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riotlain · 2 years

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Egos with a s/o with bad luck

bc in saiki k theres a character with god awful bad luck and its silly to me

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Iplier Egos

Wilford

You barely managed to dodge his gun multiple times

Near death is normal for you

At first Wilford thought you were clumsy

Then you told Wilford about your god awful luck

He didnt believe you at first

Then when you guys were cooking 4 plates fell on you

Dr. Iplier wasnt a fan of you coming over so often

Wilfords luck is average but it doesn’t average out yours

Date nights are usually inside

Last time you went out you got hit by a hearse

Captain Magnum

You 2 met when you were literally drowning

You bowed your head telling him about your constant misfortune

Captain has seen many things

Bad luck? It’ll be fine!

First day on the ship a storm hit

Then the map to the treasure got lost

Captain was very concerned

Captains usual good luck was evened out by your atrocious bad luck

Now its a 50/50 chance of finding anything good

Host

Host knows about your bad luck

At your first meeting he ended up spilling coffee all over you

He tries to use his powers to counter your bad luck at times

Doesnt always work

“Sorry I’m late Host! I got struck by lightning.”

Hes good at patching you up whenever you get hurt

You guys have simple dates

Sitting in the library together and reader

Just hope a bookshelf doesnt fall on you-

Septiceye Egos

Anti

He definitely didn’t believe you at first

And then when he saw it in action he was concerned

But when he saw that you laughed he laughed too

It became sort of a game

How many near deaths can happen in a day

Record is 13

Shneeple

He met you bc of an accident

That accident was that you got struck by lightning

He loves you so much

But boy you give him a heart attack at times

Always there to patch you up

Dates are casual ones where you guys cuddle on the couch and watch movies

You arent allowed in the hospital he works at lol

unless its an emergency

Marvin

Marvin doesnt really want you around his potions

Last time you were around them you had 3 different potions fall on you

The result was you being a tiny cat for a day

He then decided to make a potion of luck for you

Made your luck average

As in youd have something horrible happen and then a good thing happen

The usual i guess

Battle Egos

Phantom

You were at Phantoms bar after a rough day

And at the bar the seat under you broke

And then you had multiple drinks spilt on you

He decided to walk you home. He felt kinda bad-

Now that yall datin he tries to make it so you dont end up near dying everyday

Maybe putting a soul with usually good luck in a charm

It kinda works

And its fairly pretty :]

Natemare

Natemare laughed when he heard of this bad luck of yours

He thrives off bad vibes and fear what can he say

Then he saw you literally literally get electrocuted

He was shocked (lol) to see you just laugh and apologize

He literally steals one of Phantom's souls

He needs some goodluck for you man

Bones

Bones also has bad luck...

So it cancels out kinda

That or its 2x as bad now

Like literally it could be a sunny ass day

And then it just starts storming like crazy

Unlike him tho, you just laugh it all off

I think Bones has anger issues of sorts

So seeing you all fine with looking like a soggy cat has him confused as shit

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timbertumbr · 1 year

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Troublemaker (Anti X Reader)

Day 4, “One night you awake to a strange tapping at your window” and “Tweeted”, I thought tweeted was like social media so I went with that. This is mainly a crack fic, either way, Enjoy!

You were peacefully sleeping until the crack of dawn when you heard an incessant tapping sound from your window. With a groan and a fiery glare that could kill, you slip out from under the covers and tear open the blinds/curtains to your window to see the one and only Anti sitting there like a cryptid. He gives a little wave as you open the window and continue to glare at him.

“What could you possibly be doing here at…” You look over your shoulder to check your clock.

“5:30 IN THE MORNING?!” Anti chuckles as he lets himself in.

“RelAAAAx I’m OnLY HeRe To CrAsH FoR A wHiLe,” You glare at him.

“With no text or any indication to warn me of your arrival,” Anti waves you off as he sits next to your bed.

“ChEcK sOcIaL mEdIa,” You raise a brow at the cryptic explanation but decide to do it anyway…

“Oh my god, some glitchy thing messed with the stoplights!”

“Cameras were glitched during a donut robbery-”

“A blurry image of what seems to be a man was captured after fleeing from a robbery-”

. . .

You slowly turned your gaze to Anti who was casually eating a box of donuts that CAME OUT OF NOWHERE. He offers one to you.

“WaNt OnE?” . . .

“You’re unbelievable,” You mutter, refusing the offer and opting to go back to bed and pretend this never happened while Anti stays by your side, happily eating donuts.

#Egos #septicegos x reader #septic egos x reader #septic egos #antisepticeye #anti #antisepticeye x reader #anti septiceye #anti septiceye x reader #anti x reader #x reader

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artsyfangirl · 2 years

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Hello! Ive recently stumbled upon your blog and I love the owl and the mama!y/n headcanons---

If you still take request, A pheonix y/n with the egos?

Feel free to ignore the request :3

Oh my gosh, yes. I love phoenixes. They’re so awesome.

So a lot of the Y/N/Reader HCs are gonna be at least slightly my own interpretation.

So, your wings give off heat, but also embers, just like a fire. Luckily, since they’re moreso magic than normal flame, they only ignite things they touch when your emotions are running high.

You preen, just like any other bird. You have some extra flexibility that comes from being a phoenix, but that only goes so far to let you reach places you otherwise couldn’t. You still need help. It’s not a huge deal usually, as you usually don’t get very dirty or do much that upsets your feathers, but it is still not good.

It’s only once the Egos find you that your feathers get fully preened again. It’s a bit difficult at first, as they have to find someone who can handle the heat of directly touching your feathers, but once they do, it’s like a whole new world has been opened up to you. You had forgotten what it was like to have a fully groomed coat (so to speak).

Like Owl Hybrid!Y/N, you have a flexible neck. You can’t do what they can, but your neck can still bend and twist in odd ways. You just don’t have the ridiculous range of motion that Owl!Y/N does.

Illinois is enraptured by you immediately. Illi loves his folktales and mythology, so he knew what you were the second you unfolded your wings in front of him for the first time. He’s very suave. He flirts with you all the time.

Dark’s very interested. Phoenixes are real??? Hm. Every now and then he catches himself admiring your majesty, and has to tear himself away so no one else notices. But of course Wil notices.

