#dr iplier fic

[doctordiscord123]

Whumptober 2024: "I'm Alive, I'm Just Not Well."

Dark is the victim of an attempted mugging, and it ends unexpectedly badly.

For @whumptober, @whumptober-archive

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Dark walked through the city, hands clasped behind his back, just taking a walk. The cool air was bad for his bones, but Dark didn’t care – he loved this city, he’d lived here all his long, long life, and people watching as the seasons turned was a wonderful past time.

As he passed an alley, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a flash of movement. He paused, turning his head, and then he was being grabbed by the tie and yanked into the alley. He startled, his hidden aura flaring wide, his skin going grey, and the poor kid who grabbed him went pale. Dark’s expression became stony. “…And you are…?”

The kid swallowed. He was young, maybe sixteen, and dirty. Was he homeless? Dark almost felt bad for him, until he brandished a large, wicked looking hunting knife. “Give…Give me your wallet!”

Dark raised an eyebrow, and tilted his head. His aura coiled around the boy’s legs, his wrists, and the kid began to hyperventilate. “Oh, you poor child…you picked the wrong man.”

The boy took a deep breath, and he lunged. Dark moved faster, his aura coiling tight around the boy’s throat. Dark almost snapped his neck, but…he was just a child. Just trying to find his own way. Dark watched the boy choke for a second, before he was sighing, and reaching into his pocket. He summoned a small wad of cash, and pressed it into the boy’s hand. “Get out of my sight.”

Read the rest on Ao3!

[favourablekat]

[012223]

[septic-dr-schneep]

Dr. Iplier must have compromised Google Blue's systems at his maintenance checks. That was the only reasonable explanation the other androids had for his behavior—commanding Red not to let the doctor see him with blood on his hands, rebuking Yellow for exploiting Edward's phobias with his pranks, even being on that first-name basis with Edward at all.

"Security footage reveals you've spent 32% of the week with that human," Green announced coolly.

"I have not lost sight of our secondary objective. I'm profiting from his sentimentality and services while they last," Blue growled, though his core dimmed by a noticeable two percent as he said it.

[westanthewaterman]

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

This is where you'll find links to all my Kinktober entries for this year.

If a fic is on here with a link, that means it's posted. If it's listed with no link, that means it's in the queue and will be posted (or it's posted and I forgot to link it oops).

Fics will be posted here at 12PM PST.

I am not taking Kinktober requests, sorry! Minors DNI!!

AO3 LINK - FIC MASTERLIST

1. Degradation - Damien x M!Reader

2. Double Penetration - Illinois x F!Reader x Yancy

3. Voyeurism/Piercings - Murdock x GN!Reader

4. Cockwarming - Engineer!Mark x M!Reader

5. Mirror Sex - Actor!Mark x GN!Reader

6. Deepthroating - Dr Iplier x GN!Reader

7. Praise - Dark x GN!Reader

8. Knifeplay - Murdock x M!Reader

9. Public Sex - Damien x F!Reader

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31. Predator/Prey - Murdock x F!Reader

[taikeero-lecoredier]

AUGH THIS IS CUTE

Maybe 'wheres my shirt?' from the prompt thing for host and Dr iplier 👉👈

Thanks again to @bing-iplier for an excellent conversation regarding werewolf!Host. I like the idea where Dr. Iplier is his keeper.

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Prompt: “Where’s my shirt?”

    The morning after a full moon was always rough. 

    Dr. Iplier sat on the edge of the plush mattress, watching the Host sleep. Occasionally he would shift, his joints snapping as bones reset themselves into human shape. It would take a few days for them to settle completely.

    “Host,” he said quietly, and immediately the Host’s muscles tensed. “Dark’s meeting is in an hour. It’s time to get up.”

    Usually after a full moon, the Host slept. But Dark had been insistent upon the meeting time. Attendance was mandatory.

    The Host muttered something that made his lips bleed from the friction of fang against skin, but allowed Dr. Iplier to ease him into a sitting position. 

    “I brought you coffee,” he said, but withdrew the mug as the Host made a grab for it, his nails still viciously sharp and bloody. “I’m not giving it to you. I’m putting it on the nightstand.”

    It took a couple swallows of scorching black coffee for the Host to finally compose himself. “Where’s my shirt?” He asked, hoarse but still markedly improved over previous months, when he hadn’t been able to speak at all.

