The Host - Blog Posts
Okay, this idea just came into my head and now it's like a plague that haunts my mind.
Imagine
The "Ipliers" and the "jse"'s are somehow all in one meeting place, it's a very rare moment where they are all there to discuss business or something else that is extremely important. One of them had brought snacks for everyone else (probably one of the "jse"'s), and they knew how much Mark likes Talkies. So they brought enough for all of the "Ipliers", so while everyone is talking business. They are also eating, so you can imagine the look of disgust and horror at the sight of all of the "Ipliers" 'eating' Talkies in the most horrific way.
The "Ipliers" have no idea why they are freaking out, so while they are trying to communicate every few seconds you can hear/see a Talkie dropping to the table. At this point, the "jse"'s are practically in TEARS. They end up just giving the "Ipliers" whatever they wanted, just so they would STOP and go away.
Winged AU
Raven’s advice
Dark walked home to the house he shared with his, well friend to be honest. The Host, or Issac as he was better known was an interesting character both physically and personality wise. He was an radio host-cum-podcast creator who had a dry wit and sharp tongue. the only thing that hurt more than being hit by his cane was his insults, somehow creatively unique for each person.
Physically he was a few inches taller than dark, this infuriated the goshawk which normally made Issac chuckle. On his back where a pair of glossy black raven wings tucked tightly in, never used, not because they where clipped, the conspiracy revolution to got them rights to fly, claiming that they ate fruit and seeds too so they should be allowed to fly, but many protested. Issac was attacked by some teenagers with a knife when he was 16, causing him permanent blindness. This meant without help he was grounded.
Dark opened the door and heard the raven in his room just finishing recording a podcast. The podcasts and radio show where fairly popular with the grounded, as the Host interacted with them daily, finding relevant topics to them and their interests, hopes and dream, something many radio hosts failed to bring.
Dark walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass and filled it with water then taking a sip as he listened to the raven come down the stairs. He watched at the other man came through the door wearing a flannel and dark jeans.
“Dark” the mans soothing voice stated
“Host, how are you?”
“Good, but you sound off” the host’s head turned to the side in curiosity
Dark ignored the statement and continued drinking.
“Is it a good guess something happened?”
dark gave him a glare. Issac just smirked.
“i am right then, what was it,was it a-”
“Shut up Issac” Dark snapped grumpily, “I don’t ask about your personal life”
“That because you don’t care, i’m sure you would kill me if I talked about my love life with Edward” the man walked over to the fruit bowl and grabs a handful of grapes.
“If you are insinuating i like him your wrong” the goshawk frowned
“Hey, i wasn’t, don’t get your feathers in a ruffle. I was just saying if you-”
“I don’t” he snapped again
“IF you like them you should meet up with them, now I got a date with a handsome owl so I will be on my way” and with that he grabbed his beige trench coat and left to meet his boyfriend, a owl, Dr Edward Iplier, a pathologist who works with police to examine bodies from crime scenes.
Dark sighed after the raven left the room, and sat down at the table. How had a canary brought his day to such a halt?
The canary could really have anyone. He was a late time TV star after all. He was bright energetic and the complete opposite of him.
But opposites attract, right?
I WOULD LOVE TO
GREETINGS MARKIPLIER FANS
if I made an ego mansion group rp on discord would anyone be interested in joining ? 👀
The Host: 2020 vs 2024
Tbh one of my personal Headcanons is that Mark voiceover in ADWM, AHWM, & ISWM, is The Host. Especially since there’s barely any emotion in the voice, kinda like how he was in Markiplier TV.
“Tread lightly upon the eyes of our mistress.” -The Host
Introduction
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Greetings and salutations everyone! My name is Lotus, my pronouns are They/He.
I am a multi-fandom writer, I haven’t posted anything but I do write a lot in my spare time and I would be happy if you guys sent in suggestions or request on what I should write.
For now, the fandom’s I will write for is
-Lego Monkie Kid (LMK)
-The Stanley Parable
-The Monkey King: Reborn
-New Gods: Ne Zha Reborn
-Markiplier egos
-Septiceye egos
-Stardew Valley
(Will add more in future)
I do have to warn you: !!Updates will be slow!!
I struggle with motivation a lot, and I also overthink a lot when I write so please, be patient with me.
