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Now and Then Ch.2

Here is the long awaited chapter to my take on WKM 🤗 It’s been too long and I do plan on still writing for this series (and others that came after WKM like Heist and Space)

I will have my requests closed atm as I still have things to work out but you will see me here and there.

I hope you all enjoy🧡

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Read Chapter 1 here

TRIGGER WARNING: I do have a part in here that involves a p***ck at***k. You can always scroll pass where it says “the fear” and start again the paragraph after the one that follows. 

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You needed to get home. You need to get home as fast as you can. This is getting too extreme. What the actual HELL was that?! And how did they know your name? Well, you were just dreaming; of course people in your dreams can know your name. The library is dead quiet. The lights seem slightly dimmer. Is everyone gone? You quickly looked around the library to see if anyone noticed what had just happened. Thankfully no one did. You gather your things and nearly sprint towards the exit. As you head outside, the storm seems to have subsided for now and you make your way to the bus stop. The entire way there you think about anything and everything different to get your mind off your “almost living nightmare”. The bitter breeze nips at your face, making you scrunch it tight. The flickering light poles are the only thing guiding you to your bus stop. You were about to turn the corner to take a seat but you slam into something pretty hard. Losing your balance, you start to tip over but you feel a strong hand grab at your forearm.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”, the male exclaimed. It took you a moment to gather yourself before properly looking at him. The second you do, it took you by surprise by how attractive he actually is. He has a pretty tall and toned physique from what you can see. Nothing dramatic but you can tell he’s an athlete. He wears a black and white jacket with a matching black beanie and blue jeans. His chestnut colored curly locks peek out of the beanie in front of his fair skinned face. His eyes focused on you are soft despite his worried expression. They’re a warm hazel color that fit his features quite well.

You respond with a sigh, “No, no, that was my fault. I should have been more careful.” He looked at your face for a good few seconds. Does he sense something wrong?

He asks, “Are you sure? Because you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” Oh, if he only knew.. The inner torment you’ve been going through for months now. Countless sleepless nights on top of work and school. It doesn’t even scratch the surface…. He takes your silence as a sign to not go further on the subject. The man sighs as he takes a seat, “Well, the next bus won’t be here for a while.” You hesitantly take yours next to him. “Name’s Benjamin. What’s yours?”.

“Y/N. It’s Y/N.”,you shyly replied. You were running out of things to talk about without seeming too stressed from what just happened. Luckily, your route so happens to come up to the stop, giving you an utter rush of relief. The old, wet, squeaky doors open in front of you and you rise from the bench. You turned to Benjamin and gave him a small farewell smile.

He smiles back and waves, “Nice meeting you, Y/N. Have a good one.” You go on to enter your bus and sit in the very back where nobody else was. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but it’s almost as if you feel like you’ve met him before? Or maybe even just seen him in public? No… that's not it. Oh well. You don't have the mental capacity to be thinking about this. So you reach into your bag and pull out your earbuds to drown out the world for right now.

The rest of the way home was a blur. You don't even remember walking into your apartment. Almost like a trance.. It wasn't until you slammed the front door that took you out of your thoughts.

Darkness….

That was all what accompanied you; and you were fine with that. Accepting being alone was nothing new. Granted, it made life difficult sometimes. But ever since these… dreams… nightmares… visions… whatever they are; you want nothing more than to just be LEFT ALONE. You drop your belongings on the couch closest to you and head towards your room. The dark and dreary hallway is engulfed by the pitch black shadow of night. You drag your feet against the carpet; you’re exhausted. Hell, that’s not even the start of it. At this point, it’s the vein of your existence. You enter your room and it’s still slightly dirty from this morning because you were almost late to the bus. You plop yourself down to your bed facing the ceiling. This… all of this… it's too much. The dreams. The stress. The fear..

Is it really getting to your head? At this point, who really knows. And if you talk about it, who's gonna believe you? Your friends? Family?? Nobody can help you. The more you think about it, the more you feel like the world is suffocating you. Your chest is pounding with your heartbeat. You try to calm yourself down by slowly closing your eyes and breathing in through your nose and out from your mouth. You do this enough so you feel comfortable to open your eyes again. A tear escapes from your eye and trickles down the right side of your head. The second you noticed, it was all over. There was no stopping it, at least for a while. You turned to your side as you quietly sobbed the night away and eventually fell into slumber.

