#who killed markiplier fanfic

[ariwritessometimes]

Cause of Death, Chapter 9

Now available on Ao3!

[fdq666roadie-blog]

William/Celine fluff, written for a 1k prompt challenge on the r/fanfiction subreddit

[ghiertor-the-gigapeen]

[hiding-under-the-willow]

“If we don’t say anything, and something goes wrong in that house, again…” His gaze drifted down to the red tile floor below him

[thatonewannabegirl]

when the unnamed-faceless-ageless-genderless-raceless protagonist is mentioned when they’re not there>>>>

[starlyte-writes]

I wrote a fic depicting my take on the District Attorney from Who Killed Markiplier! You should all totally definitely read it it's very cool and there's lots of Damien involved pls pls pls k byyyyyyye

[icekingofhope]

So I made this meme long ago and showed it to my friends and I found it again and my friends wanted Me to post it

for context:

(Icelordofwinter) is me I really hate space cause It’s scares me the unknown and potential dangerous of how big space is kinda scares me

and I used to be a fan of markpiler and I remembered he loved space and I remember that meme “my favorite band is the beetles vs I fucking hate the beetles” so I decided to make a edit meme were it’s me and markpiler with our opinions on space…

it maybe dumb but my friends and I find it funny and I felt like I should share this treasure

[fuffleton]

Fellas is it gay to get handmade matching necklaces for your male friend? (Marmien fic, can be read as platonic if you squint really hard)

Friendship bracelets and matching magnetic heart necklaces were always a little bit corny to Damien, but when Mark insisted on giving him a moon necklace that matched his own sun necklace he couldn’t help but wear it everywhere he went. It was a cute little thing, a moon shaped charm that was at the end of a pure silver chain, custom made of course, to match both men’s expensive taste. And he loved it. Especially because it matched perfectly with Mark’s, who’s necklace had a pure gold chain and a sun charm.

Damien had kept the necklace on his nightstand the small amount of times that he wasn’t wearing it, he always put it in the same spot, and even in the dark he could locate it perfectly. So when he woke up from a night of getting plastered at a party it came to his surprise when he put his hand tiredly on his nightstand and he could feel his lamp, eye contact case, and badge. Everything but his necklace.

He sat up groggily and yawned. Maybe he just knocked it down, he was going through an awful hangover, maybe he didn’t notice. He swung his legs off the side of his bed, being immediately hit by a terrible migraine, and slid on his fluffy blue slippers and stood up. He ignored his headache, he needed his necklace, the thing was expensive, and more importantly, it was a gift. He got on his knees and elbow and looked beside his nightstand, nothing was there. He moved the nightstand and looked behind it, nothing. He stood back up, for a moment he considered putting his contacts in, but in his mind the necklace was more important. What if he went to the bathroom and ended up stepping on it? He couldn’t risk it.

He looked under his bed and then on his bed. And then under each blanket and pillow, but he didn’t see it. But why’d he care so much? Sure it was a gift but he could just have another one made and Mark wouldn’t know the difference. But it was their necklaces, a sentimental thing to represent their friendship. But then again he’d had matching things with William or even his sister Celine and lost it, and he wasn’t nearly as bothered. What made the thing he had matching Mark so different? He didn’t know.

The mayor walked out of his room making sure to inspect every inch of his floor as he did so. He kept looking at the carpet under him as he walked into his living room, maybe it just got caught on something and he’d been too pickled to notice.

When he looked under his couch and under each table and in each drawer in his house and found everything but what he was looking for he had a pit in his stomach. Why? Why did it matter so much? He wasn’t a materialistic person by any means, a necklace didn’t determine their friendship, so why? It might have been because of how pretty it was, how kind it was to his eyes and how in certain light it glistened in a way only he noticed. Or how it was always with him when he wanted it. Or, maybe, it wasn’t the necklace that he cared so much about.

He couldn’t stop himself from tearing up a little bit from the defeat he had after looking in every nook and cranny of his house and still not finding his necklace.

