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orange-waterfalls · 2 years

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Ramblings of a Detective

Detective!Mark Iplier x reader

ty anon for the request

A/N: I blacked out and this happened. They said detective Mark and I got so excited. Waxing poetic from someone else’s POV is so fun so I liked this one a lot. I was happy to keep going, but I wanted to get it out there. It was beta-read this time so I’m disappointed I can’t tag it as “no beta we die like Lady”.

Our boy is Yearning. It’s from Space Detetcive Mark’s POV. Switches from 1st person to 2nd person like halfway through. Also switches from past to present tense because I don’t care lol. Celci’s in here for 2 seconds because she and Mark both have crushes on the Captain and I stand by that. Enjoy. Please for the love of God, enjoy. ALSO you guys should listen to Ramblings of a Lunatic by Bears in Trees. Unrelated to the fic but it’s the only thing I could think of for a title.

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I sat back in my chair, creaking as it went back and forth like the whines of a lost little puppy calling for its mama. The chair was old, older than me, I think. It was a nice chair, dark wood that bent a little at the connections of the back to the seat. Suppose it deserved a little flak. It was just a chair, it did its best. I liked the chair. What’s more I liked what I could see in the chair.

I could see the board, filled from edge to edge with images and clippings and papers, all connected with a red line that came back to one edge. No matter what way you go, where you go, what you do, it all comes back to this. It gave me a strange sense in my chest, a feeling I wasn’t used to. Like I know this. Like I’ve been here before. But that’s impossible. I didn’t even know what we wanted to find out.

I could see out the window into the vast expanse of open space. The darkness and stars and distant planets and galaxies that we may get to see soon. The cold, unyielding, unloving embrace of the void with almost certain death within and beyond its grip. I could feel the existential dread in my bones, the fear in my heart, the adrenaline in my veins. It was terrifying.

It was wonderful.

“Oh, to die surrounded by stars.” That was the quote they’d hung up on the wall. I’d asked where it came from, what it meant. They shrugged. They made it up. Isn’t that something?

My favorite thing to look at, however, was the Captain. Oh Captain, my Captain. The one I’ve loved for so long but they just can’t seem to see it. They wander around, trailing their hands over things they’ve seen a thousand times before and will see a thousand times more. Little, insignificant things. A book, a mug, a plant. But they look with such fervor, such intensity and passion, as if they will never see any of it again.

I like watching the Captain. I suppose that’s a weird thing to say, but I do. I like seeing what they do when they think no one is looking. They sway and shift and tap their feet, always seem to be doing something, always seem to need something to do. Sometimes I wanted to walk over and take their hands in mine and tell them they don’t have to do anything, they’re perfect, they just need to exist for me to be happy with them, they could throw me out of the airlock and I’d use my last few seconds of life to ask for forgiveness and wonder what I’d done to deserve their anger, because I must have done something.

“Something the matter, Captain?” I asked when they’d stopped next to me, staring out the window. They were close. So close. They were always very close by, which I was grateful for, but my heart always sped up in the way that it did when you were 13 and met a cheerleader in a crop top for the first time. They were so handsome and/or beautiful and I couldn’t help how my internal organs reacted. My heart beat, my stomach twisted, my muscles contracted, and at one point I thought I was dying because of how much was going on in my body. They never touched me except for a friendly handshake or appreciative pat on the shoulder or a… gentle squeeze of my bicep. Sometimes, they made me shake like a short-haired chihuahua in a January snowstorm in Toronto.

They simply shrugged in response, and kept staring. That was the Captain. Quiet. Always thinking. Always had something on their mind. I wanted to take their face in my hands and try to see what they were thinking. I wanted to say “Tell me. Tell me what’s going on in there. I want to know everything you think. I want to know your mind. I want you to tell me and no one else because I’m the only one who gets to know you, really.” And maybe they would. Maybe they’d allow me access to the dark recesses of their mind, all their odd and sad and bloody and happy thoughts that they never shared with anyone. Wouldn’t that be something?

However, I just nodded. That was a thing I tended to do. Just nod when I know what I want to say, but can’t say it. I can’t tell them how much I want to be close to them. I can’t tell them how absolutely handsome and/or beautiful they are. I can’t tell them how sometimes, as I’m drifting out of consciousness, I want to go out and find them and crawl into their bed and beg them to pay attention to me, please, hold my hand, pet my hair, show me some affection because I can’t live without it and I need it and I need you and please don’t ever leave me alone.

I’m an independent man, but sometimes an independent man wants to be cuddled by his favorite person.

I decided to take a chance and look up at them, quickly regretting it. Beautiful baby greys staring, focused out into the distant black horizon. Stars twinkling in the reflections of their eyes. Millions of thoughts racing along, not one stopping to be known by anyone but them. I wanted them to tell me. I wanted to know. I wanted to know them as much as I could.

They were tense, tense as could be. Shoulders high, jaw set, eyebrows furrowed. They looked angry, but I knew they weren’t. They were thinking. Thinking about anything and everything, all at once. Their nose scrunched in the most adorable and/or sexy way once and a while. I wanted to kiss the frown off their lips. I really, really wanted to.

Hands opening and closing, clenching like they wanted something to hold. Like they used to have something to hold. Like they didn’t know what to do with them. I never knew what to do either, what, with them running through my mind every day. As much as I wanted to offer my own hand, I restrained myself. It’s too early. Too much.

Handsome and/or beautiful. Pretty and/or hunky. Dapper and/or elegant and/or attractive and/or any compliment I could possibly think of because I loved them. I loved you.

There’s a thought, huh?

“I love you,” I mumbled, quieter than you could ever hear, quieter than even I could hear, basically just mouthing the words. You caught a glimpse, however, because you were always paying attention to me. Making sure I was okay and happy and comfortable. What did I ever do to deserve you?

You tilted your head in that way that you do, asking “what was that?” with a simple movement. I couldn’t say, so I just smiled and shook my head. You wanted to press, I could tell you did, but you just nodded and turned back to the window. I wanted to say something. Something clever, something kind, something to make you blush and sputter and giggle and shove me playfully. I wanted so bad to make you happy. But I was too scared to make you sad.

