#eric derekson adventures

[gaymingwriter]

Valentine’s Day Headcanon/Drabbles

I’m very slow with requests but I’m currently working on them! I just wanted to write something for Valentine’s Day. Also I don’t usually write Date Mark but since it’s Valentine’s Day I think it fits

Characters in Order: Darkiplier, Damien, Googleplier, Date Mark, Illinois, Eric Derekson, Jameson Jackson

Category: Fluff

Pronouns: They/Them, not used directly

Warnings: Writer’s favorites are obvious, swearing, somewhat spicy reference in Illinois’s but it’s not much

Darkiplier

- This is one of the only holidays he actually plans for and looks forward to

- He actually takes the day off for once to spend time with you

- Would wake you up with your favorite breakfast in bed

- After you’re done eating he cuddles you for a while

- Then he takes you shopping. He’ll buy you pretty much anything you want

- (He’d think it’s really sweet if you got him something too though, so you should do that. It doesn’t have to be expensive)

- Takes you to your favorite restaurant for lunch

- Y’all go for a walk and go to the library/zoo/aquarium (or whatever you prefer)

- He takes you to a fancy restaurant for dinner

- Y’all cuddle and watch movies when you get home <3

Damien

- Y’all stay in for the most part

- Cuddling and movies all day

- He got you flowers and a small gift

- He’d be happy with anything you got him <3

- Makes breakfast and lunch for you

- (Though he will love it if you both cooked together)

- Took you to a nice restaurant for dinner

Googleplier

- He didn’t really understand Valentine’s Day?

- He does his research though

- Goes probably too hard with it

- Ends up planning way too much

- When he wakes you up, he excitedly tells you about everything he planned

- …you very gently let him know that all of his plans would be incredibly stressful

- He’s a little sad at first, but he doesn’t want to stress you out, so he changes his plans to be a couple things

- You get each other some gifts

- You go out to your favorite restaurant for lunch

- Y’all spend the rest of the day cuddling

- Takeout for dinner

- He’s honestly really flustered the whole time

- Even if it isn’t exactly as he planned, he’s still really happy with how everything went <3

Date Mark

- This fucker lives for Valentine’s Day

- The whole speech he gave during ISWM about all the things he planned for the date?

- Yeah, since that didn’t happen, he saved it for today

- He’s actually a real sweetheart when Actor isn’t using him as a character

- Gets you a bouquet of roses, a teddy bear, a box of your favorite kind of chocolate, one of those heart lockets with a picture of both of you in it, and a little heart that he knitted for you

- He sobs of joy and appreciation when you get him something, no matter how small it is

- He takes you to dinner, the fair, and a movie

- And you both hold hands <33

- Y’all binge watch shows and cuddle for the rest of the night

Illinois

- He may be a flirty bastard

- That’s it that’s the sentence

- He does plan an adventure for the day!

- …y’all don’t really leave bed for a while though

- Most of it is cuddling!

- He ends up just taking you to the zoo or aquarium

- He almost cries in public when you get him a gift at the gift shop

- Dinner at the zoo/aquarium food court isn’t the most glamorous, but it was perfect for both of you

- Afterwards you watch cheesy romantic movies until you fall asleep

Eric Derekson

- He made plans! He’s just incredibly nervous to tell you!

- For this reason, you made sure he knew that you’d prioritize any plans he had, but you still had your own ideas

- He shyly brought up that he wanted to have a picnic

- You loved the idea, and your lunch was spent on a blanket in the park <3

- You got him a gift and it made him feel so loved it was great

- He got you some flowers and something you’d had on a gift wishlist

- He was so afraid you wouldn’t like it but he was reassured when you hugged him

- The rest of the day was just the two of you being sweet and romantic with each other

Jameson Jackson

- Gentleman of the year, honestly

- He crocheted some hearts and a little plushie for you

- Turned on some music and danced with you for a while <3

- He made you breakfast, and you make him lunch

- Y’all watched some of yours and his favorite movies for a while

- You gave him some flowers and chocolates

- He loves the classic gifts <3

- You order from y’all’s favorite restaurant for dinner

- The rest of the night is spent chatting and watching movies

[earnestlyegos]

Rank your fave mark egos, and why

-🗡(not part of the qnapp I just felt like asking)

this one. took awhile. also this isnt a list that like,, shows which one i hate?? i love, all of them! just some a little less, but if i had to rank em, this is how id do it! So this is more of a “most favorite to i still like them, but i like these guys more!!”

(1) Yancy

i like him the most honestly because hes just.. he means so much to me?? ive got no clue as of why i attached to him so hard, but something about the way he sings and dances, his daddy issues, his past, the way he smiles and just how dramatic he is. he makes my heart soar, i want to give him all he deserves. hes an amazing person to me.

(1.5) Wilford Warfstache

literally couldnt pick one favorite. warfstache was the first ego i fell in love with, due to his complex character and lore!! i love how in WMLW hes sincere with abe, and i love how kind he is before he goes “insane”. i love how hes a loyal man as william J barnum, and hes just AUGHHHH!! hes got so much to him and i love him so so so so much!! hes SO cool!! LIKE SPACE!!!

(2) Eric Derekson

eric is a hot and close second. i love how timid and nervous he is, and i love how he canonically comes back, and somewhat gets over that!! i LOVE characters with a tragic past, which is why yancy and wilf are first!! i love eric sosososo much, i wanna kiss his head and hold him, he deserves the world!! hes only second cause yancy and warf are some of my BIGGEST hyperfixations.

(3) illinois

ironically loved him and now i unironically love him. i love the confidence and the stupid fucking suaveness, it makes me laugh! i also headcanon hes a genuinely nice guy, and often teaches at the prison because he works with a program and such!! i like to think he genuinely loves his job, and is maybe (100%) is autistic over archaeology. i love his energy!!!

(4) Damien

i love him. i just, i do! i love how sincere of a man he is, how soft and serious he is, BUT HE CARES SO FUCKING MUCH FOR WILLIAM AND IT HURTS!!!! i hc him as such a nice man, who is genuinely doing his best to make everybody happy. he also deserves the world.

(4.5) THE JIMS!!!!

I FUCKING LOVE THE JIMS I LOVE THE HCS THAT PEOPLE COME UP WITH I LOVE READING THEM IN FICS!!! they are SOSOSOSOOO silly!!! devilish little bastards, rats!! rats in my walls!! I LOVE THEM.

