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yuckie-obsessive · 1 year

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Double Trouble

Uh-oh… been thinking about a double possessive x reader 👀

So been thinking about if you got both of the boys in the same room and they only barely tolerate each other because you’re there. I’ll try to make it gn

Tw: brief talk of Anti’s “neck incident” and swearing

Darkiplier x Reader (gender neutral) x Antisepticeye

Set up: you are just chilling with Anti (just imagine a living room) and Dark arrives because he wants to talk with you about something and Anti gets real defensive and clingy.

~★~

“They aren’t your prisoner, you know. They can talk with whomever they wish,” Dark was already irritated with Anti’s shenanigans.

“Yeah, well you’re in my home, my fucking territory. You don’t have a fucking say here!” Anti was getting angry a lot faster than the other alter- as per usual. Dark sighed, “Does this really need to be an issue every time I wish to see them? They already stay with you, why do you insist on being selfish?”

“Cause I know what’s safe for them, and they don’t need to be around you or any other insane ego in your little group.”

The iplier egos were never all that harmful towards you, though. Only Dark and Wilford ever seemed to have interest, to which Dark would always ward off Wilford’s more… extreme tendencies.

Dark sneered in response, “You know what’s safe? The one who brought a knife to their own neck for entertainment-?”

“THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM!”

Things were growing heated fast. You decided to quietly step away to let them work it out (in their own special way).

“Dollface, hey,” arms wrapped around your torso, making you stop, “where are ya going? I was just messing around…” Anti mumbled as his face brushed up beside yours.

“Just a minor spat is all,” Dark stepped in front of you and took your hand, “takes more than a couple harsh words to send me away.” He placed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

Anti growled and his hold possessively tightened, “would certainly make my life a lot easier… I think they prefer me anyways,” he chuckled a bit and started a trail of kisses along your neck.

Dark’s expression twitched only slightly at this, but remained overall neutral. He brought his free hand to your face and maneuvered yours to rest on his shoulder. “They just need to see what I can offer…” his chest pressed up against yours, now pinning you between the two extremely dangerous beings, “I can entirely rewrite reality at your command.”

His lips connected with yours in a rather soft display of affection, catching you off guard with how gentle he was being. He separated for a breath, “say the word my dear, and I will give you the world.” He captured your lips once again.

Anti huffed. “Darlin’ you already have the world with me,” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver only for Dark to deepen the kiss to bring your attention back to him. “What could he possibly have that I don’t, hm?” Anti placed a small kiss behind your ear.

Dark separated to glare down at him. “Humility and grace certainly comes to mind.”

With that, they were at it again. Attempting to one-up each other for your attention.

You, at their mercy, had one hand clutching at Anti’s arms and the other clawing into Dark’s suit jacket, there was hardly anything you could do to stop them. Your mind, being as flustered as it was, probably wouldn’t let you do much of anything if you could.

#antisepticeye #ego #anti #jacksepticeye egos #darkiplier #dark #markiplier egos #darkiplier x reader x antisepticeye #darkiplier x reader #antisepticeye x reader #reader insert #kie writes #kie’s post #text #drabble #possessive

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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Doing the Egos hair. (I swear actor wouldn't let us and Wilford would love it) but just putting their head in your lap and brushing their hair. No pressure!

Haha! Yeah Actor would. And I only did three egos since I was feeling lazy. Sorry!

━MARKIPLIER ☆

He leans into it subconsciously while smiling. Only realizes what's happening once you bump his glasses accidentally with the pad of your hand. Mark sort of just smiles at you softly before turning back to what he was doing

━DARKIPLIER ☆

Is most likey sitting in his velvet arm chair reading when you sneek up behind and start to play with his smooth tresses. Sort of just flickers his gaze up to you and chuckles before resuming his reading

━ANTISEPTICEYE ☆

Slaps your hand

"Wha the fook are yah dhoing?"

"I was gonna play with your hair-"

"Hell no."

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ijwrff · 9 months

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Prisoner-Part 7

Am I evil for this? Maybe. Y'all bout to find out.

Tw; swearing

@serenitydusk @thattiredanimator1t0mblr @viciouslyyearning

Word Count: 1,363

Anti most certainly didn’t want to go to this little meeting, and he made that very clear. Between groaning and openly saying “This fucking sucks” several times as you played your game. He knew once you were done with that section of the game, that you’d want to meet with Dark about whatever this agreement was. He was dreading it with every inch of his being.

You finished up quickly, wanting to know what it was and how it would go. Maybe their agreement involved you going home? That didn’t seem right…it was mentioned as if it was something bigger than that. More important to them, and possibly to you. You HAD to know. It was urgent, and on the off chance that it meant you could go home you needed to be involved in that conversation as soon as possible.

