#dramatic prisoner (Yancy)

[gottawriteanegoortwo]

Yancy & Reader: Take On Me

Today, November 2nd, is the third anniversary of me writing Yancy for the first time. I've had this idea mulling around in my mind for months and I decided today is the perfect day to share it, and not even a broken hinge on my laptop will stop me! If people are interested, I might look into writing more. 

One song I have on my Yancy inspiration playlist is "Take On Me". This song by itself really works for Yancy, but the video is the inspiration for this story.

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When watching a video resulted in you being thrown through the fourth wall into a fictional world, you find yourself under the watchful eye of Yancy, the only character in the prison who knew you didn't belong there.

Word Count: 2,460

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The day was miserable. You had planned to go out and complete some messages, but a strong storm halted your agenda immediately. Today was supposed to be a distraction from all the stresses and sinister thoughts mulling in the back of your mind, and already you could feel that pressure beginning to drag you under. You grabbed your blanket, hopped onto the couch, and propped your phone against the arm of the chair. When you needed an escape, you watched videos. Usually, you would choose the Space adventure as a source of escapism and help the Engineer solve the problems of the universe on a spaceship light years away, but today?

Today you decided to choose a story dear to your heart as you hopped to the video where you helped Mark rob a museum. Your Heist was a mission. Forget about the box for a minute, your focus was on looking for a friendly face in the form of a tough-shelled yet kind-hearted prisoner.

Sure, the video was scripted, and you never would have partaken in a fight, but you pretend you two were having a conversation. With no one around, you would speak your answers to him in the brief windows of silence in the scene.

The alarms rang in the prison, alerting the staff of the fight. At the same time, the lights around you flickered. 

You tapped the screen to pause the video. It continued playing. 

You tried locking your phone. It didn't react.

There was another flash, one so blinding that you couldn't see anything. All you registered was the sound of something landing on the couch before you could feel yourself falling.

Then, everything went black.

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In another place, another time, another world, one room used for indoor rec time was quiet. There was no chaos with a new inmate, nor any bickering following a brawl. In fact, several members of the Gang were having a chance to catch up when they were all free. Some people were chatting, someone was napping on a table, and Yancy was in the middle of winning a game of Go Fish with Bam-Bam and Jimmy the Pickle. A guard had poked his head in while on patrol to make sure everything was going okay before continuing on, trusting the group enough to have no obvious supervision. It was a nice change from doing laps around the rec yard’s track.

However, staying indoors ended up being just as unpredictable as going outside.

A basketball slammed against one of the windows, startling everyone inside and turning their attention toward the glass. Yancy did likewise, until a flash of blue in his peripheral caught his attention. A ‘window’ appeared, spat a figure out, and closed before anyone else could notice. Without thinking, he was out of his chair and dashing across the space to where the figure was, an action that finally spurred the rest of the room to action. Shithole Hank knelt down and gently tapped the fallen individual’s cheek to gauge a reaction.

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“Hey. Can you hear me?”

A strange voice was the first thing you noted when you regained a vague sense of awareness. Everything hurt, and you were dizzy, but you tried to sit up. Opening your eyes only greeted you with blinding white that made you wince.

“Whoa, whoa, hold on a sec, you shouldn’t be moving - Hey, can someone turn off the lights for a minute?” Someone did as instructed and the painful light went away. Finally, you could see people. The outfits weren't the exact same, but you could see a theme of white, black, and stripes. Not much else could be registered as the older man leaned forward and had you tell him how many fingers he was holding up.

"Did anyone see what happened to Watches?" One voice overhead asked.

"Nah," answered another, "but I think falling out of the chair might have been the problem."

‘Watches’? Who was that? But you had more pressing questions on your mind: where were you, and how did you get here?

Before you could ask, a hand pressed against your shoulder to ease you back into a lying position as the people discussed what to do. It was a chance to turn your head and try to better gauge your surroundings. 

Only one person close to you wasn't taking part in the conversation. He sat cross-legged with folded arms as he glared at the ground like it would give him inspiration. His black hair was slicked back with a small amount of gel, allowing you to better see his chocolate coloured eyes. But it was the unusual tattoos that adorned his forearms that had you whisper in astonishment:

"Yancy?"

The sound of his name broke his concentration and made him look at you with alarm. No one else around you noticed the oddity of the moment.

"How the fuck do you knows my name?" hissed Yancy. No one had said it since you had stirred, but there was no denying that you were looking at the greaser prisoner that you had been watching on screen minutes earlier.

You couldn't answer, not when you were carefully helped onto your feet.

"Yancy? You bring Watches back to your cell. Might be better to rest up there instead of alerting the guards of a fall."

Yancy looked as confused as you did when the older prisoner draped your arm around Yancy’s neck for extra support. Then, the two of you were sent on your way.

-

As the pain from falling eased, you began to realise that this wasn't a dream. You were somewhere new. How were you even in prison to begin with?

No one commented on your clothes that barely resembled the prisoner uniform. No one noticed you at all. It was like they were sure you were always there.

You turned your attention to Yancy. He hadn't said a word since you two left the initial room, but he looked tense. He had questioned how you knew his name, so maybe he knew more than the others.

Finally, he took a sharp left and stepped into a small cell, one that looked far different from the one you saw in Heist. It was narrow, with brick walls painted an off-white that didn't quite match the grey concrete floor. A tiny window at the back of the cell let in some sunlight. Instead of bars, there was a large metal door that Yancy pushed until it was ajar instead of wide open. Then, he began to pace the small stretch of free floor once you were sitting on the bottom bunk.

"Youse better start explaining yourself, Watches, or whatever the fuck youses' name is. How did you do that?"

Though disappointed that your supposed nickname reminded you of a piece of jewellery, you asked what he meant.

"Youse - how the fuck did you gets in here? And why didn't no one else notice? There was a - ugh, I dunno, a giant blue-window-thing that appeared and spat youse out. Why the fuck did no one else see that but me?"

You frowned, admitting you hadn't seen it either.

"Yeah, but youse got the bumps to prove that it wasn't a fall off a chair like the others think. And they had a name for youse? Is you another one of them strange guys?" When you didn't give any response beyond a confused look, Yancy huffed. "Y'know, them odd men. The ones who are all into voodoo and magic and shit. One of them wears a suit, one is in pink, and another -"

You interrupted to check whether he meant Dark and Wilford.

"Yeah! You one of they’s group?" A shake of your head had him roll his eyes in frustration. "Well then, what happened to get youse here? You don't belong in Happy Trails, and youse is gonna land in biiig trouble if we don't find a way to get you out of here pronto."

You leaned forward to think about what happened and began to muse about how you were at home, watching a video during a thunderstorm; only for there to be a flash of light and a sensation of falling.

Yancy stopped pacing to give you a deadpan look.

"That makes no fucking sense. But… Fine, whatever. It's all we gots right now. Was you watching something that got youse cursed?"

You shook your head. It was a show about stealing a box and someone got arrested. Before you mentioned anything that would reveal how you knew Yancy prior to this, you quickly added that it wasn't very well known and Yancy wouldn't understand it. For a split second, you thought he was going to interrogate you, but he let out a sigh and turned away.

"Riight. Guess that rules out you being a magic person. Still don’t explain why things ain't the same as they was before you gots here. Like, look at the bunk youse is sitting on. Is there anything weird there?"

You turned your attention to the bed. It had been made, though the sheets were creased like someone forgot to smooth it out at the end. Your hand reached out to check under the pillow, only to find nothing there.

"It's a normal bed, yeah?" You hummed in agreement. "Thing is… I don't got a cellie. That bottom bunk was used as my writing nook. The pillow and blanket was bunched up in that corner so I could have some sorta comfort while sitting, instead of using the stiff-ass chair and table. I didn't make that bed. Someone else did. And think about it. I should have been told to bring youse to the med ward, but I was told to take you here. And that's only something you does to youses' cellie. Something has decided that I now has a cellie, and has put youse in here. If that 'something' is one of them weird-ass magicky fuckers, then they's is gonna be looking for youse. You gots to lay low for a while."

You? Being hunted by something? That didn't make any sense. You didn't do anything out of the ordinary in your day-to-day life. No evil spirits were offended, nor were there any ancient curses on your family. Why would someone pull you into a fictional world through your phone?

Did that mean you could die if something was hunting you?

Why would someone want to kill you? You weren't some main character in a story! You were -

A startled cry escaped from you when a bundle of material was dropped on your lap.

"You need to blend in. Staying in that will only make you stands out like a sore thumb, even if no one noticed it earlier for some fucking weird reason. There ain't much privacy in here, but if youse stand just behind the bunk, beside the toilet, it's better than nothing. And I won't look 'till you gives me the all-clear, don't worry." To prove as much, he sat on the bottom bunk with his back to you.

The bundle consisted of one pair of striped trousers and three damaged black shirts, all in different sizes. You poked your head around the bed to ask Yancy about that, and was immediately rewarded with a snort.

"I'd bought those damn shirts because I need a new one and they was being sold cheap 'cause they got torn up a bit, but not a one of them fitted me right. We don't get refunds, so I hung onto 'em in case anyone's uniform got damaged. The pants is my spares, but you can keep 'em. I nearly got enough saved to order a new pair." The trousers, thankfully, had an elastic waist, so they could easily fit you with little difficulty. Likewise, the chosen shirt suited you. It isn't particularly flattering, but it wasn't unbearable to wear. For now, it would do.