    Dr. Iplier smiled. “I have clothes for you,” he said, and leaned over to kiss the Host’s forehead. The Host countered with a sloppy kiss to the side of his mouth, and the doctor happily ignored the blood he could taste after.

[justyoursicanon]

Headcanons I wrote in school today

📌 Imagine the chase music you hear in Flee the Facility. Wilford has his own. It's either carnival or carousel music.

📌 Bing sometimes calls Google 'Connor' or 'RK800' to reference Connor from Detroit Become Human.

(He sets Google's friend nickname as RK800 in his chats with him)

(I think it would be ironic, from what little info I know about DBH, Connor is a deviant, and since deviants are androids that go against their programming from what I found in the fandom wiki when I skimmed through it, I find it funny thinking about Bing calling Google Connor knowing Google is the exact opposite)

📌 In return, Google calls Bing 'Deviant' on rare occasions.

(Thought it was fitting)

📌 Damien prefers milk chocolate, Celine prefers dark chocolate.

(Celine would find milk chocolate too sweet. Damien has a sweet tooth)

📌 Bing was originally programmed to learn and enhance through watching visual representations such as demonstrations and performances.

(One of my main headcanons for Bing is that he was created as a prototype for what I made up called 'Browser-Bots')

(Eventually I'll post the backstory of what 'Browser-Bots' are)

📌 The hankerchief that Eric always carries belonged to his mother

This is a long one:

📌 Yandereplier actually goes to college rather than high-school.

While she is still an obsessed loving maniac, she's grownto be more discreet and careful.

She's still incredibly skilled with her daggers and katanas.

She still styles her outfits with same colors as her original high-school uniform.

She also looks androgynous.

📌 Bim still hosts his original gameshow, but he often invites actual horrible people, like criminals and assaulters.

(Google, mostly Google Red, and Bing help track down Bim's contestants to kidnap invite them to his gameshow)

(Bim still eats the losers😋)

📌 Yancy calls Dark 'Boss'

(I found this headcanon on a tumblr post to which i cannot find, if you happen to stumble upon it please send the link or @ me because I NEED to reblog it again)

📌 Dark pays for Yancy's monthly paroles in envelopes and sends them to the prison.

(Gonna need to research on this more because I don't know shit about it LMAO)

📌 Illionis visits the Manor every month with Heist Mark being his travel buddy.

(Brings home souvenirs for the egos, asked or not)

(Sort of his love language)

📌 Google Red is a research extension, he summarizes the information he finds and has a built-in plagiarism detector.

He actually likes researching history.

He helps Yandereplier by teaching her history lessons.

(I headcanon the Google's are actually Google Blue's extensions. Uh not sure if that's actually canon or not)

(And since I like to think they are different extensions, they have their respective uses in their programming that benefit themselves and together as a whole.)

📌 Google Green hates Duolingo.

📌 Google Yellow loves it.

📌King of the Squirrels started dressing more formally when out in the forest, and more comfortably when in the Manor.

Started dividing the Manor's supply of peanut butter into different small containers for him and his squirrels.

📌 Murdock (Murderplier) hates Wilford.

But Wilford is also his favourite weapon buddy.

("Don't bring a knife to a gun fight my ASS Warfstache.")

📌 God of Night is constantly fascinated suspicious of The Host whenever Night drops by the Manor.

📌 Damien and Celine both play the piano. Dark plays the Violin.

📌 King of The Squirrels enjoys gardening.

📌 Bing plays the drums and or the electric guitar.

📌 Dr. Iplier actually owns prescribed glasses but for some reason never wears them.

(He just forgets and refuses to wear them)

That's all the headcanons I had today folks, and majority of this filled up one side of one intermediate page LMAO

I'm honestly so happy I'm spending time on writing when I have nothing to do in school, I'll try to keep this up.

I've also made drafts of some of my oneshot ideas from my previous post!

Many fics coming soon!!

[franklyshipping]

You absolutely give off a vibe that if you were to ever quit writing tickle fics of the egos that you would send it off with a grand finale where EVERYONE gets tickled. Probably by a big viney monster.