Wil is over the roof. He’s going to try to book you for an interview right away. He’s legitimately giddy. Wil’s not very educated in mythology and folklore, but he still knows of several of your phoenix characteristics because of his knowledge of their reality. So for instance, he knows he can’t stab or shoot you if things go wrong with the interview, because you’ll just heal right back. Not that he would do that anyway. Wil’s actually almost scary with the amount of stuff he knows. You start having some sort of issue because you’re a phoenix? He’s immediately walked off to get you whatever it is you need. You just look at him like, ‘wtf?’

Yancy is a simp. Straight up. Simp. He’s infatuated. But not immediately. First, you had to prove yourself in his eyes. That was immediately taken care of the moment he saw you send a few fireballs after the Actor because the man had been testing his luck with you. Yep. This man is full on puppy dog eyes.

Google’s neutral. Or at least, he tries to be. However, Google is naturally a curious, studious being, so he becomes interested in you rather quickly. Alongside Wil, he’s one of the ones who knows the most about illnesses or problems you might face, but he often takes a neutral stance as he can’t know whether or not his information is true or false, as information is warped over years of oral history.

The Actor’s actually a bit begrudgingly respectful of you. Make no mistake, he sees you as an asset, but he’s also fully aware of your strength, and that if you set your mind to burning him out of existence, he would have a challenge on his hands. He also flirts with you a lot. He’s trying to manipulate you, or at least get your walls down. (He didn’t expect to actually fall for you, though, curses!)

Dark’s aware of this, and as furious about it as he is (he may not know you well, but the thought of the Actor taking yet another victim infuriates him), he respects your strength and he knows that you’re strong and smart enough to figure it out. Doesn’t mean he’s any less pissed though.

Bim is also interested. Honestly, though? His first thought when he met you was whether or not he could use your wings to cook body parts. Kinda like roasting a sausage over a fire? That. Though he also immediately respects your abilities. I mean, if you have wings that are always on FIRE, then who knows what else you can do?

Doc is also curious. Mostly of HOW THE HELL ARE YOU NOT DEAD?! HOW ARE YOUR WINGS NOT BURNT DOWN TO THE BONE?!! Doc may have started as an actor, but he takes his (rather recent) credentials as a doctor very seriously. He knows a lot. SO HE KNOWS THAT THIS SHOULDN’T BE POSSIBLE. This poor guy is nearly in tears after a week long of sleepless nights trying to figure out how your wings (and you) are still intact.

The Jims are immediately ALL OVER YOU. They are just- it’s like watching a pair of hyperactive golden retriever puppies chasing each other across a backyard. It’s endearing, but also makes all those watching feel old and wish they had that kind of energy still.

Engineer is immediately walking up to you, nervous as all hell, but he masks it well, asking you if he could ask some questions. Yes, he wants to use you in experiments. The moment he saw you, his mind zeroed in on the whole ‘magical unknown energy source that causes their wings to burn’ and he immediately started making plans in his head to test this out. He WILL find a way to make an energy source out of whatever it is that fuels your fire, well, unless it’s your life force or something equally as important.

Magnum keeps you away from his ship at ALL TIMES. It’s nothing against you, he just knows from firsthand experience how fire (especially magical fire) can quickly consume a vessel. He tries to hang out with you though, bless his heart. He’s just nervous. He’s very superstitious, and though he’s never heard or seen anything to suggest that those like you could be bad, his prior experiences with fire still cause him to be anxious and on the lookout. He tells you stories, though!

Anti is immediately jumping back from you. ‘Jeepers’ style. Like, metaphorically hissing cat. Like, it’s very reminiscent of how a cat jumps ridiculously when startled. He’s very wary of you. He does NOT like you at first. After all, he can’t affect fire. He can’t COMBAT fire. So yeah. But he slowly starts to warm up to you. Slowly.

Marvin is really excited. Of course he is, he is our resident magician. I’m sure y’all can imagine all the fun things you and him would get up to. For instance, he hangs out with you whenever he gets the chance, and y’all talk and play around and experiment with magic. Well, more like you experiment, much to Marvin’s dismay.

Jackie likes you! In fact, if you ever get in a fight, Jackie will never forgive the others if they don’t tell him so that he can come and watch. He’s definitely going to be taking inspiration from you. He thinks you’re awesome and respects you.

Henrick, much like his brother-in-degrees, has a headache. Henrick stumbles his words around you and is just generally diminutive, though not timid. He tries very hard as well to figure out how your body works. He has such a one track mind that he doesn’t even think to ask you anything and ends up in this spiral of self-induced hell where eventually the others discover just how bad he’s gotten and either force him to take care of himself, then drag him over to you, or just straight up go ahead and drag him on over to you to make him ask you his questions. This poor man.

Once he does get his answers though, he’s actually rather embarrassed. He’ll start feeling really silly and bad about himself, kinda mentally beating himself up, and you’ll have to help him. Probably tell him about how you get the same way with certain things, and that it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Just to try and come to you before going crazy next time.

He’s very respectful of you and your body, and he becomes the go-to doctor for when you get hurt. Funnily enough, while you can heal from physical wounds, wounds inflicted by auras or using powers are the blind spot of your healing capabilities. Meaning that you end up in his office a lot because the boys just can’t seem to keep out of trouble or go a week without some sort of accident happening.

Robbie absolutely captivated. He tries his best to walk closer to you, your warmth is alluring to him. He’s so inherently cold, that once he feels heat, at least, heat that he can actually truly feel (aka heat that can break through how cold he is) he tends to get very hot. Like, burning hot. But with you, it’s different. It may be because of your innate healing abilities, but Robbie’s so obsessed. Not actually obsessed of course, I just used that term to try and describe how he feels.

JJ is just- so curious. His eyes are filled with wonder, and he gestures and signs vigorously. If you don’t know sign though, he’ll be downput for a second or two before scrambling to get a notebook and pen so he can write. He’s absolutely charmed by you.

And oh geez. Inside the ‘headspace’ of Dark…

Damien’s really intrigued, to be honest, but he tries to water it down. Keep it on the down low. He’s caught himself watching your flames in a trance like state more times than he can count. He will eventually start to fall for you, because he’s just a soft man who can’t go all that long before starting to fall for someone he loves, but he won’t be aware of it. Celine, on the other hand?

She’s very aware of her brother’s growing feelings for you by that point. But as how Damien’s first impression was intrigue, hers is more calculating. She essentially is sizing up how much of an asset you’d be. Celine’s a woman who gets straight to business, after all. She ends up falling herself, at some point, but unlike Damien, she’s aware of what’s happening, and she tries to resist it. Love (of the romantic kind) has only ever brought her pain.

