#driplierst

[egosandchaosandmoreohmy]

Could I get a hi or something from dr. Iplier or the host for the doodle thing? Sorry if that idea doesn't make sense I don't know exactly how you wanted the prompts phrased 😅 they're just my faves

Dr. Iplier: Ah, a new patient? Hello.

Host: The Host greets the new comer.

Hope you enjoy!! They’re my og legacy considering I used to be the driplierstdaily blog

#markiplier #markiplier community #markipliergame #markiplier egos #driplierst #dr.iplier #the host #host markiplier #host #driplier #dr iplier

[fankhx-invasion]

This was a driplierst moodboard i made like 4 years ago in my Freshman year of Highschool! I still love that I kept it around in an old drive of mine!

#driplierst #doctor iplier #dr iplier #the host #moodboard

[lostcybertronian]

For requests!!! “There’s always tomorrow” with DrIplierst please? <3

Post-Author Pre-Host ANGST

Trigger warnings for graphic depictions of blood and some gore.

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Prompt: “There’s always tomorrow.”

There were no windows and only one clock in the clinic– in his office, where he couldn’t see it– but Dr. Iplier had the distinct impression it was late at night. He was, of course, right, but he wouldn’t find that out for a while yet. In the meantime, he busied himself with cleaning up the globs of blood-pus-soaked gauze, dumping his instruments into a tin of isopropyl alcohol on his way to the biohazard bin. He talked in a futile attempt to break the oppressive silence. 

The Author did not talk back, like he might have a week ago. He slumped on his side in the hospital bed so his wounds might drain, empty eye sockets oozing blood and yellow-ish pus. He was deathly pale and had lost weight, but Dr. Iplier had gone to great lengths to keep him clean and well-hydrated; his hair thinned but it shone, brushed painstakingly back from his forehead. 

He returned to the Author’s bedside and checked his pulse, then took his blood pressure, though little had changed since the last time, then sank into the chair at the bedside, his knees screaming with relief. The doors slid open and Google Blue appeared, his face set in its constant calm impassivity. “Has the Author regained consciousness?” He asked brusquely, without offering any form of greeting or forewarning.

Dr. Iplier didn’t bother standing up. He massaged his forehead with one hand and avoided Blue’s neon eye. “Not that I know of.”

“Can you even tell?” Something like derision flickered across the android’s face.

A shrug. “He doesn’t have eyes to open. Whatever did this to him made sure of that. And his heart rate is the same as it was an hour ago.” Dr. Iplier sighed. “But there’s always tomorrow.”

“Inform me when he wakes up. Or if he starts to talk.” Blue left the clinic without another word.

Dr. Iplier sighed again. Then he took the Author’s limp, clammy hand in both of his and squeezed it tight.

#dr iplierst #dr iplier #the author #the host #markiplier egos #writersofmark #fanfiction #ego shipping #lostandwandering #my writing #lost writing tag #writing prompts #angst #horror #hurt/comfort #googleiplier #google blue #tw blood #tw gore #asks #aceforwhatevenisthis

[aceforwhatevenisthis]

FOR THE SHIP GAME IDK WHICH ONES TO ASK so I'm just gonna say rank three ships you really like / want to talk about 👀

fjsadjasdjk ty for the creative liberty boog now you get to listen to my thoughts

(in no particular order)

DrIplierst (Doc x Host)

they're both fucked up, they're both trying their best to be good, they get into all kinds of situations, i want to make them suffer (in a writer kind of way because the angst potential for them, my god)

Raeda (Raine x Eda)

they are everything to me, they deserve to be happy, they are rare older queers who make it through, they have always loved each other even when they were still figuring out their own selves and dealing with their own problems, hold on im gonna cry

Obi-Wan x Satine (i dunno their ship name)

"Had you said the word, I would have left the Jedi Order" WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS LEVEL OF ROMANCE DOING IN MY STAR WARS CARTOON AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (crying even more now actually)

#ace answers #shaniacsboogara #star wars the clone wars #star wars #obi wan kenobi #satine kryze #markiplier #markiplier egos #dr iplierst #dr iplier #the host #the owl house #raeda #raine whispers #eda clawthorne #i have so many thoughts on all three of these but my thoughts are just an unhinged incoherent mess rn

[iamfruitie]

What are your opinions on Dr Iplier x Host?

