#illinios ahwm

[intolerable-sushi]

What ego would you like to see me write next?

[darknessistheenemy]

My humble contribution

[annie-quill]

Illinois Headcanons (AHWM)

I have an obvious favorite from the heist so have some hcs of Adventure Jones-

He has a fear of frogs; okay I know I'm lowkey stealing this from that post but I love it sm that its now in my hc list.

Illy loves all life despite that fear, he was always the one that took bugs out of the house for his mom. If you're scared of some animal he'll either extract you or it from the area, gentle either way.

He loves snakes and other creepy crawlies even! If he could’ve had a pet growing up, it would’ve been a big ol’ snake!

He was the only son to a single mother before he began his adventures, having two older sisters. This helps when Y/N is someone who menstruates, as he knows certain plants that help with pain relief and would happily cuddle you until you feel better enough to go on.

Illinois is a coffee in the morning kind of person. I actually wrote a longer hc of this and submitted it Here, but I’ll plop it here too: Illinois is the kind of person that isn’t approachable before his morning coffee, but as his partner he’ll happily share the time with you. Sitting in the opening of whatever cave you’ve both camped in, hands around a warm mug of joe (little bit of creamer but no more) and snuggled up to you under a blanket pulled from your tent. You two watch the sun slowly rise and each other perk up before your next adventure, sharing the cool morning air and coffee flavored kisses.

He's actually from Illinois, using the state for his name the way they do in Zombieland. He's afraid that giving you his real name will make him too attached to you, and make your inevitable death hurt worse.

He has the same curse as Abe the Detective, where every one of his partners has died. That's why he leaves you so quickly after you return the monkey statue. Making you his next partner will secure your soon death.

As much as he teases you about falling in love with him, Illinois is basically the opposite of demiromantic. He falls in love with almost everyone he meets, it just takes time and bonding for the love to solidate from attraction to pure devoted love.

He's bi. Next headcanon.

He loves fall/winter time. When it’s still warm in the day but chilly enough at night he can get out the heavy sleeping bag that just so happens to fit two,, uwu

He’s slightly taller than other egos, besides Google and Magnum, and the fact he wears boots with a lift and a hat make him appear even taller.

He’s strong. He’s always lifting rocks out of the way and holding up his own weight to climb, so he’s very strong and will show off by carrying you, even if you can walk.

His hat came from his dad, who passed away before he was born. Illinois only knows things that his mom and sisters told him about dear ol’ dad growing up. He can often be seen pulling an Indiana Jones and running back to save the hat.

If I can think of more, I’ll add them in- I just love my Mans. Also feel free to send asks talking about Illy uwu (read as: PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT HIM)

[thetruequeenoftheabyss]

Illi and Yancy cutsy halloween chibis because the halloween can't be contained

[number1120]

Y’all remember this? Well, I did it again

Dark

Wilford

Actor/Mark

Annus

Doctor Iplier

Jim

Eric Derickson

Yancy

Illinois

Host

Who should I do next?

[lulu-chaos-incarnation]

Imagine Illinois as an assassin who was sent by a musical theatre actor (Actor marc) to kill another musical theatre actor called Yancy cause Yancy was becoming more popular than him and he didn't like that. But then Illy falls in love with Yancy and ends up not killing him

[mizzuniki]

[darkie-parkie]

Couple of doodles totally not inspired by that completely normal video today with no sort of train-themed Heist teaser

[gr8pe-soda]

Ok here’s the real tea

Mark wants us to thirst over captain magnum bc it’s the only time he’s tall. Illinois and yancy are just as short as mark and he’s bitter about it

[bondsofyouses]

indiana jones illinois

a whole man

[lolbye-leavingthisaccount]

Turning Egos into Furries pt 1

Bing has 2 designs because I got stummped and liked them both

[hawkeye221b]

I uh... made some icons of Illinois.

(Feel free to use with credit)

[intolerable-sushi]

I love how easily the markiplier fandom can separate him from his characters. Like Yancy, Dark, and Illinios are the babes of the group. The Jims, Eric, and Bim(despite his cannibal tendencies) are the babies. 

And then there’s Mark.