You looked at Anti and smiled, even though it came off as very nervous. “So…to Dark’s castle?” You tried to make it sound less like you were excited, and more of a casual question. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy your time with Anti…even if he had a few screws loose. Dark was calmer by far, so if you had to talk about this “agreement” you’d rather do it with Dark present.

He might have some control over the situation, and keep Anti at bay if all went wrong. Might.

Anti made an irritated noise, but reluctantly composed himself as much as he could and grabbed your hand. He led you to the front, and you couldn’t help but notice the sparks coming off his other hand. His eyes flashed with colors of green and yellow, and it intimidated not just you…but all the other demons who walked past. They took great care to stay as far as possible from the two of you.

You had no idea what to say, and neither did he. It didn’t take long to realize Anti could be a talker, so knowing he was being quiet only made you more anxious for this conversation. He would look at you with calculating eyes, and you would look back only for the both of you to look away. This was so…awkward. Was the agreement really something to be so nervous about?

Within moments of leaving out the front entrance, your vision blurred and you arrived at Dark’s castle. It wasn’t exactly welcoming, but as Dark said it was more composed. More solid, and stable. It seemed foreboding however, and the walk to Dark’s office was silent. For the most part. You could still hear demons talking and rummaging around, but you had yet to see one of them.

Anti didn’t bother to knock, and walked straight into the room with you in tow. He made sure not to let go of your hand, as if to show Dark that Anti was holding your hand instead of him. He squeezed tightly several times, but made sure not to squeeze too hard. Humans were far more breakable than demons, and he reminded himself of that often when around you.

Dark looked up from his desk and frowned at Anti, before smiling softly at you. “What brings you back? Was he mistreating you?” His smile turned into a look that terrified you. You had to remind yourself it wasn’t directed at you. It didn’t phase Anti, however, and the two glared at each other with unspoken words.

“N-No! It wasn’t that…it’s just…” Now seeing them seethe at each other made your confidence dissolve, but you had to be strong. “I wanted…to know what your agreement was.” You scanned their faces, and tried to get a hint as to what it was before it was said.

Anti looked irritated, and Dark looked perplexed. “Oh…I see.” He gestured to the two seats in front of the desk, “Sit down. We’ll discuss it.” Dark also looked as if he was dreading the conversation, but the look went away quickly and was replaced with calmness. You couldn’t tell if that calmness was genuine, but if it wasn’t he was a damn good actor.

You both sat down, and Dark tried to formulate the words. “It’s an agreement about you.” Those words were already terrifying, and seeing your confusion and fear he continued. “We can’t say we hold extremely strong feelings for you, but that has changed over time.” This was sounding…odd. And conflicting.

Anti spoke up, “We’d like to try and court you. There. Happy, Dark? I used your words.” Both turned to you and had anticipating looks on their faces. Anti in particular looked more afraid, as if he was exposing a great weakness of his. “But you can pick who you chose. Our agreement…” He trailed off, and Dark finished the sentence for him once several moments had passed.

“Was that we each take you on a series of dates. Get to know you, and you can get to know us. We will not hold…many…strong negative feelings about your choice.” He folded his hands on his desk and tried to gauge your reaction. When he saw confusion once again, he continued. “We will be patient, and respect your decision.”

You had…no words. Was this really happening? Two demons that kidnapped you…wanted to go on dates with you. This has become an extremely difficult situation very quickly. “I…I…” Was all you could get out. You wanted to tell them how you felt, but any thoughts on negative repercussions halted your attempts.

“It’s alright dear, take your time.” Dark said, and looked at you concerned. Was the thought really so terrifying you couldn’t speak? “We can protect you. Better than anyone else can.” He tried to reaffirm your beliefs, if they were even there. “We are kings of the void, and could provide you any kind of life you saw fit. No need to make the decision now.”

After a good while of silence from Anti, he decided to throw his two cents in, “We get you need time. Just don’t take too long, and make the right choice. At least try it out. See who you like more.” He sniffed and rubbed his nose, being reluctant to have this conversation at all. You just looked so…conflicted. It was making him nervous.

They both allowed you several moments, and you tried to gather your words as carefully as possible. “I…I can’t.” You closed your eyes, not knowing what was about to happen to you. Hearing them both suck in breaths, you opened your eyes to see Dark and Anti’s auras, or whatever they were called, flickering aggressively in the air around them. It felt suffocating.

