ ̷s̷̷t̷̷u̷̷f̷̷f̷̷y̷ ̷s̷̷u̷̷i̷̷t̷ ̷j̷̷u̷̷s̷̷t̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ ̷b̷̷e̷ ̷s̷̷i̷̷t̷ ̷i̷̷n̷ a̷̷n̷ ̷u̷̷n̷̷c̷̷o̷̷m̷̷f̷̷o̷̷r̷̷t̷a̷̷b̷̷l̷̷e̷ ̷f̷a̷̷n̷̷c̷̷y̷ ̷f̷̷o̷̷c̷̷k̷̷i̷̷n̷' ̷p̷̷l̷a̷̷c̷̷e̷ ̷f̷̷o̷̷r̷ ̷w̷̷h̷̷o̷ ̷k̷̷n̷̷o̷̷w̷̷s̷ ̷h̷̷o̷̷w̷ ̷l̷̷o̷̷n̷̷g̷, ̷P̷̷l̷̷u̷̷s̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷ ̷k̷̷n̷̷o̷̷w̷ ̷h̷̷o̷̷w̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷o̷̷s̷̷e̷ ̷s̷̷t̷̷u̷̷p̷̷i̷̷d̷ ̷d̷̷r̷̷e̷̷s̷̷s̷ ̷c̷̷o̷̷l̷̷l̷a̷̷r̷̷s̷ ̷c̷̷h̷a̷̷f̷̷e̷ a̷̷t̷ ̷m̷̷y̷ ̷n̷̷e̷̷c̷̷k̷! ̷W̷̷h̷̷y̷ ̷c̷a̷̷n̷'̷t̷ ̷w̷̷e̷ ̷d̷̷o̷ ̷s̷̷o̷̷m̷̷e̷̷t̷̷h̷̷i̷̷n̷' ̷s̷̷i̷̷m̷̷p̷̷l̷̷e̷?" Anti asked, glitching aggressively. Dark merely rolled his eyes at the glitch demon. "Because date night should be classy, it's special. It isn't some casual every other day type of evening. The perfect date night is a formal dinner at a refined restaurant." The monochrome demon stated, fixing the lapels of his suit. "But I wouldn't expect an imbecile such as yourself to understand what class is.

""̷O̷̷H̷ ̷I̷'̷L̷̷L̷ ̷S̷̷H̷̷O̷̷W̷ ̷Y̷̷A̷ ̷W̷̷H̷̷O̷̷S̷ ̷I̷̷M̷̷B̷̷E̷̷C̷̷I̷̷L̷̷E̷ ̷Y̷̷O̷̷U̷ ̷F̷̷O̷̷C̷̷K̷̷I̷̷N̷' ̷E̷̷D̷̷G̷̷E̷̷L̷̷O̷̷R̷̷D̷!" Anti lunged at Dark as you sighed, looking up from your phone.

"Why don't we watch a movie?" You suggested. Your boyfriends turned their gaze to you. "..Can it be horror?" Anti asked, slowly taking his knife away from Darks neck. "I suppose I can settle for a film." Dark said, appearing on the couch beside you. "̷I̷'̷M̷ ̷P̷̷I̷̷C̷̷K̷̷I̷̷N̷'!!" Anti glitched to the other side of the couch, grabbing the remote from the table. He scrolled through multiple movies before eagerly settling on Terrifer 2.

"Could we pick something with less..bloody?" You suggested, Anti didn't seem to care since he played the movie anyways. You had quite a few moments gripping onto the arms of whichever one of them was closest to you, which they went positively crazy over. You leaned backwards, smiling at your boyfriends. You'd enjoyed the movie much more than you anticipated. Nothing could be a more perfect way to end the night.

