#blankgameplays x you

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Masterlist + DNIs

Green = Will do/Interact

Yellow = May not do/Thin ice

Red: Will not do/Do not Interact

I will do:

Markiplier egos

Jacksepticeye egos

X reader stories

Enemies to lovers

Monster/Royalty AUs (exg: Vampire Darkiplier x Royal fem reader)

Female Readers

Gender Neutral Readers

Male Readers

Limes

Interact:

Markiplier fans

Jacksepticeye fans

BATIM fans

FNAF fans

LGBTQ+ and/or allies

Crankgameplays fans

Natewantstobattle fans

Amyplier lovers (Mark x Amy)

Cat lovers

I might do:

FNAF x reader stories (Human characters only)

Smut

Yandere stuff

BATIM/BATDR stuff (Once again, only human characters please. If you want to fuck an ink monster then I'm making it human, somehow.)

Crankgameplays egos (I don't know much about his egos but I'll do my best to research about them)

Natewantstobattle egos (Same as the above)

Thin Ice:

People who kept complaining about the red eyes in the FNAF movie

MHA fans

Will NOT do under any circumstance:

Incest

Ships (egoxego)

Youtuber ships (Septiplier, crankiplier, whatever. Shipping real people is weird as fuck unless they're okay with it or are actually dating. Mark legit stopped collaborating with other youtubers for a while because people kept shipping him w them)

Pedophilia

Rape

Non-con

Dub-con

Abuse of any kind

DNI:

Religious people

Septiplier/Crankiplier shippers

Cat haters

People who like shotacons/lolicons

Proshippers

Racists

Homophobes

People who defend race-bending

Transphobes

Categories:

FANDOMS:

Markiplier egos:

Googleplier:

Beautiful (Yandere Googeplier x Gender Neutral reader || TW! IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful' || TW! IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION!)

Darkiplier:

Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None)

Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader || TW: Petrification)

Demonic charms, Part 1 (Darkiplier x female reader || TWs: None)

Welcome Home, PROLOGUE (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 1 (Darkiplier x reader)

Head Engineer Mark:

Confident (Head Engineer Mark x reader)

Yancy:

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Actor Mark:

Do it for me~? (Actor Mark x GN reader || TWs: None)

Annus:

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Bingiplier:

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The God of Night:

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The Necromancer:

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Cool Patrol Mark:

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Septic Egos

Antisepticeye:

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Jameson Jackson:

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Chase Brody:

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Shawn Flynn:

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Jackieboyman:

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Marvin the magnificent:

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Robbie the zombie:

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Crankgameplays egos

Blankgameplays:

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Unus:

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Mad Mike:

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Winx Club:

Binded by Shadows (Ch1,Pt1)

I think that should be it for fandoms and characters. I'll add more to this in the future.

[zoe-septic98]

Shows/Cartoons

Supernatural

Big Time Rush

Danny Phantom

Once Upon a Time

Ninjago

Teen Wolf

Anime

Naruto (Shippuden)

Boruto

The Seven Deadly Sins

Black Butler

Pokémon

Diabolik Lovers

Yugioh

Vampire Knight

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Games

Final fantasy 16

Five Nights at Freddy’s (all of them)

Movies

The Greatest Showman

Marvel

Pirates of the Caribbean

Fast and the Furious (all of the movies)

How To Train Your Dragon (1, 2 and 3)

The Maze Runner (1,2 and 3)

Avatar 1 and Avatar: The Way of Water (James Cameron version)

Youtube

Jacksepticeye/egos

Markiplier/egos

Crankgameplays/Blankgameplays

Natewantstobattle/Natemare

Sam and Colby

Non fandom

Male vampire x female human

Soldier x badly injured/kidnapped civilian

Adoption (it can be added to the fandom rps)

Bxg

Gxg

Werewolf x human

Yandere doctor x patient

Incubus x human

Celebrity crushes (they can evil supernatural creatures but it depends on how you want to do)

[mysterytickingegos]

Ouija Board

Pairing: Ghost!Blank x Reader (Ambiguous)

Genre: Paranormal

Word Count: 1,512

Summary: Sequel to Blank’s Winter Ficlet. After months of Blank poking at your sanity out of boredom, you bring your friends home to get their help, and someone brings a Ouija board into the mix. The day ends with you being left with more questions than answers. (There will probably be another part to this later.)

Anonymous Request: 1. Blankgameplays 2. she/her 3. Platonic/ambiguous 4. Fluff (meet cute, like Blanky Boi is 'haunting' {would you call it haunting? is he even a ghost?} reader's house) Prompt: 63 - Reader: “I don’t believe in ghosts.” Blank: *about to ruin this mans whole career* Please and thank you with extra sprinkles on top ♥ ☆ﾟ.*♥･｡ﾟ♥

Authors Note: First off, to get it out of the way, I was originally using a gif from the tumblr search option, and I removed it when asked. Even though I’ve done so, I can’t remove the reply because they blocked me before I even saw the notification. The gif you should be seeing (if it matches the image description) is one I made myself. Now, onto the important stuff- Oh my god, it is about time I got this done! I’m so sorry it took this long for me to get to it! If it helps in any way I finished this fic with idea’s on continuing it later so...you’ll probably be getting more out of your request than most!

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[Image Description: A gif of Ethan (Crankgameplays) edited to be spooky with multicolored layers. He leans towards the camera and speaks ominously.]

You’d started out with nerves of steel.

Ghosts weren’t real. You knew that.

It’s an old house, and you have an overactive imagination. That’s what you told yourself, over and over again, even once it stopped making sense. But there’s only so many times you can catch things moving on their own, or you could hear that distant voice, before you started to get a little tense. So when you finally hit your limit, you turned to your friends, bringing them to the house in the hopes that they could confirm what you’d been seeing. Or not.

“Okay, before we go in, here’s the plan. We don’t talk about it.” You started, keeping Vi and Eric on the stairs. “Because I think if it knows that I told you about it, it won’t do anything. Like, try to make me look crazy.”

