#yancy markiplier

[woofipliers]

God I miss him

Forgot to visit him this month D:

[simon-butcher]

Smashing Simon and Yancy together like barbie dolls.

I feel like Yancy would like Simon. I dunno, maybe Im crazy.

[chronicbeans]

Markiplier Egos Fear Headcanons:

Summary: It is not spooky season, but it is always spooky time on my blog. Anyways, here are headcanons for what I think some egos would be deathly afraid of and what you or they do about it. Spoiler: water/the ocean shows up more than once.

Includes: Actor Mark, Murdock/Murderiplier, God of Night, Head Engineer, Yancy, Damien, Simon, Darkiplier

TW: Water/Large Bodies of Water, Drowning/Death, Ghosts, Murder, Forgetting, Failure, Blood, Anxiety and Trauma

Actor Mark

Don't let this man anywhere near water, or else he will pass out. Like, a shower is perfectly fine. A bath is... eh. He can do it if somebody is outside the door or on the same floor as the bathroom he's taking it in is on. Pools? He's only going where his feet can touch the bottom. Anything else? No. Never. You can not drag him there if you tried.

He's died before. He might be able to cheat death, but it still hurts. Stabbing, poisoning, beating, strangling, getting shot... Yet, he claims that drowning was the worst of them all. He never explains why if you ask, and you never press further because... well, the way he says no is less of his usual "I am annoyed that you're asking" no and more of a "oh, God, please no" no. So, you instead focus your attention on what you can do to help him cope with the fear.

He does not cope very well with it. However, he does appreciate it if you'll take a bath with him, or just sit in the room and talk with him when he does. He likes knowing you're there in case anything goes wrong. He doesn't exactly trust anybody else around him with it.

He's also terrified of being abandoned or betrayed. It doesn't exactly take a genius to guess why. Celine left him, William convinced Celine to go with him, and when Damien became mayor... Then he isolated himself...

So, expect him to cling to you often, whether you like it or not. That, and to possibly be a bit hesitant to let you leave alone. Oh, and so be sure to call him if you are going to go out on your own. He promises, he's trying his absolute best to trust you more. It already took him a long, long time to trust you enough to tell you about these fears of his...

To be honest, there's probably like a 90% chance he hopped into this relationship expecting it to end horribly but desperate enough to still pursue it, only to then get way too attached once he realized you have no plans to run off with someone else.

Murdock

He's also afraid of the water, but on top of that? Ghosts. It is much, much worse when you combine the two together. Ghosts by the lake, ghosts by the ocean, ghosts by the pond, ghosts standing by waiting for you to relax in a nice bath... All waiting to drag you under the water's surface!

He can't quite explain why he's so afraid of the water. Though, unlike Mark, he is much more afraid of baths than him. So, his guess is that because he has killed people by drowning them (in a bathtub because that is easier to access), saw just how brutal and slow it can be, he is now frightened of it happening to him. Either by some freak accident as karma or revenge... revenge by a spooky ghost-

He's killed enough people to feel like it's only a matter of time until one of them comes back as a ghost to take their revenge. Be that revenge being haunting him for the rest of his life or by killing him in a just as horrific fashion as he did them. You can argue with him all you want about whether or not ghosts and the supernatural are real, by the way. He believes that they're real, they are after him, and that he needs to use every trick in the book to make sure they can't get to him or you.

The way he comes is... very strange. However, the most normal part is how he constantly brings around things he thinks will ward off ghosts and spirits. You'll wake up to him pouring salt barriers in every doorway, or see him scouring through books about ghosts and the occult to find more ways to fend them off. It doesn't help that every house he buys always has some problems, from electrical problems, plumbing problems, heating... He thinks ghosts are doing it but he's just a bad homeowner-

However, the weird part is that he's also weirdly obsessed with the things he fears? You swear he's a fear masochist or something. He watches every ghost hunting show despite the fact they cause him to hide behind you from fear, he'll go ghost hunting despite the fact he's just going to hide in the closet at the smallest noise, and he'll even go on boat rides or just lie in a tub full of water despite the fact he will scream and flail if he thinks he's even close to drowning. Through it all, he wants you right by his side.

You don't understand why he does this. You'll never understand why he does this. He sees no reason to explain himself. It is just Murdock being Murdock.