The Host is also intrigued by you. Though he can’t see you, his narrations make up for it and he’s actually somewhat subdued while around you. I can’t tell if he’s enraptured by you or intimidated. But he finds you fascinating nonetheless. However, he also tends to hide in the library, the one place he knows you can’t follow, because while you might be able to control your embers, doing so becomes more difficult the more flammable material there is.

As a treat for y’all! Some bonus Egos!

KOTS is impressed, but he tries to introduce you to one of his subjects and the poor thing immediately runs away after seeing the embers from your wings. You apologize, since you believe that you did something to scare the creature, but since he is capable of communication with them, he knows that it was just the embers from your fire. This subject in particular had a bad history with fire, having been caught in a forest fire started accidentally by humans. Luckily, King was able to save the squirrel, but the poor thing had been skittish around fires and sparks ever since.

Silver Shepherd doesn’t really care about the fire aspect of you, that is until one of your embers lands on his costume and ignites the fabric. It shakes him, but he’s fine in the end. He also respects you, like Jackie does. Though you two don’t meet often.

Eric is honestly so timid around you! Like, he was already sweating before, but now he’s sweating bucketloads! He’s really impressed by you, and he gains a crush on you quickly. Though he still flinches when any of your embers stray too near.

Yan. Is. So. EXCITED!! He thinks you’re SO cool and his old senpai is thrown to the wayside after like, a week of you staying with the Egos. Legit if you are nice to him, he’s so happy. If you indulge him, for instance, in this case, play dress up with him and let him do your makeup, he will SQUEAL. He’s just so happy and in love.

At first he’s very shocked when he finds out/realizes that the others like you too, but he eventually accepts it. After like, three weeks to a month of pondering. And yes, you can very obviously tell that something’s wrong with him, he’s not as cheerful, he’s distracted, you’ll find him observing the others out of the corner of his eye. He eventually accepts it.

After all, he can’t kill those who are immortal or who have reality bending abilities, and many of the others are actually nice to him. The closest thing he’s had to a family in a long time. He’s surprisingly not going to give that up just so he can keep you to himself.

A/N: I enjoyed this one a lot! I had a lot of blank moments when writing this, but it eventually turned out! And all within like, an hour, too! I hope you enjoy this one, 03! If I can call you that, I just enjoy shortening people’s usernames. If not, then just let me know and I’ll change it!

#egos x reader #septic egos x reader #markiplier egos x reader #jacksepticeye egos x reader

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evu0chan · 2 years

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Jackieboy Man x Suicidal Female Reader

(TW SUICIDE & SH SCARS)

English is not my first language

(Y/N) was standing at the edge of a bridge. She couldn't do this any longer. She wanted all of this to end. A tear made it's way down her cheek as she looked down. People walked past her not even bothering to stop her so she took it as a sign to just jump. She took a deep breath and extended her arms. A smile began to form on her lips as she took a step forward and fell. She heard a few screams but couldn't care less at the moment. (Y/N) fell but just before she hit the ground something catched her. Shocked and scared she slowly opened her eyes only to see Jackieboy Man. He was crying and repeatedly asking her why she would do that. (Y/N) couldn't answer. It broke her heart to see him cry and without her noticing tears started to run down her cheeks. Once Jack landet and safely put her down he grabbed her by the shoulders. "Why didn't you tell anyone! Why didn't you tell me!" he asked shaking her. (Y/N) couldn't say anything and just blankly stared back at him. A few new tears started to fall down Jacks face and he quickly kissed (Y/N) cheek before hugging her. (Y/N) eyes widened. Did he just kiss her? After a few seconds she broke down and buried her face in Jackieboy man's neck. "Shhhh it's okay (Y/N)... I'm here... You're okay... I'm so sorry" sayd jack while playing with (Y/N)'s hair to try and calm her and it worked. (Y/N) soon calmed down and looked at the ground. She never wanted anyone to see her like that especially not the egos. Jackieboy Man grabbed her chin softly giving her no choice then to look at him. "Talk to me" he whisperd trying his hardest not to break down. "I-... Jack... I-I'm sorry" (Y/N) stuttered. "Talk to me (Y/N)! What's going on? Let me help you!" he begged. (Y/N) soon gave in and sat down on a nearby bench. The Hero followed her and sat down next to her patiently waiting for her to talk. The girl soon started to talk about her problems and jack listend quietly nodding his head and rubbing the girl's back. After she told him everything she turned to him and asked: "Please don't tell anyone..." The Hero hesitated and his gaze turned to her arm. "May i?" he asked but before the girl could answer he softly grabbed her arm and pulled her sleeve up. He gasped as he saw all the scars and looked at her. "Promise me that you'll stop" he begged. (Y/N) pulled away and covered her arms before looking back at Jack again. "I'll try" she sayd. "If you ever get the urge to hurt yourself just please for the love of God come to me! I'm here for you okay?" he told her while holding her hands. "Fine... Thank you..." she sayd while a little smile formed on her lips. The Hero smiled as well and sayd: "I'm going to keep it to myself but I can't promise you anything"

(Y/N) looked at him and thanked him and with that they both walked home.

#jackieboy man #septic egos #septic egos x reader #jacksepticeye egos #egos x reader #jacksepticeye

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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could you write something (fic or headcanon list) about anti x a da reader? random idea i got in my head i can’t stop thinking about lol

Ooooo this is a funky idea, needed a few days to think this over though.

Heartbroken from the events of WKM, trapped in the mirror, you start to develop a sense of hatred for Wilford, Mark, and Dark

Your mirror was eventually taken from the manor, and sold to an antiquity shop, from which it was then sold to a random buyer

Anti happened to be crawling out of this poor soul's computer when he senses another demonic energy, and creeps around to the mirror

When he looks into the mirror he actually sees you, reaching a clawed hand into the mirror, and pulling you out

He's more curious than anything, circling you as the would-be victim runs for their life

You thank him, saying how you had been trapped in there by some dickwad named "Dark"

He sneers, knowing who you're talking about due to their rivalry

Those moments where two villains fall in love while working together to defeat the hero? This, this right here

He giggles as you take his hand, leading you to the land of the internet, where Dark could no longer hide from you

#100 follower event #antisepticeye #anti #jse anti #anti x reader #jse anti x reader #antisepticeye x reader #jse antisepticeye x reader #jse antisepticeye #jse egos #septic egos #glitch bitch #electric limeade #midnight mint #dramatic diva #chaosanswers #chaoscanons #colonel mustache

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lotusconstellation · 1 year

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Introduction

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Greetings and salutations everyone! My name is Lotus, my pronouns are They/He.

