#heehoo ego

[fenneciplier]

I saw that with each poll I did, Hee Hoo always got a high amount of votes, so I decided it would be fair to write for him ^^!!

REQUESTED BY: It’s complicated, technically all the people who voted him in the poll, and me. WARNINGS: Some foul language, violent descriptions, Hee Hoo being stinky.

🪨 Hee Hoo x Reader General Headcanons 🪨

🪨 Stinky!! /derogatory. If he were a cartoon he'd constantly have green stink lines following him.

🪨 It's actually a miracle this caveman didn't rip all your limbs off as soon as he saw you on his turf.

🪨 Probably a Tarzan situation, maybe you were camping or something and came across him, or maybe you were actively looking for him. Whatever the situation is, he's not a fan of trespassers.

🪨 Give him Takis as a sign of peace and he'll probably spare you. Oh- and make sure to not talk or approach until he's done with the bag, he'll think you're trying to capture him.

🪨 Also no flash photography (he'll break your damn phone-).

🪨 And istg if you hold out Takis and go "pspspsps" you better hope he doesn't bite your fingers off.

🪨 After befriending him, he's kind of like a guard dog. Always by your side when you're wandering the forest, will twist an animal's head off if they even try to approach, he even barks.

🪨 He's definitely fascinated by you in some way, not your clothes, or the size of your hand against his, but you.

🪨 Every time you visit the first thing he does is aggressively sniff you, Y'know.. to see where you've been. If he smells food he gets excited because he thinks it's for him.

🪨 He also rubs himself against you and your stuff every time you visit, making sure everything with a sense of smell knows you're not for picking.

🪨 He doesn't take too kindly to your restrictive "clothes" so don't be pissed off when he rips apart any shirts or even pants you try to give him.

🪨 He doesn't really speak, he mostly grunts, except for "Hee" "Hoo" and "Annus". Maybe you could teach him more.

🪨 After a while he'll probably give you a nickname, and it'll be just a specific grunting noise or something that sounds close to a word, but it definitely won't be your name.

🪨 He can't cook the animals he captures so he has to eat them raw every time, please give him food :(

🪨 This mf with scarf down ANYTHING you give him (except the Takis). Uses his hands to eat, chews sloppily with his mouth open, but he also leaves no crumbs. What a gentleman!

🪨 DO NOT touch him unless he touches you first! You need that confirmation. If you don't wait and just touch him, he'll spin around and shout in your face.

🪨 Oddly enough, even though he doesn't like being touched first, he's also a cuddler. When it's dark and you're both by the fire, he snuggles up to you (mainly for warmth) and rests his chin on your shoulder.

🪨 He's a LOUD snorer. It's like a train call, just "HEAAAAAAAA-" but it turns out to be an unintentional defense mechanism, it scares everything else away.

🪨 For the safety of the people you plan to tell, don't tell them. Don't even post about it online, people will find him (he's still Mark and he's been missing for god knows how long).

🪨 He's just a simple creature now, living the best life he can create for himself. The last thing he wants is to be crowded by a bunch of people. This is Hee Hoo's choice, even if the Mark inside isn't mentally present right now.

[egosandchaosandmoreohmy]

Hey I'm the anon that remembers you! I'm not 100% sure if we have talked to each other but you can call me Heehoo anon lol

Oh and I saw a doodle request thing, can I request a teeny Heehoo? :3

-Heehoo anon

There you go Heehoo anon! It ended up becoming much bigger than intended, but I hope you still like him!

And honestly can’t remember who I’ve talked to half the time save for a select few people who are either ostracized for being bad or just inactive fr

[urdadsceilingfan]

EGooootoBerrr:Day 9 antlers

Heehoo is one with nature, he is nature

[ricky-tiki-tah]

Heehoo for egotober day 2: bird

[luminary-rainchii]

Heehoo comm for @cookieface678 !!