God of Night

He'll never admit it, but he is afraid of being forgotten, eventually. Gods can't really die in a normal sense, so as far as he's aware, being forgotten and becoming a forgotten god is the closest thing to it. Watching them wander about with no power, no face, and no name is... unsettling, to say the least. He's seen it happen with the God of Fertility, he's watching it slowly happen to the God of Death... The weakness and tiredness... Seeing those husks of gods walking by almost makes him jealous of the fact that humans can simply die and be done with existing.

You're never going to know that he's afraid of this, though. For multiple reasons. He existed long before humans and most of the other gods, so he thinks his fears of being forgotten are, in his own words "stupid". How could he be at risk of becoming forgotten, something that usually happens whenever humans forget something, if he existed before humanity? He clearly doesn't need them in the same way the others do. He thinks. He can never quite be sure until it happens to him, right? So, he'll keep any breakdowns or bouts of anxiety to himself, and you'll only ever witness the aftermath of them.

You're used to Night being more distant in affection. He doesn't like being touched, likes his personal space, and compliments are kept brief. He's simply content with being in the same home as you while you're there, especially since him and Day rarely ever were in the same place at the same time. Yet, sometimes, he'll seek you out and cling. He'll sit closer than ever before, hold onto you like you'll disappear if he lets go, and ramble about anything and everything he likes about you. In turn, you do the same. Since you don't know these moments are caused by his fears of being forgotten, they seemingly come from nowhere. Yet, you have guessed that they happen after something goes wrong, at least.

Though, he might be willing to go much further to prevent himself from being forgotten. With that offer of eternal darkness if he gets the council to be sympathetic to and release Phobos... An eternal night would be a constant, lovely reminder of him, wouldn't it?

Head Engineer

He is deeply afraid of failing. Especially after the wormholes and near end-of-the-multiverse. It's part of why he's so quick to do whatever the Captain says. While he's aware that taking on more tasks means that there's more chances of failing, the possible rewards of succeeding and making them happy outweigh the risk in his head. This can very quickly lead him to overworking himself, though.

He does whatever he can to avoid failure. That's part of why he gets everything done "good enough". If he struggles with a task he just keeps going and going and going... Which sounds good, until he ends up hurting himself, only to keep trying to do the task.

However, he mostly just tries taking on a bunch of easy, small tasks between his engineering work. If you have someone else do it after he asks to, though, he gets anxious again. Captain wants coffee? He can get coffee. Let him get you coffee. Why are you having that person get coffee? Did he mess up the last time he got you coffee? Oh no... He failed at doing something as simple as getting coffee...

You'll need to do a lot of work if you want to help him out with his fear. He has trouble relaxing if you give him breaks, he obsesses over his perceived failures, and he copes through trying to take on more work than he already has. Yet, his gauge for what is and isn't a failure does rely heavily on you, when it comes to minor tasks. So, the first step is trying to make sure you let him know you appreciate him and his work, even if there's a few mistakes.

Yancy

He is easily unsettled by change. He's become so used to the strict routines of prison that he doesn't know what to do whenever something changes. It makes him freeze up, before trying to act out his regular routine despise the fact that the change might directly contradict it.

He tries to cope by avoiding any change. It's part of why it took him so long to apply for parole. Any unexpected changes in his schedule will throw him off into an anxiety spiral... and not many unexpected events happen in prison that would cause that much change! Whenever anything does happen, he mostly goes quiet and watches everything happen around him until he can go about things normally.

Outside of prison is when things start to get a bit more messy. He can't exactly go about his prison schedule outside of prison, and now that he's out, there's also more uncontrollable things. He can't exactly control if there's going to be an accident on his way to his new job, much less the customers he might get, or if he'll be able to immediately get any help if there's any sorts of problems. Back in prison, the guards could help, there were no customers, and he didn't need a job...

So go about things a bit slowly with him. You have to ease him into this big change to everything. Otherwise, just listen to him complain. He likes feeling heard, even if he knows what he's complaining about might seem minor or strange to you.

Damien

Omg my first time trying to write anything for him and it's a post about fears lol-

Anyways, assuming this is pre-Darkiplier as I include him again in that section, I think his biggest fear is most likely also failure. However, it's more specifically the idea of failing as a mayor. He wants to protect everybody, and has a somewhat naive viewpoint of the political world. Despite clearly knowing enough to win an election, he's well aware that politics never go as smoothly as everybody hopes. At the same time, failures in the world of politics also tend to have catastrophic impacts on the people around you.

