#dawko egos

[the-matpat-ever]

Dawko has consumed my every waking thought atm..

DAWKTRAP<333

[mordehistuff]

[oligoweee]

HEY YOU ‼️

TAKE SOME DAWKO USERBOXES 💥

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

[roseyquartz15]

Character remake/redesign

I hate 2021 Dawktrap. He's so basic, pale and just ugly.

[dreamerhorizons]

nindawko is back! i honestly miss his hair in that flop style. ngl i never was a big fan of the curtain style. but anyway, how is there no nindawko ego? i get most of them are fnaf related, but nindawko is just as important. hell, dawko refers to it as a brother! he deserves a place among them. even if that channel is used whenever a new pokemon card set is released or he finds a game that he mostly ends up abandoning lmao. i like to think nindawko sleeps the rest of the time.

his pfp looks like what i'd expect, but i love the youtooz concept someone made for him. just turn mabel into a fidough that was burned in the oven to match her colors. it's otherwise it looks pretty close to how i imagine nindawko would look like (of course, adding the pink and blue eyes as his signature dawko detail)

[dawkegos]

Nightko seeks comfort from Poko but is comforted by the ego he thought would be least comforting.

I wrote this at 4 AM lol -Olive

Another restless night spent locked out of his office... The sense of defeat overwhelmed Nightko and he had enough of sitting out in the dark hallway. He wasn't getting back in there any time tonight, Dawktrap was out cold at the desk.

Clutching his teddy, Nightko got up from the floor and wandered around the dimly lit house until he made it to the prize corner decorated area. Spotting a familiar purple-and-cyan box against the wall, he wasted no time in pulling the top open and climbing down the ladder into darkness.

His feet hit the soft floor and he was encased in the pitch black of the puppet box, bringing about a discomfort to him. He didn't have his light and he hated the dark.

"Po?" he weakly called out, unable to see around the small room.

There was no response. His heart hammered against his ribcage.

"Poko? Poopet?" he called out again, desperation present in his voice.

This time, there was a response. But not from the person he needed.

"Put two and two together, Nighty; they're not here. If they were, he would have jumped up the first time."

Nightko froze like a deer in headlights as the one lamp in the room flickered to life. Darko rubbed at an eye as he sat up in bed, pulling his hand away from the light source before bringing his Foxy plushie close to him. As his head peaked out from the lower bunk, he glared at his older brother

"Nah. Let me guess, Ol' Glitchy locked you out again, yeah?"

"I... Um... I'll just g-go—"

Nightko nodded his head, his words getting caught in his throat. The half-puppet sighed, shaking his head.

"Absolute prick he is. Since Po's not here you could just sleep in his bunk, I doubt they'd care given the situation."

Nightko took a step forward, hugging his teddy to his chest. But he just couldn't bring himself to take another step, frozen in place.

"M-My heart is racing. I need Poko... he can calm me down... I..."

Darko watched as Nightko bit his lip, trembling in place and unable to move any further. Although Darko didn't understand why Nightko was so scared, he did wanna go back to lying in the dark quickly so with hesitancy, he pulled the covers off himself and stood up.

Nightko flinched at the sudden movement as though expecting an attack, watching the half-puppet with fearful eyes. Darko moved closer to him before wrapping his arms around his older brother, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Sorry I'm colder and I don't have that mystical calming aura Po does... but I think a hug in general can help you. Hate to admit it but they're... regulating." he said.

The tension in Nightko's body drastically decreased and his muscles practically unlocked. Bringing his own arms up, he placed them around his younger brother and closed his eyes momentarily.

"Pretend I'm Poopet." Darko joked.

The two stayed together for a few minutes until Nightko pulled away, quietly thanking him for the action. It was a little surprising that Darko of all egos had done that but Nightko chose to believe it was Poko's good behavior rubbing off on the younger half-puppet after all this time.

Darko got back into the lower bunk and waited for Nightko to climb up into the empty top bunk before shutting the light off. It wasn't long before Nightko's snores from above filled the room as Darko continued to lay wide awake in the dark, just as he always did...

Maybe Poko would be proud of what he had done.