Some hours passed and you awakened with a headache. Finally getting up from your bed, your feet padded across the floor and you get to the kitchen. You reach your arms out slightly to find the lightswitch and your eyes scrunch up when it turns on. Crying a lot really gets you dehydrated so you grab a glass of water from the sink. There is a window above the sink and you gaze at the night sky. It looks… peaceful. Everything seems like it’s in a standstill and you wish with all your heart you could be a part of that. Just for once to be in peace. You take a moment to try to gather your thoughts. Nowadays with this hellish nightmare, what’s there to think about anymore? And who’s gonna care? You sigh and take a sip. As you lower the glass from your lips, you fixate on the leaky faucet. “Is this my life now?”, you asked yourself. The light starts to flicker for a moment and goes out. A heavy sigh escapes your lips, “Ugh, why now?”. You turned to find the lightswitch again and attempted to turn them back on but to no avail. "Stupid wires… even more stupid apatment…”.

You lower your hand from the switch and suddenly feel the air thicken. Your body is gradually getting the pins and needles all over. This makes you shiver to your core. You want to move. You want to retreat back to your room but you can't. You can't move an inch. It's almost as if there's something keeping you in that spot. A faint ringing resonates in your eardrums. They're getting louder. Louder. LOUDER. You harshly wince at the volume. The pain is getting too much and you try to cover your ears. Your face is scrunched up so hard, it might even get stuck. The noise is persistent and there's no stopping it. With all your might, you attempt to combat the noise with your own. You scream, "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO MEEEE!?".

And just like that, it stopped. Still holding your head in your hands, you try to breathe. The air grows cold, you can see it in your breath. You slowly gain as much composure as you can. You reach for your ears only to feel some blood coming out of one side. Palpitations are almost setting in. The volume of your chest starts to rise and lower rapidly. Your blood pressure is rising by the second. An unsettling presence invades your home as you try to gather yourself until you hear..

“There you are….” His voice was like poison in the air.

“You, my dear, were a hard one to find…”

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[okiefuckindokie]

Hi, everyone 🤗

I’ve been MIA for years and… too much has happened.

But I just wanna say thanks to everyone who comes by even when I wasn’t here. It means a lot.

This sounds like a goodbye but it’s quite the opposite.

I will be writing again soon and I can’t wait☺️

You’ll see me again soon🧡

#dokie says #fanfiction #fanfic writing #fandom writing

[okiefuckindokie]

I've made this in under an hour exactly a year ago and I never thought it would get much attention as it still does. Maybe I'll whip up another tonight? 😏😏😏 (Send me suggestions!)

Ego Valentine HC’s

Dark

We all know Dark isn’t exactly a touchy-feely guy in general but he’ll make it known that you are his and ONLY his. And it definitely amplifies on Valentine’s day.

Dark starts it off with breakfast in bed. He’s always been a great cook.

He will give you small gifts here and there. He’ll lavish you in expensive wardrobe that will look so stunning on you, and dinners that make you feel like you’re out of place but he reassures that you deserve the best.

“You are the focus of today, babygirl. As it should everyday.”

In public, there’s more PDA than normal. Kisses, arms linked while walking or his arm around your waist.

But when he’s got you alone? oh boy

TEASING.

A FUCK TON OF IT.

The entire time you’re with him makes you wonder what he’s got under his sleeve with that sly ass grin of his.

But why imagine when he can show you?

“Be a good girl/boy and you’ll be rewarded. I promise you that.”

😏😏😏😏😏😏

Wilford

Wilford is old-fashioned similar to Dark, maybe even more.

He’ll leave you a note on the pillow next to you for when you wake up.

“Today is all going to be about you, sweetheart. Just you wait.”

Reading it has already gotten you so excited for the day.

He put together a beautiful outfit for you to wear. All of which are things you’ve said you liked but didn’t think it looked good on you.

He makes it known to everyone that he’s proud to have you.

LOTS OF PDA (anything you can think of, really lol)

But you don’t mind it tho 🤗

He’s so sweet, he could literally give you cavities.

You come back from town to find a candle lit dinner ready with a single Rose in the middle.

Wilford gives you a loving kiss. “I love you so much, Y/n”

“I love you too, William.”

He secretly loves you calling him by his real name. You see him for who he really is and that’s all what he could ever ask for.

Anti

Anti is a real wild card when it comes to showing any affection.

He’ll act strange, distant, and erratic when he’s attempting to do so.

It’s not that he’s heartless, it’s just that he doesn’t know how to reciprocate the same feelings for you.

And God damnit does he try

Anti would leave little gifts that he made around the house. You can tell he spent some time on them.

Not really expecting anything romantic from him, you go on about your day as normal.

That is, until he uses his glitches to send you a message on your phone to put a jacket on and follow him. You gladly accepted.

Your phone has a GPS map telling you where to go. It leads you to a park.

Confused, you look around to see wth is going on.

You find Anti standing under a tree with a picnic beautifully set up.

