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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.
a lil host doodle i did while changing my artstyle to something i feel more comfortable with < 3 no this isnt the stule either lmao
Hmm could you draw The Host? (Only if ya wanna)
ty for saving for saving me from boredom anon (●’◡’●)ﾉ
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
The Host
"You'd lose your mind trying to understand mine."
Your favourite markiplier ego 👀
Wilford! and the author, but yeah! I actually used to run a blog about my au versions of those two and more egos, wrote stories etc! It was fun but i’d get nobody interacting much so I quit, but I miss my boys.
I think Stephanie Meyer is just really good at writing horror scenarios, interesting side characters and amazing backgrounds and would be great at self inserts, but then she just goes and makes the self insert a blank main character that is stuck in a love whatever shape with some weird age gaps thrown into it.
Whenever I read her books as a teenager my overthinking brain just filled in all the blanks when it got to her main characters being bland, I just imagined them as beeing like I was with opinions and interests. And I always enjoyed all the worldbuilding she had in the Host and the other vampires aside from Edward with those fantastic background stories that sounded so interesting.
And as a teen I didn’t realize how bad the age gaps were, just because I felt so adult as a teen, that I figured it’s cool for a 26 year old guy to be hot for a 17 year old girl. If I see a 17 year old now I think: that’s a kid. But I guess the appeal as a teenager to have an older guy into you because he sees how adult you are, when everyone in the real world doesn’t is there and psychologically understandable. But it just does not hold up to me nowadays. If I wanted to read a self insert, I’d go and read a self insert not read Bella Swan making terrible life decisions and being cool with child grooming werewolfs or Melanie flashing Wanda with makeout sessions of her way too old boyfriend, that only doesn’t sleep with her because they don’t have birth control.
Jake Abel playing in The Host. I would totally be an alien who has taken possession of a young girl, trapped forever in a body that isn't mine, if it meant that he would fall in love with me. Okay... Maybe I'm overreacting. ... or MAYBE NOT ! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH ! *evil laugh*
Okey, I suppose that day, Jake Abel was just: "Fuck everything, I'll just pose for the photos." .... the fuck ? .____.
When I see that Jake Abel is becoming more and MORE sexy every time I look at him:
Oh it's this thing (ft. a smidgen of The Host lore)
My favourite book in a long time. I honestly wished Stephanie Meyer had published this book first before twilight. It might have done her reputation better. The line between what is considered right and what is considered wrong was left up to the reader. The entire concept of what makes someone human was put up for debate and it was beautiful. 🖤
Ok, I admit it. I put off reading The Host for a really long time. And honestly I was probably never going to read it, but a good friend who has excellent taste in books recommended it. And you know what? I actually liked it more than I was expecting.
Have any of you guys read The Host? What did you think of it?
YES RE READ TWICE. When reading this book everyone needs to set aside their opinions on twilight because this book is beautifully written and leaves the decision of what is right and what is wrong up to the reader. It puts the concept of what is means to be human up for debate and how sometimes it’s okay to be selfish. By then end the waterfalls are flowing 🖤💙🖤
ok so “the host” by stephenie meyer is actually my favourite book of all time and you should all definitely read it
yes the twilight books were basically garbage but the host is actually well written and the characters are amazing and i just love it so much i cry every time
“It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.” ― Stephenie Meyer, The Host 🖤💙🖤
Winged AU
Raven’s advice
Dark walked home to the house he shared with his, well friend to be honest. The Host, or Issac as he was better known was an interesting character both physically and personality wise. He was an radio host-cum-podcast creator who had a dry wit and sharp tongue. the only thing that hurt more than being hit by his cane was his insults, somehow creatively unique for each person.
Physically he was a few inches taller than dark, this infuriated the goshawk which normally made Issac chuckle. On his back where a pair of glossy black raven wings tucked tightly in, never used, not because they where clipped, the conspiracy revolution to got them rights to fly, claiming that they ate fruit and seeds too so they should be allowed to fly, but many protested. Issac was attacked by some teenagers with a knife when he was 16, causing him permanent blindness. This meant without help he was grounded.
Dark opened the door and heard the raven in his room just finishing recording a podcast. The podcasts and radio show where fairly popular with the grounded, as the Host interacted with them daily, finding relevant topics to them and their interests, hopes and dream, something many radio hosts failed to bring.
Dark walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass and filled it with water then taking a sip as he listened to the raven come down the stairs. He watched at the other man came through the door wearing a flannel and dark jeans.
“Dark” the mans soothing voice stated
“Host, how are you?”
“Good, but you sound off” the host’s head turned to the side in curiosity
Dark ignored the statement and continued drinking.
“Is it a good guess something happened?”
dark gave him a glare. Issac just smirked.
“i am right then, what was it,was it a-”
“Shut up Issac” Dark snapped grumpily, “I don’t ask about your personal life”
“That because you don’t care, i’m sure you would kill me if I talked about my love life with Edward” the man walked over to the fruit bowl and grabs a handful of grapes.