[trainingdummyrabbit]

you have abnos???? ooooooo......

pelase elbrate....... if not an isue....

i have beasts !!! :] idont talk abt them very much but ilike them a lot.. one day i might write a full thing for all of em but ican give a rundown hwehe ^_^

This Place Won't Stay - [EGO: With The Tide] Duty and Inevitability; Thankless Jobs. A mostly humanoid abnormality with the exception of having the head and tail of a fish. appeared to me in a dream. takes heavy inspiration from salmon, but looks more like a rainbow trout. very no-nonsense and constantly at work; it is Deathly serious despite the way it looks. the idea of responsibility-- jobs that only you can do. tied inextricably with death, yet working for the benefit of many. the greater good. living, working; not for any personal gain, but simply out of obligation, habit, nature. equal parts resentment and pride, it toils in an endless cycle; laying claim to none of the fruits of its labor other than the cold satisfaction that its served its purpose.

Pious Nightingale - [EGO: The Fool] Well-Meaning yet ultimately Self-Centered Hubris. A small, plain bird adorned with a lavish red cape and jeweled gold crown. draws from The Nightingale fairytale. it sings of tales of grandeur and eclectic feats, sparking inspiration in any that hear its voice. lands from afar and things beyond the imagination; it can show you all of them. a silver-tongued creature of many stories-- however, it is still simply a plain, ordinary bird. it insists it can solve any problem, lead everyone to true freedom; yet all these experiences it claims to know are naught but stories. its never lived them itself. it insists it can save anyone and everyone; yet cannot talk itself out of the gilded cage where its lived its whole life. the blind leading the blind.

Whispers of Another Life - [EGO: Hiraeth] Misplacement; Yearning for that which doesn't exist. A vaguely humanoid shape that takes the form of a rapidly shifting child's drawing, hastily cut out of paper. the elusive desire to Belong, rapidly changing the self in order to fit into a perceived 'gap' in the perfect image of How Things Should Be. it riles itself into hysteria searching for something it sorely misses, yet never truly had. yet, in trying to change itself so rapidly, it can never truly fit in anywhere. all it has to do is get it right. all it has to do is keep trying. the pieces will surely fit together next time. or the next, or the next, or the next.

[oh-itskitkat]

Don't stay in one spot for long!

(Day 12 of @markiplitessepticeyes Editober)

(Please do not steal/repost)

[touyubesposts]

WeeWoo

[chem-mong]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST PERSON IN THE WORLD, @markiplier !

May you achieve everything in your goal, we will support you through and through :D

Markiplier ft. all of the egos in the past, present, and future

[jokingmisfit]

Markiplier Egos As Contacts In My Phone

Annus- 🤍Anus🤍

Darkiplier- 🥀Dark🥀

Darkiplier(Alternative)- 😏Daddy😏

Wilford- 🥸The Stacheman🥸

Wilford(Alternative)- 🫨Bubblegum Bitch🫨

Yancy- 🔪Sinnamonroll🔪

Dr.Iplier- 🧑‍⚕Your Dying🧑‍⚕

Google- 💻Smartass💻

Bing- 🛹Radical Dude🛹

Illinois- 🤠Indiana Jones🤠

Yanderiplier- 🫶Unstable Child🫶

Captain Magnum- 🏴‍☠️Dadptain🏴‍☠️

Engineer!Mark- 🧑‍🚀M2702 Boi🧑‍🚀

Eric Derikson- 🤓Cinnamonroll🤓

Old-man Mark- 🧓Granddaddy🧓

Host- 🫥Narrator🫥

Murdock- ���Murduck🦆

Heist!Mark- 💣Smooth Criminal💣

Stan- 💦The Water Man💦

Actor- 🕺Dramatic Bitch🕺

Jim and Jim- 👬Jim(s)👬

Cave Man Mark- Doesn't have a phone

Heehoo- Also doesn't have a phone

[domesticheehoo]

The Jims show a sort of primal response to frightening or unexpected stimuli in the form of prey sounds.

It seems they may still have a few instincts from their HeeHoo ancestors.

[shortylikestea]

Me and my friend have an au. We're doing Good omens 2 but egos.

JJ and Anti are our angel and demon pair.

