#yandereiplier imagines

[gay-dorito-dust]

Whatcha got there?

A dead body.

Prompt: ‘whatcha got there?’ ‘A smoothie.’

Tw: blood, murder or mentions of murder idk.

The house of Iplier seemed to become more lively within the night compared to as it was during the day considering that most of the egos were either supernatural or insomniacs. Tonight was no different as you were finishing topping off your smoothie with frozen berries to snack on afterwards; it would be considered a perfect evening had it not been for the sounds of people struggling to walk down the ivory staircase that lead into the foyer with constant curses whispered under their breaths and continuous stops as though whatever they were carrying was so heavy they had to take periodic breaks to catch themselves.

It was concerning to say the least because for all you knew one of them could’ve gotten hurt from doing something stupid and instead of going to the doctor, they just thought that they could walk the injury off instead. It happened with a lot of the egos but if there ever was an award for most reckless ego it would be a tie between Wilford and Bing. There was no need to go into specifics as to why that is but it was always them specifically who’d come back with a collection of scrapes, bruises and on some occasions even worse injuries.

Naturally you went to go and investigate on the pretence of indulging your curiosity from blooming into anything worse; you made your way to the doorway of the kitchen that gave you the perfect view of the staircase where you saw the red tuff of hair of Yandere and the burgundy turtleneck that stretched across Murdock’s broad shoulders. The pair were taking one step at a time as though one of them were potentially rigged to collapse and between them was a body bag and from that body bag hung a limp hand dripping blood on the pristine stairs in tiny droplets. Dark wasn’t going to like the mess as blood is known to be hard in getting out of things but you’d make sure that doesn’t happen because you didn’t want to wake up having to calm him down for something as trivial as blood on the staircase.

Neither of them has seem to be aware of your presence so you walked into the foyer with your smoothie and stopping at the base of the staircase to look at them as they carefully descended without dropping the dead body. “Whatcha got there?” You spoke aloud, catching them off guard as they’re hands instinctively let go of the body and watched on in silence as it slide down the remaining stairs until it’s cooling flesh was pressed against your sock covered feet as the limp hand was pinned to the floor. “A dead body.” Yandere said excitingly as he scampered down the rest of the staircase like a giddy school girl or an puppy who hasn’t seen their owners for twenty minutes until he was at you side.

“They can see that alright from the fucking blood trail we’re leaving behind.” Murdock murmured with distaste at the fact he got caught of guard as he slumped the rest of the way down the stairs to join the both of you before stealing your smoothie to take a sip to quench his thirst from all his hard efforts, “hey!” You cried smacking him on the arm as you yanked the smoothie away from his lips when you noticed that he was going to down the whole drink you spent awhile trying to perfect; only noticing the bloodied hand print he left behind until after you retrieved it and felt a sticky substance beneath your fingers. You almost gagged but managed to keep it inside before considering the drink a lost cause and handing it to Yandere who downed the rest of it.

“Where you planning on dumping this poor sap?” You asked, foot kicking the side of the dead body that hung out of the body bag from the slide down. A normal person would’ve screamed bloody murder before calling the authorities but you’ve been exposed to many of the egos murderous tendencies that you’ve later became decensortised and numb to it all. The smell of blood became regular to your sense that it might as well be a cologne or a perfume at this point from how often you’ve smelt it. “Where we always hide our bodies.” Murdock said as though it was completely obvious while Yandere picked out the frozen berries that submerged their way to the bottom with his bloodied fingers but you didn’t have the heart to stop him from doing so since he looked so joyous.

“The supposedly abandoned woods on the outside of town that no one goes to? Aren’t you scared that one day the police with find all the bodies hidden there?” You didn’t really need to ask because you already knew the answer to this, Dark always covered up whenever one of the egos killed as to keep the authorities from ever finding out. It’s worked out so good so far but you just feared that one day Murdock or Yandere would slip up and get caught; which would then lead to a potential full scale investigation for the other missing people that they’ve killed and there wouldn’t be a thing you could to to stop them without coming across as an accomplice to their madness. You have voiced this worry countless times but we’re always greeted with the same result, “those unqualified chumps? Oh please y/n we’re professionals at this craft, we know what we’re doing,” Murdock placed a gloved hand under your chin so that you were looking into his beautiful ruby red eyes that he hide behind a pair of black shades just as Bing hid his vibrant orange ones, “you don’t got to worry your pretty and/or handsome head about that from ever happing.”

“Yeah! We’d never let them catch us y/n, even if they did, they’d have to die for keeping me from my senpai.~” Yandere said menacingly through gritted teeth and a crazed look in his eye as every muscle in his body tensed before relaxing within the blink of an eye. “Yeah…I’ll let you both get back to what you were doing and I’ll clean up the blood before Dark find outs and has your guts for garters.” You patted the pair on the shoulders but before you could retreat to the kitchen for cleaning supplies Murdock caught you hand and pulled you back in front of him. “Before you do that, we need someone to open the door for us so we can actually get rid of the body.” He points out as he and Yandere then lifted the body into their arms while you rush towards the double doors to open one of them as the pair passed you by and into the night before shutting the door behind them to then retreat to the kitchen for cleaning supplies for the blood. This was going to be night you’ll never forget for the wrong reasons.

#markiplier egos imagines #markiplier egos imagine #markiplier egos x reader #yandereiplier imagines #yandereiplier x reader #yandereiplier imagine #murderiplier imagines #murderiplier x reader #murderiplier imagine #markiplier x reader #markiplier imagine #markiplier imagines #tw:blood #iplier egos imagine #iplier egos x reader #iplier egos imagines

[you-are-watching-markipliertv]

Yandereiplier runs the TikTok account for MarkTV

Oh, man, I love that idea! I can't imagine the kinds of trends she follows with the channel's account lmao

#markipliertv #markiplier tv #markiplier egos #the ipliers #yandereplier #staff members #program listings

[jackaycola]

Eric, Chicago, and Yan having a nice chat!!