Anti was praying to anything and anyone holy that this would work. And it did 💚

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Reblog cuz I wasn't sure if you guys got it. But I really hope you like it! 🧡 @justwritingscibbles @iwouldfuckillinois

In My Eyes

I know for a fact that I do have a few requests to get to AND I'M SO SORRY. Life just fucking hates me right now. As for “Now and Then”, it’s still a work in progress!! As the new year is coming around, I wanna get back into this, writing. And DON’T be afraid to tell me to get my ass in gear!! I can procrastinate like a motherfucker lmao. 

As AHWM came out, I was just gathering more intel on the new Egos. So, here I whipped up a small drabble with one of the egos that has my whole ass heart, Illinois!

Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Illinois x Gender Neutral Character

TW: Blood, Body insecurities/ shaming, language

    You never thought you’d be at this part of your life. Going on adventures, getting yourself into danger at every turn. Not to mention meeting a man who constantly flirts with you. And here you thought it was only the first time you met was he really going to lay down the charm………. nope. You were never one to actually accept compliments in general, mainly because you believe it isn’t true. It’s not that you feel uncomfortable hearing them; it just sounds better for someone else. Illinois is no doubt great of many things; one thing for sure he’s a damn expert for.. is intuition. And if you were wondering if he knew how you felt; you might have just answered your own question.

    You continue to daydream in the helicopter while Illinois reads over his notes of where the next treasure may be. He tends to think out loud en route, not really directing it at anyone but you like to respond to his curiosity. “If we can find this cave, it may be able to lead us into an underground mine.”, he lets out a breathy laugh, “bet you can’t count how many traps are down there. Biggest one being my heart.” He looks over to you. Your eyes still glued to the window. Illinois notices your silence as if it was a cry for help. He needs to pull you back to reality.. what it really is.

He calls to you, “Hey, Y/n. Are you feeling okay?” You look back to him with a slightly dazed face, “Huh? Oh.. uh, yeah. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, Illy.” Your tone wasn’t all that reassuring. Neither was your expression. You two have been together on adventures for quite some time. Although he boasts about a lot of things, Illinois is not a man of trust, at least not right away. He’s mentioned that his past partners have never lasted long. No say about death, though. Only that they’ve just left.. Some couldn’t handle it. So many times he felt this feeling of uncertainty with a new partner, he figured it’d be easier to be distant. Will that change this time around?

The helicopter lands in a clearing next to some woods. You and Illinois exit and thank the pilot and wish them a safe trip back. As the pilot takes off, you both turn around and head toward yet another journey. You’ve made a game for yourself to see how long can Illinois not make a shot at you on the way there. His high score is 5 minutes.. maybe less. The path to the cave is sort of physically exhausting. The traps appear more often as you get closer to your destination. You tend to follow Illy from behind as he’s a little more aware of the traps. But your mind has made you wander a bit farther than you’d like from Illy. Your foot steps on a metal plate, making a small click sound. Illy was the first to notice it and immediately turned his attention on you. “Y/N!!!”, he screamed. He then lunges at you with great force. Arrows fly quickly from the left as they graze against your face. Both of you hit the ground hard. The weight of Illy’s body almost knocked the wind out of you. He holds you close for a moment. His breath hitting your neck heavily. You take a moment to gather yourself before speaking, “Ouch….” He gently lifts up and examines you carefully. His eyes are filled with worry, “You okay?”. You reply. “Yeah, I think so.”. Illinois takes a stray hair away from your face and you quickly wince from pain. A small trickle of blood streams down your left temple. Illy doesn’t hesitate to tend to your wounds. He became so accustomed to having you tend to his own, making sure he is okay and just… take care of him. He wants to return the favor, of course in a different way but it’s a start.

You thank him for patching you up. “Anytime.”, he says with a wink. You playfully roll your eyes and you two continue on the path. You eventually reach the cave entrance. Most caves are predictable but… there’s something about this one that doesn’t feel right. Illy takes the lead. The air is heavy. You take your next steps very carefully, practically clinging onto Illy. Small drops of water echo from within the cave as you venture on. You pass a small pocket beside you in the cave. It was dark in there, but the lighting was bright enough for you to see something; it had a shine to it. It's a flask. It looked almost too new.

You stop Illy dead in your tracks and say in a low voice, "I-Illy, I don't think we're alone..". A loud clash comes from in front of you. Two men stand in front of a bright light. You can hardly see their faces. One is shorter than the other. The tall one speaks, "You two don't belong down here…" Illinois immediately steps in front of you, firmly putting his arm across your body assuring you nothing will harm you, not as long as he's here. "Yeah? What makes you so sure you two asshats aren't either?", Illinois replies. The shorter one finally speaks,"It's called 'mind your own fucking business', prick.". Illinois's stare is cold. They make one move and they'll regret it. He's getting annoyed, fast. There's nothing worse than having a big challenge getting in the way of his goal, much less ones that he can kick their asses. 