I can see the plot being something like Marvin's magic mishaps and one of Henrik's experiements (or an experiment on Marvin's magic) going "horribly wrong" and how each character has their own little perspective of the chaos. And knowing you, you'd add small details the reference someone else's perspective (aka hearing a "manly shriek" followed by the perspective of said shriek). Each perspective of each character and what they were doing before the mishap, like Magnum tying up his boat before being scooped up by a creature similar to Gazooks from Raggedy Ann and Andy. Or Dark doing paperwork, his mind numbing as he reads over the numbers as Wilford bugs him to get up and stretch. Dark finally snaps after a playful poke and pins Wilford to the wall with a growly growl "You're about to stretch in a minute" followed by both also being grabbed by the monster.

The jims were doing brotherly twin activities with Eric, roughhousing with him. Both Jims get him pinned and are just about to get him. Eric closes his eyes, too flustered to watch but nothing happens. Surely it's an anticipation trick, but he falls for it. He peeks an eye open and reporter jim is no longer straddling his thighs. Camera jim ran off to rescue his brother and gets captured. Eric attempts to run off to get help and of course, gets captured as well.

Googles were probably in the middle of maintenance. Bing was doing a sick trick where he's doing a handstand on top of a ramp. Anti and Jamie were planning their next prank and it goes "horribly wrong" in the sense that it was rudely interrupted by the monster (they probably duct taped Chase to the wall and were just about to get him out. Poor chase doesn't even need to be scooped up!)

Robbie was being a little assistant for Shawn and in an attempt to show affection, he paints one of Robbie's cheeks to make him giggle. He goes back to work and finds something is brushing against his cheek. In a comedic turn of events Shawn thinks it's Robbie trying to get him back, only to discover it was in fact a paint brush like tendril/vine. Hijinks ensue.

Yancy was on facetime with Murderslaughter who is NOT helping the situation at all, telling the beast to aim for his ribs and teasing him about going soft if he couldn't handle one monster when he was used to 20 or.more hands grabbing him at a time. The beast proceeds to grow more appendages to get Yancy.

Jackie and Silver were probably practice sparring with each other for training as Host, Yandere, and Dr. Iplier watch. Jackie 80 percent of the time is able to pin Silver down, but Host keeps resetting their positions either way, getting a kick out of Jackie's determination and playful annoyance. Dr. Iplier is watching their vitals, superhero stamina is such an interesting thing, especially since this sparring has been going on for hours and only starting to get a little tired. Yandere is there to cheer on and shout out fighting manuevers, planning to have both heroes tuckered out before attacking themselves. They then just barely hear Host's narration murmurs, something about a monster about to interrupt their sparring. Couple of seconds later and bam, all 5 of them are captured and just their luck, the two superheroes are also captured and too weak to pry off the appendages

Illinois is the only one who almost got away. Almost. His overwhelming luck allowed him to not get captured. Until he ran into Actor who thought it'd be funny to throw him into the chaos. Actor was just about to walk away when Ben got captured. Some would say Actor would have just left him, but he was fulled by jealousy because no one messes with his butler but him!

Unus and Annus were in the middle of a séance for fun to see what would happen. They think they caused the monster to appear.

And that's all the ones I could think of. Obviously I would never ask you for such a big feat. But you defo give off the vibe that if you ever quit writing fanfics, you'd give one hell of a last hurrah!

YOU DAMN FUCKIN BET I WOULD HOLY SHIT THIS IDEA IS SO COOL - I'm not at the point of stopping outright yet as I still have prompts to fulfil, but you have correctly identified My Vibe for a finale 😆💜

[theknightmarket]

I did a tier list of the Markiplier Egos, so I thought I’d share it here – and, yes, perhaps some of these ratings indicate who I like to write, sue me. So, bottom to top, here it is:

Actor: Super Hell

         I goddamn hate Actor, as you could probably figure out. He’s a prissy bitch, who deserved everything that came to him. Okay, that might’ve been a bit of an exaggeration, but Jesus Christ do I hate him, mainly for causing Damien’s death, plus everything else, but mainly that. He deserves less than Super Hell, but that is the bottom of the barrel.

E-Boy Mark: F

         Reminded me too much of my boy Bing, and I did Not like it. Plus, I have the same tiger pattern on one of my jackets, and I did not want to be associated with this E-Boy. So, F tier.

Ed Edgar: F

         I hate babies. Simple as that. Props for being a cowboy aesthetic, but that mustache knocked him back down into F tier.

Derek Derekson: F

         Need I say anything? He’s abusive and a bitch, and I care too much about my baby Eric to put him any higher. I would put him lower, but Super Hell is reserved for Actor. F.