“If you are insinuating i like him your wrong” the goshawk frowned
“Hey, i wasn’t, don’t get your feathers in a ruffle. I was just saying if you-”
“I don’t” he snapped again
“IF you like them you should meet up with them, now I got a date with a handsome owl so I will be on my way” and with that he grabbed his beige trench coat and left to meet his boyfriend, a owl, Dr Edward Iplier, a pathologist who works with police to examine bodies from crime scenes.
Dark sighed after the raven left the room, and sat down at the table. How had a canary brought his day to such a halt?
The canary could really have anyone. He was a late time TV star after all. He was bright energetic and the complete opposite of him.
But opposites attract, right?
À̷͝b̴͏̷̶͏a̢̨͜͠͞ǹ̢͏d̴̴̢͜o̸̧͘n҉͏e͟͡d̸̴̛͢͢ ̶̨́͢b͟͡y͢͞͝͏̨ ̷͘͜͡G͢ǫ̷̧͟ḑ̕͠ ̷͠ Chapter 2, A deal with the Devil, Part 7, Set Aflame.
It was after he had woken up. He remembers what he taught him in times like these. He had taught him, when panic invades his mind, tearing him from within. Count down from five, and breathe.
Five things you See. Red. Red was all. Pink is what he was used to seeing, but after blinking away some of that dreadful red.
Breath.
He saw the black metal floor,
Blink,
A flashing blue and red light,
Blink,
A small figure in the distance, and something seemingly waving behind her. Her? Wha- No, his breathing sped up and he knew he had to focus, something he wasn’t exactly known for. That’s for sure.
Breath.
He saw wires scattered around him as if they had been torn apart in a fight.
Four things he can feel, What can he feel? Pain. His chest was set aflame as his life force flooded out of him. Drain his very existence. Speaking of it,
There was a wet feeling on his fingers and left the side of his chest. And as his body went cold,
Warmth came with the blood. Ah, that’s what the red meant.
Breath.
His head was stuffed with cotton, and all his thoughts were on him.
Breath.
Why?
Breath.
He felt guilt claw its way through what was left of his chest and up to his throat, leaving his lips as a sob. He almost heard his voice in his ears confronting his thoughts and chaos that was his soul. He had to focus.
Three things he could hear.
Approaching steps,
A terrible ringing,
Why?
His heartbeat.
Why?
Two things he could smell.
Nothing. the warmth of the earth slipped away to absolutely nothing, no, less than nothing.
Less than nothing is what his existence had become. He was worthless for not being able t…
His world became red,
WHY?
He was his fucking friend,m, he had done everything he could, it was not his fault for what happened! He did what he had too, It wasn’t his fault Host was a fucking unstable mess. It wasn’t his fault, iT WASNT HIS DAMN FAULT.
HOW. HOW COULD HE?!
His world flooded back in red as the fire in his chest changed to a different kind of destruction. Instead of it destroying him. It wanted to destroy the world around him. To tear it all apart and dance on the ashes and traitor who dared to say he didn’t have their best interest in mind. Wilford knows whats best.
How dare he?!
He felt his powers surged around him as reality was suddenly bending to him once more and ecstasy flooded through his veins. Finally. Finally. He was in control again. Finally. The world was his again. He took the strings of reality and bent everything around him to chaos. Not the pink chaos he was known for. But a strange monochrome that was familiar to another ego. He screamed. He screamed as loud as he could, in rage and agony and the disappearing guilt. And in the chaos and madness, he could almost hear Amy screams.
Abandoned by God Poems. The Host
That soft voice of yours has got me quite unnerved,
Given the situation.
But If I am honest,
I would say,
'Thank you",
And just stay with you til break of day.
Now If I said it not like a puzzle,
Not a riddle,
Just something simple.
Would you listen to my confession?
Or would you say,
I'm already faded?
And Gone.
The walls around me cave,
and beneath the surface,
I can sense the way,
But blotches of reality crash and burn,
Along with you, And I can hear you say-
Reaching out my hand,
Discovering the broken, shattered land.
Realizing,
There is no peaceful way to save us,
You think we would have learned the first time.
A patronizing
Smile twists and turns my mind,
Til I agree,
Violence is a must.
Red, Black, A touch of gold,
All smoothed out by the weight of the
darkened future,
Cold as the Midnight air,
I remember,
You never even cared.
Now did you?
The world bleeds and dies inside my chest
And this time,
It is them that's over,
The hue of neverending colors,
A Godsend,
voices,
Emotions,
A hurricane,
Tossing,
turning.
A blackened tunnel,
With only the credits at,
the end.
I know you like to be the healer,
But if you let me see her,
I'll close the final chapter of this story,
I'll change the ending
Now you don't have to worry so...
The pain I feel, Isn't because I'm no longer real,
Its because you faded long ago.