I am a multi-fandom writer, I haven’t posted anything but I do write a lot in my spare time and I would be happy if you guys sent in suggestions or request on what I should write.

For now, the fandom’s I will write for is

-Lego Monkie Kid (LMK)

-The Stanley Parable

-The Monkey King: Reborn

-New Gods: Ne Zha Reborn

-Markiplier egos

-Septiceye egos

-Stardew Valley

(Will add more in future)

I do have to warn you: !!Updates will be slow!!

I struggle with motivation a lot, and I also overthink a lot when I write so please, be patient with me.

I have a few important things to say before I move onto what I will and will not write:

This is a gender-neutral blog. All readers will be classified as gender-neutral or if you are transgender. If you want something specific, then you will have to DM me.

I also write for myself, writing my comfort characters x my persona and will probably post some of my work on here. I am not entirely comfortable with writing others personas or OC’s just yet but I am not opposed to doing so, if you would like me to write any OC’s, self inserts, or persona’s, please DM me and we’ll discuss it!!

This applies to my do's and don'ts, but this is very important for everyone to hear. Do not request anything that goes against the creators wishes, especially if you know that your request is going to be against their boundaries. If you do so, I'm going to say no. We need to respect everyone's boundaries, including the creators! They have every right to have a set of boundaries and should be respected.

What I will write:

-Fluff

-Implied Suggestive content (depending on the fandom I am writing for)

-Yandere Content

-X reader

-Headcanons

-Oneshots

What I will NOT write:

-Incest

-P*dophilia

-Character x Character

-Any serious topics such as sexual harassment, r@pe, self harm (this one might have an exception), etc

-Smut

One more important thing. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK AND CREDIT ME IF YOU DECIDE TO SHARE MY WORK

That’s all, have a good Day/Afternoon/Night! Hope to write for you soon! 💜💜💛💛

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ijwrff · 9 months

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Another Zombie?-Yandere! Septic-egos x Zombie! Abused! Reader

I don’t know if I’m losing my mind or not, but I thought someone requested this. I just can’t find the request. It’s on my sheet! Of which stories to do in what order!!!!! But it is lost in the void. So here’s this possibly requested possibly not requested story.

Lots of violence in this one, proceed with caution. There’s also some lines...that could sound like SA, but I am NOT touching that topic. For this story, and my intention, it is about abuse. Not SA. No SA involved whatsoever I can’t write for that. I can’t >.>

So! Here be the story! Involves: Anti, Marvin, Henrik, JJ, Robbie, and Jackie.

Word Count: 2,714

You didn’t mean to stumble across the Septic’s house, but you did. Running from a group intending on torturing you. With your own blood splattered on your face and abdomen, you fell down, right in front of a house that looked abandoned. Hoping it could give you some semblance of relief from this pain, you bust the door down with what little strength you had left.

It didn’t look as empty on the inside. Quite the opposite in fact, it was very lively. With decorated walls, couches, a tv with game consoles, and lights everywhere. The blinding lights hurt your eyes, and you tried to look around. There was too much to process, and you couldn’t look anywhere without seeing those damned lights.

Losing all color in your eyes when you died made your eyes seem much more sensitive.

The group chasing you, realized you were a zombie and decided torturing you wasn’t “inhumane” because you weren’t breathing anymore. The twisted bastards. They’d cut, burned, dismembered, all you could think of. And you always recovered. You always felt it. You always remembered the terrible things that had been done to you in life, and now in death. It never seemed to end.

“Anti stop breaking down our door.” A nonchalant voice said from somewhere in the room. You couldn’t see him, but he was reading a book on the couch with his feet perched up on the table. He didn’t look up until he heard your grunts of pain. “Oh shit.” Was all he could think to say.

“N-no wait! Please…help me. Please.” You covered your eyes and fell to the ground. Maybe this was it. Those boys would find you, and keep you as their own personal punching bag until they grew old…or got bored of you. “I’m…being chased. I need help, please help.” You were on your knees, hands now covering your own head as you practically fell in the fetal position.

The man ran over to you, gauging your state of mind and body as best he could without knowing much about you or your situation. “HENRIK!” He yelled. He placed a hand on your back but you flinched away far enough that he took a big step back, holding up his hands. “Easy…easy. I’ll help you. A doctor lives here, he can patch you up.” He had to wonder just what you’d been through…

You heard the boys approaching the house, yelling profanities directed at you. Each time, you flinched and whined. It already hurt so bad…why were they doing this? You didn’t deserve it! Not any of it! Maybe…the people living here could help. You could hope, but hoping hasn’t exactly helped you so far.

“They’re…coming…” You muttered as you coughed up black blood. They had definitely seen the house by now, you could hear them coming closer and closer. Probably with their weapons still in hand. Bats, knives, you name it. Anything that could inflict the most pain.

“I got you…” The man said, and he realized the lights were causing you problems, so he turned them off. “Don’t worry, I can see just fine.” You didn’t see the wink he made in your direction, but you sat up a little straighter. “HENRIK! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!” He yelled before walking slowly and calculatingly out the front door, towards the group of boys.

The doctor ran in, turning on the lights. “What? What’s wrong?” He saw you flinch at the brightness, and he turned them back off, leading you into another room carefully. He knew any pressure on a sensitive damaged area could make a patient panic. And from the brief look he got off your face, you were already close to panicking. “It’s okay…this way, alright?” He kept his hands off you after seeing how bad the flinch was.

Luckily the other rooms had a brightness setting. He led you around their home, and downstairs into the medical room. Did…a lot of people typically have medical rooms in their homes nowadays? Who knew at this point, whatever their reason for having it was, it was saving your ass right now. There were medicines, tables, and machines you hadn’t seen in a long time. It puts you a little bit more on edge.

You heard a brief sound of a scream as you entered the room, coming from outside, but as soon as the door was shut you couldn’t hear anything else. It made you wince, not knowing if the man who had saved you was the one screaming. He didn’t try to hurt you…he seemed genuine. At least from what you could tell.

As if sensing your unease, Henrik directed you towards the table, instructing you to sit down. “It’s alright…Marvin can handle himself. I can assure you he’ll be fine.” He got to work, going at your pace and not his. He clearly knew what he was doing, and treated you with the most care you’d had in a long time. “So…a zombie, huh?” He chuckled and you made a frown, looking away from him.

“I’m…sorry. I should go.” You said, and tried to get off the table, but the wound on your side made it difficult. “Don’t want you to be seen with me.” It hurts to say, but at this point? You were used to it. You’d met many people in your time, and you knew rather than whether you were alive or dead that it would only cause problems for all parties involved.