On his way back to his room he tripped on the foot of his couch that he didn’t see. And there it was right in front of him. It was on him the entire time, maybe if he just put on his contacts he would’ve known. Relief didn’t wash over him like it should’ve because in that moment he realized something;

The necklace wasn’t what he loved.

[room027]

uhhh i realize ive never posted about this before so im starting now..

i have an ao3!!!

and i write a lot of marmien on there here are my two favorites ive written but i have like 4 on my profile i think

check it out if ur starved of marmien content...

[franklyshipping]

Seeing Past His Act ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

WOOP WOOP NEXT FIC HERE WE GO! This one comes from a fabulous anon prompt featuring our favourite butler boi... and it's time Actor Mark got to be on the receiving end for once! LET'S DO THIS!

Actor was a man of faults, and everyone said so. He was coercive, arrogant, egocentric, uncaring about things that did not affect him, and sometimes he was simply downright rude. Technically though, none of these attributes were his fault – they were simply the elements of his design. And, to be fair, they weren’t his only elements. However these more secret traits were rarely seen, and certainly never acknowledged. There was one, however, who did get to see these softer, finer pieces. That one was Benjamin, the most loyal butler to have ever walked the earth. Why was he loyal? He was no idiot, he wasn’t the sort to put up with ill-treatment or discomforting conditions. He stayed with Actor because Actor, despite his general personality, had always treated him right. Over time that respect had turned to companionship, rife with teasing, kindness, and insight for them both into each other.

There was much Benjamin had grown to love about Actor. His sense of humour, his style, his flamboyance, his adoration of drama, his beauty… his laughter. No matter the tiredness Benjamin might feel, hearing Actor’s laugh would cast away any hint of darkness. It was loud, room-filling, and lit up his entire face to make him look even more stunning. Benjamin smiled to himself, and started humming a little tune as he finished preparing everything for Actor’s breakfast, which he always took in bed. This morning on the tray sat a cup of coffee fresh from the cafetiere, a glass of orange juice (no pulp) along with a plate of hot, syrup covered waffles, plus some fancy French pastries. Benjamin took the tray upstairs and knocked on the door.

‘Come in!’

Benjamin entered Actor’s utterly lavish chambers (yes, chambers, he really was that guy) and smiled when he saw Actor sat up in bed. Benjamin remained awed over how Actor somehow looked perfect even when he’d just woken up, hair tousled in a naturally elegant way, eyes bright and ready for whatever came at him. He brought the breakfast tray over and Actor took it with a happy sigh, resting it on his lap. He inhaled deeply, then grinned at Benjamin.

‘Mm, looking delicious. The breakfast looks lovely too.’

He winked, bringing a smile to the butler’s face – yep, still always the insatiable flirt. Benjamin drew open the huge curtains, letting the golden light of late morning into the room as Actor happily ate.

‘What’s on my agenda?’

‘Ah, there’s nothing in your diary for today.’

‘Oh good, I’ve been well overdue a lazy day.’

Actor let out a pleased hum as the sun streamed in, allowing him to see Benjamin all the better, and it was a sight he very much enjoyed. He admired how Benjamin always looked so pristine, with a finer finish than the smoothest statue or sleekest painting. He carried himself with such elegance, such effortlessness, and the way he smiled was just so easy. He was a naturally happy soul, and being around him always served to soothed the weight that sometimes tugged at Actor. Benjamin was a sweet balm, the most loyal companion… and Actor valued him more than anything else.

‘Come, sit, I insist that you try one of these.’

Actor grinned, patting a spot beside him on the bed. Benjamin sat by him, and a little pinkness appeared on his cheeks when Actor picked up one of the pastries, and moved to feed it to him.

‘Open wide.’

Benjamin smiled and took a tentative bite… and it was divine. An almond croissant with icing sugar and swirls of raspberry jam on top – Benjamin thought he was in heaven! His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he let out a little hum… but then his eyes flew open when he felt something touch his bottom lip. He opened his eyes and saw Actor, swiping some icing sugar from his bottom lip, and licking it off his finger like it was the most casual thing in the world!

‘You like?’

Actor said, taking his own bite of the pastry and grinning when Benjamin nodded shyly.

