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50 Dialogue Prompts

“Why do you gotta look like that?”

“You've never had a hug before. . .?”

“Don't lick me ever again.”

“Get off of the light fixture!”

“You tried, and that's all that matters.”

“I'm sure they'll love you!”

“What if I hurt you?” (SFW ONLY!)

“Stop being sappy and kiss me already!”

“I’ve never been happier!”

“I won't hurt myself. . . I promise.”

“Hey! Wanna get lunch at uhhhh I don't know 2:45 AM tomorrow?!”

“You know you shouldn't be here, you loveable dumbass!”

“Hahaha I broke my leg lmao.”

“Everything will change one day, I promise.”

“Do you pinky promise?”

“OH UMM YOU LOOK. . . GREAT!”

“BABE IT’S BEEN. . . WHAT 6 MINUTES?”

“Where have you even been?”

“I live in the dump with the rat children.”

“It's been 100’s of years, dude.”

“HOW ARE EVEN ALIVE RIGHT NOW?”

“Listen here, buddy, I've been dancing with the devil for years now. Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“You don't remember me?”

“I didn't think you'd remember. . . but you're here now. To stay. . . right?”

“I'm scared of fireworks. . .”

“B-but. . . I. . . I killed you!”

“Why aren't you mad at me. . .”

“How on Earth did you get stuck in there?”

“I'm not going anywhere.”

“I think it tastes perfect.”

“Why do you doubt yourself so much? I think you're pretty wonderful.”

“I don't have parents. . .”

“I suppose you could sit in my lap until I'm done.”

“Pretend to be my boyfriend/girlfriend, just for a minute. Please.”

“. . . I just confessed my love for you and you really just responded ‘word’?”

“I literally only just met you and I already would kill everyone here and then myself, just for you.”

“Welcome back, how was that party?”

“Which one of you absolute TRASH PIECES forgot to throw the empty milk carton?!”

“Why is the body of christ on our doorstep?”

“What the fuck are you gay?”

“We've been dating for 2 years now.”

“Yo, I think my dick fell off.” (this one is a joke, but still its here. fuck u kori)

“I knew you said it would take a while but I didn't think five centuries!”

“Stop being in denial and just accept it.” (jkjk kori also wrote this one thx babe)

“Bro what are you doing in my shower, it's five in the morning.”

“Dude, if you're looking for what I think you're looking for, than you're digging the wrong grave.”

“BABE, HE’S COMING AFTER MEEE!”

“You got sent to prison, AGAIN. And you escaped, AGAIN?”

“I'm trying to watch the movie, stop trying to suck my dick.” (Male Reader ONLY)

“If you're gonna summon the dark forces, could you AT LEAST wait until AFTER the wedding?” (zac wrote this! hes just so good at writing prompts.)

thank you to my wonderful friends from discord for helping me with the last few. especially tate, kori, and zac. love you babes. i write for markiplier alter egos and jacksepticeye alter egos. i also write for danganronpa!^^

7 and 8 with The Host!

Request from Discord Friends

7. “But what if I hurt you?” 8. “Stop being sappy and kiss me already.”

The Host x Gender-Neutral! Reader From this list!

Your lips moved in sync with his, tongues already down each other’s throats. His hands were holding onto your hips as your arms were thrown around his neck. You two both were already topless and the air in the room was becoming steamy. You both pulled back for air.

“The Host is afraid. . .” He trailed off, seeming hesitant. You tilted your head in confusion. “Why? Is something wrong?” He breathed in shakily, “ The Host does know his strength, he knows how easy it would be to hurt (Y/N). . . However, The Host isn’t good at keeping his strength under control. He’s hurt people, accidentally in the past,” he pauses, “what if The Host hurts (Y/N)?” You stay silent for a minute, before chuckling lightly. Not at him, just at the idea that The Host, your partner for over a year now, would hurt you. Even if it was an accident. “Host. . . you know that would never happen. I trust you, and I know that you would never hurt me.” “The Host wishes to believe (Y/N), but he still can’t help but feel afraid for (Y/N) safety. The Host doesn’t say it alot but he really loves (Y/N) and can’t stand the thought of losing them.” That got to the blood rushing to your face, you glanced scoffing at his words. Even with your little act up, you were still smiling. Host was one the kindest people you’ve ever met, you don’t know what you would do without him. “Stop being sappy and kiss me already,” you ordered. 

And he complied.

Made by @MagicalPouch on Twitter!