The shorter one speaks again, " Well, well, well… looks like the asshole brought us a toy to play with.". The light may be bright but you can't mistake that shit eating grin this guy's got. You try to hide behind Illy. This is the line nobody on this Earth will ever cross with him. "Toy? This fat little sac of ugly shit is just a sorry excuse of- AGH..". In a split second, Illinois grabs his whip and wraps it swiftly around the taller man's neck. He pulls hard, making the man hit his face so hard on the floor, you can feel the thump as he went down, instantly knocking him out. The shorter one went for his pistol. Illy swung and snapped at his hand and deflected his gun, nearly breaking both hand and gun. Illinois swings it again, only to wrap it around his wrist and drag the other man down directly to him. Illy takes him and punches him for what felt like a lifetime. His rage is a force to be reckoned with. He wasn't going to let anyone talk about the one he cares for like this. 

It wasn't until you screamed, "ILLINOIS, STOP!". The second you spoke, he stopped. The man's face is covered in blood. Mostly his own, but some from Illy's hand as well. His expression…. It was almost primal. Almost… terrifying. You never thought that this could come from him. Illinois notices your shock. Your tears streaming down your face. He looks at the man, then back at you. Nobody has made him this protective like he is now. He takes one last look at the man and says in low, growling voice, "If I ever see you or any of your men near us again, I promise you that you will not be walking out… alive.", And with that, he finished him with one final punch, knocking him out cold. 

Illinois stands up and walks to you. He takes your hand in his non-bloody one.  "Y/n.. I'm so sorry you had to see that. I couldn't stand the way they were talking about you." His voice slightly breaks at the end. You horribly try to lighten the mood by saying, "Well, I guess he wasn't totally lying…" Illinois interrupted, "No. Nothing they said were true.", He cups your cheek ever so gently and lifts your face for you to meet his gaze, "In my eyes, I knew you were perfect since the moment I met you.". Before you know it, his lips were met with yours. There was a moment of hesitation with you but it was too hard to not melt into it. You gave him the same love and passion into it as he did for you. Illinois pulled away before it got too heated. He kissed your forehead and held your hand. "C'mon. Let's get out of here." The man whose heart you thought could not be tamed, is now eternally yours.

#dokie says #dokie writes

[okiefuckindokie]

In My Eyes

I know for a fact that I do have a few requests to get to AND I'M SO SORRY. Life just fucking hates me right now. As for “Now and Then”, it’s still a work in progress!! As the new year is coming around, I wanna get back into this, writing. And DON’T be afraid to tell me to get my ass in gear!! I can procrastinate like a motherfucker lmao. 

As AHWM came out, I was just gathering more intel on the new Egos. So, here I whipped up a small drabble with one of the egos that has my whole ass heart, Illinois!

Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Illinois x Gender Neutral Character

TW: Blood, Body insecurities/ shaming, language, violence

    You never thought you’d be at this part of your life. Going on adventures, getting yourself into danger at every turn. Not to mention meeting a man who constantly flirts with you. And here you thought it was only the first time you met was he really going to lay down the charm………. nope. You were never one to actually accept compliments in general, mainly because you believe it isn’t true. It’s not that you feel uncomfortable hearing them; it just sounds better for someone else. Illinois is no doubt great of many things; one thing for sure he’s a damn expert for.. is intuition. And if you were wondering if he knew how you felt; you might have just answered your own question.

    You continue to daydream in the helicopter while Illinois reads over his notes of where the next treasure may be. He tends to think out loud en route, not really directing it at anyone but you like to respond to his curiosity. “If we can find this cave, it may be able to lead us into an underground mine.”, he lets out a breathy laugh, “bet you can’t count how many traps are down there. Biggest one being my heart.” He looks over to you. Your eyes still glued to the window. Illinois notices your silence as if it was a cry for help. He needs to pull you back to reality.. what it really is.

He calls to you, “Hey, Y/n. Are you feeling okay?” You look back to him with a slightly dazed face, “Huh? Oh.. uh, yeah. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, Illy.” Your tone wasn’t all that reassuring. Neither was your expression. You two have been together on adventures for quite some time. Although he boasts about a lot of things, Illinois is not a man of trust, at least not right away. He’s mentioned that his past partners have never lasted long. No say about death, though. Only that they’ve just left.. Some couldn’t handle it. So many times he felt this feeling of uncertainty with a new partner, he figured it’d be easier to be distant. Will that change this time around?