“At least give one of us a fucking chance! Just some dates! It’s no big deal!” Anti growled, but Dark’s look had him calm down slightly. “We wanna know you. Everything about you.” It sounded broken, with how his voice glitched and his emotions overflowed.

Dark leaned forward, getting just a little bit closer to you. “Why can’t you? Be honest.” He looked into your eyes, but you tore your gaze far from him. “We could provide for you, care for you. Be yours, as much as you’d be ours. I know I could give you the lavish life of your dreams. Anti could do…something…for you.” He trailed off, trying to think of what Anti could possibly do. He saw himself much higher up than the glitch demon, but he respected him to the smallest extent.

“Fuck off Dark! I can make sure,” He directed his eyes to you and made sure you were looking at him, “That you always have fun. No rules, no regulations, just anything you want to do you can. Travel the human world, gain authority, take you anywhere you want to go.” His eyes were flickering with electricity it seemed, and it made you look away. “So why. Can’t. You.” His voice sounded guarded, but still angry.

“Because…” Their strong reactions were terrifying, and you wanted nothing more to go back home. Somewhere you were safe, no demons in sight. But you had to say those six words. Maybe they would understand? Leave you alone? It was wishful thinking.

“Because I already have a boyfriend.”

#x reader #markiplier egos #jacksepticeye egos #yandere x reader #gn reader #tw; violence #tw; swearing #yandere! king! antisepticeye x reader #yandere! king! darkiplier x reader #yandere! king! anti x reader #yandere! king! darkiplier #yandere! king! antisepticeye

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thedarkcoven · 1 year

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This Is Not A Dream | Master List

-Edit made by me using pics found on Google. I DO NOT take any form of credit other than the edit :) WARNING! 18+ Content Ahead. MINORS DNI! Smut. Slight Drinking. Threesome. Manipulation. Dark isn’t a nice person/demon. Natemare is a little shit. Dark and Mare are obsessive and possessive. Antisepticeye is like a big brother to reader. Choking. Hair pulling. Slight abuse. Some noncon/dubcon. Talk of religion/witchcraft (ex: demons, god complex, sacrifices, etc). Bondage themes. Talk of mental health. Mind play. Dark magic. Shadow tentacle usage. Monster-f’ing (since demons are technically monsters). Blood/gore. Dark themes so if any of this makes you uncomfy please do not read. -If I can think of any more I will add them-

Its been years since you started your career, starting as a side job, of creating Youtube videos. Out of celebration of your tenth year and meeting so many amazing friends over the years, your best friend Seán also known as Jacksepticeye has come up with a plan of having a get together for a few weeks. Things seem fine at first until one you run across what you thought was an abandoned shack only to have the events of a great time turn dark. ~Chapters will be updated as I finish them -Chapters- Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

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riotlain · 2 years

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Egos with a psychic s/o

im mentally ill

reader can read minds woah

short bc i need stuff outta my drafts

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Iplier Egos

Darkiplier

Constantly reading his mind is an actual pain

He tries to keep calm around you and keep his thoughts at bay

He thinks of you alot tho

He usually asks what other egos are thinking about

Mainly Wilford

Hes concerned that Wilford may have killed another person today-

Wilford

Annoying ass

“What am I thinking of now, Dear?” “The body you buried yesterday…”

Also asks what everyone else is thinking

He’s interested in whatever Googles thinking

“Wilford, I cant read an AI’s mind-”

Worth a shot

Illinois

Horny ass

His mind is like everywhere ig??

‘Adventures, cool artifacts, hows Y/n doing, sex-‘

Ig your power handy when adventuring

“Can you uh, hear anyone close by?”

Host

My fucking lord

He knows whats always happening so ig you do too

Always apologizes for it

“The Host sincerely apologizes for his loud thoughts, Y/n..”

Yall get to both be omniscient ig??

Eric

His thoughts are always loud and racing

Constant what ifs and shit from his dad

And he also feels bad you have to hear it all

“I-Im so sorry you um- have to uh.. h-hear my t-thoughts??”

He tries to stay calm around you

Which turns his thoughts incomprehensible at that point

‘Uhmydadwaity/nsheresoishouldntbethinkingthatnajdjjgkf’

The Jims

They all think in unison/j

But like they all think generally similar thoughts

Its usually about the news and such

Im convinced they speak telepathically

‘Jim, do you think this will be good for viewing?’ ‘Why of course Jim! Why wouldn’t it be?’

How? Idk either

Google

You cant read AI

If you could it would be generally boring

‘Main objective: Date night with Y/n. Secondary Objective: Destroy Humanity.’

