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𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 You're the significant other (and editor) of Markiplier, and he notices that you've been overworking yourself
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 none, just Mark being a cutie patootie <3 no gendered pronouns used, reader is referred to as "you"
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Markiplier x gn! reader
Eudaemonia: the state of being lucky
You were currently working on editting a video for your boyfriend, Markiplier. You had gotten the bulk of it done, but there was just a little more to do. You knew it was getting late, but what's the harm in wanted to finish your project?
Your boyfriend apparently, that was the harm. He gently knocked on the door before letting himself in, and when he saw that you were still working? Oh boy, he was not pleased.
"It's late, love", he said, cocking an eyebrow as he folded his arms across his muscular chest.
You sheepishly looked up from your laptop, before playing a small smile on your lips. "I know baby, I'm almost done, I promise" You said softly, rubbing your eyes and blinking.
However, he did not take that for an answer, simply walking over to you, closing your laptop, taking your headphones off, and picking you up like it was no big deal. "Well, you're done now. Take a break, will ya, doll?" He chuckled, carrying you to your shared bedroom.
And honestly, you were tired, so you didn't protest, just letting him place you on the soft mattress, pulling the blanket over you.
Eyes half closed, you felt his weight on the opposite side of the bed, and his arms were quickly around you. "You overwork yourself sometimes, just let yourself breathe once in a while. The work is gonna be there, but you know you don't perform your best when you're tired, or stressed. Just get some rest love, I promise you'll have time to edit that video, just not right now" He murmured in your ear, placing gently kisses on your cheek and jawline.
And you knew he was right, the video would be there tomorrow, and right now, it was important that your mind and body were well rested.
A/N: sorry it's short!! I have a bunch of ideas to write but I figured that I'd just get this one out first 😭😭
As always, likes, comments, follows, and reblogs are greatly appreciated 🫶 As school starts back up, remember to take breaks and remember that your mental health is more important! Take care of yourself, physically and emotionally. Your body does a lot for you, so treat it nicely 💋
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#markiplier x reader#markiplier#markiplier x reader fluff#markiplier drabbles#markiplier imagines#fluffy boy#i love him#mark fischbach x reader#mark fischbach
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my thoughts about how Stanley got into the In-Between in the HWINEBHABWNAJCAHOWEEATOWEUB au :3 bc he's my son and i am in terrible terrible pain. i just got a little silly and neeeeeded to get this out of my brain
@a-scary-lack-of-common-sense i'm lowkey (highkey) sure you didn't want 2 be pinged but here is my offering (ricky, when i catch you ricky. when i catch you ricky. ricky when i catch you ricky. ricky when i catch you ricky--)
uhh word count is ~600, just a little baby drabble
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Shadows. Gold and red, triangles and hands and overwhelming fear.
Stanley.
Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, the cause for Ford’s own terror, he was with the gold and not the scarlet, but he was not supposed to be there, so close to the screaming dangerdangerdangerdangerdanger.
So far from them, he could see his brother's lips moving, moving fast, no doubt speaking whatever he thought may get him out of the situation.
Good, Ford thought bitterly. The demon was his problem and his problem alone, born of his own foolishness.
He’d be damned if Stanley found his way into its maw because of him. He needed to get up, get going, movemovemove before he lost something so dear to him once more. Fidds had been enough to teach him his lesson right and proper.
(Stanford tried to ignore that he’d almost missed the universe’s cue. That he’d almost continued his work towards the likely end of his species.)
No, no– He was almost stilled by the choking darkness, as though he were moving through a sea of molasses to get to his brother. The great beast’s eye did not move, but he could feel its look upon his skin, boring through flesh and sinew and bone into the very depths of his skull. His struggles had drawn its attention.
Yet still, it did not look as starved as it did trapped.
And its newest victim was its only likely way out.
STANLEY!