It's a fun ship!

While my go-to is Schneeplier, I often write Edward and Host having a close relationship with Edward really caring for Host

So turning that into a ship is hella easy

#anon #im sure this has a ship name #but i can't recall #dr.iplier/host #driplierst #maybe

[sweetest-honeybee]

I drew my fave bois

#mariplier #my art #dr iplierst #driplierst #dr iplier #driplier #the host #markiplier

[iamvegorott]

How about I give you more rare pair hell with pets?

Bingsepticeye and Angus have a small robotic dog that Bing himself built. Angus takes the doggo out whenever he goes out into the forest, and Bing normally “sleeps” with said dog as well as runs maintenance on the dog.

Bingiplier and E-Boy have a brightly colored bird of some sort. Bing likes to teach the bird lovely phases to tell E-Boy, so his love for him could be made clear to the other. E-Boy likes to have the perch on his shoulder as he does photos and videos.

Robbie and Eric have a service dog as Eric needs the dog to calm down and I like to hc Robbie is particularly blind (due to being a zombie), so dog is there to help him see.

Host and Dr. Iplier have also have a service animal but it isn’t a dog, it’s a bird (probably an intelligent, elegant-looking one). Host normally keeps the bird around as it helps him see, but there are times where he “writes” lovely poems for Dr. Iplier and sends the bird Dr. Iplier’s way.

Have something cutesy as I think of something angsty -Angst Anon

Lovin some rare pairs

And I’m terrified for the angst

#angst anon #bingsepticeye/angus #bing/e-boy #robbie/eric #driplierst #took me a bit to find that ship name XD #i knew it was something like that but could think of it on my own

[fioxis]

The Host as G4?

Local radio host decides on the wrong day to wear only a shirt XDD Also I couldn’t resist adding some driplierst dfshdfhjjdksCommissions are Open! | Support Me on Ko-fi

#the host #dr iplier #driplierst #the host markiplier #markiplier #iplier egos #drawn by me #drawn requests #fanart #digital art #doodles #Anonymous

[inkribbon796]

What ships are endgame in your fic?

My endgame ships for Masks and Maladies are:

LAMP (Logan/Virgil/Patton/Roman)

Dukeceit (Remus/Janus)

Darkstache (Dark/Wil)

Bingle (Bing/Googles, yep all of them)

Driplierst (Dr Iplier/Host)

EricIlly (Eric/Illinois)

Doctorglitch or Antisein (Henrik and Anti, this one takes time to set up because both these boys are dense, also this ship has so many names I’m never sure what to tag it as)

Normally I’d throw a ship like Marvin/Jackie but I had Seán as Jackieboy Man and do not feel comfortable ship the real Jack with anyone but his current girlfriend.

If any other ships wind up happening I’ll toss them in here but for now I think I’ve got everyone.

#superhero au #anon asks #asks #ships for days #LAMP #dukeceit #darkstache #bingle #driplierst #ericilly #Doctorglitch

[ego-ipliers]

My boys my boys!!!

I got on the february Mood!! It's loving iplierst hours!!

And i wanna Tag @doctordiscord123 'cause her writing inspires me to draw the egos 💚

#markiplier #markiplier egos #driplierst #pride #mlm pride #the host x dr.iplier #dr.iplier #the host #the host Markiplier #digital drawing #my art #markiplier tag

[lamiasluck]

Colourful Language

A drabble for @emptynarration cause he deserves soft Author content uwu

Ship: Author/Dr. Iplier

Warnings: Edward swears a bit

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“Author?!” A shrill voice rang throughout the library.

The Author froze at his desk, pen held still on the parchment he was writing on. He cautiously raised his head with a confused expression. “Yeah…?” he called out.

Fast paced footsteps made their way to Author's office, and soon enough, Edward burst through the door with a pissed off expression. Author sat dumbfounded at his appearance, not focused on his expression, but on something much more eye catching. The doctor’s coat Edward wore, the one he loved more than anything, was dyed a light pink. 

Author had to slap a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. “I love that colour on you,” he muttered, taking in Edward’s appearance more. All it took was one giggle and he went into a laughing fit. He slapped his hand against his desk and doubled over in tears. 