“No, no. It’s alright. You’re not the first zombie to come through these doors.” He chuckled again, a little louder at the surprised look on your face. Henrik seemed to know what you were thinking, and continued, “His name is Robbie. He lives here with us. Once you were feeling a bit better I could introduce you. He doesn’t bite, unless provoked.”

After that? Everything went pretty good. You ended up moving in with the men, Robbie, Henrik, Marvin, Anti, JJ, and Jackie all lived there with you. It was a pretty big house, which you didn’t realize when first arriving. You hadn’t left once, in the three months you’d been living here.

They wouldn’t let you.

At first it made sense. You were targeted, and the people who were commonly after you could bring you harm. Once they realized you’d never bit or even done so much as scratch someone, they became fiercely protective over you. You had “lived” many years, and not once did you harm someone. They couldn’t fathom it. How someone so kind could get so much hatred directed towards them.

As for sleeping arrangements, they realized you had nightmares every night. So after about a week of getting to know them all, you took turns sleeping in their beds. It was…kind of nice. You had never been so doted on, and it was weird. But…after a while you started relying on it. The nightmares didn’t go away completely, but it was much better after your first few rounds with the boys.

Robbie was the ultimate cuddler, and liked to nuzzle you. Henrik was respectful, and only cuddled lightly if you initiated it. You could tell he wanted to cuddle more, but he was also pretty guarded. Marvin liked to sleep with you cradled under his arm, wrapping his arms around you all night. Anti…tried to cuddle. But the man moved around so damn much in his sleep it was practically impossible. JJ never touched you. He did allow you to sleep in his bed, but he didn’t do so much as to even hold your hand. It was kind of a break from the cuddling you got from all the others. Jackie was a cutie pie. Always wanting to be the little spoon.

All of that? Was about to change today.

It was just you and Robbie at home, and you were planting in the garden out front. It was something Robbie liked to do, that you had never done before meeting him. It was extremely relaxing, and sometimes if it was a little damp, it would turn into a mud fight. To the other’s dismay. With mud tracked all throughout the house.

Robbie went around the back side of the house, to get the hose and pale, so you were arranging the flowers as best you could. And you were doing a great job! You were humming happily, and not paying attention to your surroundings. That…was a mistake on your part. What was coming? You would always think about and blame yourself for.

A man came towards you, seemingly lost in the woods. You didn’t notice him until he was up close, his shadow looming over you. “The fuck? Are you some kind of freak?” He took a step closer, and you flinched away from him only to have your arm harshly grabbed to hold you in place. He seemed to laugh, “You must be! Look at those eyes! Bet you can’t even talk! Got no tongue or something?”

He used his free hand and pried your mouth open. “Look at that! There is a tongue. Why don’t you and me go into that forest and see if your insides look human or not.” He had a wicked grin on his face, clearly some kind of psychopath. Or…just another normal human who wanted to mess with the undead in horrendous ways. It was impossible to tell.

“N-No! Leave me alone!” You weren’t stronger than him by a long shot. But…you also didn’t want to risk hurting him. “R-ROBBIE!” You tried calling, only to have the man tackle you, pinning your hands above your head with one hand, and one hand over your mouth.

“Who are you trying to call to? Another freak?” He smiled with a look that some would argue is less human than even you or Robbie. “You do make noise! Good to know!” He cackled, and you could see Robbie turning the corner of the house.

He dropped the hose and pale, and walked towards you as fast as he could. But…he hadn’t fed all week. So it was taking more time than he’d like. It would take at least a couple minutes at that rate. The stranger saw him, and knew that too.

“Aw look! A couple of freaks. Hey, you…” He looked back at you. “Wanna see what I can do to your little boyfriend over there?” Another cackle, and Robbie looked more and more angry by the passing second. He wasn’t worried about himself. But he WAS worried about you.

Your eyes widened. No…no he can’t hurt Robbie. Not any of the men you’d come to love. Not even one of them should ever have so much as a scratch. This man? Threatening to hurt Robbie? The boy who had always been so kind and cute and just…precious to you. He was…going to hurt him? No no. That can’t happen.

All your favorite memories with Robbie flashes before your eyes. The late night talks, the trying and failing to cook together for the whole family, the mindlessly scrolling through the internet. Even when you both tried to play video games but were so slow the rest of your little family felt bad and let you win. This man…he would not…take this…AWAY FROM YOU!

Something in you snapped, and you opened your mouth as wide as you could, biting into the man’s hand, and effectively breaking the bones. The blood…it tasted so good. You couldn’t get enough of it. One bite turned into two, and two to four, four to ten. Eating away and away, as the man screamed and writhed in agony. It was…funny, almost. The way just one threat towards a boy you loved could warp your entire mentality.

Before you knew it Robbie had joined you, tearing away at the man. The man had stopped moving a long time ago, but you didn’t stop. Robbie had stopped a while ago, but you were just so hungry. He tasted so good. It was addictive, and euphoric. It not only tasted good, but it FELT good. As if you were getting stronger, as if this was the thing that had been missing in your life. Your will to fight back.

Robbie stopped you, breathing heavily after there was barely anything of the man left. “You’ll get…too full. Stop. You need to stop.” You hadn’t heard him sound that strong all week, but you didn’t WANT to stop. However he knew that feeling all too well. If you ate all of him you could, you’ll be ravenous. Wanting more and more until you can’t take it.

You ignored him, so in response, he pulled you away from the man and kissed you. The blood on both your lips mixes together, creating an addictive mixture. Eyes closed, and you both let out your long developing feelings into the one action. It was heaven, if that even existed, and you both didn’t need to stop for air so it continued for a while. At least until you had calmed down.

“Robbie! I…I’m sorry. I…oh my god…I killed him…” The realization struck, and you curled up against Robbie, sobbing. He held you close, very firmly. He wasn’t afraid of hurting you as much as he had been before you fed. This…was a good start though.

Before long all the others came back, and they all surrounded your crying form. It was a lot of sweet words, and comforting gestures. “It’s okay, you’re safe now.” “He can’t hurt you anymore…” “I’ve got you.” Were common in those following moments. You hadn’t noticed, but almost all of the men’s eyes were glowing green. In anger? Maybe. But definitely protectiveness.

After a while, your crying had stopped and they all pulled away. You looked at each of them, and felt confused. They all looked…proud. Some more so than others. Especially Marvin and Anti.