His voice, though loud in his ears, rang out exactly nowhere. This damn place, trapping him as a witness. Could he fight it? Could he push against it? Where even was he?? A mindscape? If so, who’s? Stanley’s? Because this was a very depressing mind if so. But it wasn’t his, and he had incredible doubts it was Cipher’s. And that was hinging on the question of if they could enter his or not.
A dream, maybe. He prayed it was a terrible, awful, fever-dream vivid nightmare.
That he was very much consciously thinking about and aware of. He wasn’t one to experience lucid dreams, they’d never come to him as easily as they did–
Right, Stanley. Stanley. How had he forgotten? It was, quite literally, the most important task at hand. He needed to try and do something, fight against the oppressing disgust the place was beginning to cause him and the way it felt as though it was beginning to crawl into his limbs and settle there, weighing him down.
Shit. Keep moving, keep kicking. If he stopped he might not try again to get up and that would leave his twin all on his lonesome.
Red and yellow and white and black black black black black black black black– It was all alarmingly starting to mix together in his swimming head. It was getting to him.
What was getting to him?
Right. Stan. Stan. He had to move. The scarlet was being swallowed up by the grow of the golden glow and that was never a good sign.
Stanley still wasn’t looking at him, he’d hardly moved besides the short, uncomfortable fidgets Ford knew of him (they hadn’t talked in so long. Did he get any back from their childhood, out from under pa’s thumb? Did he lose any? How well did he even still know his brother?) and the occasional glance around when the triangle had moved.
Oh, but now he was hastily backing up. A good idea. Ford was closer, but still not close enough.
Not enough to reach Stanley. Not enough to stop the gilded arm that grabbed at his twin while Ford shrieked.
Up it went, the pyramid breaking its shape to bend backwards and
down
and
down
and
down.
And Stanley was gone.
#hwinebhabwnajcahoweeatoweub au#also affectionately known as the keysmash au#see personally#to me#it reads like a 2015 markiplier acronym /silly#RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY.#MY SON MY BOY#MY FUCKING BOY#WHY IS HE BEING DIGESTED??#CEASE#STOP THIS MADNESS#ficlet#gravity falls#gravity falls au#stanley pines#stanford pines#bill cipher#oh poor sweet young ford not yet aware of The Horrors(tm)#you'll learn#dw#it only takes one traumatic event#btw the title of this drabble in my drafts is#ooo stanleys gonna get digested ooo#but like in that annoying (/j) sibling voice#you know the one#cross posted on ao3
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Dark is just a little black cat.
A void with eyes if you will.
Sometimes, you see a vaguely upset shadow on your wall, and because you know the drill by now, you simply reach your arms out.
A few seconds pass.
The shadows stir.
Then, Dark is in your arms, his face in your shoulder. The only thing visible from him is the tuft of black hair and his red-blue aura. Its faint buzz is the only sound in the room as you let him rest.
With the way he's pressed against you, you can literally feel his chest rise and fall ever so slightly slower. Calmer. Maybe even relaxed.
If Dark really was a cat, he would curl up in your lap and start purring.
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I saw a post about black cats and thought of the grumpiest one of them all
#darkiplier#darkiplier x reader#x reader#reader insert#dark x reader#markiplier egos#markiplier egos x reader#writing#fanfiction#drabble#blurb#fanfic#imagines#soft sweet Dark#otty writes
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Do you still write for Mark’s characters? If so could you write for Wilford with the prompt ‘you okay? caught you staring off into space again’?
it’s been a hot minute but i do still write for those characters!
As much as you adore Wilford, some days it's difficult to be around him. The moustachioed man is one of your favourite people to be around in the manor, but it's been clear since you first bumped into him before breakfast that this is going to be one of his bad days.
They're less frequent than they used to be and that brings you some comfort, but it's still hard going for breakfast and him rushing past you without even acknowledging you and know that it's because he doesn't recognise you.
Dark is always quick to notice when Wilford is having a bad day, but there's no such thing as privacy in the manor when it comes to this. You don't have to look towards the dining table to see the other egos exchanging glances. Wilford usually takes great delight in welcoming you downstairs for breakfast, your coffee in his hand, and ideas spilling from his lips for how the two of you could spend the day. For him to ignore you completely is almost unheard of unless he's having a bad day.