I have a few important things to say before I move onto what I will and will not write:
This is a gender-neutral blog. All readers will be classified as gender-neutral or if you are transgender. If you want something specific, then you will have to DM me.
I also write for myself, writing my comfort characters x my persona and will probably post some of my work on here. I am not entirely comfortable with writing others personas or OC’s just yet but I am not opposed to doing so, if you would like me to write any OC’s, self inserts, or persona’s, please DM me and we’ll discuss it!!
This applies to my do's and don'ts, but this is very important for everyone to hear. Do not request anything that goes against the creators wishes, especially if you know that your request is going to be against their boundaries. If you do so, I'm going to say no. We need to respect everyone's boundaries, including the creators! They have every right to have a set of boundaries and should be respected.
What I will write:
-Fluff
-Implied Suggestive content (depending on the fandom I am writing for)
-Yandere Content
-X reader
-Headcanons
-Oneshots
What I will NOT write:
-Incest
-P*dophilia
-Character x Character
-Any serious topics such as sexual harassment, r@pe, self harm (this one might have an exception), etc
-Smut
One more important thing. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK AND CREDIT ME IF YOU DECIDE TO SHARE MY WORK
That’s all, have a good Day/Afternoon/Night! Hope to write for you soon! 💜💜💛💛
I'm away from my art tablet, so have some pen sketches of these idiots i love dearly
A Dr. Iplierst Drabble
The garden behind the manor was always lovely this time of year. Spring showers caused the blooming and rejuvenation of the flowers that had temporarily died and retreated during the winter months. Pinks, blues, reds, and all sorts of other hues popped up across the garden, a nice accompaniment to the soft greens and yellows of the vines and grass that began crawling their way back up.
The pathways’ cracks always managed to get weeds in them at the beginning of the season, which was always a pain to deal with. After years of doing it, you tend to just give up and allow nature to do its thing. Dandelions and various wildflowers sprouted out amongst the weeds as well, so it wasn’t too bad in the end. Those sorts of things were inevitable anyway, so might as well let them be.
Despite the fact that The Host could never truly appreciate his surroundings, his narrations the closest thing he had to sight, he still came here to write when the weather was nice. All the noises and smells filled him with a certain sense of inspiration that his library simply couldn’t provide. The smell of the flowers right after the rain had fallen; the sounds of King’s squirrels running along the fence; the sound of his own footsteps hitting the stone path and the occasional puddle; all of this filled him with such joy and hope that he couldn’t help but write.
He didn’t get this opportunity as The Author, yet another thing that separated him from that horrible, demented man. Living in a cabin in the middle of the woods didn’t exactly make for a great time outside in the rain. The area around his home always got muddy and made it hell to walk through if he needed to walk to town for anything. The trees’ leaves always collected water that dripped unpleasantly down the back of his neck and soaked the back of his shirt. Overall it put the already bitter man into a worse mood than he already was.
Here, in this garden, The Host didn’t have to deal with that. The Host could sit there, content as could be as he enjoyed the area with the senses he could appreciate it with. The sound of pencil or pen on paper was somehow even better accompanied by the sounds of water dripping from vines and the chittering of squirrels. It left The Host with a calm mind and relaxed muscles.
One may think that the garden and its solitude would be just perfect for The Host, which he, at one point, would’ve agreed with. But now that his metaphorical eyes had been opened, he had to admit that the sound of his boyfriend walking over to ‘his’ bench in the garden made him far happier than the rustling leaves did. Occasionally, the clinking of spoons on ceramic came with the footsteps, a sign Dr. Iplier had gotten them both tea. That was perfection to him now: the company of Dr. Iplier in this calming garden.
“The Host turns his head as he hears Edward’s approach, smiling softly as his lover comes to sit next to The Host.” He narrates, a soft smile coming to his face as predicted as Dr. Iplier came close. “The Host inquires about Edward’s day as Edward hands Host his cup of tea.”
Dr. Iplier chuckled gently as he sat beside The Host, handing him the not-to-hot cup of tea over to him. “It was good, shockingly. Henrik and I had the same shift today, so I got to work with him. No patients were lost, so that’s a plus as well. How was yours? Don’t tell me you sat out here all day..” He hummed, leaning his head gently on The Host’s shoulder.