The helicopter lands in a clearing next to some woods. You and Illinois exit and thank the pilot and wish them a safe trip back. As the pilot takes off, you both turn around and head toward yet another journey. You’ve made a game for yourself to see how long can Illinois not make a shot at you on the way there. His high score is 5 minutes.. maybe less. The path to the cave is sort of physically exhausting. The traps appear more often as you get closer to your destination. You tend to follow Illy from behind as he’s a little more aware of the traps. But your mind has made you wander a bit farther than you’d like from Illy. Your foot steps on a metal plate, making a small click sound. Illy was the first to notice it and immediately turned his attention on you. “Y/N!!!”, he screamed. He then lunges at you with great force. Arrows fly quickly from the left as they graze against your face. Both of you hit the ground hard. The weight of Illy’s body almost knocked the wind out of you. He holds you close for a moment. His breath hitting your neck heavily. You take a moment to gather yourself before speaking, “Ouch….” He gently lifts up and examines you carefully. His eyes are filled with worry, “You okay?”. You reply. “Yeah, I think so.”. Illinois takes a stray hair away from your face and you quickly wince from pain. A small trickle of blood streams down your left temple. Illy doesn’t hesitate to tend to your wounds. He became so accustomed to having you tend to his own, making sure he is okay and just… take care of him. He wants to return the favor, of course in a different way but it’s a start.

You thank him for patching you up. “Anytime.”, he says with a wink. You playfully roll your eyes and you two continue on the path. You eventually reach the cave entrance. Most caves are predictable but… there’s something about this one that doesn’t feel right. Illy takes the lead. The air is heavy. You take your next steps very carefully, practically clinging onto Illy. Small drops of water echo from within the cave as you venture on. You pass a small pocket beside you in the cave. It was dark in there, but the lighting was bright enough for you to see something; it had a shine to it. It's a flask. It looked almost too new.

You stop Illy dead in your tracks and say in a low voice, "I-Illy, I don't think we're alone..". A loud clash comes from in front of you. Two men stand in front of a bright light. You can hardly see their faces. One is shorter than the other. The tall one speaks, "You two don't belong down here…" Illinois immediately steps in front of you, firmly putting his arm across your body assuring you nothing will harm you, not as long as he's here. "Yeah? What makes you so sure you two asshats aren't either?", Illinois replies. The shorter one finally speaks,"It's called 'mind your own fucking business', prick.". Illinois's stare is cold. They make one move and they'll regret it. He's getting annoyed, fast. There's nothing worse than having a big challenge getting in the way of his goal, much less ones that he can kick their asses. 

The shorter one speaks again, " Well, well, well… looks like the asshole brought us a toy to play with.". The light may be bright but you can't mistake that shit eating grin this guy's got. You try to hide behind Illy. This is the line nobody on this Earth will ever cross with him. "Toy? This fat little sac of ugly shit is just a sorry excuse of- AGH..". In a split second, Illinois grabs his whip and wraps it swiftly around the taller man's neck. He pulls hard, making the man hit his face so hard on the floor, you can feel the thump as he went down, instantly knocking him out. The shorter one went for his pistol. Illy swung and snapped at his hand and deflected his gun, nearly breaking both hand and gun. Illinois swings it again, only to wrap it around his wrist and drag the other man down directly to him. Illy takes him and punches him for what felt like a lifetime. His rage is a force to be reckoned with. He wasn't going to let anyone talk about the one he cares for like this. 

It wasn't until you screamed, "ILLINOIS, STOP!". The second you spoke, he stopped. The man's face is covered in blood. Mostly his own, but some from Illy's hand as well. His expression…. It was almost primal. Almost… terrifying. You never thought that this could come from him. Illinois notices your shock. Your tears streaming down your face. He looks at the man, then back at you. Nobody has made him this protective like he is now. He takes one last look at the man and says in low, growling voice, "If I ever see you or any of your men near us again, I promise you that you will not be walking out… alive.", And with that, he finished him with one final punch, knocking him out cold. 

Illinois stands up and walks to you. He takes your hand in his non-bloody one.  "Y/n.. I'm so sorry you had to see that. I couldn't stand the way they were talking about you." His voice slightly breaks at the end. You horribly try to lighten the mood by saying, "Well, I guess he wasn't totally lying…" Illinois interrupted, "No. Nothing they said were true.", He cups your cheek ever so gently and lifts your face for you to meet his gaze, "In my eyes, I knew you were perfect since the moment I met you.". Before you know it, his lips were met with yours. There was a moment of hesitation with you but it was too hard to not melt into it. You gave him the same love and passion into it as he did for you. Illinois pulled away before it got too heated. He kissed your forehead and held your hand. "C'mon. Let's get out of here." The man whose heart you thought could not be tamed, is now eternally yours.

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Fairy tale AU or Wild West AU??

I need your guy's help on making it based on Mark's recent insta. So we need to vote!!

In my asks:

Send 🤠 for WW

Send 💫 for Fairy Tale

READYSETGO!

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Sweetheart asks ❄️

Please ask one of these to whoever you’re reblogging this from before reblogging, it’s just a nice thing to do 😊

Talk about your first love.

