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creat0r-cat · 10 months

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Iplier Egos Head Cannon - What Song in "Encanto" Did They Get Emotional During?

Darkiplier

Surface Pressure

Deep down he really does care about his “brothers”

He thinks he needs to keep up the tough guy act to make them think he isn’t afraid

He is

He REALLY is

He’s worried about the space/time continuum, keeping order, and making sure the ipliers’ existence stays a secret

He tries not to let the others see the tears that involuntarily start to fall as Louisa sings about her struggles as the strongest sister

Wilford

He probably heard all of the songs before watching the movie

He wouldn’t really cry for any of them in particular (feeling that he doesn’t necessarily relate to any of them)

However

He would look at certain egos to watch their reactions during different songs

He would notice the small things that happen and slowly learn more about his “brothers” based on the musical numbers and their lyrics

After the movie, he’d probably go and visit the egos that had the worst reactions (who got the most emotional or those who would straight up leave the room)

He did get a little bothered listening to “Dos Oruguitas” though

He didn’t get emotional per say

But watching Pedro die with the love song in the background kinda reminded him of when he lost Celine

Fortunately, he opted not to dwell on it too much

Actor

Waiting On A Miracle

This boy is INSECURE because of his breakup with Celine

Is he good enough?

Has he done enough?

Is he really worthy of anything?

He wants to be better

He wants his life to be better

But everything seems to slip through his fingers, coming back to resent him later on

He just wants someone to open their eyes and see that he’s worth their time, even if that person is Dark

Mirabel dancing on screen, singing about how she wished to be noticed as part of the family, made Actor tear up, wiping them away before someone could see them

Eventually, it got to be too much (especially seeing how Mirabel was pushed away by her family after trying to help them) and he left the room, using the excuse of getting more snacks

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he had a silent breakdown

Googleplier

Surface Pressure

I can’t really hear Louisa sing “I’m pretty sure I’m worthless if I can’t be of service” without thinking about Google and his first objective

Yes, his secondary objective is relatively important, but the first one is.. Well it’s his PRIMARY objective

If he can’t do anything other than hurt people, then what is the point of him being there?

His optics widen and his mechanical heart speeds up

“How do you feel?” survey pops up and he clicks on one

“I’m in this picture and I don’t like it”

Bingiplier

What Else Can I Do?

He’s imperfect

That’s all I really need to say, but I’ll continue

He’s always compared to Google and he knows deep down that he’s worth more than his search bar abilities

He doesn’t want to be perfect like Google

He just wants to be himself, which is hard when everyone is always doting on him for every mistake he makes

Isabella creating spiky plants and beautiful flowers in front of him makes his optics widen and he slowly smiles, feeling an odd mixture of happiness and sadness as he watches her accept her imperfections in spite of her family’s expectations

Dr. Iplier

He doesn’t really get emotional during the songs

However

When it’s revealed that Bruno has been shunned by his family because of his gift, he smiled sadly

“How unfortunate,” he thought, “for someone to be abandoned because of something uncontrollable and never be spoken of again for fear of taboo”

He’s seen patients in the hospital who never have anyone visit them

He always feels sad when he finds out that someone has been abandoned

He secretly makes trips to animal shelters for that reason, to visit the abandoned animals and give them some love

He gets happy again when Bruno is reunited with his loved ones who welcome him back with open arms

Yandereplier

Dos Oruguitas

He wouldn’t relate to any of the English songs enough to have a real reaction

He gets emotional during certain parts of the movie because he recognizes a lot of what’s going on in the Madrigal family (Toxic family roles and stuff like that)

He feels bad for the characters (especially Mirabel and Bruno)

But when “Dos Oruguitas” starts playing and we find out the heartbreaking truth behind Abuelo Pedro’s death

WHOOOO BOY the tears start FLOWING

He hates to imagine the pain Abuela went through, losing the love of her life

Yandere, being a very romantic man, can’t stand the thought of his own senpai leaving him

Like, she’s everything to him!