You called Yancy's name so you could check where you should put your clothes. He rose to his feet, cautiously glancing to make sure you were presentable, before approaching the far wall and kneeling in front of one of the small chests against the wall.

"These lockers house all our possessions. Thankfully, everyone knows not to touch my shit. Your threads will be safe here, and if you gets anything useful, you can store it here too."

It was the perfect chance to thank Yancy, and you did so, admitting that he was taking all this in his stride. To your surprise, he lowered his head.

"I guess... But I'm freaked out right now. I seen a window appear in the air and spit youse out. No one else seen it and was convinced that you was always there. I-I mean, 'Watches'? No offense, but that's an ominous as fuck moniker to have, especially if you was watching something before you got here. But it ain't the first time I seen something others didn't…" He trailed off, extending his left arm in a way that showed off the elaborate box tattoo design. "I woke up one day with this. I never paid for it, and no one seen me get it, yet it was there. And then… It happened a second time a few months back. It spread to my other arm, and changed the original too. But then, to fucking add to that? These tattoos on my fingers are 'sposed to say 'Dark Mark', but now they say 'Warp Core'? I paid for those! Tattoos ain't meant to change. That's kinda the point of 'em??"

Of course, you knew why. You had watched the videos where Mark explained everything in both projects Yancy appeared in, but you couldn't reveal that.

"Right now, the focus is keeping you safe. If the Gang knows you, then you don't gotta worry 'bout being alone when I ain't around." Both hands pressed against the lockers lid as a momentum to lift him back onto his feet. "We can work together. If we can figure out what everyone thinks is going on with youse, it might give us a clue as to what we can do to get you home. I know who oughta be here, and you knows where you oughta be. We should be able to work well together until I can call that Dark guy. Don't trust him, but he might be a good bet with how spooky he is."

It sounded like a reasonable plan. You could keep a low profile and play up your fall as a whopping headache so you can learn more info. Your side of the plan made Yancy laugh as he extended a hand to you.

"You gonna be okay sticking with me until we figure this out?"

#awhm yancy #a heist with markiplier #self-insert #(would be a ship if it continued) #(but this is a first meeting) #writersofmark #dramatic prisoner (Yancy)

[rat-that-writes]

If you'd like to, hcs for the Mark egos with a s/o that collects plushies?? :0

a/n: this is the cutest idea omg thank you <333 i hope you like it!

tw: one swear word, damien is scared, actor is absolutely insane

🖤Dark🖤

this man has genuinely never considered the existence of a plushie

what is the need for it? why is it so soft? why is it so small? why does the little nose make him feel so…. n i c e ?????????

if you have like a HUGE mountain of a collection, he might be a little overwhelmed at first

he’s not into the idea of hundreds of small creatures watching the two of you sleep

one morning you wake up and hes turned them all around so they’re facing away from your bed

you just gotta get him to actually hold one for him to see that they’re not threats theyre just littol guys

he will absolutely buy you plushies all the time

the man wants to spoil you

💙Damien💙

honestly kinda scared of them

maybe that’s why Dark’s weary of them too

but poor Dames is genuinely quite afraid

especially if you have a big pile of them in a corner or something

he can tolerate them scattered around the bed

but a huge mass of them somewhere in the room makes him really anxious

sorry lol

❤️Actor❤️

being the dramatic bitch that he is, he would probably get jealous of them if you liked cuddling them

you would find him cussing at them in the middle of the night

he would have his arms and legs crossed sitting on the bed going “stupid little teddy bear… think you’re better than me? huh? yeah i thought not…”

he looks a little flustered when he sees that you’ve caught him arguing with a stuffed animal

“just come back to sleep, Mark”

“yeah… okay… sorry…”

he cuddles you extra tight that night

while still glaring at your poor little plushie

💛Illinois💛

would absolutely fuel this interest of yours

he carries around a lil horse teddy hes had for years

it’s his good luck charm

he tells you shes called Clover and she sits on his nightstand when he’s not adventuring

whenever you visit some place new, if theres a gift shop hes gonna buy you every plushie in there

he absolutely loves cuddling with you and a million plushies in bed, it’s so cozy

he would call you his teddy bear

he uses that when he wants cuddles and you’re busy

“teddy bearrrr… come back here, it’s coldddd”

🤍Yancy🤍

yancy didn’t really have many toys as a kid, and none in prison

so when he sees your pile of fluffy cuteness he just gets so dang happy

he loves your plushies

he holds them so so gently as if he could break them

ngl he might steal some to help him sleep better

he wants to have them all over the bed when you two sleep

he likes feeling things around him, having had not much to hold on to in his cell

also you bet that every night hes gonna go to bed holding a plushie and wake up cuddling you instead

whether that’s his fault or yours, he doesn’t care

he just likes to cuddle :3

🚀Engineer Mark🚀

this man has a secret collection of dog plushies hidden under his bed

when you tell him you collect plushies too he gets sososososo excited he wants to show you his so bad

he gathers them all and plops them down on his bed so you can take a look at them

all the while he is nervous and smiling so big because he finally gets to share this with you

he tells you all of their names (yes, all 58 of them are named and have backstories)

then you show him your collection and he is just AMAZED

he wants their names, backstories, relatives backstories, genetic history, driver’s license, medical history, criminal record,

he is just so excited and wants you to know how interested he is in your hobby

because he knows what it’s like for someone to judge you for it and make fun of you

that’s why his is a secret

but now he has someone to share it with!

#ngl engineer mark’s plushies having backstories gave me another hc idea …. #markiplier egos x reader #markiplier egos/reader #markiplier egos x yn #darkiplier x reader #darkiplier/reader #darkiplier/yn #mayor damien x reader #damien x reader #mayor damien/reader #damien/reader #actor x reader #actor/reader #actor mark x reader #actor mark/reader #illinois x reader #illinois/reader #illinois jones/reader #illinois jones x reader #yancy x reader #yancy/reader #engineer mark x reader #engineer mark/reader

[echo-echo31]

Preferred breakfast food/drink. Bonus, if they’d share or not.

Warnings: suggestive

DARK 🖤

"I am an eldrich entity of unknowable power, I do not require food, my love,"

Cut to him stealing your coffee every morning

He only likes it if it's black and as hot as the sun because he's a Dramatic Bitch™️

ACTOR 🌹

Cavier on toast is his favorite breakfast meal, served with champagne.

At least, that's what he tries to convince everyone - including you the first few times you see him eat breakfast.

Then one day after a particularly long night of poker, you arrive downstairs to find him essentially making out with a Sausage McMuffin.

YANCY 🎵

Breakfast in the prison isn't exactly inspiring - sure it's not the stereotypical vomit porridge but toast and eggs every day can only make you so excited.

The first morning in your flat after he's let out for parole, he walks into the kitchen to find you placing the final pancake on top of the stack already on the plate.

Maybe he tears up at the first bite. You playfully tease him but he knows it's more the gesture than the food that's got him emotional. Pancakes are now his favorite food ever.

GOOGLE 🖱️

"I do not require food, nor do I have a digestive system,"

Queue a 10-minute-long explanation of the type of bioregulation fluid that allows him to be powered for a guaranteed 48 hours without needing to go into his stasis recharging mode for a minimum of 4 hours.

He does, however, very much enjoy the process of making you breakfast. In fact, if he powers on after stasis to find you have already made your own, you're in for a solid hour of sulking.

BING 🔶

The Bing company decided to one-up their Google rivals by making their IRL able to digest small amounts of food to enhance its 'Human Social Integration'.

Bing did not get the memo about 'small amounts'.

You will watch this android shove 3 breakfast burritos into his mouth and then have to go into stasis for 9 hours afterwards like a Lactose Intolerant refusing to stop eating ice cream.

ILLINOIS 🔥

You don't put a lot of thought into what you eat during one of your adventures - it's more fuel to sustain you through the various exploits.

If you pass by a diner on your way though, Illinois will literally do a handbrake turn rather than miss an opportunity to get some biscuits and gravy.

The only time he takes his hat off is to sleep, eat or...well...

HEIST 💣

He's a stereotypical city man, so buying a bagel and coffee is his favourite morning activity.

One time someone tried to steal from his usual bagel place and they got a very nasty surprise when the entire contents of their apartment had disappeared the overnight.

ENGIE 🚀

He dreams of French Toast.

The Food Replication Substitutes on board sure do smell and taste like the real thing, but the mind is only so good at pretending a packet of mush is actually good food.

He even talks about it in his sleep once, which is delightful when you get to play the recording back to him the next day.

NOIR 🔎

Whiskey.

Joking that's only to keep up his monologuing aesthetic.

Any kind of flaky pastry will make his morning - especially if delivered by his captain in the morning before the daily briefing on whatever case they're trying to solve.

MURDOCK  🔪

You never saw him eat until he was extremely comfortable with you.

Then, you're amazed but not particularly surpised at the delcate way he uses the cutlery on the home cooked sausage, bacon and eggs.

You end up staring at his hands rather than eating your own breakfast.

HEEHOO 👣

You have no desire to find out what he eats for breakfast.

He does, however, particularly enjoy when you bring Takis on your visits to the cave.