Silver Shephard: E

         I haven’t seen anything about him, except for the skit with all the other egos, in which I also did not see much. Cool costume, but no clue. E.

Dr. Iplier: E

         Again, not much. To be honest, both of the Egos in the E tier are ones I haven’t seen much of but know about. Hence, the doctor is here. Nice catchphrase, E tier.

Yandereiplier: D

         The animation is cool, I’ve always liked horror-blood elements, and the pictures of Yandere have the red hair, which I am a fan of. However, the game itself is a point down, and he is only for the sim, so D tier.

King of the Squirrels: D

         A classic start to the Ego train, so points given, but points taken away because I am not a huge fan of peanut butter. Squirrels I love, though, so again. Hence, D tier.

Bill: C

         Okay, so I haven’t seen the video he comes from actually, but I did see one clip of him saying ‘Oh, honey, no’ and, boy, did I feel flustered, and I don’t even know why! It was just weirdly sweet and reflects the kinda stuff you see in my S tiered Egos. But, alas, he’s not all that common in videos, so C.

Bim Trimmer: C

         I don’t know either, man, he’s just a funny guy. The image I have for him is so stupid, and he’s Bim Trimmer??? C’mon. C tier.

The Colonel: C

         Being separate from Wilford, he’s kinda lacking in substance compared to him, but I get it. Cuckolded a dude, which isn’t a great start, but it’s Actor, so I don’t care. Says ‘bully’, which is fun, but he does kill the viewer, so points off for him, putting him in C.

Google(s): C

         Might be influenced by my having a fic in the works for him, but I am also a sucker for AI, android stuff. Plus, the fanart I see for him is always cute. Him being rude to Bing takes him down a notch, though, so C.

Heehoo: C

         The concept of this guy is so funny to me – like, Jesus Christ, the Markiplier runs into the wild, completely naked, save for maybe shoes, of all things, and is fine??? The long hair pushes it over D, but the lack of a voice keeps him in C.

The Nightguard: C

         It’s mainly for the musical itself, and that one moment when he leans in and says ‘I killed a guy’ because obviously. Not to mention it’s Mark singing. However, this one can be excluded from being an ego because it is basing off of a pre-established character. So, C tier.

Captain Magnum: C

         I haven’t gone through his ending yet in AHWM (sue me, I got Yancy first), but I do love pirates ;) but I don’t love beards. Personal preference, it just takes away from the face. Basically, the aesthetic alone brings it into C tier.

Annus: B

         Now, I did watch, uh, [redacted] – catch my favorite video being the A.I generated basically fanfictions – and I loved the whole concept of it! The ending, especially during covid, kinda helped me get used to death and the idea of having to die in the end. However, some of this does not extend to the ego of Annus. I feel like there was a lot more they could have done with both Annus and Unus, but I understand that most of the audience would not have wanted it to be fully cryptid and ARG-esque, so B is both the lowest and highest I can go with him. I do love suits, though. 

Eric Derekson: B

         I have seen next to nothing about this boy! And I love him :D! He’s just so cute in everything I’ve seen and read. Solid B tier for the cute side, anyway. 

The Jims: B

         Honestly, it’s a goof ego, and I like that. The stupid movements and the little side bit about WKM made me happy after the sad events, and I saw them in Space, so I’m happy to put them at B, as a collective, of course.

Monster Gulch Mark: B

         I’m a sucker for apocalypses, man. The casual murder plot caught my eye, and then the second song was a banger, too. I was super disappointed when nothing ever came out from Monster Gulch again, and I appreciate the running water thing, if you know what I mean by that. So, for both Mark in this and the musical in general, B tier.

God of Night: B

         Dope aesthetic and I am a sucker for deity-stuff. However, I do not have the attention span to watch a 3+ hour video where he is not in all of it, and was, maybe, recorded without a hard script? I don’t know, but I know I should watch it considering I have a fic queued for him. Cool concept, but I can’t watch so much of that in one go. B tier.

Noir: A

         You remember that I said I love suits, right? Well, this guy, in a disheveled suit, the noir aesthetic – one that I loved since I saw Into the Spider-Verse – and the voice over??? A tier, and I will take no comments. Also, there’s something to be said about how the lower tiers tend to have the cocky-know-it-all egos, and the higher tiers are soft guys. This, the A tier, is a weird exception.

