Well versed in Markiplier egos x reader, but primarily write for Darkiplier/Damien (though with the right inspiration, I could try writing for others)
Feel free to drop an ask in my inbox to chat, but requests are currently closed (I have way too many WIPs I wanna finish first)
I'm also on ao3 under the same username, I cross-post my things there for registered users, so if you want to drop a comment, I will very much appreciate it!
Tags navigation: #otty writes (my writing), #otty chats (musings and drabbles), #otty draws (the one Dark fanart I've drawn lol), #otty reblogs (my reblogs, I'd like to think I have good taste and add fun commentary)
Fics below the cut⬇️
A touch of darkness (pt.1) - Dark convinced himself he must stay as far away from you as possible for your sake. That all changes when you start experiencing feelings you hadn't before.
A touch of darkness (pt.2) - What happened after the office incident OR in which Yancy tries to eat breakfast and Wilford becomes a matchmaker
A day in the life of a Darkiplier - Drabble of Dark's diary entry
Dark is a black cat - Cute little drabble about Dark feeling cuddly
Only Mortals Catch the Sniffles - You decided to go shopping while it was raining, but you forgot your umbrella. So, of course, you end up getting sick. What’s unexpected is who exactly decides to take care of you and what discoveries it leads to.
It Just... Slipped - Simon accidentally voices his thoughts aloud when he is with Captain!reader, who rescued him from the Iron Lung during one of their wormhole jumps (cw: suggestive)
Headcanons:
Kiss headcanons for Dark
Kiss headcanons for Damien
Damien/Dark how would they react to you casually fixing their clothes
Oh, the things Dark would do for you
Chronic pain haver Dark
Turning gray in a good way (due to Dark)
How the egos encourage you when you have stuff to do for college
was rewatching the markiplier cinematic universe stuff again since it had been a while and couldn't help but doodle damien while watching DAMIEN and then abe while watching Wilford Motherlovin' Warfstache :]
these were both done in just fine point pen so pls excuse any mistakes
In my headcanon, Damien used to storm off outside whenever heavy emotion was overflowing, to scream his frustration out into the woods. He kept this trait until the end, and took it with him when becoming Dark.
I found my old role-plays of me (as myself lol), Anti, and Dark from 2017 and 2018. If I wasn't trying to be a massive lurker at the time and actually posted something (it was kind of formatted like a text post, I could've just replaced myself with "reader" and no-one would know—) I think it would've been a hit
kiss your screen every time you see a typo or grammatical error in my fics because it means it's home grown and not some ai bullshit and im dead serious about this
Hey if you send me a request, don’t say that you asked someone else the same prompt and didn’t get a response. That’s kinda uncool.
Writers on here are fans. We do shit on our own time. We’re not full time creators. There’s a lot of reasons someone may not respond to your request, and all of them are completely valid because we’re doing this for fun.
This is not to put anyone on blast by any means, hence why I’m not responding to the ask. But I wanna make sure that we’re all on the same page. Requests are just that. Requests. You are welcome to send the request again, no need to apologize, but please do not come into my inbox comparing me to another writer unless it is absolutely a compliment towards the other writer.
And to my other writers: you’re doing great sweetie. You are one of the building blocks of fandoms. Your writing is good enough. You are doing enough. Do not feel guilty for not creating.
Is it just me or does people seeing Markiplier characters and not calling them by their names but just "Markiplier" irritate anyone else?
Like when that trend on tiktok of a song + the dance scene from the beginning of WMLW was going around, the vast majority of comments were like "I love the Markiplier dancing trend". Guys, that's Wilford. Mark is not just a YouTuber. He acts in stuff. That is a recurring character
It's more of a pet peeve than an actual thing I'm mad about though so eh who cares (I do. Just a little bit)
Oh, don't mind me, just thinking about playing with Simon's hair. I think he wouldn't let you do it in the beginning, but eventually, bit by bit, he'd be like Okay I don't understand why you wanna do it, but go at it
(Honestly, those luscious locks were meant to be played with. You've got so much real estate Simon—)
Eventually, he starts enjoying it. I mean, like truly melting into it. It's not like you started doing it for his sake, but he finds himself relaxing as soon as your fingers touch his scalp. His eyes close on their own, and that ever-present tension in his shoulders just. Releases. He didn't even know that was possible
Sometimes, he sort of just starts rumbling when you're playing with his hair. He doesn’t even realize it at first. It’s just a sound deep in his chest. You never mention it just in case he might stop doing it if you acknowledge it
He even gets grumpy when he asks if you would like to play with his hair, and you tell him maybe later. He lifts a brow and promply begins dragging you away from whatever you were working on. That can wait. Remember? You said you enjoyed playing with his hair. And you obviously need to relax now. Don’t argue with him.
(Yes, guys, my whole brand is Softie sweetie *insert character* here, but this is after he's already healed up from his trauma and safe and sound so he can afford to be affectionate. It's okay, guuuys, I'm not mischaracterising him—)
Summary: In which Simon's accidentally voices his thoughts aloud when he is with Captain!reader who rescued him from the Iron Lung during one of their wormhole jumps
Pairing: Captain!Reader x Simon
Word count: 1350
Warning: Suggestive, nothing explicit, but you know what's happening. It's more poetic than down and dirty, but just to be safe, minors DNI.
Credit to @vesperthebagel for the blinkie!
He had... witnessed it before. Seen some people who had not bothered to hide themselves well enough, even though if caught, they would be shunned at best. He'd always found it distasteful as every part of Eden was considered sacred ground, which seemed disrespectful even to him. Not to mention the act itself looked... naturalistic. Too Earthly.
He'd never been, but from what the elders told him, he'd always imagined Earth like that. A primitive civilization led by their urges, unable to hold back their lowest of needs.
