#Reporter ‘RJ’ Jim

[salad-of-potatoes]

Thinking so much about Yancy Murdoc and Eric being the kids of Marc and Celine (and William lolol) Yancy and Murdoc are twins, Marc’s bio kids Erics the youngest and William’s bio kid. Heavily based off of @ghiertor-the-gigapeen‘s family au, love their art pls go check em out After the murders Eric ends up in the hands of Edgar, who sells him to Derek. He promptly changes Eric’s name to Erek and gets him to work just like the other kids he gets from Ed. Yancy takes the fall for the murders after being hypnotized by Murdoc and ends up in prison. He was probably a teen, so ended up in juvey where he continued to act out, landing in Happy Trails after turning 18. I haven’t watched Space yet tbh so Murdoc does whatever he does lol Each of them being bio related to Celine, they each have supernatural-based powers of their own. Murdocs is hypnosis Yancys have something to do with his tattoos, maybe hes a Ceer too? But through his tattoos instead of getting proper visions. Erics haven’t popped up yet, and being combined with his potential to go mad like Wil? Who knows They eventually all live in The Iplier Manor™️. Yancy sees Dark as The Warden, as thats what hes used to. So sees Dark as a parental figure without even knowing hes technically his mom lol. Is represented by the DA (Whether they’re a ghost or mirror man- they’re around somewhere) in court when applying for parole and getting his name legally changed to Yancy! He still visits Happy Trails of course, and even works there as a guard after getting off parole while doing acting on the side. Murderslaughter is *very* proud of him. Erics figuring out legal stuff with the DA to be emancipated from Derek while take legal action against him and Ed Hes also in therapy- physical and mental- while dating Ayano! (Yandereplier) My mans getting his life together! He also goes skating with Wilford the Jims and Bing from time to time! I honestly don’t know much about Murdoc, so Murdoc fans feel free to leave what you think. Might add more if I get ideas!

#Markiplier Egos #Murdoc the Murderer #Yancy the Prisoner #Eric Derekson #Celine the Ceer #Marc Iplier #William J Barnum #The District Attorney #Darkiplier #Wilford Warfstache #Ayano the Yandere #Camera ‘CJ’ Jim #Reporter ‘RJ’ Jim #Derek Derekson #Ed Edgar #Ego Manor #Youtube Egos

[lvlpin]

i just think they're (+ off-screen wilford and abe) are friends - they're all super old /lh

#markiplier #markiplier fanart #darkiplier #reporter jim #cameraman jim #jim twins #markiplier egos #// #my art #RJ was supposed to have his mic but im Stupid and has to crop #due to composition </3 sorry yalls

[incorrectquoteswithegos]

Yan: Hey, can we go to McDonalds?

The Jims: (silently chanting Mcdonalds)

Dark: I'm making dinner at h-

Wilford, joining in the chant while driving: MCDONALDS MCDONALDS- *Hard left*

#incorrect ego quotes #incorrect quotes #iplier egos #source: unknown #darkstache #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #yandereplier #camera man jim #reporter jim #rj #cj #the jims #darkstache family dynamic

[you-are-watching-markipliertv]

ALRIGHT FRIENDS IM ONLY ON ANON CAUSE IM NOT ON MY ACTUAL ACCOUNT RN, IM HERE TO SCREAM ABOUT MY COLLECTION OF HEADCANONS FOR THE BOYS (YES HI ITS ARMEL IM FEELING THINGS ABOUT MY GUYS)

Host, this one's just obvious on who i am, BiAce Transmasc, probably somewhere closer to nobinary than trans male, but mans ain't lookin at THAT right now alright akdlfjasdkj (he/him mostly, but also uses ae/aer pronouns) Dark is genderfluid and pan, really just looked at gender/sexuality and went 'yeah all of it, all for me.' and y'know what ! love that for them ! (any pronouns, though usually based on what gender they currently are presenting as, though they is always a safe choice if you aren't sure) Anti is the EXACT opposite of Dark, bitch said No to gender, there is None in this bitch, agender, fucking ??? for sexuality, mans is a vibe, he don't know what's going on in there, but it's Something for sure. (he/him, but doesn't ? Actually care ? you could use any pronouns and he'd go 'yeah sure', just uses he/him mainly cause that's what everyone used for him. does have a fondness for glitch neos though) Bim ! is a fucking bisexual king and NO ONE can tell me otherwise, take ONE LOOK at him and tell me he's not, though he has a general preference for men. Mans is actually cis, but in the most gender nonconforming way a man could be cis, mans explored his gender and unlocked cis+ (he/him, though would accept they/them)