He’d become very protective of her after watching this movie, afraid of anyone taking her away from him

He’s fine with the movie though, loves the music for the most part

Yancy

Friggin ALL OF THE SONGS

He loves music and finds each of them so amazing

He also kinda relates to each of the English sung songs in their own way (except “We Don’t Talk About Bruno”)

WOAM: The want to be extraordinary and help others

SP: The need to be the tough one and look out for his fellow prisoners and weaker “brothers”

WECAD: The want to live life how he wants without being the picture perfect civilian that the world wants him to be

He thinks very highly of this movie and loves it to bits

He does eventually become frustrated with how often “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” gets sung by people both online and in real life

Like, he gets that it’s a catchy song, but still, give it a break

Illinois

Waiting On A Miracle

Yes, Illinois is a special adventurous and flirtatious boy

But not everything is really as it seems with him

His whole “Everyone falls in love with me” act is a facade

He’s trying to convince himself that he’s loved / cared about by someone

He took up adventuring to be different

To be a conversation starter

To be interesting so that somebody

ANYBODY

Would look his way and want to be around him

After all..

He wasn’t special or cool enough growing up to have many / any friends

He sees way too much of himself in Mirabel and ends up leaving the group for a few minutes to cry in the bathroom

Engineer Mark

Waiting On A Miracle

What else needs to be said?

If given pictures of Engineer and Mirabel everyone would say they were the same image

Insecure

Feels unwanted

Wants to be impressive and help those around him with his talents and ideas

Hides behind a false persona of happiness

THEY

ARE

THE

SAME

PERSON

He’s close to leaving the room but stays put, activating his space helmet which is also soundproof so no one can see / hear him start to cry

Poor man can’t hear “Waiting On A Miracle” without having a breakdown

#iplier egos #markiplier egos #headcannons #encanto #head engineer mark x reader #googleplier #dr iplier #yanderiplier #darkiplier #wilford motherloving warfstache #markiplier wilford #illinois jones #movie night #yancy #ahwm yancy #bingiplier #Actor Mark #encanto headcanons #encanto disney

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damsellete-koko · 11 months

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Yup here goes! - Jacksepticeye and Markiplier Egos

I can't put all of the pics here but heres some!

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weirdmixofweirdness · 2 years

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I saw this on someone’s Instagram story and wanted to try this out here.

#ask game #markiplier #mark fischbach #yanderiplier #wilford warfstache #darkiplier #mayor damien #ahwm illinois #don’t worry about the white mark-out #that was just because of the Instagram ask bubble #credit is given to op under the title

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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Scary Movie Night

Wilford Warfstache x gn!reader

Requested by @peachy-is-obsessed:

“A Wilford x reader (imma format this)

It's movie night in the iplier manor and it's Illinois' turn to pick a movie, he picks a horror movie and they move on with the night. For the whole movie the reader doesn't act scared or seem scared but as soon as (both optional) reader goes to either use the bathroom or go to bed they get scared, and I mean like so scared they're like unable to move and speak. Eventually Wilford notices reader gone and goes searching to find them.

Just cute and fluffy, maybe some funny moments in their too.”

I loved this idea so much oml it's literally 4am I've been up for like two hours just writing this I literally couldn't sleep until I had

Warnings: scary movie content but nothing explicit, broken glass (no injuries, it's just broken), panic attack, Wilford being sweet, Dark being a little bitch, oh and swearing

Word Count: 1535

Masterlist

Every Wednesday night in the Iplier Manor was movie night. It felt like a sacred holiday with how the egos treated it - even Dark would show up.

Tonight was Illinois’s night to pick a movie. It was actually pretty rare for him to be around for movie night, as all he did was wander the globe in search of stolen artifacts. To make up for his absence, he picked out a horror film.

Illinois didn’t scare easily, neither did a good half of the other egos, but Wilford thought it would be fun to place a bet on who would be scared. Dark (not wishing to be involved in the betting process) was chosen (against his will) to handle the money and keep tabs on who betted on who.

You were a frequent visitor to the Manor; it was like a second home to you now. You were hired on to help Dark keep the other egos from burning down the entire building by accident. You were fast friends with almost everybody, too, which helped keep the chaotic issues at bay (for the most part).

But you weren’t an ego. You were a mere human. And money wracked up against you like a dam filling with water.

The movie started out fine. Wilford insisted on sitting with you in an oversized armchair, and the proximity to someone who couldn’t shut his mouth to stop shit talking the lazy effects of the movie helped ease your nerves a lot. Of course, he was shushed by all the other egos (and threatened by Dark, but that’s usually a given), so the commentary was cut short before you even reached any real spooks.

