#eric derekson x the host

[fdq666roadie-blog]

I think this is the first time I’ve ever actually written fluff! I may continue the story eventually cause it’s really cute.

[mothgodofchaos]

-rises from the abyss like Snape from Potter Puppet Pals-

Could I please get a continuation of the request where Y/N took dance lessons and it was obvious in the way they moved with Eric, Engie, Actor, Host, Night, and Illinois?

Oh boy, more big lists. Let's go! *cracks knuckles*

Eric:

Eric hasn't taken up dancing before because he was worried about his prosthetics being an issue

You drag him on the dance floor, offering him a sort of private lesson

He moves cautiously, being extra careful to not step on your feet

Soon he relaxes his shoulders, and a big grin grows on his face

Maybe he likes dancing after all

Engi:

He waves you off at first, thinking you're joking that you want to dance with him

But you drag his ass to an open spot on the floor and start leading, and he goes bright red

What he was expecting was cheesy dance moves and a night of cringey fun

Instead you have the time of your life sweeping him off his feet

He might be a little wobbly later

Actor:

He may be intentionally bad at Just Dance but if he has an audience? Busting out a whole ass tango

The two of you change dance styles with the music, almost like a battle of who's leading

Adrenaline is pumping as you take over the dance floor, ending with a spotlight above you as he dips you low

He definitely will challenge ask you to dance again

Host:

Man may be able to narrate movements, but doesn't have a good grasp on how dances are supposed to be

He's hesitant, but allows you to bring him onto the dance floor

He lets you guide his movements, allowing his brain to take a break from narrating

It's rather charming how he laughs when he's allowed to freely be

Night:

The god of night does not dance with mere mortals

How dare yo- LET GO OF ME-

You spin him between various dance partners, but he keeps coming back to you like a moon in orbit

Admittedly, he can't stay away from you for long

He likes this little song and dance, so to speak, despite what he says

Illinois:

This man knows so many fucking dances

How else do you think he got with so many handsome and/or beautiful people on his trips?

Gotta make them swoon

You are no exception to this rule

[tenalach10]

HI IM BACK ON MY HOST/ERIC SHIT. please read LamiasLuck on AO3 their host/eric fics are so cute and sweet;;;;; LamiasLuck wherever you are ily thank you for writing your host/eric fics

[regalrain]

These ships could either be horrible for each other, or horrible for other people. The (R) denotes my takes, the (D) @doctordiscord123’s, and no label means any version!

[riotlain]

Egos with their s/o’s cat

Bc my cat is laying on me and being loud

shorter than usual bc i want to post

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Iplier Egos

Darkiplier

He likes your cat

He just hates the fur

I feel like he’d talk to the cat casually-

“Hello there. How are you doing?” “Meow!” “Oh really?”

You’d never see him do it ofc

When you have your back turned hes cradling your cat

Every once in a while youll find a cat toy on the ground that you dont remember buying

It was Dark ofc

Wilford

Dog person but he doesnt mind cats

Definitely babys the cat tho

Holds it like a baby and walks around

“Have you fed the lil guy today?”

No guns around the cat

Will shoot anyone who insults your cat

Illinois

Bros literally never home bc adventures

But he find it nice when he visits you have a cat to rub against his leg

Pets it like a dog

If its a kitten he’ll put it on his shoulder and walk around your house with it

Gets cool artifacts for you cat??

10/10 Cat dad whenever hes over

Eric Derekson

Was scared of your cat being mean

Now hes emotionally attached to it

Rough day? Eric hangs with your cat

If your cats an outside one he’ll be so fucking scared sometimes

“What- what if your cat gets in a- uh- um- a fight?” Please reassure that your cat will be fine

Always gets lil toys or treats for your cat

Host

Host cant see your cat lol

He enjoys the cat fur tho

Unless its hairless then uh-

He definitely talks to your cat casually

“The Host asks how [Insert cat’s name]’s day has been?” “Meow!” “Well thats nice :)”

Emotionally attached to your cat now

Septiceye Egos

Anti

Hes an asshole to your cat

Would never hurt em or anything

Just bullies him

“Hey, Y/n! Look at this fatty!” * Anti holding up your cat*

Has beef with your cat for some reason??

“What’re you lookin’ at?”

Jameson

Cat person for sure

Cradles your cat

Gets lil toys for em

Literally the whole thing

“Looky here at this rascal!” *Pats your cats head*

Your cat will probably end up following him around alot

[weirdlyobsessedwithegos]

FIC REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Full rulelist here; but basically: all Markipli*er egos, all sfw, gender neutral as default. Feel free to send in any idea you have as long as it’s not too heavy or angst-filled (angst with comfort is a-ok!), and if you need any ideas or inspiration to look at, here’s my prompts tag.

Don’t know how long requests will be open, I’ll announce that at a later time when I see what the response is.

Have a nice day everybody! :D

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Anon: headcanons for egos when they have a s/o that's easily flustered by compliments and praise please?

MIINORS DNI!! Oh this was fun to imagine ;) Didn’t do all the egos, but here some of them

Dark: Oh, he absolutely uses it to play dirty. He’ll praise and give a lot of small compliments all the time, even in public, because he loves seeing you get so influenced just by his words.