Find them here!

I am do Markiplier Alter Egos! (except for Dr. Iplier and The DA sorry)

19 with Darkiplier and Child! Reader

Requested by @chatmeow9 ! I don’t know if this is exactly what you meant but I loved writing this. 

19. “I live in a dump with rat children.” From this prompt list! (!!PLATONIC!!)Darkiplier x Chaotic! Child! Reader 

You all knew Darkiplier would be showing the new Egos around today. Wilford knew Dark would be showing around the new Egos today.

But here you all were.

Dark sighed in annoyance and gripped the bridge of his nose at the mess in front of him. Of course Wilford would do something like this. Of course he would blame it on you.

The TV was broken, confetti and other messes of items scattered across the floor, a few pillows had been cut up with the stuffing ripped out, and in the middle of it all laid You. Dark was appalled at the thought that Wilford Warfstache, an immortal being 100’s of years old, would blame this mess on you, a child.

A new ego by the name of Illinois seemed to find this hilarious. The others not so much.

“I hate to, to be rude, but, but um, is this uh um normal? N-Not that I’m, I’m judging if it is!” Eric Derekson, a new ego with more than a million anxieties, stuttered out. Dark sighed once more.

“I live in a dump with rat people,” Dark huffed, already thinking about all the stuff he had to say to William. Speak of the Devil and he shall come. . .

“DAMIEN! THAT CHILD! UGH THE CHILD IS A MONSTER!” the TV host seemed to be slightly disheveled and afraid while pointing at the so-called ‘monster’. Dark couldn’t believe how low Wil has stooped. To blame his mess on a 6 year old. A 6 year old! “Wilford, are you seriously trying to blame this. . . on a CHILD?” Dark asked, exasperated at his ‘friend’. Wil, on the other hand, seemed shocked and slightly pouty.

“You’re blaming this on ME? Augh! Why, I’d never! That brat is a full on demon, Dark!” Dark gave Wil a look of full on surprise. So, he really was blaming this on a poor kid. Dark rolled his eyes. “Wilford, if this mess isn’t cleaned up by the time I get back downstairs, I will throw you out of the house without your gun for 2 months,’” he threatened the pink mustached man, before walking over to you and lifting you up. “Hey, (Y/N). Let’s go put you in your room for now, alright?” you nodded your head and smiled. The idea that you would even misplace a pillow seemed surprising.

“Wha-- Da--” Wil started before abruptly stopping when Dark had glared. Dark turned his back to the crazed reporter as Wil whined. Dark motioned for the new egos to follow before he began heading upstairs.

You looked at Wil and grinned evilly. He pouted as you stuck your tongue out at him mockingly.

Wilford would you get you back for this. Even if it was the last thing he ever does!

Enjoy my shit pen art. eric is baby ^////^

yes i referenced a base for some parts. but yea im on the left--

ya know itd be REALLLLL cool if someone sent an art ask bc i wanna draw but cant bc i have 0 inspiration in me rn

Hmm could you draw The Host? (Only if ya wanna)

ty for saving for saving me from boredom anon (●’◡’●)ﾉ

“Someone with anxiety falls in love with someone extremely adventurous.” Writing Prompt

Pairing: Eric Derekson x Gender-Neutral! (leaning towards female) Adventurous! Reader Requested: Nah

This was unexpected to say the least. . . . Eric nervously adjusted his rounded glasses, clearing his throat. He knew how low the chances of getting together with you was. You were so adventurous and out there. You spoke your mind and aren’t afraid of everyone. Eric, however, was shy and so introverted to the point he sometimes feared your loud and happy personality. The chances of you liking him were low in his mind. You carefully walked on the rocks by the river, a large grin on your face as Eric walked on the ground next to. Neither of you wanted him to walk on the walks with you, but for different reasons. You were afraid it’d mess up his prosthetics or he’d fall and get hurt, Eric was afraid of falling and embarrassing himself. You liked Eric a lot, he was nice to hang around and you found him pretty cute. He sometimes coward away from you, though, which understandable upset you. Have you done something wrong? Or was he afraid of you? You didn’t know and didn’t bother asking, afraid of the answer. “Um, (Y/N) is, is, that s-safe? Not, not judging you, o-of course!” Eric fumbled with his yellow cloth for a moment, he didn’t want to seem like he was judging you or your actions. He was just afraid of you falling in the river, the water was flowing awfully quickly after all. You giggled at him. He was always so cautious and sweet. You truly did love the boy.