As demons appeared on screen, murderers murdering people with great splatters of blood, and ghosts jumped in front of the camera like it was a fucking thing to do, you bit your tongue. Your knuckles were white with how hard you were clasping your hands in your lap. Every time you felt your body flinching or jumping at something on screen, you kept playing it off as needing to readjust yourself in the chair. And you weren’t even at the climax of the film yet.

You were determined not to let the other egos see how scared you were. Almost all of them had placed money that you would get scared, and they were right. You didn’t want them to know that they were right. You were supposed to keep an eye on them and stop them from doing crazy things - how were you supposed to convince them that you were up for the job when a few practical effects were making your soul jump from your body?

But, as determined as you were, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. It felt like all the air was being sucked from your lungs. You needed to get out of there. You touched Wilford’s arm to get his attention, gesturing vaguely toward the kitchen with an excuse of getting more popcorn, before you practically sprinted away from the living room.

The kitchen was wide and empty, and it gave you room to breathe. At first. You scrambled through cabinets to find a glass and fill it with water, your hands shaking so much you could barely hold onto anything. You gulped the entire thing down in no time, gasping for more. Your hand slipped as you went to fill the cup again, and time seemed to slow down as you watched it hit the floor and shatter.

It was the final tipping point. You got down on hands and knees, trying to pick up the larger fragments, but a sudden loud scream from the movie a few rooms over made you drop them. You cursed under your breath, sitting back against the kitchen island, unable to breathe deep enough to satisfy your lungs.

How did a stupid movie leave you like this? You’d seen Yandere do scarier shit on a weekly basis, but somehow this dumb movie rattled your nerves enough to leave you a wreck in the kitchen. You hated it. You felt so helpless. The longer you sat on the floor, staring at the mess you made, the more hot tears you could feel down your face, and the more hard sobs wracked through your body. How the hell did Dark hire you in such good conscience? If he saw you now, you’d be fired on the spot.

“Sugar plum?”

Fuck.

“Darling, where’d you go?”

Wilford’s face suddenly peered around the kitchen island, almost startling you. You didn’t dare look at him; you couldn’t. You could almost feel his gaze as it scanned over the glass fragments, as it studied you, curled in on yourself as far as you could be.

You could just picture the pity on his face as he let out a soft, “Oh, sugar plum,” and stepped over the glass to get to you.

Even as he kneeled in front of you, you avoided looking at him. But just his presence seemed to set you off. You could feel your lungs shuttering as more tears rolled down your face. You tried stammering out any words that could explain why you were like this, but nothing coherent came out. Another harsh sob shook your entire body before Wilford pulled you into his arms, into his broad chest.

You thought you would feel constricted being held like this, your head cradled into his shoulder and neck to give you a place to cry. But you actually felt like you could breathe again. Sobs came out softer. They didn’t burn your throat as they fought to escape. No, they simply came and went like an ocean tide.

Wilford hushed you in a sweet voice. His fingers carded through your hair. For a moment, you had a hard time believing that he was a killer.

“Don’t tell Dark,” you’d finally managed to hoarsely whimper out after several minutes of sobbing into his shoulder. You felt bad now, for crying into him, for staining his shirt with your stupid tears.

He shook his head, almost bewildered at the thought. “Of course not, sugar plum.” He pulled your face from his neck, the hand from your hair moving to cup your damp cheeks. His thumb tenderly brushed them away from your eyes. “Why would I tell Darky?”

You found it hard to meet his concerned gaze again. You looked like a wreck. You were not a pretty cryer. “I don’t want him to- to fire me just because I’m scared of some stupid movie.”

“He wouldn’t fire you just for that, gumdrop,” he cooed. “You’d have to do something a lot worse for him to fire you. And even then, I wouldn’t let him! Believe you me, if he ever even thought about getting rid of you, I’d be having a very strongly worded conversation with ol’ Darky!”

You huffed a laugh, looking up at him through wet eyelashes. “Yeah, sure.”

“I would!” He took his hand from your face to gesture wildly, pointing fingers every which-a-way to prove a point. “You’re the best thing to happen to us ‘round here! If you ever got fired, I’d just have to hire you right back! Who else am I gonna pull pranks on Bim with? Certainly not ol’ sour-puss.”