‘Good. With the amount I ordered I’ll definitely need your help eating them.’

Benjamin laughed softly – another trait that few knew of Actor. He insisted Benjamin have the loveliest food, rest, and all the fine things he could ever want. Benjamin never asked for such things, but he always felt amazing when Actor insisted on sharing it all with him. As the morning continued Actor took time over his breakfast, giving Benjamin many more mouthfuls – he liked to see Benjamin eating well, it always brought him joy. When it was cleared away Actor ambled to his robe wardrobe and started browsing, humming musingly as his fingers drifted over practically every hue of silk dressing gown known to humanity.

‘Hmm, I think today is a crimson day.’

Benjamin tried not to stare, he really did… but the way Actor’s toned midriff tensed and stretched as he slipped on the robe was too beautiful not to admire! Benjamin acted as if he was polishing the mahogany headboard of the king-sized bed, all the while glancing in his peripheral at Actor… who had suddenly huffed.

‘God damnit…’

Benjamin was confused for moment, but soon had to bite back a laugh when he saw that Actor had been putting on his robe inside out. Actor chuckled and rolled his eyes, flashing Benjamin a grin as he tried to free his arms from the sleeves.

‘I might need a second coffee.’

Benjamin giggled softly, but the urge to keep giggling was hard to repress when he watched, and realised Actor couldn’t get his arms free! Actor grunted as he tried to ease his biceps out of the sleeves, but the silk wouldn’t budge and he certainly wasn’t going to be rough and risk ripping it! Actor grunted, wriggling from every angle, trying to ease his fingers under the fabric to loosen it… but nothing worked. After a few moments Benjamin smiled, a fond glimmer in his eyes.

‘Would you like some assistance, sir?’

Actor was clearly embarrassed, but he nevertheless nodded and sat at the end of his bed. Benjamin sat by him once more and went about trying to loosen the material around his arms without damaging it – it seemed to be clinging tight to his muscles, which Benjamin couldn’t help but look at with barely hidden admiration. An admiration that Actor noticed, and found very enjoyable.

‘See something you like?’

He said with a smirk, and his words made Benjamin go beet red as he suddenly stuttered.

‘Wha– no, I– well I mean… um–’

‘Relax. You can look as much as you like, I don’t mind.’

Actor laughed, making Benjamin blink with endearing confusion.

‘Really?’

‘Of course! I find it very flattering.’

He winked, coaxing yet another shy grin from the butler. Actor’s confidence never ceased to amaze and impress him, and for a moment all Benjamin could do was gaze at him… which meant he lost his concentration, just for a moment. So his fingers, which had been trying to ease the sleeves off Actor’s arms, slipped down and brushed into Actor’s armpits. Actor let out a poorly muffled gasp, and he flinched. Benjamin noticed and his eyes went wide, immediately worried he was in some kind of discomfort.

‘Sir, are you alright?’

‘Yes fine.’

“Are you sure, did I hurt you?’

‘No I’m fine.’

‘But… you flinched–’

‘I just got a little chill.’

Actor insisted, clearing his throat a little as he painted on a charming smile… and yet Benjamin could see that underneath, there was something nervous brewing on his face. Benjamin glanced down to where his fingertips had nudged, where they still hovered in fact, and a very curious thought entered his head. Could he be? No… but… what if he was? Benjamin knew he shouldn’t dare. He knew he’d likely receive the king of all punishments… but he just had to try it. With a little smile on his face, he fluttered his fingers in Actor’s hollows, and the man flinched away with a surprised giggle.

‘Hey!’

‘Oh my… you’re… you’re ticklish!’

Benjamin was beyond delighted, whilst Actor was beyond mortified. Now Benjamin had started, he just couldn’t help himself. He kept his fingers fluttering in Actor’s hollows, which he couldn’t protect thanks to his damn gown trapping his arms! He yelped, immediately trying to wriggle away as he spluttered.

‘Heyheyhey nohoho gehehet ahahaway!’

Amidst his escape attempt he lost his balance, ending up on his back on the bed – Benjamin eagerly took advantage, kneeling over him from above as he continued to stroke and tease his armpits, giggling.