ADDS THE JIMS !!! BECAUSE WHY NOT IM HERE ALREADY CJ is cis aroace ! Mans said No. No thank you, I'm just here to be a camera man ! and that's a fuckin vibe (doesn't care about pronouns, so technically any, but usually he/him, same vibe as anti, people used those pronouns and CJ went 'yeah okay') RJ is agender aroace, mans went NOPE no thank, i'm good, I don't need ANY of that shit, I'm a reporter and I raise ducks thats IT (They/Them pronouns only, currently, but they are peaking into neopronouns and being like hm...... debating....)

ANYWAYS HI I LOVE YOU RUNS OFF INTO THE NIGHT

Aww! I love you too! /plat (I know who this is so gkdbsmsbdbdrn)

Everything here is Extremely valid 💟💟💟

#markiplier egos #markipliertv #markiplier tv #the ipliers #markiplier host #the host markiplier #markiplier the host #hostiplier #darkiplier #antisepticeye #bim trimmer #the jims #jim twins

[regalswhimsy]

Characters Guide

Regal's

Achorman Jim (AJ)

Actor (Marc)

Aiden

Bone-carver

Dark (Rose)

Deirdre

Demon dog

Dr.Plier (Therapist)

Entity (Erevacterr)

Fabric

Google (Alvis/Blaise/Cassius/Dante)

Gossamer

Illinois (Illi)

Mori (Annus/Death)

Oath

Primrose

Prophet (Robin)

Shilo

Yancy (Yance)

The Author/Host (Zachary)

The Necromancer (Milo)

Weatherman Jim (MJ)

Wisconsin (Connie)

More to come--

Disc's

Belladonna

Bim Trimmer (Bain)

Caleb

Calvin

Cameraman Jim (CJ)

Circus Master

Dark (DD)

Dr.Iplier (Isaac)

Eli

Ellingwood

Entity (Ahperikaar)

Illinois (Illo)

Memento (Unus/Time)

Micheal (Mikey)

Reporter Jim (RJ)

The Author (Author)

The Host (Host)

Venus

Yancy (Yanny)

Zariphyr

#Character guide

[fromthedeskof-darkiplier]

Okay the Jim's have said like five different stories about how you helped RJ with their gender, so what's your version of events there ? Because out of everyone, I think we all trust you to tell the closet version of the truth with it skdmammc

I don't recall doing much for them. I just kept consistent with referring to them as they/them, when they decided to first start using them.

It matters very little how well I get along with my co-workers -- if they tell me they're using a new name or new pronouns, then that's what I call them. I know firsthand how tedious it is getting people to do just that for me(it still happens, to my annoyance).

The Reporter wanted to be called they, I started calling them they. Not much else to it.

-D

#ask darkiplier #ask dark #darkiplier #jim twins #the jims #a jim by any other name

[egoheadcanons]

Everyone knows the Jims. Two sets of twins that are, oddly, all named the same. They run a news station and keep all the other egos updated on current events.

There are four Jims, the older twins who run Jim News, Anchorman Jim (AJ) and Weatherman Jim (WJ), then they have their younger brothers, the second set of Jims, who are their field reporters, Reporter Jim (RJ) and Cameraman Jim (CJ).

AJ and WJ are huge himbo thots, and RJ and CJ are sweet innocent babies. The older twins know exactly what they’re doing. They may be dumb, but, they’re lovable jerks.

On the other hand, RJ and CJ are soft, precious babies. They’re gentle and curious like a pair of inquisitive toddlers running around with a microphone and a studio camera.

Since they’re all named Jim, and their parents were named Jim (don’t ask), they just give everyone the name ‘Jim’ with some slight variation. It’s easier for them to remember.

Or maybe they don’t understand that there are other names in the world besides ‘Jim’... or they could just not care.

As a result, the younger Jims have given nicknames to all the other egos, even ones that aren’t living with them, such as the septic egos. The older set of twins don’t socialize much with the others, but, they are aware of the names.

