#dawko egos

[the-matpat-ever]

Dawko has consumed my every waking thought atm..

DAWKTRAP<333

[oligoweee]

HEY YOU ‼️

TAKE SOME DAWKO USERBOXES 💥

free to use just don't claim as your own :D

[th3w00ds]

Let’s Fix That with a Controlled Shock

@red-balloon12 @nwtbobsessedemo @colourfulmes

Fandom: Youtuber Egos

Trigger Warnings (if any): Character goes through a lot of pain, electrocution, betrayal, angst

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Natemare sighed as he approached the run down building that two of his… “friends” had told him to go to for some meeting. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. He looked up at the decaying walls, the plant life growing on them making it clear that the pizzeria hadn’t been open for quite some time.  He walked closer, opening the doors and stepping inside. The inside of the place looked even worse than the outside of it did, tables knocked over, the floors littered with garbage. Why the hell would they invite him here, to this shitty place? 

Natemare continued his walk inside the pizzeria, inspecting what he could see. No sign of either of the two. Were they even going to show up? He wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t. 

Suddenly, the lights on the main stage flickered on. Natemare snapped his head towards it, and he looked for any sign of a person. Both the ones who invited him had electricity powers, so it could be either.

“Hey! Anyone there?” He called out loudly. A chuckle rang throughout the room, and bolts of purple and blue electricity arced onto the center of the main stage, forming a person amid the broken animatronics. The form was center stage, standing in front of the withered Freddy animatronic. The one stepped closer as he formed, and Natemare recognized him.

“Natemare! It’s been far too long, my friend!” Dawktrap exclaimed, hopping down from the stage in front of Natemare. The Brit wiped at his purple vest after, making sure he was immaculate as always. His glowing blue and purple eyes slowly dimmed back to normal as his powers weren’t being used. 

“It’s good to see you too, Dawktrap! Where’s Anti? Have you seen him?” Natemare asked, looking around the room once again. 

“The bastard will be here soon. He’s always late to these,” Dawktrap answered, also looking around for any clues to Anti’s appearance. 

A couple of seconds after that, a flash of green electricity happened. Natemare had to blink rapidly for a moment to get his vision back to normal due to how bright the flash was. When he opened his eyes, he saw Antisepticeye in front of him and Dawktrap.

“You two seriously expected me to be here at the same time you were?! I was running late, Seán’s other egos were being assholes and tried to fuckin’ stop me from leaving! Can you believe that?!” Anti said, his voice glitching sporadically. Anti growled, and began to fiddle with his knife. “Who do they think they are?!” 

Anti was one for tantrums when things didn’t go his way, he always was. Dawktrap giggled, and Natemare smiled. The three of them hadn’t had a reunion like this in quite some time. It was nice, but out of the blue like this was very strange, and especially at being at Freddy Fazbear’s. 

“Anti, calm the fuck down, will ya? Remember, we’ve got something to show Mare!” Dawktrap said, still giggling. “And put the bloody knife away, you’re so attached to that thing.” 

Anti glared at Dawktrap, “I’ll put it away when I fuckin’ want to.” Anti stepped closer to the both of them, and gazed around the building himself. Natemare shifted on his feet, wondering when Dawktrap and Anti would get to what they wanted to “show him.” It was vague and quite odd, Natemare thought. 

Dawktrap began to walk to an open area in the room, ushering Natemare and Anti to follow him. Anti picked up his pace to walk parallel to Dawktrap, leaving Natemare to walk behind them. They reached the area, stopping their movement. 

“Now,” Dawktrap said, clasping his hands together, “Me and Anti wanted to show you something, Mare! You want us to?” 

Natemare was confused, but nodded nonetheless. “Sure I guess,” He said. 

“Great.” Dawktrap said, smiling. Natemare noticed a glint in his eyes as they started to glow. He tensed up, and took a step back. He wasn’t so sure about their intentions with this meeting anymore. 

“What are you guys going to sho- AGH, FUCK!” A sharp pain erupted from below Natemare’s shoulder out of nowhere. He quickly turned his head to see what had happened, and it was Anti. Holding a knife that was lodged into his back. They were planning on fucking attacking him?!

Natemare started to breathe in, preparing to sing in order to control them both and get them to stop attacking him. He could do it despite the pain, he knew he could. 