(I hope you enjoyed this, I tried my best)

[etherealspacejelly]

me and my flatmates (university students) are currently making an invite for our halloween party

it includes:

a freddy fazbear pillow pet

tiny purple guy

jack black steve but with white eyes so he is herobrine

a kylie minogue halloween mask

a picture of our house on google streetview with a red circle around it, red arrows, and mr beast pointing at it

darkiplier x antisepticeye fanart

cartoon spiders

shitty wordart with the word halloween misspelled as "haloween"

graphic design is our passion

[ijwrff]

Prisoner Masterlist-Yandere! King Anti & Dark x Reader

A series in which you gain the attention of two kings of the void. When could you go home? After some time...do you even want to?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

[everything--random]

We got a new drawing! Surprisingly Anti took longer than Dark... Probably because I suck at drawing hands. 🫤

I entirely forgot to share this... I'm very confused how I all of a sudden grew the ability to draw so well and how I figured out how to draw bodies but I did and I'm loving it!

[muscari-melpomene]

Irrevocably

I did another write on a whim! Hope you enjoy.

"It's all bullshit anyway," Anti was saying, gesticulating vaguely and nearly swiping his drink off the bar with each pass. "All the fucking- fancy shit. White drapes and ribbons everywhere and shit, like, what's the point-"

"Anti," said Marvin, holding his glass of wine close to his chest, "do shut up."

Anti huffed and got up, a little unsteady on his feet. He swiped his glass from the bar top, miraculously managing not to drop it, and muttered something about finding someone less uptight to talk to. Marvin wasn't really listening. Marvin was busy going fucking mad.

He took a sip of his wine, and grimaced as a drop spilled on his tie. At least he'd picked a black shirt. White would have been more fitting, maybe, but- but wearing anything white this weekend would take him down a road of pointless daydreams, and he'd promised himself he'd stay present today. Today and tomorrow as well, no matter how long the weekend dragged on Marvin was going to pay attention and be there and be a good fucking best man. Rehearsal dinner, ceremony and all. That didn't mean it was going to be easy.

The rehearsal had gone smoothly. The dinner had been... fine. Excellent food, everyone in high spirits, his best friend next to him, laughing and joking and looking so happy, with an arm wrapped around his fiancée, tucking her against his side.

Her. Not Marvin. Obviously. Obviously Chase had sat down and immediately scooted his chair closer to Stacy's, obviously he would want to be close to his wife-to-be, obviously he'd want to spend the rehearsal dinner - and the night, a concept Marvin was determinedly not thinking about - with Stacy. Because Stacy made Chase happy, and the rehearsal going well had made Chase happy, and Marvin was going to be a good friend, a good best man, and make sure the ceremony tomorrow went off without a hitch, because that would make Chase happy. Marvin was not going to spend the evening glaring at Stacy. He was not going to turn his wedding toast into a love confession, or pull Chase aside and beg him to rethink everything just because it had taken Chase getting fucking engaged for Marvin to realize he was in love with the man. He was not going to do any of those things.

The song a few couples had been slow-dancing to ended, and a more upbeat one came on. Marvin swallowed against a lump in his throat as Chase's laugh broke through the crowd, and a moment later the groom-to-be dragged his fiancée onto the dance floor. Some other people followed suit, Jackie included. Jackie passed by Chase and Stacy and clapped Chase on the shoulder, saying something Marvin didn't hear with a warm smile. Chase grinned and nodded, and Stacy laughed. Jackie moved past them to find a dance partner. Marvin took another sip of wine.

That was what he should be doing, participating in the evening, congratulating Chase, being there to support him. But Marvin was on his second- wait.

He blinked, replaying the evening's events in his mind.

Ah.

Marvin was on his third glass of wine, and he had a horrible suspicion that any attempt to say anything genuine to Chase would end up with Marvin starting to cry. Even if he could manage to play it off as being so happy for his friend he was misting up, the prospect of actually crying in public, let alone in front of everyone he spoke to on a regular basis, was utterly mortifying.

So Marvin was going to stay at the bar for the time being, and... well. Sulk. No use in lying to himself along with everyone else. He was sulking, and would continue to sulk.