“I’m sure plenty others would pull pranks with you,” you dismissed.

He shook his head, brow furrowed and hair flopping in every direction. “Not like you, sugar plum. C’mon don’t sell yourself short.”

As if suddenly remembering where you were, Wilford took a second to look around the kitchen. He’d forgotten all about the glass shards. Hell, he forgot you were both in the kitchen to begin with.

He huffed indignantly at the mess. “Now let’s clean up this mess.” With a snap of his fingers, the glass was no longer shattered across the floor, but sitting intact on the counter, as though nothing had ever happened to it. He turned back to you with a lopsided grin. “And now for this mess,” he gestured at you, “I say we go upstairs and watch something not scary and eat a bunch of candy. How’s that sound, gumdrop?”

You smiled. “It sounds perfect, Wilford. Thank you.”

“Hey, where’d those two go?” Illinois asked once the movie was over, tipping his head toward the armchair both you and Wilford had been squeezed into.

There were murmurs of “I don’t know”s and “Probably went to bed”s.

Bim Trimmer nervously looked around the entire living room. “You don’t think they’re planning another prank, do you?”

“Nah, theys’s probably just gones to bed,” Yancy said, waving your disappearance off. “Now who’s won the bets?”

As Dark dealt with the headache that was everyone arguing over who got scared or not, he sat back into the couch, self-satisfied. From where he sat, he had a perfect view of the kitchen. He’d watched from the corner of his eye as Wilford ducked behind the kitchen island to check on you, and as you both retreated upstairs with endless amounts of candy in your arms.

He knew suggesting the movie to Illinois was a good idea.

Little after-note: Wilford didn't place any money on you and even if he had he wouldn't admit to the other egos that you were scared, even if it cost him his money :)

#fanfic #fanfiction #markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier egos x reader #wilford warfstache #wilford warfstache x reader #darkiplier #bim trimmer #ahwm illinois #illinois #ahwm yancy #yancy #yanderiplier #fluff #hurt/comfort #gender neutral reader #gn reader #x gn reader

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mnt-arts · 27 days

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some things….. been thinking about yanderiplier a lot

reblogs appreciated as always :3

#mnt arts #winn lane #mark warfstache #mark warfstache x winn lane #yanderiplier #selfship #selfship art #digital art #markiplier egos

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altegos · 7 months

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Next 2/3 profiles are decided

#markiplier #wilford warfstache #yanderiplier #dr iplier #bingiplier #hostiplier #authoriplier #author 2.0

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purryart · 2 years

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i’ve added my markimerms to my redbubble shop as transparent stickers!

#my art #fan art #markiplier fanart #iplier egos #eric derikson #eric derekson #yandereplier #yanderiplier #markiplier #wilford warfstache #darkiplier #mermaid #merman #mermay

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twtangel-arts · 1 year

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I won’t get like…. Get made fun off for having this crack ship…right?

#Yandereplier #yanderiplier #markiplier #mark egos #markiplier egos #beetlejuice #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice edit #crack ship #crack ship edit #Yan x Beetlejuice #Yan x BJ #no ship name yet #bc I can’t create one #so #lol

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shyyandere44 · 2 years

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I’m feeling soft so you’re forced to put up with it.

So Yandere.. he’s not having the best time right?

In meetings he just doodles in his diary which was normal but his doodles.. were all broken hearts, even randomly tearing out pages and lighting them on fire in the middle of Dark’s monologue which he didn’t take kindly to-

If it isn’t for food he won’t leave his room either, and Google went as far as installing a hidden motion detector.. it wouldn’t go off for long periods of time, prompting the discussion of.. vital monitors being placed on him.

Eric.. poor Eric just moved in, and on the first day had to witness.. the breaking point.

It was just supposed to be a simple conversation between Yan and Dark- trying to address the situation in the kitchen as Eric walked in for cereal.

It didn’t turn out so simple.

Eric didn’t even understand what happened because of how fast it was- all he knew was that Yan threw dark at a wall hard enough to break through it before jumping on top of him and was trying to stab him with a steak knife.

Eric had to call the only name he knew- The second in command, Wilford. Screaming out of fear for him to hurry, to which he did- along with almost everyone in the house.

