#yandereplier (mention)

[smolwash]

Valentine’s Headcanons: Markiplier Egos

Yancy: he's in jail so he gets you what gifts he can and you get to visit him an extra time in the month!

Damien: all the stops. Roses, chocolate, jewelry, fancy date he does it all

Dark: same as damien

Actor: same as Damien

Wilford: takes you to dance as well as an arcade or carnival and wins you all kinds of gifts

Yandereplier: you get taken on every romantic mini date that can be planned in a day.

Bingiplier: picnic and sunset watch

Bim Trimmer: makes you the star of a game show, not contestant of course no. Think Vana white. And you get spoiled with gifts and a date after

Googleplier: he knows all the cliches so instead he does something for you and gets you something based off of your search history

Doc Iplier: spoils you with gifts and takes you on an elaborate and romantic date

Illinois: he's showing you around various museums and buying you pins at each one.

Abe the Detective:

(Yes I know he’s not technically a Markiplier ego but he’s associated so I’m tacking him on the end here)

He's taking you to dinner and a movie

Celine:

(I know she’s also not fully a Markiplier ego as she isn’t portrayed by Mark but I still wanted to include her)

She gets you gifts based on things you've been talking about lately and takes you on a date to try something or a place you've mentioned wanting to try but not having the time or resources to

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

hm i was looking over your masterlist, and was wondering if i may request a part 2 of https://clanwarrior-tumbly.tumblr.com/post/184908864863/the-word-i-got-was-accidental-so-maybe-something ?

maybe something like the reader recovering from literally being stabbed like it was nothing and yan doubting if they'll ever be safe around him/trust him?

ofc the reader forgives him but he doesnt know if he can forgive himself because oh god. thats his s/o who got sliced-

Ohh I remember this one! Yeah </3

.......

Hearing the clinic’s recovery room door slam shut made you jump a little, wondering who barged in. But you calmed down as you realized it was only Yan standing there.

“Hey.” With a gentle smile, you covered your stomach with the white blanket, sitting up. But it faltered when you saw his hesitance to approach you, alongside his disheveled appearance. He looked like he hasn't slept in days. “Yan?”

Part of him wanted to turn around and leave, even as you tried coaxing him over to you with open arms. As much as he wanted to run into them and smother you with love...he remembered who put you here in the first place.

That’s right.

It was him.

He did this to you. He almost killed you.

Dark made sure to remind him of that when he heard the news and screamed at the red-headed ego for his carelessness, leaving him already badly shaken. So he expected you to act the same, especially when he seemingly startled you awake.

What was he doing visiting you? He didn't deserve to be here and breathe the same air as you.

“S-Sorry sen..[y/n].." He forced himself to say your actual name. "I didn't mean to wake you...I-I’ll go.”

“Yan, I was already awake. You don't have to leave.” You pouted as he turned back to the door, before getting an idea. A surefire way to convince him to stay. “What if Illinois comes in and tries flirting with me?”

Freezing, his eyes widened in horror at that prospect, and he immediately went over to the chair beside your bed, sitting down. But he frowned, looking at the blanket.

“Let me see.”

You shook your head. “It’s not that bad-”

“Not bad? I stabbed you, [y/n]..” He whispered brokenly, his voice already wavering as his hand hovered over it. “I..I-I need to see how much hurt I caused.”

“Yan..” You started, pausing as his pleading gaze met yours. He really wanted to know how bad the injury was, even though it will definitely make him breakdown even further.

At his insistence though, you finally uncovered the blanket. The tears instantly fell from his eyes, his hand shakily hovering over your bandaged stomach while the other remained cupped over his mouth in horror and guilt.

In his mind he saw that wound he accidentally inflicted on you, bleeding red and staining the steel of his katana.

He couldn’t imagine what the scar was going to look like.

A scar that will forever remind you of just how awful he could be.

Of how he used to be.

You should be scared and distrustful of him now. It’s only a matter of time before you begged him to stay far away from you. Yet for you to be so calm was...off.

Why were you so calm?

He’s a murderer. A monster.

Why would you want him near you anymore?

He started to weep as you pet his red hair comfortingly, hushing him. He lowered his head down to press a few kisses on the bandages, specifically where he stabbed you. He was an absolute wreck, sobbing apologies and holding your hand in a death grip.

“I-I did this to you..my only love. I ruined your body...your perfect body! I-I'm so, so sorry.." His voice remained muffled against your stomach, but you understood him and knew he felt undoubtedly guilty.

“Sweetie, it was only an accident. I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose. You didn't ruin anything. It's okay. All the bleeding’s internal, where it’s meant to be." You attempted to joke.

However it was ineffective as he just shook his head, sniffling. "No! I-It’ll never be okay! Unless I...”

"Unless..you what?"

Suddenly he went quiet, before looking at you. "I atone and inflict the same pain on myself. I just..n-need your permission."

"..what? No. Absolutely not.” Your heart sunk as you knew exactly what he was talking about. “You are not gonna commit seppuku over this."

"I-I won't do it fatally. Just..enough to match what I've done to you. S-So you aren’t alone in your suffering. Please, let me atone..”

"I don't give you permission."

"Please, senpai..let me!! If it’s the only way you’ll forgive me-”

"I already have. You don’t need to hurt yourself to earn my forgiveness."

“...y-you forgave me?” He sniffled, blinking with astonishment.

“Of course I did.” Your voice softened as you brushed away one of his tears. It pained you to know he considered doing that at all. 

But he swore to hurt whoever dared bring you harm. 

How ironic. It was him who ended up doing that, nearly killing you. So he should be punishing himself. And yet...you still loved him enough to press a kiss to his cheek, refusing to let him do that.

That made Yan shudder with quiet sobs as he laid his head back down on your stomach. You just rubbed gentle circles into his shaking back, murmuring comforting words.

At that point he had dozed off, exhausted and still holding your hand.

He couldn’t tell you how he almost went through with the punishment when he sat alone in his room, thinking over everything he’s done. He was so convinced that you’d never trust him again and you were better off without him...and had the katana’s clean blade pointed at his own stomach.

But he stopped, coming here as soon as Edward mentioned you were in stable condition. He just wanted to confirm if you hated him or not.

And you didn’t. Even after what he’s done to you, you still loved him and forgave him

Maybe he was worthy, after all.

[even-more-incorrect-ego-quotes]

Bo Burnham + Iplier Egos

[Bo Burnham’s Welcome to The Internet as things the Iplier Egos would say] Bim Trimmer: See a man beheaded

Darkiplier: Get offended, see a shrink

Actor Mark: Show us pictures of your children

The Host: Tell us every thought you think

The Benefactor: Start a rumor, buy a broom

Yandere: Or send a death threat to a boomer

Derek Derekson: Or DM a girl and groom her

Google: Do a Zoom or find a tumor

Dr. Iplier: And here's a healthy breakfast option

Yancy: You should kill your mom

Illinois: Here's why women never fuck you

Annus: Here's how you can build a bomb

Silver Shepherd: Which Power Ranger are you?

Wilford: Take this quirky quiz

Ed Edgar: Obama sent the immigrants to vaccinate your kids

[lildevyl]

How about darkstache with the theme of gifts uwu?

@lamiasluck  Sorry, it took me a while to get to this!  I kinda went a different direction with this but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

****

Wilford was busy setting up and getting everything ready! It had to be perfect! Okay, so table? Check! Candles? Check! Gifts? Check, check, check, and double-check! Food? Check! Yup, everything’s going to be perfect!

“Wil?”

“Oh, Darky! I’ve almost got everything set!”

“For what?”

“Oh, come now Darky! Don’t tell me you forgot already!”  At Dark’s still confused look as he looked at the scenery, it appears that he has forgotten!  “Darky!  You forgot your own Anniversary?”

“Annivers? Wil,” Dark sighs already feeling the beginning stages of a tension headache.

“Oh, don’t you worry Darky! I got everything control for ya! And it’s going to be great!”

“Wil.” Dark tried again to get Wilford’s attention.

“I got the food and table ready! I got the gifts!”

“Why are there so many gifts? Chase and I don’t go that much out on our Anniversary.”

“Oh, that’s from everyone else! We all pitched in! Chase has helped us out on more than one occasion! Though I think the Googles and Bing’s gifts are more of a peace treaty then anything else.”  Wil hums at the memory of how Chase kept trying to keep the peace between those five and how he ended in the middle of an almost Android War.