‘I must say this is very adora–’

‘Ihihif you fihinish thahat wohord I’ll throhow yohou in aha feheather pit!’

Benjamin blushed a little, but at this point he’d really just throw caution to the wind. He upgraded his flutters to scratches now as he grinned.

‘Adorable.’

Actor let out a little shriek at the feeling of Benjamin’s blunt nails swirling in his hollows, sending little ticklish shocks all the way down his spine and bringing out a stream of cackles from him. All he could do was kick his legs fruitlessly as his arms remained stuck in the stubborn silk, despite Actor’s struggles.

‘IHIHI’LL GEHET YOHOU FOHOR THIHIHIS!’

Actor could feel the heat building in his cheeks, a sign of embarrassment which was an incredibly rare look on the man. Benjamin felt his tummy flutter at the sight, and he giggled cheekily.

‘I didn’t know you already put on rouge this morning… or is that natural?’

Actor felt his face getting even hotter – he didn’t know what was more flustering, the words themselves or the fact that it was Benjamin saying them. He was so used to the man being meek and sweet and shy and so easy to tease… he hadn’t fathomed that Benjamin had this kind of side to him. And, honestly… he didn’t dislike it. Actor attempted to growl, but his giggles drowned out any hope of intimidation as Benjamin just tickled on and on and on.

‘YOHOHOU’RE A LIHIHITTLE SHIHIT!’

‘Sir, that’s not very nice!’

Benjamin retorted with a faux gasp. The butler had never really had a natural inclination for drama or sarcasm, but being with Actor for so long had meant some of that attitude had rubbed off on him over the years. Benjamin dragged his fingers down Actor’s midriff until he reached his soft sides, scratching playfully – a tickle which, much to his delight, made Actor snort.

‘AH­–nononohoho nahahat thehehere!’

‘Aww you’re so soft here, does that tickle?’

‘Whahat the hehehell doho yohohou thihihink?!’

Benjamin giggled at the retort, and playfully pinched at the man’s sides as he beamed down at him.

‘Well now, someone got out of the sassy side of the bed this morning!’

Actor snorted even more as he wriggled about, still unable to free himself from his own clothing as he tried to muster a glare – it was half-hearted at best.

‘Juhuhust yohohou WAHAIT uhuntil Ihi gehet my hahands ohohon yohou!’

Benjamin felt butterflies surge in his tummy at that comment, his head going to a rather flustering place – to his relief though, Actor was too distracted by the tickling to notice. Benjain used his thumbs to massage the dips of Actor’s sides now, making the man jolt and yelp amidst his giggles as Benjamin replied with a grin.

‘You need to get your hands free first.’

‘Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!’

Actor retorted, getting more and more embarrassed that he felt like he was going to combust at any moment! Sure he’d been tickled before but never by Benjamin… and let’s just say that it was hitting a little bit differently. Seeing his playful smile, hearing his teases, feeling his tickly touch – it all made Actor’s heart race with more than just embarrassment. There was joy. There was… love. Now, Benjamin’s fingers snuck down to tease against Actor’s prominent hips, all while the butler beamed playfully.

‘Dear oh dear, do I need to teach you some manners?’

Benjamin’s heart was full of love too. Seeing Actor like this was something he never could have fathomed, and yet here he was. Somehow looking even more handsome and bright and vibrant than he ever thought possible. Benjamin relished in the squeal that scratching at Actor’s hips brought out, and the butler just couldn’t stop giggling at the whole thing.

‘BEHENJAMIN IHI SWEHEAR TO GAHAHAD!’

‘What? Is there something wrong?’

‘IHIHI WIHILL EHEHEND YOHOHOU!’

‘Well if you do that you won’t have a butler, then where will you be?’

Benjamin retorted, his tongue poking out through his teeth as he grinned and used his thumbs to rub circles against his hipbones. The motion made Actor wriggle and cackle in what sounded like every pitch known to man! Actor’s cheeks were starting to ache from all his smiling as he continued trying to roll about to escape.