Wilford: Thinks it adorable! Will praise you while giving you kisses all over your face, and the rest of your body when you’re alone. Loves how flustered you get and will use the smallest things as an excuse to give you compliments and praise.

Yancy: Doesn’t quite get it at first, but when he does, he loves giving your praise and compliments whenever you have sex. Especially fond of whispering it in your ear while he holds you close.

Illinois: Oh, he is ready to give. Loves to praise you and give you compliments, will do it all the time when he realises the effect it has on you.

Eric: He’s not the best at giving praise honestly, cause he gets super flustered himself, but boy does he try. Kinda makes it extra sweet when he manages to stutter himself trough some. Good at giving small compliments though! Likes to tell you he likes how you styled your hair today, how cute your shirt is, etc.

Actor: Same hat, same boat. He totally gets it, cause even if he tries to hide it, he loves to be praised and get compliments too. This makes him especially good at it, cause he knows exactly what to say to get you flustered to the max.

E-plier: Dirty boy, absolute bastard, has no qualms about doing it all the time, everywhere and whenever, especially in public. There might even be video compilations of that somewhere

Host: Getting praise and compliments in third person is a bit odd at first, but as soon as you get used to that, he can definitely make you flustered. Also he sometimes uses his ability to give you praise and compliments when you’re not even in the same room, flustering you even more, especially if you’re around other people.

[shy-marker-pliers]

I Know I Will Tomorrow

“I swear I couldn’t love you more than I do right now, and yet I know I will tomorrow.” — Leo Christopher

Summary: Every day, The Host falls in love with Eric all over again.

also Eric is autistic because i'm autistic and i said so thank u for coming to my ted talk

Warnings: enough sweetness to give you a sugar rush, host being the embodiment of the 🥺 emoji

Tags: @lamiasluck, @parental-tendencies (tell me if you don't want to be tagged anymore!)

There was a soft knock on the host's library door, a noise almost as timid as the person who was making it. he knew who it was immediately, of course. few people ever entered his library, and fewer still bothered to knock before doing so.

"Come in, Eric. The door is unlocked." he called out so that the other knew he could enter when he pleased.

there was a creak and a click, and then the sound of oh so quiet footsteps approaching him. The Host didn't need to use his narrations to know that Eric was probably wearing his slippers and pajamas. it was almost midnight, after all. for a brief moment, Host wondered what he was still doing up. If he recalled correctly, Eric was almost always in bed before ten thirty...

there was a 'clunk' as Eric set down a tray on what little paper-free space The Host's desk had.

"You- You weren't at lunch. o-or dinner. so I brought you some stuff! I got that orange blossom tea you said you liked, but i couldn't find the kettle so i had to use the microwave...and I- um, I made you a grilled cheese and tomato soup. it's probably not the best but I made it anyway 'cause the only other meal in the fridge was some leftover pasta from a few days ago but the sauce on it had olives and I know you don't like olives so-"

Host's fond smile grew as Eric continued to speak, but eventually he stood up and placed a hand on top of his head to ruffle his hair and stop his anxious rambling before he started to panic. he made sure to keep his expression soft as he spoke.

"well, that was very sweet of Eric to do, and The Host is sure it'll be delicious. if he misses a meal, he usually gets a small snack from upstairs since he's too tired to cook, so this is nice."

As Host spoke, Eric's eyes scanned the room as he picked at a bit of skin by one of his fingernails. He did this whenever he didn't have his handkerchief, but sometimes he could mess with his skin too much and cause it to bleed, so Host held out his own hand for him to take.

Eric's eyes focused on Host's larger hand and he grasped it with both of his, drumming his fingers on it and squeezing gently every once in a while.

"Okay. well, i'll leave you alone now 'cause i'm tired and you probably still have work to do and stuff...b-but- don't forget to go to bed soon, okay?"

"Of course. The Host will see Eric at breakfast tomorrow morning. sleep well, alright?"

"Okay! g'night Host!" Eric chirped. He squeezed his hand one last time before letting go and heading up to his room.

Host didn't care if the soup wasn't as hot as usual, or if his tea was prepared differently than he was used to. as far as he was concerned, it was the greatest dinner he'd ever had. he began to think that there was some truth to the saying that love was the secret ingredient to a good meal.

...---...

"Hey, Host! everyone's in the living room and the snacks are all ready, come on so we can get a good spot!"

Host tilted his head as an amused smile started to appear on his face. "The Host isn't the biggest fan of movie nights. he can't narrate his way through whole films without getting tired, so he usually skips out."

"Well yeah, I know, but it's my turn to pick tonight! I asked and everyone said we could listen to a podcast instead. it'll be like your radio show! plus, since no one has to look at a screen to know what's going on we can all have a cuddle puddle!"

that...that was so sweet it made Host want to squeal and hold Eric forever. instead he settled for taking his hand and nodding happily.

"alright then, dear. Lead the way."