Murdock: A

         No. 1, the murder – no. 2, the vibe – no. 3, the outfit! The moment I saw Murdock, I had to put the screen down and go for a walk. You’ve seen this man, you understand what I mean. A tier, for everything he’s involved in.

Dark: A

         This is probably lower than a lot of people would put him, and I’m still debating putting him higher, but A tier is the least I will go. Again, there’s the suit, plus, I’m a fan of the glitchy, multi-emotion thing he has going on. However, as many of you will remember, he did shove the viewer into a mirror and steal their body. Not great on his part, but he is against Actor, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Hence, A tier, plus he does stage himself sexily on that desk, so…

Engineer: A

         This guy is plain cute. He’s devoted, he’s hard-working, he appreciates the aesthetics! He really should be in A+ tier, considering I have a sticker of him, too, except for one tiny snag. Actor. He is the source of all my trouble and complicates things in the theory sense. Is Engineer actually Actor? We don’t know, and I don’t like to think I would put anyone related to Actor in A+. So, sorry, my dear boy, he has to be in A tier.

Bing: A+

         If you’ve seen my other posts, you may already understand why he’s here, but I will reiterate for every who doesn’t know. I don’t know what it is, but the dumb, skateboarder-bro, with a heart of gold is a thing I love. The glasses are cool, the orange I adore, and an android? C’mon, I can’t put him anywhere but A+. (I also have a sticker of him on the laptop I am currently writing this on)

Host: A+

         I had to go searching for Host after the sketch with all of the egos in it, and, boy, was I overjoyed to find him. The blind-fold and narrator bit, and a couple of fics I’ve read influenced this decision. A+ tier, but it’s a controversial one. (Another that I have a sticker of)

Wilford: A+

         Yeah, this is just where he belongs. S tier is reserved for two egos here, and so Wilford is a banger in A+ tier. The whole fruity-bisexual-timelord thing is amazing, and, as far as character design goes, oof, the fluffy hair, slightly unbuttoned shirt? I am swooning. A+ tier. (Also, a sticker)

Illinois: A+

         This guy has two belts. What a dude. And the flirty thing I appreciate, the whip cracks, as well. Him walking backwards through a bunch of traps is pique douche, but in an oh-my-god-he’s-going-to-get-himself-killed-better-help-him kind of way. Like pulling a drowning dog out of a pool and them shaking off. A+.

Can you guys guess who’s at the top of this list? If you can’t, lemme tell you. 

Damien: S

         Damien is my comfort character, and that sucks because – spoilers – he is dead. I forgive him for shoving the viewer into a mirror, solely for his adorable personality and all of the fics people have for him prior to poker night. The ‘little monster’ nickname has me squealing every time I hear it, and I could fully write an essay on his character. Fuck Actor for killing him, and fuck anyone who doesn’t think he’s amazing. Solid S tier, no questions. 

Yancy: S

         Objectively the best character. He was my first ending in AHWM, I love his song, he applied for parole??? Look at that man, listen to him talk – the accent omg – and tell me, genuinely, that you would not do anything for him. Look me in the eyes and tell me that he isn’t the light of your life. ‘Free as a buird’ – gods, he’s adorable, and a sticker that I have on the inside of my laptop, to boot!

And that’s it! Feel free to reblog or send me an ask telling me your opinion, but know that I will fight you if you disagree on my S tiers :D

Have a good day everyone!

[inkribbon796]

Egotober 2023 Day 27: Coincidences

Summary: Dr. Iplier has become the foremost expert on superheroes, not on purpose, but his skills are useful all the same.

A/N: Happy birthday to Dr. Iplier. He gets to share a fic with Orange, which took some hoops to get the two of them together in this fic. Dante Naraj, is my temporary name for the Orange Side, expect it to change when we learn his name.

Prompt: Orange

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

It was a weird sequence of events. Iplier had taken a quick flight over to Gainesville. It was to check on the three new apprentices.

One phone call led to another and Iplier was taking a short vacation to help with a supervillain convict in the city.

Because of experience, not so much by study, Iplier was one of two doctors in the world who were the most qualified on the subject of superhero powers and human anatomy. If Iplier had known you could go to school for something like that, he would have. Because everyone assumed he was an expert on it.

He wasn’t. There were days when Iplier had no idea what he was doing when it came to superheroes. If one of them was injured in a normal way, like a normal person, he was in his element. But he got random calls from doctors at odd hours. He got students trying to ask him questions about papers. Henrik got the same. And heaven forbid they were in the same place together. It got worse if they were in the same hospital. Which had happened once when Iplier had gone to Brighton to visit Henrik and went to pick him up after his shift.