"Anti said you were sulking," said Dark, suddenly standing next to his seat at the bar, and Marvin nearly dropped his glass.

"What," he snapped, glaring as he set his drink down to shake the energy out of his hands. The glow dissipated, the tattoos quickly fading from green back to black. Dark raised an eyebrow.

"Anti said you were sulking," he said again.

"I thought Anti was looking for someone 'less uptight' to talk to."

"He was looking for attention. You were ignoring him."

"Which you never do."

Dark's eyes narrowed. Marvin smiled nastily, and took another drink.

"You should talk to him," said Dark. Marvin rolled his eyes.

"If Anti has something to say to me, he's welcome to come over here and-"

"I meant Chase."

Marvin fumbled his drink again, and this time Dark took it out of his hands and set it back on the bar. Marvin snatched it up again, glaring.

"I spent all of dinner talking with Chase. Anyway, he's busy-"

"With his fiancée."

"Yes."

"Who isn't you."

Marvin took a deep breath and shut his eyes, willing the glow to leave them.

"...I'll wring Anti's neck."

"I'd advise you not to."

"He told you."

"I guessed."

"Bullshit."

"He might have confirmed my guess," Dark shrugged.

"I'm going," Marvin gritted out, "to kill him."

"Killing Anti isn't going to make Chase notice you, Marvin."

"Making me talk to Chase isn't going to give you the balls to talk to Anti."

Dark was glaring now, and Marvin had to admit being satisfied at finally getting a rise out of the bastard. Dark spent too much of his time being smug. Marvin hated people being smug. Sunday liked to tell him it was hypocritical, to which Marvin's usual response was, fuck yourself, Sunday.

"I don't know what you mean," said Dark, his tone warning Marvin to leave the subject alone.

Marvin had never had much of a self-preservation instinct, but what he did have was a talent for making and memorizing lists.

"Point the first," he said primly, sitting up a little straighter.

"Marvin."

"You stare at him. Constantly. Point the second: you've hated every single one of his boyfriends. Point the third-"

"Told you he's drunk!" said Anti, appearing beside Dark with a burst of static, "He gets posher when he's drunk."

"I do not," said Marvin, affronted. Dark had gone rigid, and was staring at Marvin with a look that said if he actually got to 'point the third', he'd never make another point again. Marvin considered continuing out of spite, but... well. The idea made something cold coil in his stomach. Marvin had had so, so much time to talk to Chase, and he just... hadn't. He couldn't make Dark talk to Anti as a substitution.

"You do so," Anti snickered, oblivious to the tension in the air. He listed against Dark, drunk in his own right, and Dark put an arm around him, seemingly by reflex.

"...I think you ought to get him some water," said Marvin, and Dark nodded, shoulders relaxing slightly.

"I think perhaps you're right."

"I'm fine," Anti huffed, waving a hand vaguely and nearly smacking Dark in the face. Dark smiled slightly, an expression that could only be described as fond, and began to guide Anti away.

"Of course you are," he murmured, "you're entirely fine. Let's go sit down over here and have some water."

Marvin watched them go, and wished he could hate them just a little bit more.

The evening wore on. There was more dancing, more laughing, a couple party games that Marvin got dragged into. A few people began to leave, Dark and Anti included; Anti had fallen asleep on Dark's shoulder, and Dark, in the midst of pretending he wasn't both hopelessly endeared and pathetically flustered, had volunteered to drive Anti home.

Marvin was counting down the minutes until he could leave himself. He'd been telling himself the entire evening that he was the best man and had a responsibility to stay until the very end, but maybe he could just- cut the evening a half hour short, tell Chase he had a headache and wanted to get plenty of rest before tomorrow anyway, but that would require talking to Chase-

"Marv!" said Chase brightly, coming over and slinging an arm around Marvin, "There you are! Hey, can we talk? I haven't seen you since dinner-"

"Of course," said Marvin, wishing he still had a wine glass to clutch like a shield. The bartender had cut him off, which was, frankly, fucking rude.