Eric made sure to warn host that the furniture in the living room had been moved in favor of making a big blanket and pillow nest in the middle of the room. since all the egos needed for the night was a phone and a Bluetooth speaker, the room's atmosphere was peaceful. it was dark because of the absence of a big bright screen, and warm too. Eric led Host to a big beanbag chair and they sat down in their usual position, with host seating himself first, followed by Eric who sat right in front of him. he leaned back against his chest as host wrapped his arms around his middle and rested his chin on Eric's head. then they leaned back and the podcast started to play.

the podcast was actually a pretty good one. not scary so that the more anxious of the egos would be able to enjoy it too, but it still had a good storyline and it wasn't too loud, so that people could go to sleep if they wanted.

That was exactly what ended up happening. By the time the podcast was over, more than half of the egos were peacefully snoozing, including host and Eric. and they stayed like that until morning, when they were woken up by the sound of google making breakfast.

...---...

It was early morning in the library, and The Host had just woken up. He was dressed for the day and had finished drinking a smoothie for his breakfast. He was about to sit down, but...

"Hooost!" exclaimed a familiar and excited voice.

The 'clonk' of boot clad feet on a hardwood floor accompanied the calling of his name, and the footsteps got closer and faster until Eric stumbled a bit and skidded to a stop a little ways away from Host's desk. with mild amusement, he realized that this was the first time Eric had entered his library without knocking. Something very exciting must have happened.

Eric took a moment to compose himself before focusing his eyes where the host's own would be, if he had them.

"so- when I woke up this morning it felt like- well, something seemed different, y'know? but I couldn't tell what it was so I went around the house to check and then I looked out the window and there was snow so I guess it fell while we were asleep a-"

"Breathing break, love."

"Oh. Right-" a long inhale.

"- so! I opened the door, right? And it turns out we got like, a whole bunch! And I was confused 'cause it doesn't usually snow here so I asked Dark and he said we had winter coats for just in case purposes in the closet and when I looked in there i found sleds too so i grabbed one and went out, but then I was like 'hey I should go get Host!'- so anyways-" Eric paused to take a few deep breaths.

"Everyone's outside already but king showed me this really big hill in the forest so I was wondering if you wanted to go sledding with me!? I've never gone sledding before but it seems really fun!"

How could he say no?

he was halfway through the word 'okay' when Eric grabbed his hand and tugged him to the door.

[anabsolutesimpforegos]

a/n: ok so I haven't written/posted in like a month and I’m sorry, so here’s another hc list I wrote to get back into the swing of things!

💗💗reblogs are appreciated💗💗

How the egos react to being sick and taken care of:

Dark: 

Doesn’t tell you he’s unwell to any degree; you have to play detective and figure it out

Flat out denies he's ill if you confront him about it. It isn’t until he practically collapses that you decide “alright, you fucking edgelord, I’m taking care of you and that’s that.”

He protests that too. He's stubborn, unfortunately for you.

“I know you can take care of yourself but I want to help you so let me damnit-”

He doesn't like food but if you bring him soup he’ll eat it because it's a sign of gratitude and, whether he likes to outwardly admit it or not, he’s absolutely smitten with you

He’s inwardly a bit embarrassed to be looked after, but you’re so enthusiastic, and it’s not like he could stop you, so he lets it happen

After he’s better he’ll thank you, obviously

Actor:  

Whiny

Very, very whiny

“I feel like I’m dying y/nnnnnnnnnnnn” “you have a mild cold Mark”

If you aren't up and doing something he's probably latched onto you in bed

This Man Is Clingy Okay

Absolutely tries to kiss you and you have to shove his face away because if you get sick you won’t be able to take care of him

When he gets better he brushes it off as nothing

If you remind him of everything you did for him, he pouts and huffs out something along the lines of “fine. Thank you.”

A surefire way to shut him up is to kiss him; works like a charm

Wilford:

Oddly functional when he’s sick

If you don't notice something is wrong he won't either

If you can’t get him to rest, you force him to wear a mask because you refuse to let him get you or the others sick

If you manage to get him to rest, he’s complaining the entire time

“Cookie, I’m fineeeeeeeeee.” “you've been hacking up a lung all day, plus you are burning up, no you’re not.”

He’s kind of childish about it

Eventually, he gives up and mopes

When he gets better, if you smother him in affection he’ll be quick to stop grumbling about it

Yancy: 

Doesn't think its a big deal when he's sick

You have to gently coax him into bed

He's hesitant to accept you wanting to take care of him

“This is justa lotta trouble to go through for lil ol me...” 

If he wasn’t smitten before, he is now

Being taken care of??? It's heaven

He’ll thank you for everything to the point the phrase “thank you” doesn’t sound like actual words anymore

The gratitude continues for the next week and you have to tell him that it’s fine, that he didn’t have to keep saying it

He's just a big softie yknow?