Yan thrashed.. unnaturally, managing to somehow even escape the robotic grip of Google- not even hesitating when Wilford got out his gun- dark had to have host help him up while Wilford and Yancy held onto the rabid redhead as Edward- or as he’s commonly known as Dr. Iplier- had to stab a sedative into him strong enough for to put even dark down, everyone yelling for Yan to stop- the struggle continues until finally his body couldn’t resist the drugs… his hand going limp and dropping the knife.

An unnatural silence falls the room.

Eric’s first introduction to Yandere.

Dark was lucky he could heal easily when left alone… and now they have to figure out what to do with Yandere.

He’s going feral without something to obsess over.. everyone knows it, but they can’t bring his crush back to life. To give him another one is.. dangerous.

A voté is casted

Yandere is on house arrest, being locked into his room and restrained with a mouthpiece- or muzzle as he calls it- keeping him from biting.

Keeping him like a caged animal.

At least… until they can figure out a solution.

Eric was placed on the afternoon shift, thinking it would be the safest as his time slot is between dark and host.

It would be an awkward first visit.

“Hi! I know I-I haven’t.. exactly gotten the right opportunity to introduce myself, my name’s Eric! I.. like your hair!”

He’d be met with silence, just like everyone else. Eric would cower to his glaring red eyes, not entirely convinced the restraints could hold the power he witnessed his first day.

Two days had passed.

Eric was watching as the man he would watch become less outwardly agressive, seeming to just stare at the wall and stay still, scaring Eric to an extent causing him to watch for the other’s breathing. He had mentioned the strange behavior to Dark but his concerns were dismissed, stating that Yan was probably just scheming for a way out. Eric knew he may be naïve but.. he felt sorry for Yan.

The others still had concerns over letting Yan roam free again, while Edward would counter the longer they held him like this the worse his mental health would deteriorate.

A vote would be casted.

And starting at the end of the month, his mouth piece would be removed, yet his restraints would remain, only to be removed for Edward’s checkups with Wilford’s direct supervision.

Eric didn’t like that phrasing, because he knew this ‘supervision’ was more like a bodyguard for Edward, having a gun trained on Yandere to ‘neutralize’ if something went wrong.

But it went into effect just as stated, with Eric seeing the Yandere’s face for the first time since the incident- and he couldn’t decide if this was a good or bad thing.

His expression always seemed unreadable, having no human emotion at all times- the only time he seemed to open his mouth was to yawn- which didn’t help Eric’s case as his paranoia made him imagine all the horrific things his sharp teeth could do to Eric given the chance.

Despite his worries, Eric was determined to get him to speak. All he had ever heard from the others was that it was higher pitched- that his laugh always sounded manic and too enthusiastic. Yet all Eric ever saw was a cold, detached husk restrained and probably uncomfortable.

“I know.. you’re probably not going to like this but I went into your room- I gotta say I loved your decor! And I saw you had cool manga on your shelves, you really do have great taste.”

He’d always say these things with a smile, wanting to give this Yandere a much needed friend as the others seemed to outcast him..

Yet Yandere would never respond, not even bothering to meet his gaze. Uninterested in what he was saying as his own thoughts seem to held him hostage.

Eric would keep talking to him with no response, until eventually he changed strategies.. saying nothing at all, treating Yandere the same way he’d treat a cat.

He’d often bring in a book or perhaps his gameboy to keep him entertained, not even acknowledging he was sharing the same space as the Yandere, going out of his way to seem as relaxed as possible.

It was time consuming, sure, but one day when he looked up he saw Yandere actually looking at him with curiosity, leaning to see him closer only to look away when Eric caught him.

It may not have been much, but it was a win for him, and he’d leave his session excited.

Then one day, Eric would walk into the room to see Yandere.. seeming irritated. Moving his head in a weird whip over and over leaving Eric confused until he saw what was bothering him- his hair stuck defiantly over his face, about to get into his eyes.

“Is that.. bothering you?”

Eric would ask hesitantly, feeling bad that Yan couldn’t fix it due to his restraints- and surprisingly, after looking at Eric for a while, would slowly nod.

“Do you.. want me to fix it for you?”

He’d ask again, still in awe he got a response and actual acknowledgement.

Yandere seemed to be confused by the question, looking towards the door and all around the room- probably realizing it truly was only Eric in the room, leaving Eric in an awkward silence before nodding.