( @smiledog15578's Yandereiplier design! ) They are having a sleepover! I like to imagine they are close friends and see each other as siblings.

Eric also is the oldest bc big brother vibes.

#markiplier #ericderekson #iswmillinoir #iswmchico #chicagoillinoir #iswmfankid #illinoirfankid #markiplieriswm #yandereiplier #yandereiplierfanart #jackofass #ericdereksonfanart #illinoisxnoir #noirxillinois #illinoirfamily #( tag for chicago eheh )

[marki-trash-blog]

You may have already done this before but question. How would the egos (Yan, and Author included) react to like their s/o baking them like cookies or something when their s/o notices they're a little stressed out?

This got really long, since I essentially wrote a mini one shot for each of the egos, so it’s under a read more, enjoy! (also like I worked really hard on this so yeah pls appreciate)

Dark would be confused at first, the sweet scent of blueberry brownies wafting through the house as soon as he came in. He drops his suitcase gently, quiet as a hunter stalking its prey as he makes his way into the kitchen. He relaxes as soon as he sees it’s just his s/o, and he patiently waits in silence as they take them out of the oven and put them into the fridge to cool off. He’d smile, incredibly flattered. It’s not often anyone does things like that for him. He’d swiftly make his way to them and wrap his arms around them, softly, turning them around to give them a quick peck on the lips and watching them become flustered in his hold. He’d thank them profusely and absolutely love the brownies, setting aside some time to cuddle or simply be in their company and talk or watch a movie. It would genuinely make him happy, even if it’s difficult for him to show.

Wilford would pipe up as soon as he arrived. He’d loudly yell out for his s/o after smelling the sweet strawberry cupcakes someone must had prepared. Had that been him? He had a bad memory but he would’ve definitely remembered making his favorite dessert! He’d rush to the kitchen and just be absolutely taken by seeing his s/o apologizing for the mess in the room. “Aww, honeybun, no need to worry! We can clean up later, thank you my sweet little darling, you’re most definitely too good to me.” He’d help them get the cupcakes cooling in the fridge and drawing a bath for them both. Lots of sweet kisses and giggles would ensue. He’d set them both in their pj’s and snack on the cupcakes while watching tv. He wouldn’t cease thanking them for the sweet gesture and flattering them on their baking skills.

Dr.Iplier would have arrived home, absolutely exhausted after managing the injuries resulting from other ego’s competitiveness or simple stupidity, or both. He’d sit down on the couch, almost crashing right then and there, before smelling from the kitchen one of the best scents he ever knew. “Is- wait that- is that chocolate fudge chocolate cake?” He’d get up and speedwalk to the kitchen, finding you taking a batch of cupcakes in his absolute favorite flavor out of the oven, squeaking when you saw him. “Oh gosh, I thought you’d be home later! I wanted to surprise you, you work so hard and I know this isn’t much but I know it’s your favorite and-” He’d cut you off with a gentle, thankful kiss and just hold you there in the middle of the kitchen after you set the cupcakes down. After a while of comfortable silence he spoke up. “So, when do you think they’ll have cooled down?”

Google could register that someone was definitely baking something, but it wasn’t anyone’s birthday according to his calendar, so for what reason? He quietly drifted towards the kitchen, carefully assessing the situation as he sees you frosting a cake. He watches as you just decorate it simply, and then look up to where he stands, as if caught red-handed. “I- uhh, I knew you were having lots of paperwork and I wanted to make something- I mean, I know you’re an android so maybe this was stupid but umm, it’s vanilla! I know you prefer plainer things.” He’d come over and shush you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, absolutely amazed at the fact you thought of making him something. Humans could be such fascinating and kind creatures. He’d hold your hands in his for a moment. “Thank you, I am fond of it already.”

Bim would be so terribly drained after a full day or recording, but when he walked inside and smelled sugar cookies he bolted to the kitchen and squealed, seeing them set on a placed on the table and you smiling softly. He would run over and hug you and give you a soft, gentle kiss, looking at you with bright, sparkling eyes and a goofy smile. “You should eat one first (y/n)!! You made them after all!!” The rest of the evening would be spent watching cartoons and eating the cookies.

Author would  be back from a character hunt, his bat covered in gore and left outside, his shirt and pants all bloody, yet his hair and face pristine. He smells the cake as soon as he walks in. He wouldn’t even be subtle about entering the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist as you squeal in surprise. “Authy- you whined- you’re getting me all dirty.” You pouted comically as Author chuckled. “We can wash that of later, together~ Now, now, what have you made here? You do know red velvet cake is my favorite, don’t you?” You blush and nod. “I know you love character haunts, but they wear on you, I thought.. well I thought I’d give you a nice surprise.” He’d hum his approval and kiss you gently, his mouth tasting of a distinct metallic tang, but you didn’t think to bother. “Shall we eat then, doll?” 

Host already knew what you were doing by the time he reached the dining room near the kitchen. Besides the lovely smell of blueberry muffins wafting through the entire house, his narration was a reliable source. He made his way into the kitchen and leaned on the counter. “(Y/n), The Host wonders for what reason you’ve decided to bake his favorite dessert.” He spoke softly, genuinely curious. You laughed a tad awkwardly. “Your narration told you, didn’t it?” Host nodded. You sighed, and put the batch of muffins into the freezer to cool. “Well, you always do so much for me, I figured I’d at least make a little something to return the favor.” You went up to him and he rested his arms over your hips, going around to your back.He leaned in and granted you a soft, loving kiss, slow and meaningful, before pulling back and smiling. “Thank you, (Y/n), The Host can’t wait to taste them, and see if they taste about as sweet as you~”

Bing loudly burst into the kitchen, not really quite aware of what was going on around him as he sat on the counter top. “Suh (Y/n)! How are ya babe?” He beamed, purely happy just from spending time with you. You couldn’t help but smile back. “I”m good dude, made you a surprise!” Bing actually paused, lifting his shades. His eyes, golden with orange flecks, were bright and wide in amazement. “Really? You, uh, you really didn’t have to.” He was starting to blush, and you laughed, pulling a cookie from behind you and handing it to him. “Peanut Butter Sugar cookies, your favorite right?” You smiled sweetly, and he jumped off from the counter to hug you. “Babe, you totally know I love you, right?” You laughed a bit and nodded, giving him a chaste peck on the lips, to which he broke out in a goofy grin. “Alright! Let’s eat some cookies then bruh!” 

