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leighsartworks216 · 1 year ago

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Markiplier Egos Masterlist

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The Host

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

Help - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, depression, intrusive thoughts

Friendship - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Cuddles - The Host x gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: swearing, anxiety, awkwardness

“Did you sleep well?” Headcanons - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Wilford Warfstache

Blanket Thief - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Scary Movie Night - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: broken glass, panic attack, swearing, hurt/comfort but mostly fluff

Wilf Welcoming You Back Home Headcanons - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of food and drink

Yancy

Pet - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, reader is angy, bad accents

Parole - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: cat

My Handsome Guy - trans!Yancy x transmasc!reader

Warnings: dysphoria (not explicit), Yancy calls you “doll” in a gender neutral way, period stuff

Breakfast - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, slight paranoia (?), slight abandonment issues

Star-gazing - Yancy x gn!reader x Illinois

Warnings: none

Solitary - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: panic attack, claustrophobia, swearing, hurt/comfort

Hyperfixations - Yancy x autistic!gn!reader x Illinois

Warnings: slight swearing???, fluff

Darkiplier

Just a Little Dark Drabble - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A Thousand Awful Days - Dark x transmasc!reader

Warnings: dysphoria, swearing, fluff

Overwhelmed - Part 2 - Dark x (implied) autistic!gn!reader

Warnings: overstimulation/sensory overload, being nonverbal, zoning out, swearing, can be read as platonic

Damien and Dark ramble - Damien x gn!reader, Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Grief - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: grieving, depression, loss of a pet

Period Pains - Dark x AFAB!reader

Warnings: talk of period stuff that may cause dysphoria

Trauma (Songfic) - Dark x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: angst

Birthday Wishes - Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: mentions of purgatory, fire/matches and a knife

Dark Drabble - Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: none

Just A Child - Dark & teenage!gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: Actor is a creep (implied), hurt/comfort themes

Panic Attack Comfort Headcanons - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: panic attack (obvi), mostly fluff

Pretty Boy - King!Dark x masc!reader

Warnings: things get a little spicy 😳

Gone, I’m Gone (Songfic) - Dark/Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: explicit descriptions of blood, broken bones, starvation and dehydration, swearing, manipulation, extreme angst

Papers (Songfic) - Dark/Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: Actor is an asshole, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM

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

Partner - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Free of Charge - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: illness, swearing, hurt/comfort

Reckless - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: death, blood, injury, swearing, ANGST

Family Reunion - Illinois, no reader

Warnings: none

Stay Safe - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing

Star-gazing - Illinois x gn!reader x Yancy

Warnings: none

Careful Not To Fall In Love - Illinois & Indiana Jones

Warnings: none

Hyperfixations - Illinois x autistic!gn!reader x Yancy

Warnings, slight swearing??, fluff

Damien

Midnight, The Stars and You (Songfic Kinda) - Damien x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Damien and Dark ramble - Damien x gn!reader, Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Trauma (Songfic) - Dark x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: angst

Gone, I’m Gone (Songfic) - Damien/Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: explicit descriptions of blood, broken bones, starvation and dehydration, swearing, manipulation, extreme angst

Sodomy - Damien x male!DA!reader

Warnings: internalized homophobia, religious trauma, hinted emotionally abusive parents, sodomy laws

Papers (Songfic) - Damien/Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: Actor is an asshole, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM

Googleplier

Hug - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Reader Who Can’t Spell Headcanons - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

First Kiss Headcanons - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

ISWM

You’re Not The Captain AU

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Ficlet

You’re Another Engineer AU

One

Captain’s Log - Ficlet - Addition

Dogs in Space Headcanons - ISWM Crew + Captain!reader (Slight Captaineer)

Engineer Mark

Kiss It Better - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: minor injury, but mostly just fluff

Captain, My Captain - Engineer Mark x AFAB!reader

Warnings: period fic, cramps, swearing

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

I Missed You - Engineer Mark x transmasc!reader

Warnings: being (unintentionally) misgendered

#1 Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

Your Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, loss of identity, overworking

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otterlyinluv · 2 years ago

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A touch of darkness (pt.2)

Here's part 1

Summary: What happened after the office incident OR in which Yancy tries to eat breakfast and Wilford becomes a matchmaker

Pairing: Darkiplier x DA!Reader

Tags: sfw, fluffy, jealous Dark, proximity, thunderstorm, comfort, confessions and realisations

A/N: I apologize for the long wait, I actually finished it earlier but I decided to scrap the last third and rewrite it completely- Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.9k

"So you like Mr. Doom and gloom, so what?"

You almost choked on the chocolate milk Wilford made you.

"No, that doesn't make sense. Nothing even happened. He just fixed my computer, and then I felt weird."

Wilford raised an eyebrow at you.

"My dear, you might not see it, but you look like a lovesick fool."

Your face started to feel warm.

"No, I do not! I came for advice, Wilford, but now I know I chose the wrong person." You stood up from the armchair, leaving the chocolate milk on the desk, when Wilford started to wave his arms around.

"Okay, okay, fine, I'll stop." He grabbed you by the shoulders and plopped you back on the armchair.

"Now," he said, no longer in the spot he was a second ago. His little teleporting shenanigans didn't bother you as much as they did during the first months of your stay at the mansion. Whenever he suddenly disappeared and reappeared at a completely different place, you'd always get a mini heart attack, which lead to him doing it even more frequently to mess with you. What you hadn't realized then was he did it only to get you used to things that weren’t exactly normal. Wilford was a good guy at heart even if his methods were a bit... unconventional.

"Since you don't believe me, we'll go about it in a different way." You turned around to where he was. He made you stand up from the chair and gripped your hands.

"Which thoughts race through your head like fluttering butterflies frolicking in a field when he’s with you? How does he make you feel in general?"

The corner of your mouth turned up at the metaphor, and you looked off into the distance. After the encounter in your office, you started bumping into each other far more frequently than before. Or maybe you noticed him more. And when you did see each other, his gaze seemed to linger on you a suspiciously long time. Whenever you made eye contact during meetings, you felt a flutter in your chest. A flutter you didn't feel with anyone else.

You looked at Wilford with a sense of epiphany. His eyes seemed to light up.

"Am I interrupting something?" Dark said, standing in the doorway, his arms crossed.

You ripped your hands from Wilfords'.

"Oh, Darkie. Why we were just having a lovely chat, nothing for you to worry about." Wilford drawled, putting his arm over your shoulder.

Dark's eyes darted to your shoulder, and his gaze hardened. The colored aura that surrounded him seemed to gain a more blue hue. It only lasted a couple of seconds before he rolled his neck.

"Excuse me." He suddenly ran off out of the room, his fists clenched.

You saw Wilford grinning out of the corner of your vision as he put his arm away from you.

"Wilford, what did you do?" You said, glaring at him.

"I just gave him a little push, that's all."

You really wanted some cereal.

The mansion was pleasantly quiet because you liked to wake up earlier than everyone else. While listening to Illinois boast about all his adventures or Google try to subtly persuade you to grant him admin privileges was entertaining once in a while, it wasn't something you wanted to do first thing in the morning.

You were able to find your favorite brand of cereal, a spoon, and some milk. The only thing that was missing was a bowl. You looked into the cupboard where the bowls usually were, but there were none. You wondered who kept misplacing the contents of the cupboards and kept searching.

Still nothing.

You grabbed a chair to stand on so you could reach the cupboards that were higher up. You carefully stood up on it and opened the one closest to you. Finally!

Unfortunately for you, the bowls were on the top shelf. You huffed and stood on your tiptoes. After stretching your arm as far as you could, you were finally able to grab a suitable bow.

But you leaned back so suddenly you lost your balance. You flailed your arms in a futile attempt to regain stability. You mentally prepared yourself to come into contact with the cold hard floor when you felt someone grab your waist to support you.

You let out a relieved breath only to look down at the grey hands, which were now firmly holding you in place. The area which the hands were in contact with was completely devoid of color. You turned around to see Dark without his signature jacket, his eyes wide. You were frozen, but your skin burned where his hands were.

"You should be more careful. You would have fallen if I hadn't gotten to you in time."

You couldn't move. The only thing you felt was the oddly gentle hold he had on you. The bowl, which you were now holding safely, was the last of your worries.

"Still as clumsy as ever," he chuckled under his breath. His thumbs twitched, and you blinked at each other in realization of your compromising position.

He cleared his throat as he stepped back as if burned, removing his hands in the process. You carefully got down from the chair.

It was so quiet you could almost hear his aura crackle in the air like static.

"I, uh... Thank you for... that."

"You are welcome," he said quietly.

You were looking at the ground, your face strangely warm. Your gaze traveled to his shirt, the first two buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hands bordered with blue and red the hands that held you were now hanging at his sides.

You stared too long. You could feel him looking at you. You glanced at him.

He was looking straight at you. So intensely that you felt like he could see directly into your soul. So expressively, his eyes seemed more brown than black.

He took a shuddering breath.

"Is youse making cereal? Leave some for me!" Your head jolted to Yancy standing in the doorway.

Dark snapped out of whatever trance he was in and promptly left the room with no parting words.

"Woah, what got him so worked up?" Yancy walked to you as you looked at the door, deep in thought.

"I'd like to know that too."

After having finished your perfect bowl of cereal, it was back to sitting in your tiny office. Normally, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Nothing special, just you sitting behind your desk working at your computer. Except you weren't. You couldn't.

Not when whenever you closed your eyes, you could remember Dark standing over you so clearly. Your little... encounter happened a few weeks ago, yet you still couldn't focus properly while you were here. It took you at least half an hour to distract yourself enough to at least start working. It was frustrating, but there wasn't much you could do. Talk to him about it when he has most likely forgotten about it already? Yeah, sure.

Now that you thought about it, there was something else that was making you unfocused today. Why did Dark look like he wanted to murder Wilford when he was just being touchy as usual?

And this morning... He just caught you out of politeness so you wouldn't fall flat on your face. Or maybe he just didn't want you to break the bowl. You didn't allow yourself to even consider the possibility that maybe he didn't want to see you hurt. And the way his hands stayed on your waist just a few seconds more... Boy, did you forget how to talk then.

Maybe you were looking into it too much. Sure, he was nicer than before, but he could simply be more comfortable with you. As a friend. Yeah, that must be it.

Satisfied with your thinking session, you were ready to get to work.

Your concentration was disturbed by the sound of your door opening, followed by a thud of something heavy being dumped in, and then the door immediately slammed shut again.

You looked up from your computer to a sight you never would have expected - Dark rapping at the door, violently shaking the door handle.

"Now Damie, remember what I told you. If you want something, go get it!" Wilford slurred, his voice muffled by the door.

"Wilford, open the door this instant, or I swear I will kill you. I am serious."

"Oh, promises, promises. Focus your energy on the important things!" Wilford's voice faded away as he supposedly walked away from the door.

"That insufferable..." he mumbled to himself, turning around.

His clothes were wrinkled as if someone tried to physically push him into the room but was met with resistance. You couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Uhm, welcome, I guess."

He sighed. "Hi."

"So, what happened for you to end up here of all places?" You leaned on your arm. It might have been an unexpected situation, but that didn't mean you weren't going to enjoy it. Dark, on the other side, seemed really determined to fulfill his promise to Wilford. "When Wil sets his mind to something, nothing can stop him. Not even me." He tried to open the door to emphasize his point, and as expected, it didn't budge.

"Can you not get out by... other means?" You never really knew how his powers worked. And you doubted he would tell you even if you did ask.

"No. I don't know how he did it, but he managed to completely lock me out -" He looked around. "-or in. Technically."

As his eyes surveyed the room, you realized how small it was. It was enough for you, but Dark seemed to fill a big part of the room just with the colored aura that surrounded him. Come to think of it, why was he standing so far away from where you were?

"Well, I'm guessing we're going to be here for some time, so why don't we sit down somewhere more comfortable?" You pointed to a light brown sofa leaning against a wall. His eyes followed your hand to the middle-sized sofa. You winced. You didn't want to make it awkward for him to sit down there alone, but maybe he would rather you didn't sit with him. Why didn't you just ask him what he wanted in the first place-

He simply nodded and sat on the sofa. Having no other choice, you plopped down next to him.

Small raindrops started hitting the window.

You turned to say something to fill the silence at the same time as he did, which resulted in you looking away from each other. He let out the quietest chuckle, and you couldn't help yourself but do the same.

"You can go first." Dark said.

"Ah, it wasn't anything specific, just that the rain is getting stronger." You expected him to simply nod and direct the topic somewhere else. Instead, he looked over to the window. The rain was now strong enough to be audible if you were both quiet, which is what was happening now. Dark looked as if he was observing the rain. As if simply the fact you told him about it gave it value.

"It indeed is."

After a couple of seconds, he took a breath. "I've never noticed how small this office is."

"You're right, but I like it. It makes it feel cozy. It also holds memories more easily. " In fact, your brain was recalling a rather specific memory involving him. But you doubted he would be thinking of that.

"Well, I'm glad. The area carries a certain air that only you have."

"Oh, and what might that be?" You smirked.

"Comfort. Something you want to return to and treasure every moment spent with."

You stared at him wide-eyed.

"Ah, I said too much, didn't I? Forgive me." He looked to the door.

You were touched by how highly he thought of you. Yet there was an unspoken implication in his statement.

Thunder rang out.

You flinched and crashed into Dark. His arms shot out, cradling you against him.

"Are you alright?"

You squeezed your eyes closed as you tried to focus on your breathing.

"I... I'm just scared of thunder. The sound..." You trailed off, heart beating rapidly in your chest.

His hold on you tightened as he gently moved your head to the crook of his neck. He rubbed his hand across your back in soothing motions with a soft "Shh" every couple of seconds. You let him hold you until you eventually stopped shaking like a leaf in the wind.

That's when you realized what a compromising position you were in and stared at him in shock.

"I apologize, I overstepped." He frowned, untangling his hands from you.

As soon as you felt the absence of him, you realized.

"I don't mind." You said, and his face visibly relaxed. "I actually don't mind a lot of things when it comes to you. Simply being with you is... nice."

He let out a quiet laugh. You wished you could put the sound in a bottle. "You're just saying that because we are stuck together."

You laughed and let out a rebuttal.

Minutes passed with other witty remarks, and before you could realize, the brief rainstorm had completely passed. You were confused that you hadn't heard another thunder since there had to have been at least one. But you had gotten too involved in Dark's quips to notice the sound. Dark cracking jokes... now that was something you would have never imagined.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Dark asked, leaning his head on his arm.

"What?"

"You were staring at me without saying anything for a while now, so I figured you had something interesting going on in that brain of yours."

Heat rushed into your cheeks. You didn't realize you had been looking right at him.

You cleared your throat and saw him smiling out of the corner of your eye. "I was just wondering," you smiled back, "do you often run away?"

Dark quickly turned his head away in shame.

"First, it was when I was talking with Wilford. You came in and then suddenly excused yourself. Then, this morning, too... What's going on? Did I do something?"

He sighed. "No, no, you didn't do anything. It's me." He added quietly.

"How so?"

He responded after a couple of seconds. "I am afraid that if I tell you, a lot of things might change... between us." The look in his dark eyes was earnest, almost nostalgic.

Oh.

You pondered upon his statement for a few seconds. "Does change always have to be bad?"

As soon as you said the sentence, you were hit with a sense of deja vu. You felt like you've said it before, but how?

In tandem with your confusion, a slight shock spread on his features. As if in a trance, you put your hand on his cheek. Looking him up and down, you studied his features. There was nothing different from what you've come to know. Why were you expecting to see something else?

Your fingers moved on your own in a caress.

His eyes fluttered shut. You traced over his forehead, moving to his cheekbones when you ended up near his lips. Features oh so familiar like you knew them for years. Now that his eyes were closed, he seemed different. At peace. So close.

He opened his eyes, and there it was again. The two of you in your office. The proximity close enough to feel electrifying. None of you said anything as a decision hung in the air. But only up until his onyx-like eyes flicked from your own to your lips.

He smiled. "Would it be foolish of me to say I want to kiss you right now?"

And you answered by leaning in.

You let yourselves be entangled by the sheer amount of emotion as your lips brushed against each other. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer like he wanted to drown himself in you. You basked in the softness of your embrace, finally feeling as if everything has fallen into place.

He pulled away as you tried to catch your breath.

"So beautiful." He whispered, tenderly tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Before you could respond, he went right back in. Not that you minded, of course.

No sooner than a minute had passed were you interrupted by your office door swinging open.

"Glad to see you've finally figured yourselves out! Now, if we could-" Wilford's voice was cut off as Dark slammed the door with a motion of his hand.

He brushed his hair away from his face and turned back to you.

"It did look like he needed something." You gazed at the door pensively.

"I am sure he did, but," he smoothed out your shirt, "I do believe you don't want anyone seeing you like this."

You tried to keep from laughing as you regarded his own disheveled appearance. "You're not too neat either, Sir 'Irons his shirts every morning'."

He rolled his eyes but smiled at you regardless. Getting up from the couch, he held out his hand, which you accepted, and headed to whatever wacky escapade Wilford was up to this time.

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theknightmarket · 1 year ago

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HAPPY NEW YEAR, LADS! Here’s some incorrect quotes to celebrate that were meant to be for the anniversary, but I forgot about them. Spoilers for fics that I’m toying with or am in the process of writing!

Dark: If you could guess, how many brain cells do you have? Wilford: Dorito’s cool ranch. Dark: Dark: I'm just gonna assume zero for now. Wilford: I love that song.

Illinois: You know you can die from that, right? Bond!Reader: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point. Google: *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up. Bing: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

Dark: I'm going to ask you to be respectful. Mark, after kidnapping the DA: I will politely decline.

Detective!Reader: You’re alive. Murdock: No need to sound so disappointed.

Engineer!Reader, with a headache: Advil me up, daddy. Google: I will short out the language centre of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.

Yancy: If there’s one thing I learned from Bing, it’s to set people’s expectations real low, so you end up surprising them by practically doing nothing at all.

Heist!Reader: Dammit, Mark, you ruined everything! Heist: You’re welcome.

Dark: Fine! I don't give a shit! DA!Reader, watching him keep coming back from the mirror: You seem to give a lot of shit for someone who claims not to give a shit.

Bing: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, that’s fucked up. Like c'mon, you know I’m dumb as hell!

(Engineer!Reader is on a business trip) Google: Ew. What kind of tea is this? Bing: I boiled gatorade.

Heist: Please, picking locks is my specialty. Heist: *throws a brick through the window* Heist: Okay, let’s go.

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker* Ghosts!Reader: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone: Engineer: ...I did. I broke it. Reader: No. No, you didn't. Wilford? Wilford: Don't look at me. Look at Mark. Mark: What?! I didn't break it. Wilford: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? Mark: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. Wilford: Suspicious. Mark: No, it's not! Damien: If it matters, probably not, but Noir was the last one to use it. Noir: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! Damien: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Noir: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Damien! Engineer: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, cap. Reader: No! Who broke it!? Everyone: Yancy: Hey, bud… Illinois' been awfully quiet. Illinois: rEALLY?! *Everyone starts arguing* Reader, talking to Host: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. Reader: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Reader: Reader: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Murdock: So you like cats? Detective!Reader: Yeah. Murdock: *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

Police!Reader: We are gathered here today because someone- *glares at Mark’s coffin* -couldn’t stay alive!

Engineer!Reader: Why are you two always out during rainstorms? Google: It’s so peaceful and refreshing. I love the smell of rain. Bing: Google bet me I couldn’t get struck by lighting, but he’s WRONG.

The police chief, pointing to Murdock’s empty cell: YOU LET HIM ESCAPE?!? Detective!Reader: I WAS ON BREAK.

Detective!Reader: I’m going to take you out. Murdock: Great, it’s a date! Detective!Reader: I meant that as a threat. Murdock: See you at five!

Actor!Reader, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me. Actor, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

Bing: I'm incredibly fast at math. Engineer!Reader: Alright, what's 30 x 17? Bing: 47. Engineer!Reader: That's not even close. Bing: But it was fast.

Police!Reader: Go to Hell. Actor: I wish I could.

Dark: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. DA!Reader: FORTY-FIVE SECONDS?!? Dark: No! Four to five seconds! DA!Reader: Too late!!!

*Damien and College!Reader skipping stones on lake* Damien: It’s such a beautiful evening. College!Reader, whispering: Take that you fucking lake.

Actor: So that’s my plan. Police!Reader: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean. Actor: No, go ahead, I want to hear it. Detective!Reader: It fucking sucks. Actor: That’s not constructive criticism.

Bartender!Reader: Can you please be serious for five minutes? Wilford: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Actor!Reader: How petty can you get? Actor: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Illinois: Yancy and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us. Criminal!Reader: *Sighing* What did Yancy do? Illinois: He chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and... Yancy: Who wants a steering wheel?

Dark: Why. why did you give the DA a KNIFE?! Wilford: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe. Dark: Now I feel unsafe! Wilford: I’m sorry. Wilford: ... would you like a knife?

*DA!Reader and Wilford sitting in jail together* DA!Reader: So who should we call? Wilford: I’d call Dark, but I feel safer in jail.

Engineer: Gunther, can I talk to you for a second? Gunther: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Cap are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss? Engineer: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.

Ghosts!Reader: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? Engineer: >:O language. Bing: Yeah watch your fucking language. Yancy: OKAY WHO TAUGHT BING THE FUCK WORD? Google: 'The fuck word'. Noir: Are you stupid? You all use the f word all the time. Wilford: Oh my god he censored it. Illinois: Say fuck, Noir. Mark: Do it, Noir. Say fuck.

Host: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous. Mark: What if it bites me and it dies!? Dark: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Mark, learn to listen. Yancy: What if it bites itself and I die? Noir: That’s voodoo. Bing: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Google: That’s correlation, not causation. Illinois: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die? Wilford: That’s kinky. Ghosts!Reader: I hate this house.

Sheriff!Reader: Died and came back as a cowboy, I call that reintarnation.

Mark, setting down a card: Ace of spades. Dodger, pulling out an Uno card: +4. Enis, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you! Survivor!Reader, trembling: What are we playing?

Actor: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Actor!Reader: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Actor: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING JULIET WITH ME. Toby, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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jacksepticeye-simp · 2 years ago

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Masterlist/Intro + DNIs

Hello, my name is Andrew! I'm ftm and use he/him pronouns. My favorite colour is red and my favorite youtubers are Markiplier & Jacksepticeye! You can see which characters I write for and their respective tags underneath my fandom list! Please don't ask me for money or advertise things in my inbox as I don't have any money.

Wattpad: Jacksepticeye-simp

AO3: jacksepticeyesimp

Side blogs: @antisepticeye-simp @mostdefinetlyjackieboyman @pigeon-detector @divine-ceo

Green = Will do/Interact/No TWs

Yellow/Orange = May not do/Thin ice/Very light TWs

Red: Will not do/Do not Interact/Very sensitive TWs/Dead dove

I will do:

Drawings (See 'Will not do' for more details)

Smut (See 'Will not do' for more details)

Ships (See 'Will not do' for more details)

Markiplier egos

RP (See 'Will not do' for more details)

Jacksepticeye egos

Yandere stuff

Polyamory stuff

X reader stories

Enemies to lovers

Female Readers

Gender Neutral Readers

Transgender Readers

AFAB/AMAB readers

Male Readers

Semi spicy/suggestive stuff (See 'Will not do' for more details)

Interact:

Markiplier fans

Jacksepticeye fans

BATIM fans

FNAF fans

LGBTQ+ and/or allies

Crankgameplays fans

Gacha community

Amyplier lovers (Mark x Amy)

Cat lovers

I might do:

Crankgameplays egos (I don't know much about his egos but I'll do my best to research about them)

Thin Ice:

MHA fans

Harry Potter fans

Will NOT do under any circumstance:

Incest

Porn (I'm a minor, I don't think I should be drawing that stuff)

Youtuber ships (Septiplier, crankiplier, whatever. Shipping real people is weird as fuck unless they're okay with it or are actually dating.)

Pedophilia

Romantic/Romance RPs (Unless its a very specific ship)

Explicit RPs

Private DM RPs (Personal pref to do rp through asks and reblogs)

Student x Teacher

Rape

Non-con

Watersports

Scat

Heavy pet play

Parent kinks

Heavy breeding kink

Dub-con

Abuse of any kind

DNI:

Religious people

Septiplier/Crankiplier shippers

Cat haters

People who like shotacons/lolicons

Proshippers

Racists

Homophobes

Transphobes

JK Rowling supporters/defenders

FANDOMS:

My tag list

(Some of this might be dead dove, be aware)

Markiplier egos:

Googleplier (#bluevoltage):

Beautiful (Yandere Googeplier x Gender Neutral reader || TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT/ IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful' || TW: {DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT?}|| IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Murdock (#serotoninslasher):

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Wilford Warfstache:

Confession (Wilford Warfstache x GN! Reader || TWs: None)

Illinois Jones (#headstronghunk):

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire, PROLOUGE

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire, Part 1

Heist! Mark:

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Mayor Damien (#mysteriousmayor):

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Darkiplier (suiteshadow):

Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None)

Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader || TW: Petrification)

Welcome Home, PROLOGUE (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 1 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 2 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 3 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 5 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 4 (Darkiplier x reader|| TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT / IMPLIED DRUGGING)

Welcome home, Part 6 (Darkiplier x reader||TW: MURDER/IMPLIED LIGHT VIOLENCE)

Pains (Werewolf! Darkiplier x GN! reader || TWs: None)

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||

Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood)

Head Engineer Mark (headheartthrob):

Confident (Head Engineer Mark x reader || TWs: Implied spicyness? || Completely SFW ||)

Yancy (#musicaljailbird):

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Annus:

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Bingiplier:

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The God of Night:

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The Necromancer:

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Septic Egos

Antisepticeye (#moldingmalware):

Panic Attack (Antisepticeye x reader || Platonic || TWs: Panic attack/ mentions of arguing)

Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood)

Jameson Jackson (mutedmuse):

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Chase Brody:

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Shawn Flynn:

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Jackieboyman:

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||

Marvin the magnificent:

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Robbie the zombie:

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Henrik Von Schneeplestein:

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Ethan Nestor's' egos

Blank gameplays:

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Unus:

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Mad Mike:

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I think that should be it for characters. I'll add more to this in the future.

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regalrain · 10 months ago

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For requesters, I will say I’m best writing certain egos XD

Those being:

Illinois

Yancy

Darkiplier

Artiplier

Ivyiplier

Farmiplier

Googleplier

The Author/Host (my Author and Host are the same person, just different points in his life)

The Actor

Ships I’m good with:

Illinois X Almost anyone really XD

Yancy X Almost anyone

Dark X Googleplier

Dark X Author/Host

Artiplier X Bingiplier

Artiplier X Bim Trimmer

Ivyiplier X Others

Googleplier X Bim Trimmer

Polyamorous and polycules

Probably more I’m just not remembering XD

Though you may need to specify if wanting my versions of the egos, or mine x someone elses, etc

#markiplier #markiplier egos #fanfic writing #plus hcs

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iamvegorott · 1 year ago

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Missed Communication

Thank you @voonespelle for commissioning the third part of the My Boy series! <3 Part 1; My Boy: Link Part 2; Fatherly Meeting: Link

Summary: Yancy and Illinois' relationship is strong and happy, but Yancy's sudden changes and hiding something or someone has Illinois fearing the worst. But, after an argument and following Yancy out of the Manor, he discovers who that someone is and finds himself even deeper in the complicated mess that is Yancy's bloodline.

Missed Communication

Yancy bit into the chocolate strawberry Illinois held to his mouth, softly laughing when the rest of the chocolate broke and fell away. He managed to catch it in the palm of his hand and laughed more as he chewed.

“That could have been a little smoother.” Yancy swallowed and ate the fallen chocolate, licking his palm of what had melted.

“If it goes too smoothly, then it wouldn’t be us.” Illinois chuckled and finished off the rest of the strawberry. “A life of chaos is what I adore.”

“Yous just get bored too easily.” Yancy lightly teased.

“Maybe a little bit of that as well.” Illinois reached into the basket and took out a bottle of champagne. “Thirsty?”

“Always.” Yancy was loving the cute little date he and Illinois were having.

It was lunchtime, and they sat on a blanket in the middle of the Manor’s yard. Illinois had packed a basket full of food and treats. The chocolate-covered strawberries were the dessert of the heart-shaped sandwiches. Illinois had gotten a little carried away with prepping this, but that’s what Yancy loved the most about him. He put his all into everything, no matter how silly it may seem.

“It is alcohol-free, so don’t worry.” Illinois poured two glasses, gracefully holding both of them by the stem between his fingers on one hand. He placed the bottle back into the basket, using it to keep it upright as he handed Yancy one of the glasses. “Cheers~”

“Cheers.” Yancy echoed and clicked his glass to Illinois’. He got a partial sip before his phone started buzzing.

“I swear if that’s Dark interrupting our date, I’m fighting him.” Illinois’ threat was weak and playful. The few times Dark had interrupted their dates were accidental since it was work-related or just wanting to check-in. Thankfully, ever since Dark’s first discovery of their relationship, he’s been sure to knock on both of their bedroom doors before entering. Even if said door was cracked open, Dark was not going to risk walking in on anything. “Oh? What’s got you going like that?” He asked with a chuckle, his train of thought changing when Yancy started laughing at what he saw.

“It’s just a picture,” Yancy said as he texted with one hand, a skill he’d gotten better at as he grew accustomed to his phone.

“Can I see?”

“Yous wouldn’t get it.”

“But-” Illinois quickly forgot all about the picture when Yancy leaned over and kissed him.

x~x~x

Later that night, the two were on the bed together, the blanket being their only covering since their clothing had been discarded long ago. Illinois was on his back, staring up at the ceiling while Yancy slept on his chest. His hand mindlessly played with Yancy’s hair, thinking about what the past month or so had been like.

He thought about how Yancy had been on his phone more than he’d ever been. At first, he’d only reply to the Manor group text, usually with a one-worded response or an emoji, and outside of that, he’d only text Illinois, and those texts were just asking if he wanted to hang out. Yancy slowly got more comfortable texting and would share pictures back and forth with some of the Egos he’s grown close with and always would show Illinois the pictures. Especially the ones that got him to laugh. But he still preferred to do things in person and sometimes would forget he had a phone. Nowadays, he was on it almost constantly, always texting someone and angling his phone so Illinois couldn’t see the screen. It was strange.

Something even stranger was that Yancy had started going out on his own a lot. Yancy usually didn’t like to be alone. He’s always enjoyed company, even if it was just him and someone else sitting in the same room doing different tasks. It wasn’t rare to find Yancy in Dark’s office, working on a sketch or something while Dark did his work, or watching a show with one of the others or cuddled up against Illinois. There was always at least one person with Yancy. But Yancy’s been heading out alone, saying he’s going on a walk and not returning for several hours.

That was concerning, and against Illinois’ better judgment, it was becoming suspicious.

Yancy was hiding something. He was hiding something or someone.

“Stop that,” Illinois grunted, rubbing at his face with his other hand, forcing those thoughts away. There was no need for him to be thinking that way. He was overthinking something that didn’t make sense.

This was Yancy.

Yancy probably didn’t even know that was a thing, let alone go through with it.

“Huh?” Yancy mumbled as he stirred in his sleep.

“It’s okay, treasure.” Illinois softly shushed Yancy, hugging him with both arms and nuzzling his nose to the top of his head. “Go back to sleep.” Yancy only made a little happy hum and curled up more against Illinois before drifting back off instantly. “Back to sleep,” Illinois repeated for himself and closed his eyes as he let himself also drift off.

x~x~x

Illinois muttered to himself as he came back into his bedroom. He silently scolded himself and Wilford for not looking where they were going and running into each other. He now had some sort of pink, sparkly, and sweet-smelling drink all over the front of his shirt. Illinois was a little concerned that it seemed Wilford had glitter in his beverage, but knowing that pink-haired, chaos-causing man, it was something he likely didn’t really need to worry about.

Illinois was finishing buttoning up a fresh shirt when he heard a buzzing behind him. He hummed and walked toward the sound, seeing Yancy’s phone on the bedside table. There was a notification for a text, and the lock screen showed a preview of the text and the name of who sent the text. The preview was all Illinois needed since it was a simple;

Meet up at the usual place?

“What?” Illinois said out loud, seeing that there wasn’t a name to the text, not even an emoji. It was just the phone number. Yancy was hiding whoever it was that was texting him, making sure if anyone saw his phone, they wouldn’t know who it was but him.

Yancy was actually hiding someone.

He was hiding someone from Illinois and lying about it.

Why would Yancy lie?

Why would he lie to him?

With a curse, Illinois snatched the phone off the table and stormed out of the room, needing an explanation now.

Illinois saw Yancy in the hall, walking down it casually like nothing was wrong. More anger bubbled up inside of Illinois, thoughts running on their own, something that rarely happened to him, and all of that build-up caused a lapse in his usual character, and he snapped, voice raising to a yell.

“Yancy!” Illinois' sudden and loud voice made Yancy jump in shock and quickly turn toward him.

“Illy?” Yancy blinked a few times and then noticed what Illinois was holding. “Why do yous have my phone?”

“Who have you been texting?” Illinois ignored the question and asked his own.

“Everyone, we text everyone. Give me my phone back.” Yancy’s voice had a slight shake to it, showing he had been caught, and Illinois was not giving up that easily.��

“Everyone has their name in your contacts, but this person isn’t. Who are they, and why are they asking to meet in the ‘usual place’?” Despite having a phone in one of his hands, Illinois still made air quotes with his fingers.

“It’s not something yous need to worry about. It’s…complicated.” Yancy shook his head and stepped over to Illinois, reaching for his phone.

“Complicated? You’ve told me about everything since we’ve been together.” Illinois held his arm up.

“This is-it’s something more than that.” Yancy fumbled over his words, clearly unsure how to talk about this while still avoiding saying anything. He looked around as he noticed some of the other Ipliers peeking into the hall to see what the commotion was about.

“More than us?” Illinois’ arm lowered a bit, and Yancy took advantage of the moment and took his phone back.

“No, not more. I used the wrong word. Just…different. We can talk about this later when we’re alone.” Yancy added the last part in a whisper. “I gotta go.”

“To meet them?” Illinois gestured at the phone.

“It’s-I-would yous just trust me, damn it!” Yancy suddenly shouted and turned away, walking off down the hall. Illinois went to follow him, far from done, but got stopped by a hand on his shoulder, and Wilford was soon standing in his way.

“You don’t want to mess when they get like that,” Wilford said. “Trust me, Yancy’s a lot like his mother and needs a moment to breathe before talking things through.” He patted Illinois’ shoulder. “I’m sure whatever problem there is isn’t worth yelling at each other since you both clearly have a lot of love between you two.”

“It’s not that simple.” Illinois pushed Wilford’s hand off him and walked down the hall as well. Wilford hummed to himself, not liking how any of this sounded or felt, and headed for Dark’s office.

Illinois jogged for a few moments, catching up to where Yancy had gone, and watched him leave the Manor. There was a pause as he debated on what to do and, either from pride or worry, followed Yancy.

If Yancy wasn’t going to tell him what was going on, he was going to get the truth for himself.

He made sure Yancy had a good head start, just barely being able to see the other man as they traveled down the street. They passed by strangers, and Illinois noticed how Yancy seemed to be walking with a purpose, knowing exactly where he was going and even having a hint of a smile.

Illinois felt a sour, anxious twisting to his stomach. This didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t rational for him to believe that Yancy was doing something behind his back, but his actions had him thinking and thinking and thinking. Yancy was hiding things from him, going out without him, and texting some person about meeting up, and they had been meeting up long enough to have a usual place. Everything lined up in a way to have Illinois believing something that he’d never expect to even be a thought he’d have.

That Yancy could possibly be cheating on him.

It couldn’t be, but it was the only thing that was repeating over and over again in Illinois’ head. He wasn’t a paranoid man. He wasn’t one to overthink things or assume the worst, yet he…he was so scared that he was going to lose Yancy.

At that final thought, Yancy turned and made his way up to a little cafe, sitting at one of the outdoor tables and taking his phone out, typing away.

Illinois kept his eyes on Yancy as he inched closer to the cafe, trying to find the perfect spot to see everything while remaining hidden. He wasn’t sure what would happen. If someone else was going to arrive, or if Yancy was just going to be sitting there on his own for an extended period of time.

“Holy shit.” Illinois cursed in shock when he saw who joined Yancy. He watched as Actor sat two drinks on the table, taking the seat across from Yancy. Illinois didn’t know a lot of details about Actor but knew how to recognize him in a crowd, that he was Yancy’s father, and that he was very dangerous.

Illinois had a quick wave of thankfulness that Yancy wasn’t cheating, and that thankfulness turned into slight fear. What did Actor want with him? Why did Yancy look so happy to be with him?

He finally got out of his hiding place, courage rushing back to its usual height as he walked right up to the table where Yancy and Actor sat. Before Yancy could even finish opening his mouth to say something, Illinois spoke first.

“What are you doing here? What are you doing here with him?” Illinois’ first question was to Actor, and the second was to Yancy.

“I-um…we-we’re just-” Yancy stammered over his words as Actor stood up and offered a hand toward Illinois.

“You must be Illinois. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Yancy has told me a lot of great things about you.” Actor had a charming smile, giving off a trusting feeling. Illinois hesitated, looking to Yancy, who had his own encouraging smile and, feeling guilty for assuming the worst of his boyfriend, took and shook the offered hand.

“Pleasure is mine,” Illinois said out of habit.

“How about I go get you one of these drinks as well? It’s a mocha-flavored coffee that we’ve been obsessing over.” Actor lightly chuckled.

“I-” Illinois was about to decline but changed his mind, wanting a second to speak with Yancy alone. “That sounds wonderful, thank you.” Actor nodded and turned away, heading back into the cafe. As soon as Actor was gone, Illinois sat down and spoke to Yancy in a concerned whisper. “Why are you with him? This doesn’t seem safe.”

“It is safe. Over a month ago, I ran into him during my evening job, and he’s not as terrible as everyone makes him out to be.” Yancy said, taking a sip from his coffee.

“I know Dark can be a little overly cautious when it comes to you, but he’s told everyone to avoid Actor. Not just us Ipliers, but the others as well, even those not involved with him at all. He’s warned just in case he tries something.” Illinois kept glancing back at the cafe doors between every other word.

“He ain’t trying something.”

“He’s always trying something.”

“How do yous know that? Yous never met him. Everything ya know came from Ma.” Yancy poked Illinois’ shoulder to add to his point.

“Dark’s the one who’s like dealt with Actor.” Illinois caught Yancy’s hand, lowering it and entwining their fingers together. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, Yanc.”

“I ain’t gonna get hurt.” Yancy squeezed Illinois’ hand back. “Actor just wants to be a dad. He never got a chance to even try since I was sent off as a baby. He admits to making mistakes in the past and understands why Ma did what they did, and he just wants his family to be happy and get along.”

“I still don’t know.”

“He just wants his family, Illy.”

“I…” Illinois’ voice trailed off for a moment, seeing the look in Yancy’s eyes. He truly believed everything he was saying, and Illinois sighed. “Okay, but at least let me join you when you meet him from now on. You can’t blame me for still being a little cautious, right?”

“Of course. Yous are just a little protective.” Yancy chuckled.

“Only a little.” Illinois playfully hummed and caught Yancy in a kiss. Yancy smiled and leaned in, closing his eyes to enjoy the affection.

“Woah, you two, save it for the bedroom.” Actor laughed as he returned to the table, setting Illinois�� drink in front of him. Yancy moved and looked away quickly in embarrassment while Illinois started laughing from getting caught. “At least that proves you really do like each other.” Actor teased a bit as he took his seat.

“Sorry,” Yancy said softly, using his free hand to rub the back of his neck.

“Oh, don’t apologize. It’s nice to know that my boy’s got someone by his side.” Actor took a sip of his coffee, smiling at the taste. “And I know that usually the father’s supposed to be all big and bad and scary and threaten their child’s partner, but I can think of at least two reasons that causes that to be unnecessary. Firstly, my son’s going to have good taste because he’s my son, so I have no worries about you, and secondly, I mean, I know who Yancy’s mother is. I don’t need to worry about being threatening since he does that very well on his own. I should know.” Actor took another sip from his drink with a wink.

“Dark did give me a good threat when he found out about us.” Illinois chuckled.

“I told him to leave you alone.” Yancy sighed.

“It was one threat, and we’ve done pretty good since. Plus, the threat was a little warning to not break your heart, and I don’t plan on ever doing that.” Illinois lifted Yancy’s hand and kissed his knuckles.

“You weren’t exaggerating with your comments about your boyfriend.” Actor said.

“What comments were you telling him?” Illinois asked Yancy with a grin.

“Well-I-um…” Yancy stammered.

“That you’re adventurous, curious, caring, and a massive flirt.” Actor played up his tone for the last one, and Illinois hummed, grin growing.

“You were very accurate.”

“Shut up,” Yancy mumbled, a flush of pink on his cheeks.

“He definitely does not get that from me. I, myself, am quite a flirt as well.” Actor placed a hand on his chest and did a slight shimmy.

“Gross.” Yancy blurted out without a thought, caught himself, and started laughing, getting the other two to laugh as well.

x~x~x

Dark stood and watched from his own hiding spot, having been there as long as Illinois had and listening to every part of the conversation. He had to resist the urge to go up there and stop everything right then and there, but he knew it would upset Yancy and, knowing Actor, would cause a massive scene that would upset Yancy even more than him just cutting him off. Dark wasn’t too worried about Actor doing anything to harm Yancy at the moment since Illinois was there, but he still didn’t like any of this nonetheless.

Wilford had come to Dark’s office earlier and filled him in on what had happened between Yancy and Illinois in the hallway. The context that Wilford gave led Dark to the conclusion that he was still speaking to his father regardless of the warnings Dark had given him. He left his office, saw Illinois leaving, and followed him, assuming he was going to follow Yancy.

Dark stayed and waited, knowing staying in the shadow of the tree kept him hidden, and using an aspect of his abilities to cloak himself helped as well. Eventually, Yancy says that he and Illinois need to head back to the Manor before they’re missed. They both say goodbye to Actor. Yancy with a wave and Illinois with another handshake and a tip of his hat. Neither of them could see Dark as they passed by where he stood, caught up in each other and lightly swinging their hands together. Dark softly smiled at seeing his son so happy, glad that he found someone he cared for outside of his family, someone who cared for him just as much back. He then looked back to the table and saw Actor looking directly at him, the smirk on his lips telling him that he knew Dark was there this entire time, maybe not in the exact spot until now, but he knew they were being watched.

Dark stared back for what felt like hours, waiting until Yancy and Illinois were long gone and then finally walking to the cafe, scaring a few passersby since he seemed to appear from nowhere. He kept his eyes on Actor as he reached the table and sat where Yancy had been earlier. There was a long and awkward pause as the two continued looking at each other. The three empty coffee cups were all on Actor’s side of the table, stacked up and prepped to be picked up and carried back into the cafe. Dark was the one to finally break the silence.

“Why are you still communicating with Yancy?”

“There is nothing wrong with a father wanting a better relationship with his son.” Actor stated with a prideful puff to his chest.

“The best thing you can do for Yancy is to leave him alone. He should not be involved with you at all. It’s not safe nor healthy for him.” Dark held his hands together and pressed them to the table, using them to ground himself, and hoped that it would keep himself as calm and rational as possible with this conversation.

“A young man needs a strong father figure in his life.”

“He has a father figure.”

“If we’re technical about it, you’re his mother figure. I mean, he calls you Ma and-” Actor’s comment trailed off when he noticed Dark had looked away from him, and it clicked what he was referring to. “That glitch you’re ‘dating’ doesn’t count, dear.” Actor’s voice was almost condescending as he reached over and placed his hand on top of Dark’s. Dark moved his hands away instantly in a sharp movement.

“Do not call me that. And do not call Anti that, either. You don’t know him. You don’t know what all he’s done for me and Yancy. He’s helped Yancy more than you could ever dream of.” Dark’s disguise faltered for a moment, showing his aura having much more red to it than blue. “Yes, he’s chaotic beyond comprehension, but he’s also determined and intelligent and isn’t afraid to do what is necessary.”

“Don’t tell me you have actual feelings for him?” Actor laughed in disbelief. “I thought you’d have higher standards, considering you’ve been with me.”

“I wasn’t with you. Celine was, and she very much regrets that choice.” Dark huffed with an eye roll. “I knew this was a bad idea,” He muttered before speaking clearly again. “I don’t care about your opinions on my love life since you’re not a part of it. I only care about Yancy and if you even think of hurting him in any way. I will kill you. That’s not a warning or a threat. That is a promise.”

“I’d never hurt the ones I love, Dark.” Actor spoke softly, using a tender voice, and that made Dark’s blood boil.

“Fuck off.” Dark spat and stood up. “I said my piece, and I am leaving, and I hope to never see you again.” He turned to walk away.

“You are so worried about me hurting Yancy that you’re oblivious to the fact that you’re going to end up doing it yourself since you show no faith in our son.” Actor’s words made Dark stop. “I know you’re lashing out because you love Yancy and can’t bear the thought of someone causing him harm. You want the best for him. What parent doesn't want that for their child? So if you want that, you have to know that the best thing would be for us to get along. Yancy wants his whole family. That’s what we are. We can work together.”

“Over my dead body.” Dark’s words dropped into a flat and monotone voice.

“I hope that doesn’t happen. I like the idea of us being a happy family. You’re a part of that Dark. Whether you want it or not, there’s no going back. You can’t deny the truth that we are his parents.”

“My family has nothing to do with you. And it never will.” Dark prevented Actor from saying anything else by leaving in a cloud of black smoke, uncaring of the reactions the strangers around them would have.

He had more important things to take care of.

#veggie commissions #veggie writes #yanois #danti

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faecaribou · 10 months ago

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why dr. iplier x yancy x host FUCKS HARD so heres a WIP thats been sitting in my drafts unfinished and will never be finished. rip

okay imagine, right? Dr. Iplier and the Host are dancing around each other always on the verge of saying something to one another about their feelings but the Host is excellent at talking about everything except whats important and Dr. Iplier thinks hes good at reading people but he’s not. They’re both kind of shy and they’re both kind of oblivious to the other’s feelings. If whatever Dark and Wilford have going on, wasn’t going on, then Dr. Iplier and Host would be the most interesting thing to occur in the ego meetings. maybe. there’s a lot of chaos there.

anyway they’re dancing around each other and they’re experts at it too. Then Heist drops and they get three new dudes. One is a pirate who’s practically never around because he loves adventure so damn much, the other dude also says he loves adventure so he goes on like weekend trips once a month but he stays in the mansion, and then you have the last guy. Who never leaves the mansion. Hell, does he even go in the backyard? Naturally they think he’s an introvert. Host is maybe hoping he’s got a book buddy who won’t mind a bit of blood; after all this guy showed up in a prison garb with tattoos and bandaids all over. Dr. Iplier really wants to give him a check-up since Captain Magnum’s never around for him to check up on him, and Illinois has submitted to three different check-ups already for each adventure he goes off to, but this prison guy has already figured out the entire layout of the mansion and is quick and quiet as a fish, or eel, or some other creature that can slither away without notice. Hell, he’s an escape artist when he wants to be and he knows every nook and cranny. It’s driving Dr. Iplier up the wall.

He finally gets his hands on the guy by cornering him after an ego meeting, and maybe it was undignified to scramble out of his seat like that the moment Dark lets them go, but the last meeting Yancy disappeared and the meeting before that was the when Yancy was introduced and Dr. Iplier has mistakenly thought that Yancy would show himself to the doctor’s office back then. He knows better now.

“Yancy. If you would come with me please.” His grip is iron around the ex-prisoner’s bicep.

#ahwm yancy #dr iplier #the host #markiplier egos #markiplier ego #markiplier the host #markipliertv #i forgor my ship name for this #dosty

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westanthewaterman · 3 months ago

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Request Guidelines

REQUEST STATUS: CLOSED

Please specify:

SFW or NSFW

Drabble, Headcanon, or Fic

Reader pronouns/AGAB

Romantic, Platonic, etc

Any prompts you would like (please send the actual prompt sentence, not just the number thank you!)

Characters I will write for:

Aurthur (aka Author)

Bing

Damien

Dark

Dr. Iplier

Engineer!Mark

Eric Derekson

God of Night

Google

Illinois James

Marcus (aka Actor!Mark)

Murdock (aka Murderplier)

The Host

Wilford Warfstache

William J Barnum

Yancy

Things I will write:

SFW or NSFW

F/M/GN/AFAB/AMAB Reader

Ego x reader x Ego

Ego x Ego

Things I won’t write:

Please don’t send asks about these topics, unless you are asking about my boundaries regarding them, thanks!

Pregnancy

Oral sex

CNC/Non-con

Rape

Incest

Pedophilia/Underage

Watersports/Scat

Foot Fetish

Master/Slave

Hard Pet Play (eating from a bowl, being in a cage)

Boot Worship/Boot Kink

Sir kink

Abuse

Hard impact play (canes, paddles, floggers, etc

Self-harm/Suicide

Menstruation/Periods/Abortion/Anything mentioning fertility

Fics centered around the weight of the reader or an Ego character

#west whispers #request guidelines #just making a separate post for this if i ever come back to taking requests

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voonespelle · 5 years ago

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Dark will tear open the void to grab Illinois mid adventure if Yancy is really upset and wants to see him

😂😂 imagine Illinois somewhere in the middle of some jungle, looking around for some long lost treasure, he sees it and just as he’s about to grab it. All of a sudden the ground starts shaking, Illinois thinks he set off a booby trap and he’s about to haul ass out of there but Dark with a smirk on his face shows up from the void in front of him and the shaking stops.

“Was that you making all that ruckus?!?!”

“I’m sorry I just couldn’t help it! You should’ve seen your face, though.”

“What do you want? I’m in the middle of something.”

“Our darling is crying for you so I’ve come to retrieve you.”

“Say no more!”

Illinois and Dark get in the void but soon after, you see a small tear in space on top of the lost treasure and Illinois’ hand comes out and grabs it so he can gift it to his darling.

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rustychips · 2 years ago

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Dude your stuff is SERIOUSLY SO TALENTED DAMN If you’re taking requests, could you do some of those ISWM cursed images drawing things, except with the AHWM characters? (Mark’s characters, Prof. Beauregard, the Hermit, Ed, Warden, etc)

AaA thank you! These are genuinly so hilarious and enjoyable to do, apologies theres only like 4, I went a little overboard 💀 hope you enjoy these!

( click for better quality )

#a rusty pencil #art #ahwm illinois #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #Yancy #ahwm yancy #professor beauregard #ahwm #a heist with markipler spoilers #markiplier #markiplier cinematic universe #cursed images #wilford's mustache is glow-in-the-dark #also if someone knows how to do dark's red-blue aura on ibispaint x please tell me 💀#a heist with markiplier

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softladyhours · 3 years ago

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how egos respond to u going “pspspspsps” at them

dark: i mean it gets his attention but he will be grumpy about it afterwards

damien: the boy is so clueless as soon as he hears it he is looking around all concerned then he sees u and just “darling!!🥰💕”

actor: is GREATLY offended that u would do this to him. absolutely heartbroken. he still responds to it tho

yancy: he does it BACK AT YOU like a CHALLENGE

illinois: IMMEDIATELY responds and walks over to u, what a good boy

wilford: will put out his gun, probably

I’m LOSING my MIND over this oml

Dark would give you a death glare but I think if you pet him affectionately he would begrudgingly accept his new role of house cat

DAMIEN!!!! Y/N and Celine would have a running bet to see how many times Y/N can get his attention that way without him noticing anything wrong. Let’s just say Celine owes Y/N a LOT of money

Actor would be such a pissy bitch baby about it but I think as long as you gave him some good love and affection he’d forget about it quickly lol

YANCY???????? The mental image of Yancy and Y/N aggressively spspspspss ing at each other has me ROLLINGGG

I think illi would lowkey like it just bc he’d feel special being the only one you pspspspsp at sjhfjejsj

yea Wilford’s a simple man. You spspspsp and he pulls out his gun idek skdjjdjs

#I want to spspsps at dark SO BAD #markiplier egos #markiplier egos x reader #darkiplier x reader #yancy x reader #illinois x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #actor x reader #thanks for the ask!#softie speaks #RAT<3

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supernatural-bias · 3 years ago

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First kiss with the egos? No pressure to do this and only the ones who that doesn't cross boundaries or that you feel comfortable writing here.

━"I've Been Waiting A While For This"

━Tw: None

━Notes: I liked this ask so much I turned it into a one shot!

━Song: "Under My Skin" By Jukebox The Ghost

━MARKIPLIER ☆

Your first kiss with him was a simple one. Just a pair of flustered collage kids departing from each other on a Friday night when one coward decided to make a move on the other coward <3

━DARKIPLIER ☆

The first time the either of you kissed the other was an important moment. Dark had just finished bareing himself to you honestly, something that almost never happens but he couldn't help to capture your lips in a tender and loving kiss once you had hugged him, going on about how you loved him no matter what

━ANTISEPTICEYE ☆

Anti has problems with intimacy, something you can understand and relate to a certain amount. Of course, he can do sex, but when it comes to genuine love? Anti struggles.

So your first kiss with him, your first genuine kiss with him, was much longer down the road than normal.

It was worth it though

━WILFORD ☆

There was only one lollipop left in the pantry, and the both of you wanted it. So Wilford has just looked at you with a grin and lunged for it, claiming that "if you really want it, come over here and get a taste" while wiggling his eyebrows up and down comically

When you pulled away from his lips later; all you could taste was sugar coating your tounge along with your own giddiness

━YANCY ☆

The two of you had been running straight towards each other durring a prison riot, not noticing the other untill the last moment.

Your bodies slammed into each other, your lips making contact in the process. When you opened your eyes to see who you had just accidentally kisses you were met with the sight of a flustered, greased up inmate with a Boston accent.

Speeding off out of embarrassment, you barely had time to catch what he yelled at your retreating back

"My names Yancy! Nice to meets youse!"

━ENGINEER ☆

He just straight up melted into the first you gave him. It was funny too, since you only gave him that as a sign to shut up and just do it :)

━ACTOR ☆

Sort of like Anti. Difficult eith intimacy, just for different reasons.

So what he does is- well, he makes you a card in his self dubbed 'moment of weakness'. The card is a simple I Love You with a hand drawn heart inside it, but on that heart he had pressed a soft kiss to it for when you would open in

I know it's not technically a kiss, but we can make one exception can't we?

━ILLINOIS ☆

You were leaning over to brush some dirt off his jaw with the pad of your thumb when you had caught Illinois looking at your lips unabashedly.

When he looked up to wordlessly as you for permission, you granted it to him with a warm smile

As well as a warm pair of lips

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weirdlyhornyforegos · 3 years ago

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Fic masterlist

MINORS DNI!!!!!

All my stuff in gender neutral, unless explicitly stated otherwise! All Markip**er egos. Updated: 27/02-2024

^^ = Lime

*** = Lemon

Strike through means I do not recommend reading that fic, but it’s still there

Characters: Actor, Darkiplier, Damien, Engineer, E-plier, Eric Derekson, Googleplier, Heehoo, The Host, Illinois, Murdock (Murderplier/Killer Mark) Porniplier, Wilford Warfstache, Yancy, Yandere. (And some extra Antisepticeye)

Normal fic count: 77

Kinktober 2022/23, fic count: 23

All my fics

Actor

Prompt: “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”/“Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.” ***

Prompt: Reader topping Actor and (consensually) wrecking his shit/Reader speaking French and turning an ego on ***

Prompt: Reader flirting with Google and Actor getting jealous and possessive ***

Fic: Damien x reader x Actor where Damien is in the middle for once ***

Prompt: Vampire reader with Actor, Darkiplier, & Wilford ***

Darkiplier

Prompt: “Darling, your heart is too pure for me.” ^^

Prompt: “I don’t care if you think you look like godzilla when you wake up, you’re my beautiful godzilla.” ^^

Prompt: “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.” ***

Prompt: “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”/“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”/“You look good all soaking wet.” /“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.” ***

Prompt: “Did I say you could stop?” ***

Prompt: “You take my fingers so well don’t you?”/“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”/“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”/“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” ***

Prompt: “You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.”/“Pull my hair!” ***

Prompt: Voyeurism kink/“I want you to watch me, first. Then you can have me.“ *** (AFAB reader)

Prompt: Winged reader that melts into subspace when their wings are touched ***

Prompt: Dark and Anti tries to get with you, but are always interrupted by the other, ends with a fight and an angry three way ***

Prompt: Dark with a naturally submissive s/o that has a praise kink to end all praise kinks, and he starts praising them in public ***

Prompt: “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”/“I love the sounds you make when you come undone.”/“Say my name over and over again and, once you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel good.” ***

Prompt: “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”/ “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”/“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.” ***

Fic: Darkiplier in a white suit and a fuck machine ***

Prompt: Darkiplier in lingerie ***

Prompt: “Can you stop sending me nudes, I’m at work.” “That excuse never stopped you when I was working.” “Can you blame me? I bought lace undies, what was I supposed to do?” ^^

Prompt: Dark consensually influencing readers thoughts and actions with the lines “Be a god pet and do what I tell you” & “Open your mouth.” ***

Prompt: You get a little possessive over Dark and Anti and have to mark them ***

Prompt: Dark possessively fucking Reader dumb & calling reader darling ***

Prompt: Dark with vampire reader ***

Prompt: Vampire reader with Actor, Darkiplier, & Wilford ***

Fic: Birthday drabble with reader in a bow ^^

Prompt: Dark going down on afab reader *** (afab reader)

Fic: Dark and tentacles. That’s it. ***

Fic: This time reader is the one with tentacles **

Fic: Dark and Murdock shares you (afab reader) ***

Fic: Dark is asleep and you should let him, but you can’t help yourself *** (amab reader)

Damien

Fic: Damien x reader x Actor where Damien is in the middle for once ***

Prompt: Giving Damien a handjob ***

Engineer

Fic: The Captain fucks Engineer against a wall *** (amab reader)

Prompt: “Stop talking and take off your clothes.” “Why would you say that! I tried so hard to make you happy and now you’re- Your hands are distracting me.” ***

E-plier

Fic: You’re his boyfriend and walk in on a livestream, which leaves him distracted and horny *** (male reader)

Eric Derekson

Prompt: “Don’t hesitate, just kiss me.” ^^

Prompt: “Are you wearing my shirt?”/“Tell me what you like.”/“Did you dress up just for me?” ***

Prompt: Eric and a transwoman reader in an established relationship, reader offers him a blowjob for the first time (trans female reader) ***

Prompt: Eric fucking transwoman readers tits with “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”/“You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?”/“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” *** (Trans female reader)

Prompt: “You have no idea what you do to me“ ^^

Prompt: Eric and dirty talk *** (Male reader)

Googleplier

Prompt: Google squad showing reader how much better they are at pleasing them than any other weak human ***

Prompt: Google and dry humping *** amab reader

Prompt: “I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin” + possessive Google *** (male reader)

Heehoo

Prompt: Consensual hunter/prey kink with Heehoo ***

Prompt: Reader accidentally stumbling onto Heehoo while camping ***

The Host

Prompt: “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.” ^^

Prompt: Male Reader topping Host *** (Male reader)

Prompt: “I only want to please you.”/“Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”/“You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”/“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.” ***

Illinois

Drabble: Illinois and someone with fangs ***

Fic: One tent instead of one bed ***

Prompt: Illinois and reader with an aphrodisiac ***

Fic: Illinois wanders into naga reader’s cave looking for treasure (male reader) ***

Fic: Illinois and almost skinny dipping ***

Murdock (Murderiplier/Killer Mark)

Fic: Dark and Murdock shares you (afab reader) ***

Fic: Waking up with curled around Murdock’s back (amab reader) ***

Fic: Murdock having some fun with Yancy when you come home (amab reader) ***

Porniplier(s)

Prompt: Plumber porniplier “inspects” readers “pipes ***

Wilford Warfstache

Prompt: “I think we need to talk about the fact that I’m in love with you and also that I’m pregnant.” ^^ (Female reader)

Prompt: “I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.” ***

Prompt: “Come here, baby, let Mommy/Daddy take care of you.”/“Aww, is my little princess/prince getting shy?”/“It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.” *** (Female reader)

Fic: Wilford giving reader’s wings a massage *** (Male reader)

Fic: Dark walks in on Wilford and winged reader *** (Male reader)

Prompt: Reader is a little chubby and kinda insecure, Wilford is sweet and appreciative *** (Female reader)

Fic: Somnophilia with Wilford ***

Prompt: Wilford with bratty reader that gets slaps as punishment ***

Prompt: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?” / “ Okay.. This is new. ” / “ What a pretty sight. ” / “ Good girl. ” *** (Female reader)

Prompt: Just some desperate sex with Wilford ***

Prompt: Vampire reader with Actor, Darkiplier, & Wilford ***

Prompt: Wilford offering Captain some stress relief ***

Yancy

Fic: Visitation day ;) ***

Prompt: “Aww, is my little princess/prince getting shy?”/“Come here, baby, let Mommy/Daddy take care of you.” *** (Uses the nickname princess, but gender neutral :) )

Prompt: “Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”/“These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.” *** (Female reader)

Prompts: “Why do you keep looking at me?” “Oh, you only just caught on? Why do you think I can’t keep my eyes off of you?” / shut up and kiss me already with Yancy / I’ve wanted this for so long with Yancy ^^

Prompts: Stolen handcuffs + “ Okay.. This is new. ” / “I read your diary“ ***

Fic: Yancy gets a new tattoo *** amab reader

Fic: Petplay with puppy Yancy and dom reader *** amab reader

Prompt: Submissive and a little touch starved Yancy ***

Yandereplier

Prompt: Reader being tired of being a bottom with “Touch yourself for me.”/“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” ***

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