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Dinner Date

Word Count- 1002

Request?- Nope!

Summary- You'd run into the adventurer a few times now and... helped yourself to a few finds. You didn't expect him here or for the shoe to be on the other foot

Warnings- None

Your meal had barely even started when it was ruined. 

It was a nice place. A high end place. Places you usually have to make reservations for at least a couple weeks in advance. A place where you had to slip the hostess a very generous tip to get a table on short notice. You deserved it, you worked hard.

The view was spectacular, your glass was full of wine you hadn't even touched, and there was even live music playing softly from a far corner. This was the kind of place people from money dined in. You weren't from money, per say, but you could walk in those circles when you needed to.

You popped another appetizer, something bite sized you hadn't looked at the menu, and sat back in your chair. Treating yourself never tasted so nice. 

The waiter came by with your plate of food, steaming and glistening in the low light, and you were practically drooling. Plate had hardly touched the table when he showed up. The waiter has just turned to leave and, too taken with the food, you hadn't noticed the uninvited guest until the chair opposite moved.

You'd recognise the smug face anywhere. Even dressed up in a crinkled dress shirt and jacket, Illinois wasn't hard to miss.

"Really?" You deadpanned, spreading a napkin out across your lap.

"I can't drop in on an old friend?" He asks, leaning an elbow on the table and looking entirely too pleased with himself.

Not deigning to answer, you instead gesture up towards your head. The man takes a minute to catch your drift before his eyes dart up to that stupid cowboy hat. Even if it did have a certain charm, it didn't fit with his outfit nor did it fit with anything else in the building.

"What? I'm not taking it off for this place."

"You look ridiculous."

"I look amazing, excuse you." He readjusts in his seat, pointedly changing the subject. "Anyways, I wanted to catch up. See what you've been up to."

"None of your business and we're not friends."

Illinois almost looks put out as you say that. You shrug, finally taking a bite of your meal and nodding in approval.

"Can't help but notice this isn't your usual kinda haunt," he continues.

"What, I'm not allowed to have class?"

A short laugh that has a few older guests turn to look at the two of you. "You and I both know you're way more at home in some back alleys than fine dining."

You hummed around the next bite, idly twirling your fork. "So you're saying I'm a cheap date?"

"Something like that. Where'd we run into last?" Illinois looked almost annoyed as you shrugged. 

"I don't know... Outside some pawn shop in Rome?" 

"Try a side street in Rabat."

Feigning thinking about it for a moment, you nodded. "Yeah I guess we did bump into each other there too, huh?"

"Uh huh. Don't suppose I can ask for that statue back?"

"Oh you can. You're not gonna like the answer though." You pop another bite in your mouth. "I will say thanks for paying for the meal."

Illinois scrubs a hand down his face. "You sold it then? And the necklace? God don't tell me you pawned them, please."

"Psh, pawn shops are a rip off and you know it. Private collectors on the other hand... Well, there's a reason I'm going to them and not a museum."

"Do your clients care that you're peddling stolen artifacts?"

You were about to fire back when the waiter approached. Wine bottle in one hand, he haltingly asks if the gentleman would like to order. The fact that you had only gotten a table for one might be why you were both getting weird looks from the staff.

"Thanks but I'm fi-"

"He'll have what I'm having," you cut him off, tone far too pleasant. 

The waiter nodded and disappeared back to the kitchen. You couldn't help but take a bit too much enjoyment out of his glare.

"Oh cmon, you don't wanna enjoy what those artifacts got us?"

Illinois jabbed a finger your way. "There is no us cuz you stole them from me."

"I fail to see how my stealing is different from your stealing," you said, continuing before Illinois could, "You don't strike me as the kind of guy who goes through all the proper channels. Gets all the permits and paperwork in order before jumping right in. I had just as much right to those artifacts as you did."

You watched his jaw clench. "I offered to take you under my wing. It didn't have to be like this."

The conversation slammed to a halt again as the waiter brought a second plate of food. Delicious as it looked, Illinois didn't look away from you for a second. Didn't even say anything to the waiter.

"It's good, really," you said. You were close to polishing off your portion.

"You're gonna try and stick me with the bill aren't you?"

"And what, stiff the lovely staff here?"

"Oh I'm sure you'll tip generous.”

You shrugged, going to take a sip of your drink. "Not very gentlemanly of you, Illinois."