Yandere got home after attending to some... business. He’d been off with Wilford, taking care of some lowlife who had threatened his senpai a long time ago. When he walked through the door, he could instantly smell his favorite dessert. He rushed to the kitchen, finding you icing a simple chocolate cake. He made his way over to you before you were able to react and squeezed you tin a tight hug. “Senpai!~ You didn’t have to!” You laughed a bit and awkwardly shifted to turn around in his hold and hug him back. ‘I wanted to though! I know it’s your favorite, it was your favorite right?” Yan nodded enthusiastically and lightly kissed you happily. “You’re such a good senpai, now, let’s go ahead and eat some cake!” The two of you giggled as he placed a bit of frosting on your nose and you licked the residue off his finger. Sometimes Yan really wasn’t all that bad!

#author #the author #host #the host #yandere #yandereiplier #Darkiplier #Wilford Warfstache #google #googleplier #bing #bingiplier #dr.iplier #Bim trimmer #markiplier egos #imagine #headcanon #wooo gosh #this took forever #its a lot #apologies for any spelling mistakes

[dancing-heart-pony]

This prompt reminded me of something I wrote a while ago and never posted:

Alter Ego Prom AU

I’m coming up with headcannons for a high school AU with Mark and Jack’s egos. It’s like, whatever ego X reader. Each ego has their own tendencies and I wondered what it would be like if they liked the reader and asked them to be their prom date. It’s kinda silly but idk. (I’m not going to do all of them, because there’s just so many)

Dark: He asks you in a very traditional way, it probably involves roses. He won’t admit how overjoyed he is when you say yes. He tells you to wear red, so you’ll match his tie, and when he arrives to pick you up, he tells you how amazing you look. He probably goes all out with renting a limo and takes you to fancy restaurant beforehand. At the actual dance, he introduces you to all his cohorts. He acts very professional and proper around them. Whenever you have a moment to yourselves, he pulls you away to kiss you. He’d definitely dance to all the slow songs with you, whispering sweet things into your ear. He wins prom king because of how immensely popular he is. You subsequently win prom queen, because the two of you are dating and everyone knows this. Alternatively, if you didn’t win for whatever reason, he would ignore the actual prom queen and still dance with you instead.

Wilford: This is a tricky one. He’d tease you with the idea that he might ask you, but you’d probably have to bring it up to him tbh. It would take a little persuading, but he would eventually agree. He’s aready bought the tickets for the two of you anyway, so you figure it was all just part of his plan. Once you know he actually does like you, he tries to spoil you. He even takes you shopping for what you’re going to wear. On prom night, he takes you to your favorite restaurant and he lets you order everything you want, including dessert. When it comes to dancing, he has two left feet, but he insists on dancing anyway, mostly the fast, upbeat songs. He’s a bit embarrassed to slow dance with you, but he’s actually not terrible. If he ends up stepping on your toes, he apologizes profusely.

Google: Sends you a well-worded text “I was calculating the probability of wether or not you would agree to attend this ‘Prom’ event with me. You are a very interesting person and I enjoy your company. I would find it incredibly satisfying if you said yes.” When you agree, he is genuinely grateful. When he picks you up, he tells you, “I’m delighted that you agreed to attend this event with me. I am aware that there were many other qualified suitors who were willing to accompany you. The fact that you chose myself is quite flattering.” He would go on to tell you that he finds your outfit aesthetically pleasing. He would take you to any restaurant you want, and he’d spend the whole night by your side, making sure you were having a good time. He brings you punch and offers you a few dances. Even though he can’t actually feel any sort of attraction, he would do things that are considered romantic, because he knows how much you like him. He’d even kiss you if you asked. It does nothing for him, but he’s contented by how much you seem to enjoy it.

Yandere: He’s too shy to ask senpai to Prom in person, so he slips a letter into your locker. The note itself is actually pretty child-like in appearance, with little hearts and doodles in the margins. It’s written in sparkly gel pen and ends with those “check yes or no” boxes. When you approach him after, he is afraid of what you’re going to say, so he tries to avoid you. When you finally catch up to him and tell him you’d love to go, he blushes and asks “really?”. He wants to do so much for you, but he’s practically paralyzed for fear that he might upset you. As a result, you end up planning almost everything, but tell him that’s okay, whatever he’s comfortable with. When you actually go to prom with him, he wears his nicest dress and it’s your favorite color. You tell him he looks nice, but he insists you look even better. Every time you give him a compliment, he nearly faints. He’s so nervous, but you do everything in your power to make sure he’s not stressed out, and after a while he does become calmer. You’re pleasantly surprised by how well he dances, and he tells you that he’s been practicing a lot to impress you. At the end of the night, you kiss him on the cheek and he practically melts into a puddle on the floor.

Author/Host: Probably sends you a letter, hand-written in expensive ink on canvas paper. It probably contains quotes from your favorite books. It’s so beautifully-worded, you can’t help but accept his invitation. He would take you to his favorite café before the actual dance, maybe even read you a poem he wrote for you. When you dance with him, he probably sings along to the songs. He mostly speaks in third person, and he’s a bit embarrassed about it, but you don’t see it as a problem. It’s just one of his little quirks and it makes him more interesting to talk to. At some point during the night, he’ll start acting a bit nervous and when you ask him what’s wrong he says, “The Host would like to know if it would be alright to kiss you?” of course, you say yes.

