#markiplier ego fan fic

[artsy-book]

sometimes I feel like I have strayed too far from my like, og fandoms. but then I see a post talking about the septic egos and I feel like I have returned home <3

[deviatedfromtheplan]

i love ego household fics and i’ve written my own in my time as a markiplier fan but i have one question

what was in all that paperwork that we all wrote darkiplier doing in his office

[prem-kahanii]

Requests OPEN!!

TL;DR: I write stuff in my free time but I’ve finally decided to go public! I write mostly about the Markiplier egos, please DO NOT REQUEST NSFW! Making out is fine tho. Have a lovely day and stay awesome! ❤️✨

P.S: Along with writing fan fictions for fun, I am actually aspiring to become an author in the future! So this blog will also contain my progress updates and personal drabbles and teasers!

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Random urge to start a separate writing blog ⁉️

I’ve got a few friends who enjoy fics of the Mark egos so I thought it would be cool to make a blog based off requests for fics of them! No NSFW!! (This means you cannot request scenes of intercourse or inappropriate touching! Make outs are fine though!) Some of my strong suits include action/adventure, romance, and suspense. Try to make your prompt descriptive if you want specific scenes in your story. Or, if you’d like to give me a vague idea to go off of, that’s awesome too!

Here’s an example of a good prompt:

“Yancy x Reader, Y/N and Yancy are already dating, and the two of them sneak off to the rooftop during the night for some time alone together. Please include cuddles and a little kissing, thank you!”

Something like that would be a great format for a prompt! Message if you have questions, have a lovely day, and stay awesome!

[missnedge]

Miss and Edge's fandom list

Below is lists for Miss and Edge of series/chracters you can request fics, or headcanons for.

Miss

The Witcher (2019-2022-): Unfortunately I only know the show as of right now, hopeful to read or play a game in the near future. Character X Reader/OC or Character/Reader(oc)/Character. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons

Geralt of Rivia

Yennefer

Dandelion

Stranger Things (2016-2022-): Will only write the following character for smut, all of these can be Character(s) X Reader/OC or the Ship. All other characters for other formats. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Steve Harrington 

Billy Hargrove 

Eddie Munson 

Robin Buckley 

Steddie, Steddie X Reader

Harringrove, Harringrove X Reader

Mungrove, Mungrove X Reader

Ronance

Arcane (2021-): Character X Reader/OC, will consider certain ships. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Vi

Jinx

Caitlyn Kiramman

Viktor

Silco

Vander

A Court of Thorns and Roses+ : Character X Reader/OC, I will take considerations for other characters but it might be biased. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Cassian

Nesta 

Lucien

Feyre X Rhysand X Reader

Azriel X Rhysand’s Sister

Game of Thrones: Character X Reader/OC only, will not contribute to cannon incest. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Daenerys Targaryen

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Daario Naharis

Yara Greyjoy

Jaime Lannister

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

BBC Merlin (2008): Character X Reader/OC. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Merlin

Arthur Pendragon

Gawain

Morgause

Guinevere

Morgana

X-men: Character X Reader/ OC. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons

First Class/Days of Future Past/Apocalypse:

Erik Lensherr/ Magneto

Raven/ Mystic 

Charles Xavier/ Professor X

Havok

Jean Grey

American Horror Story: Character X Reader/OC, Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Kit Walker

Lana Winters

Elizabeth Johnson

Rudolph Valentino

Natacha Rambova

Donovan

AU’s: Ghostface, Zombie, Apocalypse, Vampire, Camp

Miss will not: Write for or about children or Age Play characters that are not adults. Write or contribute to incest in fandom or canon. 

My promise as a writer I will continually edit my fiction to ensure all possible triggers and/or warnings are at the top of each post. I do believe that all characters I will write about or for, have an opportunity for growth or redemption. Otherwise I would not be comfortable writing about them. I think this is an amazing way for us as fans to be creative and as imaginative as possible. Therefore I will also aside from requests have OC, series and other blurbs or headcanons I’d like to post or accomplish. I can’t wait to read and hear feedback in a safe, habitable way in the near future. 