“Ah ah ah! No!” Dawktrap said, aiming his right hand towards Natemare. Natemare saw, and tried to prepare himself for what he knew was about to happen. Blue and purple electricity shot out of Dawktrap’s hand, and onto Natemare. It felt very painful, like many knives stabbing into him at once, but he could take a shock from one of them.

Anti let out a deranged laugh, which made it seem like he was enjoying this. Anti placed his free, left hand on Natemare, and it let out electricity as well. Now a mix of blue, purple and green electricity was arcing over and into his body, his muscles beginning to spasm. Taking a shock from one at a distance was doable, but he couldn’t take a shock from both of them, especially with Anti’s hand having direct contact with Natemare. 

He began to feel lightheaded, and was breathing erratically. It hurt so much. He wanted it to stop, to STOP, but Natemare had no idea how long they would keep up their sadistic fun. 

Natemare was on his hands and knees on the floor, breathing in and out at a fast pace, and he felt nothing but pain. Sharp, electric pain. It was too much. He could let it out, maybe it would relieve his pain. Natemare took a deep breath in, and started to scream in pain. 

It felt like forever, like the pain was forever and he was screaming FOREVER. HE COULDN’T TAKE IT, SO HE CONTINUED TO SCREAM. 

IT FELT LIKE IT NEVER STOPPED. 

AND HE CONTINUED.

TO.

SCREAM. 

The pain began to dim, slowly fading, and he noticed that the electricity arcing across him had disappeared, but the tingling and the pain had not yet gone. 

He opened his eyes and let out a shaky breath, looking up at Dawktrap and Anti, who were looking down at him. 

“Pathetic,” Anti sneered, “You were one of the most powerful egos of your group! And now look at you, Natemare… A worthless, useless, GODDAMN FAILURE OF AN EGO WITH NO POWERS ANYMORE!” He shouted at Natemare.

Natemare’s breath hitched and his eyes widened. No powers? W…What the fuck did he mean, no powers?! He had powers! He could control people with his voice! 

He tried to speak, but nothing escaped him. Nothing. NOTHING?! THAT SHOULDN’T HAPPEN, THAT- This couldn’t be happening! Had he seriously lost his voice?! Anti had said no powers anymore, so… did that mean Natemare would be without his main ability permanently?! No, no no no! 

“Natemare, you must understand, we simply… how shall I put this, thought you were too weak as you were. With your voice being your one and only power. We’ve helped you, see. You can adapt, you’re the type of person who adapts to anything. I’m sure this will be no different.” Dawktrap said, looking down at Natemare. 

Adapt? To this?! To having his main power stripped away from him?! Yeah, sure, he totally could! Natemare glared up at the two. Then another jolt of pain coursed through him, and he flinched. The knife was still lodged into his back. 

“And I’ll take this back,” Anti said, gripping the knife and slowly tearing it out. Natemare tried to scream in pain, but his voice didn’t work. 

“We’ll be going now,” Dawktrap said, “I assume we’ll be seeing you.” In one last flash of electricity, Dawktrap and Anti disappeared, leaving Natemare alone in the abandoned pizzeria. 

…Abandoned. 

Like he was. 

[projectegoverse]

EGOVERSE #01.

COMING SOON. THE STORY BEGINS.

'EgoVerse' is a comic written, illustrated, and ran by Randomartdoodles. it is a collective passion project and gift to the ego communities of the 2010s and 20s, which encouraged me to become a storyteller and artist. I hope I do you all proud, & you all join me for this story I'm wanting to tell!

After Charlie Hendrickson wakes up to watch her own body dying, she is thrust into a world of people who don't exactly follow the laws of physics. Known as 'Egos' these people are certainly...eclectic to live with, but what happens when they're suddenly being watched? The security cameras certainly seem a bit...too interested in Charlie, and why is the man with the red suit looking ominously down the hallway?

[Comic will be posted both here and @/Project_EgoVerse on twitter (X)]

[strawberryamanita]

I may or may not have the urge to make Ego-inspired Barbie design mockups. Like not the Egos 1:1 made into dolls (though I do plan on making a proper Mark repaint IRL), more like the Star Wars Barbie collection from a couple years ago. Barbies dressed in Ego-flavored fashion, if you will. Like I wanna pick out specific head sculpts and body types and everything.