Today they wanted his help with a particularly tricky convict, one they were positive could break out if he wanted to. He’d caused a significant amount of damage before he’d been arrested.

So Iplier was going with Bing to a secure office in the prison to see what he was dealing with. Bing was there for security because Bing could be anywhere in the electrical system and if there was a problem he had permission to remote lockdown the entire place.

But with about three guards, Iplier was talking to Naraj, his orange jumpsuit with the facility’s name on it.

Iplier could see malice in the man’s eyes, and Iplier tried to do little more than blink. “Hello.”

Naraj was quiet for a bit, but he nodded. “Well, what a coincidence. They dragged you all the way here.”

“I was in town, you’re one of the inmates they wanted me to check on,” Iplier said.

Naraj had an arm cuffed to the chair he was on and a guard hovering over him as another doctor took a bit of his blood. Naraj was staring at Iplier. “You’re here for my brother, aren’t you?”

“I don’t believe so,” Iplier said. “You and I have never met.”

“You’d like him,” Naraj said as the doctor pulled away from him with the blood sample. There was a smile on his face, one that Iplier knew not to trust, so he braced. “He’s a smart kid. Too smart. He can solder and tinker things that I just can’t. I was jealous of him for a long time, angry. That kid is just so smart.”

“You must be proud of him,” Iplier said.

“How I feel is none of your business,” Naraj said.

The guard leaned in a little closer. “Answer the question.”

Naraj looked at him before taking his time to answer, “No, and you can tell him that to his face.”

“You spend a lot of time praising someone for not being proud of him,” Iplier said.

“Lo’s smart, so smart, but also so very dumb. He’s not smart enough to hide the fact that he’s working for Bing. Or that he got this little internship, just before Gainesville got one of the only apprentices you heroes have.”

“Coincidence, I’m sure,” Iplier said.

Naraj smiled, laughing a little to himself. Leaning back a bit. “Oh yeah, I bet. Hey, can you give my brother a message for me?”

Iplier’s eyes met his again and the doctor saw the switch flip and Naraj lunged at him. The handcuff keeping his other arm down broke at the chain.

Iplier threw his arms up over his face and turned to put his arm in the way instead of his chest. Everything moved around him.

Naraj hit him and Iplier felt his humerus bone break before Naraj was pulled away and the correction officers had something that was a magic-dampening glove that kept Naraj’s strength and more importantly his percussion abilities that had just broken Iplier’s arm.

“Tell him what I did to you!” Naraj shouted as he was pulled away and a doctor was in front of Iplier.

Iplier got his arm checked out and he was rushed to a hospital to get his arm checked out and get a brace, a cast, and a sling to keep his arm pinned.

Iplier got a little bit of Dante Naraj’s records and kept a short correspondence with the warden. Naraj had been diagnosed with IED: Intermittent Explosive Disorder. Which made sense to Iplier with what he was allowed to know about his report.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been injured working with heroes or even with an inmate. But it was perhaps the worst one. Iplier had been singed or got very slight burns but it was nothing serious. This would get him sent back to Egoton the next day, only getting a single day with the apprentices and in that time he was hopped up on painkillers and needed Bing to conduct most of the tests.

Having a broken arm on the plane was awful but he would get home safely and would make a full recovery.

[doctordiscord123]

Whumptober 2024: Stitches

Dr. Iplier meets a man, and things get...hazy, after that.

For @whumptober, @whumptober-archive

Commission Info | Buy me a ko-fi

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Dr. Iplier hummed softly as he worked, eyes glazed over, a dull, red sheen to otherwise warm, tired brown eyes. He didn’t mind the twitching of his patient, just made sure to grip his chin harder, holding him steady as he worked oh so slowly. Nearby, he could hear his next patient’s muffled whimpers, and he glanced over, a smile easy on his face, sterile gloves slick with spots of blood. “Now now, it’ll be your turn soon. Don’t make me rush now~”

The patient in his grasp jerked, and Dr. Iplier looked back to him, needle still held between two fingers. Yancy. That was his name. Dr. Iplier had vague memories about him…holding him…kissing him…he shook his head, and smiled, raising the needle and pressing it to his bottom lip. “I’m almost done. Just hold still, and this will all be over soon.”