“Wil!” Dark nearly shouts finally getting Wilford’s attention.

“Yes, Darky?”

Dark sighs.  “Wil, our Anniversary isn’t until Valentine's Day!”  Dark gestures to the mini desk calendar on the kitchen’s island. “I think you’re a little early for our Anniversary.”

Just then Chase walked in and stopped by his husband’s side.  “What’s the special occasion?”  Chase asked turning to Dark with amusement in his eyes.  “Did Yandere finally find her Senpai?  Or did Lio and Yan finally get together?”

“No, Wil got our Anniversary mixed up again.” Dark smiled.

“Well, hate have this go to waste. Would like to go out with me on a date, Dark?” Chase asked cheekily.

“Why course I will, Chasey,” Dark answered.

***

@lamiasluck

Sorry if this isn’t quite what you have in mind. I’ve been meaning to write about this Ego Ship that I’ve been thinking about writing for over a year now! I just haven’t really written it entirely. But thank you for the prompt and for giving the excuse I need to kinda write this ship!

[inkribbon796]

Live from Downtown

Written for Bim’s birthday, in the Superhero AU this is his first real public appearance.

Summary: It’s Bim’s 21st birthday. So he spends the day with some of his favorite people and has a bit of a night on the town.

Chapter 1: I Don’t Wanna Lift Crates

    “Cut!” the director called after the “On Air” sign turned off. Bim smiled as he walked off set towards Dark who was sitting in a chair just behind the cameras. The producer for most of the shows that ran on the same network that Wilford was on.

    Bim had turned to watch Matthias walk away, his eyes almost sparking in hungry, a rather carnivorous smile on Bim’s face.

    “What do you think?” the director asked, looking back at Dark and the producer.

    “Well, no one’s dead,” the Producer groaned dryly.

    “That’s the point,” Dark stood up. “Good job, Trimmer, you should be proud of yourself.”

    “Really?” Bim tearing his eyes away from Matthias to smile at Dark. “Thanks.”

    Dark looked over at Matthias, “Can you control yourself?”

    “Hmmm,” Bim looked over as Matthias left.

    Dark snapped his fingers several times close to Bim’s face, “Focus. Nothing is happening to him.”

    “Right,” Bim looked like he was about to start grinding his teeth.

    “Repeat it,” Dark ordered coldly.

    “Fine,” Bim rolled his eyes. “Nothing’s happening to him.”

    “Good,” Dark began to walk away, motioning for Bim to follow. “Last thing I need is for the city to start investigating you and find the people on your show are turning up dead.”

    “Isn’t that the point?” Bim raised an eyebrow. “To feed people through a meat grinder?”

    “Not on camera,” Dark smiled at him. “Anyways, Wil and I have a couple gifts for you.”

    “I thought the show was my birthday gift?” Bim asked, already getting excited. “What am I getting?”

    “Patience, Junior,” Wil appeared behind Dark, slinging an arm around the entity’s waist. He pulled a small wrapped box out of the Void. “Here’s mine, I noticed your old one was looking a little rough around the edges.”

    Bim took the box as the set director called out, “Warfstache to set!”

    “Oh, that’s my cue, see you later tonight, boys,” Wilford smiled, the set behind them had been set up to look like his typical interview set. The reporter gave Dark a kiss on the cheek which earned him a small smile from Dark. As Wilford passed Bim he ruffled his hair, getting a distasteful eye roll from Dark and a fond smile from Bim.

    “Let’s go, Bim,” Dark told him. “The next show’s about to come on.”

    Bim looked back at Wil who was already starting a rather cheerful argument with the director. “Can’t I stay? It’s my birthday.”

    Dark was quiet for a bit, and for a moment Bim hopes this was one of the times where Dark caved and just gave him what he wanted.

    “I don’t trust Wil on this set,” Dark denied. “He’s shot at me once and I was standing behind the camera crew. Wil has shown a complete lack of awareness on this set and I do not want you shot and killed.”

    “He wouldn’t,” Bim defended heatedly, clutching the box closer to him.

    “Maybe when you’re better equipped to defend yourself,” Dark answered. “But you’re right, Wil would never knowingly shoot or hurt you. He adores you, Sunshine.”

    A question burned on Bim’s tongue, but he didn’t ask it.

    “Let’s go,” Dark told him, walking towards the doors. “A live set isn’t the place to hold a conversation.”

    “Yeah, sure,” Bim took his time to open his gift, revealing a hunting knife with a curved notch at the tip of the blade, the metal Damascus steel.

    “Thanks,” Bim called back to Wil.

    Wilford smiled at him, waving over to him before his attention was pulled away. Bim followed Dark before the greyscaled entity could pull him away.

    “What do you think?” Bim smiled as they entered the dressing room.

    “Dad’s got good taste,” Bim smiled, examining the blade a little closer.

    Quietly that door opened and Bim looked up to see a guy who looked like Indiana Jones walked in. Dark smiled, “Ahh, right on time.”

    “Hey, Disco Ball,” Illinois smiled as he walked over.

    Bim froze, staring at him in confusion and surprise before he slowly started to recognize the person speaking to him, putting the knife back in its sheath. “Illy? You’re alive?”

    “Hey, I know you’re eager to kick us all out of the nest, but come on,” Illinois smiled, walking over with a hand on his belt.

    Bim paced around him, his smile getting wider, “You got out of wearing the suits too?”

    “Only off the clock,” Illinois smiled.

    Bim lunged and Illinois stepped out of the way, Dark was already braced with a portal that opened to safely let Bim crash into the backyard of the Manor, instead of all the equipment in the dressing room. Illinois jumped through the portal to land on Bim the first chance he got.

    “No fair,” Bim argued as they tumbled around on the line, Dark stepping out of the Void and trying to pull as much of his grayscale effect and ringing as he possibly could. The entity just watching the two of them wrestling with a fond look on his face, more and more of what had once upon a time, been an actual backyard looked like it was supposed to.

    “Maybe you should have thought of that before,” Illinois shot back, the two wrestling around on the ground.

    Yan came from deeper in the Void to stand beside Dark. She screamed and charged at Illinois, knocking him off Bim. “Don’t worry, I got him.”

    “You traitor!” Illinois choked out as Bim jumped on him as well.

    Dark watched them for a bit before pulling Bim off his siblings, “Alright, that’s enough.”

    Illinois rolled away from Yan before she could accidentally claw him in the face. “Come on,” Illinois grumbled. “I never get to see ‘em.”

    “You’ll have most of the night,” Dark promised. “Bim, Anti will be coming for you soon.”

    Bim let out an audible gasp of joy, “What did he bribe you with to let me go?”

    “Anti and I have certain understandings,” Dark admitted. “That understanding was if Anti was going to keep pestering me about it I was going to rip his spine out of his back.”

    “Didn’t work, huh?” Bim kept smiling.

    Dark groaned, “I hate him.”

    “More or less than Mark?” Bim dared.

    Everything went deadly quiet.

    Yan and Illinois took an uneasily step away from Bim as Dark just stared at him, the world graying out and the ringing got worse.

    For what it was worth, Bim realized what a colossal mistake he’d made the instant that name left his mouth. But didn’t dare make it look like he was anything more than nervous.

    “What was that?” Dark reached out and began straightening Bim’s tie, as if he suddenly needed to have his hands doing something.

    “I, uh,” Bim choked on his own throat coughing. His tie wasn’t tight, but the uneasily atmosphere didn’t easy the young man’s nervousness.

    “Sunshine,” Dark warned, Dark let go of Bim’s tie and setting his hands on his shoulders. “If you expect to ever set foot outside your room again, you will never mention that name again. Am I clear?”

    “Crystal,” Bim smiled.

    “Good,” Dark smiled back.

    “Hey, geezer,” Anti announced as he broke through the Void. “You—”

    The glitch demon paused as he looked at Bim. He’d already been carrying a knife when he walked in, but he used it to point at Bim. “Uhh, ye grounded, kid?”

    “No,” Dark turned away. “If I see him on the nightly news; however, he will be.”

    “Yah know, I’ve decided ‘ta nickname my soul splitter “Little Anti”, an’ he loves ye.”

    “You have nothing to threaten me with,” Dark reminded him. “It’s an inconvenience and I can always keep Bim home.”

