#oliver google

[spookyqueenart]

Some assorted doodles I did on request a while back based on some emoji memes. Commissions are open, info on Twitter and Instagram (@spookyqueenart) ^^

[hufflewritings]

My favorite ego ships

Darkstache: Darkiplier x Wilford Warfstache

Bastard dads: Derek Derekson x Ed edgar

Softbois: Eric Derekson x Oliver Google

Yandal: Yandereplier x Randal Voorhees

Silver screen: Silver Shepherd x Bim Trimmer

Marvelsepticeye: Marvin the magnificent x Jackieboymam

Schneepliplier: Henrik Schneeplestein x Dr. Edward Iplier

Antidapper: Antisepticeye x Jameson Jackson.

[lildevyl]

Maybe something wholesome, like Google Oliver owning a cat, the other Googles just look on in confusion at his human-like attachment.

(Ego Inc)

Oliver snuck into Ego Inc smiling to himself.  He had to sneak in and get to his room fast before his brothers see him.  Trying so hard to not be so conspicuous with his little surprise.  If his brothers found out he would be in trouble, especially with Google!  Oliver’s not sure why but for some odd reason Oliver seems to have more of a “Human Emotion” more than the others.

Oliver made it to his room and put all his stuff down then quickly unzipped his jacket and let the little guy out.  A black cat with white paws and white tip ears jumped out of the jacket and on to the bed.  Giving soft meows and looking up at Oliver with curious eyes.  It hasn’t eaten in a while and this new creature human?  Just picked him up from the dumpster when he was looking through the cans for food.

“Hey, little guy.  It’s okay.  Come on, let’s get you to Doc to get you checked up,” Oliver said to his new pet.

He found the poor thing when he went to take the trash out.  The cat looked way too small and seemed like it hadn’t eaten in a few days.  Oliver couldn’t resist, he had to take the little guy in.  He heard that cats make really good pets, right?  And they were supposed to be learning about, the humans and the humans' behaviors, right?  So, what better way to learn more about human behaviors than to own a pet?

When Oliver made it to Doc’s Clinic, his plan of sneaking in his brand new pet and then introducing him when he’s a bit healthier.  Had come to a sudden halt.

“Oliver, what is that atrocious abomination you have in your hands?”  Google demanded coldly.

“Google, be nice,” Dr. Iplier reprimanded.  He turned to Oliver and smiled, “So, who’s this little guy?”

“I have given him a name yet.  But Doc?  Think you can take a look at him?  I found him in the dumpster outside and thought maybe he could be my pet?”

“You’re going to have to ask Dark about keeping pets, but I can take a look.”

When Dr. Ipleir was busy giving the cat a full examination, Google decided to interrogate Oliver.  “Oliver, what were you thinking?  This doesn’t help our objective.”

“Google, we are supposed to learn about humans and their behaviors are we not?”  Google gave him a nod and Oliver continued.  “Then what better way to learn about the humans and their behaviors than to start doing what other humans do.  Getting a pet and taking care of it.  If we learn by doing some of their behaviors, it will be a better way to understand them.”

Google thought it over for several minutes then gave Oliver a nod.  “It’s your responsibility and you better make sure it stays out of our way.”

Oliver just smiled.  Well, that didn’t go quite to the plan he had, but at least he gets to have the pet that he’s been asking for.

[pixelpolaroid]

Edge of sanity

This is an alternate ending idea I came up with for @reverseblackholeofwords story Anti Hero. It’s really good and y’all should know that reverse is a super cool person for being ok with me writing this.

(Also this ended up being longer than I meant, sorry)

Ollie and Anti were sitting in the Host’s library, keeping anyone from disturbing the blind ego. The two were mostly silent, just folding their paper cranes together, occasionally Oliver would stroke up a conversation, but Anti was strangely quiet. Ollie just marked it under exhaustion from being under the Author’s control. However his cranes were messier than usual and, though he didn’t bring attention to it, Ollie could see the occasional glitch in his hands.

Ollie didn’t even realize his batteries were low until his vision began to get blurry. He started swaying, and Anti noticed this. “You okay Ollie?” He  asked.