(5) Head Engineer Mark

hes a stupid brat man child and i love him. hes such a smart guy, and yet so dumb and adventurous, i love his energy, and i love how hes basically captains puppy???? he really comes in close with damien for me, but we dont get much of his character in ISWM, so honestly its hard to form a solid opinion on him! otherwise i think hes absolutely fucking hilarious and i adore him and his personality.

(6) Darkiplier

i love you. i have the hc of him being edgy and evil, but hes also doing it mostly all for show. i love how its literally all out of spite because he fucking hates actor, and i love how hes just there to fuck up his plans. i love thinking hes just— HES A CAT, MAN. A SNARKY LITTLE SHIT, I LOVE HIM, HES GREAT. i also love the hc that he goes by most pronouns!! mostly he/they, but sometimes she/her and im absolutely fucking here for it. slay girliepop!!!!

(7) Bing

do i. do i have to explain? hes a douche! i fucking love him! over confident idiot, who looks epic?? dude, thats just me!! i just fucking adore his vibe, love how you see him interact with google in fics and shit, i just, THERES JUST SOMETHING ABOUT HIM THAT MAKES ME LAUGH IN SUCH A GOOD WAY!!!

(7.5) Actor Mark

hes a dumb egomaniacal asshole and i love it. hes fucking stupid and greedy, is also a man child, and i can absolutely see him pouting and stomping his foot when upset. HE ALSO KILLS HIMSELF FOR FUNSIES I JUST THINK THAYS FUCKING HILARIOUS??? literally dies and says to damien “hey i want you to be my villain, bye!!” and RUNS OFF TO MAKE ANOTHER UNIVERSE?? HELLO??? also hes evil and im here for that, slay king, fuck things up!

(8) King of the Squirrels

hes funny as fuck and ive read a few fics with him. love how people think he interacts with Bim and the jims, i also think he would be good friends with eric, considering they both LOVE animals!! love his outfit too!! hes just silly, and i like to think hes this nice energetic guy whose just really passionate over squirrels :)

(9) Bim Trimmer

show host. thats it. cannibalistic show host. love it. its me core, i love him. i like to think hes a nice guy, but also has manic undertones and a slight sinister feeling about him and OH BOY AM I FUCKING HERE FOR IT. im a sucker for the over dramatic show host type, and its a reason why i actually love spamton too! i love the “always have a professional smile even though im clearly extremely angry at you, so ill just be as passive aggressive as possible, haha!!” GOD I LOVE HIM

(9.5) Dr. Iplier

OF COURSE I THINK HE MATCHES WITH YHE HOST!!!!!!! their dynamic is so cute in fics dont even fucking get me STARTED. anyways, i love how much of an asshole he is in the skit(s??), but i also love how people write him as this caring and hardworking man. he would get along well with eric, dark, and the host in my eyes! maybe even yancy, because theyre both kinda a reserved character in my mind!

(10) Google

hes cool!! i love that hes a sinister sentient AI, and is always a fucking smartass. i love smartasses that are always serious and always follow the rules. Tenya iida core, iykyk— uh, love the guy!! again, love how hes an asshole, yet i still hc he cares about the others and alla that, he just doesnt show it and blahblahblah. also love his design, its something so simple yet, it really pops!! love the art people make of him, and i also love the asshole confidence hes got—

(10.5) The Host

hes also sosososooooo neat!! again, seen him in fics, i love how some people write him. he deserves love and care, and i think that him and yancy would really connect, considering theyre both outcasts in their own ways! hes a sweetheart who is trying his best and you literally cannot fucking convince me otherwise.

(and then all the others i dont know/care about)

lots of ties, though, hoped you enjoyed this long and VERY autistic ramble about the egos i like-

[shy-marker-pliers]

The Adventures Of Eric Derekson Chapter 11 | Sick.

As soon as Eric woke up, he felt horrible. His stomach was doing backflips, his throat hurt, he felt rediculously cold, and his head was throbbing with a dull pain. and the worst part is, all of it had happened overnight. He groaned and rolled over, mashing his face into his pillow, and then gagged. He promptly shot out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

He crashed into Host along the way, who smiled and was about to say something, but Eric quickly pushed past him to get to the toilet and puke his guts out. His throat stung and the taste of bitter stomach acid was in his mouth. When he was done and the mess had all been flushed, he curled up on the floor and coughed, pressing his forehead to the cold tile.

Host rushed in almost immediately after he was done, wearing a concerned and panicked expression on his face. “What happened? Is Eric alright?”

Eric curled in on himself and whimpered. “n-n-no...I feel r-real bad, Hosty.”

“It’ll be alright, dearest.” Host frowned and sat next to Eric on the floor, helping him sit up and brush his hair out of his face. then he got him cleaned up. Eric would have protested normally, but today he just sat down in the tub and closed his eyes as the warm water from the shower head cascaded over him.

After he was washed off, Host helped him out of the tub and wrapped him in a soft towel so he could dry off while he got him some clothes. He came back carrying one of Erics favorite shirts and some pajama pants. He had even given Eric one of his own sweaters to wear once he saw how violently he was shivering.

The two sat on the bathroom floor together for a while before Host brushed Eric’s wet hair from his eyes and wrapped an arm around him to help him stand up. Eric wobbled a bit and Host quickly decided that he would carry him.

“I-I can walk, m’fine, just a l-lil’ bit dizzy...”

“The Host doesn’t want to hear it. he’s taking Eric to doctor iplier to make sure he’s alright.”

Eric whined but didn’t protest further, just curled in on himself more as he nestled into his boyfriend’s arms.

He must have fallen asleep while he was being carried, because the next thing he knew he was sitting on a metal table and being gently shaken awake. He opened his eyes, but quickly closed them again when the harsh glow of the fluorescent lights in the doctor’s clinic reached them.

“Oh shit, sorry kid. Here..” he heard the voice of the doctor say. then he heard a switch flick and the room was dim.

Eric sighed, relieved, and finally opened his eyes to see Host nervously tapping his feet as he looked at a clearly tired Doctor iplier, who was still in his pajamas and holding a comically large mug of coffee.