These nicknames are the cause of some discourse and annoyance from the other egos, but most of the time they don’t care or they tolerate it because the Jims are family.

Some of the nicknames include Demon Jim, Candy Jim, Spooky Jim, Robot Jim, Bro-bot Jim, Bimmy Jim, Flower Jim, and Dreamy Jim, names for Darkiplier, Wilford, Host, Google, Bing, Bim, Eric, and Illinois respectively.

Sometimes the names change, as the Jims are too absentminded and forgetful to stick to one name in particular, and the more they like another ego, the more names they get.

For example, they also address Wilford as ‘Pink Jim’, or ‘Sugar Jim’, and Bim as ‘Boss Jim’.

The more egos that show up, the more names the Jims make up, which means the more confused they are about everything.

It’s okay, though, because everyone loves them anyway.

#jims #markiplier #aj #wj #rj #cj #anchorman jim #weatherman jim #reporter jim #cameraman jim #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #the host #googleplier #bingiplier #bim trimmer #eric derekson #illinois #wkm jims #who killed markiplier jim and jim #egoheadcanons

[glitch-in-the-code]

RJ: News breaks this week-

King: Oh no! Somebody fix it!

Bing: GRAB THE SCOTCH TAPE!

#reporter! jim #Rjim #RJ #bing #bingiplier #king #king of the squirrels #source: badvertising #queue

[vociferous-chaos]

The Jim Twins: We just got banned from Target for life.

Dark: How in the hell does one get banned from Target… for life?

RJ: Careful planning.

CJ: Boredom.

Both: And an overall disregard for social norms.

@doctordiscord123

#the jim twins #camera jim #reporter jim #CJ #RJ #Darkiplier #markiplier #incorrectegoquotes #incorrect ego quotes

[misted-daisies]

I made... a drawing... of reporter jim... and i feel like a disgrace to all but like this is amazing and im-

#fanart #markiplier egos #markiplier #egos #reporter jim #rj #jim twins #the jims #dummy thicc

[thetruequeenoftheabyss]

Can't have one Jim without the other! Here RJ ( Reporter Jim) with some delightful Tangle Slimes.

I think RJ would like the tangles due to their viney tendrils always reaching for food and plorts much like how he and his brother reach for the latest news scoop wherever they go.

#markiplier the jims #the jims markiplier #the jims #the jim twins #markiplier egos fanart #markiplier ego #markiplier egos #markiplier fanart #markiplier #iplier ego #iplier egos #slimes #slime rancher fanart #slime rancher #tangle slime

[salad-of-potatoes]

Yancy and Ayano make fun of the Jims by calling each other Yan.

Jim! Jim!

Yan! Yan!

#lmao I love them #this probably makes no sense #Camera ‘CJ’ Jim #Reporter ‘RJ’ Jim #yancy markiplier #Ayano the Yandere #markiplier egos

[septic-dr-schneep]

Whumptober #9: “Take Me Instead”

“Get your hands off him!” Reporter Jim screamed, flailing against restraining arms as Cameraman Jim was hurled against their attackers’ van door. His camera tumbled to the ground with a mighty crash, red light sputtering out.

“You took video evidence of a crime on September 25th!” their leader barked, snagging a fistful of CJ’s hair. CJ couldn’t find the voice to cry out, only gasping as his skull was slammed back against the van window. “Where is it?!”

“No! You got it all wrong; it was me!” RJ wasn’t sure where that idea came from, somewhere of irrational terror, but it did the trick. Their attention was on him now as he babbled frantically, “I took that video; I-I was the one behind the camera that day! Take me instead!”

#youtube #markiplier #jim markiplier #the jim twins #whump #whumptober2020 #no.9 #'take me instead'

[juju-on-that-yeet]

Invisible Things

@lamiasluck @m4delin here’s the yearning Eric fic I told you both about XD Thanks again Lamia (is that ok to call you? tell me if you have a preferred name asajafhjdsfs) for inspiring me to write it <3

Summary: There's only one person other than Bim who can tell the Jim Twins apart, and that person is Eric. Everyone wonders how he does it, but Eric would rather not admit the reason he's so good at finding the quiet differences between the Jims. Warnings: None. Characters: Eric, Reporter Jim, Cameraman Jim

Read on AO3

Enjoy!