Anti: Probably asks you with a prank. Your ticket pops out of something with a spring. It scares the shit out of you, but after you’re over the shock, you agree. He’s absolutely ecstatic when you tell him. He refuses to wear a tie, but still looks pretty good in his suit. Once you’re at the dance, he tries to hijack everything. He empties the prom king and queen ballot boxes and fills them with cards saying “dat boi”, “deez nuts”, or something like that, so no one really wins. He also spikes the punch and the two of you (plus countless others) probably get a little tipsy. He finds dancing pointless and this whole rest of the event is kinda boring to him. After he’s caused all the trouble, he just wants to leave. Depending on how you answer, he’ll react differently. If you want to stay, he’ll do it, maybe even dance with you, just to make you happy. If you agree to leave, the two of you probably end up making out in his car. The two of you would also totally be cliché and get a hotel room afterwards as well.

Chase: Prom with Chase plays out like a drama movie. Just assume that he and Stacy had a fight and now she’s going with some other guy to make him jealous. He asks you to go as friends, because he doesn’t want to show up alone. He’s super nice to you and buys both tickets, takes you to dinner with his friend group, (which includes Stacy, so it’s kind of uncomfortable) and dances to pretty much every song. Even though it’s supposed to be platonic, both of you end up having a great time and he tells you he wants to hang out with you more. This never happens though, because by the end of the night, Stacy is crying and begging him to take her back. Of course, he’s still stuck on her, so he shoots you a “sorry, but I have to” kinda glance as he leaves with her, and you’re left alone, to figure out how you’re getting home.

#Darkiplier #wilford warfstache #googliplier #yandereiplier #the host #the author #Antisepticeye #Chase Brody #alter egos #Markiplier egos #jacksepticeye egos #imagines #prom #AU #idk #headcannons #headcanons #my headcanons #my writing #long ego lore post

[gottawriteanegoortwo]

How about some of Dark seeing the other egos in colour for the first time in the colorblind au (bonus points if wilds being supportive husband)

@somebodywithawifi

You’re on to something very good here.

Read part one here, part two here, or read over on AO3!

Word count: 727

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After the successful date night that allowed Dark to see the world in proper colour for the first time, it was safe to say his view on the world had brightened somewhat. Another set of glasses were ordered that would work better indoors. Wilford was helping him learn colour names and how to better identify various shades, and would even find silly, colourful suspenders to make Dark smile (and what a nice reward that was!). The first few days wearing the glasses were distracting. Dark would work, something new would appear, and he would find himself comparing the colours to what he normally saw. While the relief never faded, Dark allowed himself to get used to the sights he much preferred.

The monthly board meeting two weeks after the date was the first time the egos saw Dark’s new glasses. Yandereiplier was the one to ask while everyone was setting up. They were only helping Host bring in some documents, but curiosity took the better of them

“They’re for reading,” Dark explained without lifting his gaze from the minutes of the last meeting.

“Oh! Well, they’re really pretty. They suit you, senpai!” Yan’s bright response had Dark glance up in surprise, and freeze. Their hair was dyed such a vivid shade of red, and the scarf of their uniform matched it. Yan took a nervous step back, hands wringing. “Is something wrong? I-I mean, I know I’m not to wear my school uniform when I’m interning here but -”

“No, no. It’s not that. I think this is the first time I’ve seen you since Wilford helped you with your hair. It’s a nice shade of red.” The student was bowled over by the compliment, but they took in their stride with a wide grin, bowing before hurrying out. Across the table, Wilford gave Dark a thumbs up.

In the middle of the meeting, a very timid Eric entered with a request for Google from one of the project managers. With all eyes off him, Dark was able to realise that the sweater that Dr. Iplier had called “Eric’s comfort item” was actually forest green. All this time, he had thought it to be ochre, but this made more sense given how fond of the colour Eric was. With the door open, the King of the Squirrels took the chance to dart in and steal a bar of chocolate from the table. Dark managed to hide his surprised laugh with a cough. He had assumed the royal was clad in white and gold, but his outfit was a rather sophisticated shade of red. It almost looked comical, yet entirely fitting.

Just as they were finishing up, in barged two Jims with ‘breaking news’ for Wilford. Both were wearing ridiculous, sky-blue shirts with pineapples on them. The entity paused, blinking at the odd sight, before forcing himself to pack up.

“Colour is an unusual thing, is it not?” Host’s low voice broke the silence. “Colour blindness is not a unique problem. There’s no shame in being honest.”

“I don’t think they’d understand the newness of it all. Worse, I can only imagine them going out of their way to wear ridiculous things to catch my attention. Will is the only one I’ll allow to do that.” Host nodded in understanding.

“If they do, let them. There is magic in colour. Inspiration can come running at the vividness of flowers, the tranquility of a park, the fleeting moments in a sunset. There is no harm in such things.” Dark opened his mouth to ask a question, but Host continued, “I do miss colour, yes. My narrations don’t allow the full spectrum that was once there. But it is alright. I remember what it was like, and can artificially dot the missing colours in. But you… You can build new memories with them. Don’t let shame stop you. Embrace the opportunity you’ve been given.”

“Thank you, Host. It’s nice to know you understand what it’s like.”

“An artist of any sort never forgets the importance of colours. For instance, you thought I wore an off-white jacket. My trench coat is beige. However, your assumption of me wearing old, ragged off-white material around my eyes is completely.” He finished with a knowing smirk as he rose to his feet. “Embrace the colour, Dark. It’s a nice change from your moody, monochromatic views.”