“Just d-don’t… don’t give them any reason to not let me visit you.. ok?”

Eric would request, and to his surprise he got another nod.

His gentle hand would touch Yan for the first time and he flinched, but… slowly went back to Eric’s hand.

Eric wouldn’t wait for him to change his mind, pushing his soft red hair behind his ear,

“There.. a-all better.”

This was the closest he’s ever been to the Yandere, and even with every violent incident he’s seen so far… he can’t bring himself to cower in fear. Even with those red eyes staring deep into his soul like some feral demon. And to his surprise.. The Yandere was the first to look away

In their two months together that had never happened.

Finally he would give him the distance he was probably wanting.

Eric admittedly scared to push it too far.

For the rest of his time he’d be reading the book he started to read a couple of weeks ago, in the beginning he just read it in the awkward silence between his watch but then.. he noticed the Yandere’s eyes looking at the mirror next to him, eyes squinting- he was trying to read what he was reading.

Once Eric figured that out he was happy to read it out loud for him, which seemed to keep him entertained as his eyes almost seemed inquisitive

Host would always be the next shift after, which he’d learn to like. Originally the narrator hated having to waste time with what he described as a foaming at the mouth beast but eventually his tone would change, instead stating the Yandere would seem.. more distant than agressive.

Dark was anything but happy to hear that.. being concerned for Eric’s safety. He’d start cutting their time shorter and shorter

Eric would begin to notice Yandere would start to almost look sad as Eric would leave- it was nice to a certain extent but also made him feel terrible.. starting to promise he’d be back and not to worry.

Yancy was always the one to bring him snacks and drinks, but once dark started enacting his policy about Eric’s schedule.. Yan began to refuse to take it. On the first day it didn’t concern him, thinking maybe he just didn’t feel good and he’d leave it for later- but after day three he became concerned.

Eric would notice Yandere would seem more tired and weak throughout their visits, and when Yancy finally told him of Yan’s diet he truly became concerned.

Dark tried to encourage Eric not to worry about it, and that Yandere has done this in the past with him usually going back to normal within a few days- but deep down Eric wasn’t convinced.

Eric would walk in again for his visit, and Yandere actually perked up when he came in, having a good mood for the first time in a while- if Eric didn’t know what he knew he would’ve been over the moon with his progress but.. he knew he had to confront this negative behavior before it got worse.

“Yan.. you know I’m here for you.. right?”

the atmosphere in the room suddenly wasn’t as pleasant- and Eric watched as Yandere seemed to piece together Eric wasn’t in a playful mood as he had hoped.

“And while.. the others may have mixed feelings about you, I want what’s best for you. I want you out of here one day.”

Eric then watched as Yandere seemed to be really confused, even tilting his head. This was when he finally decided to spit it out.

“You haven’t been eating anything Yancy brings you for the past few days. Why.”

It was quiet in that room, as it seemed Yan didn’t even breathe- looking at the ground for a while before looking at Eric with a sorrowful look In his eyes. It was a message, Eric knew that, but one he couldn’t convey.

“They’re.. they’re gonna keep you here longer if you keep doing this Yan. I’m just trying to help you, I really am- but I don’t know how. Please just- tell me what changed, tell me what’s wrong.”

And to his unfortunate reality.. Yandere would say nothing, looking down, leaving Eric frustrated as he decided to just leave- walking out the door and closing it behind him, telling dark he had something to do and that dark can fill in.

Laying in bed that night Eric didn’t feel good about what he did. It was out of frustration- anger at the fact that even after everything he did for Yan it wasn’t enough for him to gain trust. He thought.. maybe he’d managed to create a unique relationship with him.

It just wasn’t the case.

……or so he thought.

He’d wake up, going downstairs to the now repaired kitchen to overhear Yancy and Host’s conversation.

“Guess Dark was right about him breaking after a couple of days, It was like magic- this morning he ate with no problem.”

“The host believes that dark spoke to the other regarding his behavior, most likely threatening him with punishment due to Dark’s character traits. But the host won’t think too much into it, he’s just ready for the Yandere to be treated normally again so he can go back to having a social life.”

It.. was weird to Eric. He’d have his bowl yet he suddenly didn’t feel hungry as his stomach flipped.

Was he.. responsible for this?