"Great," Chase hummed, "let's go in the other room, it's actually quiet in there-"

With a cheery wave to Stacy, who was busy chatting with Henrik, Chase led the way to the adjacent room before Marvin could think of literally any excuse to not be alone together.

"What, ah- what did you want to discuss?"

Chase gave him a weird look, and Marvin felt his face flush. That hadn't sounded weird, had it? It had felt like a perfectly normal thing to say, but-

"You get more British when you're tipsy," Chase told him, breaking into a grin. Marvin could have fainted from relief.

"Thank you," he said dryly, and Chase laughed. Chase looked so happy. Marvin wanted to throw up. "I'm sure that's not all you brought me in here to say," he prompted.

"Right, right, yeah, sorry- I just, uh-" Chase rubbed at the back of his neck, looking a bit embarrassed. "I just wanted to- we haven't gotten to talk much lately, everything's been so busy, and I just wanted to say how much I appreciate you being here for this."

Oh, no.

"Chase," said Marvin, "you really don't have to-"

"No, I do- you've been so great, and I know you weren't really a fan of Stacy at first, but when you saw how much she meant to me- means to me, you were just- really supportive, and encouraging, and I don't think I would've had the courage to even ask her if it wasn't for you, so- so thank you. And thanks for being part of the wedding, you're my best friend, I couldn't imagine doing this without you."

"You have terrible taste," Marvin told him, expecting another laugh, expecting Chase to take it as a joke. Chase frowned. Marvin's stomach dropped.

"...What do you mean?"

"In- in friends, I meant," said Marvin quickly, "terrible taste in friends. If- if I'm your best friend. It was, ah- it was meant as a joke, sorry-"

"Marv," said Chase, setting a hand on his shoulder, and Marvin needed to get away, because staring at Chase from across a crowded room was one thing, but staring at him from barely a foot away, alone except for one another, was so much more-

"Bad joke," said Marvin, willing himself to step back and not quite managing it.

"Marvin."

Marvin froze, staring up at Chase. At his best friend. At the man he'd been in love with for at least two years.

"You're the best friend I've ever had, you know that, right?"

Marvin blinked. Did he know that? He wasn't sure. There was a very warm hand on his shoulder, and very blue eyes staring intently at him. It was a little hard to think.

"You're my best friend, too," he mumbled. Chase smiled, holding out his other arm to offer a hug. Marvin snapped.

He closed the distance between them, stretching up on tiptoe, and pressed their lips together. Chase's jacket lapel proved very handy to stabilize himself with, and Chase's hair was very soft where Marvin pushed his hand into it. Chase made a surprised noise, grabbing onto Marvin's shirt, and Marvin took the opportunity to deepen the kiss like he was starving, tilting his head and pressing as close to Chase as he could get. He felt hot and cold at once. His hands were numb, and Chase smelled like freshly turned earth and tasted like pine and coffee, warm and bitter and sharp. Chase let go of his shirt, hands finding Marvin's waist instead, and Marvin pulled back for breath, ready to dive right back in because now he'd kissed Chase once, he couldn't imagine ever stopping.

Chase pushed him away, letting go and backing up with a startled... hurt expression. Marvin stumbled a little, having to steady himself against the wall. He swallowed. Tried to breathe. The warm, electric feeling was gone. As far as Marvin could tell, every feeling was gone, his insides utterly numb even as the feeling started to come back to his hands.

"...Marv," said Chase, voice raw. Marvin flinched and looked away.

"Sorry."

"What- why-"

"Sorry, I- I'm sorry, I should- it's been a long- I should get to, get to bed-"

"I think you should, yeah."

Chase's voice was going cold. Marvin risked a look back up at him, and really, really wished he hadn't. Chase was staring back at him with confusion, which Marvin could handle, anger, which... hurt, just a bit, and... and a tinge of disgust. Marvin's face felt hot, and with a sickening jolt, he realized he was actually about to cry.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he forced out, and raised a hand, thin, looping tattoos beginning to glow. Chase did not call out to him, did not ask him to wait, did not reach out to him. Chase stepped back further. Marvin yanked at the buzzing magic underneath his skin, and vanished, reappearing in his hotel room.