“You do look a little crazy right now.” Violet quipped, nudging you further up the stairs. “Come on, we get it. Act normal, pay attention, let’s get ghost hunting.”

“Ugh, please don’t call it that.” You unlocked the front door, stepping in with your friends following right behind you.

You tossed your keys onto the counter, and the sudden noise was all it took to make Eric yelp. You and Violet both turned to look at him, seeing him cover his face with his hand. “Sorry...”

You sighed, already close to giving up on this plan. You were pretty sure the so-called ghost didn’t even have to do anything. Eric was so nervous and Violet was so excited about this whole thing that they’d probably make up their own ghost story by the time you finished painting the office.

But you trudged forward, bringing them upstairs and getting to work.

You dug your speaker out of the closet, putting some decent music on and leaving it in the corner of the room. Eric pried the paint can open and Violet started lining the room with painting tape. For the first time in a long time, you were all stuck in an uncomfortable silence. waiting for something to happen.

But the day went off without a hitch. It was late in the evening when you finished painting the walls and your friends got ready to leave. “You know, if this was your way of trying to get free labor out of us, fair play to you.” Vi joked, slinging her bag over her shoulders at the door. “But honestly, I’m kind of bummed.”

You shook your head. “I swear I wasn’t, guys. I’m sorry. God, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Eric came up behind you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey it’s alright, you can- well I mean if you want you can stay with us for-”

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a small thud and a clattering sound coming from the room right above you, the office. All three of you looked up at the ceiling, then at each other, before making a quick pace back upstairs. You flicked the light back on to see that the half-empty bucket of paint you’d left was now on it’s side, and the color of the floor now matched the walls.

“...Dude, this thing is an asshole.” Vi said bluntly, earning a quiet plea from Eric not to make it mad.

“I knew it! I told you! There’s no way this shit just happens, right?” Despite the fact your floor was ruined, you couldn’t help but get excited. “I mean it’s ridiculous but this happens all the time.”

“Okay, this is going to get even cooler, beeecause...” Vi grinned, pulling her bag back around and digging through it until she found what she was looking for, something wrapped in a beige cloth. “Guess what I brought.”

You watched her unwrap what turned out to be a planchette, which had been wrapped in what turned out to be a cloth Ouija board. Eric coughed nervously, taking a small step back towards the stairs, “I actually uh..I can’t stay, I sort of have a-a doctors appointment! Yeah, that. That’s what I have to get to.”

“It’s seven at night.”

“Yeah, um...it’s therapy. You know, they stay open late and...yeah.” And with that Eric excused himself from any further ‘ghost hunting,’ fleeing out the front door. Before you could also object to the idea of talking to the ghost, Vi grabbed your hand and pulled you along to the living room.

“Do you have any candles?” She asked, kneeling down on the floor and spreading out the Ouija board.

“I have a couple scented candles we could light, I guess...” You shrugged and went around collecting them. You started to say something more but stopped to rethink it. This was ridiculous. Lighting candles for a ouijia board? Acknowledging any of this ghost nonsense felt silly enough to you, just a couple months ago stuff like this was all a big joke to you. But what other explanation could there be for everything you had experienced? Maybe you should have done a bit more research, set up a camera or-

“Y/n?” Vi called out from the floor, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Swallowing your pride, you brought the candles and a matchbox over and kneeled across from her. “So since when are you interested in all this, anyway?”

“What, ghosts and stuff?” She stayed quiet for a moment as she helped you set the candles up on either side of the two of you. “I dunno, I guess I’m just starting to notice that maybe...things aren’t as they seem. Kind of like you. But I actually find it fun. So, are you ready to do this?”

You nodded. “I guess so...” Placing your fingers on the planchette, you took a deep breathe before you started. “Hello?”

“Hello? That’s all you’ve got?”

“Shush.”

“I’m just saying, maybe-” “It’s my house that’s haunted so-”

HELLO

You both fell silent again, glancing up at each other. She looked like she might explode from excitement and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes. Then, you kept going. “My name is Y/n, this is my friend Violet.”

I  K N O W

“What’s your name?”

The planchette began to move again, but this time rather than settle on any letters or even move towards ‘No,’ it moved to a blank patch of the cloth.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you waited for any movement, but it didn’t come. “Do you have a name?”

D O  N O T  R E M E M B E R

‘Oh.’ You felt a pang in your heart at that.

Vi pouted a little, her head tilting to the side. She was the next to ask something. “What are you?”

G H O S T

“Alright-”

M A Y B E

“...Maybe?”

D O  N O T  R E M E M B E R

Chills ran down your spine. That was not a comforting thought. “Is there anything else in the house with us?”

NO

“You’ve really been scaring my friend, you know.” Vi said, looking cautiously around the room as she spoke.

I  K N O W

It took everything you had to keep your shaking hands on the planchette. “Do you want me to leave?”

Nothing happened. You waited, your heart pounding out of your chest. The sun had officially set, making the house pitch black aside from your little pocket of candlelight. You could almost make out a shadow over the board, it’s source seemingly coming from behind you. You didn’t dare mention it. “Do you want to be alone here again? Because I’d understand that.”

Even more dead silence.

Violet let out a sharp sigh, taking one hand off the planchette, despite your objection, to rub her temple. “Are you still there?”

YES

“I just want to understand why you’re doing this.” You said, much quieter than you meant.

S O R R Y

“You’re sorry?”

S T A Y

“But...what?”

You and Violet sat there for another thirty minutes, asking questions and waiting for answers that never came. The spirit was apparently done talking. “Alright, well...” Violet stood up, putting her bag back on.

“What? Wait, I don’t get any of this. What do I do?” You began to panic, not entirely sure if you should be leaving the board yet.

“You can have the board, keep trying tomorrow, I don’t know. Look-” Her tone was coming off uncharacteristically harsh now, as she avoided your eyes. “My head is splitting, think it’s all the candle fumes. I’m gonna breeze off, good luck though.”