PORNIPLIER 💘

He likes eating something in the morning...

#echo writes #headcanons #embder #request #sfw sunday

[earnestlyegos]

Rank your fave mark egos, and why

-🗡(not part of the qnapp I just felt like asking)

this one. took awhile. also this isnt a list that like,, shows which one i hate?? i love, all of them! just some a little less, but if i had to rank em, this is how id do it! So this is more of a “most favorite to i still like them, but i like these guys more!!”

(1) Yancy

i like him the most honestly because hes just.. he means so much to me?? ive got no clue as of why i attached to him so hard, but something about the way he sings and dances, his daddy issues, his past, the way he smiles and just how dramatic he is. he makes my heart soar, i want to give him all he deserves. hes an amazing person to me.

(1.5) Wilford Warfstache

literally couldnt pick one favorite. warfstache was the first ego i fell in love with, due to his complex character and lore!! i love how in WMLW hes sincere with abe, and i love how kind he is before he goes “insane”. i love how hes a loyal man as william J barnum, and hes just AUGHHHH!! hes got so much to him and i love him so so so so much!! hes SO cool!! LIKE SPACE!!!

(2) Eric Derekson

eric is a hot and close second. i love how timid and nervous he is, and i love how he canonically comes back, and somewhat gets over that!! i LOVE characters with a tragic past, which is why yancy and wilf are first!! i love eric sosososo much, i wanna kiss his head and hold him, he deserves the world!! hes only second cause yancy and warf are some of my BIGGEST hyperfixations.

(3) illinois

ironically loved him and now i unironically love him. i love the confidence and the stupid fucking suaveness, it makes me laugh! i also headcanon hes a genuinely nice guy, and often teaches at the prison because he works with a program and such!! i like to think he genuinely loves his job, and is maybe (100%) is autistic over archaeology. i love his energy!!!

(4) Damien

i love him. i just, i do! i love how sincere of a man he is, how soft and serious he is, BUT HE CARES SO FUCKING MUCH FOR WILLIAM AND IT HURTS!!!! i hc him as such a nice man, who is genuinely doing his best to make everybody happy. he also deserves the world.

(4.5) THE JIMS!!!!

I FUCKING LOVE THE JIMS I LOVE THE HCS THAT PEOPLE COME UP WITH I LOVE READING THEM IN FICS!!! they are SOSOSOSOOO silly!!! devilish little bastards, rats!! rats in my walls!! I LOVE THEM.

(5) Head Engineer Mark

hes a stupid brat man child and i love him. hes such a smart guy, and yet so dumb and adventurous, i love his energy, and i love how hes basically captains puppy???? he really comes in close with damien for me, but we dont get much of his character in ISWM, so honestly its hard to form a solid opinion on him! otherwise i think hes absolutely fucking hilarious and i adore him and his personality.

(6) Darkiplier

i love you. i have the hc of him being edgy and evil, but hes also doing it mostly all for show. i love how its literally all out of spite because he fucking hates actor, and i love how hes just there to fuck up his plans. i love thinking hes just— HES A CAT, MAN. A SNARKY LITTLE SHIT, I LOVE HIM, HES GREAT. i also love the hc that he goes by most pronouns!! mostly he/they, but sometimes she/her and im absolutely fucking here for it. slay girliepop!!!!

(7) Bing

do i. do i have to explain? hes a douche! i fucking love him! over confident idiot, who looks epic?? dude, thats just me!! i just fucking adore his vibe, love how you see him interact with google in fics and shit, i just, THERES JUST SOMETHING ABOUT HIM THAT MAKES ME LAUGH IN SUCH A GOOD WAY!!!

(7.5) Actor Mark

hes a dumb egomaniacal asshole and i love it. hes fucking stupid and greedy, is also a man child, and i can absolutely see him pouting and stomping his foot when upset. HE ALSO KILLS HIMSELF FOR FUNSIES I JUST THINK THAYS FUCKING HILARIOUS??? literally dies and says to damien “hey i want you to be my villain, bye!!” and RUNS OFF TO MAKE ANOTHER UNIVERSE?? HELLO??? also hes evil and im here for that, slay king, fuck things up!

(8) King of the Squirrels

hes funny as fuck and ive read a few fics with him. love how people think he interacts with Bim and the jims, i also think he would be good friends with eric, considering they both LOVE animals!! love his outfit too!! hes just silly, and i like to think hes this nice energetic guy whose just really passionate over squirrels :)

(9) Bim Trimmer

show host. thats it. cannibalistic show host. love it. its me core, i love him. i like to think hes a nice guy, but also has manic undertones and a slight sinister feeling about him and OH BOY AM I FUCKING HERE FOR IT. im a sucker for the over dramatic show host type, and its a reason why i actually love spamton too! i love the “always have a professional smile even though im clearly extremely angry at you, so ill just be as passive aggressive as possible, haha!!” GOD I LOVE HIM

(9.5) Dr. Iplier

OF COURSE I THINK HE MATCHES WITH YHE HOST!!!!!!! their dynamic is so cute in fics dont even fucking get me STARTED. anyways, i love how much of an asshole he is in the skit(s??), but i also love how people write him as this caring and hardworking man. he would get along well with eric, dark, and the host in my eyes! maybe even yancy, because theyre both kinda a reserved character in my mind!

(10) Google

hes cool!! i love that hes a sinister sentient AI, and is always a fucking smartass. i love smartasses that are always serious and always follow the rules. Tenya iida core, iykyk— uh, love the guy!! again, love how hes an asshole, yet i still hc he cares about the others and alla that, he just doesnt show it and blahblahblah. also love his design, its something so simple yet, it really pops!! love the art people make of him, and i also love the asshole confidence hes got—

(10.5) The Host

hes also sosososooooo neat!! again, seen him in fics, i love how some people write him. he deserves love and care, and i think that him and yancy would really connect, considering theyre both outcasts in their own ways! hes a sweetheart who is trying his best and you literally cannot fucking convince me otherwise.

(and then all the others i dont know/care about)

lots of ties, though, hoped you enjoyed this long and VERY autistic ramble about the egos i like-

#eric derekson #eric derekson markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier ego headcanons #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #damien markiplier #actor mark #actor markiplier #yancy #yancy the prisoner #king of the squirrels #king of the squirrels markiplier #head engineer mark #googleplier #bingiplier #bim trimmer #jim markiplier #jim egos #markiplier jim #jim wkm #illinois #illinois markiplier #illinois ahwm #dr. iplier #the host markiplier #host markiplier #yancy ahwm #iswm #ahwm

[sardonic-the-writer]

The egos and the reader have a run in the reader's old bully?

Shesh. As someone with a few past and present jerks like that this'll be fun to write

━MARKIPLIER ☆

Angry man >:(

But also sad man :(

Will react to the situation depending on your take on it. Wants to take your feelings into account while making sure you're happy <3

━DARKIPLIER ☆

Would adjust his suit calmly and leave your side quietly, so quietly in fact that you didn't notice his absence untill you turned to show him something. Instead you saw Dark walking at a cool pace over towards your former tormenter

You didn't hear what he said to them, but by the time you had caught up your bully was running away with a horrified look

Damn you Dark /affectionate

━ANTISEPTICEYE ☆

"ANTI NO GET BACK HERE PLEASE PUT THE KNIFE AWAY-"

You had to tackle him and awkwardly smile at passerby while somehow concealing the knife you thought you had taken away from him this morning before going out-

"Sometimes I feel like you're more trouble than you're worth-"

"Ah yhou know ya love meh."

━WILFORD ☆

Was the first time you had seen your sweet and silly companion falter. And not out of sadness either

You had whisper yelled at him that it wasn't a big deal and to stop walking towards them. It was so long ago Wilford come on please dont cause a scene

He obliged quite reluctantly but made sure to silently glare at them whenever they got near you

━YANCY ☆

Hes picked up how to throw a punch or two in prison (he litteraly murdered his mom r.i.p mrs. yancy) so I don't doubt that this jail bird wouldn't be against kocking someone's lights out

━ENGINEER ☆

I don't see how an old bully of yours would possibly be able to reach you on a spaceship so you're fine <3

But if they did find a way, say through email or something, then Mark would just nudge you to the side to take over your account and be like "hi yes hello please kindly go jump off the nearest bridge without a bungee cord <3"

━ACTOR ☆

This extra ass man would probably get a restraining order baised on claims he made up becuase he's just that fucking dramatic. Cares about you, but he's so extra it's almost comical

━ILLINOIS ☆

Since you're traveling with Illy all the time you never see that shit stain again. Unless of course it was a decomposed skeleton in one of the temples you were exploring heh

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[holdhoiyghost]

"Yeah, and one more thing. I uh..." The man across the glass looks a little sheepish, a lot happy. "I applied for parole."

A pressure builds in the corners of your eyes immediately as you put your hand on the glass separating you two. "Yanc..."

You watch the corners of his eyes crinkle as his hand comes up to meet yours - so close, yet still too far. "I thought about what youse was sayin' when we, uh -" he clears his throat and glances behind him, "when you wrote me that last letter."

You knew what he was talking about, despite having never written any letters. Better to say that instead of 'when I got you out of prison,' yeah? Your eyes move to his hand after he finished with his over-dramatic gesture, ever the theatric.