#darkstache #darkiplier #Wilford Warfstache #yanderiplier #the host markiplier #Cracked Mirror (Dark) #Rose Petals (Wilford) #Love Driven (Yan) #Blind Spite (Host) #(I do like that people are enjoying this accidental au ;u; ) #dark is colourblind

[cheyj05]

Youtuber Ego Gravity Falls au

Gravity Falls but with Youtuber egos

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

  -Yandereiplier and JBM are Dipper and Mabel and no I will not elaborate

  -Celine is Grunkle Stan and Damien is Ford. It would also make sense the other way around but imagine Grauntie Celine. You’re welcome. (Wilford is McGucket)

  -The Host is the creepy librarian. Jackie thinks he might be a supervillain and Yan thinks he might be dating Dr. Iplier (No and yes respectively).

 -Dr. Iplier and Dr. Von Schneeplstein are the only two doctors in town and play rock-paper-scissors to decide who gets stuck with the supernatural nonsense this week.

  -There’s a figure in the mirrors around the Murder Hut(Celine would absolutely keep that name). Jackie is suspicious of them but Yan tries to befriend them. Only a few people can see them. (Jackie learns sign from Mr. Jackson, the clock store owner who may-or-may-not be a time traveler, so he can communicate w/ them. Their name is Eve) 

  - They can appear in any mirror within the town boundaries. Celine pretends she can’t see them but she can and they know she can and she can’t bear to look at them. It’s made worse by the fact she’s a seer so she can see their face instead of a silhouette.

  -Jackie is 90% percent sure Bing ,Google, and Yahoo! are robots. He’s probably right.

-  Bing is the Hut’s mechanic (he basically Soos), Yahoo is The Host’s library assistant, and Google is plotting the extinction of the human race.

- Yandereiplier’s friends are Yanderegameplays and Yandyler (Yandere! Tyler).

-Every employee at The Murder Hut who isn’t Bing is a demon that Celine made work there as punishment for wrecking her shop

-Marvin is constantly try to get Celine to make him her apprentice.

-I might make more of this.

EDIT: I wrote a fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/43677903

#ego au #gravity falls au #yandereiplier #jackieboyman #wkm celine #wkm damien #wilford warfstache #the host #dr.iplier #henrik von schneeplestein #wkm da #eve(da) #jameson Jackson #marvin the magnificent #bingiplier #googleplier #yahoogameplays #yanderegameplays #yandere!tyler #yandereplier

[franklyshipping]

When you realize mark simping Lady D links up with his Yandere ego.

Like Yandereiplier can take care of themselves just fine but imagine

Host drops a quill and they keep it in case he ever needs one again (despite he had hundreds) but does become useful since they do have a pen on hand

Has Silver Shepherd figurines in their room and carries one on them at all times (like the crystal dimetrescu mark refuses to sell)

Simps respectively

Headcanon: Has everything they learned about their senpais written down from secret or usual spots, favorite tv tropes, etc. It does make it great for gift giving though!

YOOOO THIS IS SO TRUE OMFGGG 😆💜

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

The word I got was accidental. So maybe something with Yandereiplier?(is that how you spell it?)

I used to type it like that, but you get more search results if you type it as “yandereplier” without the extra “i”.

………

Time seemed to come to a halt as Yan stared at the person on the other end of his katana blade.

That person being none other than you.

A strangled groan parted your lips as you looked down to see the shiny silver pierce right through you, a river of red flowing from your wound. It stained the blade and trickled to the ground, onto your shoes.

Yan’s eyes filled with tears. “[Y/n]..I-I…I didn’t know i-it was-”

“It’s…It’s okay.” You coughed out a bit of blood as you smiled. “It was..o-only an accident..”

He could only choke out a sob at your reaction, his tears streaming down his face as he attempted to pull the blade out of you. But you gripped his hand to stop him, hushing him softly as you noticed he was starting to hyperventilate.

“Shh, keep it in or else I’ll just bleed more..” You whispered. “Just..take me to the doc, okay? I’ll be fine as long as w-we get there soon..”

With a whimper, he helped escorted you to Edward’s clinic quickly, keeping a firm and shaky grip on the katana the whole way. He didn’t want to imagine what would happen if it slipped.

#clanask #anonymous #yandereplier x reader #tw blood #one word prompt

[some-dark-side-writing]

A concept I've had for a while because I'm TRASH

Imagine if all the egos were in love with you. And I mean all of them. When Schneep first asks you out after barely speaking for a week you're flabbergasted. You tell him you need time to think about it. But then you realise that all the egos are trying to pit you against him. Darkiplier storming in and saying he has to stand watch for you but not letting you know why. You find Anti and Natemare trying to rip each other apart, only stopping when you try to intervene, being held back by Chase and Jackieboy man, but they still stop when they see you. Then Schneeps in a day long coma and Apocalypse and Yandereiplier are being pinned to the ground by the Googles. You know something has to be up. Everyone else who knows them says they've never acted that way before. But nearly all of them are so kind to you, they give you space, they've been a shoulder to cry on, they've all made you laugh more times than you could count. But then it's revealed what's going on. In a battle with all the egos with you in the middle arguing over what the heck is happening a witch appears. Telling you they've let their full hearts open up for you, she says its to protect you because she's a good witch, you think it's to cause absolutely anarchy because she's evil. Either way when you find this out, once the witch has disappeared, you run to your room. A few of the egos try to stop you on your way but you push them all back. They all should hate you. It's your fault they're acting like this and getting hurt. They don't really love you. Shouldn't they be looking for a cure? But none of them can bring themselves. It's not a love spell, it's them finally feeling alive again. Dark growls at Anti, he's been watching you cry in the shadows, wanting to comfort you with his aura, with him self, but he knows you have to deal with all this first and foremost, but Anti is hiding in your sockets to make sure no one hurts you. Natemare is hiding in a smokey shadow just above your bed, watching over you and getting the others who are able to be in your room undetected to shut up and let you sleep the nights events off... Give me head cannons, give me aus, give me drabbles, ideas, anything to do with this!!!