He does often ask what everyone else is thinking

He wants to know what the human mind is like

Septiceye Egos

Anti

Jit mind is wack

Like he be thinkin the most deranged things and then think ‘Im hungry’

He thinks of you alot surprisingly

Thinks of how attractive he thinks you are

and

Idk sex

Robbie the Zombie

He thinks pretty slow thoughts

Honestly its like static in there

He does have his lil thoughts

'Y/n's pretty' or 'I'm hungry'

Stuff like that

Battle Egos

Phantom

Def wanted your silly lil soul at first

You literally read his mind and just stared at him blankly

“Bro why you want my soul🤨🤨”

Bro was like “Shit man-“

Now that yall datin his mind is usually business, plannin date nights, makin sure Mare isnt up to funny business

The usual

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egomeister · 2 years

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BIG SPOON OR LITTLE SPOON?

ALL EGOS

SYNOPSIS: While we're on the talk of cuddles, are they a big or a little spoon? (Most of the guys are happy with both, so I'm just going to put their preference)

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

Darkiplier

Big spoon

Wilford Warfstache

Little spoon

Actor! Mark

Either (Changes by the day)

Yancy

Little spoon

Illinois

Big spoon

Engineer Mark

No preference

Damien

Big spoon

Antisepticeye

Big spoon (Dislikes cuddling though)

Chase Brody

Little spoon

Marvin the Magnificent

Big spoon

Dr. Schneeplestein

No preference

Jameson Jackson

Little spoon

#darkiplier x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #actor mark x reader #yancy x reader #illinois x reader #antisepticeye x reader #chase brody x reader #marvin the magnificent x reader #dr schneeplestein x reader #jameson jackson x reader #tufts septic egos #tufts iplier egos

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mothgodofchaos · 2 years

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Stage

This was an idea I couldn’t shake. I was supposed to be writing a Yancy first snow fic, but my brain kept shoving this to the front. Here, with whatever the fuck this is.

Actor v Anti, GN!Reader, ft. Marvin, Chase, Jackieboy Man, Murdoch, Yancy, Engineer, and Dark, TW: puppets, mannequins, manipulation, knives, possessiveness, kidnapping Words: 1457

“My emerald friend, you and I both know I own the stage, and by extension, anyone who walks onto it. Now, if you could please let go of my dear protagonist, I need a victim for our hero, namely me, to rescue.”

“Yer protagonist? How adorable. If ye t’ink yer gonna get my poppet away from me, ye got anot’er t’ing comin’ t’ ye.” “Well then, you’re far more fun than Dark at playing the villain, challenge accepted. Let’s see if our hero can rescue our dearest from the claws of this technologic demon.” Anti smirks, the puppet strings keeping you bound and floating in the air tugging you upwards as his hands move, as if he’s the one manually moving you. You hover above the stage as you hear Mark’s cane and Anti’s knife clash with a sharp clang. You struggle, but of course, the script didn’t say you were allowed to speak.

“Don’t worry dearest, we’ll get you back to your ship, I have many loops for you to go through still! But don’t worry, the script has to end at some point.” “Enough ‘bout yer fuckin’ script! This is my playground now, ye pomegranate pompadour. Wait until ye see my ot’er poppets, I’m sure t’ey’d love t’ meet ye.” From the rafters drops Marvin, clearly straining against his red puppet strings. His eyes glow green as the strings unravel from him, and he takes an offensive stance towards Mark, his cards bridging between his hands before several spades fly at the actor. Midair, they shift into daggers, Mark’s staff able to deflect those that he can’t dodge. “Have others to do your dirty work for you, do you? I admire you, glitch bitch. Wish I could say that we could be friends, but I don’t tend to play nice.”

“Play nice? From w’at I’ve heard from Dark’s bitchin’, ye don’t like anyone ot’er t’an yerself.” “Dark talks about me? I knew he liked me. He’ll admit it someday. Until then, he’ll have to play my villain, of course when I’m done with you.” Mark pulls a mannequin from the left wing, a quick wave over the face and you now look down at Yancy, you remembered him from the Heist script. Charming, friendly, he had helped you escape. Reduced to nothing more than just another mannequin as Mark watched you weave through his narratives aimlessly, just for him to swoop in at the end and “rescue” you. Being captured by Anti was a mistake. You were working on something on your ship, wherever that is now, when your desk glitched. You thought it was going to break, sending you through another loop, but those thoughts were quickly dismissed when your screens were filled by green glitches, and an arm reached through the screen, reaching for you. You ran through the door to the bridge, shoving your crew out of the way as the demon chased you through the cameras, tablets, and electronics that he could easily link to.