"Not very-"

The dessert had come then which, to be honest, you forgot you ordered. A tall, generous slice of chocolate cake with mouse and a mirror glaze and everything. It was perfect.

And then Illinois cleaved it in half with his fork. You could only watch in horror as he shoved at least a good third of that cake into his mouth. 

"Good choice," he said, still chewing.

"God you're disgusting," you push your chair back and stand, storming off towards the bathroom. 

"Disgustingly handsome?" He calls after you. You pointedly ignore him and the stares. 

He better enjoy that cake, you thought. Cuz there was a window in that bathroom just begging to be used as an escape route. You worked hard, you deserved an Illinois free night out anyways.

#markiplier egos x reader #illinois x reader #fic rec #good stuff from cozyenigma as always

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new day, new timeloop

#me opening up this blog again for the first time in aaaaaaaa year?

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"What are you lookin at?"

#I'm really sorry this had 69 notes and i ruined it #but it's SO GOOD #my HEART

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[Jackie playing Undertale for the first time]

Jackie: Yessss, no foe can defeat me! Marv, look, I’m winning!

Marvin: Yep, totally. Hope you have a good time with Sans.

Jackie: What—what does that mean??

Marvin: It really is a beautiful day outside, isn’t it?

#jackieboy man #!!!!! #best superhero 10/10 #happy birthday my guy

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The Iplier Egos as MCU Quotes

Yandereplier:

Illinois:

Wilford Warfstache:

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Rae: Can I be frank with you guys?

Corpse: I don't see how changing your name will help.

Tina: Can I still be Tina?

Jack: Shhh, let Frank speak.

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Person who sent the blank request here; THAT WAS FRICKIN AMAZING!!! AND YOU MIGHT DO MORE!?!?!?!?!?!?! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:D I am so SO glad that you liked it!

And yeah! I just feel like there's a lot of potential left in their story, it doesn't feel finished yet.

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1. Blankgameplays 2. she/her 3. Platonic/ambiguous 4. Fluff (meet cute, like Blanky Boi is 'haunting' {would you call it haunting? is he even a ghost?} reader's house) Prompt: 63 - Reader: “I don’t believe in ghosts.” Blank: *about to ruin this mans whole career* Please and thank you with extra sprinkles on top ♥ ☆ﾟ.*♥･｡ﾟ♥

Here it is! Right on time...Not delayed at all...no siree bob...heh.

#and I definitely didn't only sit down to write it because I'm in bed with the big c19 no way #it definitely did not take that much to end the procrastination #nope

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Ouija Board

Pairing: Ghost!Blank x Reader (Ambiguous)

Genre: Paranormal

Word Count: 1,512

Summary: Sequel to Blank’s Winter Ficlet. After months of Blank poking at your sanity out of boredom, you bring your friends home to get their help, and someone brings a Ouija board into the mix. The day ends with you being left with more questions than answers. (There will probably be another part to this later.)

Anonymous Request: 1. Blankgameplays 2. she/her 3. Platonic/ambiguous 4. Fluff (meet cute, like Blanky Boi is 'haunting' {would you call it haunting? is he even a ghost?} reader's house) Prompt: 63 - Reader: “I don’t believe in ghosts.” Blank: *about to ruin this mans whole career* Please and thank you with extra sprinkles on top ♥ ☆ﾟ.*♥･｡ﾟ♥

Authors Note: First off, to get it out of the way, I was originally using a gif from the tumblr search option, and I removed it when asked. Even though I’ve done so, I can’t remove the reply because they blocked me before I even saw the notification. The gif you should be seeing (if it matches the image description) is one I made myself. Now, onto the important stuff- Oh my god, it is about time I got this done! I’m so sorry it took this long for me to get to it! If it helps in any way I finished this fic with idea’s on continuing it later so...you’ll probably be getting more out of your request than most!

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[Image Description: A gif of Ethan (Crankgameplays) edited to be spooky with multicolored layers. He leans towards the camera and speaks ominously.]

You’d started out with nerves of steel.

Ghosts weren’t real. You knew that.

It’s an old house, and you have an overactive imagination. That’s what you told yourself, over and over again, even once it stopped making sense. But there’s only so many times you can catch things moving on their own, or you could hear that distant voice, before you started to get a little tense. So when you finally hit your limit, you turned to your friends, bringing them to the house in the hopes that they could confirm what you’d been seeing. Or not.