"And I thought to myself, 'Hey, why not?' You know?" His eyes show nothing but love as he presses his hand against the glass once more.

"Yeah, I... I know." You can feel your chest tighten just a bit as you bring your hand back for just a second to wipe your eyes.

"Aw, hey, don't - don't youse go cryin' now. Youse's gonna make me cry, too." The brunet's eyes start to tear up as he says it, voice thickening as he speaks.

You close your eyes as you smile at him. "Sorry, Yanc, I'm just really happy. I'm proud of you - you've had to do a lot for this, right?"

Your hand finds his on the glass once more, unable to help the way your heart feels a little lighter at hearing all the ways he's tried to improve himself. Tried to improve successfully, at least. Not stabbing anyone was definitely a feat, if the way his tone and actions weren't enough of an indicator.

"Oh, and we've been workin' on this new song, just in case you showed up! Oh, you're gonna love it. Hang on."

Yancy goes to put the phone back on its holder and you quickly tap the glass to get his attention back on you. "Leave it off so I can hear it, Yanc."

"Oh, right. Always forget about that, heh." His voice is a little sheepish as he lays it down on the table before bringing his fingers to his lips to whistle. He grabs a bat from the cubicle and points to the guard before grabbing the chair and moving to the opposite side of the visitation room. The lights change a bit and you feel your eyes start to water once more, propping your chin in your hand and staring at Yancy - center stage, as always.

Hopefully he'll be granted parole. It'll be hard for him, having spent most of his life in prison - but maybe... maybe he'll learn to like life outside of it again. You'll be there for him, of course.

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[franklyshipping]

A Ticklish Reunion ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE THE FIRST FANFIC OF 2023, HELL YEAH! THIS ONE IS BASED OFF A LOVELY PROMPT FROM @coolm456 FEATURING OUR FAVOURITE MUSICAL JAILBIRD, SO LET’S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @il-lee-nois and @yancelee

Yancy was so damn excited! He was convinced today was going to be the highlight of his year, because today was the day he was able to visit his epic prison family and spend proper time with them. Since his release on parole, visits had always been separated by glass and laughter had only been shared over the phone. But now Warden Murderslaughter had said he’d allow Yancy to break a few protocols and spend real quality time with his family for a whole day, which Yancy was over the moon about! The best thing though? He was allowed to bring someone with him, and Yancy had wasted no time in inviting the intrepid explorer Illinois.

Illinois had admittedly felt shocked when he was asked, feeling so flattered that it was him Yancy wanted to introduce to his prison family. Of course, he made a naturally charismatic (and slightly arrogant) comment to hide how touched he was. Yancy had then joked about how he only invited him because he thought he would fit in the best amongst criminals, which naturally Illinois had dramatically gasped at! Banter aside however, as soon as Illinois entered the facility and started being introduced to everyone, his delight peaked. Everyone was so unbelievably kind and warm and genuinely curious about him. It was a family indeed.

‘So, have you been taking Yancy on some of your adventures?’

Warden Murderslaughter asked, sat perched on a trestle table as the rest of the prisoners sat cross-legged on the floor – the Warden had allowed them use of the canteen for their gathering, providing a few blankets and treats (though don’t tell anyone he has a heart, he’ll deny it to the grave!). Illinois grinned up at him. He was sat with his legs stretched out and was resting on his hands, his wide-brimmed hat set down neatly beside him.

‘Oh naturally! He has the adventurer’s spirit for sure… though perhaps not the balance, eh Yance?’

Illinois turned to his left, where Yancy was sat by him, and gave him a nudge and a wink. The ex-prisoner pursed his lips, the familiar warmth of embarrassment threatening to creep up on him. He didn’t mind being teased, but in front of his prisoner family and the goddamn Warden?! Rude.

‘Dunno what you’re talkin’ about.’

Yancy tried to shrug it off, but now Illinois had everyone’s attention. So naturally, he was going to lap up every morsel of it.

‘Oh but of course you do! Now then let’s think… oh! There was that time you tripped into a pit of tickling snakes, and the time you got tangled in the Vines of Mirth, and the time you got punished by that tickle priestess for not adhering to her home’s dress code.’

Yancy’s face got redder and redder as Illinois went on, and the Warden hid an amused smile as he picked up on the ah… pattern, that Illinois was clearly referring to. The other prisoners sent Yancy little looks and grins, since naturally they knew exactly what Illinois was referring to as well.

‘Look, I– h-how was I supposed to know she didn’t like stripes?!’

‘I’m pretty certain I told you beforehand.’

‘W-Well… I-I don’t remember that.’

‘Oh you don’t huh?’

Illinois teased, his smirk broad and smug as he drank in Yancy’s adorable embarrassment. Yancy was crimson as fond chuckles surrounded him, including from the Warden who sent him a warm smile.

‘Nice to see you haven’t changed Yancy.’

The Warden winked, and Illinois cackled when Yancy gaped at him. For Illinois, this was genuinely the most fun he’d had in ages.

‘Aww, well isn’t that just adorable.’

Illinois laughed even louder, and Yancy bristled. The Warden sat up straighter, and Yancy’s family started to smile even wider. They saw the look on Yancy’s face, and knew what that look meant. His embarrassment had now morphed into something different, and dangerous. Yancy could tolerate a certain level of teasing before he decided that enough was enough; he took a breath, smiled, and turned to his family.

‘Hey guys… I think it’s time we teach my friend what happens to cheeky little shits in here. Whaddaya say?’

Illinois’ brows knitted together, he was immediately confused. He looked to the Warden for an explanation, but the man just chuckled. He stood and clapped the explorer on the shoulder.

‘Good luck.’

The Warden walked away, and before Illinois could call after him he was tackled very efficiently to the ground. By who, you ask? Illinois blinked and struggled, and gulped when he realised it was everyone. Yancy’s criminal family were grinning as they took hold of his limbs, ignoring his yelps and splutters. Meanwhile, Yancy was grinning at him with more menace than he’d ever seen before.

‘Woah hey what the heck?! Listen, I know I’m pretty but you guys can put hands on me one at a time you know!’

Illinois tried to act cool and suave to hide his apprehension, which made Yancy snort at him.

‘You can cut the flirtin’ Illinois, it ain’t gonna save you.’

Illinois raised an eyebrow at him.

‘… you sure?’

Illinois then sent a little wink to Bambam, who was sat next to his head – he blushed and smiled, making Yancy roll his eyes fondly. Yancy smiled to Bambam and raised a playful eyebrow.

‘Bambam, if ya don’t mind.’

Bambam sent Illinois a little, apologetic smile… before covering his mouth with his hand. Illinois’ protests were now sufficiently muffled as Yancy straddled the explorer’s waist, cracking his knuckles. Illinois swallowed hard and squirmed, his mind racing with nerves as he hoped Yancy wasn’t going to do what he thought he was going to do. Naturally, his hopes were dashed when Yancy pushed up his tight shirt with a grin.

‘Let’s show these sweet folks how pretty your laughter is, shall we?’

Illinois shook his head with wide eyes, but it was too late. Yancy’s deft, blunt nails made contact with his abs, scratching at them ruthlessly. Illinois burst into a deep fit of giggles, snorting and jolting dramatically at every little scritch and flick. The prisoners holding him all gasped and awwed down him, sharing excited look and whispers as they held him securely. Illinois’ babbles and protests remained muffled, making Yancy grin.

‘Huh? What was that? I couldn’t quite catch that?’

Yancy snickered at the little glare Illinois gave him, and delighted in drawing out a few squeaks at his pinched at his taut, twitching muscles.

‘Not so sassy now huh? It’s a wonder youse is sassy at all with how ticklish youse are.’

Yancy winked down at him, and Illinois’ face blossomed with redness. He jerked about and whined, and now tried his hand at giving pleading looks to everyone who was holding him down. He even went as far as to flutter his lashes at them, which made Yancy snicker. This was so damn priceless!

‘Pfft, don’t think these guys are gonna let you go! They’re real strong, ain’t that right?’

All the guys nodded, smirking at Illinois with evil excitement – this was the most fun they’d all had in quite some time. They all tickled and had fun with other constantly of course, but having Illinois was like have access to uncharted waters – or in this case uncharted nerves. Yancy gave them all a sneaky grin, before he leant down to Illinois and whispered.

‘And trust me, they like gettin’ real hands on.’

Oh no, that didn’t mean–? Yep, it did. Illinois shrieked as new scratching fingers entered his exposed armpits, making him cackle and writhe as Yancy still kept on tickling his poor abdominals.

‘MMPPHH!’

‘Ohoho! I think youses got a good spot!’

Yancy exclaimed at the two guys eagerly tickling Illinois’ poor hollows. The explorer desperately tugged at his arms and sent out as many pleading, handsome looks as he could, but it was all no use – he was well and truly trapped. His armpits and abs were tickled for what seemed like an eternity, time slowing down as his mind hyper-focused on each little sensation. Each drag, flick and scratch, each purred tease, all the smug smiles, all the little winks sent his way. His nerves felt like they were on fire, and everyone’s voices surrounded him like the most flustering symphony as they smirked at him.

‘Aww listen to his squeals!’

‘His face is so red, he could heat the whole prison with that blush!’

‘You sure he ain’t committed any crimes Yance? I kinda wanna keep him.’