What’s the most beautiful songs you’ve ever heard in your opinion?

How’s your heart feeling right now?

What kind of self care is your favorite to do?

What’s your skincare routine?

How did you get to be so beautiful?

Do you have any stuffed animals?

Best trip you’ve ever been on?

Favorite thing about your room?

Opinion on love?

Are you affectionate?

Who do you look up to?

Favorite poet?

Song that makes you happy? How about one that calms you down when you’re in a bad place?

Do you play an instrument?

Do you do art? Using what (pencil, watercolor, etc)?

Do you dance? What style of dance?

What’s your zodiac sign? Do you believe in astrology?

Favorite old film?

What’s your hairstyle?

What weather is the most beautiful, in your opinion?

What upsets you most about the world?

Are you in love right now?

Do you have a crush? If so, talk about them!

Do you have pets? Talk about something sweet about them!

Do you have a lucky number?

Have you ever wished on a star? What about on a fallen eyelash?

Do you believe emoji spells to work?

Do you believe in magic in general?

What’s the most beautiful thing in life, In your opinion?

Opinion on the color pink? What about baby blue?

What instrumental sound is your favorite?

Do you like the sound of wind? What about the sound of rain?

Who makes you happy?

What makes you happy?

Imagine your ideal life, the life you wish to make, what will that look like?

Do you wear makeup? If so what’s your favorite type of makeup or specific makeup product? Favorite store to buy makeup?

Do you wear dresses? If so what’s your favorite dress you own?

Ever been heartbroken? How do you deal with it?

Who’s your closest friend? What do you love about them?

Introvert or extrovert?

Do you like MBTI? What’s your MBTI?

Would you be a fairy, a mermaid, a vampire, a siren, a or an angel?

What’s the best song a friend has ever introduced to you?

Parlez-vous français?

Most beautiful place you’ve been to?

Where/when do you truly feel at home?

Does smiling put you in a better mood? Try it right now, you’re smile is goreous!

Favorite shoe you own?

Can you walk in stilettos? Do you like them?

Do you feel loved?

How do you express love to those you care about?

Favorite term(s) of endearment?

Most romantic thing someone’s ever done for you?

When is the happiest you’ve ever been?

Are you happy right now?

What makes you smile?

Do you laugh a lot?

What’s your favorite kind of aesthetic?

Do you want to marry for love or for some other reason (like money)?

What would your dream wedding look like? Do you want to get married?

Favorite flower?

Favorite artist?

Favorite music artist?

How kind do you think you are? Is kindness important to you?

Ever made a playlist for someone?

Do you have anything you do to physically comfort you when your sad? Such as a favorite blanket? Or a relaxing bath?

Early bird or night owl?

Morning routine?

Night routine?

What is the most lovely quality a person could have in your opinion?

Do you cry often? Does crying help you get the emotions out? Do you feel better after?

Do you like hugs?

When was the last time you kissed someone?

Are you small or tall?

Do you like wholesome memes?

Favorite thing about the past?

Do you ever wonder abou the future?

Have you ever lived in a different country than you currently live in?

Do you like plane flights? Airports?

Sunrises or sunsets?

The beach or a forest?

What time of day do you tend to be in the best mood?

Do you push yourself to act together and in a good mood even when you aren’t?

Favorite kind of tree?

Do you care about the health of the Earth?

What did you like most about your childhood, if anything?

Do you read a lot? What’s your favorite book?

What are you most nostalgic for at the moment?

What’s your favorite personality trait you have?

List at least ONE thing you love about your appearance.

When was the last time you truly felt calm, without much of anything to worry about?

Do you worry a lot?

The dazzling lights of the city or the relaxing countryside?

Ever changed the shoelaces on one of your shoes? For what reason?

Favorite pastry?

Do you like doing little acts of kindness?

How’s your day/night going?

#ask away #!!

[okiefuckindokie]

You know what I wanna see?

I wanna see Chase fight back. I wanna see Chase get ABSOLUTELY PISSED OFF at Anti for hurting his kids. I wanna see him be a dad and defend his kids and physically FIGHT Anti.

Like I want to see all those emotions he has bottled up and put to protecting his kids.

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Reblog to let your followers know you are a safe person to come out to.

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Now and Then Ch.1

Summary: You've had weird dreams before, right? Hell, who hasn't? Some were crazy even. It's completely normal, though. But unfortunately for you, they're becoming more vivid. More consistent. More intense. All while seeing someone… familiar? They all feel like you were there in the moment and you're really hoping they'll be calming down anytime soon. Or so you think…

This takes place many years after 'Who Killed Markiplier' and the viewer is you, the reader (if that makes any sense, I'm sorry). Some details of the WKM series will be tweaked but this is just my take of what happened after that night.