And then Celci entered the room.

“Captain, looking dashing and/or stunning as ever,” she said in that stupid nice voice reserved only for you, throwing a wink your way and a scowl in mine. She knew what she was doing when she made you blush. She knew how I felt. She knew how she felt. I didn’t want to have to fight for your affection, but if it was against Celci, I’d play dirty like a pig in the mud.

“Celci,” I growled. Once, you had said I growled like a wolf. It was a tease, I knew, meant to push my buttons, but I cherished it.

“Mark,” She spat, venom lacing her tone. The wolf and the snake. Wonder who you’ll pick.

Celci isn’t a snake. Celci’s honest and hard-working and, deep down, we respect each other. Way deep down.

“Shouldn’t you be taking care of the colonists?” I asked.

“Shouldn’t you be fixing the ship?” She shot back.

“The ship doesn’t need fixing.”

“I’m sure you’ll find something.”

“I’d rather be here.”

“Well, so would I.”

“Did the Captain ask for you?”

“Did they ask for you?”

You put out both hands, stopping the argument in its tracks. We both closed our mouths, knowing better than to piss off the boss.

That was another problem, huh? You’re my boss, aren’t you? Even if you did feel the same way about me that I feel about you, you’d never allow a relationship. There’s a power imbalance that you’d refuse to have. I love that about you. You know when to quit. I don’t. I don’t want to quit. I couldn’t care less about any power imbalance, I’d sooner quit my engineering career than drop my relationship with you. But you wouldn’t let me. I know you wouldn’t. I won’t make you choose between your job and me.

“The Colonists are fine, Captain. I wanted to spend some time up here, with you. And Mark,” CC said, as if she wasn’t completely ruining my night. Day. Whatever it was now. You started to nod because you enjoyed Celci’s company (almost) as much as mine, but I was tempted to ruin this. The desire to give in to any temptation that involved you ran deep in my blood. The Devil found a darling in me long ago.

I made a noise. A little one, in the back of my throat. Small enough that you could miss it or ignore it.

But you didn’t. You listened and you heard and you turned to me and stared into my eyes and I didn’t know what you saw but whatever you did made you dismiss Celci. She nodded and left, her lips pressed together and a grimace on her face, not wanting to disobey our Captain. My Captain. Cause you’re mine, aren’t you? I somehow managed to become priority number one. I wormed my way into your soul and made a space for myself and refused to leave. I don’t know how I did it, but you cared for me. It made me happier than a two-tailed dog, if I’m being honest.

You didn’t look at me again, but I wasn’t mad. How could I be? You’re you. You have your reasons, and I respect them. I knew you cared about me either way, you didn’t have to look at me. Even if I’d really prefer if you did. Even if I desperately want to stare into your eyes until I drown in them. I’d settle for this, though. Our little room with a little chair and a little desk and a little conspiracy board and a big window looking out into the emptiness where we searched for meaning. Ours. And Celci said the windows were a bad idea. What does she know, anyway?

We were quiet for a while, and that was fine. We didn't need to make noise. I liked the silence, anyways. It wasn't loud, it was quiet. Neither of us had any words to be said. Neither of us wanted to interrupt the nothingness. We just wanted to be, and so we did, and so we were. I tried my absolute hardest not to stare, but I couldn't help myself. Baby greys, tension, flexing your hands. I stared at your hands. I really, really wanted to hold them. The temptation was getting to be too much.

Temptation. That's the problem, isn't it? The desire in my brain that I am too weak to resist. The urge to kiss and hold and love that I need to bury down but can't bring myself to. You're my best friend, my favorite person, my love, my life, the one that I want. The one that I need. You are my temptation. And who am I to deny myself?

I hesitantly reached out to your hand clenched into a fist. I laid my fingers on your wrist, asking permission. You looked at me and your face was unreadable. I worried I'd crossed a line, that I’d misread the situation, that it was too much, too fast. You were my boss. You'd never let that happen. I'd made a mistake, hadn't I?

But you didn't jerk your hand back. You didn't turn and ask Celci to come back and hang out. You didn't request that I leave to go take care of the ship because there must be something to fix. You let me take your hand. I started to sweat.

I gently uncurled each finger from your palm, one at a time, massaging the knuckles because I knew you'd be a little sore in the joints. Your fingers twitched once and a while, and I paused to see if you'd ask me for anything. You never did, so I continued. Once I felt like I had taken care of that as well as I could, I pressed my own palm into yours. The angle was weird, I hadn't thought it through, but I managed to twist my arm around to line my fingers up with yours. I slid them in between, interlocking our hands, keeping us together even as we stayed apart. You didn't pull away, so I assumed it was alright.

I tried to quietly shift my chair towards you. “Tried” and “quietly” being the key words here. The chair was old. It creaked like hell. I could barely move two inches without it sounding like the floor would collapse on itself. Goddamn chair. I don’t like this chair.

You laughed, just a little, and that made the embarrassment worth it. You shuffled a little closer until you were standing behind me, and you paused for a moment. I was about to ask what you were doing, but you put a hand on my head. My eyes widened and I waited with bated breath. Blood rushed to my face and thoughts raced through my head.

Pet my hair, run your fingers through it, kiss the top of my head, something, anything, please, please, please–

You started to pet my head, gently, and it would be imperceptible if you let up any more. But I cherished it. My eyes fluttered closed and I sighed and leaned my head back.

I didn’t know how much time had passed before I was about to drift out of the world of the awake. I heard the faint noise of voices in the hallway– Gunther complaining, Burt saying something profound, CC giving orders and everyone asking where the Captain was. I smiled to myself, knowing the answer. The Captain was with me. The Captain was mine. I was their best friend, their number one priority. All the rest of the crew could suck it. I had won. You might’ve been mine, you might’ve not been. But you were here, with me, nonetheless.

It was wonderful.