The Host took a sip of his tea, the familiar mix of cinnamon and caramel warming his body. He sighed softly, letting the warmth spread through his chest before he spoke, “The Host will not confirm nor deny Edward’s suspicions.” He said, tone lightly teasing. “Can Edward blame him? The garden is a calming presence to The Host when Edward is off saving lives at the hospital. It’s simply inspiring.”
Dr. Iplier let his eyes roll out of habit, but he couldn’t truly be mad at The Host. He had to agree with him on the calming aura of the area, but he couldn’t agree with the fact The Host probably hadn’t gone inside to even eat or change his bandages. With this thought in mind, he gently reached out and held the hand that wasn’t occupied by the mug.
“Well, once we’re done with our tea, we should probably head inside. I’ve had a long day, we both need to eat, and I want to get your bandages changed.” He said, knowing that trying to drag The Host inside now was likely not going to happen.
“The Host supposes Edward is right, and he thanks him for allowing the two to sit outside as they drink.” The Host said, allowing his head to rest on top of Dr. Iplier’s. “The Host loves Edward..”
“I love you too, Host..”
Was playing ‘Where is Markiplier?’ And noticed some possible references to the series Can You Wake Up (or maybe the other way around? Idk which came first)
Both the game and the fic are by @falseroar and are absolutely incredible, I only got 3/6 endings but I swear I will save the DA
(Also, what was in that book that the Host yanked away 😗)
Anyways, I recommend, very fun and it reminded me of the series which I miss dearly and wished never ended
:Iplier Ego's:
Redrew the edgy boys....
I was watching Danger In Fiction earlier and my big sister asked what I was watching and what it was about and I have never wanted to explain something with such confidence in my life
Very late at night I'm running low on energy I'm tired as hecc but here's Markiplier/Jacksepticeye(happy bday dude) egos as things I have said
Host: I have decided that I no longer want to be here.
Murdock: I will consume your eyes like grapes
The Author: I'm going to eat the skin in between each of your fingers
Darkiplier: ShadowMilk if you can hear this PLEASE come home
God of Night: I'm slim shaky yes I'm real shaky
The Necromancer: Why can't we link arms and frolic down the pathway together :(
Wilford: Look at this hat, sexiest hat in the world
Actor: PLEASECOMEHOMEIMBEGGINGPLEASE
Google: You mention him and I'm gonna yap so hard you'd rather prefer being next to a rocket engine then me
Bing: Oi, "dude" is my thing >:<
Chase Brody: The Compressing Hallway of Doom😰
Antisepticeye: I don't get the fuss really, you can get away with anything if you don't get caught
JJ: My brain isn't braining
Henrik: Wanna know what "Birth Control Pills" in German is? Antibabypillen
Robbie: [...] please it's 6:55 my brain doesn't work at this time
Marvin: Wanna see some real magic? *leaves the room*
JBM: *redesigning MLP characters* Yeah I'm doing my homework :/
Bonuses!!!!
Celine(my wife fr): I don't care I'm not interested in Wizard Cookie >:<
Celci: *fixes one thing* I swear I do everything in this house
Mack: Totally understand definitely makes so much sense thank you so much for definitely and clearly understanding me *peak sarcasm*
Damien: I could treat him better smh😔
I am so sorry if I missed anybody I'll add those to the next part😔😔😔😔😔
There's someone in the window 🫣
ᵒᵏ ʸᵃᵖᵖˢ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˣ ᵍᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ⁿᵉᵘᵗᵘʳᵃˡ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡˡʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵘʳ ᶠᵃᵛ ⁱᵖˡⁱᵉʳ ᵉᵍᵒ ᵒᵏ ʸᵒᵘʳᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵐᵃᶻⁱⁿᵍ ᵘʳ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ⁿᵒᵇᵒᵈʸ ˢᵉᵉˢ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢⁱˡˡʸ ᵖᵉᵖ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ⁱᵐ ᵍⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ˡᵒˡˢ
F͟e͟a͟t͟h͟e͟r͟s͟- Winged! Author× Gender Neutural Reader
ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵇᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵇᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵘʳ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ʷᵉˡˡ ʸᵃᵖᵖˢ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ
Summary: You've noticed feathers only belonging to your lover scattered everywhere and you decide to find out why
TW: None
Notes: Author is called Ozzy(Yes I will be using this name unless I decide to change it lol)
They were everywhere.