Anti spoke first, leaning down to be on your level, and patted your head, “You did good. So fucking happy we found you.” He pulled you into a hug again, and scratched your back lightly with his black colored nails. But he pulled back and looked more serious. “You’re not allowed to leave. Ever. There’s more people like him. If anyone hurt you I’d fucking mu-”

Marvin cut him off, “Don’t scare them. But dearest…” He turned to you, “He’s right. You can’t leave. We’d be devastated if we lost you. There’s too many people that want to take you away from us. You don’t want that do you?” He smiled, and gave you a peck on the lips. It seemed to make some of the others anxious for their turns, or so it seemed.

Jackie jumped up, and almost knocked you over with a hug. His eyes were watering, and he whimpered out, “You wanna stay with us forever don’t you?” He was on the verge of crying, and you felt so bad you nodded yes. And maybe you did. But…this still felt wrong. You had murdered someone, and here they were kissing and praising you.

Henrik was next, “We love you. Dearly. We’ll do whatever we have to in order to make sure you can stay right here with us.” He pulled you close, “Nothing can take you from us. Nothing.” It sounded like a threat, but when he pulled back he had that friendly smile on his face. One you were sure his patients loved. “You did good. I’m proud of you.” A quick kiss and he had returned to normal.

JJ was last, and he blushed so bright his whole face was red. He leaned in and pecked you on the lips as quickly as he could and pulled back, adjusting his tie. You didn’t know what it said, but clearly the others did, because they chuckled as he signed “We won’t let you leave. You’re going to stay here, with us.” And if he could laugh he would have. He might be the most twisted of them all, but no one would know that.

So maybe you didn’t want to kill someone today…or ever. But…the men you loved were proud of it. So maybe it couldn’t be that bad of a thing…if it was just in self defense…surely you wouldn’t have to kill ever again…

Right?

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egomeister · 2 years

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BIG SPOON OR LITTLE SPOON?

ALL EGOS

SYNOPSIS: While we're on the talk of cuddles, are they a big or a little spoon? (Most of the guys are happy with both, so I'm just going to put their preference)

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Darkiplier

Big spoon

Wilford Warfstache

Little spoon

Actor! Mark

Either (Changes by the day)

Yancy

Little spoon

Illinois

Big spoon

Engineer Mark

No preference

Damien

Big spoon

Antisepticeye

Big spoon (Dislikes cuddling though)

Chase Brody

Little spoon

Marvin the Magnificent

Big spoon

Dr. Schneeplestein

No preference

Jameson Jackson

Little spoon

#darkiplier x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #actor mark x reader #yancy x reader #illinois x reader #antisepticeye x reader #chase brody x reader #marvin the magnificent x reader #dr schneeplestein x reader #jameson jackson x reader #tufts septic egos #tufts iplier egos

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Hey! Can I request Markiplier and Jacksepticye egos (You can chose who) with a reader who is kinda like kenny from south park in the sense that they have the ability to die and come back to life the next day, but very little people remember it. Some details you can add is that reader is very tired all the time and doesn't try to avoid dying anymore. They also cover their face using either a veil or mask and rarely speak. I really enjoy your writing and I hope you're doing okay!

Illinois

He’s used to his associates dying during adventures. So he doesn’t think you’ll be any different (but still he’s upset when you fell into a lethal spike pit, the images unable to leave his mind).

Then the next day, you come back. Not even slightly injured.

Illinois is relieved yet so confused, especially when the others think you’re just fine and don’t remember him telling them about your death.

“No, that’s..I-I know for a fact I saw you die. But I guess fate wanted you to come back to me, huh?” He turns on his flirtatious charm again to mask his confusion.

You just shrug and smile behind your face mask. “It happens..won’t be the last time, though.”

“....wait what do you mean?”

Wilford

You dying, coming back, and not worrying about avoiding death only further solidifies Wilford’s belief that death is meaningless.

He’s the only one who remembers you dying, but when he sees how carefree you are, he just laughs and thinks you’re pranking him.

Of course! You had to be! Why else would you not care about walking straight into danger?

There were times where he shot you in front of the others and one ego goes “oh my god, he killed [y/n]!!” and another shouts “you bastard!!”

But obviously none of them remember that.

Schneeplestein

He takes one x-ray of you and is flabbergasted by what he sees.

“You should be dead!! No human could have injuries this severe and survive! But here you are sitting in my exam room!”

He’s a doctor who defies both life and death in the operating room, though apparently you do, too.

Any fatal mishaps with Anti’s attacks or Marvin’s spells are irrelevant as you come back the next day like nothing happened.

Henrik’s cursed with the knowledge of knowing you’re basically immortal, while the others don’t remember you dying at all.

Jackieboy Man

You were his sidekick photographer during a mission and it did not end well, as the flash scared some birds and you fell to your death.

Poor Jackie saw you hit the pavement...and boy it was messy.

When you come back the next day, he doesn’t seem to remember any of that night. Though Marvin does, recalling the superhero being traumatized and inconsolable.

Yet there you two are, playing video games like nothing ever happened.

When he asks what superpower you’d wanna have, you jokingly say “immortality”.

#clanask #anonymous #iplier egos x reader #septic egos x reader #ahwm illinois #illinois x reader #wilford warfstache #wilford warfstache x reader #dr schneeplestein #dr schneeplestein x reader #jackieboy man #jackieboy man x reader #platonic #tw death #headcanons

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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━"Bad Bad Things"

━Tw: Mentions of murder, some flirty things

Being the leading personnel of a supernatural branch in the government is easier than it sounds.

HQ was home to (Y/n). No matter how much alien shit the universe threw at them, it was always sorted out into piles of paperwork by the end of the day.

But when two glitchy demons are thrown into the tattered brown chairs of their office, things get much more complicated for their pay grade.

No amount of training could have prepared (Y/n) for these two men.

━Notes: Welcome to part two of Sard Burys Himself In Work Becuase They Have To Stay Sane

━Song: "Killer In The Mirror" By Set It Off

Part One Part Two

They needed to stock up on Tylenol.

(Y/n) jotted the medicines name down on a small pad of paper, other words like milk and bread surrounding it with loopy handwriting. Metal rings from the top of the small notepad they were holding left indents in their palm as they cradled it, a pen being held in the grip of their other hand.

Walking down the dark halls of their workplace was always tedious, especially when trying to navigate and write at the same time. If (Y/n) didn't know any better they would have thought that the people who built this place wanted everyone to feel like their feet were dying by the end of the day with how big the area was. Thank god that they had the sense to ditch the tacky shoes that came with their daily uniform in exchange for a pair of slip on sneakers. Practical and comfy.