Illinois: 

This bastard

Says he's fine even when he’s obviously not

The most you can do is force him to take medicine, because there's no way in hell you’ll be able to get him to rest

Tries to tease you about wanting him to feel better

“It’s almost like you love me” “wipe that smirk off your face… but yeah, i do”

When he gets better, he might mutter a thank you and then act like it never happened

You caring about him so openly flusters him, despite how much he’ll deny it

He isn’t used to being the flustered one, give him some time and he’ll get around to being a bit more vulnerable

He's a softie too, he just doesn't like showing it

Eric:

sometimes his anxiety makes him sick; it's just how it goes

He’s used to it to a degree, but the first time you see it, it scares you a little

It leaves him pale, shaking, and dizzy/disoriented at times

He doesn’t find it enough for you to worry about, even if its very unpleasant

“This isn’t... normal?” “sweetie no-”

Once you hush his worrying over you “having more important things to do”, he gratefully accepts your offer to take care of him

A day to help him relax will help him more than the medicinal route most often

When he feels better, he might stutter out a thank you along with a small peck on the cheek

Poor man is easily flustered, kiss him back and he’ll melt

[orange-waterfalls]

Reader w/ wings headcanons(Markiplier Alter Egos)

ty @fancybootm​ for the request!

A/N: i just did all of them. every-all-everyone. Except Yandereplier, Silver Shepard, Ed Edgar... maybe others I’m not aware of at the moment... I tried to stick with a certain number of egos, but my hands just... they just kept moving. It is 11:00 pm when im writing this ya boy is TIRED. there are 1.6k words. It seems longer than it is bc bullet points. Bear with me. You can find the egos that you want easily. The reader is gender neutral. i am so sorry if this is not what you meant lol. on the bright side this is a good reference for all the egos i am open to writing for(also maybe others idk) so uh im keeping it enjoy. I’ll say... a T rating for cursing and also a bit of violence but literally like 20 words. mentions of injury. that’s it.

Requests are open!

Y/N(reader) with wings hcs

No one knows what the fuck you are, not even you

Ya got wings. That’s it.

Are you an angel? A faery? A phoenix? Who knows

You woke up one day in a forest remembering nothing

But you had wings

And then you got shot with an arrow

You ran away and hid in a cave

Darkiplier spends most of his time around you studying you

To see what you could possibly be

He still doesn’t know

He’s settled for calling you a “cryptid”

He’s slightly annoyed with the feathers you leave around the manor

He won’t tell you bc you can’t control that and it’d be rude

You read together in his study on occasion

You sit on the floor bc your wings get uncomfortable in chairs

In sympathy, he also sits on the floor

You think it’s sweet

You told him so and he sputtered out a “shut up and read your book”

He’s fairly fond of you

You’re good company to keep around

Wilford was the one who found you

He was walking through the forest, as one does, when he saw GIANT feathers

Naturally, he followed them

He found you in a cave with an arrow in your shoulder

He took you back to the manor and patched you up

He begged Dark to keep you there

He promised not to kill anybody for a month

He made it 15 days, which is a record

He’s very protective of you, not letting you out a lot since uh… hunters

You are his Sweet Little Songbird, light of his life, wind in his sails, 

if anything happens to you he will kill everyone in the manor and then himself

He helps you preen a lot

His hands are very gentle, surprisingly 

He spends the most time with you out of everyone

You play games, talk(well, he talks to you), and just hang out

He loves and adores you with his whole heart

Actor tolerates you, or so he says

He’s jealous of your wings

HE’S supposed to be the mysterious, sexy one!

But ok, yeah, you’re pretty interesting

He uses you in short films sometimes bc… well… wings

There are alot of things you can do with wings, surprisingly

He took you out into town one night

He shoved the wings under a thick jacket

You guys bought some clothes and food

He cut holes in the clothes for your wings, grumbling about a “waste of money” and “you never go out anyway” 

but he enjoyed spending a bit of time with you

Wilford nearly killed him(again) when he found out

He likes venting to you bc you just nod without really listening

As I said, you’re good company

Yancy thinks you’re nice

He felt a bit… threatened at first

Ya got WINGS, of course he’s cautious

But they are very pretty

And he likes to use you in choreography

People always comment on how realistic the wings are as Yancy leads you away

You don’t judge him for killing his parents, he likes that about you

You don’t know. You could’ve done something bad. You don’t remember

He likes cuddling bc you wrap your wings around him and he feels safe

He also helps you preen… sometimes… 

He’s… really bad at it...

You like listening to him sing

He sings you lullabies at night

You’re very close

Illinois is very fascinated with you

He’s convinced you’re a fairy

He’s seen quite a few of those

You tell him you don’t know, and he goes “a LiKeLy StOrY”

He likes drawing you

You’re very angelic

“Oh, maybe an angel then…” He says, like an idiot

He takes you with him on a few adventures to fly him over pits and stuff

He’d never admit it but he has a… THING about heights

It’s called a phobia, you egotistic maniac

You try to help him with it

You never get that far off the ground before he’s screaming to be put down

He appreciates the effort

He gives you things he finds on adventures that are pretty or remind him of you

He infodumps to you about curses, and archaeology, and adventuring, etc.

Magnum is uh… well, he’s Magnum

He figures you’d be useful out at sea

You can find nearby land, ships, or treasure by flying, of course

He didn’t take into account the fact that you don’t really… fly that often.

So it turned into you just stretching your wings instead of looking for loot

Once you fell overboard

Everyone was like “eh, they can fly, it’s fine”

Then they realized that you probably can’t since your wings might be wet

Magnum LEAPED into the fuckin water and THREW you back on

He doesn’t take you on the sea as much anymore

sometimes you talk about life, treasure, love, y'know the usual

He’s very Father Figure-ly

Bim isn’t sure how to feel about you

You are a person. With wings. What’s he supposed to do about that

He’s friends with Wil, so has to tolerate you at least.