...Why am I like this dude gkdbamsnfjslwjfjalqj /lh

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Miles C. Peyote and Howie Thetaxi

(I’ve already made an information post like this, but said post is pretty long; in fact, it’ll just get longer and more expansive as I develop new characters and stories for [The Future Mob Project]. And I’m worried that the sheer length will make readers lose interest when they click on a link to look for a specific character. So, I’ll be making separate information pages for each character while still maintaining the all-inclusive post. Got it? Good.)

Who They’re Based Off Of: Lewis Dawkins (Dawko) and Ryan (8-BitRyan), respectively.

Their Methods of Work: When your reputation precedes you from all the way across the pond, you’ve definitely done something right! (Unless that was never your intention, in which case you’ve done something horribly, horribly wrong.) Remember the board game Mouse Trap? Well, Miles probably played it a few too many times in his youth, if the booby traps he sets up nowadays are anything to go by. Whether the goal is to kill or simply capture someone, his designs never fail to be. . .elaborate. Howie, meanwhile, doubles as a mechanic and driver. From ditching cops to running enemies off the road, he has more than enough skill to make professional racers envious. Never, NEVER forget the importance of seatbelts if you’re getting into a car with him. (Also, never put your feet on the dash. It’s rude.)

Red Attire: For Miles, a pair of leather boots (Oxblood). For Howie, a pair of gauge earrings (Carnelian)

Notes:

These two got their start in The Marble Hummingbirds, a different mob based in the UK that has had a strong alliance with The Pentas Family for years now. As part of standard underground affairs, Miles and Howie volunteered to relocate to the US and work more closely with Murdock and the others. The adjustment was a bit difficult (especially for Howie), but they both understand that it makes several aspects of business more efficient. They both retain a good balance of loyalty between their original crew and their new one.

Miles is selective when it comes to speaking. He’ll talk freely when he’s among people he trusts or is in a place that he’s deemed safe/comfortable, but when he’s out in public, he’s just. . .very quiet. He’ll still talk a little for the sake of politeness or formality, but only a little. If an area is open or unfamiliar, he’ll usually prefer to use body language and the like. (This does absolutely NOT stop him from cackling like a maniac over his traps.)

Howie has no qualms about reckless driving. Swerving, speeding, staging accidents; he can do it all without batting an eye. Whatever it takes to get himself and his buddies (plus their cargo) from Point A to Point B without getting stopped or caught. However, this mindset only applies to his personal driving. When he’s casually out and about, he can’t stand other drivers who tailgate, block lanes, cut others off, etc. If you act rude toward him in traffic, he can and will make a side-quest out of finding a way to get back at you. And yes, this extends to when he’s on the job. It’s not at all uncommon for him to go back and forth between chatting with his passengers and yelling at idiots on the road in the middle of a high-stakes-chase.

Miles has a habit of collecting plushies; especially odd-looking ones. (For example: the creepy-yet-cute stuff you might find on Etsy.) But his plushies aren’t just for aesthetic or decoration. He’s modified each and every one of them to be soft little storage units. Some have well-hidden zippers in their backs, while others have their heads function as the lids to jars stuffed inside their stomachs. Miles uses this strategy to hide valuables, such as varying sums of money or the odd piece of jewelry taken from a target.

Howie is miraculously conscious of animals on the road. That’s one of few exceptions to his typical stance on get-away-driving. He'll always make sure to avoid hitting cats, dogs, raccoons, deer. . .or squirrels. As a matter of fact, one squirrel that he managed to spare back in the day seems to have pledged a life-debt to him. Seriously, he met this squirrel while he was still working in the UK, and by now it’s followed him to the US. Wherever Howie is, the squirrel always seems to be somewhere in the background, just watching and waiting.

Along with all the get-away driving stuff, Howie has helped The Pentas Family to form its very own chop-shop. Whenever cars are stolen from targets or enemies, Howie will be there to dismantle or sabotage said cars. Legitimate parts are sold, and certain jobs involve filling a vehicle with counterfeit parts in order to frame its owner. 