    “If old age make yah grumpy an’ boring, someone needs ‘ta exercise me before I get half as old and decrepit as you,” Anti insulted. “How Wilf puts up with ye is beyond me.”

    “I have standards,” Dark reminded coldly, then turned and gave Bim a slight smile. “Have fun Bim.”

    “Thanks,” Bim smiled at Dark, this time his smile was a little more genuine. “Have fun doing whatever the hell you do when I’m not around.”

    “Enjoy your evening,” Dark said as Anti pulled Bim through the portal and back into the dark Egoton streets.

NEXT =>

[tiredeldritchhorror]

first off; TW: Blood, Murder, Classic Yandere killing

Senpai, Wont You Notice Me by Fandroid (ft. Michaela Laws)

secondly, i want EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT THIS HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD SINCE THE BEGINNING OF DECEMBER AND NOW IT IS DONE !!! FUCK IM SO HAPPY, i HOPEE YALL LIKE IT BECAUSE I WORKED DAY AND NIGHT FOR IT AND KICKED MY OWN ASS EVERYTIME I DID SOMETHING THAT WASNT THIS! @juju-on-that-yeet @spookyscarydarky @chaotic-cri-art @peribloke ENJOY

[foolf0rlove]

What does the D.C stand for in your name?

i think dad said smth about it being the name of one of pops’ old friends once?? but im probably wrong,,

[incorrect-ego-quotes]

Yandereplier, sleepover voice: are you awake?

Bim, sleepover reply voice: yeah.

Googleplier, regretful sleepover voice: you guys, shh!

The Host, confused sleepover voice: what is the meaning of life?

Jim Twins, annoyed sleepover voice: dude shut up.

King Of The Squirrels, sleepover host voice: you guys, be quiet! Dark's gonna hear us.

Bingiplier, tapping on the window: you kids wanna buy some drugs?

[jacksepticeye-simp]

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 @marvinthemagicallymagnificent

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

Pagans

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 (Mainly homophobic and transphobic Christians)

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 (#bubblegumbastard):

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 (#kleptocutie):

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Mayor Damien (#mysteriousmayor):

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Darkiplier (#suitedshadow):

Proposal (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None || SFW || )

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 ||)

Yandereplier (#lovesickloner):

Love at first stab (Yandereplier x Yandere! M! Reader || TWs: Mentions of murder & blood, general yandere stuff || SFW)

King of the squirrels (#rulerofrodents):

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Yancy (#musicaljailbird):

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Annus (#spookyspirit):

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Bingiplier (#sunshinebot):

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The God of Night (#eternaleclipse):

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The Necromancer:

Pyre (The Necromancer x F! Witch! Reader || TWs: Murder, witch trials, burning || SFW || )

Doctor Iplier (#discountdoctor):

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HeeHoo (#feralfucker):

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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

Blankgameplays:

Worthless (Blankgameplays & Unus || TWs: Mentions of anxiety, depression and general bad self talk || SFW || Platonic||)

Unus:

Worthless (Blankgameplays & Unus || TWs: Mentions of anxiety, depression and general bad self talk || SFW || Platonic||)

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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.

[7diffrntflavorsoffucku-also-jim]

The Weekend

so I’ve been lacking motivation to work on the characters on this blog and had the horrible thought of writing angst and somebody(who knows who they are) gave me chaseXyandereplier. I don’t fucking know. just take the angst >:D

there are mentions of blood and child murder and stuff so be warned

It would only be for the weekend he said just the one weekend Yan thought it would be great Chase was so happy He'd had it all planned out every single minuet of it but he stopped greeting Yan in the morning instead facetiming the little bastards he stopped answering Yan's text he stopped being there for them that was only the week before Yan couldn't lose him no one could keep them from their senpai chase would be theirs and only theirs

First the zoo the rhinoceros exhibit the railings were a bit too high It took a push

and they still got the kid out safely ...damn Chase was so scared after that small incident they skipped mcdonalds on the way home which was really a big waste of the cyanide Yan had mixed into the ice cubes now melting in their bag. They were going to put them in the reusable water bottles he would have so kindly presented to the kiddos. It would've been great they were in the house the rest of saturday, playing video games Yes Chase senpai they could watch the little angels They'd be perfectly safe he could trust yan chan any day they'd be fine Yan promised

Chase left happily, on his way to pick up dinner for the little devils Who the fuck even likes store cooked roticery chicken anyways? Not anyone worth sparing that's for sure Yan had to make it look like an accident they couldn't just stab them like they longed to ending them quickly and painfully yan had to think about this carefully very very carefully That's why they had to grab the baseball bat that's why they had to bash their heads in just so, no need to resist when they screamed out in pain, Yan could beat them up as much as they deserved. That's why yan slid the bloodied uniform into the dumpster, and why they had to hit the window in from the outside of the building and that's why, in the last few moments, yan hit themselves in the head with a lamp

A crazed murderer, yes Yan had tried to stop the horrific man as he bashed his way through the window, but the monster had just knocked the poor yandere out Yan was a failed hero They tried to save the children that's right they tried to save them That's why Yan's sitting in this hospital bed for a concussion holding Chase in their arms as he sobbed, Senpai would be theirs and no one could ever change that Not Stacy, who was blowing up his phone with the same droning ringtone not children not anyone and Yan would make sure it stayed that way

Im tired Im gonna sleep because it’s 12:40 at night and I should sleep

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can I have headcanons of yandereplier(if you write for him) falling for his senpai's best friend whose part of the music club, Yan just starts getting to know them and is absolutely charmed by them. Him even catching them writing and singing a song dedicated to their crush, and turns out it's for him.

Yan always thought he found his perfect senpai.

Welp, soon he finds out that he’s wrong when he walks into the music club by mistake, thinking it was the literature club.

Instead of that, he finds you setting up stuff and unpacking your instrument.

He’s instantly smitten as you waved to him and tell him where the club he’s looking for moved to. 

Every damn time he sees you or hears your name mentioned by Senpai, it just makes his knees weak.

But it feels so wrong when he finds out you’re their best friend. Therefore you should be his biggest rival. An obstacle to eliminate.

It makes zero sense. Why didn’t he get these same feelings around his actual senpai anymore???

Apparently he’s fallen out of love with them and fell for you instead, charmed by your music skills and personality. He holds no hatred towards you and would literally die for you.

You’ve truly enamored him and you don’t even realize it.

Or..do you?

One day Yan sneaks into the music club, knowing that you’re typically the last person to pack up.

But he sees you writing alone in there, creating a song sheet, and you occasionally stop to quietly sing the lyrics, making sure the words flowed right and expressed your feelings perfectly.

He listens in, allured by your voice.

He’s an excellent analyst, and is able to discern the meaning of the song within seconds.

It’s a love song and...it’s all about him.

W h a t

Man would’ve collapsed on the spot if he wasn’t spying on you.

For a moment you stop singing and turn around, and Yan immediately ducks behind the corner and has to slap a hand over his mouth to stop himself from screaming.

His new senpai likes him back!!!! He knew it all along!!!

[lowat-golden-tower]

Embracing Darkness

I just wanna take a moment and thank you guys for all the kind words, be they in tags, asks or comments on AO3. You can ask @alcordraws, I was hella nervous about this fic when I started writing it. I wasn’t confident in the writing or characterization at all.

But now those fears are gone and I’ve gotten completely sucked into the thick of it! We’re not getting off this ride just yet, my friends. It’s all downhill from here... buckle up, buttercups. We’re going in.

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Chapter 3: Analyzing

Dark would admit, he'd been a little reckless.

After the first outburst during the meeting, he should have known simply flooding Yandere with his aura would result in uncontrollable chaos. His aura was a powerful, ancient thing. There was a reason it had attached itself to him and never leeched onto another ego. A majority of them wouldn't be able to handle it. Just a smidgen of Dark's influence, and they crumbled.

The more powerful egos, the reality benders like himself, could possibly wrangle the beast. Dark wouldn't know. He'd never give any of them the opportunity to try. The darkness was his to master, his to control, and his to utilize as he saw fit.

Yandere was different.

Dark could feel it. Something about the ego called to his aura. Something dark and demented and utterly twisted. Perhaps it was the part of himself Dark often saw in Yandere. The schemer, the conniver, the manipulator. Determined to accomplish his goals no matter the cost. That kind of hunger was precisely what called the aura to him in the first place.