He tries to make conversation, but it doesn’t always go as well as it could

You don’t have much to talk about, and some of his topics worry you

Mostly you two just kinda… exist in the same general area

Sometimes he’ll discuss what he should do on his show

You don’t have many ideas

But you’ve gotten an idea of what it is, and sometimes give a suggestion or two

He appreciates you for that

He tried to get you on the show once but Wilford refused

You kinda wanted to, but whatever

You’ll hang out sometimes too

He’s very entertaining, he has to be

Eric is kind of scared

Not that you’ll hurt him, that he’ll hurt you

That happens a lot to people he likes…

He eventually starts hanging out around you

You don’t ask bad questions, and you distract him from his dad

He talks about animals with you a lot, and how he wanted a farm

You bought a cowboy hat and gave it to him and he cried

You also gave him a stuffed cow one day

He hugged you for a long time

You two cuddle a lot bc the boy needs SAFETY and SECURITY

You wuv each other(platonically or otherwise)

Dr. Iplier doesn’t bother you, mostly

He appreciates that you keep to yourself

He has his work, that’s what he’s focused on

Sometimes he’ll see you when you try to find Wilford or get some food

He tries to get a good look at you without looking suspicious

It doesn’t work, he always falls over

He once gave you a “physical”

It was mostly to just figure out what you were

You seemed mostly human based on the results

But goddammit you had WINGS

They had their own function but were sort of like an add-on to your body

He was slightly disappointed you weren’t gonna… turn into a whole bird

You tolerate each other

Google fuckin’ hates you

He’s completely perplexed by you

Which he is never because he is the most intelligent being on the planet

So he assumed he could figure out what you were

Turns out google fucking sucks at figuring out things people don’t already know

So he hates you. Like a lot

He’s tried to kill you multiple times

But his objective is to destroy MANKIND

You are not included in that

BECAUSE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE!!!

Also Wilford almost killed him for it

So yeah he just kinda hates you

You’ve tried to get along with him but he just wouldn’t

He finally talked to you when Bing called him a little bitch

Still hates you, but can tolerate your existence now

Bing fuckin’ adores you

You are just wonderful to him

You can FLY??!! You have WINGS???!!!!!

You don’t really care that he is an artificial BEING????!!!!!!!!

You’re perfect

He does Sick Tricks™ to try to impress you

They never do

You appreciate the effort

You don’t see him a lot, but when you to it’s very entertaining

He taught you how to skateboard

You kinda sucked but he’s very supportive

He likes just hanging around you

It’s the only time he ever chills the fuck out

Everyone’s thankful to you for that

Your entire dynamic is “what if... i put... my minecraft bed... next to yours? haha just kidding... unless?”

The Host doesn’t really care about the wings??

I mean, he can’t see them, so… what’s the big deal

You appreciate that

He still does the uh… narration thing… with real people…

The stories end better now

You convinced him to make the stories end better

You sat with him to make SURE the stories end better

He also started writing novels recently

You help with plot and character development

He appreciates that

The Jims… don’t really care about you

I mean you’re interesting, of course

But they physically Cannot get a clear picture of you

Even if you agree to sit still, it just doesn’t happen

It is always, ALWAYS blurry

They eventually give up and leave you alone

They do spend a bit of time with you

You help them with demon episodes sometimes

You don’t do much, but they like the emotional support

King of the Squirrels is… well, he’s him

He doesn’t… he doesn’t do much

He hangs out with his squirrels. That’s pretty much it.

You just started hanging out with him one day

He didn’t mind

You two feed the squirrels while sitting by a tree

He lets you wear his crown sometimes

He draws his squirrels, and lets you see the pictures

He teaches you how to draw them

You two don’t talk, really

You just sit. And hang out.

He doesn’t really smile, but you can tell when he’s happy with you

[mostlyghostly42]

Heric, the fusion of The Host and Eric! I gave him an autumnal academia vibe since I think that fits the combination of the Host and Eric’s personalities. Heric has pretty bad eyesight, at least in his bottom 2 eyes. The top eye is very good at looking at details. Together they don’t form perfect 20/20 vision but he makes do with the regular blurry eyes and the one super detailed eye

[lamiasluck]

Eye for an Eye

Finally something for my siren au! A lil something for my friend @shy-marker-pliers since they love the good fish lads

Also thanks as always to my friend @emptynarration for letting me use his siren Host and also for editing this for me!

Eric had been wanting to find the siren that saved him in the past. However, it’s a big hard when he may have to look through the entire ocean.

 @alvie-ashgrove​ @verse2wo @juju-on-that-yeet @m4delin @ferociousfangirlofmanyfandoms @rmdreams @lildevyl

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The waves were calm and quiet. They brushed against the smooth rocks and helped dampen Eric’s fins as he rested. Yet, what usually was a serene scene was drowned out by the siren’s busy mind. He looked out into the vast sea and searched for something. Someone. It would be nearly impossible to find this someone. How odd that he wanted not to be in his usual isolation. Being in one’s company was as chilling as the icy arctic waters, but this was a debt he needed to repay to another of his kind.