“I hate you so much…” Edward crossed his arms as he glared at Author. As bright as his appearance was, he had nothing but malice in his heart.

“What the hell happened?”

“Wilford is so fucking smart and decided to wash his suspenders with my coat,” he snapped. He nearly strangled Wilford for this crime, but luckily Wilford reminded him that he has a boyfriend capable of altering reality. 

“Watch your language, pinky.” Author said with a snarky tone. If looks could kill, then he would be dead at his desk. Good thing he had the advantage of being Edward’s boyfriend, because surely the glaring man would not hesitate to rip him to shreds if he was someone else. He shined a bright smile at Edward, clearly enjoying every moment of this.

Edward pressed his lips into a tight line, tapping his foot impatiently. “You’re going to fix this.” 

“Am I now?” Author snickered. “I didn’t know that.”

“Fucking christ… just write in that damned notebook of yours and fix this.”

Now he was really playing with fire. Just how he likes it. “There you go again with that potty mouth.” He dramatically shook his head and tsk-ed. “I thought you’re supposed to be a professional?”

For a moment, Edward simply stared at Author deadpanned. It was a surprise he didn’t literally burst into flames and grow demon horns. He spoke again in a stern voice. “Getting my medical license removed will be worth skinning you alive, Author.” 

Still, Author kept his cocky composure. “Alright, alright, I think you look nice in pink, but I’ll fix your coat…” he leaned back in his chair as a mischievous smile stretched across his lips, “if you kiss me first.” 

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“What?” Author tilted his head innocently. “It takes a lot of power to change stuff, y’know? I think I deserve something in return! A loving kiss from my loving boyfriend will suffice.” Another laughing fit overtook Author and he closed his eyes. Unbeknownst to him, Edward creeped closer to his desk. Eventually, Edward got close enough and pulled Author forward by his shirt.

“H-Hey! You weren’t serious about the ‘skinning alive’ stuff were you?” 

Edward’s grip was firm and unbreaking. Their faces were incredibly close to each other. Edward could see the stunned expression painted all over Author’s face clearly. The sight made him huff out a bit of laughter and shake his head. “You’re an asshole, you know that?” 

Without warning, he pulled Author forward more and connected their lips in a harsher than usual kiss. Author made a surprised, muffled sound, but he soon relaxed into Edward’s hold. Honestly, Author knew he deserved the rough treatment. Did he regret his actions? No, not in the slightest.

Soon after, Edward backed away and crossed his arms again. “Is that good enough for you?” Author sat back down, his cheeks as pink as Edward’s coat. 

“Yeah, that’ll do,” he replied breathlessly. All sense of cockiness was kissed away, which was a relief for Edward. He fished out a fresh piece of paper and began to write. Not a minute later, Edward’s pink coat faded into its usual white.

Edward smiled as he saw his normal coat. “About damn time.”

“Wow, not even a ‘thank you’? I’m hurt.” Author faked a wounded expression, frowning up at Edward, and rolled his eyes. 

“Someone’s gonna kill you because of your attitude.”

Author shrugged. “Worth it.” He twirled his pen between his fingers and smirked. “I should get you some pink clothes, it’ll look nice on you.”

“As long as you don’t turn my clothes pink… knock yourself out.”

#the author #dr iplier #driplierst #markiplier #markiplier egos #fanfic

[smol-gay-enby]

#my art #worried bf #iplier egos #the host #dr.iplier #dr. iplier #driplierst #i love these two

[snarkyfinch]

Author and Edwards first date versus Host and Edwards first date?

His first date with the Author was exhilarating. They sped down the roads in Author’s car, the roof down to let the wind blow their hair and leave pages of Author’s stories behind them wherever they went. Author blasted music as Edward laughed, both just trying to have the time of their life.

His first date with Author was lustful, but never truly romantic. As Author pressed him into the mattress and covered his neck in bruises, he never returned the gentle caresses Edward gave him, nor did he return the soft gasps of “I love you.”

His first date with Author left him alone and sore in an unfamiliar home, fumbling through the kitchen as he tried to find some kind of food and pretend his heart didn’t ache every time he remembered that Author had just left. No note. No text. Just gone, back to his stories and his characters without a single care for how Edward would feel.

