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[antidemonrp]

How exactly do you get Subjects? Do you just choose them or do they come to you

- Hunter

*Frith frowns then looks like he was smirking*

Bit of a ̊tri͢cky wa̓y to ͈expl͘ain ̍it but…well…they come̦ to me for help and̯ thatͥ’s how ͕I can make a ͓dec̷isi͍on o͉n ͠whether to u̵sͤe ̃them as̚ a ̄sub͍ject. Or I ju͈st choose oͫṅe :)

[crystalninjaphoenix]

A littel something I'm doing 👀

Hmmmm Who's Mask would that 🤔

OHHHHH THATS SO COOL!

What is that, fabric or paper or what? I can’t tell from the picture (you can just comment a reply haha)

I need to have Jameson wear his mask more in the story it’s a crime that I haven’t explicitly mentioned it much ^-^

[kalebsocs]

An interesting case between @brokentimewatch's IRIS sona and its OC, Theorist

[iamvegorott]

Fluff prompt UwU

Actor and JJ watching the sunset while sitting on the roof of the Markiplier Manor.

Also Thanks for writing something For my ship ^w^

- Your long lost German Cousin /j /lh

No problem at all! We love a good rare pair on this blog!

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“What kind of wine do you like, dove?” Actor asked as he reached into the cooler beside him. He glanced over and laughed when JJ’s response was only a signed yes. “I should have known.” Actor chuckled as he grabbed a random bottle and two wine glasses. 

“I shouldn’t say I like all wine, there are some interesting things people have made wine out of.” JJ silently giggled as he signed, not bothering with his usual ability to project words since he knew Actor always had eyes on him even with the beautiful scene before them. 

The two wanted a date in peace, with no worries of being interrupted or other people causing extra noise to ruin the mood, so they sat on top of the Iplier Manor’s roof. The setting sun cast a golden glow on themselves, their blanket, and their little wicker basket of picnic supplies. 

“Is that why you tell me not to look in the Septiceye kitchen?” Actor playfully hummed as he handed the glasses to JJ before popping open the wine bottle and then taking one of the glasses back so JJ could continue signing. 

“That and some other cooking choices they like to make.” JJ held his glass toward Actor, watching the deep red liquid be poured in. 

“Anti?” Actor asked, filling his own glass. 

“And Marvin and Henrik.” JJ took a sip.

“Marvin and Henrik?”

“Henrik’s a scientist and likes to experiment in ways that aren’t the most edible and Marvin often forgets if he’s making food or a potion, and some potions have some not-so-lovely ingredients.” JJ made a face to show he was thinking of unappetizing memories. 

“Note to self, never have dinner at the Septiceyes.” Actor joked as he sipped some wine as well. 

“Like most of you Ipliers have room to talk.” JJ teased back. 

“I think I cook fairly well.” Actor leaned in closer with a grin.

“You could burn cereal.” JJ matched Actor’s lean. 

“It adds an extra layer of spice.” Actor whispered his last words as he closed what little gap was left between himself and JJ with a kiss. 

“It adds an extra layer of chaos and mess.” JJ opted to project his words into Actor’s head, not wanting to end the kiss yet. Actor parted with a light chuckle, resting his forehead on JJ’s.

“It’s not fair when you use that ability of yours when we’re kissing, I can’t reply without my mouth.” JJ just smirked and moved into another kiss.

“Suffer~” 

[leobashi]

💙

All the merbois. I really do wanna finish or redo this :,,D

[bookwormscififan]

Booky's Year in Review 2023

And so ends another year. Farewell 2023, fourth year of uni. Farewell 2023, year I lost my Zoe. Farewell to one of the strangest years of my life.

This year started with going to see The Phantom of the Opera at The Arts Centre Melbourne.

I also spent 10 days with my sister, helping us to bond, in March, which was also quite good.

I found out I had autism, which made life so much easier honestly. There's no need for me to feel bad about my little quirks, there's a reason.

I finally discovered I have Coeliac disease. 2.5 years struggling with nausea and fatigue, finally resolved with the discovery that I am intolerant to gluten.

I watched about 5 movies in two months.

This year, writing's changed. My fanfiction has evolved from primarily platonic angst and fluff through to romantic ships and even a little dip into smut. I give all that growth to @iamvegorott, who has been such a great friend to encourage me to explore these new skills in my writing. Any time I wasn't sure about an approach, I asked Veg, and they gave me tips and encouragement to approach it. Thank you so much, Veg.

It's also thanks to Veg that I expanded my fandoms list of writing, now exploring NateWantsToBattle as a fandom and approaching MadMare as a ship. I didn't realise I was experiencing a burnout on writing the same fandoms until I tapped into a new one, and my motivation is back in full force.

With the help of my great friend @brokentimewatch, I started writing three new ships: Silent Film Sweethearts (JJ x Noir), Death's Dichotomy (Murdock x Yancy), and Antique Companions (Shawn and JJ and Noir). I also travelled deeper into making Vintage Husbands (Shawn x JJ) into a romantic ship.

This was a year of writing advancements. I started my first vampire AU (the Files series), which was so fun and sort of hinted at the mature change to the writing. I would love to return to that series, to that universe, soon as I figure out any more gaps in the story to write.

I also made a vampire AU out of MadMare, which spanned 20 chapters and a short sequel blurb. It's the more nsfw of the vampire AUs, looking into some things I seem to be fixated on.

In the sewing sphere, I have figured out how spiral steel boning works, and I figured out hook and eye tape.

I posted a YouTube video almost every week this year, which was amazing.

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I hope next year brings as much fun as the end of this one has. I look forward to screaming over more writing ideas with Hunter and Veg, helping out @jellyfishdooter with creativity, and finishing my damn Wishing Dress project!!

Happy new year to everyone, and I'll see you later with lots more writing!

[jsehungergamesau]

I'm already soo excited for this AU! You guys really have the whole JSE theorist server Hyped!

I wanted to ask would you guys be able to @ me when Chapters get posted?

- Hunter/Fizzarolli

Absolutely! We’re also so excited to show everyone what we’ve been working on and see everyone’s reaction!

-Parker

[wafflezcourtney]

@brokentimewatch

Patton and Jj tea time!

Sorry it took so long!

[huffle-dork]

Swap into the Crystalverse Chapter 1: Switch

Co-written with @crystalninjaphoenix

Read Swapboys | Read Switch | Read SwitchSwap | AO3 Link

Prologue

Tag list: @brokentimewatch

AN: so I haven’t written any more of switchswap yet cuz I gotta finish alt.exe first but Cry knows the plot points I’m planning so like- this takes place after switchswap where the Switch and Swap boys know each other and alludes to stuff that’ll happen in switchswap without giving away too much plot hghgg I’m sorry writing is hard but! I love this part :’) hope you enjoy!

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After the chaos that just happened, Bro Fantastic is met with sudden calm. It's late afternoon, and he's standing on a set of train tracks. On either side are station platforms with benches and lights that are just now turning on in preparation for evening. Everything is quiet.

Until--

"Hey!"

There's a man on one of the platforms. He has brown hair, dyed with streaks of green and black, and heterochromiac eyes: one blue, one green. One hand is reaching inside his black jacket's pocket, the other is held out, protectively shielding a redheaded boy--small for his age--who seems very curious about what just happened. "Get off the tracks!" the man says. "There's gonna be--wait a second, do I know you?"

Bro Fantastic shakes off the wave of vertigo from whatever that spell was and then dips down to his knees, clutching his burnt stomach. He blearily looks out at the man shouting at him- he looks like Jackie but… edgier- wait-!

Bro’s eyes widen and then he pushes himself off the tracks and bursts into the air then quickly lands in front of the man and boy. He laughs a bit dazedly, gripping his wound. “A-Anti!” He exclaims, blue silver power bright in his eyes. “Thank god this place has at least something familiar…”

Anti's eyes narrow in suspicion, then widen again. "Oh, fuck, yeah! You're--wait." He glances at the redheaded boy. "Uh, I mean--"

"Dad, I'm eleven, I hear you say that all the time," the boy says.

Anti laughs. "Alright, fine." He turns back to Bro. "You're from that--that other place. You're... Chase. Right. Sorry, I forgot your name." Then he notices the wound. He inhales sharply. "A-are you alright? Stupid question, you're not. Shit, we have to get to a hospital, uhhh..." He pulls out his phone.

Chase waves Anti off and tries not to let himself grimace, “no no I… I’m fine- I can heal fast just- hurts like a bitch till then…”

"I'm Will," says the boy.

Bro smiles down at the boy and waves, “Hi Will, you’re Anti’s son, huh? He def mentioned you pretty sure…”

"Yeah, this is Will," Anti repeats. "What're you doing here, anyway? How are you here?"

Chase’s eyes then widen as he straightens up and looks around frantically, “Oh shit right-! Uh I don’t know how it happened but- Magnificent… he took Alt- and made him use this weird doorway thingy! And then- god everything happened so fast… there was this huge burst of light then… I was here.” He shakes his head, “But god damn this… this isn’t good- Mag could still have Alt or- or he might go after some of you all again-!”

He looks at Anti desperately, squeezing his aching stomach. “Anti, can you help me find them?”

"Doorway thing...?" Anti is confused by that, but decides to move on. He's seen weirder. The point is that shit's going down. "Yeah, man, of course I'll help you find them. If that cat c--bitch is here, it could mean trouble..." He shivers just remembering things in that other world. "I gotta get Will home first, though. Or, maybe to Rama's house, it'll be safer that way. Yeah, I can call them to come here and pick him up."

"Daaaad," Will whines.

"No, don't be like that, bud, this is dangerous. Rama will keep you safe." Anti looks down at his phone again and starts tapping. "If you're sure that you can heal, we'll forget the hospital. I'm texting the others to let them know. Maybe they've seen Alt or Magnificent. In the meantime... I dunno. I need to stay here and wait for Rama to come get Will. You can stay too, or maybe I can give you the others' addresses and you can start looking around? Do you have your phone with you?"

Chase pats down his outfit in mid panic before relaxing, pulling out his phone. He’s not even in his super suit- but he does keep his utility belt tucked under his shirt sometimes. He’s wearing a tank top that looks like his super suit but with his emblem tinier in the upper corner- new merch he was trying out… heroes gotta eat too you know? And of course- his signature jacket, but one of his knock off ones that had a hood. He might not even need to whip out his mask- “yeah yeah I got it I….” He grips at his stomach and pushes past a wave of pain but it’s getting less and less. Only problem with super healing is it took energy from other parts of his body- meaning he might be grounded for a bit. God that sucked ass… but the others were always telling him he shouldn’t be pushing through injuries anyways. But his nerves were on fire thinking about Alt…

“I… fuck I guess I should try to recover for now… I might get myself lost otherwise. Hopefully one of the others might run into Alt…” He chewed on his lip in worry. “I hope he’s okay… and that whatever magic Mag used- hopefully he’ll be out of commission for a bit…” But- things like that don’t usually go their way.

"Okay good." Anti looks at him, concerned. "Yeah, sit down, man. There are benches everywhere. Alt's pretty tough, he'll be fine for a little while." Probably. Maybe.

Bro nods and stumbles to sink into a bench, holding his wound. He could feel it closing up and hardening but god that burned like a motherfucker. Sometimes he hated his ability- but it made it so he could save people faster and that’s what matters.

"Okay so I don't think cell reception works in other universes but WiFi is probably fine, so turn on the WiFi texting option so we can reach you just in case. I'll call my friend to come get Will." Anti glances down at his own phone. "Looks like Jackie and Schneep might be here soon, too. Good."

"I like your jacket," Will says to Bro.

Anti laughs. "Yeah, his jacket is cool."

Bro blinks and then smiles at Will, “Thanks lil dude! I… designed it myself- kinda- this is, a knockoff of the one I made. Superhero Fan merch you know-“ ah his delirium is showing off his adhd wonderful but hey, maybe this kid likes superheroes…

"Oh, cool. A real superhero?" Will's eyes are wide. "Like Uncle Schneep? Wicked. Michelle would go crazy!"

Bro grins wide and nods, “Yup! I’m Bro Fantastic~!” Shit did he even have his mask? He was too tired to check- would be cool to show the kid though. “Though you little dude, can just call me Chase if ya want- or bro~!”

Will looks over at Anti. "How do you know this guy?!"

Anti smiles gently. Eleven-year-olds are probably smart enough to understand multiverses, right? But are they emotionally ready to deal with that being real? Probably not. "It's a long story." Anti sits down on the other side of the bench Bro sits on. "Uh... we have some time. I'll explain..." Bro settles in to listen to Anti’s retelling, even if all he could feel was dull panic swirling in his gut.

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Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city, Alt pops into being in a suburb. It's fairly ordinary-looking. Houses are taken care of. Except... for one. One that has yellowing grass, grayed peeling paint, and shingles falling off the roof. But Alt doesn't see that right away. He appears with his back to it.

Alt’s body is hard to piece back together at first, pixels and shapes at first before finally snapping back together. He crashes to the ground and grips tightly at his arm, biting back a pained scream. Black magic pulses painfully in his veins and it burned, eating away at him. Purple still fought in his eyes but- he was away from Mag and his influence so it was starting to clear. He grit his teeth and ducked his head to the ground, letting out an angry scream. “that MOTHER F̵̟̂U̵̎̉C̷̡̈́Ḱ̸͊E̵͐̒R̷͂̇!”

Okay okay- he needed to try to figure out what the hell was happening… all he could piece together was Mag took him, and used him for something. Something dangerous… Chase was there but- didn’t manage to stop it. Alt finally peeks up his head to try to look around, feeling himself pale. This… this wasn’t Brighton- it didn’t feel right. God no- did Mag actually manage to- to multiverse hop?? And he used Alt to do it!

Alt glitches angrily and curses up a storm as he tries to get to his feet. Ugh he feels faint- but he has to try to get up. He has to stop Mag- he has to find Chase!

As Alt struggles to get up, the door to the house behind him slowly opens. Then he hears it. The voice, so hard to describe and yet so distinct in its indistinctness.

"Well look who's back!"

Alt’s blood runs cold and he stumbles back from the door, unable to stop his limbs from starting to tremble. His eyes widen and he tries to glitch back but the black magic flares and leaves his body only fizzing with glitches. “No- no no no- not you…!” He whispers, dread filling every inch of his body.

Distorter giggles. How did he get so close to Alt without him realizing?! He's only a few feet away. "How'd you get here, Anti?" he asks, grin widening. "All by yourself, too? None of those friends of yours with you? Aw, what a shame. But it's okay." He takes a few steps forward. "They'd only get in the way." His head tilts to the side. "Looks like you're having trouble there. Can't get those powers to work like they should? How useless."

Alt’s panicking, trying to back away as he feels gray fogging up his vision. No no no!

“I… I don’t know- Mag… Mag did something…! He… he…” Alt tries to get his magic to work- but anything he tries to summon has the dark magic reacting in kind, sapping his energy. Still, Alt tries to hold out a sparking hand, blue and green struggling to flare up in his eyes. “S-stay back-! G-get away from me!!!”

"Oh? But it sounds like you need help. I'm happy to be there." Distorter's grin widens further. He walks right up to Alt, undeterred by his threats and sparking, and reaches out with a blackened hand. Stay calm, Alt. Nothing bad is going to happen =)

Alt shudders and tries to pull away but his thoughts start to fizzle into nothing but fog. Especially as Distorter manages to grab him.

He… he does need help. He’s in pain- he’s scared. Distorter can… can help… right? He’s… he’s helped before… right? It was all so… fuzzy.

Calm washes over him so fast he nearly loses his balance. It’s like all his senses have been turned down to zero. His eyes widen and the magic around him fizzles into the air into nothing but spare electricity.

“…help…” He whimpers- whether it’s to Distorter or a cry for someone else… it’s hard to say.

"Shh. Don't worry." Distorter's smile widens again as he steadies Alt from falling, holding him up. His grip is tight, clenching his upper arms. "Do you think that Magnificent came with you? He probably did, right? We should go find him before he finds you." Maybe this time he'd get one up on that magician. He'd be a useful friend. Or at the very least, it would be good to stop him before he messed with the others.

Alt swayed in Distorter’s grip, head threatening to fall to his chest. It felt like something was trying to leak out of his eye but he could barely feel it. “Yeah… mag… mag’s here.., we… we gotta… gotta stop him…”

Distorter was powerful, he could help Alt stop magnificent. …they were friends after all…

Distorter briefly wonders if any more people from Alt's universe showed up. If they did, it would be good to have a... shield of some kind. "Come on. We'll go together. We'll help each other. You can protect me, and I'll make sure nothing bothers you."

“Mmmmkay… yeah…” Alt muttered dazedly, eyes glazing over. “We can… protect e’chther…” His mouth didn’t want to work.

His mind tried to wander, brief panic flickering in his gut. A smiling face was in his vision- a nicer smile then Distorter’s… with sun kissed cheeks that radiated warmth. But, Alt couldn’t grasp onto why he was important. It didn’t matter. Distorter would tell him what mattered.

"Exactly." Distorter lets go of Alt, letting him balance on his own two feet. Is he still swaying? Whatever happened to him before must've done a real number on him. It'll be fine, though. Nothing to worry about. Now... where to go? He thinks about it for a moment, then nods. "Magnificent will try to head to a certain place sooner or later. Let's see if we can beat him there." He disappears from Alt's vision, reappearing some way down the sidewalk. "This way."

Alt nods distantly and trembles slightly before pulling his body to walk after Distorter. He gripped at his arm, a dull ache trying to make itself known. Blood flowed slowly down his cheeks as he dazedly walked after Distorter. He had to find Magnificent… he had to. Nothing else mattered.

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Magnificent himself has appeared in a different, unfamiliar location--just as he wanted. This looks like a neighborhood, made up of rows and rows of old-fashioned-looking townhouses. He stands near a street intersection No people or cars are in sight... but there's a weird green glow coming from around one corner.

Magnificent looks around his new surroundings, a burst of pride and erratic excitement overcoming him. He laughed madly, clawing back his hair as he took stock of himself. Kinda weak from the spell but nothing he can’t recover… he just needed another source of magic to steal. But, at least he had enough to disguise himself… he can’t draw too much attention to himself right away. In a buzz of static his eccentric clothes change into something light and casual- a dark green button up, a black blazer, black pants and purple dress shoes. His scar is disguised- his hair pulled up into a brunette bun on his head. He grinned and checked himself over. Alright- perfectly normal!

He closed his eyes to let out some energy, trying to see if he can sense any magic sources nearby. Once recovered… he could hunt down the greatest sources of magic he can find here…

He opens his eyes to notice the green light and tilted his head curiously, much like a cat would. He started to slink towards it, almost hungrily.

There is a man standing at a bus stop. He's wearing a red jacket, which calls Jackie to mind, but he's not him. His hair is dyed green like meadow grass and his eyes are framed by a pair of glasses. The green glow is coming from something... floating... near the man. Something... green. And... spherical. It's moving up and down somewhat frantically, making it hard to notice details.

"--can't figure out what you're saying if you go so fast!" The man is talking to the floating thing. "I get it, it's important, but--really? Yeah, I know, but I can't fucking drive, do you want me to just walk away? We can keep going to their house--Okay, okay! Look, calm down, anyone could see you." The man glances around--and notices Magnificent. He freezes like a deer caught in headlights. The green thing also freezes and ducks behind him, like it's hiding.

Magnificent smiles charmingly at the two as he approaches. “Well… don’t you keep the most peculiar company?” He muses silkily, walking up but stopping just a bit short of the pair.

“You seem distressed, young man. Might I ask what’s troubling you and your… pet?” His eyes locked into the glow from the spherical thing- he couldn’t understand the power that came from it but it had something. And that was enough…

"Uhhh..." Jack takes a single step backwards, immediately wary. This stranger... he looks like Marvin, but he obviously can't be him. Unless he figured out some new spell with those cards, but even if he did, Marvin would never call Sam a pet. "W-well, I... I'm actually on my way to visit some friends, but they... want to leave..."