That monster of a siren that saved him not too long ago.

To think, such a beast was the reason why Eric could feel the waves brushing against his fins. He’s the reason why he could bask in the warm sun. Also the reason why he could feel panicked about whether or not he needed to apologize. Of course a siren like that would only cause conflict in Eric’s mind. 

He didn’t even know if this siren would still be nice to him. For all he knew, he might visit him while the monster had an empty stomach. Knowing his luck, that wasn’t an outlandish thought. 

Though, even if he wanted to make his amends; where would he go? He had seen that siren on a whim, and he had been in a dazed state when he saw him. Sirens as huge that one usually lived in the deep sea. They don’t come out from the depths, unless they’re hunting. A shiver ran down his spine as he hugged his tail to his chest; a quiet whimper falling from his lips. He really did meet that siren while he had been hungry. However, he was perfectly fine. He remembered something:

Hadn’t there humans on that boat?

He had seen the scraps of metal, and usually those weird nets were used by the humans, but there were none in sight when he explored around afterwards. It wasn’t bad to assume that that siren had made quick work of those people. So why spare him? Maybe this monster siren didn’t like eating other sirens. That reasoning could be enough to quiet down his worries. Anything that gets him off this lonely rock.

The first course of action would be to get a gift as an apology. He splashed into the water and explored around for something pretty. He couldn’t rely on just talking if he met the other again. He talked more to the ocean than he did with other living beings. So, a gift would do him well. Hopefully he could find a gift nice enough, that it wouldn’t seem like a piece of dirt to the other.

After scanning along the seafloor, and even going near the coastline once he saw there weren’t any humans- Eric found the perfect gift. It was the biggest, shiniest seashell he had ever seen- one of those that he had seen humans put against their ears to hear the ocean. That never made much sense to him; putting it against his ears only made him hear the underwater currents he always heard. Humans were always so strange with their rituals. If someone wanted to hear the ocean, they should just go to one. It was that easy for everyone, right? Right. However, the shell was quite pretty, as well as decently large, so it’d be perfect for a monster like his saviour.

He took the shell and clutched it close to his chest. A soft chirp came from him as he revelled in this small victory. Now onto the most important step: finding that monster siren. It sounded easy on the surface. Surely, someone like that would be spotted soon enough. However, Eric doesn’t recall ever seeing him before. Would he need to go to the deep sea? He wouldn’t be able to survive there for even a short while, but how else was he going to find him?

Well, that other siren was swimming around the surface when he saved him. So, if Eric just played the waiting game, then everything should be fine. He needed to keep his gift safe and keep an eye out for his saviour. Shouldn’t be too bad. In the meantime, he could swim around and search for him in the general area. It was harder to hunt while clutching the shell close, he didn’t want it to get stolen, but he managed to get some scraps here and there. No fishing nets involved, thankfully. 

The days kept passing, but Eric saw no sight of the big siren. His tattered fins were growing tired of the constant searching. He swam unsteadily and slowly by the week’s end; moving near the seafloor and taking breaks often. Sleep hadn’t been easy to come by either. He travelled far enough from his usual, comfortable den near the coast’s surface. It was hard to feel safe in the unknown. 

Maybe he should’ve turned back, but he’d hate to go back empty handed. At this rate, it would be unsafe to start travelling all that way in his condition anyway. A soft, distraught chirp rumbled through him. This adventure could’ve been pointless. That big siren may want nothing to do with him even if he does find him. He needed to go back, and that idea made his heart break. 

Through, right now he needed some rest. He hugged the shell to himself and looked around for a place to sleep. The water was a deep blue and unclear. Not much around here except mud, the stray schools of fish that passed by, and a large den in the near distance. There weren’t many choices here, but he hoped this den didn’t belong to a hungry shark. Even swimming the short distance weared down on him, but he made it to the den and flopped against the floor. 

He quickly looked around and chirped quietly. No response, thankfully. He curled in on himself, revelling in his defeat. He should’ve shown his appreciation for his saviour when he had the chance. Hopefully that siren was doing good nowadays. Probably doing better than him. 

The moment he closed his eyes, he promptly passed out. He wasn’t sure for how long, but once he woke up, he found that nothing had changed. Or, he thought nothing had changed. A shocked squeak left him as he realized his prized shell was gone. It must’ve floated away from his arms, but he didn’t see it anywhere. He swam around the den, letting out distressed chirps, and searched high and low. He couldn’t lose his gift on this adventure. Even if he didn’t find the other siren, it would’ve been nice to keep that shell for himself.

It was nowhere to be found. Eventually, Eric slowed down and sat against a rock. He let out a high-pitched whine in sorrow, then another, and another. Until he was weeping the best a creature like him could, with full body shudders making him freeze in his curled up position. He had failed. He wanted to do something right for once. To not be so lonely on his rock by the shore. But in here? He had never felt more alone than ever. 

His cries echoed throughout the den; only him and his pathetic song. All for an audience of no one. That was, until, another cry responded to him. It rippled through the den and shook Eric to his core, low and curious. He looked in fear at the darker part of the den. He wasn’t sure how deep this place went, now that he thought about it. He couldn’t see the den’s end. Another cry echoed in his ears, much louder than the first.