Turning yet another corner to a long hallway, (Y/n) was met with the sight of one of their coworkers by a stray water cooler.

Or should I say two.

"Hey Amanda. Teddy." (Y/n) nodded at them with a polite smile, watching as each separate head nodded back.

"Hello (Y/n)." The left head—more commonly known as Ted—greated back, his three eyes blinking cheerily at them. "How's the day been treating you?"

"Oh same old thing. A couple of demons that got ahead of themselves needed reprimanding."

"Good thing we have such a human as you to keep them in line then." Amanda chirped up, her 60's beehive hairdoo bouncing with the effort of her words. (Y/n) chuckled and put their grocery list away to fully look at them and engage in more small talk.

It wasn't unusual for the workplace to be filled with all types of species. Most were like (Y/n) and here to do their job. Which mostly consisted of keeping the universe from being overrun by corrupt creatures with an ego too big to contain.

Biding a small goodbye to the pair at the water jug, they continued the now shorter walk to their office. This time without the grocery list distracting them.

Their office was a small thing. The walls were filled with generic art that had already been hung before they had even started as an intern. Sometimes when they got bored (Y/n) would try to make out weird shapes and faces in the abstract paintings. Most of the time they just ended up seeing blotches of paint though.

Apart from the hotel-esqe decoration, there was a stout mahogany desk parallel to two old brown chairs. Piles of paper were scattered across the surface, pencils and pens stuck in a black coffee mug off to the side that read "Number One Badass". (It had been gifted to them by one of them coworkers Trenchble, the zortite looking very proud with itself as it had presented the cup to them one morning.)

It would have been a completely normally office if not for the blood like symbols engraved into the walls, glowing red and buzzing faintly with magic.

Safety you know?

(Y/n) shuddered as they remembered the day that the magic department had come in to enchant their office. They pittied those blokes. It was well known that they had to endure the worst job in the entire company. There was always a chance when you entered into the black magic district that you would walk out with more heads than before.

Or not walk out at all.

Maybe that was the reason that (Y/n) liked what they did. Pulling demons from all over the multiverse straight into the scratchy seats of their office to repremand them certainly wasn't safe, but they reckoned it could be worse. After all, who would have guessed that the hyper kid that ate mud in their younger years would go on to become a powerful sorcerer.

Shedding their light outer coat from the previous walk should have taken all but two seconds if not for the stubborn buttons lined right at the front of it. After struggling for a bit they just gave up, finally going to sit at their desk chair.

The air from the cushion on it let out a low hiss as they flopped down. Eyes closing with a sigh, they felt themself trying to fight off an incoming headache.

It had barely been a second since they sat down before they heard the distinct woosh of a scroll arriving on the wall of their office.

Peeking their eyes open with a small grumble, (Y/n) rolled the wheels of their chair over to the tube without even getting up. They silently cursed Texon from downstairs for interrupting their moment of peace, even if brief. He was the only satyr to still use the old tube system that snaked throughout the entire place instead of company mandated phones anyways, so it's not like they had to think twice about who sent them the scroll.

Two level five intelligence soon to be dropped off. Cause of disturbance is unknown. Hostile group at hand. You still owe me five dollars from poker night (Y/n)

They were pretty sure it was against policy to add personal notes to notice letters, but that wasn't their biggest concern right now. Instead it was the large number five staring back at them on the copy paper.

Well-

Shit.

(Y/n) had never dealt with a level five demon before. A two was the normality. Maybe a couple threes here and there, a rare four sprinkled in to keep them on their toes. But a five? The only other known five was Lucifer himself. And the king of demons hadn't caused any trouble since the dark ages. In fact (Y/n) recalled hearing something about the evil-doer being retired to the beaches of bora bora.

So who the fuck was out there trying to give them more headaches than usual.

The adult didn't have to wait long to find out, the familiar flash of purple and blue light blinking once before two people—er, demons—were standing at the front of their desk, weapons bared.

They were both the most human looking entities that (Y/n) had ever seen, although still sporting normal, demonic features.

Blue and red waves overlapped from one of them. The tingly feeling had caught (Y/n)s attention, knowing that normally the runes on the wall would prevent any sort of magic from occurring in there. But it seems like they both had missed the memo.

Could demons even receive emails where they come from?

(Y/n) shook their head. That wasn't what they should be focusing on right now. Instead it should be the supposedly high risk entities not but six feet away from them.

The man on the right was donning a crisp white suit, the color contrasting greatly with his messy pitch black hair. The same black color adorned his jawline as the beginning of a light beard peaked through. They could see muscles straining through the fabric he was wearing as well, causing (Y/n) to hope that he wouldnt be much trouble. They might be able to beat him with magic in here, but it was no secret that they didn't work out. At least not enough to overpower that.

His muscles were pulled tight, grey tinted skin tense, and they could see why. Just a couple feet away from him stood the other level five, living up to his title.

(Y/n) first noticed he had a shock of fluffy green hair, which threw them off a little at first. Peiricings littered his sharp ears, some of then catching the light from above and glinting. A small brown scruff lined his jawline, texture like sand paper. Along with that he wore a simple pair of tight fitting black jeans that were ripped at the knees and a black t-shirt, looking much more laid back than the other demon.

Who he was currently pointing a knife at.

"So it's gonna be one of those days huh."

(Y/n) almost regretted speaking as soon as the words had come out. Both of them immediently snapped their heads over to the sorcerer, making them itch to grab at the amber pendant at their neck.

Before any of them could say a word (Y/n) butt in.

"I wouldn't try anything if I were you. This whole place is covered in spells that prevent you from doing any harm. You couldn't glitch from there to the door even if you tried."

No one said anything.

"What are you just standing there for?" (Y/n) snapped, their mood switching from timid to impatient quickly. "You two are the main cause of my headache today and I want you out of here as soon as possible. So sit."

They pointed to the two chairs in front of them, both of the demons not moving their eyes from their face.

"Where, might I ask is, here."

Finally one of them spoke. It was the one in the suit, running his hands lightly over the material of the chair (Y/n) had pointed at, brushing off invisible dust from it before taking a poised seat.

The other one didn't let up from his defensive position. While he did walk over same as his fellow demon to sit down, the thin knife in his hands was still unsheathed.

"I would tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."

The corner of their mouths twitched upwards slightly. Like they found what they had just said amusing.

"Names?"