[sugah-stixx]

Amy Meets the Egos Chapter 2

Amy and Mark are staying at Markiplier Manor for the weekend, and it’s the first dinner they’ve have with everyone! (Chapter 1) “I’m SO happy to have my favourite people here with us tonight, for such a delightful meal as this must be shared with the ones you love…” Wilford spoke out, giving Amy a wink. Amyplier Fluff, Ego Shenanigans 

Mark and Amy started to slowly walk down the long hallway to the dining area.

“Okay, so everyone is going to be there, except maybe Dark, thankfully.” Mark breathed a sigh of relief.

“So everything should be okay, even though it’s more than likely going to be a shit show.”

“You always anticipate the worst with them, why can’t you just be confident that everything’s going to be fine?” Amy asked.

“Because it’s all of my insane Alter Egos in one place, one of which just tried to kill the other one for no god damn reason, within 10 minutes of us getting here.” Mark ranted.

Amy stifled a laugh.

“I can’t imagine dinner going well on any day of the week.”

“Fair enough, but lets just not bring any negative energy going in there, ok?” Amy tried to lighten Mark’s mood as they turned into the dining room.

Suddenly, a plate of mashed potatoes flew past Mark and Amy’s faces as they entered. 

“You want to fight, you fucking baka?!” Yandereiplier screamed at Bim from across the dinner table. 

“I never insinuated I wanted to fight you, Yan. I just stated that your Senpai would be, how should I say, smart to stay away from a psychopath, such as yourself.” Bim stated, crossing his arms. 

“Urusai, you fucking hypocrite. Why don’t you just go turn more celebrities into burgers? Like you’re any good at it, bet they tasted like shit.” Yan yelled, clearly missing the point of the argument. 

“Ha! My Sexbang-Burgers are to die for, better than any of this slop being served to us tonight.” Bim mocked. 

“Excuse me?! You want to say that again?” Chef stepped out of the kitchen, throwing his ladle around like it was a weapon. 

King was sitting at the dinner table, covering his ears with his hands, repeating, “Stop it! Stop it, Stop it!” as everyone was fighting around him.

“ENOUGH!” Mark screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Why are you even here, Yan? You don’t live here, you have your own place.” He yelled loudly, pointing to the red-haired lunatic. 

“I needed to get my katana back from the Doctor, the aho needed it to dissect something, I don’t know.” Yan huffed out.

“He is upstairs. Please get it from him, and leave.” Mark tried to ask politely.

Yan stomped away, muttering angrily in Japanese. 

“Bim, why in God’s name did you even try to talk about Yan’s Senpai?” Mark looked over to Bim in disbelief.

“I don’t know. It was getting boring around here.” Bim sat down, putting a napkin on his lap.

“I don’t…. I can’t…” Marks eyes looked like they were going to match Wilford’s for a second. Amy quickly spoke up.

“H-Hey guys! Nice to see everyone again! I’m excited to hear all about the plans we have for the channel.” Amy happily announced to the Egos that were present, while patting Mark on the back as he put his face in his hands.

“Hi, Amy.” Bim muttered out, looking at his phone.

“Hello, again!” King said wiping a tear from his eye.

“Mmm…” The chef went back into the kitchen.

“Good Evening, Amy.”

Amy and Mark quickly jumped from the voice coming from behind them.

“Oh, God. Uh…Hello, Host! How are you doing?”

“I am fine, thank you.” The Host replied and walked to his side of the table, crossing his arms and sitting down.

“I’m SO happy to have my favourite people here with us tonight, for such a delightful meal as this must be shared with the ones you love…” Wilford spoke out as he walked up behind Mark and Amy, pushing himself in between the two and putting his arms around them. “Wouldn’t you agree, Amy, my little cupcake?” he gave Amy a wink.

“Uhh, y-yea?” Amy hesitantly replied.

“FAN-TASTIC!” Wilford stood up straight, clapped his hands and walked happily to the dinner table. Amy could feel the rage in Mark start to build up and she patted him on the shoulder.

“He’s just playing around, don’t take it too personally.” Amy whispered.

“You don’t know Wilford like I do…” Mark replied.

Slowly the rest of the Egos started to come into the dining area, to their respected seats. The Doctor was following Bing around (taking notes for some reason), and the Jims were talking amongst themselves. Google’s face had already been completely fixed, but he was still angry with Wilford, who had forgotten about the whole thing. Google knew this, so he tried not to let it bother him too much.

“Alright, everyone,” Wilford stood up.

“This is our first evening having the gorgeous Amy stay with us, so let’s try to be on our best behaviour! Though we all know how hard that’ll be, won’t we boys?” Wilford let out his trademark chuckle and clinked Bim’s glass as Bim rolled his eyes.

Amy let out a nervous laugh, “Well thanks, Wil! It’s nice to see you all here, will Dark not be joining us?” 

“Nah, he’s being a party pooper staying in his office all night,… I could bring ya to meet him this evening if you’d like, ma’m…” Wilford’s voice started waving into suspicious territory.

“No, no, no. That’s quite all right, thank you Wil…” Mark interrupted, giving Wilford a dirty look.

“Actually, I needed to talk to Dark about someth—”

“Yea, yea, yea, just gimmie a minute, ol’ chap” Wilford waved his hand in front of Google’s face as he interrupted him.

“And why, pray tell, is Amy not allowed to meet Dark, Mr. Markiplier?” Wilford gave a smirk down at Mark from across the table.

“She is… just-… just not right now. Not yet.” Mark looked directly back at Wilford.

“I think Amy should speak for herself, Mark. You can’t do all the talking!” King piped up.

Amy looked up, a mouth full of mashed potatoes, “Whgha?”

Mark was surprised to hear the King backtalk him like that, he’s never said anything about the way Mark has done things before.

“I wasn’t trying to, King. Amy doesn’t know what… kind of things Dark can do, is all.” Mark said reluctantly.