It was a no brainer. He needed to get out of here. With quick reflexes, he began swimming outside to, hopefully, safer waters. He looked back into the dark den, only to see something small shine faintly. His shoulders slumped as his heart dropped. The shell. 

Of course, he could’ve gotten another one somewhere, but his brain told him to save this one from whatever monster was in here. He wanted to not fail at something. Anything. And getting that shell would be it. He quickly went over to the boulder it was wedged under. The waves must’ve pushed it in there; it laid stuck between the wall and the rock. So, he reached in, barely managing to grasp its edges, and pulled as hard as he could. It wouldn’t budge. He shivered as the monster rumbled again and he desperately tried to pull harder. A sudden wave of sand washed over him, making him spiral backwards at the force. He shook off the dust and saw the monster approach from the depths with a powerful swim towards him. While he braced for the worst, his eyes widened as he saw who it was. His saviour.

It was like someone was putting his heart in an unsteady current; going up and down, up and down. He still kept his guard up and prepared to swim away at any moment, but he looked at the other with an odd relief. His saviour grumbled again, tilting his head and staring unfocused at him. Those dull, golden eyes were as big as Eric himself, but seemed hard of sight. 

Eric let out a cautious purr from his chest, a greeting of sorts, and was relieved to hear the other try to reciprocate the tone. Did this siren recognize him? They had a stare off for a moment, before the other moved forward in a slow motion. Eric immediately swam away. Though, he hesitated and continued to watch the other. Not dead yet; he wanted so badly to do what he set out to do. His fear may be there, but he didn’t spend a week travelling to run away again.

The siren introduced himself as The Host. A name given by the humans, but a lot of sirens took the names passerbys gave them. Host kept a distance away from Eric as he explained that this cave was a home to him; one of the only places big enough to house him, actually. Apparently, it was nice to emerge from the deep sea to explore the surface. Eric was surprised this cave was considered “the surface,” but he understood. 

It must be lonely in here, so secluded in a cave or hiding in the deep sea. Though, Eric supposed he was lonely up on his little rock on the surface as well. He couldn’t remember the last time he had talked to a fellow siren, so he better get this right. A sudden trilling noise rumbled through him as he wiggled his tail. His present! A -surprisingly- friendly siren, like Host, deserved a present. It couldn’t have been a lost cause, not with how it taunted him by being so close. 

Eric attempted to fish out the seashell from the boulder again. He squeezed in as far as he could between it, wiggling his tail to pull the wedged thing out. Though, he didn’t want to break the precious shell. Not with how hard it had been to get it here. He hissed in frustration; however, he found that it was soon easy to get it. There suddenly was a lot more room to swim through.

Host had lifted up the boulder effortlessly. The heavy rock fit nicely in the palm of his hand, looking like a mere skipping stone. He stared curiously as to what Eric was doing, head tilted and a confused rumble leaving his throat. He set the rock down beside Eric with a quiet thud. 

Such amazing strength left Eric fascinated. Well, maybe he could’ve asked Host to help with this. Surprises were more fun, though. And no wonder he saw those metal scraps after Host saved him. The ship must’ve been torn apart. He was glad he wasn’t meeting the business end of Host’s claws. 

Now with his gift, Eric presented it to Host with a happy purr. Host had to lean closer to squint at it. It was shiny enough for someone with bad eyesight to tell it was special, at least. If Host’s reaction of purring in surprise was anything to go by. Host’s face became tinted a light red as he blushed. 

Eric tilted his head. He made Host blush? Poor siren must not get a lot of gifts. He placed the shell in Host’s hand. It was barely the size of the gigantic siren’s fingertip, but it was still lovely. So fragile looking, and now housing a few scuff marks from the boulder. Not that Host could see them. Probably. Though, such a small gift was getting a big reaction. It was nice that it was a positive thing, but it looked like Host was shell shocked. Eric thought about it, before something clicked. Host was worried that he didn’t have a gift to give back! Eric did think he was a kind soul now, it only seemed right.

He explained that it was okay that Host didn’t give a gift back, but that seemed to be more confusing. Host tilted his head at him and tried to explain himself. It seemed only right to give a gift back, Host believed, but Eric reassured him it was fine. Host apologized for not reciprocating the “feeling,” he kept reassuring him it was okay. Maybe deep sea sirens take gifts much more seriously. 

After a much needed talk, Eric swam forward and patted Host’s hand. All he wanted was to get to know his saviour, not gifts. Material ones, at least- it was a gift to be friendly to Host. Though, perhaps something would be nice.

A shy, soft purr left Eric’s lips. Host listened with a tense posture, only to blink in confusion at the question. Eric really would like to stay a little longer here. His fins were killing him from such a long trip. He joked lightly about the ordeal, while Host looked like he was shot by a harpoon. Still, the big siren gently scooped Eric up in his hands and took him deep into his cave for some well deserved rest. All while staring at Eric with the most intrigued look.

What did a gift mean to the deep sea siren? Eric should figure that out in the future- by giving more gifts, of course!