Illinois wailed. He felt like he was actually going out of his mind… though deep down he had to admit, there was a big part of him loving all the attention being lavished on him. Yancy could see it in his eyes clear as day too, and though this was technically meant to be a punishment, he was so glad Illinois was happy.

‘Sorry guys ya can’t keep him, youses gotta get all your tickles in while ya can.’

Yancy sent Illinois a wink as he scratched his sides, making the explorer snort and wiggle from side to side. Illinois thought there was no way this could get worse… oh boy was he wrong. The two guys pinning Illinois’ ankles shared a look, smirked, and worked off Illinois shoes and socks. Illinois let out a fearful, high-pitched shriek and tugged at his legs. Yancy and the others just laughed affectionately, and soon enough Illinois was shrieking with wild, bright laughter as nails raked mercilessly up and down his soles. Yancy smirked, now tracing little shapes and swirls against the explorer’s stomach.

‘Aww are they gettin’ your poor tootsies? That’s gotta be torture.’

Illinois had tears welling in his light brown eyes as his ticklers eagerly scratched at his soles and under his toes, leaving no inch of skin un-tickled. That combined with the light flurries of tickling in his hollows and Yancy’s maddening tracing at his stomach… Illinois had no choice. All the poor guy could do now was beg. Well, try to anyway.

‘PLEHEMPHH!’

Yancy gasped dramatically, his eyes lighting up as smugness radiated off him.

‘Ohh youse is beggin’ now huh?’

Illinois wailed as he nodded, his cheeks starting to ache from his constant smile. Yancy grinned wolfishly, leaning over him as he mused.

‘Youse sorry for runnin’ ya mouth and bein’ a brat?’

Illinois nodded frantically, saying yes over and over again as his gaze flicked between everyone imploringly. Yancy chuckled, knowing Illinois couldn’t take much more. So he nodded to everyone, and they all saw the sign for cease and desist in his expression. Illinois gasped loudly as the tickling stopped and his mouth was un-covered. He blinked with amazement, not registering the mercy until Yancy spoke.

‘All is forgiven, ya little shit.’

Illinois giggled, and upon realising his limbs were free proceeded to hug himself and scrunch his feet defensively. His cheeks were red, mouth stretched into an endearing smile, clothes crumpled, and hair strewn every which way. He was the most handsome, bedraggled mess on the planet.

‘Ohoho my… that shohould be illegal.’

Everyone burst out laughing, and then Bambam sent Illinois a cheeky grin.

‘Oh yeah? Ya think someone’ll arrest us?’

Illinois snorted as everyone’s laughter got louder, and Yancy rolled his eyes and caught Bambam in an affectionate headlock. Then before Illinois knew it everyone was complimenting him on his laugh, smile and endurance, and the explorer got to spend the rest of the day listening to all of their wondrous stories and tales. He was nudged, hugged, jostled with, smiled at… and when Yancy sent him a fond smile Illinois realised something. It was true, Yancy did indeed have two families. One in the manor, and one right here… and now Illinois had made his greatest discovery. He’d found a second family too.

AHHH HAPPY NEW YEAR! THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME, I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS FIC AND PLEASE LEMME KNOW IF YA DO! WOOO LUV YOUS XX

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[wilfords-words]

heart shaped lines

CHAPTER TWO

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Rating: E

Characters: Yancy, Y/N, Dark is mentioned

Warnings: None

Notes: yooo subplots!! character depth!!! general tomfoolery!!!!

Music I wrote this to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jenJHsBCxc&list=TLPQMDMwNjIwMjJ9CPhxh6kdZQ&index=1

Taglist: @inkeris , @i-got-a-bad-feeling-about-this

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“I… thinks this is really the start of something… beautiful.” Yancy proclaimed, running a hand through your H/C hair. “What do you mean by that?” You questioned, his unusual seriousness piquing your interest. “I thought- I thought you was in love wit’ me..? Am I wrong?” Yancy said, disbelief dimming his usually bright tone. You removed your head from his shoulder to make painfully tense eye contact. “No, I…-” You began. “No, no. I understands. You would never love some… prison rat.” Yancy temperamentally interjected. “I shoulda known. You was always outta my league.” “Yancy, that’s not what I’m- That’s not what I’m saying.” You argued, finding his jumping to conclusions just the slightest bit presumptuous. “I’m in love with you, Yance.” His mouth fell agape, and he started dramatically looking around with wide eyes. “For reals?!” You chuckled. “Yes, Yancy. For reals.” “I… I love youse too.” “Enough to… break out?” You joked. “Of this place?” He giggled, completing the clever reference. “In all seriousness though, Y/N-” His voice got drowned out by the yelling of others as everyone was escorted out of the cafeteria. You hurried up and left the room, linking pinkies with Yancy. You two were escorted back to your cell, which seemed to allow for more privacy than before, which didn’t seem too bad. “Now, about what you were saying before- would you..,” You lowered your voice. “…break out? For me?” “I don’t- I don’t know.” He pulled you in for a hug and began rubbing your back gently. “But until then, I swea’ on my dead mom I won’t let youse go.” Hot tears slid from your eyes, temporarily staining the shoulder of Yancy’s white shirt. Your mind was naught but a messy pile of thoughts; I love him, I love him, I love him. You backed up a step and cradled his jawline in your dry palms. He raised an eyebrow, but moved his hands around your shoulders. “Would you like for me to kiss you right now?” You asked, quite the polite person. “Yeah.” He smiled. And so your lips connected. His breath tasted like cigarette smoke and cheap mint. He playfully nibbled on your bottom lip. You used your dominant hand to push his stray hair behind his ear and run your hand through it as the kiss continued. Soon it came to a close, and you stared into his eyes for a moment. The skin around them was blotted with tattoo hearts, and you rubbed you finger over them. He laughed quietly. He was perfect. You didn’t want to leave him. Except there was one flaw in your grand plan of staying with Yancy forever: You already had an escape plan for next week. Dark was to come pick you up and bring you to live in the manor with everyone else. He had paid the bail and everything. And the worst part was: Dark didn’t know about Yancy at all. Sure, you had wanted to talk about him a million times before- he had been your silly heartthrob of a crush for months now. But it would have been too risky. You knew it. So you just looked at him, smiling and heart pounding, him not knowing a word of what you had just realized. And maybe it was for the better.

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[justyoursicanon]

It's my nickname! (No it's mine!)

Another one that @luminary-rainchii suggested which was: "wilford giving gardening tips that are very clearly wrong, but entertaining nevertheless?"

"Yandere and Yancy arguing over which stabby ego gets the nickname "Yan Yan" ???"

Lil note: Again apologies for such a long story but thank you rain for these ideas and I hope you don't mind me adding the 2 ideas together ^^

You may start reading ^^

"Wil stop moving my squirrels! You can obviously see their sleeping!" Wilford rolled his eyes as he gently placed the squirrels in a basket and away from the broken-like tree. "Oh don't worry good old pal! I'm only moving them to a more comfy place!" He says while passing the basket of sleeping animals to King. King only grumbles and gently takes the basket. "Oh and do your dear Warfstache a favor and call Yan Yan?" King shrugs and enters back in the manor and passes the dining are where he says aloud. "Yan Yan, Wilford's calling for you outside!" And goes to his spare room. Both Yandere and Yancy look up from what they were doing. Yandere, looking through tumblr and Yancy, wiping his knife. They both didn't acknowledge each other and walked out to the background but one they stood in front of Wilford they both said "Yea?"

Wilford turns back while holding a shovel on his shoulder but his mustache tilts up slightly as he looks between the student and ex-prisoner. "There you are Yan Yan! Don't you remember what day it is?" Yandere and Yancy turn to each other finally noticing the others presence but they both shrugged and said "no" together. And that's when they both started glaring.

Wilford shrugs and just digs the shovel on the ground and sighs. "Well, I suppose I could teach you both. Even though I specifically called Yan Yan." Yandere sighs. "He's obviously talking about me Yancy-" "Youses thinking this wrong dere' Wilford here obviously called me." Both glared as Wilford rolled his eyes again but continues to go with what was planned. "So as I planned about 3 months ago- Today Im going to teach you 2 how to do gardening!" Yandere tilts their head, slightly curious. While Yancy slightly lights up. Wilford then proceeds to tell them to help him cut a half burned tree with shovels, the burnt material still having no reason why its burnt to crisp. But both help the interviewer anyways. Then things started getting a little bit- messy.

Wilford shows them to dig a hole to plant a new seed with an axe, and once they got the hole Wilford somehow found snake sleeping and threw it at Yandere. She actually kept the snake close while Yancy was inching away for his life. Then, when Wilford planted some seeds he suggested to ask both Yan's to put peanut butter because from what Wilford heard from King. 'Peanuts are also nuts and nuts are also seeds! So add it when your planting something again!" Needless to say, everyone got peanut butter on their fingers and spent an hour getting chased by Chica trying to lick it off. And what made both Yan's arguing? Well-

"Yan Yan! Get me the hose before-!" Wilford watched as both Yan's bumped into each other from getting the hose and started screaming their lungs out. "Oh great look what you did Yancy! My skirt is all dirty!" "Youse blaming this on me? Youse bumped into me first!" Wilford wasn't surprised as they argued and dramatically sighed and walked towards them. "Now now Yan's! No need to fight over a little hose-" "Wilford who deserves the nickname Yan Yan?" Yandere asks with a frown on their face. Yancy also frowned and crossed his arms. Wilford crossed his arms with a finger patting his chin as a gesture of thinking.