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There are only two people in Ego Inc. who can, with complete accuracy, tell the difference between the Jim Twins.

Granted, it’s not that hard to do when the twins are in action. It’s easy to tell them apart when one is holding a microphone and the other a camera, or when one opens his mouth to speak and the other raises his hands. But the pair have made a game of sitting or standing together, still and silent, and seeing who can tell them apart. Bim used to be the only one who can confidently pinpoint which twin is which. Even the Googles are sometimes fooled, and even Dark, who knows the building and the egos like the back of his hand, cannot win when he deigns to play. There’s only two Jims, so the egos can guess correctly through dumb luck, but it’s always just that. Only Bim is certain.

And Eric.

Eric can’t say when he first started being able to tell the Jims apart. When he was new he was just as bad at it as everyone else. But as time went on, he began to see the differences without realizing. He started to look at the Jims as individuals, as Reporter Jim and Cameraman Jim, rather than a collective. And now, he can spot some minor, miniscule differences between them.

Hair.

CJ’s hair is a little fluffier than RJ’s, and RJ’s bangs sit just the slightest bit farther down his face than CJ’s. Neither twin ever does more with his hair than a quick brushing each morning, but CJ sometimes likes to mess with Bim’s hair gel just for fun. If he’s done it recently, the slight crunchy sheen of it is easy to spot.

Eyes.

Most of the egos’ eyes are some variant of brown, and the Jims’ eyes have some gold there that brightens both their gazes. CJ’s eyes have a little more gold in them than RJ’s, and RJ’s eyes are just a shade darker. Eric doesn’t use this metric often, though, because looking in their eyes too long makes his cheeks go pink.

Expressions.

Even their neutral resting faces have a spark of excitement and joy in them, but the underlying state of mind is different. They have the same amount of smile lines, but for different kinds of smiles. RJ holds back laughter, stifles snorts, resists the urge for big toothy grins. CJ hides soft smiles, tamps down giggles, tries not to duck his head and shield his happy face. RJ’s face is loud, is crackle-pop fireworks, and CJ’s is quiet, is puffy gray dandelions. Eric knows their faces when he tags along on their adventures, he knows the way their faces brighten, the way they laugh and encourage and talk him along. They wear their feelings on their sleeves, neither can hide a grin for very long. Eric always has to smile back, unable to help mirroring the twins’ infectious joy. Even when they struggle not to smile while Eric is trying to tell them apart, Eric can’t shut down his own grin. When he guesses right and they exclaim in surprise, when they finally let themselves laugh, Eric feels their warmth and basks.

Posture.

When the twins stand, RJ is a hair taller, standing more confidently than CJ. When they sit, CJ sits up straighter, and becomes the one who’s a tiny bit taller. They’re still a couple inches shorter than Eric, but they don’t look it. Eric often stands between them, bending shyly like a sunflower hidden in clouds, becoming just about their height. And things are nicer at their eye level, where Eric can sneak glances at the flecks of gold in their eyes, where he can retire behind them if things get too crazy or make him too anxious. Eric feels that a lot. The Jims have even dubbed him “Anxious Jim,” or AJ sometimes to be affectionate, and oh, that nickname always makes Eric turn pink. But the Jims are so full of confidence, and even if CJ doesn’t stand as ramrod straight as RJ, he has his own quiet self-assurance that he tries to give to Eric, and RJ does the same with his own boisterous devil-may-care attitude. Eric couldn’t match their enthusiasm if he tried, but he does try, and he can let himself explore alongside the Jims if he can stay sandwiched between them as they travel. And at some point in the outing, he’ll stand at his own full height, his eyes at the level of each Jim’s hair, and get to see breezes ruffle the dark strands around and through each other. CJ’s hair may look the slightest bit fluffier than RJ’s, but Eric doesn’t know if it feels that way, or how RJ’s hair feels to compare. He can imagine it, though, and let that be enough as he follows the Jims in their adventures.

Arms.