You sprinted towards the warpcore, ready to jump in again when the doors in the hallway locked, a clawed hand stabbing through the hand scanner that opened the one behind you. A knife pointed towards your throat as he loomed in the doorway to the warpcore, floating just slightly off the ground. He had backed you against the opposing door, slowly encroaching on your space.

“Well aren’t ye a beautiful and/or handsome little thing? Not often I get t’e chance t’ catch one like ye~”

And like that, he snatched the front of your coveralls, and in a flash of green, leaving you with a tingly, electric feeling through your entire body, you found yourself on the stage. All the memories with Mark came flooding back, manipulating you, writing the script in front of you, grinning as he controlled your every move and thought. But this? This was fear. This was unfamiliar territory.

The demon strung you up with his puppet strings, displaying you with his other captives. The nightmares, the killings, the possessions, simply controlled by a different narrator now. You thought back to your time in the mirror, wondering if it would’ve been better if you had never been pulled out by Mark. You were so desperate, betrayed by Dark…

A knife slicing through the string attached to your right arm snaps you out of your thoughts, seeing Yancy’s smile a few inches away from your face. Anti had summoned Jackieboy Man and Chase at this point, and you see Murdoch and your sweet Engineer on Mark’s side. Part of you wanted to be excited to see Yancy, but you knew that the illusion would only last for so long, even if you were properly rescued. He swiftly cuts the rest of the strings, sending you both hurtling towards the floor, him using himself as a cushion for your fall. Mark glances over from his clashing with Anti, smiling that sickly sweet charismatic smile at you.

You wanted to run, while Yancy was still stunned, while they were both distracted, but something kept you still, watching them duel it out over you. A comforting hand rests on your shoulder, Yancy now up, which turns into a harsher grip as you try and shift. There goes your one possible opportunity for escape.

“Just because ye cut ‘em down doesn’t mean ye won. T’ey’re still my poppet.” “That is where you are wrong, my dear friend. For the stage is mine, and so are they.”

The three of you are now surrounded with a ring of mannequins, Yancy, Murdoch, and Engi once again faceless humanoids made of cedar. Anti growls as Marvin, Jackieboy Man, and Chase are returned up to the rafters. The two never break eye contact with each other, the demon sneering as Mark smugly clicks his cane against the stage as he walks along the ring.

Wooden hands grab your arms, holding you still as Mark makes his way to you, cupping your face. Not to be outdone, Anti sprints at you, red strings tying themselves around your extremities again. You close your eyes, preparing yourself to be toyed with again, or to deal with another long while of them fighting over you. But nothing happens. Mark moves his hand from your face, but the mannequins let go, the strings lessening.

You open your eyes to see both of them standing back, sneering at you, or rather, behind you. The mannequins are gone, and you can’t help but recognize the familiar ringing from behind you.

“So sorry to be late, I didn’t want to be here. But now you have a proper villain! Maybe the two of you working together could finally beat me! Or maybe not. Regardless, now is not the time. I must take our darling hero home, make sure they’re properly taken care of. Who knows how long you both have been toying with them! Really, it’s awful manners.”

Anti growls and Mark huffs as a cold grey hand is placed upon your shoulder. Actually comforting. His ringing is kept low for you, his thumb offering a small amount of soothing.

“I’m sorry, my dear. For leaving you in there, I didn’t want to. She’s resting now, I’m here. I promise I will not hurt you.”

You had gotten pretty good at detecting lies after being around Mark and Anti so much, but as you looked into Dark’s eyes, you saw only genuine pain. The regret of abandoning you so long ago.

“And what makes you think that you can just take them? I need them to fulfill their scripts!” “Oi- we still haven’t decided if yer gettin’ t’em back at all!”

“I think my reasoning can be summed up in a few words: because I can, fuck you.”

The actor and demon lunge at the two of you as you sink into the void with Dark, a reassuring hold on you as you open your eyes again, in front of a house. It’s not the manor where you were trapped, no, a different one. It didn’t have the same edge as all of those scripts, all the puppet shows, no, this was real. He guides you slowly to the front door, where a familiar grin greets you.

“Youse really freed them! Youse did it!”

Yancy scoops you up into a hug, and you see the likes of every other ego you met in all those scripts. But they were here. Real. You cried into Yancy’s shoulder as he slowly put you down, Dark rubbing your back as you let out everything. Free from the scripts, the strings, the puppets, the mannequins. Everything. The stage was behind you, and you’re the author of your own life now. At home.

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baddoggylore · 7 months

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Henrik and anti got into a huge fight about being a test subject and left, it's raining it's cold anti hates his life.