You squinted at the door when it hit you what she said. "Breeze off?” Shaking it off, you turned your attention back to your unusual roommate. “Okay, I’m going to call it a night I guess. I have paint to clean up so,” You moved the planchette to ‘Goodbye,’ taking your hands off and being seconds away from blowing out the candles when it moved all on it’s own.

G O O D N I G H T

[fernisworm]

Maybe a fluffy Blankgameplays x reader writing please? And thank you if you do write it 💕

[an;

Aaaah tysm for requesting!! I’ve never personally written for Blank before but I love him as a character and introduced him as a main villain in my “Shadows Lurk” story!

I loved writing this for you, and although it’s a tad angsty I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :D ♡♡

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❀ Oneshot name: “Haunted”

❀ Characters: BlankGamePlays x Reader

❀ Warnings: a grain of angst from our ball of anxiety ✨Blank✨

✿ You can find all my stories here!

✿ My requests guide is here! (And you can place a request here!)

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“Blank, you can come out now,” (Y/n) sang quietly, closing the door before moving to sit on her bed. After a moment a figure began to materialise from the shadows, and soon a man stood before her.

“Are you sure they’re all asleep?” he asked anxiously, inching out of the darkness and into the dim light of the room.

“Yes, I’m sure. My roommates are heavy sleepers, I’ve told you this before.” She tried not to laugh at Blank’s cautiousness, worried she might upset him.

Blank sighed, sitting down at the other edge of (Y/n)’s bed. “If you say so.”

(Y/n) had been meeting with Blank in the dead of night for a while now; it turned out he was some kind of demon haunting the house. Surely she’d be freaked out that he was a demon, right? At first, she was. But it didn’t take (Y/n) long to realise that Blank was just lonely.

“What did you get up to today?” (Y/n) asked him, moving and positioning pillows around herself. Blank tried not to laugh at her question.

“Nothing, as per usual. I don’t get up to much when you aren’t around,” He explained.

“Do you ever do anything when I’m gone?” she asked.

“I wait for you to come back,” Blank said, and (Y/n) snickered at his response.

“Okay then, Miss Judgey-Pants, what did you get up to today?” Blank challenged her.

“Well, I went to work, as usual, and Kasey was being a bitch again… god, I don’t know why they don’t just fire her, she’s so useless!” (Y/n) began to ramble.

In all honesty, it was one of the things Blank loved about her. The way she could so seamlessly ramble for hours on end. Blank rested his head on his palm, watching as (Y/n) illustrated her point with various hand-motions.

“…but it’s not any different to what I usually tell you, anyway.” (Y/n) finished, noticing Blank’s dreamy expression despite his colourless eyes. “What is it?” she asked him.

“Nothing,” he sat up suddenly, seemingly snapped from his daze.

“Sorry, I was rambling again…” (Y/n) apologised, laughing nervously.

“It’s alright,” Blank comforted her. “I don’t mind at all. I love hearing about your day.” He offered her a warm smile.

“Well, I’m glad someone does.” She smiled back.

“Are you tired yet?” Blank asked somewhat suddenly. “You can go to sleep if you want.” (Y/n) had made a nasty habit of staying up late just so that she could talk to Blank, and he felt bad that she had been going to work tired the past few days because of it.

“Of course not,” (Y/n) suppressed an inopportune yawn. “I’m fine, Blank. What else did you want to talk about?”

Suddenly a black inky goo began to seep from the corner of Blank’s eye, and (Y/n) scrambled for the handkerchief in her pocket- god knows she never used it, and she kept it around more for Blank than anything. She handed the cloth to him and he took it gratefully.

“Thanks,” he said, wiping his eyes.

This happened a lot with Blank, and for no particular reason, either. His eyes would just spontaneously “leak”, crying even if he wasn’t sad. (Y/n) had gotten used to it by now and it barely surprised her anymore.

She supposed it had to do with his odd eyes; they were both black, you see, but not just the irises. Blank had no irises or sclera, only a dark void where his eyes were meant to be.

(Y/n) was unable to explain it, and most times it seemed as if Blank had no idea why they were like that either. He could still see perfectly; his eyes were just afflicted with an unusual appearance. (Y/n) thought it was quite wonderful.

“Mason saw you last night, Blank,” (Y/n) sat back.

Blank’s eyes widened at the mention of her roommate. “He did?”

(Y/n) nodded. “He said he saw a shadow lurking around the kitchen and I instantly knew it was you. I told him he’s a wimp and he shut up about it, so no need to worry. What were you doing, anyway?” she asked him.

Blank shrugged, turning away.

“Blank?” (Y/n) leaned forward, a little concerned now. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, I… I tried to get out,” he trailed off but continued again before (Y/n) could respond. Blank turned back to her. “But I couldn’t, (Y/n). I still can’t leave.”

Another black, inky tear began to well in one of Blank’s eyes, but (Y/n) knew that this time it wasn’t on accident.

Blank had been in this house since well before (Y/n) had moved in; it took her a few months before she found him, but she remembered Blank telling her that he’d always been there. (Y/n) wasn’t exactly sure how long Blank had lived in the house before her arrival, but one of the first things he told her was that he cannot leave.

It was ironic, in a sense. The house was haunted; but (Y/n) didn’t see it that way at all. She was glad for Blank’s company, and she was glad to have met him. She knew that Blank felt much the same.

“Why were you trying to leave?” she asked impulsively, immediately realising how insensitive her comment was.

It took Blank a few moments to place his words; as if he were gearing up for something. “Listen, (Y/n)…” Blank looked away again. He was acting stranger than usual, so (Y/n) knew that whatever he was about to say was important.

“I know we’ve been talking and meeting for several months now, but… I wish I could… go somewhere else.” He glanced back to her. “…With you.”

(Y/n) wasn’t quite sure what to say, so she didn’t say anything. She simply waited for Blank to get everything off his chest.

“I love when we talk, I do more than anyone, but I feel… bad about it,” Blank said.