"Yance! There you are stripes. Have you seen my machete? I can't find it anywhere." Illinois asked with a hand on Yancy's shoulder. Everyone fell silent once they heard the nickname. Illinois raised an eyebrow feeling the awkward tension. "Did-.. I interrupt something?" He asked looking at everyone. Wilford happily sighed and patted the adventurer's back. "You have only fixed a problem my friend! And your machete is in the shed." Illinois nods and thanks Wilford while smiling at Yancy who smiles back, and walks away.

Wilford put his hands to his hips as he looked at both Yan's. "Well that's one problem fixed! Now both of you please help me grab the fresh tomatoes to throw at the neighbors house."

The End ^^

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[tales-from-the-markcu]

Hello! I was wondering what you're top MCU characters are and why?*coughgactormarkcough* Do you have a favorite series? I hope you're doing well! :DD

First off, thank you for the well wishes. I'm doing pretty good, I hope you are as well :3. Second, these are great questions and I'm very happy to answer them.

In terms of my top characters and why, here’s my top 5 (in no specific order)

Actor Mark - Bastard (complimentary). He’s so fun to analyze and think about and make headcanons for. I love how he toes the line between sympathetic and absolutely fucking insane. Like I can totally understand how he ended up spiraling in the wake of... well, everything, and also that the entity of the manor definitely took advantage of his state, but it’s also very fun that he is also a petty bitch who leaves a trail of destruction in his wake. He’s very special to Me

Yancy - I feel like this is kind of obvious, judging on how eager I’ve been to answer all of the Yancy asks, but I love this funky lil prison boy so goddamn much. He’s so fucking dramatic and I adore it. I mean, like, he killed his dad for questioning his fake accent, and there’s an ending where he dance-battles Y/N to death. Man is iconic. Also I’m very gay for him and I want to give him a kiss

Wilford Warfstache - Again, kind of obvious given my blog theme right now, but GOD I love Wilford so much. I just wanna grab him by the neck and dangle him around like a wet noodle. I have so many thoughts about this feral man dear fucking god. His lore is cool as hell too, which is a bonus, and he’s cute!!! My bi boyfriend. My silly rabbit. And my love for Wilford isn’t even an “I can fix him” type of thing. I could make him worse <3

Celine - This list is mainly of characters who came from WKM?/were established there, but I can’t get over Celine. She’s probably one of the most powerful characters in the entire MarkCU, hence why the Entity wanted to yoink her body, but she is also so pretty and cool!! She also isn’t absolutely insane for the most part and seems to be one of few rational people involved in WKM?. Bonus points for that

Head Engineer Mark - Listen. There is so much I can say about this Mark variant. He’s the perfect blend of sweet himbo and cocky bastard, and, though he causes problems, he does not cause them on purpose like Actor does. He has a genuine love and passion for space and his crew, and most notably the Captain, and all of his decisions are made with good intentions; the road to hell is paved with those, after all. The scene of him in the warp core near the end of ISWM2 still has a hold on me almost a year after I first saw it. He may be misguided, but he’s doing his absolute best and I love him so much.

Ironically, when it comes to series, my favorite isn’t WKM? - it’s ISWM. Not only is it incredibly made, every actor’s performance is incredible, especially Mark’s with his many roles. The emotional range of Head Engineer Mark’s character in particular is so amazing to me, and I think about all of the skill and passion that went into that artwork regularly. Plus, it ended up pushing the MarkCU back into special interest territory for me!  This isn’t to say that the others are bad or less than, but I adore ISWM with all my heart. It deserved that Emmy smh.

Once again, thank you for the question, and I’m sorry it took so long to get out a response. I love just about every MarkCU character in a variety of ways, but these five are all so special to me.

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[gottawriteanegoortwo]

Yanois: Third Time’s The Charm

It’s only taken me a year to figure out how to conclude this. You will definitely need a refresher on this story!

Part one: First Impressions Aren’t Always the Best

Part two: Second Impressions Can Bring Misfortune

Alternatively, it’s all on AO3!

Word Count: 2,811

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Yancy had put his name down for Illinois' history course without thinking. It wasn't what he had planned on doing. But now, after three sessions with the class Tiny was in, he was actually enjoying himself.

The overall course was a modified version of a high school module. Yancy remembered history classes from when he was in school. They were boring, soul-sucking slots in the day that didn't care whether or not you actually understood what was going on. Even Illinois' own talk had that similar air of pretence to it. But this was different. The inmates were treated like people, and time was taken to address questions or uncertainties. On his first day, Yancy realised that the group of seven weren't rowdy, but they seemed to like hearing Illinois talk about history.

It sounded easy. From what Yancy had seen of Illinois before, the adventurer loved to hear himself talk. All they would have to do was ask him a question and off he would ramble, presumably with little regard for anything else. 

But he was wrong. When teaching, Illinois was focused. His priority was helping the students and encouraging learning. If someone tried to do what Yancy had assumed, Illinois would answer the question efficiently. No cocky smirks, nor any sort of air of grandeur. Illinois really was just like anyone else that volunteered in the prison. But when someone asked him about the meaning of a name, Yancy was surprised that the long-winded answer was one from a man who adored his job and the fortune of being able to share it with others.

It only proved the impossible: the side of Illinois that openly apologised for his mistake wasn't an act. In fact, his classmates confirmed as much. One quietly admitted that they preferred this side of Illinois, as they felt he didn't need to put on an act to charm and impress everyone. They were all here because they wanted to learn about history.

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At the end of class, Yancy hung back and approached Illinois. "Hey, uh… Y'know that task youse asked me to do since the others is finishing they's projects? I, uh, dunno where to look for myths."

Illinois' face brightened with a grin that was unlike the one he wore when impressing others - one that subconsciously made Yancy give a small smile of his own. "I'm glad you asked me, actually. I have a list of websites that would be -" He paused, realising that wasn't what Yancy was implying. Lightly folding his arms, he sighed. "This is a bit of a pickle. You aren't comfortable with computers, and the reading I've recommended isn't something you are able to follow independently… Leave it with me. I'll come up with a solution before the next class. In the meantime, work on that article I gave you, alright?"

"Yeah. Will do. Thanks."

As Yancy stepped out of the room, he was greeted by Tiny. She had a knowing smirk as she nudged into him as they walked away from the room.

"He's got a crush on you."

Yancy gawked at her like she had two heads. "What?"

"Illinois. He's totally got a crush on you."

"You sounds so stupid right now."

"Do I? He gives you those lovey-dovey eyes when you're not looking." She placed both her hands along her jawline and dramatically batted her eyelids to emphasise this. "He's about two steps away from cartoony hearts flying around his head."

"Knock it off, Tiny -"

"And that's not even the best part! You like him too." 

"What?!" Yancy's exclamation made Tiny cover her ears and giggle mischievously. When he continued, it was in a hushed whisper, "There is no way I's got some sorta feelings for him."

"Have you ever had a crush on anyone?"

"No."

"Then how would you know, genius?" She threw finger guns his way as she backed into the laundry. "See you later."

Yancy flipped her the bird and stormed off to the kitchen.

-

"Hey, Hank? How did you know youse was in love with Mrs Shithole?"

A strange question to ask in the middle of cleaning the kitchen floor, but it was on Yancy's mind the whole time. Shithole Hank snorted and leaned against his mop.

"When she slapped me in the face and called me a jackass for trying to copy her homework. Someone caught your attention, Yance?"

"I didn't think so. But Tiny says she thinks I got a crush on someone, but I never dated when I was younger. I don't know how to tell if she's right or if she's just winding me up. Is there something I missed?"

"Nope. There's no 'right' way to know if you love someone. Depends on the person and the scenario. Might be a mushy, romantic pull, or a physical attraction, or something else. As a whole, it's finding someone you want to spend more time with. Kinda like a friendship, but more personal. The world feels a little less empty knowing they're in it, and no battle seems impossible when they're right there. As for me, well…" Hank gave the younger prisoner a wistful smile, "It was realising that even if she was a snotty bookworm, she had the best laugh in the whole world, and I wanted to be the one who made her laugh the most."

"But why love her if you didn't like her?"

"Because that wasn't all of who she was. That was only the piece I knew. You remember that old phrase about not judging a book by its cover, right? She might have been a bookworm, but she always sorted her pencils by colour to make a rainbow on her desk. She liked playing hopscotch on the brick path outside our high school. Even now, she likes pointing out birds to me, or telling me about her favourite ad on TV. Love lets you see what you don't like, and reminds you that it isn't all they are. Once you get past that, then you can find happiness with them."

-

- 

"Alright everyone. This is the final class for this 'term'. Exam season is coming up, which means I'm going to be swamped by grading and papers. Can't get you lot to grade them for me, sadly." Illinois gave a light shrug as he gave a light-hearted announcement. It was a great chance for him to go around the different prisoners to help them on their projects before the well-deserved break. The mood was light, someone had snatched Illinois' radio to play some upbeat music, and everyone was quietly chatting while answering their research questions.