When Seán introduced anti to dark and mark, anti Ah first hated him, Dark on the other hand felt antis emotions , and wanted to know more of him, so everyday Dark would offer to take him out on walks or just out of the house, even if anti tried to kill him, this went on for months, and when anti got drunk he was a mess crying glitching and just grabbed dark into a hug and falling down but dark picked him up and sat him on the bed letting him hug him

"Why can't you fuckin leave me for dead"

"Your full of yourself if you think you should always be a subject to tests..I'm your friend and I need you to be here, I'll always help you," - Dark

"I feckin hate you.."

"I will always love you no matter how you wanna see me" - Dark

These are Headcannons and this is how I'll be writing it in story with help of course stay tuned~

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yuckie-obsessive · 1 year

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TAKEN BY THE VOID Masterlist

Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye

Dimension hopping isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Discover some of the egos that are interested in your sudden appearance.

Reader is implied female. Probably a lil yandere later. This will be an ongoing series with varying uploads.

Please be patient if you decide to read. Very slow burn in the beginning. I will try to update links as I go.

18+ for violence, problematic behavior and gore mention (also the egos are very degrading so tread with caution pls). I do not endorse possessive behavior, please seek counseling if you are experiencing such occurrences. I only encourage indulgence in fictional situations, thank you.

Tw: Potential hurtful speech, swearing, yandere behavior, obsessive and possessive behavior, violence, kidnapping, threats with weapons, gore mentions, mental health talk and possibly more that I am currently forgetting.

Sfw only

Chapter list:

Act 1

Act 2 (ch.1)

(ch.2)

(ch.3)

#antisepticeye #anti #jacksepticeye egos #darkiplier #dark #markiplier egos #fanfic #darkiplier x reader x antisepticeye #darkiplier x reader #antisepticeye x reader #reader insert #x reader #kie writes #kie’s post #masterlist

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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━"Bad Bad Things"

━Tw: Mentions of murder, some flirty things

Being the leading personnel of a supernatural branch in the government is easier than it sounds.

HQ was home to (Y/n). No matter how much alien shit the universe threw at them, it was always sorted out into piles of paperwork by the end of the day.

But when two glitchy demons are thrown into the tattered brown chairs of their office, things get much more complicated for their pay grade.

No amount of training could have prepared (Y/n) for these two men.

━Notes: Welcome to part two of Sard Burys Himself In Work Becuase They Have To Stay Sane

━Song: "Killer In The Mirror" By Set It Off

Part One Part Two

They needed to stock up on Tylenol.

(Y/n) jotted the medicines name down on a small pad of paper, other words like milk and bread surrounding it with loopy handwriting. Metal rings from the top of the small notepad they were holding left indents in their palm as they cradled it, a pen being held in the grip of their other hand.

Walking down the dark halls of their workplace was always tedious, especially when trying to navigate and write at the same time. If (Y/n) didn't know any better they would have thought that the people who built this place wanted everyone to feel like their feet were dying by the end of the day with how big the area was. Thank god that they had the sense to ditch the tacky shoes that came with their daily uniform in exchange for a pair of slip on sneakers. Practical and comfy.

Turning yet another corner to a long hallway, (Y/n) was met with the sight of one of their coworkers by a stray water cooler.

Or should I say two.

"Hey Amanda. Teddy." (Y/n) nodded at them with a polite smile, watching as each separate head nodded back.

"Hello (Y/n)." The left head—more commonly known as Ted—greated back, his three eyes blinking cheerily at them. "How's the day been treating you?"

"Oh same old thing. A couple of demons that got ahead of themselves needed reprimanding."

"Good thing we have such a human as you to keep them in line then." Amanda chirped up, her 60's beehive hairdoo bouncing with the effort of her words. (Y/n) chuckled and put their grocery list away to fully look at them and engage in more small talk.

It wasn't unusual for the workplace to be filled with all types of species. Most were like (Y/n) and here to do their job. Which mostly consisted of keeping the universe from being overrun by corrupt creatures with an ego too big to contain.

Biding a small goodbye to the pair at the water jug, they continued the now shorter walk to their office. This time without the grocery list distracting them.

Their office was a small thing. The walls were filled with generic art that had already been hung before they had even started as an intern. Sometimes when they got bored (Y/n) would try to make out weird shapes and faces in the abstract paintings. Most of the time they just ended up seeing blotches of paint though.

Apart from the hotel-esqe decoration, there was a stout mahogany desk parallel to two old brown chairs. Piles of paper were scattered across the surface, pencils and pens stuck in a black coffee mug off to the side that read "Number One Badass". (It had been gifted to them by one of them coworkers Trenchble, the zortite looking very proud with itself as it had presented the cup to them one morning.)