“Okay, before we go in, here’s the plan. We don’t talk about it.” You started, keeping Vi and Eric on the stairs. “Because I think if it knows that I told you about it, it won’t do anything. Like, try to make me look crazy.”

“You do look a little crazy right now.” Violet quipped, nudging you further up the stairs. “Come on, we get it. Act normal, pay attention, let’s get ghost hunting.”

“Ugh, please don’t call it that.” You unlocked the front door, stepping in with your friends following right behind you.

You tossed your keys onto the counter, and the sudden noise was all it took to make Eric yelp. You and Violet both turned to look at him, seeing him cover his face with his hand. “Sorry...”

You sighed, already close to giving up on this plan. You were pretty sure the so-called ghost didn’t even have to do anything. Eric was so nervous and Violet was so excited about this whole thing that they’d probably make up their own ghost story by the time you finished painting the office.

But you trudged forward, bringing them upstairs and getting to work.

You dug your speaker out of the closet, putting some decent music on and leaving it in the corner of the room. Eric pried the paint can open and Violet started lining the room with painting tape. For the first time in a long time, you were all stuck in an uncomfortable silence. waiting for something to happen.

But the day went off without a hitch. It was late in the evening when you finished painting the walls and your friends got ready to leave. “You know, if this was your way of trying to get free labor out of us, fair play to you.” Vi joked, slinging her bag over her shoulders at the door. “But honestly, I’m kind of bummed.”

You shook your head. “I swear I wasn’t, guys. I’m sorry. God, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Eric came up behind you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey it’s alright, you can- well I mean if you want you can stay with us for-”

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a small thud and a clattering sound coming from the room right above you, the office. All three of you looked up at the ceiling, then at each other, before making a quick pace back upstairs. You flicked the light back on to see that the half-empty bucket of paint you’d left was now on it’s side, and the color of the floor now matched the walls.

“...Dude, this thing is an asshole.” Vi said bluntly, earning a quiet plea from Eric not to make it mad.

“I knew it! I told you! There’s no way this shit just happens, right?” Despite the fact your floor was ruined, you couldn’t help but get excited. “I mean it’s ridiculous but this happens all the time.”

“Okay, this is going to get even cooler, beeecause...” Vi grinned, pulling her bag back around and digging through it until she found what she was looking for, something wrapped in a beige cloth. “Guess what I brought.”

You watched her unwrap what turned out to be a planchette, which had been wrapped in what turned out to be a cloth Ouija board. Eric coughed nervously, taking a small step back towards the stairs, “I actually uh..I can’t stay, I sort of have a-a doctors appointment! Yeah, that. That’s what I have to get to.”

“It’s seven at night.”

“Yeah, um...it’s therapy. You know, they stay open late and...yeah.” And with that Eric excused himself from any further ‘ghost hunting,’ fleeing out the front door. Before you could also object to the idea of talking to the ghost, Vi grabbed your hand and pulled you along to the living room.

“Do you have any candles?” She asked, kneeling down on the floor and spreading out the Ouija board.

“I have a couple scented candles we could light, I guess...” You shrugged and went around collecting them. You started to say something more but stopped to rethink it. This was ridiculous. Lighting candles for a ouijia board? Acknowledging any of this ghost nonsense felt silly enough to you, just a couple months ago stuff like this was all a big joke to you. But what other explanation could there be for everything you had experienced? Maybe you should have done a bit more research, set up a camera or-

“Y/n?” Vi called out from the floor, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Swallowing your pride, you brought the candles and a matchbox over and kneeled across from her. “So since when are you interested in all this, anyway?”

“What, ghosts and stuff?” She stayed quiet for a moment as she helped you set the candles up on either side of the two of you. “I dunno, I guess I’m just starting to notice that maybe...things aren’t as they seem. Kind of like you. But I actually find it fun. So, are you ready to do this?”

You nodded. “I guess so...” Placing your fingers on the planchette, you took a deep breathe before you started. “Hello?”

“Hello? That’s all you’ve got?”

“Shush.”

“I’m just saying, maybe-” “It’s my house that’s haunted so-”

HELLO

You both fell silent again, glancing up at each other. She looked like she might explode from excitement and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes. Then, you kept going. “My name is Y/n, this is my friend Violet.”

I  K N O W

“What’s your name?”