The morning sun always seems duller without him by your side, though Dark is quick to approach you, two coffees in his hands. He offers one to you with a carefully constructed expression on his face.
"Give him time. You know what he's like." You nod and try to smile at your oldest friend, but it feels like all the muscles in your face are betraying you, and your smile falls flat. You're sure Dark notices but he doesn't comment, making his way out of the dining room presumably to his office. You offer quick pleasantries to the others in the room as you gather your usual breakfast and make your way outside. It takes time but you manage to put the mornings events out of your mind.
"You okay? Caught you staring off into space again." The voice from behind you jolts you from your thoughts and you flinch back involuntarily.
Wilford has always had an uncanny ability to sneak up on you, he's one of the few people that can actually do so. He gestures to the empty seat across from you, and you nod, waiting for him to settle himself before you reply to his question.
"Yeah, I'm okay. How are you?" The man across from you shrugs lightly, though you can't discern what that means.
"I missed you at breakfast."
"Wil, you saw me at breakfast." Your tone is soft as you speak, careful not to spark an argument with your friend.
"No I didn't. I had your coffee all ready to go and you never showed!"
"Dark gave me my coffee this morning. You walked past me as I was coming down for breakfast."
"No, I walked past one of the interns. If it had been you I would've..." Wilford's voice trails off as he replays the mornings events in his mind. He takes a moment to come to terms with the situation. "It's one of those days then." Something changes in his face, and you're reminded all at once how old Wilford is, how old you both are. How much he's been through. There's something so horribly sad about the introspective look that settles on his brows that you can't resist the temptation to lean over and take his hand in yours. He tangles his fingers through yours without hesitation.
"Wil?"
"I'm sorry dear."
"One day at a time, Wil. We just need to take it one day at a time."
"I think I better go and have a chat with our esteemed leader. Would you be so good as to join me?" He's on his feet and extending his arm to you in the time it takes you to blink, and you allow him to pull you to your feet. He slots your arm into the crook of his as the two of you make your way inside, your coffee all but forgotten.
#my writing#drabbles#requested#wilford warfstache x reader#who killed markiplier x reader#wkm x reader
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"He got that dog in him"
The dog in him:
#famdom drabble#obey me#obey me diavolo#obey me shall we date#yknow what?#fnaf moon#moondrop kin#fnaf security breach#fnaf daycare attendant#and y'know what else?#markiplier fandom#markiplier#darkiplier#i'm unstoppable#yellow guy dont hug me im scared#dhmis red guy#dhmis yellow guy#dont hug me im scared#mild shitpost#fandom shit#four different fandoms#actually#hetalia#russia hetalia#ok im done#obey me barbatos
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Double Trouble
Uh-oh… been thinking about a double possessive x reader 👀
So been thinking about if you got both of the boys in the same room and they only barely tolerate each other because you’re there. I’ll try to make it gn
Tw: brief talk of Anti’s “neck incident” and swearing
Darkiplier x Reader (gender neutral) x Antisepticeye
Set up: you are just chilling with Anti (just imagine a living room) and Dark arrives because he wants to talk with you about something and Anti gets real defensive and clingy.
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“They aren’t your prisoner, you know. They can talk with whomever they wish,” Dark was already irritated with Anti’s shenanigans.
“Yeah, well you’re in my home, my fucking territory. You don’t have a fucking say here!” Anti was getting angry a lot faster than the other alter- as per usual. Dark sighed, “Does this really need to be an issue every time I wish to see them? They already stay with you, why do you insist on being selfish?”
“Cause I know what’s safe for them, and they don’t need to be around you or any other insane ego in your little group.”
The iplier egos were never all that harmful towards you, though. Only Dark and Wilford ever seemed to have interest, to which Dark would always ward off Wilford’s more… extreme tendencies.