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neutro-bunnz · 3 months

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Random recent darkiplier art because I don't feel like redrawing it on ibispaint (apologizes for the terrible quality)

#art #artists on tumblr #artwork #digital art #digital artist #digital drawing #my art #markiplier #darkiplier #darkiplier fanart #alter ego #markipler egos

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alatette · 9 months

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hi! I believe this would be my first post on here :)

I thought I’d post this here for Marvin’s birthday!

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticart #jacksepticegos #jse egos #youtube #markiplier #marvin the magnificent #marvin the magician #septicart #jsedit #jse art #jse community #jacksepticeye egos #alter ego

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art-beyond-the-stars · 4 months

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Tried to get a little fancy with the shading! I think it turned out quite well! ^-^

Please support my art!

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flower-zombie-rob · 2 years

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Love how jacksepticeye markiplier and thomas sanders communities are like damn i love my characters and its just jack in a mask, mark with new clothes on and thomas wearing glasses

#i say this as a member of all three of these communities #alter-ego youtube content is such a funny trope now #its strange how they can all feel like such different characters #good world building is when you can play all the characters yet they feel like different people #jacksepticeye #@therealjacksepticeye #markiplier #thomas sanders

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willowshimmer · 7 months

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So I was just looking at some Markiplier egos and I came across the first ever video we saw our baby boy Eric Derekson in.

And in one of scenes he says "I don't have feet..."

Does he have prosthetic legs!?

#eric derekson #my poor baby #markiplier #markiplier egos #alter egos

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creat0r-cat · 1 year

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Markiplier x Teen!Daughter!Anxious!Reader - Take Your Time

Requested by: daygobyinheryeyes

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(Mark’s POV)

I laughed with my friends as we finished up a collaboration video of Prop Hunt. “I can’t believe you didn’t see me!” Seán playfully yelled at Wade as he groaned in frustration. The Irishman had been disguised as a coaster and had hidden himself behind a door, making him virtually invisible even with the automated taunts the game provided. Bob was howling with laughter as he too had failed to spot him even when he was in the same room.

I cut my video off and logged off the game, staying in the discord video call as I did so. “Ahhh guys, that was so much fun.” I sighed, leaning back in my chair. The others began chatting amongst themselves about the different rounds and I looked back as there was a knock at the door and it began to open, revealing a teenage girl, carrying a plate of food. The moment she realized I was on a video call, she slightly closed the door and waited for a signal.

“It’s okay, I’m not recording.” I told her and in a small, shaky voice she replied. “I made s-some lunch and you didn’t come down a-and then it got late so I made some more for you. S-sorry for interrupting your conversation.”

“Oh, thank you! I didn’t even realize the time.” I said, walking over and taking the delivery as she presented it. She never entered my room when I was on call as she was rather camera shy, but that didn’t really bother me. I gave her a partial hug and then, telling her I’d be downstairs soon, I walked back over to my desk and once again put on my headphones. “Who was that?” Asked Wade, who had apparently witnessed the interaction.

“Oh, that was (Y/n).” I said, looking up at the screen from where I was about to take a bite of food. “Who?” asked Bob and Seán, and then it was my turn to be confused. “I swear I told you guys about her. Did I seriously forget?”

“Yes! Who is she?” The three said and I placed a hand over my face, feeling stupid. “I really thought I told you guys. So.. um.. She’s kind of my adopted daughter.”

“No way!” Exclaimed Seán in shock. “You’re seriously a dad now?” I laughed softly, rubbing the back of my neck. “Yeah. I didn’t post about it on social media because I wasn’t even sure at first if I was going to find the right kid. I guess I just forgot about it after I adopted her.”

“You could’ve at least texted us about it.” Commented Bob who crossed his arms as I took a bite of food. “This is a pretty big deal, Mark. Does Amy know?”

“I was going to!” I said after swallowing. “I just forgot, and yes, Amy does know. I asked her how she felt about the idea before I went through with it.” Just then, someone new entered the chat. “Hey guys!” I recognized that higher pitched voice as I ate some more of my meal. “Hi Ethan!” Said Wade with a smile. “Did you know that Mark has a kid?”

“WHAT??” The younger male exclaimed which nearly burst my eardrums. “Mark, you never told me this! I thought we were friends!” He cried and I rolled my eyes dramatically. “Oh my gosh, you guys! I made one mistake and now my butt is being handed to me on a silver platter. What’s next, Tyler is gonna hop on and give me crap too?” And just like that, as if he had heard me, Tyler joined the group chat.

“Wow, is there a party going on here?” he said with a chuckle and before I could say anything, Ethan blurted out a loud, “MARK IS A DAD!” I watched Tyler’s face, which had just appeared in video form, contort into one of absolute shock. “I’m sorry, WHAT?!” I took another bite of food, letting out an exhale of frustration at how much the situation climaxed. “Why wasn’t I informed of this?” He demanded and Seán yelled out, “That’s what we’ve been saying!”

“You know, instead of giving me all this backlash about an honest mistake, I could just tell you what happened.” I said, wiping my mouth with a napkin and putting my dishes to the side. “I’ve got time.” Said Bob, checking his watch. “I’ve got nothing planned for the rest of the day.” Joined Seán, leaning forward in his chair and staring at the camera expectantly, like a little child waiting impatiently for a cookie. Wade, Tyler, and Ethan also agreed and I sighed again, getting more comfortable in my chair.

“Fine. You want to hear the story, then I’ll tell the story.”

(Flashback: Mark’s POV)

I had been thinking about adopting a child for quite a while. For what reason, I don’t really know. All I knew is that I wanted to have a kid. I already ran the idea by Amy and she also thought it was a good idea. I decided to look for either a boy or a girl, but not one too young that I’d have to take care of them 24/7. I didn’t feel ready for that kind of job, and honestly, I still don’t feel that way now.

I started looking around the area for orphanages that had open houses soon. I came across a few and did end up going to some of them. Unfortunately, I was rather disappointed by a lot of people I met. Don’t get me wrong, they were somewhat nice kids, but for one reason or another they weren’t what I was looking for.