The planchette began to move again, but this time rather than settle on any letters or even move towards ‘No,’ it moved to a blank patch of the cloth.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you waited for any movement, but it didn’t come. “Do you have a name?”

D O  N O T  R E M E M B E R

‘Oh.’ You felt a pang in your heart at that.

Vi pouted a little, her head tilting to the side. She was the next to ask something. “What are you?”

G H O S T

“Alright-”

M A Y B E

“...Maybe?”

D O  N O T  R E M E M B E R

Chills ran down your spine. That was not a comforting thought. “Is there anything else in the house with us?”

NO

“You’ve really been scaring my friend, you know.” Vi said, looking cautiously around the room as she spoke.

I  K N O W

It took everything you had to keep your shaking hands on the planchette. “Do you want me to leave?”

Nothing happened. You waited, your heart pounding out of your chest. The sun had officially set, making the house pitch black aside from your little pocket of candlelight. You could almost make out a shadow over the board, it’s source seemingly coming from behind you. You didn’t dare mention it. “Do you want to be alone here again? Because I’d understand that.”

Even more dead silence.

Violet let out a sharp sigh, taking one hand off the planchette, despite your objection, to rub her temple. “Are you still there?”

YES

“I just want to understand why you’re doing this.” You said, much quieter than you meant.

S O R R Y

“You’re sorry?”

S T A Y

“But...what?”

You and Violet sat there for another thirty minutes, asking questions and waiting for answers that never came. The spirit was apparently done talking. “Alright, well...” Violet stood up, putting her bag back on.

“What? Wait, I don’t get any of this. What do I do?” You began to panic, not entirely sure if you should be leaving the board yet.

“You can have the board, keep trying tomorrow, I don’t know. Look-” Her tone was coming off uncharacteristically harsh now, as she avoided your eyes. “My head is splitting, think it’s all the candle fumes. I’m gonna breeze off, good luck though.”

You squinted at the door when it hit you what she said. "Breeze off?” Shaking it off, you turned your attention back to your unusual roommate. “Okay, I’m going to call it a night I guess. I have paint to clean up so,” You moved the planchette to ‘Goodbye,’ taking your hands off and being seconds away from blowing out the candles when it moved all on it’s own.

G O O D N I G H T

#blankgameplays x reader #blankgameplays fanfiction #blankgameplays x you #I wrote this in a burst in one day and if there are typos they are hiding from me

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Teaser :)

#Idk why I felt like it #but here you go #to be done soon

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call me by y/n

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*Tries to create two oc's in art breeder that are different enough to be clearly be two different people but similar enough that when this evil wizard dude sees one for a second he thinks it's the other one that he murdered 100 years ago and ALMOST LOSES IT*

#not like I'm ever going to do anything with their story because I'm lazy but hoo boy #but messing around with them does get the creative juices flowing SO #tick talks too much #spoiler alert for my ocs I guess?

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Shut up! Just shut up! I can’t kill you if you keep asking questions!

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YOU WROTE A THING!!! It was GOOD!!!

I did! And thank you!

Considering it was the first story after my break, I'm pretty proud of it. Thank you for sticking with me 😁

#tick talks too much

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Leap of Faith

Pairing: Actor!Mark x Reader

Genre: Action, Humor

Trigger Warning: Heights, Deep Water

Word Count: 1,013

Summary: After yet another heist gone wrong, you have to choose between trusting Mark’s gut instinct, or visiting your friends at happy trails again.

Request from @heehoooo​: Hope you don’t mind my Actor lovin ass poppin in here again but romance & she/her pronouns with the prompt 56 👀 I love your writing sm 🥺

Authors Note: Sorry for the long wait! I’m a little bit rusty, but I hope you like it. Thank you for sticking around <3

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[Image Description: A gif of the actor from A Heist with Markiplier, standing outside of the museum in a beige suit, smiling and talking with his hands but seemingly frustrated as he speaks to the viewer. Captioned “I’m going back to base.” End Description.]

It was a miracle you got out of the museum unscathed. You’d think you’d want to take a break after that. Unfortunately, outside of academics, the box was virtually worthless once it was opened and Mark had to jump right into plan B to keep your new operation going. This time it was something a little more foolproof than a magic box in a haunted museum.

Or at least the small-town bank should’ve been foolproof.

“Go left!” You shouted, trying to find a way to escape on google maps at 80 miles an hour with no real destination in mind. “Mark, I said go left!”