Masterlist

Edge

Transformers (clarify which version, like bayverse, prime, ect..)

Will only do character/reader (Cybertronian, human, or cyborg reader)

My Hero Academia 

Will do Character/reader, and open to certain ships

Undertale

Will do Character/reader, including AUs (Monster or human reader) (I will not do insest with any of the skelebros)

SCP/Cryptids

Only open to /readers

Creepypastas

Only open to /readers, unless its Character/reader/Character

Attack on Titan

Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships

Detroit become human

Only open to Conor/reader (reader can be human, android, or a mix)

Stardew valley/Harvest moon

Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships

Blue Exorcist

Will do Character/reader, only open to Rin/Ryuji/reader as a ship

Supernatural

Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships

Noragami

Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships

Soul Eater

Will do Character/reader, open to a few ships.

Star Trek (any series)

Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships

Youtubers-MCYT (Only their personas, for example, any of Markiplier's alter egos. I will also not do DSMP)

Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships

Edge’s rules

I will not write incest or NSFW senerioes about minors or minor/adult relationships. Depending on the scenario I might be open to aged up characters like in AUs, for example in MHA I've read plenty of Pro-hero AUs that eventually contain smut, I don't mind stuff like that.

I am very open to writing many different scenarios, AUs, Characters, ships, fluff/angst/smut, poly, threesome and beyond, you name it and I'll probably be down to write.

Both

Marvel

Harry Potter

Fullmetal Alchemist (any version)

Umbrella Academy

The Boys

The Walking Dead (show and telltale game)

^^^ These fandoms both of us will write for

We have the right to deny any request if we do not feel comfortable or if we do not think that we are capable of completing the request to our greatest ability.

[theknightmarket]

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

Actor: Super Hell

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

E-Boy Mark: F

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

Ed Edgar: F

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

Derek Derekson: F

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

Silver Shephard: E

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

Dr. Iplier: E

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

Yandereiplier: D

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

King of the Squirrels: D

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

Bill: C

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

Bim Trimmer: C

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

The Colonel: C

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

Google(s): C

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

Heehoo: C

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

The Nightguard: C

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

Captain Magnum: C

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

Annus: B

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

Eric Derekson: B

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

The Jims: B

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

Monster Gulch Mark: B

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

God of Night: B

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

Noir: A

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

Murdock: A

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

Dark: A

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

Engineer: A

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

Bing: A+

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

Host: A+

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

Wilford: A+

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

Illinois: A+

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

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

Damien: S

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

Yancy: S

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

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

Have a good day everyone!

[faeriescorpio]

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GOOD GOD WAS MARKIPLIER MASS REBLOGGING MY POSTS ALL AT ONCE THIS YEAR? cant believe it. February 26. alright.

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

I was gonna be cheeky and ask about wip #1 but honestly I wanna hear about #3, that sounds cool af

~ @sammys-magical-au

Well, thank you! I'm already anxious about how it'll turn out, lmao.

So, again, I'm not sure when I'll be able to even start working on the future Mob Story. I've been looking for a job and hope to have one sooner rather than later, and once I get one, my fics will most definitely become more sporadic (plus, I know I'll end up writing more things at random because it just be like that.)

It's obviously going to involve Murdock and Caliban, but I'm planning to make some more YouTuber egos to fill out the mob. These future characters will each have their own unique ways of carrying out the mob's business. (I may or may not reach out to you for help with names and such. If you're okay with that, I mean.)

Remember The Newcomer from my first story about Caliban? Well, I think this future project will have The Newcomer playing the role of the protagonist (like The Captain, The District Attorney, or Heist!Viewer).

And just get it out there: this future project will not be following the exact same recipe as the actual With Markiplier series.

I'll definitely make a few references to certain videos, but I'm not going to try and make the story fit perfectly with Markiplier Cinematic Lore. For one thing, I'm nowhere near clever enough to pull it off like Mark and his friends do. For another thing, it'll just be a work of fan fiction, and I'd really like to see what I can do with my own ideas, even though they're inspired by funky content creators.