‘AHAT LEHEAST IHI WOHON’T BE BEHEING TOHORTURED!’

Benjamin grinned fondly, as always loving how the man could make everything dramatic. But then Benjamin’s eyes went wide… as he saw a mass of red silk shoot across the bedroom. Thanks to Actor struggling just enough at just the right angle, he’d freed his arms from the garment. Benjamin’s breath hitched as he watched Actor realise he was free… and grin wolfishly. Benjamin squealed when Actor pounced on him, pinning him onto the messy bed effortlessly as Benjamin started babbling.

‘Wait wait sir I’m sorry I–’

‘Hush.’

Actor’s tone was playfully stern, which made Benjamin gulp. His wrists were now pinned above his hand, and with his free hand Actor stroked Benjamin’s cheek… which swiftly went very, very red.  Actor’s grin widened when he saw it, and when he spoke his tone was soft, and a tad breathless.

‘There are very few I would allow to get away with what you’ve just done…’

Benjamin shivered shyly, and then felt his heart flutter at what Actor said next.

‘Lucky for you I like you… I always have.’

The whisper sent even more butterflies through Benjamin’s system, almost making him speechless. Almost.

‘I’ve always liked you too.’

Actor’s heart, in a moment of rareness, actually fluttered in his chest, and his grin softened into a genuine smile. Another rarity. Actor leaned in slowly, and pressed a gentle kiss to Benjamin’s forehead, before murmuring tenderly.

‘My dear Benjamin…’

Benjamin felt like he was melting from the affection as he looked up at Actor, feeling like the dreams he’d had for so long were finally real. Then his heart raced when he saw Actor’s smirk return with full mischief.

‘Now… I think it’s only fair I reacquaint myself with your tickle spots, wouldn’t you agree?’

Benjamin had burst into giggles before Actor even touched him, and when he did it sparked more joy in Benjamin than he even thought was possible to feel all at once. The same joy shone in Actor to as he, like Benjamin, relished in the warmth, the laughter, the joy… and the love.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOO LUV YOUS!!

[muscari-melpomene]

Want, and Need

Chapter 3 of Counterbalance!

"It's supposed to be his job," said Anti sharply, and Dark sighed like he was trying to keep his temper, shutting his eyes for a moment. Anti was standing firmly in front of him, arms crossed, and no way in hell was he about to back down. "You said it was Wil's job to take them."

"It's not good for him to be there so often."

"He loves it there."

"That's why it isn't good for him."

"And it's good for you?"

"Anti," said Dark, opening his eyes to glare, "this-"

"If you tell me the fucking manor sucking your soul out isn't my concern, I will start screaming."

"I was going to say 'not up for discussion', actually."

"You fucker-"

"Anti."

"Don't," Anti nearly snarled, a glitch tearing down his back and fizzling out his words, "don't you dare use that bullshit on me, Dark. Why the fuck have you been feeding the manor, and why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't tell you for exactly this reason!" Dark threw his hands up and turned away, starting for the stairs. "I didn't tell you because you're only going to do this, and there's no point telling you anything else about it because you won't fucking listen."

Anti glitched out and appeared in front of Dark, shoving him back into the living room.

"Do not walk away from me-"

"What else am I meant to do," Dark gritted out, catching Anti's arm and pushing him away before Anti could shove at him again. "You're acting like a child."

"I'm the child? Wil's the one who hangs on your every fucking word, who can't understand that not everything's a part of his stupid little game-"

"-And the longer he's at the manor, the worse his delusions get-"

"William," said Anti slowly, "is not. Coming. Back. He's gone. Wilford isn't going to snap out of being Wilford, that's all there is left of him."

Dark was silent, watching Anti with cold, hard eyes. Anti stared back.

"And even if he did come back," he continued, ignoring the high-pitched ringing slowly building in the corners of the room, "he wouldn't know you. He wouldn't want you. He wants Damien and Celine. He doesn't want Dark. He never has."

"...And you do?" said Dark, all cold calmness now. "You want the shells of them, crumbled and mixed into a new mortar and plastered over the cracks of a broken body?"