It would have been a completely normally office if not for the blood like symbols engraved into the walls, glowing red and buzzing faintly with magic.

Safety you know?

(Y/n) shuddered as they remembered the day that the magic department had come in to enchant their office. They pittied those blokes. It was well known that they had to endure the worst job in the entire company. There was always a chance when you entered into the black magic district that you would walk out with more heads than before.

Or not walk out at all.

Maybe that was the reason that (Y/n) liked what they did. Pulling demons from all over the multiverse straight into the scratchy seats of their office to repremand them certainly wasn't safe, but they reckoned it could be worse. After all, who would have guessed that the hyper kid that ate mud in their younger years would go on to become a powerful sorcerer.

Shedding their light outer coat from the previous walk should have taken all but two seconds if not for the stubborn buttons lined right at the front of it. After struggling for a bit they just gave up, finally going to sit at their desk chair.

The air from the cushion on it let out a low hiss as they flopped down. Eyes closing with a sigh, they felt themself trying to fight off an incoming headache.

It had barely been a second since they sat down before they heard the distinct woosh of a scroll arriving on the wall of their office.

Peeking their eyes open with a small grumble, (Y/n) rolled the wheels of their chair over to the tube without even getting up. They silently cursed Texon from downstairs for interrupting their moment of peace, even if brief. He was the only satyr to still use the old tube system that snaked throughout the entire place instead of company mandated phones anyways, so it's not like they had to think twice about who sent them the scroll.

Two level five intelligence soon to be dropped off. Cause of disturbance is unknown. Hostile group at hand. You still owe me five dollars from poker night (Y/n)

They were pretty sure it was against policy to add personal notes to notice letters, but that wasn't their biggest concern right now. Instead it was the large number five staring back at them on the copy paper.

Well-

Shit.

(Y/n) had never dealt with a level five demon before. A two was the normality. Maybe a couple threes here and there, a rare four sprinkled in to keep them on their toes. But a five? The only other known five was Lucifer himself. And the king of demons hadn't caused any trouble since the dark ages. In fact (Y/n) recalled hearing something about the evil-doer being retired to the beaches of bora bora.

So who the fuck was out there trying to give them more headaches than usual.

The adult didn't have to wait long to find out, the familiar flash of purple and blue light blinking once before two people—er, demons—were standing at the front of their desk, weapons bared.

They were both the most human looking entities that (Y/n) had ever seen, although still sporting normal, demonic features.

Blue and red waves overlapped from one of them. The tingly feeling had caught (Y/n)s attention, knowing that normally the runes on the wall would prevent any sort of magic from occurring in there. But it seems like they both had missed the memo.

Could demons even receive emails where they come from?

(Y/n) shook their head. That wasn't what they should be focusing on right now. Instead it should be the supposedly high risk entities not but six feet away from them.

The man on the right was donning a crisp white suit, the color contrasting greatly with his messy pitch black hair. The same black color adorned his jawline as the beginning of a light beard peaked through. They could see muscles straining through the fabric he was wearing as well, causing (Y/n) to hope that he wouldnt be much trouble. They might be able to beat him with magic in here, but it was no secret that they didn't work out. At least not enough to overpower that.

His muscles were pulled tight, grey tinted skin tense, and they could see why. Just a couple feet away from him stood the other level five, living up to his title.

(Y/n) first noticed he had a shock of fluffy green hair, which threw them off a little at first. Peiricings littered his sharp ears, some of then catching the light from above and glinting. A small brown scruff lined his jawline, texture like sand paper. Along with that he wore a simple pair of tight fitting black jeans that were ripped at the knees and a black t-shirt, looking much more laid back than the other demon.

Who he was currently pointing a knife at.

"So it's gonna be one of those days huh."

(Y/n) almost regretted speaking as soon as the words had come out. Both of them immediently snapped their heads over to the sorcerer, making them itch to grab at the amber pendant at their neck.

Before any of them could say a word (Y/n) butt in.

"I wouldn't try anything if I were you. This whole place is covered in spells that prevent you from doing any harm. You couldn't glitch from there to the door even if you tried."

No one said anything.

"What are you just standing there for?" (Y/n) snapped, their mood switching from timid to impatient quickly. "You two are the main cause of my headache today and I want you out of here as soon as possible. So sit."

They pointed to the two chairs in front of them, both of the demons not moving their eyes from their face.

"Where, might I ask is, here."

Finally one of them spoke. It was the one in the suit, running his hands lightly over the material of the chair (Y/n) had pointed at, brushing off invisible dust from it before taking a poised seat.

The other one didn't let up from his defensive position. While he did walk over same as his fellow demon to sit down, the thin knife in his hands was still unsheathed.