[mothgodofchaos]

Cookies

Cryptids are close enough to monsters, right?

This was written with specifically you in mind. @cookieface678

Giant!Heehoo x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 802

The cookies come out of the oven alright, the faces of the ghosts and pumpkins a little misshapen. Hopefully he won’t care much, although the only human food you’ve seen him eat is Takis. So you gather up a little boo basket of things for him, Takis and cookies included. Quite honestly, it’s mostly food you thought he’d enjoy, as the other traditional things you usually see in these things are of little use to him. What is a wild man in the forest going to do with a pumpkin spice candle and slippers that don’t fit him? You did get him a few blankets though, thinking he’d like to put them in his cave to help with the cold.

You set out on the path through the forest out the back of your place, walking by the evening sun peeking through the trees. The moment he picks up your scent, you can only laugh. He starts sprinting towards you from wherever he is, although you haven’t seen him in a while, so it’s a little warranted.

He drops down from the trees when he gets close enough, crouching down and bowing his head so you can give him his mandatory head pats. Heehoo growls happily, picking you up and placing you on his shoulder before moving towards his cave. You’ve gotten pretty good at keeping your balance up here, able to keep the basket together without anything (including yourself) falling. 

When you get back to his cave, you see a wall of stolen pumpkins along one of the walls. Not smashed, but there’s no way that he’ll be able to light them to let them glow. 

“Heehoo… you’re not supposed to take those.”

“Glow.”

“Yes, I know they glow. You still can’t take.”

“Glow.”

He plops down, pouting at you. There’s no way you’d be able to convince him to return all of them, or take them back yourself. He tends to wander a bit, and it’s a bit awkward to approach someone’s home going “hey sorry, my bigfoot of a boyfriend stole your pumpkin because he’s fascinated by fire”. Last time you did something similar, you were pretty sure they were gonna call the cops on you. 

“Alright, I’ll drop the pumpkin thing. But no more taking! Only after Halloween!”

Heehoo grunts, agreeing begrudgingly. He does seem to stop pouting once you slide the basket towards him, watching him lift it to his nose.

“I brought you some things, these are good to eat. Noms.”

“Noms.”

He nods sagely, although unsurprisingly the first thing he pulls out is the Takis, eating them like every other time, much to your exasperation.

“Y’know if you eat them properly, you can get the powder that’s inside them too.”

“No. Lick.”

Well, you tried. Again. You start unpacking the rest of the basket for him, putting them in his food storage where they’ll stay better for longer. He just watches you as you show him all the things you brought him, excited by the blankets, but intrigued by the cookies. Intrigued enough, that he puts down his Takis to pick some up. 

“Oh, I made those. I thought you’d enjoy them.”

“Pumpkin.”

“Yes! Pumpkins and ghosts. They don’t taste like either of those things though, although if you like the taste of pumpkin, I’m sure I could make you some soup or something.”

“Mmmm… soup.”

The cookies are already small to you, but to him they look microscopic. But he’s touched by the gesture, trying to take a bite of one instead of eating it all at once. It takes a bit for it to process it, savoring the flavor and deciding if he likes it. By the way he pops the rest into his mouth, you sigh with relief that he likes them.

“Alright, if you like those, you may like some of these other things I got you. This is a fancy tin of popcorn, and you can use it to store things afterwards! I was thinking after you eat it, it could be a cup for you?”

“Mm, cup. Popcorn first.”

He pops the top of the tin off once you remove the plastic, confused by the divider separating the flavors. He tries each of them, although it becomes obvious rather quickly that the kettle corn is his favorite.

“Sweet.”

“Yes, that one is sweet.”

“Like human.”

He smiles down at you, giving you one of the cookies and patting his leg for you to come sit with him. You try and refuse it, but he pouts again until you take it. You don’t have the heart right now to tell him you have more at home, but you also know that he just wants to share the happiness it’s bringing him with you.

You’re just glad he likes the cookies.

[writtengalaxies]

Characters: Heehoo

Word count: 629

Spicy Levels: Tame.