Dark sneered in response, “You know what’s safe? The one who brought a knife to their own neck for entertainment-?”
“THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM!”
Things were growing heated fast. You decided to quietly step away to let them work it out (in their own special way).
“Dollface, hey,” arms wrapped around your torso, making you stop, “where are ya going? I was just messing around…” Anti mumbled as his face brushed up beside yours.
“Just a minor spat is all,” Dark stepped in front of you and took your hand, “takes more than a couple harsh words to send me away.” He placed a soft kiss to your knuckles.
Anti growled and his hold possessively tightened, “would certainly make my life a lot easier… I think they prefer me anyways,” he chuckled a bit and started a trail of kisses along your neck.
Dark’s expression twitched only slightly at this, but remained overall neutral. He brought his free hand to your face and maneuvered yours to rest on his shoulder. “They just need to see what I can offer…” his chest pressed up against yours, now pinning you between the two extremely dangerous beings, “I can entirely rewrite reality at your command.”
His lips connected with yours in a rather soft display of affection, catching you off guard with how gentle he was being. He separated for a breath, “say the word my dear, and I will give you the world.” He captured your lips once again.
Anti huffed. “Darlin’ you already have the world with me,” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver only for Dark to deepen the kiss to bring your attention back to him. “What could he possibly have that I don’t, hm?” Anti placed a small kiss behind your ear.
Dark separated to glare down at him. “Humility and grace certainly comes to mind.”
With that, they were at it again. Attempting to one-up each other for your attention.
You, at their mercy, had one hand clutching at Anti’s arms and the other clawing into Dark’s suit jacket, there was hardly anything you could do to stop them. Your mind, being as flustered as it was, probably wouldn’t let you do much of anything if you could.
#antisepticeye#ego#anti#jacksepticeye egos#darkiplier#dark#markiplier egos#darkiplier x reader x antisepticeye#darkiplier x reader#antisepticeye x reader#reader insert#kie writes#kie’s post#text#drabble#possessive
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How a Seer could be so oblivious to his own state, Dark would never know. The Host hadn’t taken any time to examine himself before greeting him with a squeeze to the shoulder, leaving inky, bloody smudges on his crisp white suit jacket.
If the Host felt the tendrils of his aura writhing irritably, he didn’t flinch. “Dark will borrow the Host’s coat then,” he announced, a certainty more than an offer, “to maintain his dignity until his property has been returned clean.”
He’d never seen the Host in formal wear, much less in white, Dark realized only after the outerwear exchanged hands. He must have sensed Dark’s surprise, as he smiled slightly, turning this way and that to show it off.
“How does he look?” he prompted, smoothing his hands over the sleek lower panels (creating further smudges, naturally.)
White, red and gold…Bright? Elegant? Timeless?
“It suits you.”
#markiplier#fanfiction#drabble and a half#darkiplier#the host#i live for queerplatonic dark and host#dost hark#dark's not great at giving compliments#no surprise there#i just think clothes swaps are fun tbh
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That time of year again....
(A/N: This is based on my OC taking the place of the Attorney in Who Killed Markiplier. If you haven't seen it or need a refresher, you can watch the videos by clicking here. Enjoy!)
Lexi sighed once more as she walked around the now decaying house feeling just as trapped as the first day she trapped their. She carefully traced her hand along the table by the stairwell hoping to leave some trace of her existence behind in the dust but coming up empty.
"So, it's all come down to this. Mark and Damien get to be out in the world, but I'm stuck here with no way of even keeping up with events. Some friends they turned out to be." She snarled as she came across the mirror once more silently wishing she could destroy that thing without damaging the rest of her skin. "With each passing day, I get a new tiny crack because of you. it's like my very being is tied to this mirror....to this damn house."
She smiles a little at the memories she held of the good times she shared with her friends. "At least I know William and Mick got out this cursed building. I just wish I could let them know I'm okay. William needs to know I still don't hold any of this against him." She admitted to the open house hoping that by just bringing it to light that he could feel her presence wherever he was at.