“The Host is sorry to walk doctor iplier up, but Eric is sick and he threw up a-and he just-”

The doctor put a hand up and host silenced himself. “it’s fine, i’ve been woken up earlier than this. So what seems to be the problem?” he asked as he took a long, slow drink of his coffee.

“The Host doesn’t know, he saw Eric running into the bathroom and then h-he was just throwing up!”

The doctor hummed and set down his mug to put on his signature white coat and head mirror. then he got out a clipboard and paper and started to scribble on it.

“m’kay. Eric, were you feeling sick before today or did it start just now?”

“I-I dunno. I mean, I was really tired last night but i didn’t feel b-bad or anything...”

“Okay. What are your symptoms?”

“W-Well, like Host said, I threw up, I-I have a headache, and I feel really cold. o-oh, my throat’s kinda scratchy too...”

“Hm. lemme get your temperature real quick, ok?”

Eric nodded and sat patiently while Dr. Iplier held the thermometer in his mouth. When he pulled it out, he squinted to make out the numbers on the dim screen and let out a low whistle.

“Damn kid, you’ve got a 102° fever.” He wrote a few more things down on his clipboard and then sighed.

“This looks like a case of the flu to me. Sorry buddy, but you’re not gonna be feeling better for a few days, at least. The only thing I can give you is some pepto bismol to try and settle your stomach.”

Eric whimpered and slouched over. “g-great...thanks anyway, doc. It was nice of you to t-try and help.”

Host made his way over to Eric and frowned, cupping his face in his hands as he gave him a kiss on the forehead.

“Oh, love...The Host is sorry. If he could make Eric better he would, but he can’t use his powers to alter people’s bodies.”

Eric closed his eyes and sighed as he felt hosts warm hands on his cheeks. “s’okay, honey, d-don’t feel bad...”

Host took Eric into his arms once again and carried him out of the clinic.

ten minutes later saw Eric wearing a face mask he had borrowed from the doctor, sitting on the couch trying to get warm with the help of a mountain of blankets. And, of course, Host. He held Eric close to his chest, combing his fingers through his hair.

The other egos were notified of Eric’s sickness and were all doing their best to be quiet for his sake. Randall had made him some soup, yan had lent him an electric blanket, and Dark had even used his aura to summon some stuffed animals for him. He would have given him a pillow too, but he didn’t need one. he had his face mashed into Hosts stomach, trying and failing to keep his headache at bay. When he wasn’t on the couch, he wa sin the bathroom throwing up or with dr. iplier, taking his latest dose of medicine.

Host never left his side. Worry radiated off of him in waves, and he was always holding Eric, letting him sleep on his chest, or running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to soothe his never ending headache.

Eric slept a lot, and host stayed with him no matter what. He was always there when he woke up, giving him something to eat or asking him how he was feeling.

and so it went on for five more days. Eric’s sickness ebbed away slowly but surely, and although he was still cold and lethargic, his other symptoms had all but vanished by the end of the week.

Host, the worried, doting boyfriend that he was, still insisted on staying with him constantly until he was 100% better, and when he finally was, he was so relieved.

That is, until he woke up with the flu the following week.

[wilfywarfy]

Captain Magnum taking all the Egos onto his ship for a wide seas adventure

King skittering up the flag pole so he can perch upon the sails as king of the world

Dark and Wilford fighting a kraken with ease, which would've been faster with just Dark, but Wil wanted to spray the worlds largest can of pepper spray at the thing

Yancy and Mags getting everyone in on the sea shanties

Google and Bing being not only living maps, but surprisingly good at playing squeeze accordians

Any water mines are avoided thanks to Illinois

Doc is there to cure anyone of sea sickness, but it also happy that he can get out of the hospital for a day

Eric is trying his best, and that's enough

Host narrating up a beautiful island, conveniently stocked up with all the vacation desires they could ever want, along with a treasure for the Ego crew to search for

Yes I love this idea, why do you ask?

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Egotober 2022 Day 15: In the Flower Bed

Summary: Noir gets used to being in the Manor.

Prompt: Plant

Characters: Noir, Illinois, Eric, Dark, Wilford

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

Illinois had brought Noir to the Manor, Eric was with him. He was trying to make a point of slowly acclimatizing Noir to the strange magic of the Manor.

Even though he’d been raised in the Manor for most of his life, the House made him feel weird. Never while he was inside it, but always when he looked back at his time inside of it. Time felt different, like he’d spent too long and only seconds inside. He felt like he became a different person, and he didn’t want that for Noir even if it was unavoidable.

So today he and Eric were staying outside of the Manor, on the grounds. Illinois had always liked the grounds and how they folded into the tree line of the woods.

The grounds were always pristine. Never a weed in sight. As if there was some unseen groundskeeper tending to the place. If there was, Illinois had never met them.

Flowers usually changed but occasionally some pink five petal flowers showed up on the ground and they were the closest things to weeds the garden had.

Noir was playing around in the garden. He had picked a couple of flowers, some of the pink ones and some random ones and given them to Eric and Illinois. Eric had one of the pink ones tucked behind his ear. The child had some toys and a truck and was playing at the edge of the flower bed.

When they had arrived, Dark had immediately given Noir a box of wooden trains and cars with patterns painted on the sides. Dark also slipped Illinois and Eric an envelope each, giving them each a gift of their own.

Dark then retreated a bit away from Noir, especially after seeing the grey color start to overtake the colors around them.

Noir was playing with his toys as Illinois was talking with Dark.

The young boy had some plastic dump trucks that he’d filled with dirt and flowers. Noir still wasn’t too much of a talker but Illinois hoped that would change as he got more comfortable with them.

Noir held out one of the flowers out for Dark, and Dark took it, looking at the flower in his hand. The flower stubbornly held its pink coloration.

Dark took the flower. “Thank you.”

Noir looked up at him, the shadow of a little smile on his face. A smile that would in time grow to resemble Illinois’s more and more as the years would eventually go on.

Illinois had wandered into the house to grab some iced tea and muffins. He looked at Noir but didn’t move to stop him as he set down the picture and a tray of muffins. He opened up a portal to grab some glasses from inside the Manor.

He gave Noir a minute or two to know he was there before calling out to him. “Hey, Noir, buddy, snack time. Let’s go and wash your hands.”

Noir just looked at him as Illinois stared back at him.