Feathers. Everywhere.
You sighed as you scooped up a handful of tiny fluffy feathers and plopped them into a bag. This was the 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 time today, why were there feathers everywhere? You hadn't the slightest clue. What you 𝒅𝒊𝒅 know was that every last feather belonged to your lover and it was time to find out why they were 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.
You carefully opened the door to Ozzy's room. Careful not to startle him. It was mostly silent apart from the usual ruffle of wings.
"Hey Oz," you said as you made your way inside, placing the 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 bags of feathers on a nearby desk.
Ozzy spun around on his spinny-chair and faced you. Quickly eyeing the three bags, realising what this was about and slowly began to push himself back agaisnt the wall.
You knew moving too fast would scare him, but it was only way to catch him before he flapped himself off somewhere. You slowly began to move towards him, almost prowling, like a stalking cat, hunting prey.
"𝑂𝑧𝑧𝑦," you sighed, "Come on, it's okay. I just need to see what's going on."
Of course he wasnt listening. It was common for him to comepletely ignore another person. Casual Ozzy behaviour. Now wasn't the time. You needed to see what was going on. And it was clear Oz was worried about you finding out.
"Ozzy, please, I-" you were distracted by the very rapid shake of Ozzy's wings, causing feathers to drift off them, like dust in the air after it's blown off a surface.
"Ah. I see." Conclusion made. Mystery of the feathers solved. Case closed. Ozzy had missed grooming day. Again. It wasn't uncommon for this to happen. Too busy focused on writing to realise. It's only a problem when the wings start to bother him, then the ruffling-shaking commences and feathers go 𝑓𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 everywhere.
You reached into your pocket, knowing you had that preening tool somewhere. You eventually found it. You lifted it into sight. A small, white object about the same size as the middle finger with width of the centre three fingers on the hand. Two curves were in the side, allowing for easy hand placement. Shaped almost similiar to a bird's beak.
"Ozzy, come on. It ain't gonna hurt you. All the bothering will vanish. You'll be fi-Yeah you ain't listening are you?"
No. The answer was no. Small unvolintary chirps of worry coming from your lover's mouth. That was the only noise you've heard from him so far.
Within seconds you had jumped straight for Ozzy, causing squawks and screeches of confusion and panic. Moments within your awsome leap of faith you'd already had him on the floor.
"You're getting those wings groomed wether you like it or not. Not that I need to say because I know you love it," You said. "If I let you go promise you wont flap away from me. I just need you to sit up so I can do this properly."
Ozzy had calmed down eventually. Taking in what was happening, nothing he could do to escape. He gave a deep sigh before responding,
"𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑒"
"Finally, you talked," you chuckle to yourself, letting Ozzy go so he could actually sit himself up. You held your grooming tool carefully and began to preen through your lover's feathers. Within seconds the purring had already started, only getting louder as the process continued. It wasn't long, only took a minute or two to finish.
"Ok, all done," you stated, patting Ozzy on the shoulder, smiling. He had melted completely on the bedside, purring loudly.
"Ok, I'll be back soon, hun. Love you."
His reply was submerged under his purring. You smiled again before leaving.
ᵒᵏ ʸᵃᵖᵖˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈⁱᵈ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳᶠᵘˡ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ˡᵒᵃᵈ ⁱˢᵗᵍ
The Author HCS
{How does one change font colour on mobile help-}
📌His name is Ozzy
📌 Lil fangs. He chomp
📌 Music taste is all over the place. However he is a die-hard Sir-Mix-A-Lot fan to the end
📌 Half of his desk is just a number of different fidget toys
📌 Makes his own books. Litarally. Like designs the cover, glues the pages together, designs the page colours, ect
📌 Threw gender-norms out the window long ago so dont be alarmed if you walk in on him with one of those mini-skirts
📌 No idea what he is but ain't straight
📌 I like to think that he sounds like Fizzaroli out of Helluva Boss with Millie's(Also from Helluva Boss) accent.
📌 Totally bounces on his feet when he's excited
📌 The lights in his room are almost always off because really bright lights bother him. The only light is one of those pear-lamps on his desk.