"I want-"

"And what do you want with that body, Anti? Do you want it to abandon the power that sustains it, to lie helpless on the floor for you?"

Anti shook his head sharply, pushing away the image. "That's not-"

"Do you want it isolated like one of your victims?" Dark demanded, moving closer, "no ties, no escape? A doll to keep to yourself? Or perhaps you want this forever, fights every night because I dare to have a priority that isn't you and you need the struggle, the suffering, the pain my divided attention costs me- am I nothing but misery for you to have your fill of? When do your teeth sink in to my neck, then, when do I wake up to my last morning with you to see you grinning and sated?"

"Stop," said Anti, voice ragged as he grabbed at Dark's shirt, "Stop, stop it. Please stop it."

"Why should I?" said Dark, head held high. He didn't push Anti away.

Anti tipped forward, letting his head fall against Dark's shoulder.

"...Every time you feed the manor," Anti mumbled, "you get further away from me. It might as well be you getting tossed in that fucking basement. I hate it. I hate it, it's hurting you. You're tired when you come back, you're... less of you. More of it. It's gutting you to make more room for itself, because who you are isn't what it wants you to be, you don't want to be like it, I know you don't."

"How would you know that?" asked Dark. His voice was still cold, still impatient, but it was... softening. Just a little. Anti took a deep breath.

"I know you have nightmares."

Dark stiffened a little, and Anti kept talking.

"You're good at hiding it. Really good. But you can't pretend when you're asleep. I see your face move, I feel you get tense, like you want to run... and when you wake up, you look like you just got back from giving it a fresh body. It wants all of you, and you're afraid. And I don't want your fear."

"Why not?"

"I need you."

"You need to-"

"I need more than feeding," said Anti tiredly, shutting his eyes. "I need you. You next to me. Your arms. Your voice. Your terrible fucking interior design choices-"

Dark huffed like he was trying not to laugh, and Anti stored it away to feel smug about later.

"-your rants about the dumbass dog next door and the lemon window upstairs, your pretentious, stupid filing systems, you, Dark, I need you. I want you. And the manor wants to take you away from me, and I'm not going to fucking let it."

A long, quiet moment passed. Dark's hand pressed into the small of Anti's back, and Anti did not cry as Dark finally curled into him, holding him carefully.

"I need you, too," he murmured, setting his chin on Anti's head and stroking his hand up and down Anti's back. "I want you, too. And I... I don't want it. But it will kill me if I don't let it in."

"It'll still kill you if you do," said Anti miserably, and Dark sighed.

"...Maybe. Maybe it will. But there's time to figure that out, alright? I'm not dying right now, am I? I'm right here. With you."

Anti finally unclenched his hands from Dark's shirt, only to wrap his arms around his boyfriend's neck, pressing closer against him.

"...You're here," he agreed. Dark nodded.

"I'm not leaving you. I don't want to leave you."

"Promise," Anti demanded.

"I promise," said Dark, without hesitation.

...

Chase kept his eyes shut, and hated every second of it. But this was- this was important. This was important, and if Henrik tried anything Marvin was right there to set him on fire. Marvin was good at fire.

Chase tried to focus on that, on the memory of Marvin getting startled by his own damn cat and setting the ceiling fan on fire that one time. It was better than focusing on Henrik muttering to himself as he took notes on Chase's last answer.

"...Alright," said Henrik finally, and the frenzied sound of scribbling stopped, "there is... no evidence that the connection has changed. Decreased paranoia does not indicate it has weakened, it is simply the natural progression of increased security in the absence of an attack. All that remains is to-"

"Do we really have to do this part?" Said Marvin, and Higgins yowled. Henrik sighed, agitated.

"Yes, we do. It's the most important part of this check-in, you are well aware of that."

"Then- then couldn't I do it? This once?"

Chase frowned. Marvin sounded more worried than usual.

I should tease him about that later.

"Were you possessed by the anomaly?" Henrik snapped, "Chase has the strongest connection to it, he is our best avenue of insight. Don't let your emotions cloud your judgement, Chase will be fine."