"Listen lass, we're not jus bout te give ye our na-"

"Names."

"Darkiplier and Antisepticeye." The one now known as Darkiplier spoke up. Anti gave him a glare, gripping the knife harder.

(Y/n) blinked once. Those names sounded extremely familiar.

They wanted to reach under their desk and move some things around to look for 'The Big Book Of Demons' (a large pamphlet that came with that job they never used) but they didn't trust themself to take their gaze off the two of them for one minute.

They opted for pulling a peice of paper over to themself, snatching up a stray pen to write down a few details.

First one—Darkiplier—appears to be a void demon. Calm. Collected. Perhaps a known deal maker. Emits magic even when surrounded by powerful runes. Second one—Antisepticeye—is irish (for some reason.) Visibly a glitch demon. Sporadic. Loud. Also emits magi-

"Darling you do know we can hear you."

Fuck had they been talking out loud again?

They chose to ignore Darks honeyed words as they walked over to the tube, quickly putting the fresh scroll inside it and sending it back down to Texon.

"Listen-" (Y/n) had gone back to their desk and sat down. "-you two are giving us some trouble. I could tell the moment you popped in here that your little scuffle was on the verge of ripping a hole in the space time continuum. And we don't need any more of those after a certain space crew."

The two across from them shared a look like they knew what they were talking about.

They didn't like that.

"Now I could either send the both of you to the I.R.S or we could do things the easy way."

Anti barked a laugh at their words.

"Ye really think ye coul' ovehrpower us doll?" He laughed again eyeing them up with a sharp smile. "Ye might be attractive bu' not enough te beat meh in a fight."

(Y/n)s eyes widened at the blunt compliment/insult combo the glitch had just thrown at them.

"Now now Anti. Let's hear what they have to say. This is certainly more entertaining then beating you in another meaningless fight." Dark laid a hand on Antis thigh, the monochrome man relishing in the way that he grinded his teeth together at it.

"Foine."

(Y/n) cooked an eyebrow at the exchange between the two men. That, er, interaction certainly was worth keeping a mental note on.

"It's simple. We, meaning me and a team of sorcerers that could destroy your physical form in a second if I ordered them to, keep tabs on you two to make sure you aren't interrupting the universes flow. If all is well you boys may carry on your merry way doing whatever the hell you do. And if not..."

They let the end of their sentence trail off into the air, an unsaid threat lingering in between them all.

They let themself revel in the silence watching as they both thought it over. Granted it was a bit unnerving to have two sets of eyes, one blood red and the other electric green, boring into their soul the entire time. But they certaintly had had worse. That scar on their calf didn't come from a paper cut after all.

"Deal." Darkipler agreed after a moment of silence. He stood up politely to outstretched his hand in a shaking motion. But (Y/n) pushed it down slowly with a snort, taking note of how cold his skin was. And how his touch lingered just a bit too long than concidered normal.

"I'm not shaking your hand. I might be 'just another pretty face' according to your accomplice over there, but I'm not completely brain dead.

"It's always worth a try. Clearly I mistook such a clever one as you for a fool." Dark said with a smirk, purring at them lowly. He took his hand back and adjusted the cuffs of his suit while watching them all the while.

They didn't like how their ears felt a little hot.

"And I'm noht his accomplice." Anti growled cutting into the silence. Dark just rolled his eyes like he had heard this a thousand times before. Which he probably had.

"That is all I need from you two." (Y/n) cleared their throat, crossing their arms to hide the goosebumps on their amrs that definitely hadnt been caused by the way Dark had been looking at them.

"If you wish, you may take the way out of here just across the hallway to the left. Hopefully for your sake we never meet again."

They both looked at them with chilling smiles.

"Thank you dear." Was all Dark had said before strolling calmly put the office door.

"It has been a pleasure."

The glass double doors opened for them on command, laying way for a cool summers night outside.

Despite every nerve in their body and thought in their head telling them to forget them and move on, (Y/n) couldn't. It wasn't everyday they dealt with level five demons, much less those with such... unique personalitys.

Anti was lighting. Quick, striking, erratic. When he entered a room it was like alarm bells went crazy in everyone's head, warning their primal instincts to run.

But Dark was more subtle. A poisoned drink almost. Slowly chipping away at you; sapping your strength untill there was barely anything left.

(Y/n) now knew why everyone there had been wary of the pairs presence. Even on their own, the two would be a force to be reckoned with. But together?

They were dangerous.

And it worried (Y/n) that they liked it.

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jacksepticeye-simp · 11 months

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Masterlist + DNIs

Green = Will do/Interact

Yellow = May not do/Thin ice

Red: Will not do/Do not Interact

I will do:

Markiplier egos

Jacksepticeye egos

X reader stories

Enemies to lovers

Monster/Royalty AUs (exg: Vampire Darkiplier x Royal fem reader)

Female Readers

Gender Neutral Readers

Male Readers

Limes

Interact:

Markiplier fans

Jacksepticeye fans

BATIM fans

FNAF fans

LGBTQ+ and/or allies

Crankgameplays fans

Natewantstobattle fans

Amyplier lovers (Mark x Amy)

Cat lovers

I might do:

FNAF x reader stories (Human characters only)

Smut

Yandere stuff

BATIM/BATDR stuff (Once again, only human characters please. If you want to fuck an ink monster then I'm making it human, somehow.)

Crankgameplays egos (I don't know much about his egos but I'll do my best to research about them)

Natewantstobattle egos (Same as the above)

Thin Ice:

People who kept complaining about the red eyes in the FNAF movie

MHA fans

Will NOT do under any circumstance:

Incest

Ships (egoxego)

Youtuber ships (Septiplier, crankiplier, whatever. Shipping real people is weird as fuck unless they're okay with it or are actually dating. Mark legit stopped collaborating with other youtubers for a while because people kept shipping him w them)

Pedophilia

Rape

Non-con

Dub-con

Abuse of any kind

DNI:

Religious people

Septiplier/Crankiplier shippers

Cat haters

People who like shotacons/lolicons

Proshippers

Racists

Homophobes

People who defend race-bending

Transphobes

Categories:

FANDOMS:

Markiplier egos:

Googleplier:

Beautiful (Yandere Googeplier x Gender Neutral reader || TW! IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful' || TW! IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION!)

Darkiplier:

Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None)

Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader || TW: Petrification)

Demonic charms, Part 1 (Darkiplier x female reader || TWs: None)

Head Engineer Mark:

Confident (Head Engineer Mark x reader)

Yancy: