Iplier Egos Head Cannon - What Song In "Encanto" Did They Get Emotional During?

So... In Space With Markiplier got nominated for an Emmy aparently????

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Bill Cipher x reader (6) - Creator and Demon

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As we sped through the forest, I could faintly hear the shouts of my sister for help. My right eye burned, similarly to how it had earlier that day. I was scared, not for myself but for Mable.

Questions and worries flooded my brain. What if Norman really was a zombie? What if my sister was getting eaten alive at that very moment? Did I just get my sister killed by letting her go out on that date? I'm such a horrible sister. What will I tell mom, dad, and Grunkle Stan?

As we approached the clearing where the noise was coming from, my eyes widened. Dipper sputtered in confusion at what we were seeing. "The more you struggle, the more awkward this is gonna be.. just, okay, just get her arm, Steve." Shouted a little bearded man from a mossy rock. In front of him, was Mable, surrounded by more tiny men. 

"Let go of me!" She retaliated, punching one of them in them face then kicking him away. He landed near some rocks where be began to throw up a rainbow. Dipper and I exited the car, standing before the small crowd. 

"What the heck's going on here?" My brother asked, confused. The gnome from before hissed at us before returning to his brethren. "Guys! Norman turned out to be a bunch of gnomes and they're total jerks!" 

"Gnomes..? I murmured, realizing that I was right all along as the burning in my eye subsided. Dipper checked out the page in the journal, reading aloud that they had no known weakness. "Oh, great!" Groaned Mable from her spot on the ground, where she was now tied down like that one scene in Night At the Museum. 

"Let our sister go." I demanded and the gnome in front of me turned around to face us. "Oh, well. Hi! Sorry, this is all just a big misunderstanding. You see, she's going to marry all 1,000 of us and become our queen for all of eternity. Well, that is, unless you want to take her place?" He said, looking up at me. "You are a more suitable candidate, after all you are older than she is. She's only a last resort if I'm being honest and even then we'd wait till she was of age before doing anything. I mean, we aren't that creepy." I glared at him. "As much as I appreciate your honesty and the fact that you guys don't want to be pedophiles, you won't be marrying either of us."

"Yeah! You're all a bunch of butt faces!" Mabel shouted before one of her captors covered her mouth. "Listen, you don't want to mess with us gnomes. You two don't know what we're capable of. We're a powerful race so do not trifle with-" He was interrupted by Dipper easily scooping him up with a shovel and tossing him away. We ran forward, knocking away the other gnomes and cutting the bindings easily with the shovel's edge. 

I picked Mable up and the three of us ran to the golf cart. "Seat belts." I reminded them before reversing and speeding out of the clearing. We could faintly hear the shouts of the gnomes behind us. "Hurry, before they catch us!" Shouted Mable and Dipper patted her on the shoulder. "I wouldn't worry about it. Did you see their little legs? Those suckers are tiny."

A roar from behind us drew the twins's attention away and their eyes widened. "(Y/n)!! DRIVE FASTER!!" I looked in the side view mirror and was shocked to see a giant sized gnome monster. "Dipper! Does that journal of yours say anything about the gnomes being able to do THAT?!" 

"Checking!" He said, flipping through the pages of the book as I swerved and tried to dodge incoming gnome attacks. Unfortunately some got on the roof and tried climbing down for an attack. Mable punched one in the face, Dipper whacked one with the journal, and I slammed one into the steering wheel before throwing him away. "Nothing in here, sis! I don't think the author knew about it!" Said Dipper, finally finding the page.

I let out a yelp as a gnome that landed on the hood of the cart tried to attack me. I dodged but he attacked Dipper's face instead, my brother screaming in panic. "I'll save you. Dipper!" Exclaimed Mable as she repeatedly punched the offender in the side. He finally flew out of the cart, but took Dipper's star hat with him. "Thanks, Mable.." He said, his rolling slightly to the side, a little stunned after taking some damage meant for the gnome. "Don't mention it" 

Behind us, we heard the giant grunt with effort, as well as the sound of ruffling leaves. A shadow passed over us and my eyes widened as a whole tree, complete with roots crashed onto the path ahead of us. "Hang on!" I swerved the cart and it drifted underneath the fallen tree, and spun dangerously before coming to a complete halt in front of the Mystery Shack. 

Dipper leapt out of the vehicle and faced the monster with the shovel from before. I held the bat in my hands, standing beside him and in front of my sister. "Stay back!" the male twin shouted, throwing the shovel at the monster who promptly punched in down into the ground. Our eyes widened and I grabbed Dipper's shoulder, bringing him behind me too. "Where's Grunkle Stan?" He asked, holing onto his sister in fright. Indeed, he was no where to be found.

"It's the end of the line, kids." Said the head gnome, at the very top of the monster. "You, Mable's sister, marry us before we do something crazy." My right eye began to burn even more and Mable grabbed my hand, taking the bat away. "I have an idea." I somehow understood what she meant and nodded, stepping forward. "Fine, I'll do it. Just leave my family alone." 

"What?! (Y/n), are you crazy? There's gotta be another way!" Panicked Dipper, taking the journal out of his vest. "Trust me. I've got it all under control." I said, smiling softly and petting his fluffy hair. He nodded sadly and he and Mable stood away from me. "She'll do it, Jeff. (Y/n) will marry you." 

'His name is Jeff?'

"Hot dog!" Said the gnome happily, ordering the others to let him down. "Also, (Y/n)! That's a pretty name! I like it!" He walked in front of me, not noticing how my siblings disappeared from their original positions. Jeff held out a leather box with a shining diamond ring inside. He motioned to his mouth, indicating that he wanted me to kiss him. I felt nauseated but shook my head, offering my left hand. He slid the jewelry onto my ring finger with a smile. "Batta Bing Batta Bam! Now let's get you back into the forest, Honey."

I laughed softly. "You may now kiss the bride." The gnome stopped and looked back at me. "Well, don't mind if I do." He puckered up and I pretended to lean in, only for Mable to switch on the hidden leaf blower beside me in a pile of leaves. Jeff's eyes widened as I pointed it at him threateningly. "Woah, woah hey, what's going on here?" He said in panic as he was sucked into the leaf blower. I handed it to my sister with a smirk.

"That's for lying to me!" She announced, glaring at the captured creature who looked back at her with fear. She switched the leaf blower into reverse.

"This is for breaking my heart." The gnome yelped in pain as the suction got to him, the pressure building till it was like a balloon ready to burst.

"And this is for messing with m family!" She pointed to the gnome monster who let out a collective gasp. "Do you wanna do the honors?" 

"On three!" Dipper announced, holding onto a leaver on the device. "One.. Two.. Three!!" We chanted as he shoved the lever to 'F' an Jeff went flying into the giant, making it explode into a thousand gnomes. "AHHH!! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!!" The leader screamed as he flew away into the forest with the remaining momentum. The result was chaos. Gnomes sat in piles, wondering who was going to give them orders and complaining about being sore. Mable used the leaf blower, making them yell and run for the forest in fear. One ended up getting caught in some trash which was picked up the local goat, Gompers. 

I walked over to the creature, who's captive was screaming in panic. I held the goat in place and gently released the gnome before taking off the ring and handing it to him. "Here, take this back to Jeff. I don't need it." He nodded before running away into the brush. Looking back, I noticed Dipper and Mable heading back into the shack. I caught up to them but Mable stopped us.

"Um.. hey guys. I'm.. uh.. I'm sorry for ignoring your guys's advice. You really were just looking out for me."

"Hey don't be like that," reassured Dipper. "You totally saved our butts back there."

"I guess I'm just sad that my first boyfriend turned out to be a bunch of gnomes." 

"Look on the bright side. Maybe your next boyfriend will be a vampire." 