Chase tried very hard not to think about the word 'possessed'.

"You don't know that," Marvin muttered angrily. Henrik sighed again, more pointedly this time. Chase was pretty sure Marvin would throw hands with Henrik if he wasn't so scrawny. Henrik wasn't much to look at either, but he definitely had the height advantage. Marvin did have magic, though, and an unmatched level of pure, unadulterated spite, and honestly Chase would pay to watch him kick the shit out of-

"Chase, I said focus," said Henrik.

"Always ruining my fun," Chase muttered. Marvin snorted, and Chase could feel Henrik holding back one last sigh.

"Reach out to him," Henrik commanded. This was the part Chase hated. He'd had his eyes closed through the whole questioning process to help disengage from his body, because if he was too present, too connected with what was happening around him, he wouldn't be able to...

...to feel Anti. And the others needed him to, needed any information on Anti they could possibly get. They needed him to do this, and it was all he could actually do for them, and damned if he was going to keep all of them trapped because it scared him. Damned if he was.

Chase took a deep breath, and reached out.

"Chase," said Marvin, half-frantic from where he knelt in front of Chase, "Look at me- can you hear me? Chase, can you hear me?"

"Why'm I on the floor?" Chase mumbled thickly, frowning stupidly at Marvin. Marvin was on the floor with him, holding him by the shoulders, looking ready to pass out with relief.

"Because you fell," he said, voice sharp with what sounded like anger but going by his expression was worry. "You went still, you started crying, and you fell-"

Marvin turned to glare up at Henrik, eyes glowing faintly green.

"You said he'd be fine."

"He doesn't look hurt," Henrik shrugged. "Chase, would you mind getting up?"

"Fuck off, Henrik-"

"He's miserable," said Chase slowly. Marvin looked back at him, frowning. Henrik tilted his head. Neither of them spoke. Chase swallowed. "Anti," he clarified pointlessly, "he's... he's miserable. Feels helpless. Angry, but not in a 'killing people' way. He's usually happy when he kills people, actually-"

"Chase," said Marvin, squeezing his shoulder, "we should get you to bed."

Henrik paused in his frantic note-taking to glare at Marvin.

"...Yeah, actually," said Chase after a moment, "that'd be... yeah. Sorry, Hen, I'll- I can write it all up for you later."

Henrik pressed his lips together, clearly frustrated, but nodded.

"...Alright. I had better pack up, then."

Marvin helped Chase off the floor, and Chase tried to shake off the last of the suffocating, cloying, helpless anguish that had rushed in on him from all sides. Higgins brushed against his ankle as Marvin guided him down the hallway and into the office he'd usurped and turned into- well, it wasn't really a makeshift bedroom anymore. It had been over a year. He was probably officially Marvin's roommate now.

"You're hovering," he told Marvin as the other herded him to the bed. The mattress felt softer than it had been that morning.

"You gave us a fright," said Marvin. Chase grinned up at him, and Marvin folded his arms.

"What."

"Knew you cared," Chase teased. Marvin went pink. Gods, he was so fucking easy.

Higgins jumped up onto the bedspread and curled up at Chase's feet purring loudly, and after a moment Marvin relented and sat on the edge of the bed.

"...are you alright?" he asked softly, and something flipped over behind Chase's ribs.

Not the time, Brody, really, definitely not the time.

"I'm fine," said Chase, only lying a little bit. "It's... they're not really my emotions, and I only feel him in- in my head for a moment, so... I'm fine."

"You were crying."

"Can't prove it."

"Chase."

"Marv," he said, taking Marvin's hand and doing his level best not to think about it, "I'm fine. I'll be fine. You should go make sure Henrik's not doing any bullshit out there, okay? I'll be fine."

Marvin hesitated just long enough for Higgins to meow impatiently.

"Fine," he said, dropping Chase's hand to stand up, "alright, I probably should see him out... I'll bring you some tea, alright?"

"Thanks," Chase hummed, giving him a smile. Marvin nodded sharply, and left. As soon as the door shut behind him, Higgins climbed up to settle on Chase's chest, purring loudly and nuzzling his head into Chase's shirt.