“Dark isn’t the best person, but he’s still the owner of the household which supports us all. I think Amy should have a least some contact with him.” Google pointed out.

“I know that, I’m not—”

“Dark’s like the other side of the pillow bruh, chill as fuuuuuuuuck.” Bing interrupted.

“He’s only nice to you because he thinks you have brain damage.” Bim added subtly.

“Darkiplier is a manipulator. He is a demon. You fools, this is only the beginning. The beginning of his disgusting twisted fantasy of creating a world where humans think they are safe. Darkiplier will dismember every last drop of hope they had in this world, everything they hold close to them, he will take it all. Everything he craves will fall into his grasp at the end, no matter how many lives, or souls are lost in the process. He will win, he will succeed. He cannot be stopped. Darkiplier will rein his unending torment upon every last soul until he has what he needs to satisfy himself. He will never stop until everyone has perished. There is no ending the hellish firestorm this house has created. Darkiplier will be the end of us all.” The Host chanted out horrifically.

The table was silent.

King dropped his fork in awe.

“Hey Doc you wanna pass me the gravy? My taters are getting dry.” Amy asked with a mouthful.

“Amy can I talk with you in the hall for a moment?!” Mark shot up, and screamed through clenched teeth.

Mark grabbed a confused Amy’s wrist and dragged her into the hall.

Mark wasn’t actually speaking any coherent words, but Amy could clearly tell by his gestures that he was feeling… a lot of emotions.

“…What?” Amy managed to ask between all the arm flailing.

“DID YOU?! What?! …Are you serious?! The Host just served it to us on a shiny silver platter! Dark is EVIL!” Mark sputtered out.

“Your point?” Amy asked with a confused smile, crossing her arms.

“I didn’t want you to be here in the first place, and now knowing that Dark is lurking around the corner, waiting to, to… to do something I can’t even think of! I’m not Dark! I’m Mark! I can’t think the way he thinks!! That’s the whole point!” Mark was still flailing his arms around.

Amy took a moment to look at her boyfriend. Her cool demeanour was enough to calm Mark down from his state of panic. She grabbed his hand and looked him in the eyes.

“I am not afraid of Dark. I will never be afraid of him, knowing that he is still partly you. I know how loving you are, and how even your evil alter ego wouldn’t do a thing to hurt me. Okay? But you have to trust me, please. I can take care of myself.” Amy’s words were full of passion.

Mark looked back into Amy’s eyes and felt the guilt rush over him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be treating you like a child… I know you’re strong. You’re right, you’re right. Ugh… I feel like shit now.” Mark huffed out.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. We all get caught up in the moment, and what the Host said was pretty scary. I wonder how the other Egos are taking it…”

Amy said as they both turned their heads to subtly look back in the dining room to see The Jims doing some sort of rain dance, Wilford was practicing the art of throat-singing, and Bing was recording the scene on this phone, camera pointed at him.

They both turned back at each other, Mark pinched his temple with his fingers and let out a sigh. Amy bit her lip trying not to start laughing. They gave each other a warm hug and walked back into the dining room to finish of dinner.

#my writing #amyplier #fanfiction #markiplier manor #fluff

[yandereskies]

GenderBent Yandereiplier

I remember when the topic of "Gender Bending" characters became an issue and i apologize if i offend any of you by using that term but- the idea is just too cute to share-

I imagine she still acts as cutsie as her original but a tiny bit more mature, still as excitable and still as out there when it comes to love but just-

The idea of her wearing one of those male Japanese school uniforms you commonly see in anime- the one that kind of looks like a suit-

I love it so much-

[celestialmarkiplier]

HCS: You’re My Senpai (yandereplier x reader) NSFW

Requested? Yes! Anon requests: Would you consider writing jealous/possessive NSFW Yandereiplier? HCs or an imagine, dealers choice x3

Fandom: Teamiplier (Mark)

Pairing: yandereplier x reader

Warnings: NSFW, bondage, jealous!yandereplier

Yandereplier would be s o possessive and jealous omg

Like, anytime he thinks another boy is flirting with you he always makes a point of wrapping his arms around you and getting a little extra touchy with you until the other guy goes away

However sometimes this doesn't work, sometimes the guy just doesn't know when to quit and yandere gets very jealous very quick.

Since you don't like him taking his frustrations out by killing, he usually takes his frustrations out by fucking you into the mattress instead.

He’s the type to be s u p e r kinky in bed, like no joke he would be down for almost anything you wanna do. He would try everything at least once.

Usually sex with yandereplier is very loving and you are the center of attention, you are his senpai after all.

However when he gets super worked up it becomes rough, he might tie your wrists to the headboard and spread you out so he can use you all night, which you gladly allow.

You know it drives him crazy to have you all needy under him, it drives him crazy to know he can have you any way he wants.

When in a jealous mood, yandereplier likes to work you over again and again, because you two have all night to play. All that matters is that you are his.

(A/N: heyy hope you guys like this!! -S)

#yandereplier x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #celestialmarkiplier #headcanon #headcanons

[seraphm00n]

Bim Trimmer Marriage Headcanons

Yep this took me a while apologies :")

@damien-iplier @the-asexual-reaper @pleaseletthisjimbetaken @slim-jims @punknerdmusings @chynanigans and @ anyone I forgot

The wedding:

* You know Bim is going to go all out with this, right? The biggest bouquets of flowers everywhere, beautiful lace trimmed tablecloths at each table at the reception, a big cake that compliments you both. The whole shabang.

* The egos are excited, probably not as much as Bim. He's absolutely ecstatic and over the moon about this.

* He'll be taking a good bit of time off from showbiz to pay full attention to this and you. He wants to make sure this day is extremely special and not interrupted by anything.