Oliver stood up, trying to find somewhere to plug into. “Yeah, guess I just worked myself a bit too much today. I need to charge,” Ollie tried making his way to the elevator, but suddenly lost his balance. Anti glitched to his feet and caught the yellow android.

“Come on little outer, you need to get to bed,” Anti glitched the two to their pillow fort and helped him to his bed. He tucked in Ollie and couldn’t help but chuckle as he cuddled against his stuffed outer.

Ollie smiled up at Anti. “You should sleep too,” Anti nodded, but didn’t move otherwise. Ollie was too tired to push the matter. He closed his eyes, but before he went into sleep mode, Anti heard him mumble out, “It’s good to have you home again,”

Anti laid down against a pile of pillow, but he couldn’t sleep. Everything was filling his brain, it was hard to contain it all.

As he slowly drifted to sleep, Anti could still hear the author’s voice coaxing him to hurt the other egos. Ollie, Google, Dark, the other septic egos too. He could feel the strings still pulling on him. The voice in his mind began to change, it turned from the soft, suave author, to a static mad voice that he knew too well. The memory of hitting Oliver returned. It was all he could think of since the author returned him to the attic, and every time it did, it felt a little different.

Anti awoke in a cold sweat. He sat up and looked around, it was still dark out. He saw Ollie still charging, whatever he was dreaming gave him a smile. Unfortunately that didn’t make Anti feel any better. He needed some air.

Anti glitched to the roof of Ego Inc and just stared at the city light. It was much different from his cabin view. But neither of them felt right. He wondered if there was any where he could find home.

Even awake, the voice mocked him. “Kill! Kill! KILL!!” Anti tried to block it out

“Stop it,” He pressed his hands against his ears, trying to block the voice. “Stop! I don’t, I can’t hurt anyone!” throughout his begging the voice pressed on. The madness continues until the only sound Anti can muster were literal screams of agony. His fingernails dug into his scalp and he can feel his body glitching in and out of reality. It isn’t until Oliver is literally shaking him does he come somewhat back to reality.

“Anti! What’s wrong! Look at me! Anti!” Anti was in such a shock as he came back, he doesn’t realized who it is, and just shoved Oliver back, wielding his knife.

Terrified out of his mind, Anti just stand there, eyes pitch black, pointing his knife out at the little android, but Ollie can see his whole body shaking . Oliver raises his hands defensively, like he’s approaching a rabid animal. “Anti, it’s me Oliver. Your friend. Please, tell me what’s wrong,” He begs, but Anti’s form doesn’t stop glitching and shaking.

“L͢ike̕ ̴y̕o͜ù ͞couļd͟ e͟ve͢r unders̛t͠and͞,͝ ̕bo͟t̨,” Anti’s voice changes, glitching out of control. Ollie’s only ever seen him like this a few times, but this is the least provoked he’s seen.

“I know, I know. You’ve been through a lot Anti, but the Author is gone, he can’t hurt you anymore,” Ollie tried to get through to him.

Anti just rolls his neck, the scar on his neck standing out on his paler than normal skin. “Oh, you shouldn’t be concerned about me right now,” Ollie can see him shake even more, but through the glitches he can see the stream of tears coming down his cheeks. Tears of utter pain.

Ollie lowers his hands. “Anti why are you cry? What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong!” Anti shouts. “What’s wrong with me? That’s a question I’ve been asking myself ever since I came into the god forsaken world! Do you have any idea how it feels to be as fucked up in the head as I already am, and then have a maniac use you as his own personal puppet? Have him come in and mess around with your already messed up head? The Author took any remaining sanity I had and turned me into his own little slave for his messed up stories! Do you have any idea how that feels? Of course you don’t you macine!”

The black in Anti’s eyes disappeared as he realized his situation. He was yelling at and threatening his only friend. Anti dropped the knife, tears of regret now pouring down. “Ollie I… I‘m sor…” Anti couldn’t speak, his voice was being cut off by the glitches.

Ollie knew it could be dangerous for his systems but he didn’t care. He walked closer to Anti, placing both hands on his shoulders. “Anti it’s okay, we’ll get through this,” His soothing words didn’t seem to get through, anti was still glitching nonstop.