Ever since relocating, both Miles and Howie live out of The Five Seasons, a hotel near the Cove Port Inlet’s city entrance. The building is connected to the abandoned subway tunnels, and the duo rotates between sharing the hidden den; Miles will use it to build/test his traps, and Howie will use it simply to store/tamper with various car parts. The hotel just so happens to be right across the street from the car repair garage (Oh, For God’s Brake!) that Howie uses for his day-job.

Current Stories: [TBA]

@sammys-magical-au

[o-crud]

Dawktrap is literally a silly rabbit

[multifandom-fan-fics]

Hello! my name is Void or Virgil, whichever you can use for me ( main acc is @xxvoidofchaosxx

i use He/They/It and voi/void/voids/voids/voidself pronouns

im nonbinary-masc

Im autistic with adhd,anxiety,ptsd,gender dysphoria and dysmorphia, and depression. im also dyslexic with words and numbers

This acc will be for writing about SandersSides, Jacksepticeye and egos, Markiplier and Egos, Dawko characters and other interests i have. i do accept Submissions and ideas for writing,along with writing tips!

edit: forgot to mention,i do not do nsfw , but i will do close romantic and Platonic loves, ill do enemy to lovers, friends to lovers, angst, maybe Gore (will give warnings!). if theres any nsfw, it will be alluded to like movies do, panties on the floor and panting with the "oh...my.. you were amazing." type line cause im not comfortable writing full sexual scenes. (if there is any i need to make happen,ill ask a friend to help with that paragraph or short few lines)

this is my first Fanfic acc , and my wording may not be great and i will be learning while i go how to use similes, metaphors, synonyms, and antonyms cause i do tend to use the same words to describe things over and over.

im aware that this is all or mostly lowercase and theres lack of " ' " <that middle thing, lowercase is more comfortable to me to type with, but for writing i will have the proper grammer happening,or to the best of my abilities

I hope you enjoy!

[rj0186]

I've been doing a lot of Mark's egos lately and thought I'd branch out a bit! Also thanks so much for 300 notes! You guys are the best ❤

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Dawktrap

[the-matpat-ever]

I HAVE DECIDED

The entity that Dayton adopts shall be a fanmade ego of Ash but tiny child(and horrifying)

LOOK AT THEMMMM

DRAWING THEIR MONSTEROUS FORM WAS SO FUNNN

I SHOULD DRAW ELDRICH HORROR MORE OFTEN >:)

@wouldntyou-liketoknow feel like you would enjoy this since horror seems to be your thing😌

[oligoweee]

Dawko egos mood boards!!

there is Darko, Dawktrap, Poopet, Glamko, Nightko, and Showko :D

image credits below!! I got just about everything from Pinterest, I did minor edits such as adjusting the colors for some images :)

Darko - 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. Dawktrap - 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. Poopet - 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. Glamko - 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. Nightko - 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. Showko - 1. 2. 3. 4. -I am so sorry but I can't find 5 :(- 6. 7. 8. 9.

[phant0mh34rt]

I JUST REMEMBERED DAWKO HAS CHARACTERS??? AND ONE OF THEM IS ALSO A PUPPET???

Natemare and the puppet one should meet-that’s all

[projectegoverse]

It's time for the hard part >:)

[bumblevoid]

dawkguard, portrayed by my d&d character grayson schmidt. the seven of swords represents his character- deception a key element of being an actor & brains often used over brawns for him. i read the entry in a really old tarot book and ran with it-

oh yeah for clarity: the hands holding the swords are two of my partymates who are wearing gloves!

tagging both as d&d and the ego, but know this is a separate character simply cosplaying the ego.

[glitchingthroughthrsystem]

THIS ISN'T A GAME!

Semi-headcanon-based DawkTrap roleplay

Oc/ego/cross over friendly.

won't accept ships.

You can flirt with dawktrap tho. | ZERO nsfw

I accept dm roleplays but mutuals Only.

I'm 18 - you can call me cam!

(Forgive me if I'm ooc I'm still partly new to dawko's stuff and fell in love.)

[ryuuulen]

Do you know any good Dawko fan fic? Either his egos or himself. He’s a pretty comforting dude. If not, no worries. Have a good day!

well, i don't read fanfiction that often but this one is pretty cool

If you're looking for something darker, I HIGHLY recommend the ego sickness trilogy on wattpad as well. Do note that it gets pretty fucking dark quick, especially in fractured reality. Enjoy!