A/N: I'm really excited to have this story out. I kept this one in my drafts for sooo long. Years. Seriously, I've had it for years. It was for a different fandom but I thought WKM was a better fit for it. Keep in mind that this will be a "Xfem!Reader" story as it originally was a long time ago.

@justwritingscibbles @clanwarrior-tumbly @lcthebtswriter I'm tagging you guys because you truly inspire me to write and I can't thank you enough for that (I'd love your guy's feedback!). I really hope you enjoy.🧡

TW: Blood

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A warm glow of the morning sun gently hits your cheek and onto your desk through the classroom window. You were wearing a crimson colored t-shirt with a black knitted cardigan designed with a light brown aztec pattern your grandmother, who surprisingly has a good fashion sense, gave you as a gift followed by black leggings and classic black and white sneakers. While absentmindedly stroking the ends of your loose side-pony, soft chatter goes on as you and your classmates await for your professor’s arrival.

Although the volumes of the other conversations were tolerable, you made the mistake of sitting in front of two women who obviously don’t know what the word ‘whisper’ is. “Did you hear what Cindy did to get herself out of a speeding ticket after last night’s party?” Big parties were never your thing and you weren't exactly the kind of person who would be influenced by the wrong crowd. Her friend replying in the same manner, "Yeah! I heard they used his handcuffs and everything! Kinky, don't you think?”. You roll your eyes, 'Can anything be proper nowadays?', you thought.

All conversations come to a close as your psychology professor enters the room. The essence of old chalk lightly fills the room as the professor illustrates today’s topic and finishes with an opening to begin lecture. “The human brain. What wonders it can do to the body. Where perception completely goes out the window and twists it to make its own. It's your greatest strength, but it can also be your worst weakness. Let me tell you why…”

They go on about the lecture as you took your notes. Your concentration weighs on you as you haven't been sleeping well lately. Not to mention that the headache pulsating in your temple isn't helping your case here. The obnoxious women still go on gossiping behind you, not even paying attention to the class. This is getting frustrating to say the least. Finally as the professor explains the details of the next assignment, the campus bell chimes. Thank God.

Everyone exits the classroom, you collect your things and make a bee-line straight to the library as it was pouring rain. It's the one place you can really relax and get things done.. with the sacrifice of sleep, nonetheless. The library is quite big and surprisingly homey. Both floors and shelves are cherrywood, old chandeliers cover the ceiling as they beautifully accent the building with lighting that's not too bright but enough to get yourself lost into it's endless aisles. You head towards the back where nearly nobody goes and set your belongings down on the table. Letting out a small sigh, you basically plop yourself down onto the chair and begin studying.

Hours have passed by and your head has been bobbing for a bit now trying to power through it. Slumber ultimately wins, of course and you lay your head on your textbook. The atmosphere immediately changes and so does your outfit. You never understood why but it has been the same as all your other dreams. An early 1900s red dress with a nude colored shall, your hair and makeup neatly done up and held together with a nice black hat and pair of shoes. You seem to be in a really dark corridor with only a few doors on each side. By the end of the hall, you see a dimly lit entrance room and head towards there. This is giving you so many bad feelings about even walking through here. You're aware that your strange dreams have been happening more often and not only that you're curious, it's getting to the point to where it's seriously frightening you - even in your conscious state - and you need answers.... now.

You get to the room and everything looks like it has been before in the last dream you recall. Fresh blood still pooled on the ground, an elegant mirror cracked, and a revolver sitting on a couch nearby. You look around and there's not a soul in sight, you went to go investigate further. The entire building is well lit as you ventured on. You feel a strong presence that's not exactly inviting all around the house. 'This is a bad idea...', you thought. The air has gotten a little more chilly and the light seems to be dimming. You reach the den of the enormous house, you see that white tape still lies in the middle. With a loud clash making you startled, everything turns pitch black. You frantically turn around, trying to find a way out of this hell... until a figure randomly appears. You can barely see but they come ever so slightly closer to you. "Hello??", You call out - not earning any response. A moment passes and you try again, "Can you hear me? Where am I?". You suddenly feel defeated. You're not getting anywhere like this, you thought. That is until they finally respond but with a whisper, "You're back.... you have no idea.... how much I've missed you...". The voice is male, that much you can make out. It's deep but soft enough to where it can be enticing but by the way he just spoke, he's terrified and hurt. As the figure gets closer, you start to see clearly of who he is. He wears a nice black suit, white shirt slightly unbuttoned, hair ruffled and a little out of place. He has a strong physique as far as you can tell. His facial expression is damn near undetectable of what his true intentions are.... He's stalking his prey. This frightens you immediately and you head towards the opposite way to get the hell out.