“Ollie I…I don’t know what’s happening. I feel like I’m going insane,”

Oliver rubbed up and down Anti’s arms, he could feel anti slowly begin to relax. Ollie smiled. “It’s okay, you’re going to be okay Anti. We’ll get through this,”

Anti sighed and shook his head, pushing Oliver away from him. “You don’t get it Ollie. I still hear him, I can feel his strings pulling that knife into your chest. I can still feel the way the Host shook at my hands, terrified for his life. The unstable look Dark had, and knowing that I caused that. I can still feel it all, and it terrifies me because,” Anti choked on the words, but he couldn’t lie to Ollie no matter what. “Because every time I remember it, it hurts a little less. Until one day I won’t need the Author to do those things again,”

Oliver looked at Anti with heartbreak in his eye. It wasn’t fear of what he might do, it was mourning, because he could tell that he was about to lose his friend. Ollie reached out, but Anti just stepped back shaking his head, leaving the bot speechless.

Anti bent down and picked up his knife, examining it carefully before it glitched away. He looked up at Ollie, not a trace of pity or regret in his eyes. “I’m dangerous Oliver. Stay away from me. I might not care the next time a knife goes through your chest,” Anti turned and walked all the way to the edge of the concrete barrier of the roof, before stepping onto it, millimeters away from plummeting to his doom. He turned back to the yellow android. “Halloween is coming little buddy. I’d watch yer back,” He rolled his neck and glitched away, only to reappear inches in front of Ollie, eyes completely black. “You never know what trouble an unpredictable glitch bitch like me could get himself into,”

Before he had a chance to glitch away, back to his room in the attic of the cabin, away from any of this, Ollie pulled him in and hugged him tightly, hoping that if he hugged tight enough, it would keep him from leaving. But he knew that wasn’t the case. Logic worked in a funny way for Ollie, it was there, but it didn’t control his actions like his brothers.

Anti was a still as a statue, he didn’t move, he didn’t hug back. How could Ollie still care about him? It made no sense, but then again, nothing about the young bot really did. Ollie could feel him about to glitch away. “You can always call this place home Anti. No matter what, I am always your friend,” He nearly fell to his knees as Anti glitched away, leaving him alone on the roof.

[huffle-ego]

How would each ego treat DA? would some of them avoid them? would some of them be rude to them? or would some of them try to be friends with them?

I feel that Google blue would be suspicious of them, and most of the egos would be cautious yet curious of them. Bim and Host would be a little worried at first but they would eventually come around and try to be friends with them, along with the Jims, Oliver, Eric, Randal, Yan, and Bing. Silver's automatically friends with them ^w^.

[huffle-ego]

Markiplier ego headcanons

King has a flying squirrel named peanut.

Magnum sees Eric, Yancy, and Illinois as his sons.

Before Yancy and Illinois got together they always buttheads, only because they had a crush on each other.

Darkiplier really has opened up to the egos a lot. Before he was cold and didn't want to be too close to them, of course, a certain pink ego changed that.

Due to his short term memory loss, if Wilford hasn't seen a friend in a long time, he'll forget them... He's done that with Abe a couple of times

Eventually, Abe will move in with the egos due to being evicted and living in his crown vic. You'll see that soon enough.

Ed always finds know pickup line to use on Derek, even if they are dating.

Dark and Mark are close now, Dark seeing him as one of his sons.

Mark is welcomed into the teen group (Oliver, Eric, Randal, Yan, and Bing) even if he thirty (because he don't act thirty).

Ed doesn't know how to read, which he's kind of sensitive about. Derek, however, begins to teach him.

Harold is insulting and doesn't like any of the egos (except Eric) and he tried but the boy is too pure.

Eric is literally baby and that's canon

Randal is more brawns than brain and Eric is slightly more brains than brawns, due to being buff.

Harold and Derek do. Not. Like. Each other.

Bim actually has two boyfriend in one (due to Silver being a separate entity from Shepherd).

Shepherd is controlled by Silver through the suit (kind of like venom) so technically Silver Shepherd is an alien.