“Why’s that?” (Y/n) felt her heart ache for a moment. “Did I do something wrong?”

Blank looked as if he were panicked now. “No, no of course not! Argh…” he facepalmed in what seemed to be frustration, muttering to himself. “I knew I’d mess this up…”

“Mess what up, Blank?” (Y/n) would be lying if she said she wasn’t worried about him now.

“Us, (Y/n).” Blank faced her fully now. “I don’t want to mess up what we have- I want to be with you for the rest of my life,” he began to tear up again.

“Blank, I want that too,” she smiled warmly, reaching over to hold his hand. Blank smiled too for a moment, before pulling his hand away from (Y/n)’s.

“I love you so much, (Y/n), and that’s why I don’t want to be with you.” He sounded remorseful.

“W-what?” (Y/n) tried to bite back her tears, confused by Blank’s words and hoping she was just misunderstanding him.

“I want you to be with someone who can take you to nice places to do nice things- I can’t leave this house, and as far as I’m concerned it’s always going to be that way. I don’t want you to waste your life in this building alongside me.”

It looked as if it crushed Blank to admit all of this to her. (Y/n) began to laugh quietly, wiping the tears from her face. Blank’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. For a moment he feared (Y/n) had lost it.

“I don’t care if I have to stay in this house- if I have to be confined to this very room- as long as I’ve got you I don’t care where the hell I am! I thought that would have been obvious by now.”

She scooted closer to Blank, resting her hand against the side of his face. “I love you, Blank. And if you’re really so hung up on this house thing I’m sure we can figure out a way to let you leave. Otherwise, we can evict Mason.”

Blank laughed, resting his hand on top of hers. “You can’t do that.”

“Why not? We can haunt him out of here!”

They both began to laugh before Blank removed (Y/n)’s hand from his face, now holding it in both of his hands.

“Does it really not bother you that I’m a demon? Or that you’ll never be able to see me outside the walls of this house?” he asked her rather solemnly.

“Blank, I couldn’t care if you were a Martian from Mars, I’d still love you all the same,” (Y/n) responded lovingly.

Blank kissed the top of her hand. “I love you more than you’ll ever know, dearest.”

(Y/n) leaned forward and pecked Blank on the lips, and almost immediately he turned a bright shade of red. “I think I have a vague idea,” she laughed.

[inkonapage]

MASTERLIST

YouTuber Egos

It’s Not Fair, Is It? (Darkiplier X Reader X Wilford)

It’s Not Fair, Is It? Ch.1

It’s Not Fair, Is It? Ch.2

It’s Not Fair, Is It? Ch.3

It’s Not Fair, Is It? Ch.4

It’s Not Fair, Is It? Ch.5

Darkiplier

I’ve Already Got Your Heart

Sirens Dark Tune

William J. Barnum

If I Killed Someone For You

Wilford Warfstache

Blast From The Past

Calming His Demons

Three Words Drabble Fic Challenge

Yandereplier

How To Confuse Your Yandere

Needing Reassurance

The Author

A Test Of Strength

Bim Trimmer

Scripted Violence

Cuddle Away The Cold

Come Closer (Antisepticeye X Reader)

Come Closer Ch.1

Come Closer Ch.2

Antisepticeye

Tag, You’re It

Two Can Be As Bad As One (Ch.2 to Three’s A Crowd)

Jackieboyman

It Keeps Him Up At Night

Natemare

Hypnotic Symphony

CrankGamePlays

Eyes On The Prize

It’s Just A Number!

Sleepy Bean

Twinsies

BlankGamePlays

Filling A Blank Heart

Poly X Reader

Three’s A Crowd (Darkipler X Reader X Antisepticeye)

Head Canons

Living With Mark

Wilford (Just after Wilford Motherluvin Wartstache)

Wilfords S/O Is Allergic To Pumpkins

Wilford Cooks

Wilfords S/O Is Touch Starved

Soft Dark And Host With Their S/O

Soft Ethan And His S/O

Affectionate Wilford

Dark And Wilford Comfort A Heart Broken Friend

Halloween Costumes w/ Wilford

Hurt/Comfort w/ Yancy

Phantoms SO Sings in a Secret Club

William Meeting His SO on a Hunt

Yan w/ a Shy SO

Yan w/ a Plus Size SO

Marvel

Doctor Octopus (Otto Octavious)

All Wrapped Up Ch.1 🔞

Green Goblin (Norman Osborn)

Oh, the Misery Ch.1 🔞

[vantruce]

Antisepthan, Antisepticeye X Ethan Nestor.

I'm okay with egoshipping, completely chill with crack shipping too. Ethan Nestor? He's not a character.

That being said, I fused them:

I hope you like it ❤️

not to be confused with blankgameplays

[thetreecorner]

To Fall In Love With Emotions (Blankgameplays x fem!Reader) Part 1

Request?: Yep!

Requested by who?: @pastanestor

AU: N/A

Characters: Blank and Henrik

Warnings: Not that I can think of? A really badly written German accent (I do not mean to be offensive by the way I write Henrik’s accent. I listened to him speak and attempted to copy his dialect). Blank draws on his skin with a sharpie marker

Words: 1764

A/N: Okay so this comes from the idea that Blank was created by @the-wild-ego’s character Gear. A few other things before we get into this: The way Blank was created in this, is that Gear discovered what it would take to remove a human soul, and attempted to rip Blank’s soul from his body. While he failed to do so, the soul was severely damaged and he became a “Blank Slate”.

Unsatisfied with this result, Gear ‘threw him away’. After weeks of wandering, Blank was found by one of the Septics, who brought him in for Henrik to look at. Blank, in this, lives with the Septics.

Also this is only part one!

Blank.

Blank, blank, blank!

He took a sharpie to his skin, tracing from one freckle to the other to try and create… something.

Anything.

A distraction.

A freckle here.

A freckle there.

A line in between, a line through, a line around them. Twisting and turning.

These lines weren’t making any sense; then again, nothing really made much sense to Blank as of recent.