The two of them laughed. "Awkward sibling hug?" The male twin offered and she nodded. "Awkward sibling hug." They embraced, ending it off with a "pat pat" which made me smile. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. (Y/n), thanks for almost marrying Jeff to protect us. I'm sorry for what I said before. I really thought you would accept my new boyfriend and when you didn't I was really hurt."

"It's okay, Shooting Star. I know you didn't mean it. Plus, after what all we've been through today, I think we both know we forgive each other. Just don't go expecting me to "get engaged" to any of your next summer romances. I'm not ready for that kind of commitment." Mable giggled and we headed into the shop.

"Yeesh, what happened to you three? Did you get hit by a bus or something?" Grunkle Stan laughed and we rolled our eyes, heading for the stair way. There was a moment of silence before he called out to us. "Hey wait. Uh.. we happened to accidentally get too much merch in stock so.. how about you guys pick something out for yourselves. On the house, y'know?" 

"Really?" Mable and I said in shock. "What's the catch?" questioned Dipper. "The catch is pick something out before I change my mind." Replied our Grunkle Stan. Mable rushed around, looking at every single thing. Dipper walked over to a row of blue and white hats with pine trees on them. "This should do the trick." He said with a smile, looking at himself in the mirror. Mable gasped and rummaged through a box of books. "I'll chose a..." she spun around and I assumed she chose a pink one to be a diary but she opened her arms to reveal a "GRAPPLING HOOK!" she exclaimed. 

Grunkle Stan, Dipper, and I all looked at each other in confusion. "Aren't you gonna pick out a doll or something?" 

"GRAPPLING HOOK!" She exclaimed again, shooting it and hanging from a ceiling beam. "Fair enough." Laughed Grunkle Stan as the kids ran off to their room. I looked over toward the a case of jewelry. I walked over and noticed a beautiful necklace. I took it out of the case and hung it around my heck. It fit perfectly.

Grunkle Stan looked at me with a small smirk. "I'm surprised you picked that one out, kid. It's been in the shop for such a long time I was partially convinced no one would take it." I looked down at the charm and I smiled as I began to leave the room. "I'm not entirely sure myself why I chose it, but I did and I don't regret it. G'night Grunkle Stan." 

-(3rd Person)-

Dipper lay down on his bed, writing on an empty page in the journal. Mable jumped up and down on the twin bed parallel to his, laughing at her own antics and giddy with her new tool.

'The journal told me there was no one in Gravity Falls I could trust. But when you battle a hundred gnomes with people by your side, you realize that they've probably got your back."

Outside, on the roof, sat (Y/n), her (h/c) hair flowing behind her in the breeze. An (e/c) eye scanned the horizon while the second one was hidden from the world behind a black eye patch. She waved to Grunkle Stan, who was finishing closing up shop, before climbing back through her bedroom window, shutting it behind her.

'Our Uncle told us that there was nothing strange about this town, but who knows what other secrets are waiting to be unlocked?'

Sooooo... I've been simping for human Bill Cipher recently and tried to draw him.

Guess who just defeated:

Cala Maria, Wally Warbles, Piney Beard, Grim Matchstick, Sally Stageplay, Rumor Honeybottoms, Werner Warman (the rat), the Ghost Train, and the final Mosselium in the span of around 2 hours!!!

THIS GAL RIGHT HERE

Markiplier x Teen!Daughter! Reader - Memories

requested by: @azullluna

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Definition key:

Bold: Answering a question (both Mark and (Y/n))

Normal: Talking or remembering something

(M/n): Mom's name

(Y/n): Your Name

(YT/n): YouTube Name

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"Wait! You don't want to do this! Don't do it! No! NO!!" The Fischbach household was filled with laughter as a screaming Markiplier was hit with a blue shell by his daughter, (Y/n). "Get wrecked, Dad!" 

Her Yoshi raced past his struggling Mario, gaining the first place spot. They were only halfway through the course, but the last lap was always a battlefield, no matter what place you were in. 

They were streaming Mario Kart 8 deluxe and having a Q/A on YouTube. "Alright, question time." Spoke Amy, Mark's girlfriend, after both Fischbachs finally crossed the finish line. Mark nodded, voting for a new course. 