“Dirt in your muffins and tea don’t taste good, I’ve tried it,” Illinois said, casually just pouring a small kid glass of iced tea for Noir.

Noir was coaxed briefly into the house so he could wash his hands and then he stepped back outside and sat down for some muffins and snacks.

Illinois looked over at the  ripped up dirt and flowers. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” Dark said. “The flower beds will recover.”

“Well look who’s here,” Wilford smiled as he walked out of the House.

Noir was too busy stuffing a large piece of muffin into his mouth to say hello, but Dark thought his expression looked more like a smile than the one he’s given Dark. But the demon didn’t say anything about it.

“What an adorable little rascal,” Wilford smiled at him. “Hey there, junior.”

“He’s been playing in the flower bed,” Illinois warned.

“Ehh, it’s all fine,” Wilford dismissed. “George will take care of it, it’s what he’s paid for.”

Dark gave Wilford a startled look, taking a step back.

“Who?” Illinois asked.

“George,” Wilford said, smiling. “You know.”

Illinois gave him a look.

“You remember good ol’ George,” Wilford said as he plucked a muffin off the tray. “The chap who keeps the grounds, I see him every once in a while. Nice chap, good man. Great conversationalist but a bit of a skewed memory. He says I was in the war, but I don’t see why I would have done that.”

Wilford turned back to Noir, bracing his hands on his knees, “Having fun with the flowers my boy?”

Noir nodded.

“Wonderful to hear,” Wilford smiled and reached into the Void to pull out a light grey fedora with a rainbow colored belt around it. “There, we go. Just like your old man.”

Noir let him place that hat on his head and Wilford looked between Noir and Illinois. “Isn’t he lovely?”

“He is,” Illinois said.

Wilford turned back to smile at Noir again, “You’re going to grow up to be as handsome as your daddies aren’t you?”

Noir managed the tiniest of half smiles as Illinois and Eric both grabbed muffins. Dark ate one even if he couldn’t enjoy it. The moment of them together was peaceful and pleasant.

Wilford’s little moment notwithstanding.

[abbybubbls]

I just woke up to Bo Burnham’s “Lower Your Expectations” song stuck in my head, so I’mma do this

“You want a guy that’s sweet” - Eric Derekson

“A guy that’s tough” - Silver Shepherd

“A feminist who likes to pay for stuff” - Bim Trimmer

“That kind of guy who gets along with your friends” - Yancy

“Without being attracted to any of them” - Illinois

“A good boy” - King of the Squirrels

“A bad boy” - Actor Mark

“A good bad boy” - Wilford Warfstache

“A half good, half bad, half boy” - Darkiplier

[shy-marker-pliers]

coming soon on The Adventures of Eric Derekson, Eric + Doggos!

protect him 

[riotlain]

Egos with their s/o’s cat

Bc my cat is laying on me and being loud

shorter than usual bc i want to post

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Iplier Egos

Darkiplier

He likes your cat

He just hates the fur

I feel like he’d talk to the cat casually-

“Hello there. How are you doing?” “Meow!” “Oh really?”

You’d never see him do it ofc

When you have your back turned hes cradling your cat

Every once in a while youll find a cat toy on the ground that you dont remember buying

It was Dark ofc

Wilford

Dog person but he doesnt mind cats

Definitely babys the cat tho

Holds it like a baby and walks around

“Have you fed the lil guy today?”

No guns around the cat

Will shoot anyone who insults your cat

Illinois

Bros literally never home bc adventures

But he find it nice when he visits you have a cat to rub against his leg

Pets it like a dog

If its a kitten he’ll put it on his shoulder and walk around your house with it

Gets cool artifacts for you cat??

10/10 Cat dad whenever hes over

Eric Derekson

Was scared of your cat being mean

Now hes emotionally attached to it

Rough day? Eric hangs with your cat

If your cats an outside one he’ll be so fucking scared sometimes

“What- what if your cat gets in a- uh- um- a fight?” Please reassure that your cat will be fine

Always gets lil toys or treats for your cat

Host

Host cant see your cat lol

He enjoys the cat fur tho

Unless its hairless then uh-

He definitely talks to your cat casually

“The Host asks how [Insert cat’s name]’s day has been?” “Meow!” “Well thats nice :)”

Emotionally attached to your cat now

Septiceye Egos

Anti

Hes an asshole to your cat

Would never hurt em or anything

Just bullies him

“Hey, Y/n! Look at this fatty!” * Anti holding up your cat*

Has beef with your cat for some reason??

“What’re you lookin’ at?”

Jameson

Cat person for sure

Cradles your cat

Gets lil toys for em

Literally the whole thing

“Looky here at this rascal!” *Pats your cats head*

Your cat will probably end up following him around alot

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♡Rules and Request info♡

♡ General info and rules if you want to make a request

Some General Info to keep in mind:

♡I write for a lot of fandoms but if I'm hyper fixated on something I'll most likely write for that the most, so bear with me

♡Sometimes I get burnout and really struggle to write anything, so I might not get to your request immediately

♡Theres no grantee I will do your request usually I already have a lot of stuff in my ask box so I probably won't finish everything ^^

WHAT I'M WRITING FOR AT THE MOMENT: Markiplier egos, Rottmnt, Danny Johnson

Currently only writing for: Gender-neutral reader, Masc Reader, Nb Reader, Trans Readers, and others if specified BUT NO FEM

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR

♡Newsies (movie and broadway version)

Jack

Crutchie

Spot

Racetrack

Davey

♡Slashers

Ghostface (Danny Johnson)

Michael Myers

Leatherface

Thomas Hewitt

♡Markiplier egos

Darkiplier

Engineer Mark

Wilford Warfstauche

Damien

Actor Mark

Yancy

Googleiplier

Bingiplier

Eric Derekson

♡Adventure time

Fern

♡Fnaf security breach

Glamrock Freddy

Moondrop

Sundrop

♡Detroit become human

Conner

Markus

Simon

Daniel

♡ Owl house

Hunter

Luz

Amity

♡ Madness combat

Deimos

Hank

Sanford

♡The outsiders

Darry

Ponyboy

Sodapop

Dally

Two-bit

♡Heathers

JD

Veronica

♡Rottmnt

Leo

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

April?

♡Tf2

Scout

Engineer

Medic

Sniper

Spy

Demoman

Miss Pauling

♡Outlast

Miles

Waylon

Blake

Eddie

♡Wally Darling

Wally

♡Spider verse

Hobbie

Pav

Miguel

Miles

Peter

Gwen ♡Call of duty

Ghost

Soap

König What I won't write!

-Pedophilia

-Incest

-Any fetish stuff

-Any S3lf harm scenarios

-Any sort of underage reader in romantic situations

-Fem reader

-Poly stuff

What I will write!

♡Fluff

♡Angst

♡One-shots

♡Drabbles

♡Headcannons

♡Scenarios

♡Nsfw

♡LGBTQ+ stuff

♡General questions about character or my take on their world or anything like that!

If you do request be specific with what you want and make sure you ask if I write for a character you want before requesting!

[frozenrose105]

i think i forgot to add the promp- for the eric derekson request—- im sorry—- But what if when eric was young (I dont exactly know what age he lost his mother and siblings) a certain ghost (the da) took pitty and comforted him and decided to become his new mother and the da is very protective—

Ayo, I'm back from the dead <3

Trigger Warning for kinda heavy shit on this one bois

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Losing Eric’s mother and his siblings was devastating- for both his father and for him. His father locked himself away for a long while, leaving Eric with the house practically to himself. It was lonely. Their house was too big for just the two of them, and Eric spent most of his time in his own room. At least there, he could pretend everything was normal. He could pretend that everyone was at home, rushing around to get ready for some activity or another. He could pretend that everything was a dream, and that any moment he could be called into the kitchen for dinner.

In reality, Eric learned quickly how to make meals for himself. He didn’t know what or when his father ate, only that he wasn’t to be bothered. The last time Eric had tried to bring him food, he’d heard the quiet sobbing from inside the room that his parents used to share, but attempting to go inside had only caused his father to lash out. He could never be her, or any of his siblings. He could never fill the hole in his heart that the deaths had left. …He should have been on that bus. …Getting the same responses each time, it didn’t take long for Eric to stop trying. There was nothing he could do for his father except try to be better, he decided, and at that moment it meant leaving him alone.

The emptiness, however lonely, had left him with new opportunities for adventure as he tried to make the best of his situation. He was able to explore the entirety of their house, and it was grand indeed. He pretended that he was his siblings, lazing about in their untouched rooms and willing away the anxiety that had begun to take hold of him even in his moments alone. They had never been so afraid. They would know how to comfort their father. …Maybe he should have been on that bus.

When he started having thoughts like that, he found it difficult to be anywhere but his own room. He knew he didn't belong in the others, so he curled up under his own covers and simply waited for time to pass. What else was there to do? School was out for the summer, he had never been social, and it had become difficult to get into any of his old hobbies.

It was during one of these moments that he heard a soft tapping sound from across his room. The sound had him jolting up in bed, his eyes darting around the room. There was no one and nothing over there which should be making sound, and Eric felt himself tense as fear and anxiety flooded through him.

tap tap

It sounded like it came from his attached bathroom, but he didn't move. He didn't watch horror movies much, but he knew enough about them to know that the one who investigated was the first to die. So he just held tightly to his blanket and kept his eyes fixed on the room, ready to bolt if need be.

Hours passed though, and he felt his thoughts drifting away from the sound. Had it been his imagination? Perhaps just the creaking of the old house, or even a rat- which wasn't so scary. Whatever it was it hadn't been heard again, and his fear slowly dissipated as the sun set. By the next morning he had forgotten about it entirely.

That was, until he stood at the sink washing his hands, debating whether to brush his teeth or to just go back to bed.

tap tap tap

Eric jumped, his head snapping up to look at the mirror as he stepped backwards. Then he whipped away towards the door, looking back where he had just been standing- where he thought he'd seen a figure standing beside him.

There was nothing. Was he going insane? There weren't many places to hide in his bathroom, especially so quickly. Should he call the police? Certainly this was occasion enough to disturb his father. But he didn't see anyone, didn't hear anything- ...What should he do?

"You're hurting." The voice coming from his mirror was faint. Distorted, but lacking malice. Still, Eric jumped and flicked his eyes back to the mirror. ...He really was going insane. Or he was dreaming, but this felt very real.

"Wh- What?" He was unsure, and the word came out of his mouth before he could stop it, but he shook his head. "I'm calling the cops." It wss supposed to be a warning, but his voice trembled. He had left his phone plugged in on his nightstand, and he was sure he couldn't get to it in time.

"...Eric, right? ...I won't hurt you. I couldn't if I tried. I lost my physical form long ago."

Eric wasn't sure whether or not that was comforting. On one hand, the voice in his mirror couldn't hurt him. On the other, he /was/ going insane.

".....Who are you? What are you?" Eric took a hesitant step back into his bathroom, fixed on the mirror. Stepping back into view, he could see the figure once again- indistinguishable in gender, and just that- a figure. There were no features at all, as if he were speaking to a shadow. His instincts were screaming at him to run, that this would also get him killed in a horror movie. ...But he was pulled by his curiosity, deducing that if he was going to be hurt it would have already happened.

"Just call me the District Attorney. I'm not here to talk about me, I've long since accepted my fate. But you haven't. ...None of it is your fault, you know."

"Y- You- ..." He wasn't sure what to say to that. How did this- District Attorney, know anything about him. What the Hell was happening.

He decided in that moment that he didn't want to know. He turned on his heel and sped out of the bathroom, making his way towards his father's room. He knocked on the door- only to realize he didn't have a clue how to explain what had just happened. ...And he was unprepared for his father to actually open the door to face him. It had been so long....

"...I've had enough of your selfish bullshit, Eric." Eric realized he'd missed the first half of what his father had said, stunned by it all, but when he opened his mouth to speak now he was cut off. "Don't even bother. I know you're more needy than any of your siblings ever were, I'll put a stop to my grieving to tend to you."

"That- That isn't-" Eric tried to stutter out an explanation, recoiling from his father's anger.

"I said don't fucking bother. You'd think you'd have learned to listen by now at the least." Derek moved past Eric then, slamming the bedroom door behind him- out of his room for the first time that Eric had seen in weeks.