(Also, since you bring up WIP 1: I'm making good progress with it. Your oc isn't in danger, but let's just say they're very Done with everyone's nonsense.)

[baka-monarch]

Revisiting the ego (Markiplier/Jacksepticeye characters) fan content I used to love (cause I was in that community) is just making me realize how absolutely fucking stupid a lot of the mcyt community discourse is

Especially when it's over their characters

Like

I come from a community when we used to basically ship Markiplier with himself and we were all excited and interested when we saw a fake ad for a character who was literally a child trafficker and laughed at him talking about selling babies

I come from a community where people wanted to ship themselves with a literal cannibal and everyone used to be fine that we were having fun and writing about how he's not a bad guy, of course cannibalism isn't great but he's not mean and has a nice personality

I come from a community where we all cheered and laughed when a canonically crazy man would interview someone and shoot them like in every interview- and people still made x readers fics of that

Why the fuck does it matter if someone likes this one character you hate and consider "irredeemable"? So what???? Nobody's forcing you to agree, nobody's forcing you to look at the content of people loving that one guy who did not so morally great stuff. Nobody is trying to force you to say "x character is good"

People are just trying to have fun and it's awesome!

Like

Genuinely

This feels so stupid now!

I've been stepping on eggshells and walking on a tightrope essentially just to try and make sure my writing is good and moral and blah blah blah for a bunch of people I shouldn't even give a shit about! Who shouldn't even care that I exist and shouldn't give me the time of day when my writing upsets them! I should be writing what I want!

So what if it's making an evil guy be a good guy? So what! You don't have to read it!

[starlit-havens]

Hmm... if you're doing prompts (i love everything you've written so far btw!) then how about one where the egos all think one of them (you choose which one) has died, but it turns out they were totally fine all along. (I'm picturing this as light and funny, but I could see a mix of fluff or angst dropped in there somewhere.) Thanks! :D

(Happy to comply! Thank you for the prompt :D)

“Yo, Schneep, dude? I can’t find Jackaboy Man.” Chase poked his head into the doctor’s room, rubbing his neck worriedly as he looked over his shoulder. “I checked all over the house and he’s just not there.”

“Oh, zhe supah hero? I sent heem ovah to Iplier HQ,” Dr. Schneeplestein waved his hand dismissively, writing notes down on his computer at an ungodly speed. Upon closer inspection, Chase realized that he was writing everything with his own signature accent.

“Uh, why over there? Bro, there’s… people there. He hates people,” Chase responded quizzically.

  “Dr. Iplier vanted to try and figure out how Jack can do zhe flying,” the good doctor explained. “For research. Zhat reminds me, I need to know vhen I shood pick heem up.”

“I can do that, then. See ya, dude,” Chase dabbed and ducked out of the doorframe, closing the door behind him. Turning to the kitchen, he tried to throw a teabag at the phone to knock it off its charging station. When that didn’t work, he sighed and picked it up, dialing the number of Iplier HQ.

“Iplier HQ, how can I help you?” A voice sounded from the other end of the line.

“Yo, it’s Chase. Can I talk to Dr. Iplier?” Chase asked, piling his teabags on top of each other to make a teetering castle.

“Yes you can. I’ll patch you through. This is Oliver, by the way. Could you tell?” Becoming more excited, the robot’s voice glitched in a similar fashion to Anti.

Chase shuddered. “No, I couldn’t, dude! You sound so profresh,” he answered after a moment, grinning as he heard the robot beep in confusion.

“Searching for ‘profesh’. Did you mean ‘you sound so profess?’” Oliver asked.

“Ah, never mind.”

“Deleting search. Please hold.”

Chase blew down his teabag castle and started to fiddle with his nerf gun clip.

“Dr. Iplier speaking.”

