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thelostcryptid · 1 year
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Within the Markiplier universe, there's a universe where Mark is just . . . Mark. Not Markiplier. He's just Mark Fishbach.
Within that universe, there's no Darkiplier, no Damien, no Wilford, no Unus Annus. No Markiplier fans. He's just a normal human being.
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innudoggy · 2 years
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Ego-Inktober 2022, Bury/ Buried & Heist
So peculiar…
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Here you go Yancy stans I’ve never met people with so much audacity/pos
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simpofmanymen · 11 months
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Yes, yes they are in order in each tier- I also was not aware some of these were even egos-
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writtengalaxies · 1 year
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Any hcs for the Heist Egos? Cryptid or not, up to you! :D
Ooooh time for thonks! I leaned a little away from cryptozoology, and a little more towards folklore and mythology, but...well. Have these!
Captain Magnum
Absolutely has met sirens.
And a kraken.
Honestly, he might not be fully human himself, not with that jump and height. I mean. The man has logs for peg legs. No one knows what the hell is up with him though.
He's not-so-secretly descended from a legacy of pirate captains. He thinks it's a secret, everyone else knows it.
Yancy
That accent he picked up from watching old gangster movies.
He knows how to do knife tricks with a butterfly knife...but has a comb version of it instead to help keep his hair slicked back.
While plenty of people would first jump to sirens as part of his ancestry...it's not actually.
He has a great-great-whatever grandfather who was (or still is) a nøkk. Honestly, he doesn't know himself.
Illinois
He's a professor. You can't tell me he's not a history professor or like...even specifically a Classics major. He has the vibes and yes I know he's a parody of Indiana Jones, and yes I personally think of them as rivals.
The reason his adventuring partners keep dying, as he's said, is that he has a curse on him.
He also has some god-given gift of ABSURD luck.
He probably also is a bit superstitious despite saying he's not, as anyone who works a lot underground is. Does he leave offerings for the tommyknockers and listens to the knocking? Yep. Has saved him more than once.
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So this came from a joke I made with my younger sibling then I spent 3-4 hours on this shitty joke. Enjoy
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craftartz67 · 2 years
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Markiplier Egos + Detective Abe and Avery(DA)
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yancy boy (and the reference) the bc i needed to practice drawing in a realistic style so I can draw some of my own characters :)
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cheeryraccoon · 2 years
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First and Last - Yancy
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For clarification, it's all fluff.
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"Fifteen minutes, ok?" The officer told you.
You nodded and entered the visiting room. It was a quite bleak and dingey room. There were pitch black chairs in front of the clear glass. This is your first visit to your new boyfriend Yancy after he helped you escape. You were at the prison for a few months and, without much else to do, you became close with Yancy. You knew you wanted to get back to the real world even though you cared so much for your friends who were now like family. Yancy understood and broke you out, he also made you promise to visit him and the others every third Sunday.
You sat down in the third chair on the row and looked through the glass. There he was, your raven haired, tattooed boyfriend. He said something but you couldn't hear since he hadn't picked up the phone yet. You picked up the phone on your end it pointed to his. He realized he forgot and picked it up.
"Thank youse for reminding me, always forget that part. Anyway, hey! I've been missing youse! How are things? I would've thought youse would be laying low right now but youse is here!" He lowered his voice for some parts as he spoke.
"Yeah! Things are pretty good, I got a new ID from someone I know and I basically restarted. I got a well-paying job and have a nice apartment. I really miss everyone here though, mostly you." It was true, although you were happy with your new life, you missed your prison family and your boyfriend dearly.
"Awe, we miss youse too! Well, I miss you most of course."
You looked into his dark brown eyes, not only seeing so much love in them but a hint of sadness at the fact you two are separated by the glass.
"How are things with you? Any new songs?" You asked him.
"We're working on one! It's kinda sci-fi like, I think you'd like it. Once we finish we'll perform it for you!" He said excitedly.
"I can't wait to see it Yance."
"So... I've been doing real good after "reading your last letter". I decided to apply for parole. I dunno, I guess I just wanted to be with you more than here." Yancy smiled as he told you the news.
"Oh my gosh! That's amazing Yance! I'm so happy for you!" You could already see your lives when he's on parole.
You and him living happily in your apartment. Maybe you'll get a dog! Maybe two! You knew whatever you two did, you'd be happy.
You laid your hand on the glass, and Yancy put his over yours.
"I should get a response in about a month. I'm so excited to be with youse again. I will be visiting here though."
"That's perfectly fine." You nodded.
"Times up. Say your goodbyes." A guard said behind you.
"Man, already? Well, I will hopefully see youse in about about a month. I love you, Y/N." Yancy said.
"I love you too, Yancy." You put up the phone and stand up from the chair.
You wave goodbye to Yancy and turn towards the door. You smile to yourself, knowing that this was your first and last visit to Yancy in the Happy Trails Penitentiary.
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liquidspace68 · 2 years
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WILFORD MOTHERLOVIN WARFSTACHE!!!! My fav ego!!!
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Wilford Warfstache and Bim Trimmer:
The new faces of birthdays and fun welcomes you to the largest location of Iplier’s Birthday Palace! With a love for glitter, attention, and fun, these two are sure to be a blast for the whole family!