Sam wants to leave because Sam was suddenly struck by the feeling that something terrible is going to happen. And as they hide behind him, they say that this might be it.

No kidding. But Jack's not sure how to proceed. He didn't expect to be ambushed by...whoever this is. Maybe this is one of Distorter's tricks that he heard so much about? "And, uh... I-I don't want to upset them, so I'll just... hurry and go..." Sam really doesn't want him to go to Marvin and JJ's house. They say the bad feeling just gets worse when they think about that.

Magnificent tilts his head like a predator looking down at its prey. Jack can see his image stutter slightly, one of his eyes glowing green, the other devoid of life, surrounded by ugly raised scars like cris cross over each other like lightning. But, the image quickly fades as the stranger smiles.

“I see- well. Don’t let me keep you! Sounds like this is an urgent matter… so sorry to disturb.”

It was taking everything in him not to pounce right now- but he needs to be patient. In control.

"Uh... yeah." Jack starts walking backwards... slowly... and then abruptly turns and hurries away, walking as fast as possible without actually running--who knows what would happen if he ran?! Sam perches on his shoulder as he fumbles with his pocket and starts pulling out the phone. He has to tell the others! This feels like some weird shit that'll involve them!

Ah perfect- these idiotic humans never thought about how bad it was to turn their back on a threat. Mag grins and then lashes out a hand to try to grab Sam in a flash of purple and green magic.

Sam's pupil widens as the magic grabs them and yanks them back. Jack immediately stops and spins around. "Sam!" he cries. "No no no, let them go!" Sam squirms, nerve-tail lashing, and Magnificent now has a clear view of them in all their eyeball-ness for the first time.

Magnificent’s eyes widen at the sight then he laughs, holding the eye up closer to his face with his magic. “Well aren’t you a curious little thing?” He purrs. He then cups his hands around the eyeball and starts to crush his magic around them. “I hope you’re not too attached to your human, little eye, because I need whatever magic or power is running through those nerves of yours!”

He’s not sure if he can- but he tries to see if he can siphon some magic from this strange glowing creature.

Sam squirms, tail lashing. Their glow dims slightly and Magnificent feels... something. It feels sour, in some way. And sharp. But it's only a small trickle, and their glow is still going pretty strong.

Magnificent squirms slightly at the feeling of the magic he siphoned. Unpleasant… but something…

"Hey! Asshole!" Jack looks around, desperately. He doesn't want to get too close but he can't just let Sam be hurt. In desperation--acting on instinct and not really thinking--he throws his phone at Magnificent. Immediately regretting it the moment it leaves his hand but oh well its too late now he's committed!

Before Mag could push for more he hears the shout and then lifts up a hand to catch the phone in a wave of magic.

Unnatural cat-like eyes meet Jack’s glowing in the night as the man grins. “ooooh? Is the human thinking himself brave? How adorable~!”

He flicks his hand and his magic darts back to make Jack’s phone hit in the stomach. Magnificent’s voice darkens to something dangerous, “I have no use for useless things like you- get out of my sight and I might spare you~” He chuckles, crushing a hand around Sam.

Jack staggers back and barely manages to grab his phone before it falls to the ground. What should he do? What can he do?! He looks at Sam. Their nerve-tail flails wildly, but they tell Jack to get out of here, that they don't think anything too bad will happen. But Jack can't just leave them!

Then he has an idea. He makes a show of fumbling with his phone as he puts it back in his jacket pocket, using the motion to hide him dialing the first number on his recent contacts. "I-I'm not useless," he says, further distracting this--this evil doppleganger. "I--I know about you. Or--or your kind. You're a magician, aren't you?! What are you going to do with Sam? They can't--they can't help people like you!"

Magnificent chuckles more and tosses Sam up and down in his magic, like someone throwing a ball. “I guess you could lump me up in that title- though I am something far greater~!” He purrs with pride. “As for your little creature- I don’t need much… just a bit of whatever power they have to claim for my own. Then- I can hunt for… bigger fish~” Mag’s eyes glow brighter as he grins. “You know of magicians- that means some are around… I guess you were more useful to me than I thought!”

He shakes his head and then looks down at Sam. “Though- you are rather unusual, little eye… maybe I should keep you to study closer, hm?”

Nope nope nope nope--Jack can feel Sam's distress at that statement. They say something about deja vu and other Sams that he doesn't quite understand, but it's not the time to ask about that. "No!" Jack blurts out. "No, you can't--you can't get anything from them!" That sounds desperate (which it is) but he's pretty sure it's true. "I can--i-if you're so curious I can tell you anything you want about them, just leave them alone!"

There's a faint voice on the other end of the phone conversation. He can barely hear it but it's recognizable. He wonders how fast they can get here. Even if they run it'll take a while--maybe there's some magic that can help.

Magnificent studies Jack with a critical eye. He could see a faint magic aura from this boy- but it’s faint. Not even flowing in his blood, just there. How disappointing.

Mag pulls his lip back in a snarl. “I have no time to waste on hardly magic mortals, boy. I doubt any information you know will even be of use to me.”

Mag squeezes at Sam trying to see if he can get another inkling of magic- he can’t teleport right now, and he isn’t stooping down to running away from something that’s not even a threat.

Jack's heart pounds in his chest. Sam is begging him to leave, to run, reassuring him they'll be alright. He doesn't believe them. But he'd be no help if he gets himself killed. He stands there, frozen, watching Magnificent squeeze his friend--

And then there's a puff of blue smoke behind Magnificent. Before it even disperses there are three wheels of blue light spinning out, heading straight for Magnificent.

The dark magician barely has a chance to suck anything from the eye before he’s struck by bolts of blue light. One hits his arm- then the others manage to throw him off his feet, He flies back, the magic holding back Sam crackling into static. He yells in anger, his disguise also melting away to show the masked villain in all his dramatic glory.

He turns to snarl at the source of magic that dared to strike him-!

Jameson stands there, hands raised, a shield crystalizing into place even as the smoke from the teleportation spell still lingers. His eyes widen. He thought he recognized the voice over the phone but he hoped he was wrong.

Sam flies to Jack as soon as they're able, smacking into his chest. He catches them and holds them close to his chest.

Go! Jameson signs.

Jack hesitates.

Go! He repeats, more insistently. Tell the others!

After another second, Jack nods, and turns and runs.

Jameson lets out a breath of relief. He just needs to distract Magnificent for long enough. He's sure that the dark magician would prefer him as a target instead of Jack.

And he's right- Magnificent's eyes light up hungrily as he pulls himself and sways slightly, looking off kilted as he grins wildly. "Well well well! Hello there, kitten~!" He laughs. "Oh I was hoping the universe would be kind to me... and they deliver you here to me on a sliver platter!"

The mad magician then lunges at Jameson with his hand outstretched- trying to grab him with his claws.

Luckily, Jameson's shield is solid. He spins it around to block Magnificent's attack. How are you here?! he asks, unsure if Mag would know what he's saying. Then he puts his hands together, cupping them like he's holding a ball. A sphere of blue light forms in his hands and he drops it on the ground, letting it splash. The magic spreads across the sidewalk, turning it blue and slick like ice.

Magnificent bangs across the shield and then jumps back, landing in a crouched position on the sidewalk. His eyes reflect the light like a cats as he giggles, pulling himself up to full height.

A voice slithers into Jameson's head, purring, "Now Jameson... so hostile~! Is this anyway to treat your master?" His eyes are swirling as he tries to advance. "It'd be so much easier if you didn't fight, little bird... I won't harm you, I only need to borrow something from you."

The magic spreads across the sidewalk and Magnificent stumbles then hurries to hold himself up, trying not to fall flat on his face. He growls. Being drained is a real inconvenience... but all he had to do was make Jameson fall back under his thrall.

Jameson flinches back, keeping the shield up. He smiles a bit as he sees Magnificent stumble--there's something vindicating about that--but it distracts him for just enough to make eye contact. The swirls are familiar... comforting... His shield is flickering... No--no! He shakes his head and tries to resist but... why would you resist something so beautiful? The shield dies quickly.

Magnificent grins even wider and strides forward more, humming. "Very very good, birdie~! Fall nice and deep for me... and this won't hurt a bit~"

He approaches and then grabs Jameson's arm, digging his nail into the skin, branches of black veins spreading across the surface. Then, he tries to siphon magic from the magician, greedy trying to pull as much as he can.

Jameson shivers. There's a dead feeling creeping into him from his arm, from the spot where Magnificent grabbed him. He looks down and sees the black veins spreading. Faint alarm bells go off in his head but he can't bring himself to do anything about it, even as weakness makes his arms and legs tremble. He falls to his knees, breathing heavily.

The air seems to shimmer...

Magnificent laughs as blue light floods into his veins, pulsing with energy then fading to blazing purple. He feels his magic and strength returning. He doesn't drain Jameson completely though, not yet- He may be of use to him... he needs to find another way to hop to the next multiverse before he finishes up here. Oh and find his cub... just in case. But, this will suffice for now~

He lets Jameson drop to the ice below and sighs dreamily, "Mmmm just what I needed! Thank you very much, Jameson~!" He then bends down to pick him up by his hair and hums in thought, "You should stick by me though, little lark~ I may have further use of you."

The mad magician is too distracted by his prize to notice anything shimmering in the air-

Jameson's eyes are glazed over. He doesn't react at all to anything Magnificent is saying or doing. The combined hypnotism and draining has left him weak. He looks up at Mag and mumbles in a raspy voice, "Yes... yes, Magnif—"

And then, for a split second, there's a flicker of orange and blue and yellow, a spiral much different than the ones Magnificent uses—

And Jameson is gone.

The stolen magic remains in Magnificent's veins, but the blue ice coating the sidewalk is also gone.

As if it—and Jameson—were never here in the first place.

Magnificent blinks in mild surprise at the new colors- then springs to his feet as Jameson disappears, wildly looking around for any lingering hints of magic. He then curses in Gaelic and throws a tinted punch into the bus stop sign, making it dent in on itself in a burst of purple and green sparks.

He then hums and tries to breathe, studying the lingering blue in his veins. ... he had enough, enough to at least look for his cub and find out more about what this dimension uses to explore other universes. In a wave of static, he dons his disguise again and then walks further into the night, looking for any other lingering of magic around.

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I see hope you are being careful with the katana *Xe pats Anti's head* Anything else you have been up to?

I ̮͙̍̿̄ä́mͣͅ :) *he starts purring loudly, his tail swishing slowly as he looks happy. He then blinks at Xem* I-AH!

*he starts to answer, but is interrupted by Katana, who leaps onto Anti’s lap and starts meowing/screaming at Xem; she wants pets too.*

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Finally! The ask button somehow didn't work for me, Anyway Haiiiii how ya doing ^^ hope good. I now had time to read the FM Chapter I have been sick the whole week and didn't really had energy to read it but now it is back :3

I'm happy to see Jair having a Vision again I missed that obviously it was more a bad vision.. but still! Let's just Hope them going another path will change the future.

That's all I have to say for today I don't really know what else to talk about BUT I wanna show you something, me and my friend made Bracelets based of Jairsolas (The one with the Orange string is mine and the other one is from a friend)

Ps: Eat something, Drink something and make sure to take lotsss of breaks ^^)/ *yeets affection at you /p*

Ps 2: Could you maybe Upload the New Chapter on Ao3? - Hunter's Friend

Hey Hunter! Sorry for not answering your ask quickly. I saw it when you sent it yesterday, but I was at work and things were CRAZY. Luckily I got a good sleep after :D

Anyway those bracelets are so cool! I do appreciate a good beaded bracelet. I can't believe you like my series this much, that's so flattering! ^-^

Yeah it felt like a while since Jameson had a vision, it was about time it happened again haha. I make no promises for how much the future will change, but I will say that it will change at least a little :3c

Anyway I will be uploading the chapter to AO3 now, thanks for the reminder!

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Taking a break from the egos fandom right now but how about some classic danti with 25?

I'll probably still be here when you come back XD

And I'm assuming you're talking about the fluff section 

25. “It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

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Anti was never one to sleep peacefully, always messy and chaotic, even when unconscious of the world. He slept on the bed with his limbs sprawled like a starfish, a pillow on his bare chest, and the other on the floor. The blankets were long gone, and only a sheet barely covered his lap. His color undergarments, a gift from Wilford, stood out like a sore thumb against the black bedding.

Dark had woken a while ago, already showered, and now shaving his face in the bathroom mirror. The door cracked open, letting in the light and allowing the sounds of Dark softly singing to himself to echo into the bedroom. 

The singing didn’t have proper lyrics, just sounds and humming that were almost hypnotic with how deep and smooth Dark’s voice naturally was, let alone when he used it to sing. 

Anti’s eyes fluttered as he woke up, staring off at nothing as his brain caught up with the rest of him. He smiled and rolled to his side when he heard Dark’s voice. Anti nuzzled himself more into the bed, closing his eyes and letting himself relax and enjoy the singing. Dark wasn’t one to break out into song like some of the other Ipliers, but his voice was just as soothing, and Anti tried to soak in as much as possible whenever he heard it. 

Eventually, Dark finished in the bathroom and stepped out to finish getting dressed, chuckling when he saw Anti on the bed and looking at him.

“How long have you been awake?” Dark asked as he took a shirt out of the closet and slipped it on.

“Long enough.” Anti sat up and stretched. “It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.” He said with a teasing smile. 

“Is it?” Dark hummed and went over to the bed. “For someone who’s ‘not romantic,’ you sure have some adorable one-liners.” He teased as well and kissed Anti’s forehead.

“Don’t call me adorable.” Anti playfully warned, grabbing at Dark’s unbuttoned shirt and pulling Dark toward him as he lay down.

“Or what?” Dark crawled up on the bed and hovered over Anti

“I can think of a few things.” 

“I just showered.”

“Sucks to suck. You can shower again with me later.” Anti giggled and tugged Dark down into a kiss.

“I guess I could handle that,” Dark said against Anti’s lips before going into another kiss. 

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Count Till I Don’t Know What Counts - Egotober Day 8

TW: Begging, Mind Control(?), just, over all creepy scientist

Egotober: Frame(d)

Septictober: Waking Up Disoriented

Word Count: 437

He feels floaty, he hates it.

Whenever he feels floaty something bad happens and he doesn’t want to hurt anyone again.

He finds himself mumbling apologies as he feels his body begins to rise and he begins to properly panic.

“Please.” He begs, voice warbled and warped beyond recognition, so deep it makes his throat sore.

Please don’t make him do it, don’t make him hurt them again please he begs for deaf ears.

They don’t care, sometimes if they’re especially sadistic they’ll taunt him. Asking if he’s excited to feel blood between his finger again after a particularly long time.

God, he feels tired, like he could sleep for a thousand years and never wake up. 

He wishes he could. In his floaty haze, he wishes they’d just kill him already. They’ve already taken everything from him.

But they still refusing to show any mercy to the pleading man, he’s nothing more than an object to them.

“Just go to sleep.” The scientist says in a soothing voice, like talking to a cornered animal. Their voice sounds too calming and it makes him so, so tired. He attempts to fight the darkness away amidst his floaty haze but he just can’t.

“You’re just going to have a little fun.” The scientist continues.

“Please…” He whispers as bright silvery tears begin to fall, his voice sounds so fare away.

“Oh none of that. Just get some sleep, you’ll be fine.”

Anti can’t help but consumed by the darkness as he fades out of consciousness, his last sight being the smiling scientist.

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Anti wakes up much later, the smell of blood permeating his nose making him want to gag, but he feels too weak to even do that.

His vision his blurry and the light blinding him is not helping and oh god his hands are sticky with congealing blood. Oh fuck who did he hurt. He can feel his heart beginning to race as he tries to remember.

Then he gets a flash, Jameson, oh god he feels like he’s gonna be sick.

He tries to push himself up so he can move to the toilet and throw up but his arms give out before he can get his legs under him.

He can hear the sound of Jameson screaming so clearly in his ears and his insane laughter ringing in his mind before the tears begin to fall again, much heavier than before, before a sob tears through his throat and he just quietly curls into a ball on the floor, sobbing out soft apologies to his little brother that he knows will never hear him.

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A Siren Song

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A/N: I just wanted to try my hand writing the merman boys. Don't know if I'll build a while AU for this, but if I do it'll probs be after I finish the hybrid AU.

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Mad hummed quietly to himself as he sorted through the shells on the sea floor, frowning and tossing aside shells with visible blemishes. Pausing to admire a beautiful purple shell, Mad glanced up as a shadow passed overhead, smiling when he saw Mare swimming above him and scooping up the shell before following him.

“Hey, dear heart,” Mare greeted as he perched on an outcropped stone, smiling at Mad like he was the greatest jewel in the world. “What have you got there?” He held his hand out toward Mad, smile widening when the smaller merman dropped a shell into his hand.

“It’s not perfect,” Mad mumbled, swimming around Mare before settling down to rest his arms against the siren’s tail. “I was looking for something bigger, like a clam shell, but I didn’t want to miss seeing you today.”

“This one is perfect,” Mare whispered, tucking the shell into the concealed pouch in his shirt, just above his heart. “It’s got the pearlescent sheen I was looking for, and it’s the perfect colour. The moment I get home, I’ll make it into a wonderful arm cuff so I can wear it always.”

“Y-You don’t have to…” Mad stammered, face red as Mare reached forward to hold his cheek, looking at him with eyes full of adoration.

Baltic amber holds no competition to your eyes,

The deepest orange to compliment the skies.

Inside my heart is where you’ll always be,

You’re the greatest treasure in the whole sea.

Mad squeaked, hiding his face in the smooth scales of Mare’s tail before looking up again, freckles standing out against his blush. In the crook of his neck, a fading mark glowed a soft purple, mirroring the shine of Mare’s eyes.

“I’m hardly a treasure,” he muttered, tracing patterns into Mare’s tail, watching the fins flick from the ticklish feeling. “My hip fins aren’t even, and my scales don’t shine like yours. You’re a siren, you can have anyone you want. Why choose me?”

Aesthetic isn’t my interest,

I’d never tell a lie.

You’re clever and brave,

That’s my reason why.

Mare held Mad’s gaze as he sang, running his fingers through Mad’s hair before pressing his thumb to the claim mark on his neck, watching Mad’s eyelids flutter as he arched his back. “I love you, is there really a question to that?” He asked, tilting his head so Mad could see the matching green claim mark on his own neck, matching the colour of Mad’s tail.

“The other pods think there’s a question,” Mad replied, resting his cheek on his folded arms on Mare’s tail. “They think you’re too good for me. Can you sing to me, something to distract me from their words?” He asked, waiting for Mare to answer.

“Of course, darling,” he answered, gazing over the underwater chasm they were perched at before looking at Mad again.

Stars apart and oceans away,

My heart by your side will stay.

Whether the sun is bright or the moon is shining,

My love ignores any sense of timing.

Wherever you go in this world,

I’ll sing songs for you.

Tunes and stories of my love,

Melodies you know are always true.

Tilting his head, Mad hummed quietly along to Mare’s words before straightening up slightly, opening his mouth to sing along.

You make me forget the bad things,

Your love is bright and strong.

And while you keep singing your song,

The melody gives me wings.

Mare smiled at Mad, brushing a thumb over his cheek as his words faded into melodies, closing his eyes to listen to Mad’s accompanying singing. Though Mad wasn’t a siren, Mare loved hearing his voice, finding it the perfect contrast to his enchanting melodies.

His voice wasn’t as strong, but Mad loved hearing his voice get lost among Mare’s singing, watching the siren smile as he serenaded him out of sight of judgemental eyes.

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