“Yo, doc! It’s Chase. Just checking to see when I should pick up Jackie!” Chase lifted his head, bumping his head on the kitchen cabinets. Pressing his lips together, he stumbled out of the way and glared at the cabinet.

“I’m sorry…he’s dying.”

Chase stopped, clutching the bump on his head. “What?”

“I know this may come as a shock, and there’s really no easy way to say this, but Jackaboy Man is dying. Oh, he just died.” The doctor sighed.

Chase tried to speak but no words would come out.

“I’ll just… I’ll leave you alone to your thoughts,” Dr. Iplier said, and hung up.

Setting down the phone, Chase trudged to the recording room where Jack was. Holding back tears, he knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Was the response. Chase opened the door, seeing Jack’s face fall as he took off his headphones and noticed the Ego’s look of sorrow. “Hey, Chase, are you okay?”

“Dude… Jackaboy is dead!” Chase exclaimed, a tear rolling down his cheek as he put a hand to his mouth, letting out shaking sobs.

“…what?” Jack demanded, jumping up from his chair. “Jackie’s dead?!”

Marvin’s door flew open as he heard the ruckus. “Are you serious?!”

Chase nodded, turning to look at the magician in grief. Marv closed his mouth and blinked in shock.

Jack shook his head. “Woah woah woah, what happened?”

Chase pointed to the kitchen. “I called the doctor- he was at Iplier HQ and Dr. Iplier was doing a test on him and he just died, bro!”

Holding up his hands, Jack scoffed. “Wait. Did Mark’s doctor Ego tell you that?”

Chase nodded.

Jack stomped over to the kitchen, the two Egos in tow. Glitching into the kitchen, Anti appeared, resting his elbows on the counter and leaning forwards. “Something the matter?” He shrieked, smiling deviously.

“Jackie’s dead, Anti!” Chase moaned, rubbing his eyes at an attempt not to cry.

Anti’s happy look disappeared. “Well, that’s not fair. I didn’t even get to kill him,” he muttered, disappointed. 

Jack ignored the talk and picked up the phone, dialing the phone.

“Iplier HQ, how may I help you? I said may instead, I think that adds more of a polite tone.” Oliver sounded pleased with himself.

“Ollie, patch me through to the doctor.” Jack was in no mood for games. His eyebrows were furrowed in an angry look, mouth small with fury.

Without another word, the yellow robot hit a few buttons and the doctor’s voice came on the line. “Dr. Iplier speaking.”

“Hey, Doc. It’s Jack. What the fuck is your problem?” Jack wasted no time in getting to the point, fingers drumming an aggressive beat on the counter. Anti backed away from the counter, deigning instead to sit on one of the kitchen chairs. 

“Language, Jack. What seems to be the problem?” Dr. Iplier responded absentmindedly.

“Doc! You gotta stop telling people that everyone’s dying all the time! Is it a nervous tick? Because you need to say that when it happens! You made everyone here have a nervous breakdown because they thought poor Jackie had died!” Jack snapped. Behind him, Chase stopped crying. Wiping his hands on his shirt, he looked at Jack, confused. Marvin looked from one Ego to the other, trying to determine what was happening.

“My… my apologies, Jack. I’ll send the superhero home right away. Bye now,” the doctor stammered. His voice became far away as he yelled, “Jackaboy! We’re going back to your place now. I’ll get Green to drive you. Again, I’m so sorry,” he reiterated, his voice closer to the phone now.

“If anything like this happens again, I will be getting in touch with Mark,” Jack warned, the bite in his voice dying down. The doctor apologized again, embarrassed, and hung up.

“Gee, Jack, didn’t know you had it in you,” Anti laughed from his place at the table, narrowing his eyes at the green-haired man with subtle interest.

“Hey, I don’t care if you do anything to me, Anti. But mess with my bouncing baby boys-” Jack ruffled Chase and Marvin’s hair, smiling- “or any of the community, and I will personally make sure hell rains down upon you.”

“Good to know,” Anti mused, getting up and dematerializing with a grin. Jack rolled his eyes at where the dramatic Ego had stood.

Chase sighed in relief. “Well, thank you for clearing that up, dude. That was the most terrifying thing to happen in my entire LIFE!” Marvin nodded in subdued agreement.

Suddenly, the door to the good doctor’s room swung open. “Vhat zhe fuck ees all zhe noise?” Dr. Schneeplestein demanded. “Chase, if you don’t stop zhees racket, my next Bio Inc. Redemption patient vill be you!”

Chase shared a look of mock terror with Jack. “Yikes, dude. Better get back to the basement. See you!” Waving goodbye, he charged towards to stairs, yelling, “360 NOSCOPE!” And jumped over the railing, slinging the teabags to the basement floor.

“Zis muzzafucka,” the doctor muttered, glaring at the two remaining Egos. Jack watched him shut the door, then waved goodbye to Marvin and headed back to the recording room, shaking his head with resigned amusement.

[secretlyamess]

Dashboard asleep? Quick, here’s the link to a fic I’m working on that’s loosely Hazbin Hotel inspired but with some beloved egos

[ijwrff]

Requests are open! For the prompts below or other ideas! If I don’t get any requests I’ll just be posting random stories from the March prompts list.

[glxtch-bxtch]

The shit I'm planning is fucking brutal

[regalrain]

On His Mind

Warnings in tags.

They were always a funky thing to Illinois, thinking on the different dimensions there were. The different timelines. How just one step can produce a catastrophic outcome, or the most beautiful of one. There’s so many hims out there, he knows it, he’s seen it, encountering a handful of rather pleasant, and unpleasant, fellow hims.

Some of which are so close to the him that is him, bleeding over in his head when he so much as falters for a second. Realities mixing like it’s all on a painters easel, the yellows and tans and weirdly enough some purples and blues and just— all these colors mixing on his canvas instead of it being separated as it should be. He was a tan. Champagne. He wasn’t any of these other colors, and he didn’t want to be.

His mindscape isn’t even like a canvas, nonetheless envisioned atop an easel. He’s not an artistic person by any means, but that seems to be a more apt description in his opinion when it comes to this— bleeding of his mind. Rather then how his mind sometimes gets flowers that aren’t his in the meadow beside his forest, how sometimes trees flop and other things form in their place. Like those spires, or even whole on places and things, before they get pushed back to whichever version of him head’s they belong to. He shouldn’t even be aware of his mindscape, such a sacred place in the mind it is. Meant for the unconsciousness, and projections of the self to dwell. But like everything else, something always happens that makes him know it’s there. Too much messing with the gods and fate, perhaps, too many brush of his lips against deaths own before winking and sauntering away. A curse. A blessing. Hell if he knows.

Sometimes he gets more tunnels in his... his cave... the darkest part of his mind. Block offs that shouldn’t of been there, and fully formed caverns that have him screaming in the real world, unknowing why he suddenly feels scared of someone he didn’t, or like he’s not even where he’s supposed to be. His cave should mostly be caved in, repressed memories and feelings he never been taught to deal with. Things even if he was taught, he’d never want to. Not with... with all the blood, torture, betrayals, death-

The worst will always be the reactions though, that overrides his own confident smirk even as he’s getting the shit beat out of him, that keeps his silver tongue at bay. Instead having him... crumple, begging for mercy when there is no harm to be found. Pleading to be used, or pet, or put in his place. Groveling like he had no pride, unable to fully understand why. Only knowing that his head throbbed, and his heart was in his throat, tearing even more. It was a wonder he had any grip on his sanity left, when he sorted what was his own mind once again. Peeling himself up and off the ground, grinning and laughing it all off, rubbing his head.

His head that was always throbbing. Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing, throbbing, throbbing.

An ever constant presence of pressure, that had him sagging against a wall sometimes, when he thought no one could see. Rubbing at it, trying to just relieve some of that overwhelming pressure, so much as even a fraction in order to give him some peace. Not like that was ever coming soon, even without all these timelines that came ever since the cursed monkey incident with them, even without all the dimensions, and the knowledge that maybe somewhere in them he wasn’t lonely, he wasn’t so strange, he’d still have the pressure. From the expectations placed upon him, how to be, how to act, what is acceptable to enjoy - his work being one of the few, it’s why he got a job in the field when he didn’t even need the money it offered - and what isn’t.