Eric didn't have it in him to follow his father, or to try to explain himself further. Instead he moved back to his room, unable to care so much about his previous fears. That night he found himself sitting on his bathroom floor, tears streaming down his face as he talked openly to the DA, and the District Attorney listened like his father never had.

[elusiveelysian]

Masterlist?

i havent written anything in a long while (maybe i’ll get back to it soon) so this masterlist is small.

masterlist

markiplier egos

wilford warfstache w/ mirror demon s/o

yancy with an s/o that works out

eric derekson with an adventurous s/o

darkiplier with a child (writing prompt)

kissing the host (writing prompt)

waking up beside eric derekson

danganronpa

sakura oogami with an affectionate s/o

personal favorite danganronpa boys comforting a sad s/o

kokichi being found beaten up by a detective s/o

leon, mondo, kiyotaka, and kazuichi with an s/o who has a older sister

fuyuhiko, kazuichi, and nagito with an s/o that’s scared of storms

fluff with gundham tanaka

kaito momota escaping prison (shit post, writing prompt)

misc.

writing prompt list

[lady-raziel]

MARKIPLIER’S BIG ASS BAKE SALE IDEAS FOR YOUR PERUSAL

-pbs-style pledge drive ad starring the jims (or eric derekson!!)

-choose your own masochism 

-choose your own loading the dishwasher simulator (where if you do it any of the wrong ways you die)

-sexy costume workout vid

-choose your own adventure: hiding your sins from amy (if she finds you...uh oh)

[shy-marker-pliers]

The Adventures Of Eric Derekson Chapter 10 | A Conversation That Should Have Happened A While Ago And A Very Long Story Titile That’s Stating To Sound Like That Of A Fall Out Boy Song.

Warnings: none that i can think of

Relationship: Heric

Characters: Host, Eric, Bim, cameos from several other Egos

Eric was nervous. duh.

On this particular day, he was nervous because he had a big problem. A big, tall, handsome, trenchcoat-wearing problem. The Host. He had been Erics very best and closest friend (and not so secret crush) for months now. If he didn’t tell The Host how he felt sometime soon he would explode.

And therein lies the rub. because if he told The Host how he felt and got rejected, he’d never be able to talk to him again. He couldn’t take that chance, never. And so, he suffered and suffered, until one day, he couldn’t take it anymore and sought help from the manor’s self-proclaimed relationship expert.

Bim trimmer. Who was also, coincidentally, the manor’s not-so-self-proclaimed gossip hound. But Eric didn’t really know who else to go to, so there he stood, outside of Bims bedroom door.

The door flew open the second he knocked. and there stood Bim, wearing nothing but polka dotted leggings, knee high boots, and a glittery purple scarf, for some reason.

“Eric! What a pleasant surprise! Sorry for not being as put together as I usually am, but i was cleaning out my closet, which basically means that I try on everything in it and throw away what isn’t in season anymore.”

“O-Oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t know you were busy...i don’t wanna be a bother, i’ll come back another time-“

“Nonsense! a quiet lil’ cutie like you could never bother me!” Bim wrapped an arm around Eric’s shoulders and guided him into the room, which, to Eric, looked like the place where New York fashion week went to die. there were clothes of all kinds scattered everywhere. well, except for a little couch up against the wall, which was where Bim was taking him.

The gameshow host snapped his fingers. Inexplicably, the room was suddenly spotless, and he was wearing his usual attire of a three piece suit and tie.

“There. Much better.”

“But don’t you wanna finish going through your clothes...?”

“oh, I never throw away anything in my closet anyway. i’m sure if you went far enough in there you’d find some stuff from the ‘40s. Anyway, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Um...you’re t-the ‘relationship expert,’ right?”

“The one and only.”

“...Okay. B-Before I tell you anything, y-you have to promise me you won’t t-tell anybody.”

“Aww!”

“Please, Bim..?”

“Fine. You’re lucky you’re too cute to say no to.”

“T-Thank you. Now um...I kinda sorta like somebody.”

“Do tell.”

“Okay, okay...i-it might be a bit surprising, but...I-I like The Host.”

Bim snorted before hiding his face and breaking into a fit of giggles.

“Oh honey, I know. Everyone knows.”

Eric blushed immediately. “E-Everyone?”

“Well, everyone except Host at least. The poor bastard is as clueless as you are.”

“What...?”

“He likes you too. it’s so obvious. plus, he rants to me about how cute he thinks you are every damn day.”

“H-He what??”

Bim laughed even harder. “Babe, you have no idea how many of us have been internally screaming at you two to just date already.”

Eric didn’t know whether to laugh or blush or cry. In the end, he settled for putting on a big goofy grin. “S-So he likes me back!?”

“Yes, you dummy!” Bim paused and took a deep breath. “i’m sorry, that was rude. you’re not a dummy, you’re beautiful and perfect just the way you are. But you’re kinda clueless when it comes to relationship stuff.”

“I guess you’re r-right...B-But now i know he likes me back!”

Eric sprung up from his seat to head to his room, but not before giving Bim a quick hug and a “Thank you!”

He was a giggling, blushing mess the whole way back to his room. However, onece he got there, he stopped. What was he supposed to do now? if he tried to ask Host out, he’d just mess it up! he couldn’t let that happen! and knowing that The Jost likes him too was amazing, but it would definitely make their future interactions awkward. Oh god, he’d never be able to talk to Host now.

...___...

Luckily for Eric, the god of love seemed to be on his side. after hiding in his room for almost the entire day, he had changed into his favorite onesie and gotten ready for bed. However, before he could shut off the lights and snuggle up under the covers, there was a quiet knock at the door. He walked over, opening it a crack to see who was on the other side.

There stood The Host. He was fidgety and anxious, which was unprecedented in and of itself, but what really confused Eric was that he was holding what appeared to be a very tiny tree.

He opened the door all the way. “H-Host?”

“The Host apologizes for coming to Eric this late, but he wishes to speak with him about something important.”

“O-Oh, it’s no problem! I’m a-always glad to have you as c-company...” Eric went a bit pink, but he gestured for Host to come in.

The two sat next to each other on Eric’s bed. There was silence for a while, but then The Host cleared his throat and spoke.

“The Host apologizes again for coming this late, but he just couldn’t wait any longer.” He drew in a deep breath.