His heart often felt as if it was on fire, it felt - for once - like the soul his tormentor has so viciously tried to rip out of him was finally alive again.

He wasn’t too sure how to explain it. It felt like… he felt like… he could do anything.

Blank sighed, tossing away the pen, and attempting to rub away the ink from his skin. He wished he understood what he was feeling. All these… unnaturally natural senses that he was experiencing for the first time - or maybe not, he didn’t know.

He looked at the clock - the doc would be here any minute, probably to check his vitals again. Blank was getting tired of getting his vitals checked. He knew he was healthy. He knew his blood pressure was good, that his ears were clean, that his reflexes were just a smidge bit slow, but nowhere as slow as Robbie’s.

He wanted to know about his soul, but Henrik said the soul wasn’t his area of expertise. Blank wasn’t sure what the doc’s expertise was. He wasn’t very sure he wanted to find out.

No, the soul was Marvin’s area - and bless the magician, but Blank couldn’t help but wonder if he could be any slower at finding a solution. Blank yearned for… Well, he wasn’t exactly sure.

What Blank was sure about about though was that this feeling could be nothing good - he hadn’t felt any good feeling other than content since he could remember, and he couldn’t remember very much.

Sadness. He felt that often, though he didn’t know why. He felt it while he was in the shower, or while laying in bed alone. He felt it while he ate breakfast and while he helped the others cook dinner.

He felt bored, too. He never had much to do other than eat, or drink, or sleep. He didn’t feel much like reading, regardless of how many times Henrik, or Jamie, or even Chase suggested it. And he didn’t want to go out much. The looks people threw his way made him uncomfortable, and Blank would rather be bored than uncomfortable.

Yes, people tend to stare, but he could understand. He had a feeling the darkness of his eyes, and the paleness of his skin threw others off. He felt as if he was some freak who belonged in horror movies, though the Septics all told him he looked just fine. A bit rough around the edges, but just fine.

He didn’t want to look just fine, though. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to look like, but he did know one thing - he liked the solitude of the Septic household. No one to stand around and judge. A whole group of others just like him. He didn’t feel so alone.

Then there was her. One of Chase’s good friends, who came over rather often, and who’d known about the “egos” for a very long time (according to Marvin, she had a few egos of her own of whom liked to cause a ton of mischief).

Blank didn’t know exactly what an ego was. He knew the basics - they all belonged to a certain group. The Septics. The Ipliers. The Battles. And those in a group, like the men he lived with, all looked exactly the same.

Blank didn’t know which group he belonged to, but he wasn’t too worried about finding it. As far as he knew, Gear was in that group, and Blank wanted nothing to do with that machine ever again.

He also knew that, the egos had an “original” - the Ipliers had Markiplier, the Septics Jacksepticeye, so on, and so on, and so on. Some originals knew about the egos, like Mark and Jack. Blank wasn’t sure if his original (Henrik once called him Ethan) knew about them, but that didn’t bother him either way.

The burning in his heart bothered him. It seemed to consume him from the inside out, licking at his skin and yearning to break free.

His thoughts were broken when Henrik entered the room, which had been designated as Blank’s very own room (not like the cage Gear had kept him in), with a clipboard and blood pressure cuff.

Blank wordlessly lifted his arm, and without looking Henrik fastened the cuff around his upper arm.

“Good morning, Blank.” Henrik greeted while he did his work. His eyes never left the clipboard, but Blank didn’t say a word. He let the doc do his work, scribbling down numerous numbers and words before finally bringing his gaze to the young ego.

“You are writing on your skin again?” Henrik didn’t like when Blank did that. He always claimed it was because of blood poisoning, but Blank knew it was because Schneep didn’t understand the lines either.

“Didn’t even notice.” Blank’s joke was flat, and bland, like most things he said, but Henrik gave a small smile anyway. Blank guessed it was because he was at least trying. Trying was all he could do at this point.

“Vell, I would suggest you stop zat. It can lead to a very bad case of blood poisoning.”

“I know, doc.” Blank attempted a smile, showing more teeth than was necessary, and Henrik chuckled.

“If you know, zen why do you do it?” He took his stethoscope and lifted the back of Blank’s shirt. “Deep breath, please.” Blank did as he was told.

“I don’t know.” Henrik moved around to place the cold metal against the centre of Blank’s chest.

“Again.” Henrik moves the stethoscope around a couple more times before putting it back around his neck.

“I wish I knew.” Blank sighed, holding out his arm so that Henrik could take a blood sample. He and Marvin had been attempting to find out what Gear had done to him, and if there was anyway to fix it, or at least help piece together Blank’s past.

“Vell, whenever you feel like doing it again maybe try somezing a little less… permanent.” Blank looked back down at the dark lines on his arms.

What the hell do they mean.

“I will keep that in mind.” Blank agreed, waiting for Henrik to get a bandage. He poked gently at the blood, to which Henrik slapped his hand away.

“Don’t do zat.” He scolded him. Blank said nothing, wiping the small drop of blood off on his dark colored pants.

“Is Marvin coming by today?”

“Nein, he has some business he needs to attend to today. Vill you be alright?” Blank frowned. Marvin was a sort of… therapist. Blank could usually describe how he was “feeling” and Marvin did his best to make sense of it, both in a logical and a magical way. Marvin told him that any information could help them towards a solution. It helped Blank a great deal to have someone he could tell things, without judgement.

“I… I don’t know.” Blank shook his head gently.

“Is somezing wrong, Blank?” Henrik set aside his clipboard and shoved his hands into his coat pockets. Blank shook his head again.

“It’s nothing, doc. Just… thinking.”

“Well, I might not be Marvin, but if you vould like, I’m here to listen.” Blank pursed his lips. He and the doc were close. Blank would consider him a very good friend, even if he wasn’t a hundred percent sure what made a good friend.

Curse that damn cyborg bitch-

“Do you ever feel like your heart is on fire?” Blank stares down at Henrik’s shoes, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt.

“How do you mean? Does it hurt?” Blank could hear the worry in his friend’s voice.

