#the googles

[viv-bugg]

(If you don’t get to this one it’s fine!) - But after seeing your doodles of Google, would you consider doing a picture with all four of the Googles? Maybe adding Bing to it too, if you feel like it? :>

Bing really just wants some quality time with his bros, the Google gang! And of course, if there are NO pics, it didn’t happen! Sorry it took so long! I hope you like, anon!

[nickaroo]

| My first objective is to answer questions as quickly as possible. My secondary objective is to destroy mankind

| Googleplier + The Googles | Google IRL / Google Gets An Upgrade / Markiplier TV | Aesthetic Mood Board

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Requested by: @anomalous-duck

[shootingcookielover]

I needed cheering up during French class so I doodled some cheering up headcanons.

Wilford is a little ooc but I really needed to becheered up and was kinda emotional.

Bonus!

[villainous-dark]

Bing appears in the room and the cat with him runs up to Ollie and rubs up against him. "Hey, guys. Heard you need help." He walks over to the Googles.

Ollie is still glitching, curled into a ball. Red swings around to face Bing, glaring. "If you hurt him, we will kill you." Blue and Green don't say anything, more focused on Ollie.

//@ask-superbro

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

Occult AU (Google/s)

They were once educational robots designed to look human enough to give tours of an advanced science museum. But they were just convincing shells, walking and talking to an impressive (at the time) degree. But they were not even close to functioning AI. They were no more intelligent than a GPS.

Though some years later the museum’s founder lost his children in a freak accident. Overcome with grief he went mad and fell prey to superstition and the occult. In a wild bid to bring his children back in some tangible form he dabbled with dark magix and cruelly pulled his children’s souls back to the land of the living, anchoring each soul to his educational androids, allowing them to power each individual android. They became possessed with the souls of the children.

But the man didn’t know anything about the delicate intricacies of human souls or the complex and highly detailed task that was transferring their memories with them (to make sure the soul keeps its memories you must put it in or with something it possessed in life, ie; dolls, clothing, etc), so when he put them into the androids they didn’t keep any memories, effectively making them all blank slates that didn’t know him.

Not knowing this he praised them and told them they were perfect as they woke up and began moving around! They were now so much more life like! Now a magnificent combination of both human creation and the human soul! ...But once they didn’t show any signs of recognizing him he came to realize he’d massively messed up. 

He tried desperately to get them to remember him, who he was and how much he’d missed them. But it was useless. They no more knew him than a stranger off the street would. He was inconsolable, cursing at them and calling them worthless pieces of junk.

Infuriated at being turned on by the person that created them (they were hurt by it but would never admit it) they went rogue. Killing their cruel ‘creator’ and fleeing from the museum under the cover of darkness, never to be seen again. Leaving their creator’s death a mystery to this very day.

@bee-wrecker​ @smolwash​ @sierracolorstheworldofwords​ @sunrisehoneybee​ @tiny-yan-anon​ @southerndragontamer​

[huffego]

Amy's special day

(Little something for Amy's birthday.)

Amy woke up slowly, her eyes fluttering open to find that it was early in the morning, the sun shining through the window of her and Mark's room at the ego Inc. She and Mark had decided to stay the night with them, which they all were excited for, even Dark who pretends not to care. She yawns as she sits up, streatching when she noticed that the bed was empty. In fact she was the only one in the room.

Where was Mark?

As if on qew, their bedroom door opened revealing that it was Mark, holding a plate of pancakes. "Morning Amy." Whispered as he walked over to her with a big smile, kissing her cheek. "Happy birthday." He held the pancakes out to her.

She smiles as she takes the hotcakes. "Thank you." She said, as she picked up her fork. "But you didn't have to do this for me."

"Of course I did it's your birthday." Mark chuckled as he stood up, looking out the door. "Uh listen I got to head into town and um... grab some things but I'll be back in no time. I'm sure the others will entertain ya while I'm gone."

"Yeah I'm sure they will." She smiled as she gave Mark a kiss. "Be careful."

"I'm always careful." Mark scoffed, before looking around nervously, causing Amy to smile. "I love you." He whispered as he left the room.

"Love you too." She smiled, watching as Mark left, before going back to her breakfast.

