#chase x marvin

[muscari-melpomene]

Want, and Need

Chapter 3 of Counterbalance!

"It's supposed to be his job," said Anti sharply, and Dark sighed like he was trying to keep his temper, shutting his eyes for a moment. Anti was standing firmly in front of him, arms crossed, and no way in hell was he about to back down. "You said it was Wil's job to take them."

"It's not good for him to be there so often."

"He loves it there."

"That's why it isn't good for him."

"And it's good for you?"

"Anti," said Dark, opening his eyes to glare, "this-"

"If you tell me the fucking manor sucking your soul out isn't my concern, I will start screaming."

"I was going to say 'not up for discussion', actually."

"You fucker-"

"Anti."

"Don't," Anti nearly snarled, a glitch tearing down his back and fizzling out his words, "don't you dare use that bullshit on me, Dark. Why the fuck have you been feeding the manor, and why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't tell you for exactly this reason!" Dark threw his hands up and turned away, starting for the stairs. "I didn't tell you because you're only going to do this, and there's no point telling you anything else about it because you won't fucking listen."

Anti glitched out and appeared in front of Dark, shoving him back into the living room.

"Do not walk away from me-"

"What else am I meant to do," Dark gritted out, catching Anti's arm and pushing him away before Anti could shove at him again. "You're acting like a child."

"I'm the child? Wil's the one who hangs on your every fucking word, who can't understand that not everything's a part of his stupid little game-"

"-And the longer he's at the manor, the worse his delusions get-"

"William," said Anti slowly, "is not. Coming. Back. He's gone. Wilford isn't going to snap out of being Wilford, that's all there is left of him."

Dark was silent, watching Anti with cold, hard eyes. Anti stared back.

"And even if he did come back," he continued, ignoring the high-pitched ringing slowly building in the corners of the room, "he wouldn't know you. He wouldn't want you. He wants Damien and Celine. He doesn't want Dark. He never has."

"...And you do?" said Dark, all cold calmness now. "You want the shells of them, crumbled and mixed into a new mortar and plastered over the cracks of a broken body?"

"I want-"

"And what do you want with that body, Anti? Do you want it to abandon the power that sustains it, to lie helpless on the floor for you?"

Anti shook his head sharply, pushing away the image. "That's not-"

"Do you want it isolated like one of your victims?" Dark demanded, moving closer, "no ties, no escape? A doll to keep to yourself? Or perhaps you want this forever, fights every night because I dare to have a priority that isn't you and you need the struggle, the suffering, the pain my divided attention costs me- am I nothing but misery for you to have your fill of? When do your teeth sink in to my neck, then, when do I wake up to my last morning with you to see you grinning and sated?"

"Stop," said Anti, voice ragged as he grabbed at Dark's shirt, "Stop, stop it. Please stop it."

"Why should I?" said Dark, head held high. He didn't push Anti away.

Anti tipped forward, letting his head fall against Dark's shoulder.

"...Every time you feed the manor," Anti mumbled, "you get further away from me. It might as well be you getting tossed in that fucking basement. I hate it. I hate it, it's hurting you. You're tired when you come back, you're... less of you. More of it. It's gutting you to make more room for itself, because who you are isn't what it wants you to be, you don't want to be like it, I know you don't."

"How would you know that?" asked Dark. His voice was still cold, still impatient, but it was... softening. Just a little. Anti took a deep breath.

"I know you have nightmares."

Dark stiffened a little, and Anti kept talking.

"You're good at hiding it. Really good. But you can't pretend when you're asleep. I see your face move, I feel you get tense, like you want to run... and when you wake up, you look like you just got back from giving it a fresh body. It wants all of you, and you're afraid. And I don't want your fear."

"Why not?"

"I need you."

"You need to-"

"I need more than feeding," said Anti tiredly, shutting his eyes. "I need you. You next to me. Your arms. Your voice. Your terrible fucking interior design choices-"

Dark huffed like he was trying not to laugh, and Anti stored it away to feel smug about later.

"-your rants about the dumbass dog next door and the lemon window upstairs, your pretentious, stupid filing systems, you, Dark, I need you. I want you. And the manor wants to take you away from me, and I'm not going to fucking let it."

A long, quiet moment passed. Dark's hand pressed into the small of Anti's back, and Anti did not cry as Dark finally curled into him, holding him carefully.

"I need you, too," he murmured, setting his chin on Anti's head and stroking his hand up and down Anti's back. "I want you, too. And I... I don't want it. But it will kill me if I don't let it in."

"It'll still kill you if you do," said Anti miserably, and Dark sighed.

"...Maybe. Maybe it will. But there's time to figure that out, alright? I'm not dying right now, am I? I'm right here. With you."

Anti finally unclenched his hands from Dark's shirt, only to wrap his arms around his boyfriend's neck, pressing closer against him.

"...You're here," he agreed. Dark nodded.

"I'm not leaving you. I don't want to leave you."

"Promise," Anti demanded.

"I promise," said Dark, without hesitation.

...

Chase kept his eyes shut, and hated every second of it. But this was- this was important. This was important, and if Henrik tried anything Marvin was right there to set him on fire. Marvin was good at fire.

Chase tried to focus on that, on the memory of Marvin getting startled by his own damn cat and setting the ceiling fan on fire that one time. It was better than focusing on Henrik muttering to himself as he took notes on Chase's last answer.

