The world has lived in darkness for over a hundred years since..he..has taken over. Humankind has been all but wiped out in the holocaust-like event leaving less than half the population to rebuild society. After the war, groups of humans began to come together to form the rebellion which grows stronger every day and spreads through..his..land.. (Y/n) is faced with the challenge of taking..him..down and restoring all of humanity to its former glory. (Darkiplier x Reader) #11 in #darkiplier (6/16/18) #1 in #darkiplier (6/26/18) #1 in #darkiplierxreader

A nearly 2 years after (Y/n) had fled the castle, the world had only grown worse. Die had now taken the throne after announcing the "Death" of King Darkiplier. The world mourned, but not for his death, for the torture they began to receive. King Die, the king of death, began spreading terror across the world making each and every living being suffer in one way or another. Though demon's were still favored, it was no longer about them, it was a new world order. But with the rise of new evil, comes the rise of new peace...Exponens resistentiae (Sequal to: Renegade) #1 - #evilyoutubers

Y/n has been told all about a certain video game going absolutely viral, absolutely everyone is talking about. Having enough of hearing so much about the game she decides to play it unleashing a little virus that causes more damage than anyone could believe. (Cover is done by AntiCeleste)

Am I giving up too quickly? My friends need me but.. my chest is so heavy I can't.. no.. won't get up. The darkness surrounds me, wrapping me in a comfortable blanket. I've given in, I know my friends need me but I don't think I can face reality anymore. Am I doing the right thing by leaving them? No, I know I'm not but how can I save my friends if I couldn't even save one? I let them get dragged away, even when I had the strength to get up and save them. Now my body is too heavy to do anything. My body has shut down completely, my mind and soul still live. I'm doing the right thing, they'll live.. I won't make it to see my friends in real life. I won't get to see them smile in person. I can't be their shoulder to lean on when things are tough, I can't be their shoulder to cry on when bad things happen. I can't be there to support them anymore, I can't lead them anymore. I can hear them. They cry out my name trying to wake me up. My soul smiles and I feel the final tear run down my physical body. This is for them. I'm doing the right thing. The darkness suddenly takes hold of me causing me to wake up and gasp in pain as it crawls through my veins. No.. no this.. this wasn't.. no, nonono.. I cry out, the burning feeling in my chest becoming unbearable. "You think I would ever EVER set you free?" The dark figures hand forces me to look up at him from my spot in the dark room as he grips me with his magic. He leans in close to whisper something in my ear. "You're stuck with me," I can see his black eyes, I will never forget them.. They were darker than anything that I had ever seen before. "Whether you or I like it or not."

Before him, I used to love being afraid. I wasn't your average girl; I played the most terrifying games, read the most riveting thrillers, and watched every horror film I could get my hands on. I was in love with the sheer exhilaration that fear afforded me; when I was afraid, I was alive. Of course, that's an easy hobby to have when you get your thrills from watching it happen to someone else. It was all fun and games when I was the one turning the pages, manipulating the controls, sitting at home wrapped in a blanket in front of a T.V. screen as I lived a nightmare vicariously through the characters. Being scared was fun because I knew none of it was real. There was a clear line between fantasy and reality. Turn off the T.V., close the book, quit the game, and I was in control again. I was safe, like always. I could walk away, laughing and alive. I used to love being afraid... Until it wasn't a game anymore. My name is Jericho Andromeda Winters, and this is my story.

I have always loved Markiplier. Hell, I have been subscribed since he first started. So when I got the chance to meet him, I knew my life would change. I just didn't know it would change for the worst. DISCLAIMER: •THERE WILL BE GORE. NOT JUST MENTIONS OF BLOOD, BUT BROKEN BONES, DEATH, AND OTHER HORRIBLE THINGS •SEXUAL THEMES. SUCH AS NUDITY AND THE SEX. •TRIGGER WARNINGS WILL BE PUT IN PLACE. SUICIDAL THEMES ARE ALSO IN HERE. •I AM LETTING YOU ALL KNOW THAT JUST BECAUSE DARKIPLIER IS FICTIONAL, I STILL DO NOT OWN HIM. DARKIPLIER IS MARKIPLIERS CREATION. I ONLY OWN THE CHARACTERS I MADE UP AND MOST OF THE PLOT. •MAJOR SPOILERS FOR WHO KILLED MARKIPLIER. DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU HAVE WATCHED IT. •ALSO VERY STRONG LANGUAGE. SUCH AS FRENCH. (not actually but please let me know if you laughed at that part) HIGHEST RANK: #2 in #markiplierfanfiction h a h a h a h a h a fuck

I've never been one for sob stories, which is why I hated what I used to be. Oh poor Cait, tortured by someone she thought she loved. Oh poor Cait, her soul got ripped out. No more poor Cait. That little drama queen is dead. The only one here is me. And I'm enjoying what I've become. I'm no longer weak, or scared. I feed on that now. I'm no longer a puppet. I'm in Control. •°•°•°•°•°•°• DISCLAIMER: SEXUAL THEMES LANGUAGE NUDITY TORTURE LOTS OF BLOOD READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Lily Moore is a 25 year old minor YouTuber. She is a huge fan of Jacksepticeye and lives close to him. She was out meeting some of her fans when she saw Jack out of the corner of her eye, and went to say hi. Thats when her life changed. "You look so perfect when you cry." DISCLAIMER: SEXUAL THEMES LANGUAGE NUDITY TORTURE MENTIONS OF SUICIDE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

My name is Atticus Antioch Solomon, brother of a Demon and kin to the snake. I destroyed the boy named Oliver Saul; only I and my power stand in his wake. I'm the master of my own destiny now, born to make the world shake and shatter at my fingertips. My name is Atticus Antioch Solomon, the Renegade. If you choose to stand against me and my brother... Death will be the only God that comes when you call.

Highest rank: #23 in adventure. Jericho and her friends, though mourning the loss of Virgil, are safe and out of immediate danger, with Fell and Anjali nowhere to be found. But the fallen one and the dark druid might not be the only things they have to worry about now, and they may not have each other to lean on this time. New threats loom on the horizon for Jericho, Dark, and the others; how will they fare?