Host handed the little tree to Eric, who took it and looked at it curiously. “It’s a bonsai tree. The Host knows that flowers are more visually appealing, but they wither up in a few days and...Well, he just thought that it would be nice to give Eric something that he can keep and take care of.”

“Oh, thank y-you, I love it! It’s a-adorable!” Eric smiled and set the bonsai tree on his bedside table, then turned back to Host. “But why d-did you bring it to me?”

“Well, like The Host said, flowers are usually used for these types of things...”

“What...?”

“What The Host is trying to say is that he likes Eric very much, and has for a long while now. I-In a romantic sense, that is. He understands if Eric does not feel the same, but he needed to get this off of his chest.”

Host curled in on himself a bit, avoiding looking in Erics direction.

Eric, meanwhile, was blushing from the tips of his ears all the way down to his neck.

“You- You r-really didn’t know?”

“Know what?”

“I thought I was being a total obvious mess, with how I couldn’t s-stop blushing when you t-talked to me, or how I f-followed you around like a lost puppy, o-or how I, like, short-circuited whenever you smiled at me-“

Eric stopped himself from rambling. “What I mean is, I um...I like you too. A-A whole bunch.”

The Host beamed. it was by far the happiest Eric had ever seen him, and he felt a little blossom of pride at causing that happiness.

“Eric has no idea how relived The Host is right now- And he thought he was being the obvious one? The Host thought it was him!”

he laughed. Eric laughed too. Soon both of them were in fits of giggles, both from the sheer hilarity of the situation and the relief that their feelings towards each other were reciprocated. After they had calmed down, Eric asked, “So...what do we do now?”

“...In all of the romance books The Host has read, this is usually the part when the kiss happens.”

“That...t-that sounds nice.”

The Host smiled a bit. Then he moved closer to Eric and cupped his face with one hand. And finally, finally, he gave him a slow, gentle kiss on the lips.

He’d never known why authors used the description of fireworks going off to describe the feeling of a kiss, but now that it was happening to him, he was beginning to understand it. The butterflies that had been in his stomach had all flown away, leaving a fiery, almost overwhelming feeling of happiness. When Eric moved to wrap his arms around The Host and pull him closer, he couldn’t think properly. all he saw in his mind were bursts of dazzling color.

Eric felt exactly the same as Host did. It was finally happening, everything that he had been imagining for the past months was finally happening! He could barely process it all.

Host and Eric pulled away from their kiss eventually, but they stayed in their embrace. Eric rested his head against Hosts shoulder, and hestayed like that until he was nearly asleep. Host laid him down on the bed and made to leave for his own room, but Eric grabbed his hand and tugged him back.

“Stay...?”

Host couldnt say no to Eric’s big puppy dog eyes. So he took off his trenchcoat and laid down next to him, then curled up around him.

Eric barely had time to mumble a goodnight before he was asleep. Host sighed, hugging the smaller man so that he would be secure. He kissed Eric on the forehead, then he too drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

[wilfywarfy]

SWORDS!

(I never said I was Picasso, so sorry for the art XD click for better quality!)

These are the 9 I have so far! Each ego has their own, and they all have special abilities relating to that ego (Found below the cut!)

Illinois: Escort decides whether you're going to the beyond, or into the pits. A possessed axe that he found on an adventure. It also has the ability to catch fire!

Annus: Forged from the sands of time, this sword can be summoned in any sandy terrain. If you lose your life to this blade, you will be turned into sand.

Bim: Scoreboard is themed after his love for gameshows! The number on the handle displays your kill count (Bim has quite the number) and, a special feature: The Hire My Ass in the actual blade lights up!

Bing: The Knee-Cap Cutter is a combo sword and skateboard! The 2 engines (Shown helpfully in red) are there to help him go even faster! The skateboard texture makes the sword even more painful.

Eric Derekson: Fauna. Yes, I know it looks like a leaf, but shush. Since I don't think Eric could bring himself to hurt someone, this sword has a solution: Animals! Yep, it summons up any animal Eric needs!

Yancy: Jailbird is an interesting case where its not exactly a sword, but rather, a blunt force object. Made from prison bars sent in by his friends at Happy Trails, Yancy has very helpfully marked his territory with red marker.

Host: Allegory (Get it? Alle-gory) has a ton of poison damage on it. The blood on the tip and the bloodied bandages on the blade are extremely dangerous. The handle is made so that Host has a better grip, giving him a lesser chance of dropping it.

Google: Database uses Google's glitches to it's advantage! Running throughout the whole blade, the push of a button can make the entire thing glitch out, making for a painful demise and simple clean up.

Wilford: Ah, my love! Themed after ice cream, Neapolitan shoots out boiling hot fudge from it's point, leaving those in the way in a world of hurt. If you're really unfortunate, you might just get hit with the cherry bullets.

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I might make more, but these are all I have so far!

[inkribbon796]

Egotober 2022 Day 30: Pumpkin Carving

Summary: Noir’s first Halloween with his new family, and uses his first burst of magic.

Prompt: Pumpkin

Characters: Noir, Illinois, Eric

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 little late in the season for pumpkins, but they lived on an island and had exactly zero neighbors. So the only people they decorated were them.

Illinois had made some five bean chili for Eric, Noir, and himself. Noir seemed to like it and that’s what mattered. Noir wasn’t feeling up to going to the Harvest festival but he was feeling up to going out for Halloween. Which both Illinois and Eric were excited about. They’d been careful not to let Noir’s adoption slip to any of the villains or heroes, mostly to keep anyone from involving the kid yet and give Noir time to adjust to living with them.

Tonight they were making Jack-O-Lanterns. It was a tradition that Illinois had grown up with in the Manor. The week after Halloween they would always destroy the pumpkins unless one of them really wanted to watch it rot. Which was usually Author. But this was Noir’s first year so they probably wouldn’t break out the sledgehammer yet.

Illinois was sitting on the front porch, at the little table off to the side, with two pumpkins and an entire kit of pumpkin carving knives and utensils. The sharper ones put away and safely away from Noir, and Eric.

“Alright, buddy, what kind of face do you want?” Illinois smiled, squatting down a bit so that he was one Noir’s level.

“I don’t want a face,” Noir frowned.

“That’s all good, what do you want, kiddo?” Illinois said. “We can put anything on the pumpkin.”

Noir was quiet for a little bit before holding up his teddy bear.