[huffle-ego]

Wrong Insults Wrong Time

Tags: @alvie-ashgrove @sophiefrye22 @notajellymadebutler @thomothy @missfeisty199

Warning: punches, little bit blood.

It wasn't even dinner time at the ego inc and already most of the egos' nerves were worked up. Almost every single ego had been insulted by the one and only stiff, Harold B. Darrensworth. A rule-following man like him always found ways to insult any ego that walked in his path and the egos thought that they could get used to it by now, but today they were proven wrong because Harold was on an insult streak today.

Derek was walking down the hall, looking down at his clipboard, reading it over as he walked into the kitchen, finding Bing, some of the Googles, Dark, Wilford, his boys Eric and Randal, and Yan all with dull and annoyed expressions besides Eric who looked at Derek with a small yet worried smile.

Derek looked at each ego, cocking an eyebrow. "Y'all look like the light left your eyes?"

"We're just really annoyed today." Google Blue whispered, clutching the counter tightly.

Derek looked at the android before he sighed realizing what was up. "It's Harold ain't it?"

"Afraid so pally," Wilford answered as he closed his eyes, rubbing his eyelids with his finger and thumbs. "The man has been non-stop with the insults today. Worse than usual. Tried to take my shooty away and when I refused to let him he called me a deranged psychopath."

"H-He said it was unethical for androids to date humans or to date in general." Oliver frowned feeling as his boyfriend Eric pulled him close, holding his hand to comfort him.

"Yeah, and he said we shouldn't have free will. That we aren't people just search engines." Bing grumbled crossing his arms pouting, feeling as Blue pat his shoulder. "Wasn't very cash money of him."

"Normally he knows better than to mutter even a tiny syllable of an insult in my direction but he apparently has a death wish," Dark growled, cracking his neck as he spoke. "'If I had a dollar for every time you have done your job right I'd be broke' I believe were his exact words... Because I was 'letting my employees walk all over me.'" Dark shook his head clenching his fists. "None of you are my employees you're my family... Does he think living in this inc is work 24/7?!"

Derek only scoffed as he rolled his eyes, setting his clipboard onto the table. "He ain’t got the sense God gave a piss ant!" He snapped as he walked over to the cabinet, grabbing a coffee mug. "He needs to stop being a wiseacre."

"That's some bold language coming from you."

Derek groaned, clutching his mug tightly as he turned around to see Harold standing in the doorway holding papers in his hands. The others just rolled their eyes murmuring to each other but Derek just glared at the ego. "I'm not scared to call it as I see it."

"No, but you confuse your ignorance with cleverness." Harold snarked beginning to look through his papers. "Thinking you're witty with your banter and snarky remarks about me?"

"Oh, don't throw stones at a glass house Mr. Darrensworth." Derek shook his head pointing at him. "You've insulted half to people in this inc."

"I was nearly stating truths." Harold shrugged turning to Derek. "We have androids thinking they are alive when really they are just search engines, we have a pink gun-wielding lunatic, and our so-called boss just gives them a slap on the wrist and coddles everyone."

"I ain't gonna let you just sit here and bash my family like that-!"

"You are not going to, Derek." Harold correct. "I know you are too simple-minded to use proper grammar, but if you are gonna lecture me, do it properly."

Derek clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as he glared at the smug ego, itching to put his brass knuckles on. But he took a deep breath, turning away from him. "Prick." He growled grabbing the coffee pot, pouring himself a coffee.

"That's what I thought. Leave the wits to a professional, salesman." Harold scoffed.

"Well, I bet he would but I don't see a professional."

Derek looked up to see Ed walk in with a smile on his face, giving Derek a wink, causing him to grin. However, Harold just rolled his eyes.

"Now I heard you're giving everyone a hard time." Ed began as he walked in further standing next to Derek, looking right at Harold. "You wouldn't be mean to your own family now would ya?"

"We are not family, we are colleagues and barely even that," Harold argued crossing his arms as he leaned back. "This place is absolute madness all the time, and no one is doing anything about it!"