"FandomGirl386 asks: Mark, what's it like raising (Y/n) as a single father?" 

The YouTuber looked to his right, seeing (Y/n) who was watching the screen with interest as the votes were being counted. She was a rising sophomore in highschool, (15-16) years old. It nearly brought tears to his eyes to realize how much she had grown. 

Actually, it was surprising to think about how much the two of them had grown together. 

Mark could still remember when, during his own sophomore year in highschool, his ex had stopped coming to school and refused to talk to him. Nine months later, Mark was doing homework when there was a knock at the door. His mom and dad weren't home so he went downstairs and answered the door.

When he opened it, no one was there, but there was a box on the doorstep. Mark had been confused. Had his parents ordered something online? As he had picked up the box he almost dropped it when the sound of a crying child filled the air. 

He had quickly brought the box inside and opened it up. Indeed, there was a human child in the box crying with a note beside them. Mark focused on calming them down first, holding the child close and whispering softly, lulling them to sleep. 

When he opened the note, his eyebrows furrowed with every word he read. 

"Mark,

My parents wanted me to tell you this kid is your daughter. I was planning on just putting her up for adoption so you wouldn't know but whatever.

Her name is (Y/n) and her birthday's (birth month / day / 2005) So, yeah. You got me pregnant. The kid is your responsibility now. I'm breaking up with you. Goodbye.

(M/n)"

Mark remembered being shocked and heartbroken, and looking at the sleeping baby in disbelief. She had features similar to him and his family, now that he was searching for them. Slightly darker skin, brown eyes from what he had seen earlier, and she had (h/c) hair, something he knew was in his father's side of the family. 

How was he going to explain to his family that he was a dad? Mark remembered asking himself this as he sat down on a nearby chair, careful not to wake (Y/n). It was a beautiful name, something that fit her well. Mark already had fallen in love with his new child, but how could he care for her? 

Hours later, his parents returned and he had been about to ask them to be quiet when (Y/n) had woken up. He could still remember the shocked looks on their faces when they noticed the wailing baby in his arms as he tried to calm her down. "It's okay.. it's okay. Please stop crying, (Y/n).." 

"Mark," his father's girlfriend, Dee, had asked, her head tilted in confusion. "Who's child is this?" The amount of panick he had felt then was off the charts as he shakily explained that she was his own. His father's eyes had widened and Mark hurriedly added that he had no idea before today that he had a kid and wasn't trying to hide her from them. 

"It was tough. I mean, it's tough for all single parents to raise a kid by themselves, but I was a teenager in a poor family when I found out I was a dad, so you can imagine what that was like. But, things got easier over time. My family helped me out a bit while I was still in school so that was nice."

As a highschool student by day and a father by night, life was difficult for the new parent. The first few months had been the worst, (Y/n) waking up in the middle of the night and Mark having to go sooth her. However, she got over it and slept quietly after the fourth month, much to her father's delight.

Dee, while a little disappointed in Mark, agreed to help raise (Y/n) while he was still in school. After all, she quickly fell in love with her and had admittedly always wanted a little girl to take care of. His father took a bit more time to be swayed but also agreed to help out. 

After her first birthday, (Y/n) took her first steps, Mark being the one she walked to. He remembered crying proud tears while Dee clapped in the background. Two months later, (Y/n) unexpectedly spoke her first words. Mark had called for his father and (Y/n) who sat nearby on a playmat shouted "Dada!" a few moments later.

Mark had looked toward her in shock, as his father who had walked in just as she said it. 

When Mark left for college, he had to get an apartment and hire a babysitter. Then his father passed away around a year later. It was an incredibly hard time for Mark. Keeping up with school and his crappy job, all while raising (Y/n) who was now in Kindergarden and trying to mend the relationship between himself and his biological mother. It was incredibly tough and it worked him to the bone. 