It was only when Illinois reached Tiny's desk that he realised he was one student short. He never made an open fuss of the attendance he was required to take, opting to count heads and tick them off when he had a moment to himself. 

"Is Yancy not coming?" 

"Thought he was. I haven't seen him since morning count, sorry."

-

The class went without a hitch, but Yancy never showed up. Illinois couldn't help that faint nagging in the back of his mind that something was wrong. If Yancy's friend didn't know what was going on…

Once the class finished, Illinois stepped out to find out what happened. On instinct, he went to the medical wards and ignored the swell of relief when he discovered that Yancy wasn't there. Next, he asked the guards in case there had been trouble. Nothing had happened. As far as the staff were aware, Yancy should have been there. His schedule was the same, and nothing had been reported to them during earlier patrols and checks.

It was better not to dwell on it. He had other matters to attend to before the day was out, and that included tidying up the room for the next classes in the evening. The box and briefcase were brought out to the car, and he returned to the classroom to fetch his coat. 

Waiting beside the desk, looking like a dog with a tail between its legs, was Yancy. With arms folded and his head lowered, he was a far cry from the confident, witty man that had made the class livelier in just three sessions.

" 'm sorry I didn't show up," he mumbled.

"There's no need to apologise. You aren't obligated to come to these if you don't want to. I'm not that strict." Illinois paused to allow the worry bubbling in his chest to lessen. "Did something happen? Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Nah. Nothing happened. I know it's something I should talk about, but it ain't that important."

"If it's troubling you, then it's important." Illinois crossed the room to claim his coat, only to put it on the desk, followed by his hat. "I can't make a promise that I won't tell anyone - it's part of the volunteer's contract to report anything - but I can't let this pass and pretend nothing is wrong with you."

"Youse don't get it, I…" Yancy trailed off with a quick, short shake of his head. "Forget it."

"Yancy. It's alright. You aren't in trouble."

"Not yet. This is something that's gonna get youse in trouble."

"Me?" Illinois quirked an eyebrow. Yancy nodded. "I'm a man who keeps his nose outta trouble. Whatever it is, it won't have any negative effects, I promise." Bar the confused gut reaction, Illinois kept his reaction neutral. He didn't want to sway anything in case Yancy bottled everything up. It was a smart move, as the prisoner let out a heavy sigh.

"Fine. But before I say anything, I don't wanna lose out on the classes when youse is back." Then, silence fell as Yancy shifted his weight from foot to foot to try and shake off whatever nerves were eating at him. "I think I like youse."

Illinois felt his chest squeeze in anticipation. There was no way this moment was actually happening. He was sure Yancy didn't care about him like that. It would easily explain why the class was skipped.

"As… a friend?" It was a silly question, but Illinois needed clarity. If it was purely platonic, then he would be happy to have just that. Having Yancy in his life would be better than nothing at all.

"Well, yeah, but… not just that?" Yancy straightened his posture to admire the overhead light fixture while he rubbed the back of his neck. "I dunno jack shit 'bout these sorta things. I never had any sorta thoughts 'bout no one before."

"Then describe what's in your head. We can try and figure it out."

 Yancy made his way to one of the desks and hopped on it. "It's like… youse is still kinda annoying. That big bravado act can get on my nerves. But when youse is teaching in here, or talking like we is now, it's like youse is someone else. None of that 'tough guy' stuff matters. You makes jokes, eagerly share photos from youses' trip. Hell, you spent a whole ten minutes telling us about some dog you saw on youses' way in the other week . And when you talks about history without feeling like the world has to notice, you gots this real cute smile, y'know? It's like, uh, like you can really share that passion you has for the work you is doing. And, uh… I like that."

All the while, the adventurer could feel his face growing warmer. His heart fumbled over itself as the brain tried to process what it was hearing. Yancy thought he had a cute smile? 

The hesitation that stemmed from surprise was quickly being misinterpreted as disappointment. Yancy withdrew on himself, tried to start some excuse to dismiss himself, when Illinois reached out.

"Wait. Before you go, answer me two questions. One: do you think it is some sort of attraction?"

"I told you already, I don't got experience in this. I'm just going by what someone else said to me. But I guess there's a… something. I don't mind youse being here right now. A-and if we just stayed and chatted like this, that'd be cool."

"Which leads me onto my next question: would you be alright with me coming to see you on visitation day?" It was a sentence Illinois had wanted to say for a long time, and was the only thing he had said that wasn't framed with a tremor in his voice. "It would give us a chance to talk one on one. Not as a prisoner and a volunteer, but as two fellas seeing whether they'd want to start a relationship."

"Hey, no, stop. This ain't something to poke fun at. I'm being serious."

"As am I," Illinois quickly countered. "Why do you think I'm making fun of you?"

"Because - because… look at youse. And then look at me. I ain't your type. A-and anyway, I'm in here for something bad. I'm no better than the dirt on youses' shoe. This is - fuck, I should hate you. Youse is 'sposed to be that pompous prick who's so high and mighty. I didn't mean to do any of this. I didn't mean to even make youse consider a guy like me. I'm sorry..."

 Sorry if you fell in love with me…. They always do.

 How many times had Illinois made that playful quip over the years? It was practically a catchphrase of his. And now, for once, it was being turned back on him. Yancy's apology was genuine, like Illinois' crush was a burden that he was punished with. Did Yancy not see his own wit, or how he had a playful smirk that made Illinois want to smile from ear to ear? What about the humming, or how Yancy had such an easygoing personality?

"Hey, hey, hold on a moment. Do I not get a say in this?" Holding up one hand, Illinois drew attention to himself. "How do you know what's best for me? Or what I want? Why rule yourself out - and I don't want any answers that include belittling yourself." The quick addition was a good move, judging by how Yancy's expression soured.

 "I'm a prisoner."

"Makes it easier for me to find you when I want to see you."

"A murderer."

"Last I heard, you haven't killed anyone lately."

"Everyone is gonna give youse weird looks."

"For what?"

"For being with someone who ain't gonna be free."

"And?"

 A pause.

 "And what?" Yancy frowned.

"And what does that matter? I'm the one who gets to be with you, not them. No one has a right to judge me for my own decisions. I'm a grown man, last I checked." The wink made Yancy glance aside in frustration.

"Okay, fine. What about youses' job here? If we do anything, you gets in trouble."

"Only if I keep it a secret. The volunteer guide actually allows romantic relationships if they're kept above board, and if the volunteer steps away for three months."

"See? And that's gonna mess up -"

"Today was my last day volunteering. My university students have exams starting up soon, and then I have an expedition up in Alaska. I'll be out of town for quite a while. Plenty of time for me to evaluate my feelings, wouldn't you say? But let me tell you something," Illinois sauntered over, resting a hand on the desk so he could lean closer to Yancy, "I've been attracted to you ever since I first met you. I dismissed it at first, but there's something so wonderful about you that I want to try and figure it out for myself."

"Bet you say that to anyone that walks by."

"Oh, no. There's a difference. When I put it on, I keep my distance from the other party. But right now, I want to be close enough to kiss you."

"Then why don't you?"

"Pardon?" The bravado was briefly dropped at the blunt question.

"Kiss me, I mean. Why don'tcha?"

Illinois chuckled. "Simple: I never want to do anything to you without permission. But if you insist…" He pressed forward, finally closing the gap between them. A hand wrapped around his neck to tug him toward the prisoner. The kiss lingered far longer than it should have, and didn't dare deepen. Both were content to simply enjoy the sensation.

 Confessions of love were whispered in the minimal space between Illinois and Yancy before there was another kiss to seal the deal. When they finally pulled apart to look one another in the eye, both could catch a glimpse of how the other had willingly lowered his guard to let the other see the real him.

 "We will both need to report to the Warden. Are you going to be okay with that?"

"Only if you promise to write."

"Darling, I'm going to write you so many love letters while I'm away."

#writersofmark #yanois #awhm yancy #ahwm illinois #yancy the prisoner #(finally able to finish this one. I've felt bad I've delayed it for so long) #dramatic prisoner (Yancy) #cocky adventurer (Illinois)

[obsidiancreates]

The idea of Wilford and Yancy somehow being capable of taming any animal is incredibly funny to me. Wilford mostly uses this to be dramatic (and try to convince Dark to let him keep a tiger as a pet lol). Yancy wasn’t aware of it and got really freaked out that all the prison’s guard dogs were so friendly to him (they just wanted scritchies, Yance!)

Probably it comes from Relentless Optimism And Effort and The Animals Literally Nit Being Able To Maul Or Kill Them

They probably try at first! But damn, this human just won't be reduced to meat chunks, they've got a few scratches at most. Well, time to accept food and love.

#descendants of the trio au #markiplier #markiplier egos

[earnestlyegos]

*wafts over the qna ping pong ball*

What are yalls ideal partner? Or just ideal friend in general?