"Well, life needs a bit of madness chap," Wilford grumbled crossing his arms.

"Life needs order!... rules! And it's our job to follow them!" Harold snapped. "And we need to do our jobs!"

"And uh what is your job, then." Ed grinned leaning forward. "Is your job to get under people's skin?"

"I make sure that the rules are being followed in this God-forsaken inc! That everything is kept in line."

"Looks like you're doing a hell of a job at it." Ed chuckled shaking his head.

Harold stared at Ed in anger before his features soften, a sly grin forming on his face. "I do my job better than you... And I've obtained my job properly.

Ed's smile wavered slightly before he chuckled. "I can do my job just fine-."

"Can you though?" Harold asked tilting his head. "Have you taken the proper steps into being an orphanage director did you get the... Proper education?"

Ed's smile completely fell as he looked at Harold in confusion. "What are you trying to say?"

"Well, the last time I looked over your file." Harold began pulling out a file reading it over. "You didn't receive a Master's degree in Social work... In fact, you never received a school education, not once in your life."

Ed's blood ran cold his heart rate beginning to rise as he shook his head. "Th-That's not true I-."

"Oh, it's not?!" Harold asked sarcastically, before pointing to the page. "It says it all right here. Here take a look, read it out loud for us." He then shoved the papers into Ed's hands who froze up, staring at Harold with fear.

Derek watched as Ed began to tremble, clutching the papers rather tightly causing him to worry. "Ed?"

"Well go on Mr. Edgar... Read it!" Harold darkly grinned crossing his arms.

Ed slowly looked from Harold to the paper looking at the words. He was hesitant before he began to speak with a shaky voice. "Ed Edgar h-...h-has... N-Not... A...A-."

"Oh that's right I forgot, you can't read." Harold chuckled watching as Ed's breathing hitched in his throat, the paper sliding from his hands as he stared at Harold in fear.

The other egos were left in stunned silence, looking at Ed in shock, who's face heated up with embarrassment, turning red as a tomato.

"Heard you using one of those voice translators for a kids reports. It wasn't hard to put two and two together." Harold began to walk forward prowling toward Ed who backed up. "You know it's illegal to run an orphanage with no degree, hell with no high school education in fact. In fact, I should tell the authorities and have it shut down... Hell, one might say you are unfit to have your foster children."

"N-No! You can't take my kids from me!" Ed said in fear his heart rate only rising his body trembling. "I'm their dad! And the orphanage need me-!"

"Then you should have done it the right way and actually learn how to read." Harold snapped watching as Ed's eyes began to water, filled with hurt in his features. "Out of everyone in this inc, you are by far the most idiotic ego I have ever seen."

Ed began to tremble harder as tears streamed down his face his lower lip quivering, his feelings crushed. Ashamed and embarrassed, he shook his head pushing his hat down over his face as he ran out of the room, sobbing into his hand as he ran.

"No WAIT!" Derek held out an arm for Ed but he was already gone, his heart beginning to ache upon hearing his sobs. "Ed."

"What the hell is wrong with you dude?!" Bing snapped pointing at Harold. "You didn't have to hurt him like that!"

"What I spoke the truth." Harold shrugged looking at Bing. "It's not my fault he got all butt hurt about it."

"This is a new low even for you!" Dark snapped clenching his fists, wanting to strangle him so hard but Wilford held him back.

"The idiot got what he deserved!" Harold snapped.

Derek's slowly clenched his fists his hurt features beginning to be replaced with anger as he began to see red, slowly reaching into his shirt pocket where he kept his brass knuckles.

"He should have kept his mouth shut." Harold snapped about to leave. "Now if you'll excuse me. I'm about to make a call to the station and have them take his-." Harold fell silent when someone grabbed him by the neck beginning to strangle him spinning him around revealing that it was Derek, pure rage sketched in his features as he dragged him by the neck, slamming him into the drywall that cracked by the impact. Before he could utter a word, Derek began to punch Harold in the face over and over.

"Pops!" Eric gasped in fear feeling as Oliver pulled him into a hug, nobody stopping Derek, just watching him throw punches.