[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)]

[manic-n-panic-rp]

Master Post

Hello!! Here I roleplay as Manic and Panic from the animation pilot Manic N Panic by Dawko. If you want to see me drawing Dawktrap and making my own fanmade Youtuber egos then you can follow my main blog here! @the-matpat-ever or if you want to see my Natemare ask blog @natemares-weird-ask-blog

Boundaries~ I am a minor, talking about or role-playing nsfw like smut are off limits. The only thing I'm comfortable with is gore or eldrich horror type deals. If you wanna roleplay with me you can dm me or give me an ask(I have anxiety reaching out to people first so be aware, being very clear with what you want to rp or talk about helps a lot). Any shipping is fine as long as they're legal. You can ship them both together if ya want

Here's some stuff about them!!

Manic

Nicknames/Aliases~ Dawktrap, Glitchtrap, Dawko

Pronouns~ He/It

Gender~ Masc Presenting, genderless

Age~ 28

Sexuality~ Omnisexual

Height~ 5'8

Other~ Manic loves to antagonize and frightening Panic, even going as far as trying to kill him(It doesnt wanna kill him, not really). Since its soul is a combination between Dawko & Glitchtrap's, their traits have passed onto him. He can be quite psychotic but he's not all bad or evil. He's protective of his friends and people he loves. His love language is violence. Likes to cause chaos and start fights. He can turn into a plush. Manic follows Panic everywhere so when Panic transfered to a new Freddy's location he followed with.

Personality~ Sly, manipulative, manic, flamboyant, confident, loud, has a soft spot for Panic

Panic

Nicknames/aliases~ Night,

Pronouns~ He/Him

Gender~ Trans masc

Age~ 28

Sexuality~ Bisexual, Demiromantic

Height~ 6'2

Other~ He's a nightguard that works at Freddy's. Manic and Panic are like yin and yang. He's absolutely terrified of the animatronics that try to kill him. He's also terrified of Manic but they're kinda like frenemies? A nail biter and his hands shake constantly. Panic recently transfered to a new Freddy's location and is intimidated by his new boss(Madpat). Because of how the hostile animatronics from the last location he worked at, he's very jumpy and scared shitless of the harmless little guys. Terrified of being in moving cars as well unless he's driving.

Personality~ Awkward, practically the embodiment of anxiety, screams a lot, people pleaser and mediator, emotional, defensive

[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

[the-matpat-ever]

DAWTRAP HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD.

Sighs in Dawktrap fictionkin..

[natemares-weird-ask-blog]

~~Out of Character~~

THE VOICES ARE TELLING ME TO MAKE A MANIC N PANIC RP BLOG...

SIGH.

MUST. MAKE. DAWKO. THEMED. RP. BLOG.

[oligoweee]

Darko Hex card concept, tried my best copying the style using the Dawktrap and Nightmarionne cards as reference!

for a prop he'd have a knife obviously but I could also imagine a Nightmarionne mask, it would also be cool if his eyes could glow but Idk if that'd be possible with the buttons it'd probably steer away from the vintage plush look but yea :)

[roseyquartz15]

Fnaf SB YouTube swap AU

Part 2 will have Glamrock Chica, Roxanne Wolf, Sundrop, and Moondrop. Also, the kids, Cassidy and Gregory, do not change in this

[dreamerhorizons]

thinking about the dawkegos in the context of poppy playtime. dawktrap and panic would be the only humans, working as employees.

of course panic is head of security, but he's a factory guard, not for the prisons. poor thing would be traumatized. from all the bigger bodies

dawktrap is pretty much what leith pierre is. on the surface he's a decent employee, but underneath that, he's done some awful things in regards to the orphans, experiments and toys.

as far as the others, they're completely toys.

poopet is a mix of a jack in the box and marionette puppet. i like to think he hangs around playcare and has a mode on his box where he can play lullabies to help the kids sleep. i imagine for the ones who have a harder time, he and catnap team up to use his red smoke and poopet as a gitd type of nightlight. as a bigger body, he takes on nightmarionne traits

i imagine showtime dawko is either a pullstring doll like woody, or basically his makeship plushie, having a voicebox where he can sing an assortment of songs.

glamrock dawko has two toy variants like doey. having both a boogie bot dancing robot toy and a barbie-like doll that comes with things like his guitar, a hairbrush, and other things associated with glamdawk. his bigger body form is the robot variant, basically an animatronic at that point.

for funsies, darko is pretty much harley sawyer. just an all around awful person. and mabel is pj pugapillar, but without the caterpillar parts and is a dachshund instead, but still as fluffy as soft as ever