“A bear? We can do that. You want Columbo or a grizzly bear?” Illinois asked.

“Columbo,” Noir said, a little bit of a smile on his face, clearly excited.

“Sounds good to me,” Illinois smiled. How about Eric takes care of him while we’re working?”

Noir held his teddy bear a little tighter but he nodded.

“Eric, dulcito, sweetheart, can we have some help out here?” Illinois got up to call into the open doorway.

Eric took a bit to get up from the kitchen table when he was on his tablet watching news feeds and then slowly walked over. Noir gave him a huge smile when he saw him.

“Hmm?” Eric asked as he smiled back at Noir before looking at Illinois.

“Can you keep Columbo company for a little while?” Illinois asked.

Eric smiled and nodded as he pulled up a well cushioned chair over and sat next to Noir. It took Noir a little bit before he passed over his teddy bear. Eric carefully held it in his lap as he watched them.

“H-How lovely,” Eric smiled as he looked at the pumpkins Illinois was drawing on. Noir was sitting close with him.

Illinois had pulled up his phone to look at ideas and Eric tilted the bear so that it was in view when Illinois needed a look at it.

“I think Columbo was a good choice for a pattern,” Illinois said as Noir watched him working.

“Really?” Noir asked.

“Oh yeah, he’s gonna look great.” Illinois smiled as he pulled the top off of Noir’s pumpkin and dragged the bowl closer so that they could scoop the seeds out.

“Wanna reach in here and help, buddy?” Illinois smiled, being careful to move anything that Noir could cut himself on as far away as possible.

“Yeah,” Noir said and reached a hand out to plunge into the pumpkin to start ripping seeds and pulp out. But as he did, time suddenly began to freeze.

In time Noir would say it was the same as when Eric would slow down videos to see what heroes or villains were doing. Things had slowed down to a crawl. Even Noir did.

But his thoughts were a different story. They began to race. At first confusion at what was going on as his brain took in so much information. Too much information.

Confusion turned to fear as Noir stopped trying to reach for the pumpkin and was instead mentally screaming for Illinois and reaching for him.

And then he was free, and Noir began screaming and crying. Illinois immediately let go of the pumpkin and raced around the table to Noir. More of the boy’s grey magic was taking over things. Illinois checked Noir over for any cuts, fearful that he’d left some knife. The pumpkins were forgotten and Illinois and Eric took Noir inside as Noir clung onto Illinois.

Illinois could feel magic coursing through Noir’s body.

It would be some time before Noir calmed down. Illinois wrapped him up in his favorite blanket as they watched some movies. Pumpkins would be taken care of in the morning. And Illinois would take to Host after Noir had gone to bed. He had some questions about how quickly Noir’s mood had shifted and Illinois was concerned that something had happened.

But for now the little family was cuddled together, watching things and comforting Noir until he smiled again.

Tomorrow would be a better day.

[abbybubbls]

A Hunch: The District Attorney is different from the viewers in other “with Markiplier” projects

I’ve always seen a bunch of theories over the years of the District Attorney and how they affect the rest of the Markiplier Cinematic Universe. Theories like “How did they escape the mirror? Dark must have done something to the mirror to get them out! You’re free from the mirror, which means you get to go on all these adventures again!”

Let me remind you that Dark stole the District Attorney’s body, leaving their soul in the mirror at the end of Who Killed Markiplier. Mark said it himself that Dark had no empathy for the District Attorney at all, and would never set them free. Dark used them for his own benefit, and simply walked away.

“But wait!” I hear you say. “The District Attorney is supposed to be YOU, the viewer! And the viewer is a character! If you’re stuck in the mirror, how do you go on all these adventures with Mark in Date and Heist? And besides, in Date, Actor Mark said that you looked familiar to him, so it must have been the District Attorney after being freed!”

I NOW PRESENT TO YOU MY HUNCH! The District Attorney can be different from the viewers in Date and Heist, just like how all the characters that Robert Rexx, Mick, Tyler, Ethan, Bob, Wade, and especially Mark have played are different from each other in every project that have had them included in! The District Attorney is basically given the Ego Treatment™, where there are people out there that look just the same as the District Attorney did, but are completely different from them in many ways.

Let’s use Eric and Captain Magnum as an example. Eric and Captain Magnum have the same face, and they both lost their legs due to freak accidents. Does that mean they’re the exact same character? Absolutely not! Eric is always anxious, stutters, is accident proned, and has a terrible relationship with his dad. Captain Magnum is a friggin PIRATE, so of course he’s gonna be the exact opposite of Eric in every way possible. He’s adventurous, huge, a quick thinker, and acts very fatherly towards you after being a part of his crew.

Yancy and Illinois look the same, but do they have the same backstories? Personalities? How about Dark and Wilford? Bim Trimmer and Silver Shepherd? The Host and Ed Edgar? The King of the Squirrels and the Jims?

The District Attorney and the viewer from Heist are VERY different from each other, even if we insert ourselves as these characters so they basically have our personalities.

In WKM, we insert ourselves as the District Attorney, but we are never given a choice to do certain things that could show how different one person can be from another if we are in a situation like being a witness in a murder. Famous actor is dead? Oh no! A detective offers you to be his partner, even though his previous partners have died in horrific ways in the past? You’re his new partner anyway! A pretty lady you never heard of pops in from out of nowhere and offers you to help her in a spooky séance to commune with the dead? Join her! This will go out so well for you!

In Heist, the viewer is given a choice in nearly every single thing that is thrown their way. And you can see through just the hands behind the camera that the viewer actually has a distinct personality! They’re sassy and playful, but confused and naïve! Alarm went off at the museum? Let’s go find a helicopter that you have absolutely no idea how to fly! Stuck in a prison cell with a magical box that contains supernatural vibes that could easily break you out with your dumbass partner in crime? Act out that said dumbass is dying and needs to call his sick grandmother, and hand the emotional guard a tissue! A scientist mistakes you as an anomaly for time overlapping and causing the zombie apocalypse, and the only cure for it is to kill you? Nah, you’d rather live than save the entire world, let’s get outta here!

You could say that I’m overthinking this with all the comparisons I’m making, but... I’ve now completely lost my train of thought on how to finish this. This is just something that I thought I should share, because I find this kind of stuff very fun to do. Let me know what you think if you have anything in mind!