"Now Mark on the other hand, I will always blame him. Celine and I have both warned him about playing around with forces he shouldn't." Lexi said looking over the bracelet Damien gifted her the day she was announced as the new district attorney. "I can't even blame Damien for trying to live just a little more. I just wish I could have told him how much I love him. It's funny really. Before that stupid poker night, Celine was telling me my future looked bright and filled with love and happiness. It seems that won't be the case." She said as she talked to no one wishing there was someone who would listen.
She froze in her spot as she heard a car door close out in front. She slowly made her way to the window to see who was dumb enough to come to this abandoned mansion filled with terrible memories. She teared up a little seeing Benjamin and the chef come with flowers in each of there arms. She tried to get a better look at what else they could have brought with them before she noticed a picture frame in the mix. The chef placed down the picture frame by the door with his flowers slowly revealing the picture of Lexi, Damien, Celine, William, and Mark. Benjamin placed his flowers next to it to before bringing out a handkerchief and drying his eyes with more tears falling. Lexi smiles sadly seeing them so close, but yet so far.
"Thank you, both of you. At least someone will remember us." She whispered out into the wind before returning to the mirror wishing to one day leave this old house behind.
(feel free to add on. I would love to see new additions)
#oc#original character#wkm#wkm district attorney#markiplier egos#wkm benjamin#who killed markiplier#wkm da#wkm district attorney oc#markiplier#feel free to add on#fanfiction#fanfic writing#oneshot#drabble#one shot of sorts
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BimJim Drabble before i go to bed 🥱
“-And welcome to another episode of Hire-My-Ass! I’m your host Bim- No that’s too enthusiastic. And people online have been saying I’m too bubbly.” Bim put his hands on his dresser and stared in the mirror with a scowl. “God I am not ready to go out there, damn the coffee maker for breaking today.” He clicked his tongue and started to pace around his dressing room. “And damn having anxiety, usually it ain’t this bad.” His hands were shoved in his pockets and were in fists. He did not want to go out there, with the hundreds of people looking at him just waiting for him to screw up.
The door to his dressing room creaked open. “Bim, I can hear you reciting your lines from out here and you usually only recite what to say on stage when you’re nervous to be on stage.” He heard an oh so familiar voice speak. “Hi RJ..” He grumbled. “Come on in.”
His dear audio engineer walked in and politely closed the door behind. “You alright B?” He asked. “Just peachy.” The other replied as he sat down on his loveseat. “You’re gonna do just fine, if that’s what you’re so worried about, you always do good.” RJ assured. “You don’t know that, what if I like fall or something? You never know.” He said. “So what? One bad episode isn't career ending.” He leaned against the wall.
“But it’s embarrassing. I don’t know why I care that much but..it feels career ending to me right now.” He spoke.
“I don’t..know how to help with that, honestly.” RJ confessed. “Just, stay here until I have to go out, could you do that?”
RJ sat next to him with his hands in his lap. “You’re on in 20.” He said looking at the clock. Bim looked at him with half lidded eyes. “You know you’re more than an employee to me, right?” He asked. “Yeah, my job doesn’t take very long, I could leave just a bit after you’re off stage, I choose to stay around.” He replied. “I like spending time with you. You’re a lot better at talking to people than I think you give yourself credit.” He continued. “You think so?” Bim questioned. RJ nodded with a hum.
“I like spending time with you too, J.”
They stared at each other for a long moment, the noises of crew members shuffling and setting up outside being silent in both of their two ears. “You should go ahead and go, yeah? Set up and stuff?” Bim spoke to break the silence. “Of course, but one more thing before that, for good luck.” He stood up and leaned back down to give Bim a peck on the cheek before walking out immediately.
“Oh. My god.” He said quietly as he heard the door close.