Their arms are skinny, almost no muscle at all. But not none, because they often lug around heavy filming equipment. Neither twin has more muscular arms than the other, or skinnier arms, or even longer arms. One might assume that their arms are the same, but they’re not, and Eric can see it clear as day. RJ’s arms are always more tense, spring-loaded, ready for action. CJ’s are just as ready to rise to carry things or begin to sign, but the energy is more simmering, less tight. RJ struggles not to shrug his shoulders and squirm when he’s made to sit still, and CJ sits calmly but ever-ready to jump up and go on an adventure. It’s the difference between a dog at the end of its leash, desperate to break loose and cause havoc, and a tiger sitting in the underbrush, waiting patiently for the right moment to strike. But those comparisons feel too harsh, too mean. The Jims aren’t fighting dogs or hungry tigers. Eric can feel the heat of kinetic energy, though, that excitement and drive to plunge ahead, when RJ flings an arm around his shoulders in camaraderie or when CJ gives him an arm to hold onto as they traverse rough terrain.

Sometimes they even hug Eric, one at a time or both at once, and Eric can’t think of anything he loves more. Their arms around him make his cheeks turn bright red, send him a-flutter with nervous giggles, but he always hugs back, always puts his own skinny, scrawny arms around them in turn. The fabric of their shirts, their heads on Eric’s shoulders, their laughter in his ears, their warmth against his chest. It’s the stuff of dreams, and Eric could spend forever savoring those moments, spend forever and day thinking about them when they’re over. Do the Jims know how much Eric loves their hugs? How perfectly warm, how tight without being crushing, how lovely it is to feel their friendship? Eric hopes they do, at least a little, at least enough to keep hugging him and not be deterred by Eric’s blush. But if they knew just how much Eric loves them, how much Eric longs for them when he compares their arms as they sit, how much he wants the Jims’ arms around him and squeezing, their fluffy hair tickling his cheeks, their rapid laughing breaths on his neck…Eric doubts they’d want to hug him at all.

Hands.

The first time RJ grabbed Eric’s arm to tug him along on an adventure, Eric had flinched and jumped back, and Eric knew that RJ could feel him start to tremble in the moment before he let go. Eric had been (still is) too used to the harshness of that gesture, to roughness, to being dragged after an angry Derek whose grip could be tight enough to bruise. And maybe RJ knew that, maybe that’s why he let go so fast and apologized so much. Maybe that’s why he never did it again, even though Eric never asked that of him. Eric remembers how RJ’s hands would hover, wanting to invite Eric along, wanting to touch, but not wanting to hurt. His hovering hands would usually land in Eric’s, long thin fingers and a warm palm around Eric’s own hand. The first time RJ did that, he was the one who jumped, complaining of how cold Eric’s hands are. Eric supposes that everyone’s hands are cold to the Jims, but especially his own, which always run cold like blocks of ice. No wonder his hands melt in RJ’s, no wonder his cheeks flush with heat. RJ is not so cautious anymore, he’ll grab Eric’s hand with fervor to pull him into an adventure. But Eric doesn’t mind it, he’ll gladly be tugged around by RJ’s warmth.

CJ doesn’t often grab or pull or tug. His cameras usually need two hands, and even if they didn’t, he needs two hands to sign. Eric could get lost in watching CJ’s delicate hands move around themselves in speech, and sometimes he has to ask CJ to repeat himself so he can actually take in CJ’s words. CJ will oblige with a cheeky smile, probably thinking that Eric simply didn’t pay attention the first time, or wasn’t able to comprehend the signs CJ used. But Eric is quite good at sign now, and the mistakes in understanding are because CJ’s hands are just too captivating. Even when CJ isn’t signing, when he’s adjusting a camera lens or wiping dirt off RJ’s cheek or pointing out an animal in the woods he’s about to film, his hands move gracefully and are as silent as the rest of him. Eric is in awe of that grace, in awe of those hands that can speak so loud without making a sound at all.

Eric learned ASL not long after he first showed up at Ego Inc. He was told it was required in order to understand CJ, who Eric learned rarely ever speaks with his voice. Both RJ and CJ taught Eric some rudimentary sign, and the three would sit in the Jims’ room and repeat the same words and the same sentences until Eric understood them every time. For most egos, the education ends there. Most can understand CJ when he signs but cannot sign back. But when Eric returned to the Jims later, asked to learn more and find out how to make his own fingers speak, the joy on both their faces was enough to power the sun, and Eric had gone pink to see such unabashed happiness. It was a time when such happiness was foreign to him still, when Derek still stomped through the halls of the building and only reluctantly let Eric free from his side to sign with the Jims in their room. Eric was never mute, but his words did sometimes fail him, and perhaps a part of him felt safer to know that his hands would be able to speak even if his mouth could not.