He looked around, breathing heavily.

He'd left Higgins at home. It was the middle of the night in London, Sunday would be fast asleep, and wouldn't want to be woken up to hear about the irrevocably fucked situation Marvin had put himself in in any case.

Chase probably never wanted to hear from him again.

One of the glasses on top of the minifridge shattered, the rest rattling and glowing faintly green. The curtains were flapping in a nonexistent breeze, the ceiling fan spinning far faster than it should.

"Sorry," said Marvin quietly. The window cracked from top to bottom.

...

Stacy's breathing was slow and even, peaceful. The blankets were tucked up to her chin. Her gold hair was curled up tight in old-fashioned rollers in preparation for tomorrow.

Today, technically, it was nearly four in the morning.

Chase stared at the ceiling, keeping his own breathing slow and even, trying to time it with Stacy's, trying to focus on Stacy, on falling asleep, on anything else other than-

Chase holds his arm out, offering a hug. Marvin is staring up at him, eyes slightly unfocused from a late evening and plenty to drink, but he still looks... intent on something. His eyes narrow slightly, like they do when he's working out the best thing to say to piss someone off, and Chase gets ready for a retort of some kind, a recovery from Marvin's earlier awkward fumbling. Marvin steps in close, going up on his tiptoes and grabbing Chase's jacket to keep from losing his balance-

Chase sat up abruptly and climbed out of bed. Stacy stirred, mumbling in her sleep, but didn't wake. Chase slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind him and flicking on the light. The sound of the tap running was at least something to listen to, something to focus on. The cold water on his face was bracing. He leaned against the counter, glaring at himself in the mirror.

"What the hell are you doing," he muttered, "what the hell, Brody, get back in bed with your- with Stace, get back in bed and go to sleep."

His reflection looked exhausted, stubborn and haggard, and he was going to look like hell in the morning. Maybe he could borrow some of Stacy's concealer or something, but she'd ask why he hadn't slept well, she'd want to know-

Marvin's lips are unexpectedly soft, and Chase doesn't mind the taste of wine on them as much as he does when it's the drink by itself, especially not when Marvin grips at Chase's hair in response to his gasp and presses in closer, especially not when Chase feels his knees go weak and has to grab Marvin's shirt to steady himself, and if he's not careful they'll both go crashing to the ground, but with Marvin so close, would Chase really mind that so much-

"Fuck," Chase hissed, rubbing harshly at his eyes.

Those few moments had been playing in his mind on relentless repeat for four fucking hours. Chase was ready to snap, was ready to march straight to Marvin's hotel room and demand an explanation, but he couldn't, he couldn't do that, he couldn't see Marvin, because if he saw Marvin tonight, he was going to-

"Fuck," he said again, stomach dropping through the floor at the realization.

If he saw Marvin again tonight, he was going to kiss him. And keep kissing him, and not be able to stop, and he was getting married in ten fucking hours.

Chase was utterly, irrevocably fucked.

[mothgodofchaos]

Pls give us another part to the Anti x DA reader stuff

Fix

I'm glad that at least someone is enjoying this, as I very much enjoy writing this.

Antisepticeye x DA!GN!Reader, ft. Darkiplier & The Host, TW: blood (Host's bandages) Words: 1057

Your chest hurts, sharp pains piercing into you as your hands clutch your chest. Anti keeps moving your hands, trying to get you to leave it alone as he continues to panic. Dark guides him through the halls of wherever you reemerged, walking just out of view for you. But Anti keeps looking down at you, sobs making his glitches worse and difficult for him to walk. He just breaks down, clutching you to his chest as he sobs into your shoulder. Dark stops in his tracks, just turning back to look at the two of you. Your arms wrap around Anti’s shoulder weakly, but you don’t think there’s much you could do right now to calm him down.