Author Notes: ....I blame @cookieface678 for the fact that I can now apparently write the wild man. I'm...just as surprised as y'all are.

The reason you were here in these woods was simple.

You were looking for a legend. Well, sort of a legend. A myth in part.

Honestly, okay, you were out here on a stupid dare from your friends in the middle of the night, looking for trouble.

See, you were the most comfortable with camping, having done it several times before, but most of your friends didn't understand what it was like to just disconnect from the internet. The idea gave several of them pause, and you couldn't really blame them. Why would they do that, if they didn't have to? There was safety in numbers, and you...

Well, you bragged that you've done solo camping trips where your phone was only maybe able to get any sort of signal in case of an emergency.

In hindsight, that wasn't the best idea, nor was it to agree, even jokingly, to it. At least they came with you, helped set up your camp, made sure they knew where you were, so if something terrible did happen, they wouldn't be combing the massive woods for days. Hopefully nothing would happen.

The second part of this was because you had overheard them talking about a local legend. A wild man in the woods.

"Some people say he used to be a god, some local nature deity forgotten by time. People keep saying they see him show up in different parts of the world."

"Oh, c'mon, that sounds like Bigfoot."

"But for real, I heard he's more like a cryptid, though! Because he's way too big to be a person."

You couldn't help yourself, the skeptical mind coming to the front over anything else. "Has anyone actually seen him or taken photos?"

"Photos of the Heehoo?" You had to struggle to not laugh at the ridiculousness of the name, with the weight in which they spoke it, like if they said the name, he'd appear.

"No one's seen it and lived!"

"Some people take photos, but they're so blurry you can't make out what's supposed to be on them."

You scoffed, and thus the dare was born.

Which is how it was nearly midnight as you sat by your crackling fire, enjoying the solitude of the woods. It was beautiful out here, the air just crisp enough that the fire was comfortable to sit near, the stars peeking through the canopy overhead. It was peaceful. But over time, you became...aware. The noises of insects quieted around you, the soft hooting of an owl going silent. Every nighttime woodland noise that is easy to dismiss when it becomes a quiet background song has faded back to nearly nothing. And you are aware.

Aware of eyes on you, watching you, tracking your movements. You really hope it's not a bear, because you did your best making sure your camp was safe from that, but versus a determined bear? You really couldn't do much. You listened, trying to track the movement right back, listening to how the underbrush shifted and sighed, the soft crunch of tiny twigs and the hush of pine needles...

And he stepped forward, on two legs but hunched forward, to use his arms as a support as he paused and leaned forward further. Scenting the air like a dog, dark eyes piercing. He is tall, and muscular, and inches closer to you, as though he's afraid you might run. He glances down at your fire, and the simple meal, then back at you. Somehow, impossibly, you find your voice.

"Would...would you like some?"

He nods, sitting quite politely, all things considered. With shaking hands, you offer him the simple campfire meal, and breath out an incredulous sigh.

"Are...are you...Heehoo?"

He grunts with a nod.

Well.

This was going to be a time.

[ricky-tiki-tah]

The Actor’s Roles

The Actor is the main character in the multi-ending stories. He’s the one the viewer gets along with, he plays the roles.

He “kills off” his character to play a new one. A convict when in prison, a pirate when out at sea, an handsome adventurer when lost in tunnels. He is the one you trust.

After everything is over though? The characters he played take on their own life, their own separate identities. They have their own backstories, happy or sad. They have their own memories.

But they all came from the Actor. His “children” he calls them, because they came from him.

Later on there’s the private investigator turned serial killer. The anxiety ridden amputee. The divorced water man.

The Actor watches as they all gain life, sentience and individuality. How they gain more memories than he’d given them. How they become Egos. He smiles when he sees them going about the lives that he gave them.

He’s not the only Ego with “children” however.

Darkiplier both directly and indirectly made the Engineer and the Jims.

Google has three other versions of himself.

Annus has his own creations, along with his partner Unus.

Often times the Actor finds himself jealous. The others get to spend time with their children. Their creations see them as family. He knows that his never will, and he blames Dark.