The anxiety that’s lived with him since he could remember would still keep some of that pressure, no matter how much he tries to cover it up to the point he’s so cocky he believes his cockiness. Everything from how he still doesn’t understand some things that just seem to click for others, all these social cues, to his issues with his senses he tries to push through. Touch, taste, sight, sound, all overwhelming him to the point he has to try to excuse himself without letting it on how it’s affecting him, when he can’t just push through. Wiping away tears and curling up somewhere, a different throbbing hurting his head and making him wish all these senses would just stop.

But he was Illinois. This all didn’t matter~ He’ll just keep going through the days as he always does. A smirk on his face, a tilt to his hat, and a sway to his step~ He was among the best after all. The best doesn’t need any help~

The best has no help.

[ribcage-bitch-ass]

How to propose in prison (Yancy x Reader)

I guess it was inevitable for me to end up writing a Yancy fic, so here we are!

(650 words)

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Now, Yancy was not an artist, sure, he wrote some music but that’s a whole other thing. This was completely out of his comfort zone, so how was a guy like him supposed to propose to a person like you, in prison? By doing, or at least using, what he knows best! Music!

He fumbled around his cell looking for something he could use, and there, on a guitar that the warden graciously let him have, was the first guitar pick he ever used. Okay yeah, in reality, a guitar pick means very little, it’s a piece of plastic for gods sake, but to Yancy, it meant the world. So many nights when he couldn’t sleep, he’d write out a tune he’d been thinking about all day and turn it into a song on his guitar when he thought no one was listening. You, of course, we’re always listening, even before you got together, you’d lay wide awake listening to the sweet tunes playing in the corridor, and sometimes, if you were really lucky, you could stick your ear on the wall and hear his voice echo through the bricks, singing sweet nothings. You’d join in on occasion, nothing he ever heard, but something he always felt.

He took the pick that was haphazardly threaded through the guitar strings and began poking at the top with a shank he left under his mattress, and after he made a decent enough hole, he thread a piece of string through it. If you asked him about where he got the string from, he definitely wouldn’t tell you about how he snuck up on a sleeping guard and slowly pulled threads from his uniform. And he DEFINITELY wouldn’t tell you about how he stayed awake for hours and hours learning to braid the strings together. No seriously, he can’t tell you that, what if it damages his reputation?

Before he knew it, it was 5am and the guards were coming through waking everyone up and unlocking their cells. With a brand new song and hand-crafted necklace, Yancy swiftly left his cell and informed the other inmates of his plan.

Your cell was right by Yancys, right next to it, you shared a wall, but for some reason, may it be fate, or your own nerves (or the enigma of happy trails penitentiary), no sound came through the wall that night, and by that tiny action from the prison, you knew something was about to happen.

The day was passing fast, you’d been through breakfast and excersise without even a glimpse at Yancy, an unusual occurrence from your affectionate belovèd. As the day went by, your lunch period ended and lock up begun, and just as you were walking outside, a familiar strum of the guitar coming from the cafeteria caught your attention. You spun around and were immediately greeted with the dark haired prisoner sitting on a table, guitar in lap and jittering with nerves (but if you asked him, he’d say he was doing just swell thank you very much). Yancy played a tune that you swore you heard him hum in your ear once before, when he was almost asleep and your head was on his shoulder. He kept eye contact the entire time he sung, his angelic voice almost sweeping you off your feet. As he played the last chord, you watch him reach behind his shirt and pull out a necklace from seemingly thin air. He handed his guitar off to someone watching from the sides and took a deep breath before getting down on one knee.