"I would tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."

The corner of their mouths twitched upwards slightly. Like they found what they had just said amusing.

"Names?"

"Listen lass, we're not jus bout te give ye our na-"

"Names."

"Darkiplier and Antisepticeye." The one now known as Darkiplier spoke up. Anti gave him a glare, gripping the knife harder.

(Y/n) blinked once. Those names sounded extremely familiar.

They wanted to reach under their desk and move some things around to look for 'The Big Book Of Demons' (a large pamphlet that came with that job they never used) but they didn't trust themself to take their gaze off the two of them for one minute.

They opted for pulling a peice of paper over to themself, snatching up a stray pen to write down a few details.

First one—Darkiplier—appears to be a void demon. Calm. Collected. Perhaps a known deal maker. Emits magic even when surrounded by powerful runes. Second one—Antisepticeye—is irish (for some reason.) Visibly a glitch demon. Sporadic. Loud. Also emits magi-

"Darling you do know we can hear you."

Fuck had they been talking out loud again?

They chose to ignore Darks honeyed words as they walked over to the tube, quickly putting the fresh scroll inside it and sending it back down to Texon.

"Listen-" (Y/n) had gone back to their desk and sat down. "-you two are giving us some trouble. I could tell the moment you popped in here that your little scuffle was on the verge of ripping a hole in the space time continuum. And we don't need any more of those after a certain space crew."

The two across from them shared a look like they knew what they were talking about.

They didn't like that.

"Now I could either send the both of you to the I.R.S or we could do things the easy way."

Anti barked a laugh at their words.

"Ye really think ye coul' ovehrpower us doll?" He laughed again eyeing them up with a sharp smile. "Ye might be attractive bu' not enough te beat meh in a fight."

(Y/n)s eyes widened at the blunt compliment/insult combo the glitch had just thrown at them.

"Now now Anti. Let's hear what they have to say. This is certainly more entertaining then beating you in another meaningless fight." Dark laid a hand on Antis thigh, the monochrome man relishing in the way that he grinded his teeth together at it.

"Foine."

(Y/n) cooked an eyebrow at the exchange between the two men. That, er, interaction certainly was worth keeping a mental note on.

"It's simple. We, meaning me and a team of sorcerers that could destroy your physical form in a second if I ordered them to, keep tabs on you two to make sure you aren't interrupting the universes flow. If all is well you boys may carry on your merry way doing whatever the hell you do. And if not..."

They let the end of their sentence trail off into the air, an unsaid threat lingering in between them all.

They let themself revel in the silence watching as they both thought it over. Granted it was a bit unnerving to have two sets of eyes, one blood red and the other electric green, boring into their soul the entire time. But they certaintly had had worse. That scar on their calf didn't come from a paper cut after all.

"Deal." Darkipler agreed after a moment of silence. He stood up politely to outstretched his hand in a shaking motion. But (Y/n) pushed it down slowly with a snort, taking note of how cold his skin was. And how his touch lingered just a bit too long than concidered normal.

"I'm not shaking your hand. I might be 'just another pretty face' according to your accomplice over there, but I'm not completely brain dead.

"It's always worth a try. Clearly I mistook such a clever one as you for a fool." Dark said with a smirk, purring at them lowly. He took his hand back and adjusted the cuffs of his suit while watching them all the while.

They didn't like how their ears felt a little hot.

"And I'm noht his accomplice." Anti growled cutting into the silence. Dark just rolled his eyes like he had heard this a thousand times before. Which he probably had.

"That is all I need from you two." (Y/n) cleared their throat, crossing their arms to hide the goosebumps on their amrs that definitely hadnt been caused by the way Dark had been looking at them.

"If you wish, you may take the way out of here just across the hallway to the left. Hopefully for your sake we never meet again."

They both looked at them with chilling smiles.

"Thank you dear." Was all Dark had said before strolling calmly put the office door.

"It has been a pleasure."

The glass double doors opened for them on command, laying way for a cool summers night outside.

Despite every nerve in their body and thought in their head telling them to forget them and move on, (Y/n) couldn't. It wasn't everyday they dealt with level five demons, much less those with such... unique personalitys.

Anti was lighting. Quick, striking, erratic. When he entered a room it was like alarm bells went crazy in everyone's head, warning their primal instincts to run.

But Dark was more subtle. A poisoned drink almost. Slowly chipping away at you; sapping your strength untill there was barely anything left.

(Y/n) now knew why everyone there had been wary of the pairs presence. Even on their own, the two would be a force to be reckoned with. But together?

They were dangerous.

And it worried (Y/n) that they liked it.

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