* Underneath his glowing enthusiasm for it all, he's an absolute nervous wreck. He's terrified you'll leave him at the alter or have second thoughts, but he's reassured but Wilford and Dr. Iplier that everything will go fine and that you'd never leave him, especially with how in love you two are.

* For your walk down the aisle, Bim most likely got the best violin and piano player for the music to be played. As soon as you two make eye contact, Bim is immediately brought to tears. It all really hits him that you're both about to really make it official that you two are together forever. And he loves it and he's so, so, so excited.

* Holding his hands while you're up there with him you're going to notice how shaky he is, from excitement and nervousness. Giving his hands a good squeeze will help him calm a bit, and he'll have the biggest smile on his face.

* Bim's vows will be heart melting sweet, his promises will be to show his love for you with you and without you, since, well, you are his entire universe and he couldn't ask for anyone better to deal with himself besides you. You're special to him, so special. You're his best friend and closest companion, his ride or die, really (not really, he's just being a goof). You're his inspiration and encouragement, just so many sweet things and promises said to you.

* He'll listen to your vows with undivided attention, hanging onto each word and smiling more and more, on the brink of tears again. Those vows will never leave his head for years and years.

* Now, Bim is a pretty snazzy guy and a big show off, so, with the kiss, he's going to definitely spin you around before doing one hell of a dramatic dip and kissing you, full of love. He's not going to leave you alone with how adorable you looked when you got so red.

* The reception is...full out with how you and Bim went about it. Best musicians you could find, best cooks you could find, so on. I can see mainly jazz music playing or a few classical pieces that, well, get interrupted with some drunk egos going up and trying to sing and having to get dragged off stage by others.

* The cake is large and beautifully decorated, you winning against Bim with feeding him since you shove the entire piece of cake in his face, but he can't help but to laugh and try to kiss you, getting cake on your face as well.

* Wilford will be the main one congratulating you both over and over, being Bim's close friend in showbiz and all, plus will tell all the embarrassing stories of you two when you first started dating and how easy it was to tell that Bim was lovesick. Other egos like Dr. Iplier and the Host will do the same, the Host even cracking a few jokes about it.

* Your dance with Bim is close and quiet, but full of love as you gaze into each other's eyes and smile the entire time. Both of you don't even notice that the music is over until someone comes over, both of you flustered in embarrassment. Who could blame you honestly? You both looked gorgeous dancing together.

* If you throw flowers, Yandereiplier will catch them no doubt and probably chase Mark Bop after with them.

* If you do the whole garter thing, Bim being the sinful man he is, will make a comment that leaves you flustered for a good while along with him being a little risqué with taking the garter off (no worries he doesn't go too far).

* When you two go to leave, Silver Shepherd accidentally spills champagne over you both instead of the more traditional thing and gets dragged away by Google. You two don't mind too much though, you were both too happy to notice. Everyone gives their congratulations once again, a few extra gifts and hugs (even from Dark), and then you're both off to some extravagant honeymoon Bim planned out.

Marriage Life with Bim Includes:

* Lovely mornings with him waking you up gently, murmuring "Good morning" with kisses on your cheek or temple.

* You both have breakfast together before he goes off to his job, but don't worry, he tends to bring you with for encouragement while he's live in front of the camera. You keep giving him thumbs up throughout and he's just ecstatic the entire time, hugging you and spinning you around after almost each time after a show is over, thanking you for being there.

* You help him come up with more questions for his show and so on, and he loves it so much.

* You're really the only person that gets to see Bim out of the suit and dressy look— him in sweatpants, messy as heck hair, old t-shirts, just. Messy, sleepy Bim. Maybe no glasses either? Help me

* He is either constantly holding you or your hand when you two are alone, or just stealing little glances at you now and then case he loves you so much a h.

* If you want children, Bim will be a good bit nervous because of course he'll agree since he has imagined your children, but is nervous because of what could possibly go wrong. Nonetheless, he'll spoil and love that child to no tomorrow. You'll have to stop him sometimes from buying too much for the kid, but he can't help it. His universe just got bigger and he loves it so much, especially since he will brag about his child so much at work. If you choose to not have kids or adopt, he'll be totally fine with it, it'll take him a while to completely accept not having children, though. Adopting, though, he'll be the same as when you have a child with him.

* Arguments with Bim get loud and harsh and end quickly with slammed doors. But...Bim can't handle the words he said to you, and you feel awful for what you said to him. You both end up trying to say an apology at the same time to each other and laugh, hugging and working through whatever it was you argued about.

* Bad days with Bim are when his creativity and exciting personality are at a low, him being slow around the house and quiet. He'll be thankful for you sitting next to him and listening to him, appreciating you so much more if possible for you being there for him. He feels much better with cuddling with you and watching some silly movies and shows.

* On your bad days, Bim goes all out to assist you and help out with cheering you up. If you want space he'll respect it and back off, but will say that if you need him at all he'll show up instantly. He'll even get Wilford to come over to help cheer you up with them telling stories and such to get you to laugh. More than anything, Bim will be that shoulder to cry on and someone who will attempt to make your favorite food to bring that pretty smile back to your stunning face.

* Marriage life with Bim is sweet and full of energy and happiness, Bim glowing each day with waking up next to you and getting to call you his own. He'll stay as excited as he was the day of your wedding for years and years and years, he just loves and adores you so so much. He'll do anything to help you and encourage you with your passions no matter what, loving to see you happy and passionate.

#these were kind of rushed sorry #bim trimmer #markiplier #headcanons #eko writes

[justwritingscibbles]

Yandereiplier is such a weird ego for me. I can't really imagine his personality exactly as one. Is it just gonna be like the way he plays yandere simulator?

Pretty much. That's how i always see him anyways

[celestialmarkiplier]

Would you consider writing jealous/possessive NSFW Yandereiplier? HCs or an imagine, dealers choice x3

sure honey!! i would say it’ll be out soon, but writers block is being a bitch so it’ll be out whenever i can get some requests done 😂