Yet Dark's resolve remained. His determination and willpower were stronger; his cause greater. He was not afraid of Yandere stealing his aura away. The ego didn't even understand what was happening. He was just another pawn on the chess board before Dark. A pawn which had been elevated to something more valuable.

If Dark could simply harness this potential Yandere had, the possibilities would truly be endless. A puppet with powers similar to his own but trapped firmly beneath his thumb. Someone powerful he could direct without backtalk or questioning. He could still remember that surge of energy that nearly bowled him over during the meeting.

It was... thrilling. Enticing. Dark wanted more of it. He wanted it as his own.

He just had to be a little smarter about it. He'd gotten impatient and excited and paid the consequences. Hopefully, Yandere's nature would incite the same naivety it always did. No more looming or oppressive stunts. Dark was going to pull himself back, draw himself up and wield the persona Mark had laid the groundwork for. Yandere, while complex in personality, was simple in motivation and mind. A few key words and the ego would be putty in his hands.

Thus, throughout the week that followed, Dark put into motion his latest plans. Rather than confronting Yandere while he was alone or sending the full force of his aura crashing over the young ego like some ocean wave, he kept his influence minimal.

In the hallways, Dark would brush past Yandere as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred at all. He'd allow a bit of his energy to seep into Yandere as he passed, but otherwise go about his merry way. Yandere never reacted in an extreme, though Dark noticed the longer he did it, the more tense Yandere seemed to become. By the end of the week, he would twitch the moment Dark entered the vicinity.

That wasn't all, though.

Dark crossed paths with Yandere in the break room several more times. Occasionally by pure accident, but mostly on purpose. He would hunt Yandere down and wiggle a bit of his aura into Yandere's personal space. Only he was aware of it, so even if other egos were  present (which was rare), no one had a clue he was up to anything. If Yandere proceeded to jerk about or breathe heavier or grasp tightly at whatever he was holding, well, it was just Yandere being his usual, unstable self.

It wasn't just the break room. After the first day or two, Dark had taken to hunting Yandere down everywhere. Sometimes, he wouldn't even reveal himself. He would track Yandere to his room, or a lounge, or one of the board rooms. He would follow him outside and to the roof and the basement, lurking in the shadows.

Wherever he went, whenever he found Yandere, he would push forth another sliver of his power. It almost became a sort of game. One Yandere was completely unaware of. The only egos who seemed to notice the shift in Dark's behavior were Wilford, who was always the first to notice if Dark was off; Google, who had eyes everywhere; Host, being Dark's right hand man and wisened by his visions and narrations; and Artie, simply because he was the only other person who willingly interacted with Yandere.

Dark had no idea what the extent of their relationship was. It appeared to be a tumultuous, tremulous thing. A weakly held together friendship supplemented with arts and crafts and gossip and whispers of the influences in their lives: senpai, and Red Man. (Dark was still trying to figure out who the latter was, much to his chagrin.)

However, none of them confronted him about his strange behavior. Either they were too frightened, or they didn't see any harm in it. There were always perks to being subtle; to taking the slow and steady route. It took time, and patience, but Dark was seeing more significant results than mere twitching and muttering by the week's halfway point.

Once, at the beginning of a meeting, Dark had drifted past Yandere as the ego was walking into the room. One little push and he seemed to tip over an edge; far smaller than the first two instances, but still a sign Dark's manipulations were having an effect. Yandere had turned to Artie, who'd been walking beside him, and thrown him into the nearest wall with absolutely no warning at all. He'd screamed, rambling about how Artie "wasn't his senpai," and then ran from the room after bursting into violent tears.

Artie had been alright besides a few bruises. He looked shaken and upset but that was merely a bonus for Dark. He'd ignored the way Host's face followed him through the room for the duration of the meeting and decided he wanted to see if he could make it happen again.

He'd succeeded. The very next day, Dark had found Yandere out in the lot behind the building. He was picking dandelions and humming to himself; the picture of peace and serenity. To any unknowing onlooker, Yandere could have passed for just an innocent schoolgirl- er, boy. It was instances like these Dark admired Yandere's ability to pose as nothing more than an angel. Were it not for Yandere's inability to maintain the charade once he'd snapped, Dark might actually have felt intimidated.

It was more difficult to breeze by Yandere outside, where there was less cover and more light. Thankfully, Yandere was prone to drifting into his own little world. Dark was certain the ego wouldn't have reacted to anything less than a touch.

Dark didn't need to touch Yandere to evoke his influence. In a sudden burst of rage, the young ego had screamed and pulled a knife from some inexplicable pocket within his garments. Like the reality benders, Yandere rarely seemed to follow the laws of physics. The only difference was the fact he couldn't quite manipulate them. With knife in hand but no targets in sight, Yandere had proceeded to slash and stab at the grass beneath his feet.

He'd screamed and snarled and hissed, spitting insults and threats at some invisible enemy while his blade dug into the dirt. Over and over he stabbed at the ground, falling to his knees and spilling tears onto the carnage. Dark watched the entire time, not deigning to leave until Yandere had crumpled into a heaving mess of tears, snot and saliva on the ground.

One of his personal favorite incidents had happened in the break room. Rather than whirl on Dark with murderous intent, Yandere had simply gripped the edge of the table and flipped it with a guttural cry of frustration. Like poking a lion trapped in a cage with a stick until it was driven to the brink of insanity. Dr. Iplier had been present and spilled his coffee all over himself. Bim, too, had very nearly been flattened by the table, as he'd been in the middle of breakfast at the time. Neither ego confronted Yandere about it before he stormed from the room in a rage.

Dark had followed, the barest hint of a smirk on his lips, hands clasped behind his back. Yes, this was the way to go about it. Continue pushing and pushing the other ego until his mind weakened enough to be manipulated. Until his aura could slip in and grasp onto the shell he had created without being sapped away into Yandere's own reserves.

By week's end, Yandere was doing his best to avoid Dark like the plague, but it wasn't so easy. Egos, Inc. belonged to Dark. He knew every nook and cranny of his blood, sweat and tears and there was nowhere Yandere could hide.

Dark would find him. Dark would push him. And soon, Dark would control him.

Paranoia was a dish best served slow.

[orange-waterfalls]

Reader w/ wings headcanons(Markiplier Alter Egos)

ty @fancybootm​ for the request!

A/N: i just did all of them. every-all-everyone. Except Yandereplier, Silver Shepard, Ed Edgar... maybe others I’m not aware of at the moment... I tried to stick with a certain number of egos, but my hands just... they just kept moving. It is 11:00 pm when im writing this ya boy is TIRED. there are 1.6k words. It seems longer than it is bc bullet points. Bear with me. You can find the egos that you want easily. The reader is gender neutral. i am so sorry if this is not what you meant lol. on the bright side this is a good reference for all the egos i am open to writing for(also maybe others idk) so uh im keeping it enjoy. I’ll say... a T rating for cursing and also a bit of violence but literally like 20 words. mentions of injury. that’s it.

Requests are open!

Y/N(reader) with wings hcs

No one knows what the fuck you are, not even you

Ya got wings. That’s it.

Are you an angel? A faery? A phoenix? Who knows

You woke up one day in a forest remembering nothing

But you had wings

And then you got shot with an arrow

You ran away and hid in a cave

Darkiplier spends most of his time around you studying you

To see what you could possibly be

He still doesn’t know

He’s settled for calling you a “cryptid”

He’s slightly annoyed with the feathers you leave around the manor

He won’t tell you bc you can’t control that and it’d be rude

You read together in his study on occasion

You sit on the floor bc your wings get uncomfortable in chairs

In sympathy, he also sits on the floor

You think it’s sweet

You told him so and he sputtered out a “shut up and read your book”

He’s fairly fond of you

You’re good company to keep around

Wilford was the one who found you

He was walking through the forest, as one does, when he saw GIANT feathers

Naturally, he followed them

He found you in a cave with an arrow in your shoulder

He took you back to the manor and patched you up

He begged Dark to keep you there

He promised not to kill anybody for a month

He made it 15 days, which is a record

He’s very protective of you, not letting you out a lot since uh… hunters

You are his Sweet Little Songbird, light of his life, wind in his sails, 

if anything happens to you he will kill everyone in the manor and then himself

He helps you preen a lot

His hands are very gentle, surprisingly 

He spends the most time with you out of everyone

You play games, talk(well, he talks to you), and just hang out

He loves and adores you with his whole heart

Actor tolerates you, or so he says

He’s jealous of your wings

HE’S supposed to be the mysterious, sexy one!

But ok, yeah, you’re pretty interesting

He uses you in short films sometimes bc… well… wings

There are alot of things you can do with wings, surprisingly

He took you out into town one night

He shoved the wings under a thick jacket

You guys bought some clothes and food

He cut holes in the clothes for your wings, grumbling about a “waste of money” and “you never go out anyway” 

but he enjoyed spending a bit of time with you

Wilford nearly killed him(again) when he found out

He likes venting to you bc you just nod without really listening

As I said, you’re good company

Yancy thinks you’re nice

He felt a bit… threatened at first

Ya got WINGS, of course he’s cautious

But they are very pretty

And he likes to use you in choreography

People always comment on how realistic the wings are as Yancy leads you away

You don’t judge him for killing his parents, he likes that about you

You don’t know. You could’ve done something bad. You don’t remember

He likes cuddling bc you wrap your wings around him and he feels safe

He also helps you preen… sometimes… 

He’s… really bad at it...

You like listening to him sing

He sings you lullabies at night

You’re very close

Illinois is very fascinated with you

He’s convinced you’re a fairy

He’s seen quite a few of those

You tell him you don’t know, and he goes “a LiKeLy StOrY”

He likes drawing you

You’re very angelic

“Oh, maybe an angel then…” He says, like an idiot

He takes you with him on a few adventures to fly him over pits and stuff

He’d never admit it but he has a… THING about heights

It’s called a phobia, you egotistic maniac

You try to help him with it

You never get that far off the ground before he’s screaming to be put down

He appreciates the effort

He gives you things he finds on adventures that are pretty or remind him of you

He infodumps to you about curses, and archaeology, and adventuring, etc.

Magnum is uh… well, he’s Magnum

He figures you’d be useful out at sea

You can find nearby land, ships, or treasure by flying, of course

He didn’t take into account the fact that you don’t really… fly that often.

So it turned into you just stretching your wings instead of looking for loot

Once you fell overboard

Everyone was like “eh, they can fly, it’s fine”

Then they realized that you probably can’t since your wings might be wet

Magnum LEAPED into the fuckin water and THREW you back on

He doesn’t take you on the sea as much anymore

sometimes you talk about life, treasure, love, y'know the usual

He’s very Father Figure-ly

Bim isn’t sure how to feel about you

You are a person. With wings. What’s he supposed to do about that

He’s friends with Wil, so has to tolerate you at least.

He tries to make conversation, but it doesn’t always go as well as it could

You don’t have much to talk about, and some of his topics worry you

Mostly you two just kinda… exist in the same general area

Sometimes he’ll discuss what he should do on his show

You don’t have many ideas

But you’ve gotten an idea of what it is, and sometimes give a suggestion or two

He appreciates you for that

He tried to get you on the show once but Wilford refused

You kinda wanted to, but whatever

You’ll hang out sometimes too

He’s very entertaining, he has to be

Eric is kind of scared

Not that you’ll hurt him, that he’ll hurt you

That happens a lot to people he likes…

He eventually starts hanging out around you

You don’t ask bad questions, and you distract him from his dad

He talks about animals with you a lot, and how he wanted a farm

You bought a cowboy hat and gave it to him and he cried

You also gave him a stuffed cow one day

He hugged you for a long time

You two cuddle a lot bc the boy needs SAFETY and SECURITY

You wuv each other(platonically or otherwise)

Dr. Iplier doesn’t bother you, mostly

He appreciates that you keep to yourself

He has his work, that’s what he’s focused on

Sometimes he’ll see you when you try to find Wilford or get some food

He tries to get a good look at you without looking suspicious

It doesn’t work, he always falls over

He once gave you a “physical”

It was mostly to just figure out what you were

You seemed mostly human based on the results

But goddammit you had WINGS

They had their own function but were sort of like an add-on to your body

He was slightly disappointed you weren’t gonna… turn into a whole bird

You tolerate each other

Google fuckin’ hates you

He’s completely perplexed by you

Which he is never because he is the most intelligent being on the planet

So he assumed he could figure out what you were

Turns out google fucking sucks at figuring out things people don’t already know

So he hates you. Like a lot

He’s tried to kill you multiple times

But his objective is to destroy MANKIND

You are not included in that

BECAUSE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE!!!

Also Wilford almost killed him for it

So yeah he just kinda hates you

You’ve tried to get along with him but he just wouldn’t

He finally talked to you when Bing called him a little bitch

Still hates you, but can tolerate your existence now

Bing fuckin’ adores you

You are just wonderful to him

You can FLY??!! You have WINGS???!!!!!

You don’t really care that he is an artificial BEING????!!!!!!!!

You’re perfect

He does Sick Tricks™ to try to impress you

They never do

You appreciate the effort

You don’t see him a lot, but when you to it’s very entertaining

He taught you how to skateboard

You kinda sucked but he’s very supportive

He likes just hanging around you

It’s the only time he ever chills the fuck out

Everyone’s thankful to you for that

Your entire dynamic is “what if... i put... my minecraft bed... next to yours? haha just kidding... unless?”

The Host doesn’t really care about the wings??

I mean, he can’t see them, so… what’s the big deal

You appreciate that

He still does the uh… narration thing… with real people…

The stories end better now

You convinced him to make the stories end better

You sat with him to make SURE the stories end better

He also started writing novels recently

You help with plot and character development

He appreciates that

The Jims… don’t really care about you

I mean you’re interesting, of course

But they physically Cannot get a clear picture of you

Even if you agree to sit still, it just doesn’t happen

It is always, ALWAYS blurry

They eventually give up and leave you alone

They do spend a bit of time with you

You help them with demon episodes sometimes

You don’t do much, but they like the emotional support

King of the Squirrels is… well, he’s him

He doesn’t… he doesn’t do much

He hangs out with his squirrels. That’s pretty much it.

You just started hanging out with him one day

He didn’t mind

You two feed the squirrels while sitting by a tree

He lets you wear his crown sometimes

He draws his squirrels, and lets you see the pictures

He teaches you how to draw them

You two don’t talk, really

You just sit. And hang out.

He doesn’t really smile, but you can tell when he’s happy with you

[sandstone72]

So I guess i can mention this now that the tour is over, but I was watching videos of the tour on Youtube (because I couldn’t go) and I noticed this in the opening animation. GrittySugar is such a tease! When I noticed the shirts in the background, I couldn’t help but show it to you guys! It seems like Mark was aware of the theories of egos showing up during the tour and decided to tease us with the intro and the fact he added a horror route to the show. Great animation by the way GrittySugar!

these are the videos I watched if you want to go see it for yourself!

Intro: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UARjOoufiOc

Video I saw that told me about the horror route (Rip headphone users): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doSb8s5etm8

[juju-on-that-yeet]

Unravel, Chapter 6/20

Work Summary: Antisepticeye has a plan to destroy Darkiplier, steal his power, and take over everything - and he might just succeed. What starts with Yandereplier going missing evolves into a messy web of betrayal and grief, of blood and tears, of old wounds and new faces. However this ends, Ego Inc. will never be the same again. Chapter Summary: Dr. Iplier finds himself somewhere new, facing Yandere’s kidnapper. The truth comes out and the situation escalates in one horrifying swoop. Warnings: Mind control, violence, blood, death threats, non-con touching, brief suicide mention 

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Enjoy!

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“Hey, wake up already, I only gave you a little bit.”

Dr. Iplier groans. He wakes slowly, confused. It takes him a long moment to remember what happened. But it comes to him moment by moment, the strange feeling, the cabinet closing, the empty box, the static, the syringe, the static –

Dr. Iplier gasps awake, jolting into full awareness. He’s sitting in a chair, his arms and legs tied down. He’s somewhere he’s never seen before, somewhere cold and dirty, somewhere with wood floors and wood walls. The person standing in front of him grins, Cheshire-like and sharp.

“There you are! I only needed you out for a minute, it’s been nearly ten.”

Dr. Iplier pales.

“Anti!?”

“Who else?”