“It’s too late now!”

“Turn around!”

He scoffed at you, keeping his foot firmly on the gas. “You hear those sirens too, right? I can’t. find another way.”

“It’s a dead end, there is no other way!” You snapped back, just before he was forced to hit the brakes where the guardrail turned in on itself. The sirens proceeded to get louder and louder along with your heart as it practically pumped out of your chest.

Mark was the first to get out of the car, running over to the railing and peering over. You’d barely gotten a leg out of the car yourself when he ran back and threw open the trunk to get the bag out of the back. “Let’s go, there’s still a way.”

Once you got the chance to peer over yourself, you shook your head. “Absolutely not, no way.”

"We'll be fine," He started, stepping over the rail onto the small bit of the cliff left looking over the water. "People do this all the time."

"Yeah, in the daylight, when they know how deep the water is!" You ignored the hand he held out, keeping a death grip on the metal in front of you.

"Look, it's not even that far down-" He glanced over your head at the lights in the distance that made it clear the police would be here any minute, and held his hand out again, this time more insistent. "I need you to trust me on this. We can make it."

For just a second there was a small voice in the back of your mind, not belonging to you but the ghost at the museum, but you quickly shook it away. Grabbing Mark's hand, you stepped over the rail yourself. "I swear if this kills me-"

"Oh, don't be dramatic." He said, adjusting the bag on his back. Before you could argue about the hypocrisy, he began to count down. “Three,”

The police would be driving down this street any second.

“Two″

You held onto his hand a little tighter.

“One.”

Taking in one last deep breath, you both jumped off the cliff hand in hand, plunging into the water.

The impact wasn’t pleasant, with ice cold water almost knocking the wind out of you and one of your arms smacking the water way too hard. You lost your grip on Mark’s hand and your clothes were weighing you down as you desperately tried to swim up. After what felt like a lifetime, you felt him grab onto your arm and pull you up. You gasped for air the moment you breached the surface, clinging onto him. “This ‘s so c-cold.”

“Shh.” Mark pointed up to the cliff, which was now glowing bright red and blue, then to the shore just yards away. “We have to swim under to get there, can you do it?”

You nodded, trying to collect yourself and still your shivering body just to make a point. Taking one more breath, you dipped back down into the darkness before the cops could shine their flashlights over you, staying still just long enough to let the light pass over you before you pushed forward. The circumstances made it feel more like moving through sludge than water, but your adrenaline kept you going until your hands dug into sand and you were able to wade onto the beach. Cringing once you were on land, you wiped the sand off on your pants. “Ugh, I’m not cut out for this.”

Mark on the other hand, was beaming. “I told you we could make it.”

“We haven’t made it yet,” You said, kicking off your shoes and tucking them under your arm. “C’mon.”

The two of you sprinted up the beach to the nearest street and kept on running until you found a ray of hope in a ‘for sale’‘ outside of a (thankfully) empty house. After getting in through a sliding door in the back, you used up the last of your energy keeping yourself from collapsing entirely, instead making it to the wall to lean back and toss your shoes away. After catching your breath, Mark was the first to speak up. “Now can I say I told you so?”

His teasing earned an exhausted sigh from you, but you couldn’t help but smile. “You’re right, I never should’ve doubted you.” You both let out tired chuckles, and you pushed yourself off the wall and found your way into his arms, staying that way in a peaceful silence...

Until you felt something on your hand that wasn’t water.

You pulled back to try to see what it was in the moonlight coming through the window. “Oh my god, did you get hurt??”

“No? I feel fine.” He took your hand and held it up to see for himself what had you panicking. “What the...Oh- Oh no, no!” He took a step back and pulled the bag from the bank off his back, tearing it open and holding a stack of twenties up to the window.

And then another....and another.

If it wasn’t bad enough that every single bill was soaked, they all had a fun new dye job ranging from pink to blood red.

You stared at the tainted bag with wide eyes, hands tangled into your hair as the painful realization hit you. Mark slowly zipped up the bag, cleared his throat and looked at you with a sheepish smile. “So um...plan C?”

#actor!mark x reader #actor!mark x you #markiplier egos x reader #heistiplier x reader #markiplier x reader

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hey, don't feel bad about having to take a break, life sucks rn for a lot of people. Come back when you're ready to, we'll still be here when you do.

Thank you ❤️