-🗡

*all of us point to V*

OKAY but for real (kinda), we all pretty much have the same type! ofc there are differences so uhhh, here ya go!

yancy

he likes someone funny who can return the smartassery, and is probably as dramatic as he is! someone whose able to chill but also enjoys romance, and is a good listener! also someone that can handle living simply!! he got used to simple in prison, and genuinely doesnt mind it, and doesnt need much to thrive! he also enjoys someone who is as curious as he is, as “curiosity cant kill two cats!”.

eric

eric also enjoys someone who is kind, which is obvious, a good listener, but especially likes it if theyre open minded! he needs someone who is an animal person, and someone who (with his permission) pushes him a bit out of his comfort zone! he doesnt need romance to survive, but he does enjoy hearing and saying “i love you”! he needs someone who understands him and is able to love him for who he is! someone with a gentle demeanor would be best

mark (head engineer)

uhhh his captain. whether it be romantically, or platonically, hes got a STRANGE fascination for them. but otherwise he enjoys someone who knows what they want! he enjoys having a leader, and someone who is also funny and quick witted. he also likes people who are curious, but especially loves to see someone be as adventurous as him! this also comes with being as stupid as he can be sometimes, and he looks for someone who can both handle his brattiness and also tell him when he needs to stop!

me!

uhhh im aromantic, so preferably someone who is funny (wow surprise) and also someone whose able to chill whilst also being curious and adventurous! i enjoy quick wit and having my assholery served RIGHT back at me!! gimme some sass baby, i wanna be mean to you in public only for you to be mean right back!! make people turn around with surprise when they hear us insulting and bitching at one another (all in good fun of course). But also, honestly, someone who is caring! someone who can let me know they care for me (only every once in awhile!)

also, do let me know if you are interested in the “me” section of these posts, if not ill stop em!! its just cause im EGO-tistical, ha!!

(written by damien)

#damien #markiplier headcanons #yancy the prisoner #eric derekson #head engineer mark

[sardonic-the-writer]

Okay I came up with a few ideas, you don't have to do any of these or add your own uniqueness to it.

1) headcanon of reader getting sick and the boys taking care of them or the other way around (I'm imagining actor being dramatic and acting like he's dying or something)

2) Random dating headcanons are my personal favorites to write. I have like 3 drafts of random headcanons for random egos.

3) more of an actual story. Younger reader gets sent to prison for something, let's say they are like somewhere between 16-19 or something and Yancy is there helping them get used to the place.

4) could be headcanon or story. Reader asking Yancy about his tattoos and how they change or you could do whatever with them.

That's all I can think of for now but my mind is constantly thinking about mark and his egos

I hope you have a good day/night and have fun writting :)

I've done the first one, so might I direct you to this link.

And don't worry. I'll try to work on the other ones soon heh

#sardonics asks

[discordal-egos-and-ship]

1- 20 ot3 asks

OT3 Asks

Send a number or numbers to me in my in box and I’ll answer for my ot3

We're assuming it's this, for Dr.IplierxYancyxHost, aka Dr.Criminal Record - Mod Regal

1. Who sleeps/sits in the middle? Do they switch?

They rotate, but usually Yancy is in the middle. He likes to gravitate towards warmth in his sleep, and hold onto them like they’re plushies. Sometimes, however, the others get middle. Either from Dr.Iplier elbowing his way in after getting off his shift late, or Dr. Iplier just collapsing into bed without care and the Host ending up in the middle

2. What does the bed situation look like?

The bed is primarily grey, with black and grey pillows. They would have white, but they had to get rid of that long ago thanks to Host’s bleeding.

The right side of the bed is primarily Host’s. He has a black nightstand, which contains bandages, his pills, Yancy’s pills, some basic first aid stuff, cat treats for their orange cat, Pumpkin, and a decorative anteater stuffed animal.

The back of the bed, between the mattress and frame, contains a knife. Several knives, in fact, curtesy of Yancy. There’s also some odds and ends, like some change, some cash, and a few poems from Host.

The left side of the bed is primarily Dr.Iplier’s. It contains a charging station, pager, glasses, and a hand-carved and painted wooden doctor teddy bear with a heart atop the black nightstand. He also has a tardis throw blanket that is Van Goh-esque, reminiscent of Starry Night. Yancy helps fold it each morning, so they can extend its lifespan free of wear and tear.

3. Who fights more about stupid things and who ends up having to break up their childish arguments?

Mostly Dr. Iplier and Yancy fight, as they have certain disagreements. Such as over the kitchen, as Yancy reigns there with an iron fist. The Host’ll break it up, eventually, after he’s gotten his laughs. All of them have been known to bicker, however, as they’re all stubborn.

4. Which two got together first? Or did they all start dating each other at once?

Yancy and the Host got together first, after some messing around with each other. Later, Dr.Iplier was added when Yancy started dragging him to have lunch and dinners with him and Host. Quite literally kidnapping him from the hospital.

5. Who do people usually think is the third wheel?

Dr. Iplier, since he came in a good few years after the Host and Yancy started dating. Also, Yancy and Host are rather reclusive, so they tend to frequent the same places when they do go out, and neither like to head out alone.

6. Who is the best cook? Who’s the worst cook? And who is the middle ground?

Yancy is the best, and the Host is the worst, leaving Dr. Iplier as the middle ground (though he’s not great either).

7. Who has been banned from choosing the movie because they have notoriously bad taste?

The Host. He can’t watch them anyway, and he judges solely by title, which, unsurprisingly, turns out to be a big mistake.

8. Who’s the biggest drama queen?

They’re all pretty dramatic, Yancy’s just the loudest.

9. Who’s the most responsible?

Dr. Iplier, on a good day.

10. Who cannot be trusted at home alone?

Yancy cannot be trusted at home alone. He’ll turn the whole place upside down in a burst of energy, or he’ll get wound up. He has a nerf gun when he’s home alone for a reason- so he doesn’t throw knives at anyone who comes to the door.

However, Yancy doesn’t trust Dr.Iplier to not fuck with his kitchen utensils.

11. Who has to drag their partner(s) out to be social?

Dr. Iplier, as Yancy and the Host are both incredibly antisocial. Host, for obvious reasons of woods, being in the body of a serial killer, lack of eyes, talks in third person, and Yancy because he’s been in prison for about half his life by the time he got out, and was fed a lot of lies.

12. Who has to kill the spiders? And who refuses to even get near them?

Yancy refuses to get near them, they creep him the fuck out. He also has bad times, when it comes to bugs. He never knows if they’re real.

The Host is probably the one called to murder, though he’ll just let them outside.

13. Who cries the most?

Probably the Host, with nightmares, general Trauma and guilt over the Author, and visions.

14. Who ends up clinging to one or both of their partners in their sleep?

All of them. They all cling.

15. Who’s the shortest?

Yancy is the shortest at 5’5”

16. Who’s the tallest?

The Host is the tallest at 6′1″

17. Who is the responsible adult at the grocery store?

Dr. Iplier, though the Host can be if he really has to. However, Host also has fun whining, and messing with his lovers.

18. Who acts like a child every time they go shopping?

Both Yancy and the Host are equally childish I think, besides for when they withdraw thanks to people.

19. Who is forced to drive while the other two make out on the back seat on road trips.

Considering neither Yancy nor the Host have a license, Dr. Iplier.

20. Who is banished to the back seat while the other two talk in the front on road trips

Yancy, as he messes around with the radio too much. He also certainly isn’t allowed to drive, because he has bad road rage.

#Dr.Iplier #Yancy ahwm #yancy ahwm #The Host #Dr.Criminal Record #ot3 #Mod Regal #Mod Doc #Markiplier egos #ego shipping

[theauthorlives]

Oliver peeked his head into Yancy’s cell with a little smile, holding something behind his back. He really wanted to get something for the guy who helped him adjust to prison life all that time ago. When asked what he had, the mute attorney held out a hand and opened his pale fingers. It was an assortment of a few rings— some made, one found— and Oliver shrugged.

‘metal working class, and this one—‘ A tarnished gold one with some carvings in it was held up, ‘—I found under your tree. one of the gang may or may not have helped me get your finger sizes.’ Oliver signed with a smile.

@oliver-ashcroft-documents

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The creak of the cell door caught Yancy's attention from his mission of organising the items in his tiny locker. With his back to the door, he craned his neck to see who had arrived and whether they were worth his attention.

"Well well, if it isn't Crash himself!" He's still deciding what nickname best suits Oliver. One to reference how he literally crash-landed into prison, perhaps? A friendly face guaranteed his cleaning could be done later as he hopped onto his feet to properly face Oliver and see what was on the other's mind. "What's that youse is hiding? You get youse's hands on something neat?"

There's a pause, and a series of surprised blinked as he was presented with rings. As soon as he realises at least one was made by hand, it's lifted so he can investigate. "This is fucking cool. Trying to work on something small ain't easy, that's for sure." Whatever other compliments he wanted to give are swiftly forgotten as the found ring's origins were explained to him. It's a pretty ring. An old one, too - or at least, Yancy didn't recognise it. If a ring had been found, it would have been handed over, right?

"Is that why Tiny was trying to read my palm the other day? That sneaky fuck." He never would have guessed what she was up to! It's enough reason to take the rings and try them on. Sure enough, they fit like a glove.

"These are real cool, man. Gonna have to take some time to show these bad boys off." A moment is taken to dramatically flourish them like a woman who is showing off an engagement ring. Then, he chuckles softly. "Never had properly jewellery of my own before. Thank you. Really."

#oliverashcroftdocuments #(did this get longer than expected? Yup :D ) #(he loves them so much and will figure out a way to show them off without losing them!!) #(also I'm gonna schedule whatever other asks I have to not clutter the dash!!)