for as long as I can remember I've always known I was alone. no one wants a Boy with cuts on their arms, bruns on their back and stomic, or with a wired powers. my mother left me at a orphanage when I was young. too young to remember, the owners hate me, I can't blame them. I've been to a lot of homes just to return to the house of boys. I only have three more months till I'm 13 and I need to get a REAL home before I get sent to a group home. but then a man came to save my life. characters do not belong to me the belong to Markiplier unless I say other wise. start date: January 13, 2019 finished:

I've wanted to write this for waaaaaaay too long. So here it is! (It also uses the same 100 prompts as my other book!) 2nd P.O.V. Y/N

this Instagram is for all the egos and markiplier and jacksepticeye this is a rp thing (THIS art is on the book is mostly not mine I'll draw some at some point)

A date with the man himself, Markiplier, gone completely wrong. Now, you are stuck with the demonic entity Dark who will stop at nothing to make you his and his only. Will you submit? Or will you rebel? started: June 3rd, 2019 finished: February 1st, 2021 #8 in wilford! #16 in wilfordwarfstache! #9 in googleplier! #12 in warfstache! #15 in darkiplierxreader!

I take requests! Has both the JSE and Markiplier egos

This is for all the simps that has fallen for Berlin (just like myself). Just some cute, freaky and lovely, short or long (mainly long) imagines. Enjoy!

(Y/N) is a single 24 year old woman who lives by herself. She has always been good friends with the one and only Markiplier. But lately, he's been...off. More aggressive. Angry. Irritable. Obsessive. Can she survive his Dark obsession? "Did you miss me?"

Antisepticeye x reader

Couldnt decide between them

It was dark and ominous. The wall you pressed yourself upon was cool and dank. A rancid smell reached your nostrils, making you gag. It was the stench of death. Something horribly wet and sticky dribbled down your back, gliding along your spine. You startle, reaching a hand back and swiping up some on your fingers. You bring them close to your face, squinting to see. It was a dark, crimson liquid, viscous like syrupy honey. In horror, you realize it was blood. You spin around and back up, discovering more of the life blood splattered over the wall, conveying a message. Terrified but unable to help your curiosity, you peer closely, trying to translate. We're coming for you. Almost there. "We're here." PS, all the art (unless I say so) belongs to me. *The cover is not mine!*