📌 Totally collects random stuff like coins, rocks, buttons, ect
📌 Can mimic a ton of different animal noises which he totally doesnt use to his advantage
📌 Orange cat in black cat disguise
📌 The definition of >:)
📌 Ultimate Gossip Girlᵗᵐ
📌 Still has the bat from old times
📌 Likes to wander into the woods but gets lost like, halfway through wandering and just makes whistle noises until somebody finds him bc he doesnt have braincells
📌 Same thing with climbing trees. He's a pretty decent tree climber but has not the slightest idea how to get down. "Just come down the way you came up" Like he's gonna remember how he got up there in the first place smh😒
📌 Lowkey an animal whisperer
📌 Has these stuffed animals on his bed w̶h̶i̶c̶h̶h̶e̶t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶s̶l̶e̶e̶p̶s̶w̶i̶t̶h̶
📌 Loves anything to do with horror, mystery and science
📌 Suprisingly knows a ton-load abt space. "What's that thing up there?" "𝐎𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐲" "The Andro-what now?"
📌 Knows the most randomest yet ominous facts ever, like bro will just randomly drop "Hey [Insert Ego Name] did you know our galaxy and hundreds of others are being pulled towards this thing called The Great Attractor in space and some theorise there's something pulling the Great Attractor too? Ok bye ^ ^" and then said ego is just stood there like ಠ_ಠ
📌 Knows a concerning amount of murder tatics.
📌 Cat person.
📌 Will die for a pack of strawberries
📌 Loves being snuggled but you didnt hear that from me 😉
📌 Bro is not a morning person, if weren't for Wilford waking everybody up, my dude would be out until 3pm
📌 Has one of those smiles which you can't decide wether it's nice or threatening
📌 Sometimes dozes off at his desk bc bro stays up tryna work on books every night
📌 Falling asleep on chair= absoloutley 𝑺 𝑶 𝑹 𝑬 back in the mornings
📌 Physically cannot function without coffee
📌 Bro's got bat hearing. Like dude can hear every single word you're saying from about, 2 metres away
📌 Attention span the size of a grain of salt
📌 Randomly focuses on random objects
📌 Could actually be a magpie disguised as an orange cat disguised as a black cat
Ok all for now bye👋
UPDATES IN MY UNIVERSE FOR YALLS
Dark×Host is canon
Author's name is Ozzy
Necromancer's name is Milo
I know Mark said that Host and the Author are canonically the same person but I like to perceive them as two alternate versions of another. Ozzy being from the Twin!AU and Host being from the Iplier Universe we know
Ok. I stand my ground. Author×Murdock
NIGHT×NECROMANCER MARK IS BACK‼️
Since Dark is w/ Hostie Toastie Im shipping Wilford w/ Bim bc why not they're both silly
God of Night is from the Demonhunter!AU
Milo and Dark are from the EldritchHorror!AU
Oh yeah btw everyone that is "magic" has a dragon form bc I said so
Everyone has a tail and some form of animalistic trait.
DARKIPOOPER WON THE VOTE YALLS DARK×HOST IS NOW CANON AND OFFICIAL IN MY UNIVERSE🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥
IM ACTUALLY TWEAKING I HAVE SEEN SO.MANY.SHIPS.WITH HOST AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHO I SHOULD SHIP HIM WITH HELP
MORE NOIST BECAUSE IT HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD
Night: *drunk*
Host: Come on, let's get you home
Night: I am
Host: ??
Host: WhAt
Night: I'm with you
Host: *forgets how to breathe*
Host: Are you blushing?
Night: What, no
Host: Did I get the ever-stoic, hardcore, total badass God of Night to blush?
Night: No...It's...It's the cold
Host: Huh. It's the cold. And not that I told you "your face is freaking adorable and I bet the rest of you is too?"
Night: *blushing harder* *voice cracks* N-No.
HERE WE HAVE SOME NOIST TO FEED YALL
Please expect Demonhunter!AU HCS for Noist
Iplier Ego Manor HCSor whatnot idk what to call it
(Oh yeah btw Ive changed Necromancer Mark's name to Ezeikel and The Author's name to Ozzy. Also for the sake of making my life easier Im making a nickname for Ezeilkel which is Ez. So yeah)
📌 Dark and Wilford are the main peeps in charge of the manor.