#bimjim#they make me PHYSICALLY ILL#wkm#who killed markiplier#iswm#adwm#ahwm#markiplier#markiplier egos#fanfic#bim trimmer#jim news#reporter jim#jim markiplier#drabble
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Debating whether i should make a sideblog for my MarkiplierTV selfshipping bc I selfship with so many egos (and also special interest) or just get More Annoying (/pos) about it on main
#contemplating#not sure. honestly i might just check urls and grab one if there's anything good#selfship#markiplier egos#i could do writing maybe... teehee#hcs and short drabbles and such
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A day in the life of a Darkiplier
A/N: A little drabble I did during Creative Writing when we were supposed to write a diary entry of a character, and I chose Dark! (Who's thinking of the DA as usual)
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October 18th, 20XX
Today was a day like any other. The weather matched my dull mood with its grey skies and light rain. It reminded me of them...
I spent the day cooped up in my office dealing with research as usual, hearing the other ego's escapades when I took a break from staring at the computer for too long.
Wilford did try to persuade me to eat something for lunch, but I refused, as always. After about 10 minutes, I heard a knock at the door. Not bothering to look up from my computer, I heard soft, tentative steps and a tray of food put on my table. I looked up only when they were about to leave. A small smile, and then they closed the door. I ate the food. Maybe I was actually hungry... but maybe it was because of them.
I spent the rest of the day working, and I couldn't help but smile when I looked at the empty plate once in a while.
#darkiplier x reader#dark x reader#darkiplier#darkiplier x da#markiplier egos#iplier egos#writing#drabble#fanfiction#fanfic#imagines#soft sweet Dark#I want this to be my trademark-#otty writes
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🫂💭💬
[Seemingly the ANON desired a hug, Wil feels as if it is someone they somehow know... but do not recognize.]
... Thank you.. I think I needed that too, dearie. 🎐🎩💫
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Door
I keep hitting you guys with drabbles but I’M NOT SORRY
Was thinking of the door video and the whole meme about “it says dark too many times for it to not be a coincidence” so there’s the initial prompt.
I’m also very mad that I decided to post this and not edit like I’m zooted, my apologies
Darkiplier x Reader (gender neutral)
Set up: the nightly tapping from your closet door has finally driven you insane. Previously, every time you opened it you only saw the normal inner closet. Tonight was going to be different. A voice accompanied the tapping.
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“Hey there… I’m sorry it’s been a rough couple of nights, but would you please open the door for me?”
You really weren’t expecting a voice. You wanted so desperately to chalk it up to just something in your walls. But what the heck do you do now? There’s a person in your closet.
“I realize the ridiculousness of all of this, but I would really appreciate it if you let me in.”
Something about that last part gave you chills. Shock was keeping you rooted to your bed.
“Hello? (Y/n)… I know you’re there… please open the door.”
How the hell did they know your name? The knob shook, but reacted as if it was locked. It was all the more terrifying that you could physically see it reacting to an unseen force.
“Nothing bad will happen, I promise. In fact, there’s a lot I can give you… if you open this door.”
The knob jiggled again.
“I can make your wildest dreams come true. Anything your heart desires, name it and I can provide. All I ask in return is to Let. Me. In. Simple as that.”
If fear didn’t drive you, then it was the overwhelming feeling of curiosity that moved you from your bed.
“Please… I’m really not asking for much.”
Your feet softly padded across the floor as you neared your closet. This was insane. Why were you even struggling to decide on this? You should’ve run out of the room by now. But you were still here, now standing in front of it.
“I’m not a scary guy, honest! You can trust me… after all, you are the only one who can open this door here,” he demonstrated by once again jiggling the knob. “You have total power. I’m just politely asking that you open it… please.”
Your shaky hand hesitated on the knob, then grasped it to turn it completely. There was a moment of silent pause. You let the door slowly swing open to find a wall of darkness. You took a step back in surprise.
Suddenly a pair of arms shot out and grabbed ahold of you and pulled you in, causing you to crash against something solid. The door slammed behind you and the darkness overwhelmed your vision. You tried desperately to free yourself of the hold you were in. A low chuckle next to your ear made you freeze.