Then Mark got put in the hospital. While he was recovering, his mother visited him and informed him that if things didn't start looking up for him financially then she would have to take (Y/n) away and raise her instead, even willing to bring the matter to court. This scared Mark quite a lot. He loved his daughter and didn't want to lose her, but knew that his mom was right in that he wasn't making enough to properly support a family.

That's when he found YouTube and started his channel. It took some time, but money started coming in and everything was looking up. Mark was in love with his new job, he was able to take care of (Y/n), and his financial troubles slowly but surely melted away. 

"And yes, there were some ups and downs in our lives after I had moved away from my family,"

Mark ended up in the hospital a few times, had low points not only in his career but in his life (friends and family dying), and still had to be there as a father for his daughter who also had her moments. However, (Y/n) was there for him just as he was for her, helping him through every bump in the road with a smile. Even now, Mark still didn't know what he would do without her. 

"But we made it out okay. And we're still here so that's hopefully a sign that I'm doing something right."

Amy smiled and read off another question. "BloodyStar420 asked: (Y/n), what is your fondest memory of you and Mark and what's your worst memory?"

A new race started and (Y/n) answered.

"My least favorite memory, which I'm still trying to forget because I feel really guilty about it, is when he and I fought after I asked him about my mom. He didn't want to talk about it because it's a painful topic and I was being really pushy so we started arguing and things got to the point where I was sent to my room. I don't think we talked to each other for a few hours."

Mark still remembered that argument. It was an ugly part of their history. She was a curious fith grader and he didn't want to talk about his ex. How could he tell his daughter that he had no idea where her mom was and frankly didn't want to know either? But she wouldn't take no for an answer and, just as she said, things didn't end well for the both of them.

"On a happier note," she continued, "I think my fondest memory of the two of us is him teaching a younger me how to play video games. I wasn't very good when I started, I mean, I was like seven or eight years old, but dad was always with me nearby, showing me the controls and congratulating me when I was able to pass a level or defeat a boss on my own. It really made me happy and still does when I think of it."

That brought a smile to Mark's face. He had been, and still was, delighted that she took an interest in video games. They would spend a few hours together, playing Mario games or other simple things so she could get the hang of handling a controller. Fortunately she was a quick learner and they were able to play more difficult things sooner than he had expected.

When (Y/n) was in fourth grade, she was introduced to YouTube after he filmed a father/daughter play-through video of FNAF. Everyone loved her, even asking to see more of her on the channel. She was like him in multiple ways. Goofy, imaginative, and an all around fun person which boosted her popularity both online and in real life.

Mark was proud of her and tried his best to be a good father. His friends also adored her, making sure that she was happy (but not spoiled). Amy loved (Y/n) like a daughter which helped motivate Mark to ask her her out, thus giving his daughter a mom figure in her life.

During eighth grade, (Y/n) started her own YouTube channel, (YT/n), which quickly became popular. Much to her delight, it gave her a new name other than "Markiplier's daughter". It also gave her even more time to delve into her interests and helped her and Mark bond when they both loved and played a game together. 

Amy once again spoke, "FurBabyKitty asked: You two act more like best friends than father and daughter. Does that bother either of you in any way?"

Mark shook his head. "Not at all. If anything, That's a good thing." (Y/n) shrugged, "If you think about it, we did grow up together so it kinda makes sense that we would act like this."

Mark looked over at her with a smirk and nudged her shoulder, making her slip up her driving and her Yoshi fall off the road allowing him to gain the lead. "Oh, you wanna play like that huh?" She laughed, speeding up to his Mario and tossing a red shell and a bomb into his path. He screamed and laughed as she once again passed him. 

"DarkShoelace asked: Mark, if you had the opportunity to go back and prevent yourself from dating (Y/n)'s mom, would you do it?"

The race concluded with Mark in second and (Y/n) in first. Mark shook his head, hugging his daughter with one arm. "No," He said fondly as he looked down at her smiling face, "I don't think I would. Everything turned out just fine."

Heading to My Senior Prom! Wish me luck!

Happy belated Easter everyone! Here's Android 21!