I got to this one place, the “Los Angeles Sunnyside Orphanage”, and when I entered I could tell it might produce good results. Yes, there were some parts that could use some fixing up, but it seemed a lot friendlier than some of the other orphanages I had visited. So, naturally, I felt pretty good about my chances there.

When I walked around, there were a lot of kids running around and playing. I wasn’t sure who exactly to try and meet so I went to the orphanage director and started some interviews with the older kids. I think the age range I covered was twelve to sixteen, but I still wasn’t sure about any of them. At that point, my mind was starting to tell me I was being picky and that any of the kids would do just fine, but then I saw this girl on the other side of the room.

She was drawing, seeming to be focused on the picture rather than the other children. I knew I hadn’t spoken with her yet, because I didn’t recognize her, so I turned to the orphanage director curiously and pointed at the girl in question. “Who is she? Why isn’t she playing with the others?” “Her?” The director responded, adjusting his glasses and peering at the girl. “Ah, that’s (Y/n). She doesn’t really get along with the other children.” I frowned, “Is she a bad kid?”

“No, she’s just incredibly shy and I wouldn’t be surprised if she has social anxiety. Not that I’m trying to give her a diagnosis, it’s just my uneducated opinion.”

“How old is she?” I asked and the director hummed softly, scratching his head as he thought. “I believe she’s 14 years old.” She was within my age range so I decided to at least give her a chance. “Would I be able to get an interview with her?”

The director nodded and signaled for me to stay where I was while he got her. I watched as he got (Y/n)’s attention and gently told her that I wanted to meet her. She looked over at me and her eyes seemed to widen. As the two of them walked over to me, I noticed that she was shaking, looking down at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with me. The two of us were escorted into a much quieter room to talk and I smiled kindly at her when she sat down across from me.

“Hi there, (Y/n). How are you today?” She looked so nervous as she quietly murmured, “I’m alright. How are you?” This was progress. “I’m doing well, thanks for asking.” She nodded, looking up at me for a second before once again lowering her gaze. “I don’t bite, I promise.” I joked and a ghost of a smile formed on her lips.

Looking down, there were some papers on the table between us that were filled with questions. (Y/n)’s hand twitched a bit, looking like she was going to reach for them but was also hesitating. “Do you need to ask me anything?” I queried and she nodded, finally taking the papers. “S-sorry. I promise that I’ve done this before, but.. I’m just nervous.” she said softly and I nodded in understanding. “Hey, take your time. It’s okay to be nervous. You don’t know me and we’re stuck in a room together. I’d be nervous too if I were in your position.” She let out a small chuckle which made me smile.

“What’s your name?” She read, and I answered. “Mark Fischbach.” She paused for a second, seemingly thinking about something before continuing. “W-what do you do for a living and do you enjoy your job?”

“As silly as it sounds, I make videos on YouTube for people to watch. It’s my dream job and I love it a lot.” (Y/n) looked over at me, her eyes shining with an excitement I hadn’t seen before. “I don’t think that’s silly at all.” She said, “Honestly, it sounds like fun.” I smiled at her, “It is, for the most part.” She shifted in her seat before continuing the interview. The longer the two of us spent time together, even just lightly chatting, the more comfortable she seemed to be. We got along, and while she did pause sometimes to take a breath and calm down her nerves, I wasn’t bothered by her at all. When all the questions were finished, I waved goodbye and met with the director again. I told him that I was going to keep looking, but that I might come back.

I knew that (Y/n) and I got along well, once she got to know me a bit more, but I wasn’t quite sure if she was what I was looking for. I never really stopped thinking about her though, and after a few more days I decided that I was going to adopt her. I came back, told the director my plan, and he set me up for a house inspection the next day. After I was cleared, I brought the paperwork in, made the payment, and waited for her to come down with her stuff.

I saw that she was nervous when she brought down her bag, but she calmed down a little bit when she saw me. “Ready to go home?” She nodded and when the two of us left, I honestly felt pretty good about my decision. The drive back to my house was kinda awkward, but I guess that was to be expected.

When we arrived, I introduced her to Chica and got her settled into her new room. We spent that night learning a bit more about each other, and the next few days had similar themes. It was difficult, getting used to someone new in my house, but it was okay.

I taught her how to play some different video games and was really surprised at how quickly she was able to pick some of them up. She was still a tad bit nervous when it came to getting really close to me, but by the end of the first month, she was smiling almost all the time and had little to no issues with physical contact.

After I introduced her to Amy, and found out that the two of them had actually begun to bond rather quickly, everything seemed like it was falling perfectly into place until something happened.

I was laughing with (Y/n) about my newest playthrough of a really hard game. I had lost my mind over it and when I said, “It’s the ragiest game I’ve ever played and I’m never going back to it!” She responded with “I thought ‘I Am Bread’ was the ragiest game you’ve ever played.” I froze and the room went silent. Looking over at (Y/n)’s face, she had turned pale white.

“How did you know that I’ve played that game? I never gave you the name of my channel so you shouldn’t know that.. unless you started watching or already knew.” She began to fidget and she looked down in what looked like shame. “I-I’m sorry. I should’ve told you by now, but I was scared about how you’d react.”

“Tell me what? I’m not upset that you’ve seen my videos, but why would you hide it?”

“Because I already knew who you were before we met. I.. I didn’t want to tell you during the interview because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or scare you off. You were so nice and I didn’t think you’d want a kid who was a fan.”

I stayed silent as she continued. “I promise that I’m not one of those over-the-top and crazy fangirls. Yes, I was happy and shocked to see you, but that’s because I never expected this to happen. I mean, you’re Markiplier. I don’t think anyone would be expecting you to suddenly adopt a kid, least of all an anxious and socially awkward girl like me. Honestly, it sounds like something out of a fanfiction rather than something that would happen in real life, but that’s exactly what happened. I’m really, really sorry, Mark.”

I smiled softly and walked over to her, giving her a gentle hug. “I know that you aren’t like those fangirls. You’ve definitely shown that during your time here. And while I’m a little hurt you didn’t tell me about this, I can understand why you hid it. I probably would’ve done the same if I was in your position. You don’t have to worry about it anymore. If anything, this means I can joke about a lot more stuff because you might understand them. Just promise me that you won’t hide stuff like this from me anymore, alright kiddo?”