Dark sighs, kneeling down to touch Anti’s shoulder. He’s so deep in his sobs, he doesn’t even flinch away from the monochromatic man’s attempts at consoling him. 

“Anti, they will be alright. No one will take them away from you. Not even I will. I know good people who can help. You can go wherever they go, and I will never make you leave them alone. You have my word, however much that means to you. I doubt it is much at all, but know that I am speaking the truth.”

“Ye hurt t’em, an’ now t’ey’re even more broken. T’is was supposed t’ fix t’em! No more cryin’ late at night because o’ t’e nightmares, not bein’ afraid o’ t’e dark or t’eir own reflection. T’ey were supposed t’ get better, an’ now t’ere’s a fuckin’ hole in t’eir chest!”

“Baby…”

You had no idea your pain was affecting him so much, and your heart aches for him, feeling guilty for dragging him into this. You gasp as the cracks spread out, tears pricking your eyes as you try to gasp for air. Dark considers Anti’s words for a moment before being alarmed at your state, deliberating over his options for a moment before rolling his eyes. With a grunt, he picks the two of you up into his arms and starts rushing down the hallway. Anti goes to bite him, stopping when you block him with your hand.

“Bite later, please.”

“Only fer ye.”

Dark bursts into a room, startling several people within the room.

“Is that-?”

“Oh gods, you found them.”

He sighs, looking around the room frantically.

“More like they had found me. Where is Host?”

“I think I saw him out back? Why do you need-”

“Their chest has shattered like a mirror. Get Host, I will meet him in the medical bay.”

He readjusts his grip on you and Anti, running through the middle of the large room and down another hallway. His eyes glance around with wild abandon, turning sharply into another room and kicking in the door.

“Hey unless someone’s dying, I don’t-”

“Someone is dying. Get the hell out of my way.”

The doctor looks alarmed, and even you and Anti are alarmed by his usage of language. He’s never been one to be anything less than gentlemanly with his vocabulary, so the doctor does as he says and “gets the hell out of his way”. Dark places you on one of the medical cots, slightly adjusting Anti to sit in the chair next to you instead of being trapped beneath you. Anti doesn’t even try to fight with Dark anymore, he’s far too concerned with your safety to even want to pick a fight. He squeezes your hand periodically as Dark tries to examine the extent of the cracks. 

“I apologize as I understand I am not a doctor, but unfortunately your best chance at some semblance of medical care is going to be between Host and I. So unfortunately, I need to see your injury.”

“Whatever you need to do, just please hurry.”

Panic starts to set in and the cracks spread again, making Anti and Dark both jump. They splinter up your neck, and start an aching in your jaw. You try to open your jaw to speak, but the irritation from the cracks shifting makes it far too painful for you to even try. You turn your head to look at Anti, tears now starting to fall from your cheeks.

“Dark, Dark what’s goin’ on.”

“I have not a clue. I have never seen something like this before. WHERE IS HOST?”

A man in a tan coat enters the room, bandages wrapped around his eyes, stained with blood.

“Apologies for the delay, he was apparently more difficult to find than the other household members thought, although they were not looking very hard.”

He pauses for a second, turning to you.

“So this is the previous District Attorney that Darkiplier was searching for, he wishes they were meeting under better circumstances.”

“They cannot speak right now, Host. Their body has cracked like they are some, porcelain doll. It happened not that long ago, but it is only continuing to get worse.”

“He has observed that, and is struggling to find a solution that would reverse the damages. It appears that whatever has caused this cannot be narrated away, although the best he can offer is that he can prevent their complete shattering.”

“What does that mean, what are you saying?”

“Whatever is causing their shattering is being controlled by something he cannot see nor narrate. There is an aura around them that is obscuring them from the narrative, and he cannot make out specifics. All he knows is what the narrative speaks of Darkiplier and Antisepticeye. Which, apologies, greetings to the glitch demon.”