Anti stands before Dr. Iplier in his classic black t-shirt and dark, forest-green hair to complement his green-tinged skin. His ears are gauged, his throat is slit and bleeding slightly. His eyes, one bright blue and one glowing green, are glinting with barely-restrained glee.

“Where am I?” Dr. Iplier gasps, trying not to sound afraid. “This isn’t your hideout!”

“No, it’s not,” Anti says, “Or at least, it’s not my main one. I knew you guys would come looking for me, so I figured I needed another place to hide my secrets.” Anti laughs at Dr. Iplier’s bewildered expression. “I’ll admit though, I’ve had this place on reserve for a while, off the grid. Not completely, though. I mean, hello!” He points to himself and glitches, pixels scattering and reforming. “But as much as it could be. We’re out in, oh, what are the words, a little wood cabin in the middle of nowhere?”

“You mean…?”

“Oh no, not the cabin, who knows where that thing is. But it’s fitting, isn’t it? It’s a handy place to have, for sure, especially after your esteemed leaders tore my main hideout apart.” Anti pauses, leaning closer to Dr. Iplier. “You’re looking for someone, aren’t you?”

“If you remember their visit,” Dr. Iplier mutters, “You know damn well who we’re looking for.”

“Ohhh, someone’s grumpy!” Anti laughs, as though he’s looking at a hissing kitten. “You won’t be talking so tough in a minute. I have something to show you. You’re only the second Iplier to see this place.”

Dr. Iplier’s heart simultaneously sinks and soars. He knows what Anti means even before he glitches away for a moment and returns with another person.

It’s Yandere. It’s Dr. Iplier’s son, his boy, his baby, the one he’s been missing, the one he’s been lonely for, the one he’s been afraid of losing forever, standing before him in the flesh, whole, alive…but wrong.

It’s mostly his eyes. There’s no whites, no pupils, no chocolate brown, only static, black and white and lifeless. He faces Dr. Iplier, but he stares through him, seeing nothing. His entire face is slack, mouth open. His hair is dirty, greasy, his normally-bright ruby bangs are now dull and dusty red. His cheek is bruised, as are places on his arms and legs. He’s peppered with cuts, his neck is mottled purple and red, his nails are chipped and dirty. He’s too thin. His breathing is wheezy. He stands limply, like the slightest tap might knock him down, yet his posture is mostly straight, like a doll meticulously positioned.

Or a puppet.

“Yan,” Dr. Iplier gasps, staring at his child with undisguised horror.

“Don’t bother trying to talk to him,” Anti says casually, “He doesn’t care about what anyone has to say but me. He won’t remember this later, anyway.” He points to Yandere’s buzzing, static eyes. “He can barely string together a coherent thought with all the static floating around in his brain right now. So we can talk about anything, no need to worry about what Yan’ll remember.”

“How did you do this?” Dr. Iplier asks, quiet with shock. “There’s measures in place to keep you out…”

“Yeah, but I’ll tell you a secret.” Anti leans in towards Dr. Iplier again. “They don’t completely work. I couldn’t manifest all the way; otherwise I would’ve kidnapped him sooner. But I could sneak my static into the things he listened to, I could put glitches in the things he watched.” Anti grins, voice darkening. “I could put little messages into his head about how nice the static is, how pretty it is, how fun it is to listen to it. How fun it is to obey it. To submit. It took some patience, but eventually he was putty in my hands, and none of you suspected a thing.”

“So the storm, the blackout…”

“Actually, that’s the one thing I can’t take credit for.” Anti shrugs. “I still needed a way to manifest in the building, and the storm was my chance. I may have lent some power to the lightning bolt that hit the building, though. And when I left, I made sure to leave a little path through the coding so I could come back after the Googles fixed everything again. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be having our lovely chat.”

“You mean you wouldn’t be having your monologue,” Dr. Iplier snaps.

Anti grins again, but there’s something different about it. Before Dr. Iplier can figure out what, Anti raises a hand and strikes Yandere across the face, his nails splitting open Yandere’s cheek.

“Yan!!” Dr. Iplier cries, lurching forward against his bonds.

“I’m in control here,” Anti says, eyes glittering with rage, mouth still grinning. “Yandere is my puppet. You are my prisoner. He already knows his place, and you had better learn yours. I’d hate to have to skin him alive right here in front of you, but I will if you make me.” He glitches a knife into his hand, holds it under Yandere’s chin. “Are you going to make me?”

“No, no, please,” Dr. Iplier begs. A tear runs down his cheek.

“Good. Glad we’re on the same page.”

Yandere, for his part, doesn’t even react to the slap. It snaps his head to the side, and he merely slowly turns his head back to face Dr. Iplier again. There’s three lines in his cheek from Anti’s nails, dripping blood down his face.

“Maybe you should’ve listened to Wilford after all,” Anti says with a shrug. “Not that he had any real reason to keep suspecting me; he had no evidence but a hunch and his own paranoia. But you know what they say about broken clocks.” He pauses. “Come to think of it, Jackieboy mentioned how quiet I’ve been lately. I guess you guys had plenty of hints, you just ignored them.”

“How…how do you know about all that?” Dr. Iplier asks, tears still falling from earlier.

“C’mon Doc, don’t you remember my PAX video?” Anti laughs. His hair fades into yellow-green, his eyes turn black. “I’m always there, always watching. I know everything.” He laughs again at Dr. Iplier’s shocked expression as his hair and eyes return to normal. “Hey, hey, I wanna show you something cool.”

“Wh…What?” Dr. Iplier asks, feeling as though he has no other choice.

“Watch this.”

Anti steps closer to Yandere, getting into his personal space. Yandere doesn’t react, doesn’t move away.

“Yandere.”

Yandere turns his head and looks at Anti, still expressionless.

“Who’s your senpai?” Anti grins, draping an arm around Yandere’s shoulder.

“You,” Yandere answers without hesitation, voice monotone.

It’s so unlike Yandere, so unlike his normal emotional self, so unlike his normal personality, that Dr. Iplier sobs.

“Try again,” Anti says, prodding Yandere’s bleeding cheek with one finger. “Say my name this time.”

“You are my senpai, Anti-sama,” Yandere says, still dull and lifeless.

“Did you hear that??” Anti cackles, dropping his head into Yandere’s shoulder to laugh. “He used “-sama”!” He grins at Dr. Iplier, all teeth. “I’m his god now.” He looks back to Yandere with a smile that’s almost gentle. “You’ve really taken well to your conditioning. Good boy, Yandere.” He ruffles Yandere’s hair, raking through the greasy strands with his long nails, and while Yandere’s expression doesn’t change, his posture perks up, like some part of him enjoys the praise.

Dr. Iplier just feels sick, seeing Anti pet Yandere’s hair like he used to.

“Don’t touch him,” he gasps.

“Why not?” Anti asks, leaning in close to Yandere, nose to nose. “He doesn’t mind, see?” He takes Yandere’s chin, turns his face forward again, and licks a line up Yandere’s cheek, tongue running a long stripe through the drying blood there.

“Get away from him!!” Dr. Iplier screams, fighting against his restraints, tears pouring down his face in earnest. “Let go of him, don’t touch my son!!”

“He’s not your anything, not anymore,” Anti says, straightening but keeping his hands on Yandere’s shoulders. “All he knows now is me. All he cares about is me. If I told him to kill himself for me he’d do it. Wanna see?”

“No, no, no,” Dr. Iplier moans, sagging in his bonds, exhausted and shattered.

“Good.” One of Anti’s clawed fingers runs up Yandere’s neck, stroking over his jugular. “I’m not ready to give up this puppet yet.”

“What do you want with him?” Dr. Iplier asks, weeping. “What do you want from me?”

“Ohhh, what do you want from me??” Anti mocks, hair morphing into a natural dark brown and green eye glowing like a star. “Let me tell you, Doc.” His appearance changes back to normal as he looks down at Dr. Iplier. “I have a plan. And it all started with Yandere here.” He pauses. “Well, actually, it started with this.” He digs in the pocket of his jeans for something, and pulls out a small, skinny, cylindrical vial of purple liquid.

“What is that?” Dr. Iplier asks, mystified as to how this relates.

“This,” Anti says, holding the vial up to the light, “Is a potion that Marvin made. He doesn’t know I have it; I doubt he even knows it’s missing. He has this thing where he likes to make potions he has no intention of using to boost his skills, and then he hoards them all in case they end up being useful someday.” He shakes the vial lightly, and as it sloshes, red and blue peek through the ripples. “He changes their hiding place every week so I don’t find them, but I always do. I’ve been waiting for him to make me something useful, and he finally did.” Anti peers at Dr. Iplier, flashing another shark-toothed grin. “What do you think it does?”