The second you turned, the same man appeared right in front of you. But he looks different.... he's more put together, hair and shirt fixed to their rightful places. What distinguished him from the other figure was his face. He's scared, scared of what the other will do to you if he gets to you. Wasting no time, the other figure screams, " Y/N, GO!! RUN!!!!!" You suddenly violently awaken along with the sound of a thunder crash. You're back at the library again and it's near closing time. Panting, trying to catch your breath, you hold your head in your hands trying to process what had just happened. Something drips down your cheek. A tear? Or was it a cold sweat? You couldn't really tell at this point.. Of all the dreams you've had, this was the one that had actually left you terrified.....

#trigger warning: blood #markiplier egos #markiplier tag 2 #markiplier tag #markiplergame #darkiplier #darkiplier x reader #wilford x reader #markiplier wilford #wilford warfstache #wilfordmotherlovingwarfstache #wkm wilford #wkm #wkm district attorney #wkm damien #wkm celine #wkm dark #youtube fanfiction #youtubers #youtuber #youtube #x reader #fem!reader #dokie writes #scribs and clan.. sorry i posted still before getting your answer :(( i was just so excited about this and i hope you can forgive me 😭

[okiefuckindokie]

MARK’S EGOS/CAMEOS + VIDEO GAMES: A STUDY

Other examples include Yandereplier w/ Yandere Simulator, The Host w/ Dude, Stop, and King of the Squirrels w/ Kingdom Two Crowns.

[okiefuckindokie]

Are you a “too many parentheses” or a “too many italics” kind of writer?

[okiefuckindokie]

Ego Valentine HC's

Dark

We all know Dark isn't exactly a touchy-feely guy in general but he'll make it known that you are his and ONLY his. And it definitely amplifies on Valentine's day.

Dark starts it off with breakfast in bed. He's always been a great cook.

He will give you small gifts here and there. He'll lavish you in expensive wardrobe that will look so stunning on you, and dinners that make you feel like you're out of place but he reassures that you deserve the best.

"You are the focus of today, babygirl/boy. As it should everyday."

In public, there's more PDA than normal. Kisses, arms linked while walking or his arm around your waist.

But when he's got you alone? oh boy

TEASING.

A FUCK TON OF IT.

The entire time you're with him makes you wonder what he's got under his sleeve with that sly ass grin of his.

But why imagine when he can show you?

"Be a good girl/boy and you'll be rewarded. I promise you that."

😏😏😏😏😏😏

Wilford

Wilford is old-fashioned similar to Dark, maybe even more.

He'll leave you a note on the pillow next to you for when you wake up.

"Today is all going to be about you, sweetheart. Just you wait."

Reading it has already gotten you so excited for the day.

He put together a beautiful outfit for you to wear. All of which are things you've said you liked but didn't think it looked good on you.

He makes it known to everyone that he's proud to have you.

LOTS OF PDA (anything you can think of, really lol)

But you don't mind it tho 🤗

He's so sweet, he could literally give you cavities.

You come back from town to find a candle lit dinner ready with a single Rose in the middle.

Wilford gives you a loving kiss. "I love you so much, Y/n"

"I love you too, William."

He secretly loves you calling him by his real name. You see him for who he really is and that's all what he could ever ask for.

Anti

Anti is a real wild card when it comes to showing any affection.

He'll act strange, distant, and erratic when he's attempting to do so.

It's not that he's heartless, it's just that he doesn't know how to reciprocate the same feelings for you.

And God damnit does he try

Anti would leave little gifts that he made around the house. You can tell he spent some time on them.

Not really expecting anything romantic from him, you go on about your day as normal.

That is, until he uses his glitches to send you a message on your phone to put a jacket on and follow him. You gladly accepted.

Your phone has a GPS map telling you where to go. It leads you to a park.

Confused, you look around to see wth is going on.

You find Anti standing under a tree with a picnic beautifully set up.

Anti was praying to anything and anyone holy that this would work. And it did 💚

#ego valentine #darkiplier x reader #wilford x reader #anti x reader #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #markiplier wilford #wilfordmotherlovingwarfstache #markiplier egos #jse egos #antisepticeye x reader #valentines #headcannons #headcanon #dokie writes

[okiefuckindokie]

Y'all are in for a treat and I'm pretty proud of it tbh :)

Surprise!

I’m gonna be doing Valentine HCs so send me anyone you’d like to see!

#dokie says

[okiefuckindokie]

Surprise!

I'm gonna be doing Valentine HCs so send me anyone you'd like to see!

#ive never done headcannons before so this should be fun #headcannons #headcanon #youtuber fanfiction #youtubers #youtuber #youtube #x reader #markiplier x reader #jacksepticeye x reader #jse egos #markiplier egos #dokie says

[okiefuckindokie]

Some more cute icons! Remember to like and/or reblog and credit me in your blog description. Thanks! :3

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DAMMIT THIS CHILD NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED!

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