So, he copes by constantly asking for advice from the people around him. His secretaries, his assistants, and the District Attorney (you). He has plenty of ideas on what to do, but constantly fears that there's something he didn't account for when making them. Lots of things sound good on paper, but don't work out in real life. It can lead to him somewhat breaking down in he can't find any feedback on his ideas. Not enough to necessarily give away the fact that he's specifically anxious, but moreso that he is tired.

Since he trusts you, he turns to you relatively often. After a long day of work, he might spend some time rambling to you about his day. If he has an especially bad bout of anxiety, he might even try to call you during work to talk. Just about anything, really. You'd probably do more talking than he does, as he calms down very easily at the sound of people talking. Especially you.

Simon

This entirely depends on if it is before the blood ocean or if we're going the "he survived AU" route and now he's out living a happy life. If it's before he's dropped into the blood ocean and during his time imprisoned by the C.O.I, his biggest fear is never getting his freedom back. If this is an AU where he survived, his biggest fear has to be blood. Technically whatever was in the blood ocean, but he associates it so heavily with blood that the sight of blood terrifies him, now.

Simon wants to be free. The idea of simply rotting away in confinement forever is far from pleasant. He was never free on Eden, either, but it was at least better than with the C.O.I. Which means he doesn't exactly know what being free feels like... Which then, by extension, means he doesn't entirely know when he's free. He could be wandering around, free as a bird, but that lingering thought of "what if you still aren't free and somebody, somewhere is controlling you" will come back around.

As for the blood, it triggers bad memories. He sees it, smells it, hears it pitter-patter onto the floor from whatever is bleeding, then remembers everything that happened in the blood ocean. The creature, the sounds of the blood rushing in, the vile metallic taste when some got into his mouth during the struggle... the weird malformations it caused when it touched his skin. He doesn't want it anywhere near him. Even if it's his own blood. As much as he knows it is normal blood, he can't help but have flashes of horrific memories invade his mind at the thought of it.

He mostly copes by keeping it to himself. Especially with the blood. He doesn't know what can be done to help him, partially because mental health care took a major backseat once The Quiet Rapture happened. Much of the knowledge on how to treat phobias, anxiety, and traumas has been lost from not being passed down to newer generations. He truly believes there is nothing that can be done. Yet, keeping it to himself makes him anxious, and when he's anxious, he's irritable... and when he's irritable he's mad...

The best you can really do is be there for him when it comes to the fears of a lack of freedom. You could attempt to reassure him that he is free, but he might not believe you. The blood, though? He'd appreciate it if you tried distracting him from it however you can. It might not work, necessarily, but it'd be appreciated.

Darkiplier

Darkiplier is a very interesting case. His fears are basically an amalgamation of the fears of three separate beings, all of which have conflicting ones.

Celine fears the idea of a hostile, supernatural force harming her or Damien... Which conflicts with the mere existence of The Entity. Damien fears the idea of being trapped like this forever and possibly losing himself in some sort of... merging of him, Celine, and The Entity into one mind. This somewhat conflicts with Celine, only because Damien comes by trying to find ways to get himself and her out of the body as soon as possible, while Celine thinks the safest option to escape is to stick together and to only try leaving when they have enough knowledge of the situation. Meanwhile, The Entity fears losing this body and going back to the Manor, which conflicts with both Celine and Damien, as they wish to return to a life of normalcy... and that Manor, while cursed and partially the cause of their predicament, existed in the world they long to return to.

All these conflicting fears merge together, making it so that Dark just... freezes. Almost like he can't figure out what is making him anxious in that very moment, but he knows it is something. One of the three beings that makes him up is anxious, then it's also possible that that has set off another... so, he can't tell what it is, much less what to do to cope, or how to respond to the world around him. Everything locks up, and he might even stop breathing for a moment, but he'll have the most blank expression on his face as he tries to hide it.

He copes by pretending nothing is wrong, because if nothing is wrong, that means whatever is making him anxious must also not be wrong. Yet, he doesn't understand that that alone doesn't really help. Then, as things just progressively get worse and worse, he might finally relent and go to you for some help.