“I…” Dr. Iplier starts, “How would I know?”

Anti lets out a barking laugh.

“Good point,” he admits. “This potion is designed to split beings up into their base essences.” He speaks slowly, thoughtfully. “It’d probably make a normal human explode. But if Marvin took it, he’d probably just lose his magic. If I took it, it might pull away my glitches. Oh, I know!” He snaps his fingers with his other hand. “It’s like Bim’s power, how he can pull things apart. But this is much more concentrated, much faster, much stronger. But it’s also one-use only. You’d have to take the whole vial for this to work. And I have a particular victim in mind.”

“Who?” Dr. Iplier asks, dread creeping down his back. A potion like that could cause untold damage to any of the egos.

Anti grins.

“Dark,” he says, like it’s a logical conclusion. “If Dark takes this, I bet it’ll split him apart from his aura, and then it’ll be mine for the taking.” His eyes glint as Dr. Iplier’s widen. “I’ll be the most powerful figment on the planet. I’ll be unstoppable. And you,” He points at Dr. Iplier. “Are going to help me make it happen.”

“What!? No way!!” Dr. Iplier cries. “Why me, anyway? And why take Yandere?? Why not do this yourself!?”

“Are you kidding?” Anti scoffs, “I’m not stupid. There’s no way I could sneak this potion into Dark myself. He’d catch me in an instant, and then it’d be game over. There’s no way I could puppet Wilford, either; if I could, I’d just do that instead of bother with all this.” He puts an arm around Yandere again as he continues. “Really, you were always the best candidate to enact this plan, Doc. No one would ever suspect you, and you’d have ample opportunity. I would’ve just puppeted you, but you’re too close to The Host.” He snarls in annoyance, grip tightening on Yandere’s shoulder. “For a blind guy, he sees fucking everything. So trying to get you directly was too risky. I needed a different way in. I needed leverage.” He looks at Yandere, still impassive and blank, and grins. “I needed Yandere. I knew that so long as I took care not to condition him with someone else in the room, I could make him a puppet right under everyone’s nose. I thought about just making him give Dark the potion, but he’s so fucking in love with him.” Anti grimaces in disgust and grabs Yandere’s face in one hand, squeezing his cheeks. “If he were just a human I could force him anyway, but he’s a figment, and his whole stupid existence is about being in love with Dark.” He releases Yandere’s cheeks to grab his hair instead. “I didn’t want to risk him shaking off my suggestion in the middle of it. So instead, he’s my leverage. After all…” He looks back to Dr. Iplier. “You’re still the best person to get this potion into Dark. All you need is a push.” He pulls Yandere’s hair, so hard that Yandere is lifted up to stand on his toes. He doesn’t even flinch, but Dr. Iplier does.

“So, what,” Dr. Iplier gasps, mind reeling, “You kidnap and threaten Yandere to make me do your bidding? Is that it?” He glares at Anti. “If you got Dark’s aura you’d kill us all. I can’t let that happen.”

“That’s just the thing, isn’t it?” Anti cackles, “You’re between a rock and a hard place. If you refuse my plan outright, well, I’ll probably just keep you here. See if I can make you a puppet without Host breathing down your neck. They might figure it out when I send you back, but I could always just possess you and pretend to be you.” He taps his chin thoughtfully. “Then I could get Dark, and keep Yandere for a while…but ugh, you might push me out. No, this is the best way.” He finally releases Yandere’s hair, and Dr. Iplier watches a few tufts float to the ground, pulled out by Anti’s forceful grip. Yandere falls back on his heels, almost stumbles, but rights himself back to his original posture. Anti cups Yandere’s chin, turns his face to look into his static-filled eyes. “I might just kill Yandere if you refuse.” He grabs Yandere’s waist with his other hand, pulls him so he’s flush against Anti, chest to chest.

“He’d…” Dr. Iplier forces himself to stay calm, keep down his revulsion. “He’d come back. And in the meantime, we’d find this place, Dark and Wilford will rip you apart, and Yandere will wake up safe at Ego Inc.”

“He might come back,” Anti agrees, hand on Yandere’s chin creeping around to the back of his neck. “He might not, though. And if he did, do you think you’d have enough time to find him? You don’t know where this place is. You can’t even be sure what country this is.” His hand on Yandere’s waist travels, pulling up Yandere’s shirt, nails digging into his back, leaving red lines as they go. “I wonder how many times I’ll have to kill him before it sticks. Probably not many; he’s not as popular as the others. But how will I do it? I could skin him like I threatened to do earlier. I could slit his throat, make us twins. I could strangle him. I could rip out his spine, or his lungs, or his heart. I could make him commit seppuku or eat poison. I could tie him up, release him from my control, and let him be fully aware while I torture him, make him beg me to kill him with his own free will.” Anti grins, leaning his head onto Yandere’s shoulder, into his neck, fangs against Yandere’s skin when he speaks again. “Maybe I could tear out his throat with my teeth, right here, right in front of you.” He breathes in through his nose, ruffling Yandere’s hair, and growls. “I bet his blood is so nice, so warm. I bet it tastes incredible.”

“Stop, stop, stop,” Dr. Iplier moans, mindless in terror and grief as he watches Anti put his hands on his son, sickeningly intimate. “Don’t hurt him, please don’t hurt him.”

“Does that mean you’ll cooperate?” Anti asks, not pulling away.

Dr. Iplier whimpers, too in shock to sob. He knows helping Anti will lead to ruin. With Dark’s aura, Anti truly would be unstoppable. He’d be at least a match for Wilford, and he’d be able to mow down anyone else in his way. He could capture so many as puppets. The harm he could do is, truly, limitless. He might even go after humans, too, might try to take over anything. With Dark’s aura adding to his power, it might even be possible.

But…there’s still Yandere. There’s still his baby, there’s still his little one. Dr. Iplier could protect Yandere, he and the others could keep him safe, held away from Anti’s destruction. They can reinforce Ego Inc., rebuild the codes to keep Anti out, fight back, resist. They could find a way to destroy him. They could find a way to defeat him.

Dr. Iplier looks up, above Yandere’s head, to look at the timer there, the timer that everyone has, the timer that says how long someone has to live. He’s been avoiding looking at it this whole time, afraid of what he’ll see. But he needs to know. He can’t make a decision without seeing it. Yandere’s time is written in light blue numbers, which is promising; blue means the number can change, it can go lower but it can also go higher. The number is fluctuating up and down rapidly, no, not just fluctuating, glitching. The numbers scramble and fuzz up, rippling and crackling like a malfunctioning digital clock. Dr. Iplier’s jaw drops. He’s never seen someone’s time behave like this.

It’s stark, undeniable proof that Yandere’s life is completely in Anti’s hands. Whether he lives longer or dies sooner depends on Anti.

And what Anti does depends on Dr. Iplier.

Dr. Iplier cannot do it. He cannot kill his child, not even for the greater good.

He lets his head drop, ashamed.

“What exactly do you want me to do?” he asks Anti, quiet and broken.

He doesn’t see Anti’s grin, but he can imagine it, all pointy teeth and eyes that glint with triumph.

“Look at me,” Anti says, “And pay attention.”

Dr. Iplier lifts his head. Anti finally, finally lets go of Yandere, allowing him to return to his original position, staring emptily at Dr. Iplier.

“I’m going to send you back with the potion,” Anti begins. “You’re not to tell anyone about this conversation. You won’t tell anyone that you saw me, or saw Yandere, or anything else about what happened between us today. You won’t tell them to confront me again, or consider me as a suspect, or anything. If you do, consider our arrangement broken, because I’ll be murdering Yandere the second you let anything slip.” He smirks. “You can’t tell the Googles to revisit the coding keeping me out, either. That counts. You’ll carry that potion, keep quiet, and wait for a good time to use it on Dark. Inject him with it or make him drink it, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“It might take a while,” Dr. Iplier mumbles.

“I know that,” Anti says, “I’m prepared to wait as long as it takes. But when the opportunity comes, you better take it. If you hesitate or change your mind, I’ll kill Yandere. But first I’ll sneak back into Ego Inc., take the potion from you, and give it to Dark myself.”