Her eyes welled with tears and she hugged me back. “I promise.” When we both let go, I laughed softly, wiping away some tears that had started falling down my cheeks. “Whoo! Alright, that’s enough sentimental stuff for one day. Do you want to order pizza and have a movie night?”

“That sounds like fun!” She said, giggling as she also wiped away some tears on her own face. “Thanks for not hating me after I told you the truth. I love you, Dad.” My eyes widened in shock as the name she gave me finally registered. “Gosh dang it, (Y/n)! You’re gonna make me cry again!” She laughed and gave me another hug before running off to the living room.

That was the first time she ever called me Dad.

(End of flashback)

“She kept her promise too. She and I have gotten so close that you’d swear she’s a mini female version of me.” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Wow..” said Wade after the others remained in silence. “She sounds like so much fun to be around!” added Seán with a smile and Ethan nodded. “Could we meet her?”

I hummed softly and thought about it. “As much as I’d like that, she’s really shy around new people. I’m not sure how she’ll be with you guys. Then again, she knows who you all are and she got comfortable around Amy soon after they met, so maybe it won’t be too bad. I’ll run the idea by her.”

I looked toward the clock and my eyes widened. “Oh shoot! It’s almost been half an hour since we finished the video!” The others looked at their own clocks in surprise. “Oh dang. Time flies during story time, huh?” Laughed Wade and we all agreed in amusement. “I’d better get going. I’ll text you guys about her answer, I promise.”

“You’d better remember this time!” Joked Seán as he waved at the camera. I logged off of discord, stretched, and walked downstairs with my dishes. “Sorry I took so long. The guys wanted to talk.” (Y/n) was on her phone in the dining room and she looked up and smiled at me. “It’s okay! You sounded like you had fun.” I nodded, sitting down in a chair next to her. “So, uhm. I have a question for you.”

She watched me expectantly and I took a deep breath before continuing. “So, the others want to meet you.” As I said that, her eyes widened and she visibly tensed. “I know that meeting people isn’t your forte, but I really think you’ll like them.” After a few seconds of silence, she responded. “W-who all are you talking about?”

“Bob, Wade, Tyler, Ethan, and Seán. They want to meet you. I mean, you are part of the family now, so I’m not really surprised.” (Y/n) looked away, seeming to be in thought. “I’m a little shocked that you’re only telling me this now.” It was my turn to look away as my cheeks heated up in embarrassment. “I.. may or may not have forgotten to tell them back when we finalized the adoption.”

(Y/n) began to laugh. “Of course you did.” I feigned feeling hurt, gasping at her dramatically. “You say that like I forget stuff all the time! Are you insinuating that I, THE Markiplier, am getting too old and thus forgetting things often?”

“I mean, you said it, not me. So..” I rolled my eyes and joined in her laughter. After the amusement died down, there was a moment of silence before (Y/n) said softly, “I know how much you want to see them. If they’re somewhat as nice in person as they are online, then I don’t think it would be much of a problem to meet them. I’d just need to hype myself up a bit, I guess.”

I smiled happily and walked over, giving her a hug. “I promise, they’re not bad people. You’ll love them. You don’t have to agree to this if you don’t want to. Please understand that.”

“I.. I know. I’m choosing to say yes, Dad. It’ll be fine.” With that final confirmation, I nodded. “Alright, I’ll tell them that they can visit. Maybe in a week or so?” (Y/n) nodded and I stood up, walking to the living room. “Don’t forget to text them, old man Mark!” She called after me and I spun around dramatically, almost falling over in the process.

(Time Skip: No one’s POV)

Mark and (Y/n) walked into a store together, (Y/n) staying relatively close to her dad and the shopping cart. They walked around, picking out items that they needed, and some that they decided to try for fun or put away for when the others came to visit. Some parents that came to the store couldn’t help but smile when they saw how close the two seemed to be and how they would laugh with each other at the weirdest things.

(Y/n) noticed something on the shelf that they needed and went ahead to grab it, but when she turned around, Mark was nowhere to be seen. She looked around in confusion and then felt her breathing quicken and her hands begin to shake. She went back the way that she came from but she still couldn’t see him. Looking into the next aisle produced the same results.

Thoughts began to swim through her mind, overwhelming her senses. “Where did he go? Did he leave me behind? Did he not want me anymore? Why did he suddenly disappear? Did something happen to him?” She put the item on the shelf behind her before she could drop it and tears began to fill her eyes.

Feeling sick, (Y/n) sat down on the floor, her foot tapping against the ground as she curled in on herself, trying to control her breathing. She was scared, not knowing what to do. She tried to make herself stop thinking about the ‘what ifs’, but to no avail. She heard a soft voice, but didn’t look up at who it was until a familiar hand with a gentle touch was placed on her shoulder. With that, (Y/n) finally looked up.

“M-Mark?”

“Are you okay? You’re shaking like a leaf.”

She quickly embraced him, feeling herself calm down as his arms wrapped around her. He was here. He was real. His deep voice soothed her fears as he murmured words of comfort. “It’s okay. I’m here. Sorry I left you behind. I thought you were right behind me when I forgot to grab something from the other aisle and went back for it. Guess I should pay more attention huh?” (Y/n) couldn’t bring herself to talk but just clung to him.

Mark didn’t question her as he continued to hug her. He knew she was crying, but she made no noise and he hoped she didn’t get hurt, feeling awful that she was upset in the first place. But in all honesty, he wasn’t entirely sure why she was so distressed over him not being there all of a sudden. “It’s okay.” He murmured softly, rocking her back and forth. “I’m not leaving you behind. I love you too much to do that.”

After a few minutes she calmed down enough to where they moved on to the checkout and left the store. Nobody had seen (Y/n)’s breakdown, and that was fine with the two of them. It had been a private moment. The car was filled with silence on the way home and Mark constantly looked in the rearview mirror to check if his daughter was okay. The poor girl looked exhausted.