The dirty, rabid man who is constantly telling his fans to stop being so thirsty. And they just look at him like.

They say, “No, we do what we want you rabid man. >:(” Throw the whole man away.

I kid, I kid.I love this fandom.

[probablylilyowo]

It's 1:30 am but if you can't tell I really like Illinois

[thetruequeenoftheabyss]

Long hair Illinois propaganda time

[number1120]

To be Fed

For @weirdlyobsessedwithegos and @echo-echo31….your welcome

⚠️Tw: Blood, biting, suggestive things. Read at your own risk!⚠️

Once the room darken and they were alone after the fight, Illinois knelt in front of the inmate in the corner, his arms over their head to shield themselves from the other’s eyes. With a hesitant hand, Illinois rested his palm against Yancy’s bloodied face, the bruises around his jaw swollen to the touch. Yancy winces at first but gave into the touch, leaning into the adventurer’s hand like a puppy.

“You must be hungry,” Illinois said softly, running his fingers through his thick black hair. “Aren’t you, Yan?”

Yancy nodded, his opening slightly for pearly white fangs to glow in the dark. He looked up at Illinois with broken and hungry eyes. He could feel the blood rushing throughout the body, his heart pounding in his chest like a steady hammer. He closed his eyes as he smelt the sweet nectar and could feel the space between them grow closer, and wasn’t it bittersweet to feel the static from the brave adventurer.

He felt Illinois rest his open wrist to his lips, the skin brushing his teeth like silk. Yancy’s heavy brown eyes shifted and changed to a burning fire red as his hunger took over. Fight the Actor took a lot from him, more than he thought of he was being honest of he with himself. Yancy left feather-light kisses to saw his thanks before biting down, cutting through the skin as if he was biting an apple. A soft gasp escaped from Illinois’ lips and a whimper escaped as Yancy fed.

Yancy’s hands grasped his arm to steady Illinois. His heartbeat quickened in his grasp as his head leaned against Yancy, resting on his shoulder, as he felt life leave him. It was both exciting and terrifying, but Illinois loved it. He felt like he was alive. If the vampire would to tell him open himself like a flower, he would do it. He would be willing to be Yancy’s for the night even if it meant his life could be taken. He could live off this high forevermore.

Yancy took notice and bit hard, taking in a deep drink, and he earned a gasp and a hidden moan in the back of Illinois’s throat, his name whispered like a prayer.

How he wanted to hear him again, to hear his name being purred like that one more time.

Yancy felt the other’s body starting to grow limp. Ever so slowly and gently, Yancy pulled away, his fangs retracting back, his mouth covered in blood. He licked the wound gingerly and left kisses again that trailed up to Illinois’s neck and jawline. Tired ice blue eyes looked up at Yancy as he planted a kiss against his cheek, licking small hints of blood of his skin.

“Youes did so good,” Yancy praised as he kissed his neck. “Thank youes.”

Illinois moved his neck a bit so his skin could have more of those kisses, his breath hitching when he felt fangs teasing at a vein. The vampire pulled away and went back to his wrist as his finished licking and cleaning the wound.

“Again.”

Yancy lifted his head as he stole a long, drown-out kiss. Yancy watched as Illinois follow his lips as they parted. His hand cuffed his lower jaw and made him look up to meet his red ember eyes. He left a smile against his skin then breathed, “I will… I promise, little adventurer.”

It went like this for the rest of the night. Bite marks and teeth imprints littered Illinois’s body, hints of blood drawn across his skin as he left scratches against Yancy’s perfect skin. To be fed on is like a gift. To be held is like a blessing. To be marked and claimed… that’s something that Illinois couldn’t want more. To belong and to be his— it’s more than any treasures he’s found.

Let it be love or lust. A haze or a fever dream. He didn’t care. Yancy didn’t care. They were together through the thunder storms that rolled over the land, and they were in each other’s arms in the morning. The bruises painted against their skins, Yancy kneading the tinder skin in the sunlight. Illinois smiled at Yancy and took his hand. He left a kiss in his palm.

“Again?”

“Soon, Illy,” Yancy promised. “I promise.”

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There. The story that I wrote a couple days ago.