“Fuck you!” The words were partially slurred, only half his mouth available to speak. He jerked again in Dr. Iplier’s grasp, fighting the duct tape that bound him to the chair. “Doc – I don’ understand –”

“Shh…” Dr. Iplier patted his face, and pushed the needle through. Yancy flinched and whimpered as Dr. Iplier pulled the thick, black thread through the wound and up through another puncture through his top lip. Already, about half of Yancy’s mouth was sewn shut, his lips bulging against the tight thread. And Dr. Iplier worked steadily, evenly, slowly but assuredly sewing the rest of his mouth shut.

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[faecaribou]

dr. iplier whump fic

Whumptober Day 10: They Look so Pretty When They Bleed Blood Loss | Internal Bleeding | Trail of Blood

Drip. Drip.

He pressed his hand harder against the wound.

The human body can lose about 40% of their blood before passing out, about 66% before death, his mind reminded him.

“Shut up,” he hissed. “That can’t help me now.”

He tore off the bottom of his sweater and tied it to the wound. It was a pathetic attempt to help stem the blood for such a large wound, but it was better than nothing. He needed a hospital. He needed a first aid kit.

What was the point of being a doctor if he couldn’t help himself?

Keep moving around to a minimum. Elevate the wound if you can. Make a tourniquet.

Dr. Iplier swore quietly to himself as he ran around the corner of a hallway. He couldn’t do any of those things. He had to keep moving, keep running, to get away. He knew without a doubt that his family was looking for him, but so were they.

Come on, Host, Dark, he thought, stumbling along. It wouldn’t be long for they found the trail of blood he was leaving behind, wouldn’t be long before they caught up. He whimpered into the turtleneck of his sweater at the thought of them finding him.

He turned another corner before his leg gave out on him, and he collapsed with a cry. With a desperate noise, he pressed his other hand against the wall for support, smearing blood on it, and tried to stand, but his leg wouldn’t cooperate. He pressed his back against the wall and examined his leg. His flimsy bandage was already soaked with blood. He tore off another strip off the bottom of his sweater and shivered as his bare lower back made contact with the cold wall. He wished he had his lab coat. Didn’t he have a few supplies tucked away in those big pockets? Maybe nothing that would really help him, but at this point, anything to help stop the blood loss would do. He pressed both hands against the wound, grimacing as his thigh flared in pain in response.

Time was running out.

How much blood had he lost already? He shivered. 

Such a wound would make him lose blood at the rate of about-

He pressed his head against the wall in a futile attempt to drown out the thoughts.

Side effects of minor blood loss include nausea, anxiety, increased heart rate and respiratory rate, losing feeling in your hands and feet.

He whimpered again. He had no way to tell whether he was feeling some of those symptoms or not because he had been running from people who wanted to hurt him. He flexed his fingers carefully, but he wasn’t sure if he was losing feeling in them or not.

Side effects of major blood loss include confusion, disorientation, rapid and shallow breathing, weakness and fatigue, drowsiness, and cool, sweaty skin-

He shivered and then whined in the back of his throat.

Shut up, he told himself. You’re just imagining it. It’s human nature to automatically start mimicking the symptoms.

He still sounded dangerously close to hyperventilating.

He looked up and down the hallway. Empty. No one had found him yet. He wasn’t sure if he felt relieved or not. Perhaps his family was fighting them, defeating them, and his family was only starting to look for him now, he thought hopefully.

He blinked slowly. Shivered. How much time had passed since he had escaped? He didn’t know. He considered trying to get up again but decided against it. His leg hurt too much and he felt too tired. Reluctantly, he decided to lay on the floor instead of propping himself against the wall. He couldn’t elevate his wound, but at least he could make his body as flat as possible.

Carefully, he laid himself down. His body protested in response but he ignored it.

He stared at the ceiling, hands still pressing against his leg.

He lost track of time. He could hear his heart pumping wildly in his chest. He couldn’t say it was because of his run anymore. He noticed his grip on his leg loosened and he tightened it. His hands felt numb. He pressed harder. How long until

He lost track of time. He felt woozy. What was he doing laying on the floor? He tried to sit up but couldn’t. He went to use the wall as support but paused. His hand was covered in red. Was that blood? He searched for the wound and found it on his leg. He pressed his hands against his leg. How did he get hurt? He felt tears running down his face. His vision was blurry. He felt so

He lost track of time. He felt horrible. He just wanted to fall asleep. He tilted his hand to the side and noticed there was something red on the floor. He thought it was blood but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He blinked and

He lost track of time. He felt so tired. He was laying on something wet. He could hear footsteps approaching. He didn’t care. He closed his eyes.