“I’ll be fine, Eri! Don’t worry, I’m being more careful than usual!” You defended your action. You knew the consequences of falling into the river was nothing TOO BAD, after all you’ve fallen in before. You broke your arm and got a stern talking to from Dr. Iplier. And then, after leaving the clinic, Dark too. You knew they were just trying to protect you but god, can’t the Ipliers act like parents sometimes. Except for Wilford, he encouraged your behavior.

You noticed Eric still looked nervous and sighed softly. As much as you loved him, he could be overly tense. You couldn’t blame him, though. You knew he was just afraid of you facing the same fate as his brothers and mother. You always felt so saddened thinking about his past or the way his dad had treated him. You hated how Derek still was allowed to live with the other egos. You teased the idea of killing him multiple times, but never attempted knowing how much Eric cared about him. Derek was his only family left after all.

“Hey, Eric?” you asked, glancing over at him as you stopped walking. He flinched harshly, afraid you were upset with him by the seriousness in your voice. “Y-yes, (Y/N)?” He was shaking like a leaf, his hands twisting in his yellow cloth as he dared look you in the eyes. Eric had always become afraid when someone spoke seriously. You were no different. You looked behind you, across the river, before looking back at Eric. “Are you scared of me?”  You looked distressed, your eyebrows furrowed with a small frown on your face. He hated seeing you upset. “I. . . no, no, no, no! Not at all! It’s um it’s just. . . it’s just sometimes your um actions w-worry me and and and I get concerned f-for your safety. A-a-and I always get get um get scared when someone t-talks in in a serious t-tone towards t-towards me,” he told the truth, his hands squeezing and twisting his cloth. He didn’t want to upset you in anyway. You stepped off the rocks and stood in front of the shaky boy before reaching out and hugging him. He tensed for a second before hesitatingly hugging you back. He enjoyed being this close, he really did, but he was afraid of somehow making you upset or hurting you (which would never happen). “You know I really care about you, right Eric?” you spoke softly into his chest. He flushed, blushing up to his ears. He hesitated before nodding. Much to his disappointment, you pulled away, looking up at him. You had a soft blush on your face that made you look absolutely adorable. You leaned up, giving a soft peck on the cheek. His entire face went bright and he hid his face in his hands, not believing that you had just done that. You giggled.“Come on! Let’s go back and get some ice cream!”

i need some ask pls send them plss

Mayhaps 1B with Yancy or Darkiplier👁👁

we love some bad art 😌

Hey I’m the anon who sent in the yancy ask a while ago. Just wanted to make sure tumblr didn’t eat my message lol

ah it seem to of. could you resend it, yancy anon?

Hi yancy anon again! So basically it was yancy with an athletic s/o who makes him workout with them. And maybe they also play sports so they teach him and maybe some of the other egos how to play so they can help them practice

NSJKSCDJDHJSKMNS I DON’T WORKOUT SO THIS MIGHT SUCK SORRY ANON! AND ITS ALSO R E A L FUCKING SHORT, SORRY YANCY ANON!!~snail

Yancy loved you, he swear he does. But do you really have to wake him up so early? It’s 6:17 in the morning for fuck’s sake! It’s too early for a run.

“Come on, Yancy baby! Wilford and Google said they would run with me! Why won’t you?” you whined, pouting at the prisoner under the sheets.

“Listen heresa, I love youse, I really does. But I need my sleep, doll,” he grumbled while rolling on his stomach and putting a pillow over his head. Yancy normally would workout with you, but today he just wanted to sleep in for a few more hours. Is that too much to ask?

You pouted once more, before kneeling down next to the bed, poking at his shoulder repeatedly as he groaned in annoyance. “Come onnnnn, it's not gonna be a long run. Pleasssseeeee?” He sighed before removing the pillow and looking up at you.

“How about this? Youse go on your run, and when youse come back, I'll do some working out with ya, alright?” That made you grin, at least he would work out with you later. It's better then nothing, right? “Mmk! But you better be up and dressed when I get back, alright?” Yancy hums in response.

He hoped you'd be running for at least an hour or two.

ONCE AGAIN, SORRY ITS BAD IVE NEVER WORKED OUT ONCE IN MY LIFE-- ~snail

hi, snail here. im sorry to say that since school just started back for me, im not gonna be able to write that often(or it will be normal, since the "hybrid schedule" and all). unfortunately coming this new school year, i had to delete multiple of my stories and a good amount of apps as well (for space to download the apps i need for school).

that being said, ill try to post as often as possible but it will take forever to write now that i have school and hw and all that shit.