He’d.. be anxious as the time for him to see Yandere got closer, not knowing what to think or believe. But he’d go in, opening the door to his temporary.. well- cage, only managing to convince dark to let him in at the expense of cleaning up the trash.

Yandere’s eyes would meet his, and for a moment Eric held still- having that initial fear he’s had since the beginning appear, but he didn’t break his eye contact, standing his ground, all until he made it to his little comfy chair.

“..I overheard Yancy this morning. Apparently you.. had no problem.”

Yandere has never held such an intense stare at Eric like this before, it made Eric undeniably uncomfortable.

“Did you.. actually listen to me yesterday?”

He’d ask with uncertainty, just wanting to get some kind of answer-

Unfortunately he’d get one.

Not exactly the one he anticipated but..

Eric got one.

Eric couldn’t help but describe it to be like a dog trained to ‘smile’ with their razor sharp teeth, one that humans recognize as friendly yet deep down its predatory.

A smile so wide it was unnatural.

Eric won’t lie, it took everything inside him not to call him out for how freaking scary it looked and beg for him to stop it. He’d swallow down the lump in his throat, starting to remind himself that he was restrained, unable to hurt him.

“…I’ll take that as a yes.”

Perhaps Yan got the reaction he wanted, because his face would shortly go back to the unreadable expression he usually wore- one that Eric has learned not to fear. Eventually he’d shake his fear off, feeling guilty about yesterday as he read as much as he could to him.

It’s almost the end of the second month, It seemed Eric actually was getting comfortable with the other’s company, being more lenient with Dark’s rules as he’d sneak in snacks and movies for them to watch together- and even if Yan didn’t speak, Eric was beginning to believe that Yandere was enjoying his time with him.

Finally, after the second month the vote was casted to decide if Yandere should be allowed to be free from his restraints, with Eric and Dr Iplier would be very vocal in their support of- but others like dark and Wilford weren’t convinced. Dark saying his lack of proper communication allowed for him to hide proper evaluations, and that he was simply buying his time in order to strike again- and Wilford would pipe up stating the rabid boy would glare at him every chance he could.

A voté was casted..

And it seems Yandere is still stuck in his restraints, but his observation sessions would be cut back to give him some semblance of false freedom.

Eric.. would meet with him the next day, seeing him reverting back to staring at the wall for what seemed like hours while barely breathing. There was no way that dark didn’t break the news to him.

“Hey Yan.. I.. got you a little treat for today”

Eric’s upbeat voice couldn’t lift the despair in the room. As optimistic as Eric was, he understood why Yan was upset.

“I um.. picked it out because it had red frosting.. and.. a cherry on top- it.. made me think of you.”

It got Yandere’s attention at least, his clouded eyes lazily focusing on the cupcake..

Eric wasn’t prepared to see a tear leak from his eye, and all he worried about was that he had did something wrong- he knew Yandere couldn’t wipe his tears.

Eric was simply going to wipe them away for Yandere, grabbing a tissue as he’d go to wipe his face

“I’m sorry Yan it’s gonna be o-“

It happened faster than he could comprehend it, only hearing leather straps snap with a metal buckle crashing to the floor, For a moment Eric’s life flashed before his eyes, waiting for the cold embrace of death only to feel someone’s warmth.. Eric would open his eyes to see the back of Yandere’s head.. he.. was hugging him, and from the sounds of it sniffling as he struggled to keep himself together.

“Thank you for not giving up on me”

And after some time.. Eric would hug back~

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googliplierirl · 1 year

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hi..... im. back into my ego phase. have some art and redraws. uhm. yeah. also!!!!!! someone please talk about stan the waterman with me i love that man.

#darkiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier #redraw #stan the water man #friendly jimmy #friendly j #yanderiplier #yan #actor mark #actor!marc #butler Benjamin #who killed markiplier #fanart #refrence sheet #madpat #natemare #antisepticeye

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be-e-come · 2 years

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*cough*

I love it. I love it; I love it.

help-

#yandere #markiplier egos #yandereplier #yanderiplier

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creat0r-cat · 2 years

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Iplier Egos x reader HCs - Their Favorite Non-Video Game

Dark: Chess

I think he would enjoy how complex and mentally challenging it can be

Chess is also considered a relaxation game for some people

So I wonder if maybe he’ll play chess in order to calm himself down when the other egos (or someone/something else) is driving him up a wall

