Eric Derekson - Tumblr Posts

You awoke from your slumber, still drowsy and numb from your sleep. You roll over to face your boyfriend, his dark brown locks slightly falling on his face. His rounded glasses lay on the bedside table along with your guys’ phones and a small clock reading 8:41 AM.

You sigh softly, allowing your eyes to land back at your usually anxious boyfriend. He looked much calmer than he did awake, his brows weren't scrunched up, his lips weren't curved into his awkward smile, he looked calm. With everything he's been through, he deserves to be happy.

You stand up from the bed, pulling off the covers. You take a glance back to Eric, smiling softly, you lean down and give a soft kiss to his forehead.

You head into the bathroom attached to your guys’ bedroom and begin undressing to take a warm morning shower.

Eric stirred hearing the sound of running water, opening his eyes and adjusting to the light slipping through the curtains, he leaned up slowly. Glancing around, he took notice of a few things. 1) You were no longer in bed, meaning you were the one in the shower. 2) The clock read 8:57 AM. 3) The shower had just been turned off from the sound of it.

He laid back down, taking in a deep breath and letting his eyes gently fall back down. Eric has never felt so calm while being awake in his life, you had really made the poor boy happy.

He opened his eyes to the feeling of you jumping onto the bed. He looked over at you, smiling softly. You smiled as well, kissing Eric once more.

He deserves to be happy. . . .

*A/N: Sorry it's not that great, it's my first x-reader. Plus I'm not a good writer.*

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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 ^////^

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!”

Markiplier Egos LGBTQ+ Headcanons pt.2

a/n: Figured I'd share some more of these while we're still in June.

[part 1]

DR. IPLIER

(he/him)

Cis-male

Queer

THE HOST

(he/they)

Agender

Demiromantic Asexual / Pan

BIM TRIMMER

(he/him)

Cis-male

Gay

ERIC DEREKSON

(he/him)

Transmasc

Pansexual

YANDEREPLIER

(any pronouns)

Transfem / Non-binary

Pansexual [maybe demi-aroace??]

THE JIMS

(are individuals with their own separate and equally valid identit- just kidding, it's a hive mind.)

(no pronouns - jim/jim)

Jimgender

Jimsexual [unlabeled]

DAMIEN

(he/him)

Cis-male

Biromantic Demisexual

THE COLONEL

(he/him)

Cis-male

Pansexual

THIEFIPLIER (HEIST MARK)

(he/him)

Cis-male

Bisexual

ACTION HERO MARK

(he/him)

Cis-male

Pansexual

i’m not really in the ego fandom anymore so u can take all of this with a grain of salt but the way people infantilize eric is ungodly. he is allowed to be your baby and your shy bean but please for the love of everything do not reduce him to that. give him depth. give him nuance. do not JUST make him anxiety-ridden and naive and childlike. or if you’re gonna do that, do it with purpose

Chibi Eric 📦💛

Oh my gooOOOOOD, THIS IS BRILLIANT! Thank you!

Seeing that post with the dream about Mark getting a penguin made me remember how Eric Derekson's girlfriend was killed by penguins.

Thanks for reminding me to do that! And I’m sorry if I’m late, I didn’t expect to have anything in my inbox. Anyway, here it is! @chopinlovescupcakes

And because you reminded me, here’s a bonus Eric!

Enjoy!

Oh my gosh, thank you so much! ☆☆☆☆

Soft Eric Derekson moodboard for @chopinlovescupcakes!

:Iplier Ego's:

Redrew the edgy boys....

Okay, this idea just came into my head and now it's like a plague that haunts my mind.

Imagine

The "Ipliers" and the "jse"'s are somehow all in one meeting place, it's a very rare moment where they are all there to discuss business or something else that is extremely important. One of them had brought snacks for everyone else (probably one of the "jse"'s), and they knew how much Mark likes Talkies. So they brought enough for all of the "Ipliers", so while everyone is talking business. They are also eating, so you can imagine the look of disgust and horror at the sight of all of the "Ipliers" 'eating' Talkies in the most horrific way.

The "Ipliers" have no idea why they are freaking out, so while they are trying to communicate every few seconds you can hear/see a Talkie dropping to the table. At this point, the "jse"'s are practically in TEARS. They end up just giving the "Ipliers" whatever they wanted, just so they would STOP and go away.