RJ signs quickly, his words run together without pause, much like the way he speaks. CJ is slower but still quick, his hands are still decisive, movements still sharp. Eric is slower than either of them, even now, but he did his best to mimic each word he was shown, each phrase that was demonstrated.

“Yes,” said RJ, turning his fist as though knocking on a door.

“No,” said CJ, pinching two fingers and a thumb together as though miming a closed mouth.

“Please,” said RJ, hand moving over his chest.

“More,” said CJ, fingers on each hand pinched and coming together.

“Stop,” said RJ, the edge of one hand coming against the other like a knife slicing vegetables.

“Maybe,” said CJ, palms flat and hands moving up and down in a familiar, wishy-washy kind of gesture.

“Be careful” is two closed fists with peace-sign fingers gently knocked together. “Excuse me” is the fingers of one hand curled and run across the other palm. “Help me” is a thumbs-up sitting atop a flat hand and brought towards the chest. “Thank you” is fingertips touching the chin and coming away forward - and starting no lower, as Eric found out when the act of starting the sign under his chin instead of on it sent the Jims into a laughing fit. Eric had been embarrassed, of course, but even then he loved the Jims’ laughter, and he hadn’t let it stop him from continuing to learn the ins and outs and careful turns of ASL. RJ and CJ were both encouraging, patient teachers, eager to find an ego who was interested in learning beyond the bare minimum.

One day, Derek was in a rage over a reason Eric can no longer remember, and at a loss, he’d fled to the Jims. Too terrified to speak, his shaky “help me” had sent CJ whisking him into the Jims’ bedroom closet to hide and RJ outside the door to tell Derek that no, he hadn’t seen Anxious Jim, why do you ask? Stuck together in the closet, CJ and Eric had spoken as quietly as they could, hands slow in the dark.

“Mean Jim,” CJ said sourly, tracing a “J” in the air with his pinkie and tapping the fingertip against his other palm once, then again at a new, tilted angle.

“Scared,” Eric said back, trembling hands spread open and moved in over his chest.

“You’re alright,” CJ said, pointing to Eric and knocking the edge of one hand against the flat palm of the other, flicking up twice. His expression was soft in the face of Eric’s fear. “Safe,” he added, making two fists and crossing them over each other at the wrist before pulling apart.

They’d stopped talking after that, because they’d heard Derek stomping into the room, either because he was too angry or RJ hadn’t been convincing enough. Eric had shivered against CJ’s chest, and CJ had used his hands to soothe instead of speak, rubbing Eric’s back to keep him calm and quiet. Just like RJ, CJ’s hands were warm like a hearth fire, but unlike RJ’s, were slow and calm when they went to take Eric’s hands, squeezing comfortingly and filling Eric’s palms with heat. Derek didn’t find them, and though the danger had passed, Eric hadn’t wanted to leave that quiet dark, hadn’t wanted to let go. The twins mistook it for residual fear and continued to soothe him, to coax him out of the closet with gentle touches.

RJ’s hands are gentle by choice, CJ’s hands are gentle by nature. That is the first hidden difference Eric ever noticed, and that was the moment Eric knew.

He learned how to sign “I love you” on his own, and he’s practiced it alone in his room countless times. Hands crossed over his chest before he points straight ahead, or one hand with pinkie, pointer, and thumb held up and shaking gently. He’s too afraid to use either one, and he doesn’t know when he won’t be.

“How on earth can you tell them apart??” asks an ego, incredulous, “They look exactly the same!”

The twins lean forward, just as shocked, but excited for an answer, similar-but-not-the-same smiles decorating their faces.

Eric can only shrug and try not to blush.

#eric derekson #jim twins #eric/jim twins #markiplier #markiplier fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #kristin says stuff #invisible things #i👏love👏these👏boys👏 #will def be writing more of them eventually ;3

[inkribbon796]

What We Do Best

Summary: A day where Jim, and Jim-like chaos reigns.

A/N: For the Jims birthday. There will be an egregious use of the word Jim. I’m sorry.

The Jims were simple Jims who loved but three things: being Jim, reporting the news, and chaos.