"Good kitty," said Chase, voice cracking halfway through. He took a deep, shaking breath, burying a hand in the cat's fur. "Good kitty. Thank you."

[lexi-rp95]

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)

[onwiththestories]

Snippet of WKM: The Egos chapter 4

I trudged up the stairs to my apartment after I’d waved goodbye to Sandra, but stopped when I found several small boxes on my doorstep. They looked like they were from Amazon and were all addressed to ‘Ms. Echo’. I didn’t like being called Miss, Ms., Ma’am, or lady, but I squinted and let this one slide. There were two small boxes, about the size of cell phone packaging, and one larger one that looked like it might hold a laptop. A note was hidden between the big box and my doormat that read:

“Dear Ms. Echo,

I’ve heard from a friend of yours that you don’t have many electronics, so I thought I’d chip in. Especially for a new recruit to the Superhero Program, these will come in handy. Don’t worry, the phone and laptop come to you direct from a department in the Unit, and they’ll handle the bills. They’re top of the line, and not really supposed to be available to the public, but I won’t tell if you don’t. The third box is a bioscanner, which should help you figure out if you’ve got more powers than the teleportation and resurrection.

Yours sincerely,

Adam.”

‘Well, that’s a thing that happened’, I thought, mulling over the letter as I let myself into my apartment with new toys in tow.

The house was exactly as I’d left it. After taking off my shoes and four-day-old clothes, and taking a very long shower, I dressed in navy sweatpants and a purple tank top and plonked myself down on my futon couch and set to checking out my new devices. The phone looked like any other smartphone, but it didn’t have a brand anywhere and was already set up in my name with a single contact: Adam. It came complete with charger and ‘terabyte micro sd card’, whatever that was. I spent a few moments personalizing it and seeing what I could do with it before getting bored and checking out the bioscanner. The instructions said I needed to give myself a shot with a syringe that came with it, then put a droplet of blood on the scanner’s detector strip. Fuck that. Massively fuck that.

Here's a bit of chapter 4, it's up on Ao3 if you want to read!

[spookieypookie]

"Like crying out in empty rooms, with no one there except the moon." Journal | Solitary Confinement | "Make it stop."

Authors note: fuck i basically already wrote about this for prompt 2. I dont want to repeat the same ideas over and over even tho I could write about the Captain's universe alone on the ship or Mark being alone in the warp core but I just feel like it would be too repetitive. It might still be repetitive with what I'm planning but hey.

"This'll work I promise."

Those were the last words I ever heard. And they were lies.

I was lied to by the person I trusted the most… by the person I loved.

I was betrayed by every single person at that party. The actor organized the tragedy, involved people who had nothing to do with his quest for vengeance and damned us all. The detective cursed me by making me his partner. The colonel killed me. The seer manipulated me and the mayor. The mayor lied to me. And the seer and the mayor sealed my fate by stealing my body and leaving me trapped in this stupid broken dimension.

I watched them walk away with what was once mine.

At first I thought it was a temporary mishap. That they would figure out a way to save me. That they would come back for me.

But I've waited.

And waited.

And waited.

They left me.

I can hardly see. I can't sleep or breathe or feel. I'm left in a hell they put me in. This solitary confinement with no room for me. I'm not alive. I'm not dead.

I hardly know who I am anymore.

I'm not even the shell of who I used to be because that was taken from me. I'm just what's leftover of a life that was taken again and again.

What did I do wrong?

Wrong place. This evil mansion, this broken mirror.

Wrong time.

All I did was attend a party of old friends.

And now where are we?

Who have we become?

[missxfaithc]

I kind of hate how this is the longest story I’ve ever written, and also the longest one I’ve ever finished by a long shot 😂😂 I added in an extra “chapter” later on to give a little promo to a new fanfic I was working on at the time, but I finished the actual fanfic in 5 months. I basically wrote a MINIMUM of 1 chapter a day, and some days I wrote 2 or 3 chapters. I have no idea how I did it, but 16/17 year old me was just built different, I guess 😂

[fuffleton]

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.