Due to not exactly knowing what is making him anxious, in an ironic twist, asking "What's wrong? What's making you anxious?" will make him more anxious. So, avoid that, for one. He'd appreciate it if you simply talked to him as he listens. It's something that he gets from Damien's part of the internal world. Another thing he might like is if you brush through his hair, but he rarely ever asks for that. So, chances are, you don't even know that that's on the table.

[thedarkest-nights]

"I Want To Go Home"

Yancy x reader

Summary: you visit Yancy every third Sunday, but he's finally decided that just one day every three weeks isn't enough. He wants to see you every single day.

Warnings: bittersweet but hopeful ending, and mostly fluff!

A/N: i havent written for Yancy yet, so I thought I'd change that! I love this guy so much- so hopefully you guys enjoy this one

It was the third Sunday of the month, which meant it was visitation day.

Yancy was excited, and nervous, bouncing on the balls of his feet in his cell. This happened every single visitation day without fail.

He was both excited to see you, and nervous you wouldn't come.

You never missed a Sunday, so he wasn't sure why he expected you to forget about him this time, but he always worried. He missed you so much and he wasn't sure how he'd get through without his visits from you.

As much as he liked being in prison, it was safe, he knew where his meals would come from, the other prisoners liked him, sometimes he wondered what it'd be like to be on the outside with you.

Would you let him live with you? If he knew you as well as he thought he did, you would.

What would that be like? The waking up with you in his arms, being the first thing he recognizes as he opens his eyes, seeing the sunlight warming your skin every morning.

Cooking with you, moving around your kitchen with ease. You'd enclosed some pictures in your letters, and you'd described your apartment to him, so he could almost perfectly visualize your space, and imagine himself in it.

He couldn't help but want it.

He shouldn't, not after the things he'd done, but he was a selfish man, and he never claimed to be anything else.

Finally it was his turn, he rushed out of his cell, the guard following behind him at a more leisurely pace. Yancy was antsy, ready to talk to you, to see your face again. He couldn't forget what you looked like, he had pictures, but nothing compared to being almost close enough to touch you.

That was another thing that had him considering applying for parole, he wanted to touch you. To hold your hand, to kiss you, to go to sleep at night with you wrapped in his arms, to wake up with you still there. His dreams of you weren't enough to hold him over.

You would never ask that of him, you knew he was happy, even though you missed him terribly. He could see it in your eyes just how much it hurt you to leave him, but you never said anything. You had never complained, not even once. The fact that you were willing to stay silent, just so he'd be happy, was just another reason to petition for parole.

As he waited for the guard to catch up, he thought about it all. He wondered how you'd react to him telling you he wanted to petition.

You'd be excited right?

You would. He had no reason at all to doubt you.

He was pretty sure his petition would be accepted too, because he had been on his best behavior. No escape attempts, no fights, he did what he was told, for the most part, and the guards liked him enough to vouch for him.

The guard finally caught up, Lenny he thinks the man's name was, and Lenny unlocked the door to the visitation area, letting Yancy through and closing it behind him. He'd been good enough that he got to sit with you by himself, no guard listening in.

As he sat down, he took just a moment to admire you before he picked up the phone. You looked happy to see him, but you also looked like you hadn't been sleeping. The dark circles under your eyes were much deeper than they were the last time he'd seen you. That wasn't good.

He picked up the phone, “hey sweetheart.”

“Hi Yancy,” you replied, voice light, but with an underlying exhaustion. You sounded a little raspy, like your throat was dry.

“Youse okay?” His brow furrowed as he really examined your face through the protective barrier.

You nodded, “yeah, just tired. Work's been a lot, I've had a lot of late nights, so taking care of everything that I need to do at home just gets pushed back later into the evening.”

But you didn't come to see him just to complain so you added, “but I'm okay, things like this happen sometimes, it's one of the downsides of being good at your job.”

Hopefully that convinced him.

It didn't.

You could tell, his brow was still furrowed, his head tilted as he looked at you. It would've been cute if it didn't make you feel guilty.

You only had about an hour with him, maybe a little more if the guards were feeling nice. You didn't want to waste it worrying him.

“What if youse didn't have it to do it alone?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I's been thinkin’ that.. I wanted t' apply for parole,” he continued, eyes not meeting yours, “and if I got approved, then you wouldn't have t’ keep doing everything all by yourself.”