If you play chess and you’re good at it, you’d probably be his favorite opponent

If you don’t know how to play, he’d be happy to teach you

He’s always happy to spend time with his darling

Wilford: Pie Face or Headbands

It depends on his mood

One moment he’ll be taking the risk of being hit with whipped cream, the next he’ll be crying because of memories of “That Night”

He’s haunted by his past and it really does affect what he can and cannot play at times

When he’s not in the mood for Pie Face, he’ll sometimes play a fun little game like Headbands

A guessing game that can become very chaotic very quickly

Life needs a little madness and that sounds like a good way to set it free, especially if it’s with you

Actor Mark: Poker

He has a gambling addiction

Probably

It’s a way to get more money for his “luxurious” lifestyle

If you play with him, trust that he’ll be flaunting his victories in your face

If he loses, he’ll act like it never happened or give a lame excuse as to why he lost

If you don’t play, that’s probably for the best

But at the same time, if he’s playing against other people and you’re with him, he’ll use you as a kind of “good luck charm” instead of a competitor

That’s just his way of bragging to the others that he has such a lovely lady by his side

Yancy: Charades

It kinda matches up with his musical hobby

Since charades is a game of movement and guessing, he’d probably enjoy it

Also, it’s a multiplayer game so he could play with his fellow prisoners

If everyone is busy, you can play with him, just the two of you

He’d figure out how to say “I love you” in body movements without using sign language or actually touching you

He’s really good

Illinois Jones: Any Card Game

He has limited space when he packs for an adventure

If he’s going to take a game to play while he’s out and about, it should NOT take up much room him his bag

That’s why card games are his favorite

They are very entertaining and don’t take up much room

Even a simple deck of playing cards can go a long way

He loves playing with you, his partner and girlfriend

It’s nice to play with someone rather than being stuck in a single player game for a long time

Dr. Iplier: Operation

It’s like practice for his job but it’s a game

Those tiny pieces are especially tricky and he LOVES it

He feels very happy and accomplished when he completes the entire game without getting Cavity Sam’s nose to light up

If you play the game with him, then expect him to guide your hands from behind

Like that romantic yet annoying thing that couples do when one of them is working on something

He gets really close, his whole body pressed up against yours

When you successfully extract a tough object, he’ll whisper praises in your ear

You can feel his warm breath and it sends shivers down your spine every time

If he wants to really make you flustered, he’ll nibble on your ear and kiss your neck

Just a little something he does with you and you alone

Google: Google Feud

I don’t think this counts as a video game

Anyway, he likes to extend his knowledge by playing this game

It helps improve what he could potentially expect one of his “brothers” or you could ask him at any time

His primary objective being what it is

If you decide to play with him, he’ll enjoy seeing your facial reactions when you read off the answers, or seeing your smile when you get something right

He might be a robot and not fully able to understand the concept of love

But he truly enjoys spending time with you, someone who treats him just like a normal person

It’s something that makes him feel human

Bing: Cards Against Humanity

Why does that game just seem to fit his personality (and search engine)?

It’s goofy, funny, and at times inappropriate, just like him

It’s a game he can enjoy with a lot of people

Unfortunately, he can’t play a one-on-one game of CAH with you, his girlfriend, but he’s happy that he can enjoy time with you alongside the other people in his life that he cares about

Yandereplier: Hide and Seek

What’s more romantic than a friendly game of hide and seek?

Especially when he didn’t know that he was going to be playing until you’re already hiding

His heart races as he searches each and every room for you

Whenever something makes a sudden sound, his head whips toward it so fast you swear he could get whiplash

After a while he’ll find you

He always does

He’ll hold you close and say how much fun the game was and how much he loves you

He’ll also whisper that you should never surprise him with hide and seek again lest you never see the light of day again

He does care about you

He’ll do anything for his sweet sweet senpai and girlfriend

Even if that means keeping you away from the world

Head Engineer Mark: He’s Down for Whatever

He doesn’t really play games because he’s too busy

However, if you ask, he could probably take some time off and play a game

Of course, none of you really packed anything so it’ll likely end up being a game like Sticks, Checkers, Chess, Tic-Tac-Toe, anything that you guys can make or have on hand

It’s nice to take a break and have a little fun

It takes his mind off of things

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