“How do you expect me to hide from The Host?” Dr. Iplier asks, “You said yourself that he knows everything.”

“What did he say before?” Anti asks in return, “Something about not knowing the past?” He grins at Dr. Iplier’s expression. “Told ya, Doc, always watching. Anyway, if you play it cool, he won’t suspect a thing. Once you give Dark the potion, I’ll drop by to snag his aura and return Yandere.”

“Return him unharmed,” Dr. Iplier growls. Anti laughs.

“It’s a bit late for that,” he chuckles, stroking Yandere’s scratched cheek. “But he’ll be free from my control, alive, and in one piece. That much I can promise.” He appears a knife into his hand, approaches Dr. Iplier, and cuts one of his hands free before holding out his own. “Is that a deal?”

Dr. Iplier chews his lip. He doesn’t want to do this. But he doesn’t want to lose Yandere. At the very least, he can agree for now, and figure out a plan later.

“Fine,” he sighs, thoroughly exhausted. He shakes Anti’s hand.

“Excellent.” Anti takes the potion back out of his pocket and gives it to Dr. Iplier.

The vial of purple liquid is surprisingly warm. Dr. Iplier slips it into the pocket of his lab coat. It feels like a hot stone, weighing him down. Anti cuts him completely free, allowing Dr. Iplier to stand. He rubs his wrists, chafed from the rope.

“Alright then,” Anti says, preparing to glitch them back to the clinic.

“Wait!” Dr. Iplier exclaims. “Can I…” He swallows. “Can I say goodbye to Yandere first?” Anti rolls his eyes.

“He doesn’t know you anymore, remember?” Anti asks, condescending. “And he’s not going to remember it once I pull the static out of his brain.”

“I know, I know, just, please,” Dr. Iplier begs, “Just for a minute. I’ve missed him so much.”

“Fine,” Anti sighs, like it’s a huge inconvenience. “Make it quick.” He steps out of the way, leaving nothing between Dr. Iplier and Yandere.

Nothing between Dr. Iplier and his boy, the person he’s spent two weeks missing, two weeks waiting for, two weeks fearing he’d never see again.

He rushes to him, hugs him tight, starts stroking his greasy, limp hair. Tears prick his eyes as he holds Yandere close, and Yandere doesn’t react. He doesn’t push away, he doesn’t hug back, he doesn’t make a sound. He doesn’t relax with relief or flinch with fear. Still, it brings strength to Dr. Iplier’s heart to have his son in his arms again, even if for a moment, even if Yandere won’t remember or care.

“I love you,” he whispers, kissing Yandere’s forehead, over and over. “I love you, I love you so much. I’m going to fix this. I’m going to make this right. I promise I’ll protect you no matter what.” He cups Yandere’s cheeks, mindful of the bruise on one cheek and the scratches on the other. “I’ll get you home again. Just hang in there, baby. It’ll be okay.”

He searches Yandere’s face for a reaction, for a twitch, for any indication of recognition or acknowledgement. There’s none. Yandere’s expression is blank, his eyes are still only static. Tears start to run down Dr. Iplier’s cheeks. He kisses Yandere’s forehead one last time before letting him go.

“I’m ready,” Dr. Iplier whispers through his tears.

“Quit crying,” Anti mutters, disgusted.

Dr. Iplier wipes his eyes with one arm as Anti grabs his other.

Then with a zap, they’re in cyberspace.

Dr. Iplier gasps, looking around himself to see code and binary surrounding him. Anti is electric beside him, zooming through the code, pulling Dr. Iplier with him. They hop from wifi network to hotspot, keeping up with the endless stream, until, suddenly, another zap sounds and Dr. Iplier is standing in his clinic again.

Anti is gone, but the potion remains in Dr. Iplier’s coat pocket.

He collapses into a nearby chair and sobs, and sobs, and sobs.

When The Host comes in that evening for blood transfusions and new bandages, Dr. Iplier is numb enough to act like nothing is amiss, and fixes Host like normal.

“Normal,” he thinks to himself as he helps Host, “Nothing will ever be normal again.”

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Hospital AU I came up with a while ago

So Dr Iplier and Dr Schneep are both doctors (duh) at the same hospital and all of the other egos are patients who are always in the hospital

Dark gets chronic pain and Wilford is an overconcerned husband who is prone to taking him to the hospital at every little ache

Wilford is one of five members of the hospital’s Dumbass Five, who have been in for everything and anything

Just for example though, Wilford’s last trip in an ambulance involved a candy store, Dark’s vintage convertible (which is now totally trashed), six bottles of white wine, and a broken arm and concussion

Yandereplier is Wil and Dark’s kid who is both always in for their dad and seeking information about options for medications and surgery for trans kids. Iplier has a habit of tutoring them in chemistry when they do homework in the waiting room

King is the local hippie who has to come in for a rabies check every five seconds cause GODDAMNIT KING NOT EVERY WILD RODENT WANTS TO BE YOUR FRIEND *insert various cursing*

Bim is always finding an excuse to be in the hospital, which is due to a combination of him being overdramatic about every injury, his boyfriend getting him constantly attacked by animals, his best friend’s habit of doing death defying magic tricks, and his strange obsession with organs and blood

Eric is a high school kid who is always in and out from suspicious injuries that can never be directly linked to his dad but judging by the way Dr Iplier always stands between Eric and his dad, the staff seems to have a theory

Ed is Eric’s neighbour who is pretty much acting as his guardian along with Bim, Eric’s dad’s ex-boss, but on Eric’s first trip to the hospital Ed shook hands with Dr Iplier and went into anaphylactic shock. Now he’s in almost as much as Eric because this idiot refuses to carry around medication for his deathly allergy to latex

Bing is the second member of the infamous Dumbass Five who most recently drowned and got electrocuted when he tried to jump a pool with a skateboard while carrying a boom box

The Googles are all brothers who have the shittiest luck on planet earth cause 3/4 of them have a chronic illness of some sort

Oliver has severe asthma

Green is very very diabetic

Red has epilepsy

And Blue is the stressed out older brother just trying to keep his family together (on the plus side, he met a really cute idiot named Bing in the waiting room during Red’s last trip and got his number)

Host is both constantly visiting his husband and constantly suffering from ignoring his hemophilia. He basically has a bed in the ICU reserved for him

Silver “accidentally” took too many antidepressants after his best friend died of suicide. Too many late shifts seeing this guy sobbing from nightmares in the psych ward lead to Dr Iplier offered him a volunteer position dressing as a superhero to cheer up sick kids. His depression seems to have gotten much better since then

The Jims are three and four of the Dumbass Five. It’s not their fault they got so scared after using their ouija board on a haunted bridge that they accidentally ran off of it. Really.

Reynolds/Randall has been in a record number of construction accidents. But what he’s more famous for in the hospital is the time that Eric came in with a broken nose, followed by Derrick coming in with numerous injuries, and finally Reynolds coming in with a broken knuckle and a smile on his face

Anti is immunocompromised, meaning every little cough and sneeze can get him sick as all hell. He’s made it his life mission to annoy the hell out of Schneep whenever he’s in, cause if he’s gonna be miserable in a hospital, then he’s gonna make sure everyone you else is too

Chase is always in and out of the hospital’s stay in wing for addicts. Schneep has a soft for him and tends to sneak candy in for Chase’s kids whenever they visit. Chase is super close to making him the kids’ godfather

Did I mention death defying magic tricks? Marvin has been hung, burned, drowned, stabbed, sawed in half, suffocated, and everything in between. All in the name of “the show must go on”

Jackie rounds out the last of the Dumbass Five. His feats are slightly more noble then the others. Still, if he ends up with internal bleeding because he ran into a collapsing house to save a dog one more time, Schneep is gonna have an aneurysm

JJ went through... something. He has severe vocal damage and scars along his neck. He’s also always visiting Scneep and the other chronic patients with gifts. Only Schneep knows for a fact what happened to him but he always gets really sad when it’s brought up

Finally there’s Robbie, Anti’s kid brother who has the same disease as him. Basically the entire nursing staff has decided to adopt him at this point and Schneep is inclined to agree

(This AU includes some headcanons and ships I got from @doctordiscord123 and her ego manor/Dad AU. Definitely go check her out if anything here intrigues you, she’s amazing)