“No, no. Not… hurt. It… aches, I guess. But it’s not painful. Not yet. It actually makes me feel… alive again?” The idea scared Blank. Yes, he would like nothing more than to feel alive again - but not like this. Not with emotions he didn’t understand.

“How so?”

“Well, doc. How… I don’t exactly know how to explain it.” This was how most of his and Marvin’s sessions went. Blank would make a vague remark about his thoughts, Marvin would ask what he meant, and Blank would scrap his mind to find an answer only to turn up… blank.

“Take your time, Blank. Ve have time.”

Blank took in a deep breath. Maybe it would be better to not think before he spoke, this time around.

“I don’t exactly remember anything before the incident. There’s faint flashes of memories, here and there. I don’t see any faces, I don’t hear any voices. But I remember how I felt. And those feelings… it’s like they’re happening all over again. Doc, I… I feel such adoration.” He wasn’t sure what the word meant exactly. But, out of all the thoughts in his head, this was the clearest.

Adoration.

What the hell is adoration?

“Adoration? If I may ask, for what?” Blank thought hard, scouring his brain for anything that could cause it. He shook his head gently.

“I don’t know. I just get so flustered, and I can’t stop myself from yearning to feel it more, but it’s so fleeting.” Blank wondered if the strain he put on his words exhibited the emotions he wanted them to, that the broken part of him would hold together just this once.

“Vell, I am no therapist, but, uh…” The Doctor’s face twisted into one of deep concentration as he rubbed gently against the scruff on his face. After a long, silent moment, the german man let out a sigh - whether it be from frustration, or from being tired, Blank would never know. The doctor was usually both. “Vhen you feel this adoration again, try to notice your surroundings. Where you are, what you are doing, who’d there with you. Do that every time, and eventually you should get some kind of idea who, or what, you adoration is for.”

“What if I forget?”

“Vell, that is all up to you mien friend.” Henrik clapped Blank’s shoulder, startling the young man, and gave him a smile. “I believe in you.” Blank attempted to return the smile, though the best he could get was a small twitch at the corner of his lips.

“Thanks, Henrik.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

What are your headcanons for the Crankegos?? (Saw someone call Ethan's egos that and I LOVE that name!)

Ooooooooo I never thought anyone would ask.

*cracks knuckles* Well strap in because I have a LOT that I wanna share~ ^^

@yahoo-protection-squad Hope you don’t mind the tag, I figured you may like to read this, too.

Saintgameplays (Saint)

-He’s a pope, what do you expect?-He tries his best to keep up with the cool kids.-But he will lecture them if he catches them cursing.-Actually gets along with Wilford surprisingly well.-Integrates memes and Vine references into his teachings.-“And I say unto you: Adam and Eve are my OTP and the only thing I vape is the Holy Ghost. Amen” is his favorite.-Signature phrase is “Bless up fam”.-V terrified/wary of Dark, Anti, Blank, and Corroded.-If he has to be in the same room with any of them he will always carry Holy Water in a mini-spray bottle.-He’s actually a very good listener.-The other Crank/Iplier/Septic egos often go to him to confess or simply get things off their chest (e.g. Chase with his divorce and Wilford with the people he’s murdered) and he will always keep them a secret no matter what.-Just a v pure and good dude in general who has done no wrong.

Mad Mike (Mike)

-Runs an ice cream shop and an ice cream truck (changes outfits depending on which job he’s doing).-And he’s also a drug dealer-Once owned a successful business but it shutdown after many lawsuits regarding drugs being found in the frozen desserts.-To this day, though, he still sells them illegally just because he can.-A LOT little bit on the crazy and giggly side.-Anti and Wilford have taken a liking to him because of his insane nature and his clever and malicious schemes.-Does harbor a soft spot for kids, though, and will give them non-drugged ice cream sandwiches.-But even so Chase still doesn’t trust him around his kids.-Steals drugs from Dr. Iplier’s clinics after his drug ring became busted by Silver Shepherd and Jackieboy Man.-Likes to hum/sing his “Mad Mike” song a lot.-Loves to wink and say “wink-wonk”, too.-V flirtatious.-Always manages to evade the cops no matter what.-Has the quickest reflexes out of all the Crankegos, so he’s excellent at dodging gunfire and making quick escapes.

Corroded Crank (Corroded)

-One of two of Ethan’s dark egos.-Has a rusted, grey/brown skin tone.-Under the surface he has metal in place of bones and wires in place of veins, although his blood and organs are still human.-Eyes are hollow, empty sockets as opposed to being pure black.-Has incredibly neat handwriting even though his hand trembles violently when he writes.-Much like Anti he is capable of glitching around and creating hallucinations (mostly in the form of hushed, unintelligible whispers and clones of himself).-Also capable of inducing paranoia on his victims.-Despises Ethan because he believes he was only created to serve as a cheap “advertising strategy” for the 5-year anniversary posters.-Because of that he will threaten anyone who tries to use him for their own personal benefit.-Will also lash out at anyone who thinks he’s just “copying” the other dark egos.-Gets along well with Dark, Anti, and Blank.-Although at times he does like to tease Blank about his anxiety.-He is actually rather protective of Yahoo and doesn’t want anyone to take advantage of him, either.

Blankgameplays (Blank)

-The second, but less malicious, dark ego.-Is the literal embodiment of Ethan’s anxiety and nightmares.-Has very bad anxiety issues which cause him to mumble a lot and make mountains out of molehills.-He is somewhat self-conscious of his black eyes and is afraid he will scare people away if he looks at them.-Suffers from haphephobia, although he will accept hugs from people he considers as friends.-Hates being compared to Anti and Dark, as he does not wish to hurt his creator nor manipulate his fans.-Cries a lot, and when he does he sheds black, oil-like tears.-During a breakdown he’ll mumble unintelligible gibberish for a while without pausing to take a breath (his worst one had him mumbling for a solid hour).-Should that happen he’ll only accept comfort from either one of the other Crank egos (except for Corroded who only taunts him) or someone that he trusts.-If Mike finds him in such a state, he will sit next to him and offer him ice cream, the best type of comfort food.-Tries his best to be a kind person and break the stereotype that all “dark” egos are automatically evil.-Saint is still apprehensive of him, but eventually he does see the good he’s trying to do and warms up to him.-Loves wearing baggy jackets/hoodies.-He’s also fascinated by plants, even the wilted and dried-out ones.-Bim would often lend him a couple of his plants and teach him how to properly take care of them.