Blasphemy, every second of this would be the highest offense to Eden. But if so, why did it feel so heavenly? Why did every movement, every brush of skin against skin, make him feel more belief in the existence of paradise than anything Eden had ever taught him. They looked positively heavenly. Not the most angelic he's ever seen them, nothing could top when they descended from their universe to rescue the dying man he was then. But this was a close second.
It's all he could focus on besides the growing haze in his brain, drowning out all except the physical sensations and their blissed out expression. Were they feeling the same high as him? They've certainly lost the barely there but ever-present weariness in their eyes, but he doubted he could make them feel as good as he was feeling right now. So divine. And just because of his angel. His angel...
Simon hadn't meant to let it slip. It just sort of… happened. But just because he didn't mean to didn't change the fact that it did happen. And now they was going to hate him forever. Now, at this point, they would tell him he's thinking as if he were still in Eden. Alright, maybe not hate, but definitely think he's a freak of some sort.
When he snapped from his spiraling thoughts, he saw their stunned expression. He'd become utterly still since the word somehow left his mind and materialized into a quiet murmur, but with their proximity, they would have heard it regardless. There is no denying it now. They must truly hate him. Otherwise, why would they—
A mild nod, more to themselves. Their features relaxed like flower petals during gradual bloom. Instead, an inquisitive expression settled on their face.
"Alright... so..."
There it was, he'd shown too much, and now he was going to lose them forever.
"Is this a recent development?"
That was... unexpected. At first, he wasn't sure how to react, and then he realized he did not want to. Recent development? How could it be recent when he was clearly able to see their angelic nature even when his eyes were drowned in blood.
He must have shown more emotions than he had wanted to because they nodded again, seemingly satisfied with his lack of an answer.
"So it isn't. I see. Interesting..."
That answer both calmed and unsettled him. If they were disgusted, they would have immediately pulled away and told him to leave. But the answer itself felt more like a prelude to something rather than a stopping point, which he assumed the best case scenario would be after his slip up.
He was just about to take a breath to ask them what they meant by it, when they moved their hand from their side down to...
Oh.
Oh no.
He may have forgotten to breathe.
"Simon?" They asked, their tone so caring yet level as one asks when wanting confirmation or assurance, completely at odds with where their hand was.
They smiled subtly when their name left him in a particularly undignified sound.
"Uh-uh, not that. That thing you said."
Surely, they can't mean it. They couldn't possibly. That would happen only in dreams he's not even allowed himself to have.
A more firm touch made his train of thoughts short-circuit, and he gasped faintly, eyes already closed. "Angel..."
"There it is."
Now he was definitely sure he was daydreaming. No, not dreaming because only his conscious mind would be able to come up with a situation this perfect. His angel sitting on top of him with a look of utter concentration, like they knew what they wanted, and it seemed they in fact did. He just wasn't sure what exactly it could be.
They gently said his name and he just writhed, a low grunt escaping him. He wouldn't be surprised if they'd noticed his thoughts drifting off and decided to bring him back to Earth. To the fact this was actually happening. As unlikely as it felt to him.
"Do you think of me like that? An angel?" Their voice was soft in the quiet room in the depths of the ship, where they had tucked away before they knew exactly how far this would devolve to.
He was nodding before he could stop to think about the answer, so vehemently that his hair fell into his face slightly.
If they were teasing him, his embarrassment would've made more sense at least. But when they were looking at him like this, so genuinely curious, he wanted to hide further into himself. But his secret was already out thanks to his stupid mouth.
Their hand went to gently push his hair out of his face, giving him a momentary reprieve to the sensations of their hand present up until a few moments ago.
"Are you able to tell me why, or do you just want angel to take care of you?" That word, coming from them, had an experimental connotation, unsure, but seeming willing to try.
Or maybe they weren't willing at all. Simon couldn't be too sure himself since his brain zeroed in on them. Actually. Saying it. They didn't know that he actually saw them as his angel, but it was more than enough to affect him.
It was then that he realized the sound coming from him was a whimper, but he couldn't do much to stop it even if he did try. And oh how hard he was trying. To no avail since just seeing their expression, filled with anticipation, made his throat tighten again. No, he needed to focus, they asked him a question... but what did he actually want?
"Please..." He could only manage a quivering plea. For what exactly he wasn't sure. Clarity in this moment filled with nothing but passion and their dark eyes? Confirmation that they really were alright with doing this with him? Permission to simply fully feel the sheer expanse of all he's ever held back for the sake of Eden's propriety? Whatever it was that he actually wanted, they had noticed before he could.
And they just smiled. So soft. Reassuring. Like they were an anchor that would never restrict him but hold him stable in this sea of new sensations and previously forbidden feelings.
"No, no, there's no need to beg, Simon," they said softly, leaning so close to him he could smell the scent of old books and something that was just so irrevocably them.
They always used his name, and by now, he's figured out it was on purpose. Maybe it was when... Burt, was it, called him 'buddy' or some other nickname, and he'd tensed up to a point that he was unable to hide. And it seemed that they just noticed. They always did, including minor details like this. So even in such an intimate moment where most people would go for pet names, They made sure to say his name.
"Will you let me take care of you, Simon?"
And in that instant, they could ask him to tear the stars from the sky and place them at their feet, and he would do it. Even though his natural instinct was to protect, to guard, to fight for, if they wanted to, if they truly meant what they were saying, then he'd let them. After all, Simon could never say no to his angel.
Never ever would he doubt their angelic nature since not a long while later, they had taken him to paradise, one moan at a time.
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A/N: This was originally inspired by my friend @fgfluidity 's fanfic (aptly named Angel), where they have their own Captain OC. Go read it if you want more wonderfully characterised Simon
Taglist: @hotline-bing since you explicitly wanted the naughties xd