Meet Wilford Warfstache: This delightful chap with a love for pink is the star of it all! He runs the main entertainment alongside his apprentice on the Main Stage, spinning the prize wheel for any lucky children!
Meet Bim Trimmer: The apprentice of Wilford Warfstache who adores the spotlight. He has big dreams of one day becoming the superstar of his own establishment! For now, he resides on the main stage beside his mentor and performs general entertainment including the beloved Glettitm shower!
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thelostcryptid · 2 years
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Would @markiplier 's multiverse be called the Markiverse?
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innudoggy · 2 years
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Ego-Inktober 2022, 26: Bone/ Bones & Ego.
Illinois found something interesting on his journey.
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I’m on a roll so if I have a sudden increase this week it’s cause I’m prepping to finally watch iswm
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meanya · 2 years
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Boy am I glad that they’re frozen in there and that we’re out here
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writtengalaxies · 2 years
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Date Night
Characters: Yancy x GN!Reader
Word Count: 962
Spicy Rating: A mention of a fear of heights
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As one of the very first things that you did after Yancy's parole was done, and he was finally fully free, was take him to the local county fair.
Autumn, you insisted, was a better time for fairs and festivals than the summer. It made the hot drinks and sugary snacks found around every corner feel satisfying and taste all that much better, and less like you were going to be sick from eating that many sugary foods. You wouldn't be sweaty, there weren't biting bugs, and there was less of a chance of half the fair closing simply because a surprising summer thunderstorm.
"Have you ever been to one?"
Yancy tucked his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket as you stood in the grassy parking lot, bundling up into your favorite sweater.  "Youse know? I don't think I've ever been."
"Never?"
"Yeah, it just ain't...I, uh. I's been locked up for a long time, sweetheart. Woulda remembered somethin' like this."
You hook your arm into his, pulling him along gently. You were going to make this a date to remember.
You had planned everything carefully, arriving during the afternoon. The families with the smallest of children were more likely to leave before dinner, so it would be less crowded, better for him to adjust to the bustle of more people. It also meant that you could take the few short hours before dark doing all the fun festival things that would close around sundown, leaving the evening and night for the fair's midway. You walked through the competitions, watching as he marveled at the utter size of pumpkins submitted for the largest contest. You made it through the building housing the various horses, trying to hold back a laugh as he stare in awe (and a little bit of terror) at one of the draft horses.
"Those ain't supposed to get that big. That seems like that's a crime against nature," he muttered, making you laugh louder before you pulled him away. One of the other buildings had a long line when you had come in, that was dwindling now.
"Ever had an apple cider donut?"
"No? How in the hell do youse make a drink into a donut?" You pulled him into the line, letting him stare in wonder at the frying system as you buy a half-dozen donuts. The still warm, sugar dusted donut was a sweet treat for you, and after his first bite making his eyes light up with the sweet, Yancy polished off the other five with ease.
"What's a pettin' zoo?"
"It's where you get to pet a couple different kinds of farm animals, usually."
"Youse can do that?"
You knew what you had to do. He seemed nervous and unsure, among the few older children lurking around, until one of the farmhands keeping an eye on everything offered him a bottle to feed one of the goats. You knew you weren't getting him out of there any time soon, and more so once you followed him towards the calves. Sure, watching a full-grown man with slicked back hair, tattoos, and a leather jacket nearly cry at a petting zoo was probably unsettling to the stereotypical looking soccer mom trying to convince her children to stay away from him, but it didn't matter to you. Yancy was too busy being taken by the sweet cow who kept nudging her head into his hands, wanting another round of scritches.
The afternoon slid into evening, and as the first lights came on for the rides, you turned to watch Yancy's eyes light up in unison. It was time to bring him to the other half of the fair, the part you were looking forward to the most. You weren't sure if he'd like the rides nearly so much as the games, so you knew you had to bring him through the games part of the midway first.
As you approached the ring toss, his brow furrowed for a split moment before he took off running towards the game with a big smile and a shouted hello. You discovered, as he won round after round at game after game, that many of the people here were former fellow inmates of his from Happy Trails Penitentiary. Everyone was just as surprised and happy to see him, turning the games into a good meet and greet of people he had lost contact with after they had gotten out. As you made your way through the games thoroughfare, more often than not you would stand off to the side as he exchanged numbers with the person running the booth. With how many wins he also racked up, you ended up handing off most of your prizes to the few kids still left at the fair as the hours slipped away.
Finally, you convinced Yancy to give the rides a try, barely holding back a yawn.
"How's about this, doll? We do one ride, then head home?"
"Alright. You pick, then."
"What's that one? The big light-up wheel?"
You felt yourself get nervous, your fear of heights threatening you. Closing your eyes, taking a deep breath, you convinced yourself silently that this was the one thing he got to choose today, after you dragged him around. You could do this.
"Alright."
It wasn't as bad as you thought, so long as you could continue to steadfastly stare straight out over the horizon, rather than looking down. It was easier to ignore the swooping weightlessness in your stomach, the way you felt dizzy and sweaty. Yancy wrapped an arm easily around your shoulders, holding you tightly. At the top of the ferris wheel, he gently took your chin, guiding you to look at him for a moment before he gave you a soft kiss, romantic through-and-through, before whispering against your lips.
"Thanks for the wonderful date, babe."
You'd face your fears a thousand times for him.
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