📌 Every now and again there are meetings (similiar to what happened in Markiplier TV execpt everyone is there apart from Ez bc they can't be bothered to travel from to cave to manor to talk about useless stuff that rarely gets put up anyways) and these meetings mostly end in Dark loosing their mind with everyone.
📌 There is 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 constant background noise. The only pure quietness is if Dark's glitchy-aura stuff magically stops.
📌 Ofc they celebrate national holidays they ain't animals😒/j
📌 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 is in a relationship wether it's plantonic or romantic. The only one that isn't is Actor bc nobody wanna fw that bs
📌 Ez will drop by the manor every once in a while m̶o̶s̶t̶l̶y̶t̶o̶c̶h̶e̶c̶k̶o̶n̶g̶o̶d̶o̶f̶n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶w̶h̶o̶i̶s̶a̶c̶t̶u̶a̶l̶l̶y̶t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶h̶u̶s̶b̶a̶n̶d̶
📌 Whenever Ez does manage to drop by it mostly ends in a whole lot of chaos. Why? You ever heard of the question "What happens when an unstoppable force meets an unmovable object?" Yeah. That happens.
📌 Ozzy actually only cares for a few people *cough cough* Eric *cough cough* Host(surprisingly) *cough cough* Ez *cough cough* Dr.Iplier
📌 Ozzy is the only person in the manor that calls Dr.Iplier by his actual name(Edward)
📌 TRANSMASC HOST‼️‼️‼️
📌 Ez is one of the only (probably the only) person that calls Host by his actual name(Quill)
📌 Before he became Quill he was once Queenie
📌 Ez and Host actually have a really strong friendship
📌 NON-BINARY EZEIKEL‼️‼️‼️
📌 Ez actually dgaf abt what pronouns you use on him as long as ain't hurting anyone or offending anyone then he chill. Like you could call him haybale and he wouldn't gaf.
📌 GENDERFLUID DARKIPLIER‼️‼️‼️
📌 If anyone who ain't Dark catches themselves asleep in Wilford's room be prepared to wake up with drawings, stickers and sticky-notes all over your body.
📌 One of the egos (Night mainly) will drop by Ez's cave to see what's going on.
📌 So many wholesome interactions w/ the couples🥺
ALL FOR NOW BYE👋👋👋👋
*Anyone exists randomly*
Author: It's free real estate
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Hosty Toasty in both of my styles yippee
IPLIER EGO BLOG STUFF AND CRAP ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
B͟a͟s͟i͟c͟ r͟u͟l͟e͟s͟ and stuff
U can ask questions to any of the following egos on the list below.
Not necessairally(i cant spell) a RP Blog but yk who cares
We will not tolerate NSFW, P3d0phillia, Erotic RPS, ect
We 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 do OC requests idk
EGO LIST 😃
(these are the egos u can ask questions to+ a few bonuses)
Darkiplier
Wilford
The Host/The Author
Murdock
Drowned Man Mark
Engineer Mark
Any of the Jims
The Necromancer(who will be known as Milo for time being)
God of Night(Who'll be known as Nicole)
Yancy
Heist!Mark
Date!Mark
Dr.Iplier(Edward)
✨BONUS✨
Celine(my wife fr trust🙏)
Mack(Space!Matpat)
Any of the Septic egos
Actor Mark(stupid prick😒)
ANYWAYS ENJOY DA BLOG IG
(also random updates from the egos+my Hcs on them which u will have to tear away physically from my One-Note page)
(Oh yeah btw basically everyone has wings(feathered ofc) except Murdock who's this lil bat dude)
(Oh yeah btw I HEAVILY ship Murdock×Drowned Man Mark which I like to call DrownedDock so u can questions on their relationship)
(Oh yeah btw Drowned has lil face fins and aquatic creature tail bc of the whole 'water' situation in the series)
(Oh yeah btw u can ask abt DarkStache (Dark×Wilford) if u want)
(Oh yeah btw I will try to respond in character and I might not get around to everyone)
Oh yeah btw I'll shut up for now [])
Forgot to post this here, but here’s a little Host doodle I did a while back :)
I'm not obsessed with the Ipliers. I'm not drawing them so often I hardly need references to draw them. I'm okay. I'm fine...
Frick..
While I'm alive I would also like to note that I have a lot of WIPs so hopefully I'll have quite a few finished pieces up soon you guys!!