Yahoogameplays (Yahoo)

-A search engine android similar to Google and Bing.-Speaks in a soft and sincere tone of voice.-His primary adjective is to “Answer questions as quickly as possible”.-When charging, his eyes will glow purple.-When fully charged he feels more energized that ever, as he’ll bounce around, laugh, and hug any friend that may be in the vicinity.-His special feature is in his left eye, which, upon activation, allows him to take X-Ray scans, see through walls, detect infrared light, and acquire any new information that is not already in his files.-He’s always willing to lend a hand to anyone that needs it.-Saint often asks him to look up Vines/memes/anything that is currently trending for him to incorporate in his teachings.-He’ll assist Mike if he needs advice on how to run a shop or what drugs are not too lethal to put into ice cream…despite him not approving of his business whatsoever.-He is usually the one Blank goes to for comfort, as he knows how to help him through his anxiety attacks.-Has an intense fear of glitches and water, due to the fact both can short-circuit him and corrupt his systems.-Because of this he avoids Anti at all costs, but he’s fine around Corroded, who he sees as an older brother of sorts.

Bernice-The sort of “Mother Hen” and “Mama Bear” of the group.-Absolutely LOVES the color red.-Catch her at the dye shop at least once a month where she’ll make sure her hair stays a lovely crimson.-Loves red, black, and glittery makeup.-Can and will fight anyone who makes fun of the egos even if they just give them a funny look.-Her anger is equivalent to or even greater than Darkiplier’s so messing with her or her brothers is pretty much a death sentence-She loves her brothers dearly, although she doesn’t like that Corroded makes fun of Blank and is usually the one who steps in when she sees the bullying going on.- Has a v sassy personality but inside she’s a real softie.-Especially when it comes to her family or anything that has to do with animals.-9/10 she’ll cry over the pet rescue/shelter commercials.-Usually asks Yahoo to look up beauty tutorials for her.-May have asked Dark for advice on eyeshadow at some point.-She’s the one who suggested that Mike give kids drug-free ice cream sandwiches even though she disapproves of his shop in general.

[mysterytickingegos]

Winter Ficlets: Blank

Pairing: Ghost!Blankgameplays x Reader

Genre: Paranormal, Funny fluff

Word Count: 585

Authors Note: This one is kind of a spin-off/prequel of a requested story (Ouija Board is out now!)  that will be coming out some time in January. April. Oops.

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Blank had just been minding his business when it all started.

It was rather late in the evening when he heard keys in the door. He recognized you when you came in, you'd taken a tour with the realtor about a month ago, but he was sure you weren't coming back. Nobody had wanted this place in years, yet here you were trying to fit through the door with a box topped with blankets and a rolled up air mattress, your keys held between your teeth.

You tossed the box onto the floor, barely missing him, and shut the front door. He didn't hold it against you, you couldn't see him. Still, he didn't love the idea of somebody else in his home. How many more times would he have to dodge you?

You unrolled the air mattress in the middle of the living room and let it inflate while you pulled your PJ's out of the box you brought in and vanished into the bathroom, typing something into your phone. Blank smiled to himself and flipped the switch on the air mattress the opposite direction as soon as the door shut, meaning you came out to a flat bed. "Seriously?" You walked over and gave the switch a second look, and you could've sworn you had it right the first time, but shrugged it off. You set it up again, ate your food when it showed up and went to bed.

Meanwhile Blank took the wireless speaker you brought in with you and left it on a high shelf in the bathroom as soon as you were asleep. If all went according to plan you'd be gone in no time.

The moving truck came the next day and your boxes and furniture were left inside. You had to spend the rest of your day putting your new home together, and somewhere along the line you began to hum holiday songs to yourself. Humming turned to singing and as soon as you found your speaker (under the assumption that you must've put it there to take a shower then forgot) it was a full-on concert to an audience of one.

Blank was in the middle of taking all your books back off the shelf when he heard your little performance in the master bedroom, deciding to see what you were up to. While he was used to the way people tended to act when they thought they were alone, it was still pretty funny to see you dancing around like a disney character while you made your bed. He was almost starting to warm up to you, though he wasn't going to admit it.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw the old door slowly swing open and stopped in your tracks, turning the music down to be cautious.

And then the volume jumped right back up again, blasting Wham through the room, making you yelp and jump back from the speaker.

Once you caught your bearings, you held your finger down on the quiet button until it was muted again.

Just as you were going back to what you were doing before, you heard the volume slowly start to creep up again. You spun around and fought with it for a few minutes before you grabbed it, turning it over, flipping the off-switch and tossing it into a box.

As you huffed about your broken speaker, you were blissfully unaware of the ghostly entity in the corner, doubled over laughing at you.

[inkonapage]

Filling a Blank Heart (BlankGameplays X Reader)

(( I’ve never written for Blank before but this is sorta how I feel he’d act! Hope you enjoy!

@pastanestor requested ‘as for my requests though, how about just a general one of Blank not knowing how to deal with or react to falling in love and telling that person, but his S/O reassuring him and explaining she feels the same and so on? a cliché kind of scene but with the addition of an alter ego ^^’ ))

      How did this happen?

      Sure he had a heart and soul, it might be black but it was there dammit, but the thought of somehow falling in love with another? That...that was just something he hadn't planned on. Over the years he had never, not once, found someone that made his tar like blood rush the way you did with something just as simple as a smile. It unnerved him. It made him feel so small and weak. It made him feel venerable.

      It made him feel.

      You made him feel.