[madame-mimsy]

“This man belongs to me, I want him...”

Slowly getting back into sketching more, and with how Dracula Daily has suddenly brought the book back into common knowledge, I figured I’d bring back my silly Ego Dracula AU with Henrik as Van Helsing, and Dr. Iplier as Dracula.

Original sketch: early 2019

Redraw: May, 2022

[westanthewaterman]

Kinktober 2024 - 6/31

Pairing: Dr Edward Iplier x GN!Reader

Kink: Deepthroating

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

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist - Find it on AO3 - Fic Masterlist

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

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

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

You nod.

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

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

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

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

[lostcybertronian]

I don't know if you've noticed this based on the irregular intervals in which you me liking your writing but I keep reareading a lot of of your fics, especially when I feel down :')

They've become somewhat of a comfort, largely because of the way you write. You're genuinely a wonderful writer.

(You've also made me love the ship of Dr. Iplier and Host.)

I hope you're doing well.

Thank you! This totally made my day. I need to get back into writing prompts as soon as I finish this other fic I'm working on. It'll be soon, though.

Don't forget you yourself are an amazing artist.

[septic-dr-schneep]

90: Dr. Schneep and Dr. Iplier

“Somebody will come. T-They must notice by now that we are gone, yes?” Schneep chattered, pasty hands cupped for a shivery exhale.

“The g-graveyard staff wouldn’t know to look for you. You d-don’t even work here. They’ll think I left after the s-s-shift change.” Edward’s legs were too stiff from the cold now to pace; he had sagged, tucking them underneath him against the walk-in freezer’s frigid floor. “If G-Google or Jackieboy would just c-check their s-stupid notifications…”

“They will c-come. They will, and I will not even p-protest one of Jackie’s strangle-hugs. He’s at least warmer than here…”

[franklyshipping]

Do you think the droid boys can disconnect their limbs? And if so, still be in control and/or can feel things.

Like imagine Bing doing a prank where he lost his hand and an ego helps him look for it. Suddenly Bing's hand crawls out like a spider and shimmies its way on the ego and scurries under their shirt

Or if Google is chasing Wilford who is JUST out of his normal reach. He disconnects his other arm and uses it to reach out and grab him, before pulling him closer.

Or the have the ability to "turn off" their limbs. Like, say Google disconnects his hand and pins an ego's arms above their head, disconnects his hand and presses a button to turn it off. Now his hand would be locked in a position acting like cuffs for an ego. (Actually didn't Oli and Robbie do that once in a fic? Add Robbie to these headcanons as well i forgot he can disconnect his limbs) meanwhile their forearm probably has tickly items stored that they can use in replacement of their hands

Or... even better. Someone else can disconnect their parts and turn it off! Say Bing is being more bratty than usual, someone (most likely Google) could just casually take off his arms and feet and turn them off so they can't shimmy back. But imagine he still has feeling despite his motor controls are off and disconnected. Poor thing was a mess as Google scribbled into his foot, motor controls off so he couldn't even scrunch.

But don't worry, most egos don't take advantage of this, since they don't think it's nice to casually do this to any bots, or Robbie, unless asked.

Honestly Robbie and Oli are probably the only two that ask for it verbally. Bing only recieves it when he bothers Google too much. And Google only lets his brothers or Wilford take his limbs. There was probably one time someone else did and it was Dr. Iplier. It happened on accident and while curious, respected Google's wishes, but did offer Oli to test out Iplier's curiousity.

One time though, Bing really riled up Google. And Google took his pinky toe. He carried it around all day, lightly rubbing his thumb over it whenever he felt like it, reveling in the echoes of screamish laughter across the halls. And then gave it to King, who let one of his squirrels nibble it (supervised by both King and Google) and that was the day Bing found out what a squirrel's tongue felt like. Google, after having some fun, washed his pinky toe with some isopropyl alcohol after inputting a phrase that would temporarily turn off his nerves that only works for Bing (since they are two different company bots) and gave it back.

You'd think that would teach Bing a lesson but nope, now whenever he's in a bad lee mood, he can just bother Google.

This. Is. Gold. I. Love. This 😆💜