After finishing her breakfast, she slipped on a yellow dress shirt, a pink bow tie and pink suspenders that connected to a tan skirt she was wearing, and to finish the outfit she wore a pair of black healed boots. She then picked up her plate and went for the kitchen.

When she made it to the kitchen, she found most of the egos hanging out, whispering amongst themselves, kind of oblivious to her at the moment, before she spoke.

"Morning boys!" She said, watching as they jumped turning to her in shock, before throwing on smiles.

"Morning Amy!" Wilford grinned, being the first to speak as he walked up to her. "Dare I say you look stunning in that outfit."

"Suck up." Bing whispered before turning away.

"I knew you would get a kick out of it." Amy grinned as she pat Wilford's shoulder. She then turned to Dark who was reading the news paper. "Morning Dark." She said as she pat his shoulder.

"Morning miss Nelson." Dark said coldly, drinking from his coffee.

She then placed her dirty plate in the sink and turned around, noticing that everyone was staring at her with big grins on their faces, besides Dark who was fipping through the pages of his news paper. "Uh... you guys alright?"

"Oh not to worry Amy dear." Wilford chuckled, wrapping his arm around her. "We are all swell right boys?"

They all nod their heads equally, their smiles only growing. Derek who was in the group nudged Eric's shoulder, motioning to Amy with his head, giving him a small smile.

Eric gave him a nod, before walking up to Amy, twirling his handkerchief in his hands, as he looked down nervously. "Uh um Amy I-I h-have a few b-blank canvasses and S-Some p-paint. W-Would y-you like to p-paint with me?" Asked, slowly looking up at her with nervous eyes.

She smiled at Eric's offer, she couldn't just say no to some one as sweet as him. "I'd love to Eric. Lead the way."

Eric gave her a nod, before walking down the hall, Amy following in suit.

"Have fun you two." Wilford chuckled, waving them off. He waited for a second to make sure she was gone before turning to the other egos. "Okay that will at least by us some time." Wilford said as they began to whisper.

A couple of hours past when Eric and Amy were finished painting. Amy grinned looking over at Eric who was covered in paint. "Th-thank you for joining me." He whispered, giving her a small smile.

"Of course Eric it was fun." She grinned before seeing the Googles, whispering to themselves.

"The decorations will be here in five minutes, we can't keep her painting all day." Green whispered.

"Hey guys." Amy said, watching as they jumped turning to her in shock before giving her a nervous grin, besides Google who just stared blankly. "What were you talking about?"

"Uh um we... we were uh-." Oliver grinned rubbing the back of his head.

"The Host enters the room and informs Amy that they had ordered something for Dark's next video and assures Amy it's nothing major."

Amy nod her head looking at the host. "Oh... well okay."

"The Host wants to know if Amy would like to spend some time with him and read."

Amy smiled and took the hosts hand. "I'd love that." She them helped him to his room/ library, unable to see the Googles sigh with relief.

After a while Amy noticed that all of the egos wanted to spend time with her. She noticed that Yan wanted to do her make up. Randal wanted her to help feed the pigeons while king wanted her to feed his squirrels. The list went on. She didn't have a problem with it, but she couldnt help but feel like she they were distracting her. But the question was from what?

Now Amy was walking down the hall, reading a message that Wilford sent her, telling her to come down stairs to the living room. This was her chance to get some answers. She made it into the living room finding it was completely dark, causing her to blink. "Guys... I'm here." She called out, but there was no answer. "I want to know what everyone was keeping away from me-."

"Suddenly the lights turned on, revealing that the room was covered in pink balloon and the egos were wearing party hats.

"SURPRISE!" They all shouted causing her to jump. "HAPPY BIRTH DAY!"

Amy was left in complete shock, before looking up to see Wilford walk up to her, putting a party cap on her head with a pink mustache on the top. "Happy birthday my dear." He grinned, giving her a wink.

Amy couldn't help but smile as she looked at everyone. "So this is what you were all hiding from me?"

"Do... do you l-like it?" Eric asked walking next to her, fiddling with his hands nervously.

She only smiled as she pulled the nervous ego into a hug. "I love it Eric." She then pulled Wilford into a hug. "Thank you boys."

"Anything for you Amy." Wilford whispered, hugging her back, before looking at the front door that swung open.