“You'd apply for parole.. for me?”

“Youse come here every single Sunday for me,” he replied, “and I miss you, I don't wanna miss youse anymore, and if I was there with you, I wouldn't have to.”

He finally looked up at you, and saw your smile, and the tears welling in your eyes, happy ones he hoped, and knew deep down he'd made the right choice.

“I'm gonna petition after youse leave, and maybe by next visitation day you'll be pickin’ me up on th’ outside, as a free man.”

You were excited, for both yourself and him. Yancy had spent so long in prison, and he deserved his second chance at living life. He always said he was happy, that he preferred staying in jail, but how could he really know? Now he could find out what it was like to have a second chance.

“Would you want to live with me?” You asked, after the excitement passed enough that you could speak again.

“I was wantin’ to ask you about that,” he looked almost bashful, “I's didn't wanna assume, but.. I wanted to live with you. Y'know, wake up in th’ mornin’ with you, do all th’ domestic stuff together, if you wanted. I don't wanna impose.”

“Yancy, you could never impose,” you admonished gently, “I want you there, so you'll live with me when you get out.”

It was his turn to look excited, eyes wide, mouth agape. He hadn't expected you to agree so readily to let him share your space.

You must really love him.

“I do love you, silly man, a lot.”

He must have said that out loud, and it caused a blush to color his cheeks. He was grateful the prison lights were so dim that you probably wouldn't be able to see it.

You could, but you chose to let him keep some of his dignity.

The rest of your visitation time with Yancy was spent making plans. You wanted to pick up some new clothes and other necessities for him, so you had him give you a list of things he liked, and things he didn't. You'd get his sizes from the prison, one of the guards would tell you, or you'd write to the warden. Yancy was a favorite of theirs, sure he was a bit eccentric, but he was easy to manage.

The time flew by, and it felt like you'd barely blinked before the guard was coming back to collect Yancy, “alright, say your goodbyes, it's time for the next guy's turn,” he said.

You put your hand on the barrier, and he mimicked your gesture, “I love you, and I'll see you in a few weeks,” you said, swallowing harshly to try to stop yourself from crying.

He nodded, “I love youse too, and I mean it, I'm gonna petition, soon you'll get t’ see this ugly mug every single day. You'll be sick of me.”

“I could never be sick of you Yancy.”

That was the last thing you said before you had to put the phone down. You watched him walk back through the door before you got up and made your own way out.

You absolutely hated leaving him there. Every single time you left you had to sit in your car in the parking lot for at least ten minutes, sometimes more (usually more), just to work up the courage to drive away. This visit was no different.

Meanwhile, back in the prison, Yancy was talking to the guard, Lenny, on his way back to his cell, “yeah I's want th’ paperwork to apply for parole.”

“You leavin’ us Yancy?” The guard asked.

“Yeah, don't get me wrong, I do love it here, but.. I got somebody on th’ outside that I love more, and I wanna make up for all th’ time I spent in here instead of out there with them,” he replied.

Lenny nodded, he had a family of his own so he understood just how Yancy felt, “I'll talk to the warden, and we'll get you your papers.”

“Thanks Lenny,” Yancy smiled, stepping back into his cell.

The guard nodded as he locked it and moved down the line to get the next prisoner eligible for visitation.

Lenny kept his word, two days later he was handing Yancy a stack of forms and a pen, “just read these over, sign where it asks you to, and then the warden and the state will look it over, and if you're approved you'll be out in no time.”

Yancy had never been so excited to read over forms in his life. As he penned his signature on the first page, initialing on the line below as it indicated, he thought about you.

This was really all for you, and he was so ready for the next chapter of his life, the one he'd get to spend with you, to start.

Maybe he would get to leave with you when you came for his next visitation day. He could picture it now, leaving hand in hand with you, getting to hug you whenever he wanted.

He couldn't wait.

[starleska]

oh my god

i fucking love Yancy 😂💖

[hollow-haywon]

Was feeling nostalgic about Markiplier, drew some old friends :)

[parkie-parkie]

Simon lowkey looks like he's 2 seconds away from trying to beat the shit outta Yancy.

Yancy does NEOT know how close he was to meeting the Butcher

[notsoheterosapien]

guys. guys guys. hear me out: yancy x sebastian from la la land.