His first date with the Host was quiet and warm. They spent the night in together, a movie playing quietly in the background as they giggled over pizza, lava cakes, and cheap wine. Host was the first to notice when the movie finally ended, but neither of them bothered to put on another one. Instead, they kept sharing words.

Edward’s first date with Host lead to Edward curled up with Host in his arms, listening with a smile to Host’s sleepy mumbling. “The Host loves Edward more than words will ever be able to describe. It causes his heart to ache whenever he thinks of him.”“That doesn’t sound healthy.”

They laugh late into the night, and when Edward wakes in the morning he isn’t alone.

#docthor #driplierst #the host #the author #dr. iplier #snarky's ficlets

[bronze-and-silver-keys]

Dr. Iplier x The Host, maybe?

He has bad nights sometimes, and Edward is always happy to take a break from his midnight shift to calm him down with a good book

#my artwork #skyes doodles #mark fischbach #markiplier #markiplier egos #the host #dr iplier #doctor iplier #edward iplier #the author markiplier #the host markiplier #driplierst #dr iplier x the host #the host x dr iplier #ask tag

[bing-iplier]

The Darkest Secrets are in the Woods

//GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 7 BOYS

//i’m actually proud i did most of the days bc Boy Howdy am i bad at this here whole memory thing

//anyways @lostcybertronian thanks for the fun event and giving my inspiration for the last day (go check out their story here!

//also @palpalbuddypal and @xpouii i’ve bene reading y’all stories this entire time and i am Dying they are all so good and God if i’m not a slut for pal’s God complex Author and Xpouii’s series (but that asylum fic holds my heart ngl)

“Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.” How often had he heard that phrase? 

Wilford said it often when he was being nosy and going through other’s stuff. Host, however, always hated that phrase. “Some things are better off staying unknown.” He’d reply.

Edward wished he’d listened to Host as he ventured deeper and deeper into the library. 

The bookshelves had at one point become trees. He was sure of that fact.

Bookshelves don’t stretch towards an open sky. Don’t become rough and absent of books. 

Carpet doesn’t smell like decay, and hungry eyes don’t peak through gaps in the books. Not in Host’s library. But he wasn’t sure if he was even in the Host’s realm anymore.

The forest was painstakingly familiar and yet foreign at the same time. He recognized the trees, even recognized a river he eventually stumbled upon. He and Author used to swim here, laughing and hidden from the world. 

The farther and farther he went, the more and more the memories started coming back. Racing through the forest as something chased after them. Playing hide and seek while drunk. Chasing after Author while the other ran naked through the woods, covered in mud.

He heard Host calling him in the distance. He knew he should go back. Should go and run into Host’s arms and never look back. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He felt compelled to keep walking forward. Why? He didn’t know. 

Eventually, he reached it. He knew he would, but it still seemed impossible. 

The cabin.

It should have rotten away. Should have burned, or been destroyed by neglect. Yet it looked perfectly in tact. Almost like it was cared for. Numbly he wondered why there were lights on when it should be abandoned.

Host’s voice was more frantic behind him, practically screaming. But he couldn’t hear him. Not when the forest was hostile to foreigners, and Host wasn’t welcome anyway.

Edward, though. Edward was an old friend, a diamond in the rough. The forest loved him, and in return Edward loved it.

It’s the only reason he was able to reach the cabin alive.

The door creaked open. Author smiled, leaning against the door frame. “You’re late.”

Edward blinked, smiling in return. “Oh, shut up you hypocrite.”

Host’s screams were swallowed by the forest.

Author’s smile became a smirk as he pulled Edward inside, eyes glinting maliciously.

Edward didn’t notice the writing on the Author’s arms. All he noticed was how nice it was to be home.

The cabin door shut.

And the forest was silent once more.

#docthorweek2k19 #docthor #driplierst #dr iplier #host #author #doc writes #;) #shipping

[glitch-in-the-code]

Driplierst?

You're sick of feeling numb

You're not the only one

I'll take you by the hand

And I'll show you a world that you can understand

- Pain, Three Days Grace

#not a qoute #lyrics #driplierst #anonymous #adrien speaks