After coming home and quickly putting away the groceries, Mark sat down with (Y/n), making sure that she wasn’t still in any part of her panic attack. He wrapped her up in a blanket, once again and gave her a big hug. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better.. I’m sorry for what happened, Dad.” Mark shook his head. “There’s no reason to be sorry. You were frightened. I do have to ask though, why were you afraid? I was only gone for less than a minute and I was pretty sure you could’ve seen me in the previous aisle.” (Y/n) went silent before softly murmuring, “I.. don’t think I’m ready to talk about it. Also, I did look in both the last and next aisles. I couldn’t see you. I think you were hidden by something.”

“Okay then. Take your time. I’ll be here when you’re ready to tell me, and, come to think of it, there was a large pile of boxes over there so maybe that’s why you couldn’t see me. Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry. You did nothing wrong. You were just grabbing groceries.”

Mark hugged her again, the two of them laughing as she returned the gesture, sighing with contentment in his arms.

(Time skip)

The day for the guests’ arrival finally came and (Y/n) had basically locked herself up in her room. Chica was in there with her, laying still beside the girl and receiving distracted pets. “I don’t know what to do.” The teenager said, looking at the loyal dog. “I know they’re nice people. Mark told me so, and they act relatively nice in their videos. I just.. I don’t know if I’ll feel comfortable around them. I don’t want to let dad down, or make the others sad by not being around them. What do I do, Chica Beeka?”

The golden retriever in question just looked up at her and wagged her tail. (Y/n) couldn’t help but smile, giving her a head scratch. “Not much help there, buddy, but thanks for listening.” Just then, there was a knock at the door. Chica jumped up and pawed at the bedroom door. (Y/n) took a deep breath and let her out, following the dog down the stairs.

They were here.

Mark was at the door, happily greeting his friends as Chica ran around, barking in excitement. (Y/n) stood back in the entrance to the living room, not daring to get close to the group, but instead just watched them interact with her father. She knew who these men were. Seán, Bob, Wade, Tyler, and Ethan were some of Mark’s closest friends who she had seen on videos before, as well as heard Mark talking to them over video call or the phone. This fact, however, didn’t excuse the fact that she was nervous. Seán was the first to notice her and smiled, coming closer to her as she took a few steps back. “Aww hello there!” He said with a wide grin. “You must be (Y/n). Mark’s told us a lot about you.” She could barely form words as the others also looked in her direction. “I.. umm.. Hi..?” She backed up once more as Ethan approached her. “Don’t be shy, we’re not gonna hurt you.” Mark noticed her distress and asked that they back off a bit. He watched her visibly relax when her personal space was restored. Bob and Wade looked at each other, deciding to speak to her gently while staying where they were. “It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/n).” spoke the larger of the two, waving at her kindly. The gesture was returned.

Mark got closer to her and the others watched as she stood her ground and he put an arm around her. “Sorry, I did tell you guys she might not be too comfortable at first.” Tyler nodded in understanding. “I get that. Better safe than sorry, am I right?” (Y/n) nodded and hid a little bit behind Mark.

Ethan smiled at her, seeming to have an understanding of the situation. “You don’t need to worry about us.” He said gently. “I know we’re all big and loud and scary, but I promise we aren’t bad people.” Chica made her way over to the girl who gave her some head pats. “I.. I know you guys aren’t bad. If you were, then dad probably wouldn’t be friends with you. I’m.. just not used to you yet.” Mark gave her a side hug with a smile. “It’ll take some time, but we’ll get there. It’s just like we always do. We’ll take things slowly.”

Over the next few days, (Y/n) gained exposure to the others. They were respectful of her personal space and they were all pleasantly surprised at how similar she was to them. Sure, they had heard of some stuff from Mark, but actually witnessing it was something different.

Tyler was the first one to really bond with her. His calm and gentle nature made her comfortable so it wasn’t entirely surprising that he would be the one to start them off. He and (Y/n) found a shared interest in some sports and they held some nice conversations about them.

Next came Bob, followed closely by Wade. They started playing some video games together and while at first she didn’t say much, when she got a bit more comfortable and started talking, the two men were rather pleased to hear her use Mark’s sense of humor. It made the games much less tense and a lot more enjoyable.

Ethan was second to last. He was very energetic and seemed to have the mind of an 8th grader, so he and (Y/n) bonded over memes. He showed her some of his favorites when the two of them were bored in the living room and she shared some of hers. Their somewhat immature humor made it a very fun event, especially when it came to meme videos and clips they could find on random discord servers.

Seán, much to his disappointment, was the last one. Maybe it was because he was so outgoing, or perhaps it was because she was busy with the others. Either way, he didn’t really know how to connect with her. Yes, they both liked video games and other such things, but he didn’t really know how to approach her.

That changed when he was out on the porch, petting Chica. He heard the sliding glass door open and a pair of hesitant footsteps come near. “M-may I.. sit with you?” He looked over to discover that it was (Y/n). He nodded and she sat on the opposite side of Chica, giving her a head scratch.

There was a peaceful silence between the two of them for quite some time before Seán spoke up. “I’m sorry, but I have no idea how to talk to you.” The girl laughed softly, “You and me both.” Chica let out a yawn, stretching slightly before (Y/n) continued. “I.. I haven’t really given you a chance before now. I’ve been so.. Nervous.”

“Why?” The teen shrugged. “I guess I’m just getting used to having so many people here that I don’t really know and you’re, like, my second favorite YouTuber so.. yeah, anxiety overload.” Seán looked at her in surprise. “You watch my videos?” She nodded. “Yup. I’ve watched at least one video from all of you, but I mainly see or hear you during collabs with dad.”

The Irishman smiled. “I’m pretty sure that’s how most people find our channels at this point.” (Y/n) laughed softly. “Pretty much, but give yourself some credit. You guys make great videos by yourself, no Markiplier included.” Seán blushed slightly from the praise. “Well, thank you. That’s high praise coming from his daughter.”