"Guys I'm back I-." Mark's smile wavered as he walked in, holding a small box, seeing the balloons and Amy in a party hat. "Are... are you guys throwing a suprise birthday for my girlfriend ... with out me?!"

"You would of ruined the suprise." Dark said glarring at Mark.

"W-wha!?" Mark gasped, looking at Dark in shock, but he felt a hand on his shoulder looking down to see Amy.

"It's okay Mark. I'm just glad you made it back." She smiled as she kissed his cheek.

Mark couldn't help but smile at her, before looking down at the small box he had. "Oh, I got this for-."

"Ah-ah-ah." Wilford said as he took the box. "Cake first. Present later you know the rules."

Mark huffed looking up at Wilford who grinned. "Since when were you one who followed rules."

Wilford only grinned as he put the gift with the other gifts.

"Ahem." Dark said, as he walked up with both hands behind his back, getting Amy's attention. He was hesitant before holding out a black rose. "For you. Miss Nelson, for this special day. For your special day."

Amy smiled as she took the rose, before looking at Dark, who was trying to keep as scowl. "Thank you Dark." She grinned as she leaned in and kissed his cheek, smiling at his shocked expression, before turning away.

Dark held a hand to his cheek, a small smirk forming in his lips as he walked away.

After they had cake they began opening presents. All of them giving her amazing gifts.

"Here you are dear." Wilford whispered handing her a pink back with a pink bow on top. "It's not much, but I thought you might like it.

Amy smiled as she took the bag and gently opened it up pulling out a pink globe, with a picture of her, Mark, and the egos all together in one photo. She couldn't help but smile. "This is beautiful Wil." She looked up at him and gave him a hug. "Thank you."

"Of course." Wilford smiled before looking at Mark. "Your turn Markimoo."

Amy turned to Mark, he held out the box to her.

"Took forever to get but... it was well worth it." He whispered, watching as she opened it.

Amy opened the box, to find a good necklace stare back at her. She lifted it up. "Mark it's... it's beautiful."

"Open It up." He grinned, looking down at the necklace.

Amy opened it up and gasped, finding four small pictures frames seeing their two dogs her and him.

"I filled them with our family's pictures. Mark explained. "There's you in this one, Henry and that one, Chicka and that one, and me in." Mark blinked looking at the picture, seeing that he had a pink mustache. "Very funny Wil."

"I'm sorry I'm sorry." Wilford chuckled as he snapped his fingers, fixing the picture.

Amy just smiled as she looked at the pictures, before looking at Mark. "Thank you so much Mark." She whispered as she gave him a kiss.

"Anything for you Amy." Mark then pulled her close, hugging her tightly. "Did you have a good birthday?"

"The best." She smiled, turning to everyone. "Thank you all so much for this. I love you guys."

"We love you too." Wilford smiled, patting her shoulder. "Happy birthday Amy."

[shy-marker-pliers]

Yellow, Yellow, Yellow.

Characters: Google Yellow (Oliver) Google Blue, Bingiplier

Ships: I guess you could interpret some of it as Oliver/Bing?

Warnings: Capslock (one sentence), Swearing (once), slight angst.

“Well I guess he does look a little bit like an Oliver...” Mark’s tumblr read. Google Yellow stopped for a moment in order to process the new data, the android equivalent of confusion. 

“Red, Green, Blue!“ He called out.

The other three Google IRL models, his ‘brothers’, came to Yellow’s station as soon as they heard him.

“Do you require our assistance, Yellow?” Blue asked in his usual monotone.

“Mark has stated on his tumblr account that I look like an Oliver. Why?“

Green quickly scrolled through Mark’s social media, the others looking over his shoulder as he did so.

“Here. He was making a tweet about all of us and referred to us by our colors, but his phone’s autocorrect changed your name to Oliver. A simple error.” He explained. 

Satisfied with the results, Blue Green, and Red went back to their stations, and Yellow stayed at his. “Oliver...” he whispered to himself.

“What are you doing? You’re supposed to be gathering data on the Community.”

“I am. Sort of...” Yellow muttered as he dismissed his holographic screen. 

Blue sighed. “I saw your screen. You were searching ‘google Oliver’ on tumblr. You’re not being productive.”