“I can’t believe that worked.”
#darkiplier#dark#markiplier egos#ego#drabble#darkiplier x reader#reader insert#kie writes#kie’s post#text#gender neutral fanfic#fanfic
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@whumpril Day 24: No Time to Rest
“Predictions for the conversation ahead of us, Host?” Dark prompted, arms folded, aura lashing expectantly.
Pressing the heels of stiff hands into his old bandages, the Host sighed. The air smacked of dried blood and stale coffee. “Dark will sardonically ask if the Host plans to sleep anytime within the week. The Host will retort that his visions cannot be postponed.”
“Recordkeeping can.”
“If the Host was confident of that, he would have retired of his own volition forty-eight hours ago. Dark, however, feels some measure of responsibility and control over his friend, and is capable of…more manipulative methods to put him down without resistance.”
“Is that a request?”
“…An observation.” His head was already so heavy with the pressure of future flashes, Dark’s intrusion sounded soothing by comparison.
“Well, then…” Dark’s whisper was suddenly, startlingly close, his hand already kneading at a knot in the Host’s drooping shoulder. “Observe.”
#markiplier#fanfiction#drabble and a half#darkiplier#the host#dost hark#whumpril2024#whumprilday24#no time to rest#overworking
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Would you write something about markiplier and a chubby girl LI who’s a little insecure? headcannons, drabble, whatever you like.
Still picks you up. If you tell him not to, for whatever reason, he’ll take it as a “Skill Issue” and prove you wrong.
He’ll also invite you to the gym with him, not in a “i want to motivate you” kind of way but more of “I want to spend more time with you, but i’m really busy so if you want o come even if it’s just to ogle at me.”
Huge fan of sitting on the floor and resting his back on you legs, while you’re sitting on the couch or a chair.
If he ever hears you say anything negative about yourself, he’s immediately telling you how everything you said was wrong. He then takes you in front of a mirror and points out his favorite parts of you and why he likes them so much.
#some small headcanons becuase mark is still a bit weird for me whem it comes to writting#but i love you and thank you for requesting#🩵🩵🩵#markiplier#markiplier x reader#mark fischbach x reader
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Markiplier Egos Masterlist
I have too many links on my main masterlist lol
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Please Stay - The Host x gn!reader
Warnings: hurt/comfort, lots of blood, wound descriptions, implied self-h*rm, awkwardness, just sorta the beginning stages of a crush so it's really cute
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Help - The Host x gn!reader
Warnings: hurt/comfort, depression, intrusive thoughts
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Friendship - The Host x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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Cuddles - The Host x gn!reader (platonic)
Warnings: swearing, anxiety, awkwardness
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“Did you sleep well?” Headcanons - The Host x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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Wilford Warfstache
Blanket Thief - Wilford x gn!reader
Warnings: none, just pure fluff
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Scary Movie Night - Wilford x gn!reader
Warnings: broken glass, panic attack, swearing, hurt/comfort but mostly fluff
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Wilf Welcoming You Back Home Headcanons - Wilford x gn!reader
Warnings: mentions of food and drink
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Yancy
Pet - Yancy x gn!reader
Warnings: swearing, reader is angy, bad accents
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Parole - Yancy x gn!reader
Warnings: cat
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My Handsome Guy - trans!Yancy x transmasc!reader
Warnings: dysphoria (not explicit), Yancy calls you “doll” in a gender neutral way, period stuff
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Breakfast - Yancy x gn!reader
Warnings: swearing, slight paranoia (?), slight abandonment issues
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Star-gazing - Yancy x gn!reader x Illinois
Warnings: none
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Solitary - Yancy x gn!reader
Warnings: panic attack, claustrophobia, swearing, hurt/comfort
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Hyperfixations - Yancy x autistic!gn!reader x Illinois
Warnings: slight swearing???, fluff
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Darkiplier
Just a Little Dark Drabble - Dark x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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A Thousand Awful Days - Dark x transmasc!reader
Warnings: dysphoria, swearing, fluff
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Overwhelmed - Part 2 - Dark x (implied) autistic!gn!reader
Warnings: overstimulation/sensory overload, being nonverbal, zoning out, swearing, can be read as platonic
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Damien and Dark ramble - Damien x gn!reader, Dark x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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Grief - Dark x gn!reader
Warnings: grieving, depression, loss of a pet