Some Jims were better at being Jim’s than others, which were just the facts.

Today, two of the best Jims were looking for the best news story, so they tailed Anti. A demon who had killed five different Jim’s trying to find the Jim that had split Lunky from King, but seemed to have gotten his most recent bloodlust for Jim hunting out of his system.

Today he was walking around a part of downtown Egoton, where he was in the wrong territory as usual, with Lunky and Mini. Lunky was in their 3D form and was supposed to be with Anti for “knife-appreciation” practice, Mini was not. The smaller android was nervous about being with Anti, but Lunky had made the older glitch demon promise not to hurt the android, or make him glitch up.

Anti chuckled, but he and Lunky swore on it. So Mini calmed down a little bit, but was still incredibly nervous.

The Jim’s followed Anti, sower of Jim-like chaos, for their next big story.

“Alright kids,” Anti smiled as they walked up to an outdoor café where there was a man in a pig mask over the top half of his face, with long braided pink hair. Several crows were hanging around the area. When the man saw Anti he trashed his drink and walked over to them. “This guy’s great.”

“Hey Anti, could we make this quick?” The masked man asked with an almost deadpan tone, a slight excited lilt to his voice. “I gotta go to my little sister’s dance recital and I gotta make sure I get a good seat so she can see me in the crowd.”

“Sure, sure,” Anti shrugged as he walked over. “Yer[1] usual?”

“Yeah,” he smiled before noticing Mini and Lunky. “What’s with the kids?”

“Ehh, I borrowed ‘em fer the day,”[2] Anti shrugged, ruffling Lunky’s hair. “My nephew got his soul split so I’m taking his spawnlin’[3] on a demon buildin’[4] field trip.”

The man in the pig mask knelt down to get a better look at Mini who ducked behind Lunky. The spawnling looked at Mini with a frown before glaring at the masked man and hissed at him.

“Is that a Google bot?” The masked man asked, his tone stiff. He slowly tracked his head up to look at Anti.

Mini had a minor spark of anxiety, his facial recognition couldn’t track the man or his mood very well.

“I am a Bing Mark 2 Extension,” Mini answered.

“A Bing, huh? Name’s Techno, kid, big fan of your old man’s work,” The masked man smiled, he promptly stood up and looked at Anti, “You got what I need, I got what you need.”

Anti smiled as his hand glitched and a large bag dripping with black gunk appeared in his hand. “Oooh yeah, big guy.”

Techno looked into the bag and gave a giddy chuckle, pulling out a skull, “Ohhh, yeah this is the good stuff.”

“Told you I can get fresher stuff than the last fooker, right? Anti grinned. “So yeh[5] got my shite[6]?”

Techno took out a small box out of his pocket and underhanded it to Anti. “Have fun, tell the world you got this from the Blade.”

Then Techno turned to look at the Jims who were not trying to stay hidden at all and were just recording everything they were doing.

“Hey Jims, want something?” The masked man called out, taking out an orb swirling with cyan and rot-green gas. Techno underhanded it to RJ, who thankfully caught it.

“We like Pig-Jim, he loves to make chaos,” RJ commented in excitement. Then he saw Lunky and gasped, “It’s the Squirrel Prince!”

Lunky let out an excited screech, still unable to summon one of his five knives he’d started getting from Anti and his uncles and aunt. Much to King’s relief because he kept them locked up at home.

At that moment, Mini got a message from Google, “Are you with Anti right now?”

“Yes.” Mini responded.

“Get away from him before he destroys your processors,” Google ordered in texts. “I’ll take care of him.”

“Uhhh, Mr. Anti, dude?” Mini asked.

“Ne’er, e’er call me that again,”[7] Anti demanded, acting like Mini had just insulted him. “It’s just Anti.”

“Oh, okay,” Mini corrected. “Anti, the main Google unit is coming to pick me up because I shouldn’t be with you.”

Techno and Anti looked at each other.

“How about no,” Techno decided.

“I know, Google’s such a buzz kill,” Anti tapped Lunky twice on the shoulder and the spawnling switched to 2D to climb up on his shoulders, and Anti began pushing Mini away. “Come on, let’s go ta yer other dads, they’re the fun ones.”[8]

“Anti!” Google shouted from some speaker somewhere. “Get your hands off that extension!”