Derek punished Harold over and over, his fist and brass knuckles becoming bloody. He growled as he finally stopped punching him looking at him to see a black eye and bloody nose. He grits his teeth as he grabbed him by the shirt getting into his face. "You listen and you listen good! If you ever so much as look at my darling with the slightest disdain in your eyes, if you threaten to take his job and his kids away... If you EVER bring up his insecurities ever again, it's gonna take a power washer to clean you off the walls when I'm done with you... do you understand me?... DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" He watched as he frantically nods his head in fear causing him to let go watching him crumble to the ground. He then let out a sigh looking down the hall, before storming out, in search of Ed.

The others watched as he left before turning to Harold who got onto his hands and knees, before looking up, and glaring at the others. "Thanks for the help!"

"It was our pleasure." Dark darkly grinned, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Now clean this damn floor up and see Dr. Iplier hopefully Mr. Derekson knocked some sense into you." With that Dark left the kitchen, the other egos following close behind, except for Eric who paused in front of Harold who looked up at him. The timid ego only frowned as he reached into his pocket pulling out a cloth and handing it to Harold, who blinked in confusion before taking the cloth. "I-I w-wish you w-wouldn't insult everyone the w-way that y-you do... We are f-family after all-."

"No, we are not," Harold growled using the cloth to clean his face. "I don't need anyone in this house."

Eric frowned fiddling with his fingers. "W-Well... That m-must be real lonely then." He whispered.

Harold's features soften watching as the timid ego followed the others out of the kitchen, leaving him all alone to think of his words.

Derek finally made it to his and Ed's room, able to hear him on the other side sobbing, causing him to sigh as he slowly opened the door sticking his head in, his heart breaking upon what he saw.

Ed was on the bed laying on his side, hugging his pillow and crying into it, his body curling in as he squeezed tightly.

Derek frowned as he slowly walked in walking over to the bed unable to see Ed's face from hiding in the pillow. He then slowly rested his hand on Ed's shoulder causing him to jump pulling his head up with a gasp looking at Derek with red puffy eyes. "Shsh its okay love. It's just me."

Ed sighed looking up at Derek as more tests formed in his eyes, his lower lip quivering. "I... I-I'm-."

"It's okay," Derek whispered as he got into the bed pulling Ed close who was stiff as a board but trembling in his grasp. "If you need to let it out, you can."

Ed at that moment collapsed into Derek's chest, clutching his shirt tightly as he sobbed. "I-I've never b-been so embarrassed." He whimpered squinting his eyes shut.

"I know... I know." Derek whispered combing his hand through his hair.

"H-He c-can't take the orphanage away f-from m-me." He sobbed. "He c-can't take my babies... They n-need me... I c-can't l-lose them I-I..I-."

"It's all gonna be okay," Derek reassured him, rocking him in his arms. "No one's gonna take your job and no one's gonna take your kids. Not while I'm here, okay?"

"I-I'm so stupid... I-I should have tried harder... Should have made my mother take me to school... I c-can barely spell my own n-name-."

"Don't talk like that Ed," Derek whispered giving him a tight squeeze. "You are one of the smartest people I know. Harold's just a dumb ass that wanted to get under your skin. But you're safe now." He whispered, looking at his bloody knuckles. "I made sure of it."

Ed whimpered as he hugged Derek close. "You're o-one of the best things that ever happened to m-me." He sobbed clutching Derek tightly.

"The door swings both ways, Ed," Derek whispered, kissing his forehead listening to him whimper. "Now just calm down, I got you... I got you."

After a while, Ed had cried himself to sleep and was still laying on Derek, snoring peacefully as he snuggled his head into Derek's chest, who was running his hand through his hair, a small grin on his face, relieved he was able to fall asleep peacefully. Tomorrow was gonna be a new day, hopefully, a day where Harold is held up in the infirmary, but he knew if he tried anything to hurt the love of his life again, he was gonna be there to defend him.

[huffle-ego]

Idea for yandal and soft bois double date: Yan teaching boys how to cook and prepare meals. Their fav are pastries and traditional Japanese food. Sometimes they end up making a mess but they have fun

This is perfect 😭 👌