She rolled her eyes with a smirk. “Oh please. I was a fan of you guys before I was his daughter.” With the awkward barrier finally broken, they were finally able to talk to each other, all while petting a very happy Chica.

Things would take time to get used to, and no, having those five at the house wasn’t permanent, but slowly, (Y/n) was finally able to get somewhat comfortable with them before they had to leave. Mark was very happy. This had turned out better than expected, and he knew it would be a lot more fun when it came to any future visits.

No, (Y/n) didn’t engage in much if any physical touch with them, but that was to be expected, and that was alright. It would take time to achieve that kind of bond with her, as it had for Mark and Amy. But there was no issue with taking it slow.

No issues at all..

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darkest-shade-of-light · 10 months

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Uh.. hi

It's been a LONG time since I posted art on here, let alone fanart - but our Actor introject has been more active lately so I thought I'd draw him, and then I thought why not redraw that one drawing I posted here in October 2019? So. That's what I did.

Actor my beloved

You can find the original post here!

#-Divinity #my art #markiplier egos #actor mark #markiplier #dissociative identity disorder #did system #introject alter #fictive alter

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doodledaf · 2 years

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That’s right, it goes in the square hole Instagram request: Engineer Mark

#markiplier #Markiplier fan art #markiplier alter egos #engineer mark #in space with markiplier #in space with markiplier fanart #my art #DoobDraws

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archivistduo · 4 months

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bimmmmmM “the showhost”

little nightmares monster & child

#markiplier #markiplier egos #bim trimmer #markiplier alter egos #little nightmares au

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orange-waterfalls · 2 years

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Grounded

Dadiplier x PLATONIC!child!reader

Ask: Hi i have Father Issues so i'm requesting dad!Stan the waterman comforting platonic child!Captain y/n after they have a bad day at school, if that's okay! Bad day can include bullies, lunch food accidents, bad grades, &/or shitty teachers if you need any ideas.

A/N: I took LESS than a month this time! Writer’s block is a bitch, so I consider that a win! This one’s nice and short and sweet, methinks. Crying, I think is the only warning I could possibly give. Bit of angst on that front. Never made something like this in my life. I love it. Also, Dadiplier (Stan?) reminds me of Ted Lasso. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the shorts. Anyway, enjoy

Word Count: 2k

Started: June 29 (yeah I know I’m sorry s,fdhnbsj)

Finished: July 11

You close the front door with your foot and walk inside with your head hanging. You had gotten in trouble at school (well, “trouble”. You had to call your mom) and were a bit worried about what would happen now that you were home. Your dad wasn’t mean, of course not, but he would have to hear the news from your mom, who was… just a little mean. She was mean because she worried. Dad never had to deal with your bad days at school. You didn’t know how he’d react.

You try to be as quiet as possible navigating your dad’s house. You didn’t know if he was home, the garage door was closed and he could still be out delivering. Just in case, you tiptoe. However, you didn’t appear to be quiet enough, because he calls your name.

You wince. He doesn’t sound angry, per se, but he’s a little loud. You hear footsteps behind you and sigh. You slowly turn to face your dad. Your head is still facing down.

“Hey, sport,” He greets, voice a little tense, but trying to be soft. You lift your hand in a weak wave. He sighs. “Do you think you can look at me?”

Tears prick your eyes a little as you raise your head to look at him. He’s still wearing his uniform. He might have left work early to meet you when you got home. He doesn’t look mad, or sad, or disappointed, he looks worried. The worry only amplifies when he sees the tears slip down your face. He races over to you, getting on his knees and rubbing your arms, comfortingly.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He whispers. You shake your head and wipe your eyes. He tries to speak, making little sounds as he tries to figure out what to say. “Come on, come here…” He lifts you up and holds you close as he carries you to your room. He leaves the door open, setting you on the bed so you’re sitting, and gets on his knees on the ground again.

“Look at me, champ,” He prompts, “Look at me, it’s ok.” You let yourself look at him, blinking away the hot tears. Your lip quivers as you try not to cry too loudly.

“What happened?” He asks. You try to talk, only letting out a squeak and a sob, the question making it all 10 times worse, somehow. He suddenly pulls you into a bear hug, wrapping his arms around you and putting your face on his shoulder. He climbs on the bed so that he can hold you easier.

“Alright, just let it out, you’ll feel better,” He sighs. You finally let it all out, crying and sobbing into his shirt, getting the fabric wet. You hold him tightly, not nearly as tightly as he holds you, and cry and cry and cry for what seemed to be hours. He pets your head and shushes and whispers “it’s alright” and “it’s ok” and “let it out” as you do, indeed, let it out.

By the time you’re all out of tears, your face is dry and your eyes feel sticky and your nose is stuffy and your head hurts. You open your mouth to ask for some water, but he pulls a bottle out of his fanny pack instantly. You don’t bother asking how he had fit the entire metal water bottle in there before you chug it. He keeps a hand on your head, waiting for you to rehydrate and breathe and calm down.

“Better?” He smiles. You nod, giving a weak smile back. He pets your head a little more, looking like he wants to hug you again, but doesn't.

You sniffle and wipe your face as he pulls out a towel and douses it with some of the water left in the bottle. Your carpet got wet, but neither of you really cared. He wipes your face down once, with minimal complaining of “I can do it myself” on your part and a joyful “you’re my baby, I wanna do it” from him. He then folds the towel and drapes it over your eyes and forehead and pushes you to lay down on your pillows.

“Rest a little while I make dinner.” He instructs.

“What’s dinner?” You croak. You can practically feel him wince from beside you.

“Your favorite!” He says in a sing-song voice. “And! I have a surprise later!”

“What’s the surprise?” You say, excitedly trying to sit back up. He tuts and pushes you back down.

“Well, if I told you, child of mine, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?” He scolds. You snort and roll your eyes under the towel. He gives you a peck on the forehead through the towel, leaving the room and turning the light off so that you could sleep better. You were fully prepared to stay awake.

Until you woke up confused and a little groggy. You frantically looked around, wondering what year it was, before everything came back and you groaned and flopped back down. You never understood how you can fall asleep by accident.