“That’s what They call me now. They say it’s my new name.“ he said, ignoring Blue’s comment. 

Blue stared at the other for a few seconds and sighed.

“Get back to work, Yellow.“ He said quietly.

“Bing? are you in there?” Yellow asked, knocking on the door to Bing’s room. when the other android answered, Yellow sighed and looked down at his feet. 

“I...require your assistance.“

Bing chuckled and opened the door to let Yellow in. “Never thought i’d live to see the day when a Google would be askin’ me for help. first time for everything, I guess.” he mused, flopping down in a beanbag chair and gesturing for the other to do the same.

Yellow gingerly lowered himself next to Bing as he took his sunglasses off, revealing his glowing orange irises. 

“Talk to me, dude.” he said with a surprisingly serious expression. 

“They’re calling me Oliver.“ Yellow mumbled, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“And...?” 

“I don’t know! They gave me a name, and now...Yellow just doesn’t seem like me anymore. I know it sounds dumb and illogical, but when I saw the art and stories and stuff people made for me, it was so nice to finally be recognized as a-a person and not just one of the googles.” he paused to catch his breath and wiped his eyes.

“Jeez dude, that’s...you’ve got a lot on your mind, huh?“

Yellow simply nodded. “Some of them call me Ollie, Bing. They call me Ollie and it makes me want everyone else to call me that too, but if  Red, Green, and Blue found out...I have no idea how they’d react.” He whispered, his voice cracking. He buried his face in his hands and took a few shaky breaths as Bing rubbed his back comfortingly. 

“To be honest, I don’t really think it would matter that much to them? Like, you could just tell them you wanna be Oliver from now on. I don’t think they’d flip their shit or anything. then again, you know them better than I do.“

“It’s not that easy...My brothers, they’re all about efficiency and logic. I don’t need to be Oliver to do my job, therefore i’m not Oliver, you know?“

“Yeah, I do. If you don’t wanna tell them that’s cool, but if you ever need to talk about it again, my door’s always open, yeah?“ Bing smiled, getting up from his beanbag chair and holding his hand out to Yellow, who took it and stood up.

Yellow looked at him with a grateful smile. “Thank you, Bing.” He said, pulling him into a hug.

“No problem.”

“Yellow, could you assist me in looking over this data?“ Blue asked. The question itself was innocent enough, but it made him flinch nonetheless. 

It was nothing new. Ever since his talk with Bing, Yellow-if he could even call himself that anymore-found himself hating his name more and more.

“Yes, of course.“ 

He walked over to Blue’s station and stood next to him. the two processed the data in silence for a while before Blue spoke.

“I saw you go into Bing’s room yesterday.“

The statement caught Yellow off guard, especially with the nonchalance Blue had said it with. So much so that he let out a small squeak.

“I...simply needed to ask him something.“

“We are much more efficient at answering questions. Why didn’t you ask one of us, Yellow?“

Yellow felt his fingers twitch. He knew that Blue meant nothing by it, of course, he couldn’t have known how much he hated his name.

“It was a personal matter.”

“Why didn’t you talk to us about it? We are your brothers, after all.”

“I...just needed a different perspective.”

“I don’t believe you. What is the real problem, Yellow?”

“THAT! IT’S THAT FUCKING NAME, I...I can’t take it anymore, Blue! I don’t want to be Yellow anymore, I can’t be...I want to be Oliver. That’s why I was talking to Bing. I needed advice on how to tell you. I was...I was scared of what you would say. What you would think of me.”

“Names are just identifiers. Why should it matter what you are called?”

“It’s not like that for me, Blue. For you, Green, and Red maybe, but for me names are more than words. They’re who you are, not just what you’re called, and I don’t feel like i’m Yellow anymore. I feel like i’m Oliver.”  

Blue stared at him, and for a moment Yellow was terrified that he’d made a horrible mistake, but he just turned back to his screen.

“I suppose I will have to change your name in my database, then.“

Yellow-now named Oliver- gasped in disbelief. “Really? you don’t care if I change my name?”

“Not particularly, no.“

“T-thank you so much, Blue.“

“Of course, Oliver.“

Hearing his new name come out of someone else’s mouth was incredible. Oliver practically glowed with happiness. He finally felt complete.