“So ye can’t fix ‘em?”

“He cannot, but he can ensure that whatever this is does not kill them. But there are forces at play stronger than The Host, that not even he can interfere with. He hates to suggest it, but the one who may be able to help is not the one that Darkiplier would enjoy hearing the name of.”

“...no. We are not going to him.”

“The Host only suggests him as his… history with Darkiplier and the District Attorney may be relevant to the being keeping The Host at arm’s length.”

“Who t’e fuck are ye talkin’ about!?”

Dark turns to Anti and you, sadness and anger bubbling behind his eyes.

“What Host is saying is, we may need to go find Mark. He may be our only hope.”

[ericson-derekson]

Intro post, I guess, I don't really know what I'm doing.

@blank-game-plays <- That's also me

Eric has a tiny void kitten now :] her name's Zoe

People usually start with rules, right?

No nsfw

No asking about contriversial topics

The baisics

TLDR of how I portray Eric-

Severe social anxiety(which is easy for me to rp cuz I had severe social anxiety all through last year [not as severe anymore but])

The others gave him the courage to stand up to Derek, so he's on his own now

Started a small business- he makes treats for pets; dogs, cats, birds, etc. [No I didn't pull that idea out of my ass just now and no I didn't literally look up 'cute entrepreneurship ideas' which resaulted in the pulling out of the ass.]

Wanted to work at the zoo but there were no open spots.

Just wants to talk to people.[me too t-t]

Guess I'll make tags too. WHY NOT?:

someone said hi!: asks

EEP: rp threads

lookitlookit: reblogs

sayin stuffs: original posts

LISTEN TO MA BULLSHIT: ooc posts[wont be many]

Guess that's it. I mean I do ship Yancy x Eric but that'll prolly stay outa here.

Yknow what? Gonna give people some tags too. Why? Idk, why not?:

Comforting shadows: @fromthedeskof-darkiplier

Pop; bubble; fizz: @respect-the-stache

The superest hero: @mostdefinetlyjackieboyman

Static music: Host

Snek: @ceoegos Actor

Candy bubbles: @ceoegos Wilford

Turtles: @antisepticeye-simp

Tortuga el gato: AB ^^ Antis' cat

Void of fluff: Zoe

[alexthen3rd]

Hilariously enough, I spent most of the day sleeping cuz I was up late last night playing video games lol

I did eat some Dino Nuggies and had Chocolate Milk. I also started to watch all of the Jacksepticeye Ego Videos in order so I could make playlist for my brother so I can drag him with me when I obsess over new ego videos so I won't be alone anymore in my fangirling

A reminder to the JSE Community btw; Henrik has Children. Literally in his first video he says that he has kids plural. More than one.

Just something to think about.

I am Officially 21!

🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

[gaymingwriter]

Masterlist and Requests

Requests temporarily closed!

Some of this will change, so please check before requesting!

Will write x reader for:

Markiplier Egos/Lore:

Darkiplier

Damien

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

Illinois

Eric Derekson

Googleplier

Bing

Dr. Iplier

Actor Mark (this includes ADWM and AHWM Mark unless specifically requested for them to be different people)

Engineer Mark

Celci F. Kelvina

Mack (Engineer, Crewmate, Dictator)

Celine

Possibly more in the future

Septic Egos:

Jameson Jackson

Chase Brody

Antisepticeye (both original and current)

Marvin the Magnificent

Henrik

Other:

North Star/Starlo (Undertale Yellow)

Will write ships for:

Markiplier (several, ask for specifics)

I write SFW only

Tags:

#masterlist - My masterlists. This is the only one I have right now

#gaymingwriter - My writing

#rivvy rambles - Me just talking; non writing

Masterlist

Some can’t fit here and are linked in a separate list

* = On my main account before I moved writing here

X Reader:

Eric x Kind!Captain*

Mack x Captain With Plushies (Headcanons)*

Mack x Captain (Sign Language)*