[voonespelle]

Can someone write like a series of fanfics of Dark singing with his god voice and Anti just happening to pop in in the nick of time to hear him. In the end, it sort of lead them into a relationship because Anti starts to actually see Dark as like an actual person. Eventually falling in love with him. Just the thought of Anti calming down because of Dark’s singing makes me go UwU.

[regalrain]

This is just a random mismatch of ships plus some one’s canon to my and @doctordiscord123’s rp threads or au’s. I didn’t both labeling them, but know the Illinois with Ivy is different to the Illinois with the others.

[parental-tendencies]

Kisses Warm as Summer Sun

@theshysepticeye thanks for telling me to write this and @lamiasluck you’re a heric shipper too right? sfw!

guess who got lonely at 6 am

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  They were curled up in bed together, the weak morning sunlight dancing over Eric's shoulders and just beginning to brush against the Host's chest.  He was drawing gentle lines across Eric's face: tracing a path across Eric's cheeks, up the bridge of his nose, over his forehead.  Eric made happy little humming noises, huffing a tiny little laugh as the Host brushed over the sensitive skin of his eyelids.  Neither of them had any intention of leaving their sleep-warmed cocoon of blankets.  The Host's hand came to rest along Eric's jaw, his thumb gently caressing his jawline.

 “May the Host kiss Eric?” Not quite a whisper, but his voice was quiet and rumbled low in his chest.  Eric squeezed his eyes shut, shoulders tensing slightly as if to rise to meet the Host's lips. He was interrupted by the Host's gentle finger coming to land on his face, in the middle of his forehead..  “May the Host kiss him here?” Eric sank back into his pillow, eyes softening and a tired, warm smile appearing on his face. He hummed a quiet permission, and snuggled further into the Host's warm chest.

Feather-light, the Host pressed a kiss into Eric's forehead, earning a pleased hum that soon turned into a delighted giggle.  The Host's heart nearly burst at his love's bell-like laugh.  “May the Host kiss Eric again?”  He furrowed his brow seriously, as if his next decision was of utmost importance. As it was, obviously. “Here?”  He placed a finger on Eric's cheek, just along the bone.  Eric giggled again and nodded, and when the Host lowered a kiss onto his boyfriend's cheek, it was bunched up from smiling.

 He tapped ever-so-lightly on Eric's nose next, and asked to kiss him there. Next, permission was acquired to kiss between his brows, and then over each eye. They lost count eventually, asking and giving and laughing; wrapped in blankets and coated in sunshine.

[weirdlyobsessedwithegos]

Masterlist of fics

NEW LIST HERE!!!

All my fics are gender neutral unless explicitly stated otherwise! Fics in written chronological order under each ego ^_^ Updated: 04/06-2020

All fics

Actor!Mark

Prompt: “I think you’re amazing…even if I don’t say it much, I really do. The things you do…”

The Author

Prompt: “We can never be together” kiss

Darkiplier

A lot more than static: You’re the DA, left behind in the mirror. What happens to you?

Chapter 1/3, Chapter 2/3

Prompt: “You’re going to smother me in my sleep aren’t you?”/“I can’t believe that I’m snowed in. With you” + Wilford

Prompt: “[David Attenborough voice] And here we see the lesser spotted ____ in their natural habitat” (Male reader)

Fic: You’re a merperson, and Dark comes to your usual meeting

Prompt: Jealous kiss/“Are you angry…?”

Fic: Some slight angst/comfort with DA reader

Prompt:  One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other/Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing

Prompt: Dark wanting to make a special dinner but he gives up and just makes pasta but y/n is like ??? because the pasta is really good 

Fic: Reader is the former DA & Y/N. Dark thinks there has always been something with their eyes

Prompt: Dark being soft around his S/O, but still scary as hell, so he ask why they aren’t scared of him

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Eric Derekson

Prompt: Cuddling with Eric during a thunderstorm

Fic: Eric comes to your and Dark’s apartment

Fic: You and Dark being a bit touchy and fond with Eric

Prompt:  Starting With A Kiss Meant To Be Gentle, Ending Up In Passion

Googleplier

Prompt: When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More

Heist!Mark

Prompt: When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More / A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me”

The Host

Prompt: Seductive kiss

Prompt: Spin the bottle kiss

Illinois

Prompt: Illinois with a new partner that flirts back

Prompt: “I know you’re not a fan of Valentine’s day…I just thought that maybe I could change your mind…”

Prompt: Poly soulmate wrist mark AU (+Yancy)

Wilford Warfstache

Prompt: “You could have at least left a note. We were worried about you.”

Prompt: “You’re going to smother me in my sleep aren’t you?”/“I can’t believe that I’m snowed in. With you” + Darkiplier

Prompt: Kiss on the nose/Caught off-guard kiss

Yancy

Prompt: Yancy is an overprotective boyfriend

Prompt: Yancy as the school bad boy that also does theatre

Prompt: Bringing a smoothie to Yancy in prison

Prompt: “I don’t think you realise just how many people want to date you…I mean you’ve got a queue longer than the one to get into Glastonbury” (Male reader)

Prompt: Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed

Prompt: Poly soulmate wrist mark AU (+Illinois)

NEW LIST HERE!!!