~snail, who's determined to pass this year

Wilford Warfstache x Mirror Demon! S/O Headcanons

(Mirror Demons are my own subspecies of ghosts. They have to be tricked into taking someone else's spot inside a mirror. In this case, S/O is the DA. Mirror Demons have skin shattered glass in any injuries, and their inside is just mirrors. They don't have organs or blood.. DA has shattered skin on his left eye, back, and stomach. Mirror Demons eyes are mirrors.They can travel in any reflective surface and disappear by their own freewill.)

The minute you get out of that mirror, you're on the prowl.

You wanted to find William. You wanted him dead.

Keyword: Wanted.

When you found him, and you realized that he could barely remember 7 minutes ago, everything changed.

Now, all you wanted was for him to remember.

To remember Mark, Damien, the party, to remember shooting you.

To remember you at all.

You met back up in a club he was dancing at.

You decided to approach him in his dressing room. Being a mirror demon needing to get into a narcissistic psychopath was super easy, all you had to do was travel into his mirror.

To say he was confused when he looked in the mirror and saw you instead of his own reflection was an understatement.

At first, you just thought he was playing dumb. Running from his own mistakes.

But when he began to attempt to guess your name, you realized that he couldn't remember you.

Couldn't remember what he did to you. What he did to everyone else.

So you stuck around.

Doing everything in your ability to make him remember.

It never worked.

Until you came out of the mirror one day.

You never came out of the mirror in front of him, always talking to him through reflective surfaces.

But when you did, it all came back to haunt him. He couldn't see the cracks on your stomach before.

However, the tear in your shirt allowed him to see all the cracking. To see his reflection, looking at him from his past mistakes.

He'd immediately say your name and start acting like you guys are true friends.

You were true friends.

And then he shot you.

You left and didn't come back for a few weeks and Wilford thought you would never come back.

And so, the cycle of Wilford forgetting you and you doing your damndest to get him to remember, started back again.

hey im back and im taking requests again. everything stays the same.

So on those requests, what can you do? Like nsfw or sfw? What kind of ships?

well i write mostly for danganronpa or markiplier alter egos. i dont really do ships, just reader things. im currently working on multiple gay and lesbian things tho. i do some nsfw, like the nsfw alphabet or nsfw headcanons. i also do all kinda of sfw. (not including p3dophilia, n3cr0philia, or b34stiality) i write for basically all characters/alters. minues haiji towa and the warriors of hope.

sorry if it takes me a long time to get posts out, guys. i just started pre-testing in school. thanks for the asks.

Masterlist?

i havent written anything in a long while (maybe i’ll get back to it soon) so this masterlist is small.

masterlist

markiplier egos

wilford warfstache w/ mirror demon s/o

yancy with an s/o that works out

eric derekson with an adventurous s/o

darkiplier with a child (writing prompt)

kissing the host (writing prompt)

waking up beside eric derekson

danganronpa

sakura oogami with an affectionate s/o

personal favorite danganronpa boys comforting a sad s/o

kokichi being found beaten up by a detective s/o

leon, mondo, kiyotaka, and kazuichi with an s/o who has a older sister

fuyuhiko, kazuichi, and nagito with an s/o that’s scared of storms

fluff with gundham tanaka

kaito momota escaping prison (shit post, writing prompt)

misc.

writing prompt list

POV: your demonic serial killer boyfriend kidnaps you and says he wants to "get to know you better"

that's it.

that's the route.

i hate that one of the medias that i care about the most is the cinematic stuff that markiplier makes.

who killed markiplier, heist, space, wilford mother loving warfstache, damien, fuck me even date is still incredibly important to me still. but since its a youtuber media i can’t tell people its that good without them just writing it off as “oh markiplier made something. cool.”

in space with markiplier is genuinely one of the most heart shattering experiences i’ve ever had for multiple reasons, most of which revolve around me growing up with his channel. BUT NOBODY ELSE WILL FEEL THE SAME WAY BECAUSE NOBODY ELSE IN MY FRIEND/FAMILY SPHERE IS AS INSANE AS I AM ABOUT THE LORE SO I AM TRAPPED IN A PADDED CELL WHERE EVERY WALL IS YANCY, ENGINEER, ACTOR AND DAMIEN