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Period Pains - Dark x AFAB!reader
Warnings: talk of period stuff that may cause dysphoria
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Trauma (Songfic) - Dark x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader
Warnings: angst
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Birthday Wishes - Dark x DA!reader
Warnings: mentions of purgatory, fire/matches and a knife
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Dark Drabble - Dark x DA!reader
Warnings: none
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Just A Child - Dark & teenage!gn!reader (platonic)
Warnings: Actor is a creep (implied), hurt/comfort themes
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Panic Attack Comfort Headcanons - Dark x gn!reader
Warnings: panic attack (obvi), mostly fluff
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Pretty Boy - King!Dark x masc!reader
Warnings: things get a little spicy 😳
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Gone, I’m Gone (Songfic) - Dark/Damien x DA!reader
Warnings: explicit descriptions of blood, broken bones, starvation and dehydration, swearing, manipulation, extreme angst
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Papers (Songfic) - Dark/Damien x DA!reader
Warnings: Actor is an asshole, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM
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Illinois
Of Cowboys, Cave Ins, and Crushes - Illinois x gn!reader
Warnings: being trapped in a small area, death, minor injuries that are not explicitly described
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Partner - Illinois x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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Free of Charge - Illinois x gn!reader
Warnings: illness, swearing, hurt/comfort
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Reckless - Illinois x gn!reader
Warnings: death, blood, injury, swearing, ANGST
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Family Reunion - Illinois, no reader
Warnings: none
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Stay Safe - Illinois x gn!reader
Warnings: swearing
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Star-gazing - Illinois x gn!reader x Yancy
Warnings: none
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Careful Not To Fall In Love - Illinois & Indiana Jones
Warnings: none
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Hyperfixations - Illinois x autistic!gn!reader x Yancy
Warnings, slight swearing??, fluff
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Damien
Midnight, The Stars and You (Songfic Kinda) - Damien x fem!reader
Warnings: none
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Damien and Dark ramble - Damien x gn!reader, Dark x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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Trauma (Songfic) - Dark x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader
Warnings: angst
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Gone, I’m Gone (Songfic) - Damien/Dark x DA!reader
Warnings: explicit descriptions of blood, broken bones, starvation and dehydration, swearing, manipulation, extreme angst
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Sodomy - Damien x male!DA!reader
Warnings: internalized homophobia, religious trauma, hinted emotionally abusive parents, sodomy laws
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Papers (Songfic) - Damien/Dark x DA!reader
Warnings: Actor is an asshole, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM
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Googleplier
Hug - Google x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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Reader Who Can’t Spell Headcanons - Google x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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First Kiss Headcanons - Google x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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ISWM
You’re Not The Captain AU
One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Ficlet
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You’re Another Engineer AU
One
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Captain’s Log - Ficlet - Addition
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Dogs in Space Headcanons - ISWM Crew + Captain!reader (Slight Captaineer)
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Engineer Mark
Kiss It Better - Engineer Mark x gn!reader
Warnings: minor injury, but mostly just fluff
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Captain, My Captain - Engineer Mark x AFAB!reader
Warnings: period fic, cramps, swearing
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In My Solitude (Songfic) - Engineer Mark x gn!reader
Warnings: loneliness, depression, possible su*c*dal thought (written in red text just in case), death, heavy angst, maybe a little fluffy at the end but like a sad fluffy
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I Missed You - Engineer Mark x transmasc!reader
Warnings: being (unintentionally) misgendered
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#1 Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort
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Your Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, loss of identity, overworking
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