      Now the alter was no stranger to emotions, they were usually negative or so dulled out that they didn't strike him hard enough to gain much of a reaction yet here you were causing him such torment. Blank just didn't know what to do with this sort of thing! He wasn't good with emotions and feelings and having this deep burning need to make you happy! It was exhausting honestly... Day in and day out he would do his best to shove the strange bubbling in his guts down as far as he could, to digest them if you will, whenever he was near you not wanting it to show. Though at the same time he was more clingy than usual, and that was saying something because normally he was off doing his own thing not really giving a rats ass what anyone was doing, and that had gotten him a few odd looks.

      He didn't like it.

      Blank didn't like being looked at or noticed, especially with the questioning eyes of the curious other egos who muttered to one another though never really asked him out right about it knowing they would get no response on the matter. Seeing you just finish up a conversation with a few of the others he saw an opening and took it. Making his way towards you he reached out, tapping you on the shoulder, “Hey (Name)...?”

      Turning you blinked but smiled as the odd surprise, you were usually the one that had to start a conversation with him yet here he was before you making the first move, “Hey Blank! What’s up?” you asked with a bright smile.

      “We need to talk.” he murmured looking around as if there would be someone there to judge him for what he was about to do, “It’s...about you.” Blank explained as his solid black eyes turned their attention back to you.

      “Oh?” you asked, feeling your stomach sink at his words. Had you done something wrong? You had tried to be a good friend to the usual stand offish ego, you really had! Maybe you were trying a bit to hard? Blank didn't seem to the type of being that was use to attention, he usually tried to avoid it. Something about the usually silent ego just called to you, you couldn't help it, and you felt the need to get to know him...maybe you had tried a bit to hard.

      Clearing his throat the alter crossed his arms, feeling uncomfortable and exposed, “You...have been trying to get to know me a lot lately. It, uh...isn't something that I'm use to but for some reason I don't mind. It’s odd but you...you’ve seemed to cause something to happen to me...” How did he explain this? Listen to him, he sounded like such an idiot!

      “Go on.” you urged gently as you tilted your head in confusion, unsure just what it was he was trying to say.

      Growling he shook his head, “Look you just- you- you got my attention okay!? How am I suppose to go about saying this when you keep looking at me like that?” he snapped though it wasn't meant to be aggressive.

      Head twitching to the side a bit it seemed like he was struggling to get the words out, “I-I just...you know I- well...uh. I sound so stupid- I like you okay! There, I said it! I like you (Name) and I just don't know...I just don't know what to do!” Huffing he looked off to the side as his cheeks darkened.

      Blinking at his adorable outburst you couldn't help but snort and giggle softly, “I really like you too Blank.” you cooed sweetly to him as you gently placed a hand over one of his. Watching as he slowly uncrosses his arms, Blank takes your hand in his but doesn't say anything else.

      There’s a content silence that you both share and understand before you lead him off to continue your chores for the day.

[thetreecorner]

REQUESTS OPEN

Hello there internet! For a short amount of time I will be taking requests for READER INSERTS ONLY. Please read EVERYTHING before you request something from me.

Rules:

Be patient, I am one person with only so much time

Be kind, don’t demand that I write something for you

Be as specific as you can with what you want, or it won’t turn out the way you want it to

Limit yourself to 1 or 2 requests. Please don’t go on anon and send 10+ requests

If you’re shy like me and want to send request via Anon, but would like to be told when the request is put up, shoot me a PM (I promise I don’t bite) and I’ll message you when I finish/post the story)

If requesting for Sander Sides (with the exclusion of Sleep), understand that I will most likely not take requests for romantic stories with a female!readers (non-binary is okay)

If requesting for Connor, specify the model (RK800, RK800-60, ext)

For these requests I will need the following:

Character(s) name(s)

Reader Pronouns (If not specified, I will use they/them)

Plot (Or simply say fluff/angst/platonic/ext if you’d like something generic)

An Example: “Can I get a platonic Patton Sanders x Fem!Reader fluff where the reader can’t understand her feelings and goes to him for help”

Fandoms I will write for (read character list before requesting):

YouTube Egos

Detroit: Become Human

Sander Sides

Stuff I will NOT do:

Ships (Anti x Dark and stuff like that)

Full On Smut (suggestive stuff is okay)

The Act of self harming/suicide

I will not write a toxic relationship w/ a happy ending (example: Person A cheats on Person B, and Person B forgives and stays with them)

Non-Con

Real People (exceptions can be made (example: being friends w/ Nate and meeting Natemare for the first time))

Write cannonly gay characters in straight relationships (Sanders Sides)

Stuff I will do:

Poly relationships (only two (2) characters + reader)

AU’s (Highschool, Human, Coffee Shop, ext)

Crossovers (example: Fluffy Poly with Connor and Google)

Love Triangles (if you don’t specify who you want reader to end up w/, I will either choose or leave it on a cliff hanger)

Character Death (Reader death as well)

LIST OF CHARACTERS UNDER THE CUT OFF

Characters I will write For:

Darkiplier

The Host

The Author

Google (all 4)

Bim Trimmer

Bing

Doctor Iplier

Cool Patroliplier

Wilford Warfstache

Antisepticeye

Doctor Schneeplestein

Chase Brody

Robbie the Zombie

Marvin the Magnificent

Jackieboyman

Jameson Jackson

Natemare

The Phantom

Mercer (vampire!Nate)

Eram Moonstruck (reverse!Natemare)

Logan Sanders

Patton Sanders

Virgil Sanders

Roman Sanders

Sleep (Remy Sanders)

Deceit

Blankgameplays

Geargameplays

Mad Mike

Benjamin Butler

Apocalypse

MadPat

Connor (RK800, RK900, RK800-60, RK800-01)

Markus

Kara

Hank Anderson

Simon

Gavin Reed

Note: RK800-60 is the Connor who kidnapped Hank to use against RK-800, RK800-01 is a fan made Connor who is basically Bryan Dechart dressed up as Connor.