Techno got in front of the camera as Anti grabbed Mini and Lunky and raced away. Google charged out of an electrical box and began chasing Anti.

“Glitch! Give me that extension!” Google demanded in an angry fury. The camera barely caught sight of the android racing behind Techno and heard his furious demand.

“Down with the cops!” Techno shouted over Google’s own demands. He took a vial and slammed it on the ground, smoke filling the air and obscuring vision. The anarchist was gone when the smoke cleared and what was in frame was Anti trying to play keep with an android and a demon spawnling as Google was trying to get Mini back into his drive so he could take him away from Anti.

So the Jims were left with an already loud and chaotic scene in front of them, and the orb in RJ’s hand.

RJ blinked and then tossed the orb onto the ground. The instant it hit the ground the orb burst open to look like a cage holding a cyan and rot-green energy and expanded ten times its size. There was a dull groan before a shambling, rotting corpse was spat out.

Lunky let out a confused screech, Anti made an excited cheer.

“Zombies!” Anti took out a set of knives.

Then a second one was spat out. And then a third. And a fourth.

Google made an angry hum, he and Mini immediately making notes on population growth. “The only thing worse than humans, are ones I have to kill twice.”

Mini sent warnings to Bing. Jackie already promised to race over with as many heroes as they could. All in all it only took ten minutes to get the zombie cage destroyed and anyone they’d bitten back to normal. By then fifty zombies had been created by the box and Logan immediately seized the object and any footage of it to determine how it was made.

Lunky and Mini were returned to the base.

The heroes found that the object was made and constructed from magic, from a gang the heroes had found magical trails from before.

Logan had been forced to concede defeat and that his expertise was ill-equipped to handle and handed the object over to Marvin and Roman for research.

Meanwhile the Jims were given a box in the dead of night with various cursed and enchanted trinkets insides. Objects that were meant to cause all sorts of trouble.

A gift the Jims very much enjoyed.

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Post N/A: Yes there will be more SMP members in the fic, I’m still getting caught up but that’s okay because I still have to choose what canon I’m going to choose like I had to do with the Egos, Septics, and Egos. Techno was just the easiest to include first.

Heads up: next week is going to be a long fic. Currently it sits at 13 chapters long. Do you guys want me to dump it all at once, or over two days, or do you want one half this week and the next half next week? Either way there will be a different fic with the next half of Friday’s fic if they come out the same day.

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Accessibility Translations

1. Your

2. Ehh, I borrowed them for the day

3. spawnling

4. building

5. you

6. shit

7. Never, ever call me that again,

8. Come on, let’s go to your other dads, they’re the fun ones.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #birthday post #Markiplier #Jacksepticeye #MCYT #Jim Twins #the Jims #Antisepticeye #Lunky #Mini Bing #Technoblade #Googleplier #Jim chaos #zombies #overprotective Google #babysitter Anti #knife appreciation day

[enapyen]

✨HELLO EVERYONE!✨

I have created a discord server for role playing the Markiplier Egos!

It’s called Markiplier Manor and it’s a 13+ discord server!

I, myself, am roleplaying Darkiplier! We already have Wilford, Google Blue, Annus, HEEHOO, Markiplier (since technically he’s a ego), Reporter Jim (RJ) & Camera-man Jim (CJ), Bim Trimmer, Actor Mark, Bingiplier, Eric Derekson, Illinois, Yandereiplier, The Host, and Yancy!

Here are the available ones at this moment (12/31/20):

GOOGLEiplier

~[-Red ]

~[-Green ]

~[-Yellow]

Dr.Iplier

Ed Edgar

Mark-bot

Shane Walsh

Hershel Greene

SCP M-A-R-K-I-P-L-I-E-R

Riddle Mark

King of Squirrels

Bill (From the werewolf skit 6 almost 7 years ago)

You can also make your own!

You can DM if you are interested! We would be glad to have you!

#markiplier wilford #markiplier egos #markiplier #the host #the host markiplier #yandereiplier #mark-bot markiplier #actor mark #who killed markiplier #a heist with markiplier #Bingiplier #googleiplier #google blue #google red #google green #google yellow #king of squirrels #bim trimmer #awhm yancy #yancy #illinois ahwm #ed edgar #the egos #markiplier manor #the jims #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #annus #unus annus #heehoo