And that’s how you ended up engaged, with a guitar pick necklace, planning your life after parole comes around with the absolute best thing to ever happen to you. How a heist gone wrong led you to this moment, you had absolutely no clue, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

Yancy x Reader This is most likely gonna be a long one so I apologize. This takes place after Yancy’s released on parole and has managed to build a life working as a mechanic(doing musical theatre on the side). Y/N finding out she’s pregnant, telling Yancy and both of them working through the pregnancy. Yancy being there for Y/N through morning sickness, 3am cravings, body issues, mood swings, and practically being glued to her side the closer her due date gets. You can pm for more info?

AN: Hey! I hope this is okay! I’ve never written for a preggo character before, so I tried my best! Also I hope you don’t mind that I used your idea for the name! Also I was inspired a bit by like the messages we shared so yee. Anyway, I hope you like it! :D Also I was low key inspired by the graveyard book too lol, anyway! Here’s the story :3

Kiss a lover

Dance a measure,

Find your name

And buried treasure...

Face your life

Its pain,

Its pleasure,

Leave no path untaken.”

― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

Yancy spent most of his life trapped, in some way or another, whether it was literally, when he was in prison, or figuratively, when he was trapped by his parents, confined to a small apartment by their words and expectations. He didn’t want that for his baby. He wanted more. He wanted her to travel the world, opening its mysteries one by one.

He sat next to you on the hospital bed, watching your sleeping form before looking over at the small bundle in his arms. He remembered everything that led to this, the odd cravings of pickles and chocolate, coffee flavored ice cream combined with peanut butter, and steak. He remembered the morning sickness, how you leaned over the sink, unable to get to the toilet, and spewed your guts out, tears running down your cheeks as you did. He couldn’t help but think that it was all worth it. The months of having to deal with anxious nervousness, and the days spent painting the nursery with bright colors.The doctor’s appointments and mood swings-- he knew that it was all worth it. 

He remembered the day you told him you were pregnant. It was a happy day, even though he came home from work sad because he didn’t make the audition. Then, when he came in to you sitting in the living room, holding a pregnancy test, the heavy feeling in his stomach vanished. You looked up at him as he entered, smiling nervously, before saying, “I’m pregnant.”

It was the happiest day of his life, but now, it was the second happiest. 

He couldn’t help but smile as he looked at her,so happy that he was afraid this was a dream, and he’d wake up, lonely and locked up in solitary confinement, but.. But he never could’ve dreamed up this. A world where there was so much more, and he was excited to unfold ever possibility, uncrinkle every mystery-- what would she be like? Who would she grow up to be? Would she like musicals? Would she like dancing?  He felt himself tearing up as he took in her face-- she had your features, your cute nose and chin, but she also had his hair and eyebrows. He loved her already. He loved her. He loved her.

 You groaned in your sleep, causing his eyes to flicker towards you. You looked at him with a sleepy smile, before holding your arms out for the baby. He gave her to you. You shifted into a comfortable position, holding her close, petting her hair. Then, you scooted over, making room for Yancy, patting the bed beside you after you did. He crawled in, and wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you close.

Your smile grew, “I love her, Yancy.”

“I love her too.”

“What do you think we should name her? I was thinking Veronica.. Or Eliza, or maybe Angelica..or maybe.. Maybe Annie. I like Annie the best.”

Yancy almost felt like he was going to burst from happiness. The worry he felt about you and the baby melting as he agreed, “Annie.. That’s a perfect name, doll.”

“Annie it is. Welcome to the world, Annie.”

Yancy leaned his head against yours, “Welcome to the world, Annie.”

He couldn’t wait for her to see it. For her to open the world like a big bright box, revealing everything, revealing all the songs and happy stories, and even the sad ones too, because he knew that after the sad chapters, there were always happy ones, and this moment was one of them. Gently, he kissed the top of your head, happy that he met you, you changed his world, rewrote his story, rearranged the pieces of his universe and created a new one. Now, Annie was doing the same to the both of you, rearranging the world you once knew, creating a new one, and god, he couldn’t wait to see it.

[faeriescorpio]

Hyping myself up over my angsty lil fic The Second Coming