A soft knock at the door tells you it’s been a while, long enough for dad to get everything ready. He pushed the door open, peeking his head in.

“You awake, kiddo?” He whispers. You make the split-second decision to pretend to be asleep, for some reason. Not like you were supposed to be asleep or anything. He wouldn’t get mad at you. Well, you already had your eyes closed.

“Kiddo?” He repeats.

Ah, yes. An opportunity. To lie. By omission. Why were you lying? Well, why not? What’s the harm? It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free.

You “wake up”, stretching and yawning and sitting up, rubbing your eyes.

“Dad?” You say in your sleepy voice and look at him. He immediately looks guilty as he walks over and sits on your bed.

“I’m sorry, hon, I didn’t mean to wake you…” He apologizes, petting your head. You force yourself to yawn again for good measure. He smiles. “Glad you got a good nap in.”

“How long was I asleep?” You ask, blinking your eyes all the way open.

“Maybe an hour. Or two… or four.” He coughs. Your eyes fly open.

“Dad!” You squeak.

“Hm?” He frowns.

“I have homework!” You whine. He nods, understanding.

“Oh. Well, you can do it tomorrow.” He shrugs.

“It’s due tomorrow.” You say.

“You’re not going to school tomorrow.” You stare at him, wondering if he’s messing with you.

“... dad, today’s Tuesday. I’m going to school tomorrow.”

“No, you’re not. I called the teacher and asked what happened.” You raise an eyebrow. “And when I told your mom about it…” You hiss like you’ve been burned. He laughs and shoves you a little.

“Oh, quit. Your mother was very upset.” He nods.

“Mmmm…” You look away guiltily.

“At your teacher.” He raises an eyebrow. You raise both.

“Oh?”

“She’s going to have a conversation with the school board tomorrow. I suggested you stay home, since you were so upset earlier, and she agreed.” He explains. You blink at him.

“I… thought mom would be mad at me.” You mumble and shrug. He shrugs one shoulder in return.

“Well, your mother only ever hears your side of it. This time she heard the adult’s side of it. And the fact that you are generally more polite about your teacher’s behavior says a lot about you.”

“Does it?”

“It says that you’re a good, honest kid.” You suddenly felt guilty for pretending to sleep.

“... dad?” You started.

“Hm?” He hummed his acknowledgement.

“I wasn’t asleep when you came in. I pretended.” You confess. He blinks at you.

“... oh… ok…” He nods. He pauses a moment. “... why?”

“... I… don’t know.” You respond honestly. He looks at the floor.

“... well, that should be fine. Come on, let’s get dinner and get your surprise.” He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You laugh loudly.

“Can’t you tell me what it is?” You complain.

“Of course I can’t! What do you take me for?” He carries you out into the living room.

“I thought mom told you to stop letting me eat on the couch.” You pointed out.

“She did. Your mother doesn’t have to know everything.” You snorted as he dropped you on the couch and set your food in front of you.

You sped through your dinner fairly quickly, still trying to savor the food at the same time. Dad had to tell you to slow down more than once. You weren’t embarrassed. You wanted your surprise. When you were done, you ran everything over to the kitchen sink and ran back to the couch, practically launching yourself back into it. He looked at you.

“So.” He said, more of a statement than the beginning of one.

“... so?” You asked, hopefully.

“Ready for your surprise?” He smiled.

“YES!” You yelled.

“Ok! Close your eyes.” He waved at you as he stood up to go get whatever he was needing to get. You squeezed your eyes closed, impatiently vibrating on the couch. You heard the footsteps reenter the room.

You opened your eyes and smiled at him. He handed you a cardboard box and gestured for you to open it. You tore into it like a feral cat and stared at the object inside.

“So? What do you think?” He inquired, sounding very very nervous. You were feeling quite a mix of emotions at it. You liked it, don’t get me wrong, but this was… bought for a reason.

“This is…” You started, your eyes trailing up to look at your guilty-looking father. You squinted at him. “... expensive…”

“Oh. Well, yeah, it cost a bit of money, but… um…” He sputtered and rubbed the back of his neck. You closed the box, gently setting it on the other side of you and turned to your father, who was now avoiding looking at you.

“Dad…” You started, a bit worried. He inhaled through his teeth.

“Your mother told me that I have to be… a little harder on you. Show more… assertiveness. As your father. The man of the house. An authority figure.” He explained, clearing his throat.

“And…” You open the box once more, pulling the brand new game system out and putting it in your lap, “... this is being more strict with me?”

“Well, it-that-you…” He stuttered before pausing and breathing deeply. His hands folded and held in front of his mouth as he thought. He turned to you. “... sweetheart.”

“Father.” You raised an eyebrow at him. He ran a hand through his hair.

“I am… going to tell you something, and… and I don’t want you to be mad at me. I, as your father, only want what’s best for you. And sometimes what is best isn’t what feels best. So, in your best interest, I–” He rambled, sounding like he was about to cry.

“I’m grounded, aren’t I?” You sighed.

“I am so, so sorry. I love you so much, I didn’t want to do this, I–” His hands shook as he took your face in them and he got tears in his eyes.

“Dad, it’s ok. I get it. I got in trouble. Besides, this should keep me entertained.” You laughed as you lifted the system to get a good look at it.

“Yeah, it–yeah. That’s why I bought it.” He shrugged, laughing along.

“We could play together, too.”

“Yeah? You’d let me?”

“Yeah? Of course.” You put the system down to look at him.

“But I grounded you.” He still wasn’t looking at you. You rolled your eyes.

“Dad. You’re a good dad. Grounding me once isn’t going to change that.” Tears started to fill his eyes again and he sniffed.

“I know…”

“... Mom doesn’t know about this, does she?” You cringed at the thought of your mother finding out about this.

“Well, I… she doesn’t… need to…” He finally looked at you again. You smiled and shifted to hug him tightly.

“... love you, dad.” His breath hitched a little and he hugged you back.

“Love you, sport.”

Mannnn I started crying I wish he was my dad msdnqljghfdgrb8y

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