"...Alright," said Henrik finally, and the frenzied sound of scribbling stopped, "there is... no evidence that the connection has changed. Decreased paranoia does not indicate it has weakened, it is simply the natural progression of increased security in the absence of an attack. All that remains is to-"

"Do we really have to do this part?" Said Marvin, and Higgins yowled. Henrik sighed, agitated.

"Yes, we do. It's the most important part of this check-in, you are well aware of that."

"Then- then couldn't I do it? This once?"

Chase frowned. Marvin sounded more worried than usual.

I should tease him about that later.

"Were you possessed by the anomaly?" Henrik snapped, "Chase has the strongest connection to it, he is our best avenue of insight. Don't let your emotions cloud your judgement, Chase will be fine."

Chase tried very hard not to think about the word 'possessed'.

"You don't know that," Marvin muttered angrily. Henrik sighed again, more pointedly this time. Chase was pretty sure Marvin would throw hands with Henrik if he wasn't so scrawny. Henrik wasn't much to look at either, but he definitely had the height advantage. Marvin did have magic, though, and an unmatched level of pure, unadulterated spite, and honestly Chase would pay to watch him kick the shit out of-

"Chase, I said focus," said Henrik.

"Always ruining my fun," Chase muttered. Marvin snorted, and Chase could feel Henrik holding back one last sigh.

"Reach out to him," Henrik commanded. This was the part Chase hated. He'd had his eyes closed through the whole questioning process to help disengage from his body, because if he was too present, too connected with what was happening around him, he wouldn't be able to...

...to feel Anti. And the others needed him to, needed any information on Anti they could possibly get. They needed him to do this, and it was all he could actually do for them, and damned if he was going to keep all of them trapped because it scared him. Damned if he was.

Chase took a deep breath, and reached out.

"Chase," said Marvin, half-frantic from where he knelt in front of Chase, "Look at me- can you hear me? Chase, can you hear me?"

"Why'm I on the floor?" Chase mumbled thickly, frowning stupidly at Marvin. Marvin was on the floor with him, holding him by the shoulders, looking ready to pass out with relief.

"Because you fell," he said, voice sharp with what sounded like anger but going by his expression was worry. "You went still, you started crying, and you fell-"

Marvin turned to glare up at Henrik, eyes glowing faintly green.

"You said he'd be fine."

"He doesn't look hurt," Henrik shrugged. "Chase, would you mind getting up?"

"Fuck off, Henrik-"

"He's miserable," said Chase slowly. Marvin looked back at him, frowning. Henrik tilted his head. Neither of them spoke. Chase swallowed. "Anti," he clarified pointlessly, "he's... he's miserable. Feels helpless. Angry, but not in a 'killing people' way. He's usually happy when he kills people, actually-"

"Chase," said Marvin, squeezing his shoulder, "we should get you to bed."

Henrik paused in his frantic note-taking to glare at Marvin.

"...Yeah, actually," said Chase after a moment, "that'd be... yeah. Sorry, Hen, I'll- I can write it all up for you later."

Henrik pressed his lips together, clearly frustrated, but nodded.

"...Alright. I had better pack up, then."

Marvin helped Chase off the floor, and Chase tried to shake off the last of the suffocating, cloying, helpless anguish that had rushed in on him from all sides. Higgins brushed against his ankle as Marvin guided him down the hallway and into the office he'd usurped and turned into- well, it wasn't really a makeshift bedroom anymore. It had been over a year. He was probably officially Marvin's roommate now.

"You're hovering," he told Marvin as the other herded him to the bed. The mattress felt softer than it had been that morning.

"You gave us a fright," said Marvin. Chase grinned up at him, and Marvin folded his arms.

"What."

"Knew you cared," Chase teased. Marvin went pink. Gods, he was so fucking easy.

Higgins jumped up onto the bedspread and curled up at Chase's feet purring loudly, and after a moment Marvin relented and sat on the edge of the bed.

"...are you alright?" he asked softly, and something flipped over behind Chase's ribs.

Not the time, Brody, really, definitely not the time.

"I'm fine," said Chase, only lying a little bit. "It's... they're not really my emotions, and I only feel him in- in my head for a moment, so... I'm fine."

"You were crying."

"Can't prove it."

"Chase."

"Marv," he said, taking Marvin's hand and doing his level best not to think about it, "I'm fine. I'll be fine. You should go make sure Henrik's not doing any bullshit out there, okay? I'll be fine."

Marvin hesitated just long enough for Higgins to meow impatiently.

"Fine," he said, dropping Chase's hand to stand up, "alright, I probably should see him out... I'll bring you some tea, alright?"

"Thanks," Chase hummed, giving him a smile. Marvin nodded sharply, and left. As soon as the door shut behind him, Higgins climbed up to settle on Chase's chest, purring loudly and nuzzling his head into Chase's shirt.

"Good kitty," said Chase, voice cracking halfway through. He took a deep, shaking breath, burying a hand in the cat's fur. "Good kitty. Thank you."

[incorrect-quotes-egos]

Marvin & Chase: Surprise! We're having a baby!

Robbie: What?!

Marvin & Chase, pulls out adoption papers: It's you!

[sugarrspice]

5

Medicine by Artist vs Poet! A lovely upbeat tune.

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Chase barely glances up as the man slides into the seat next to him.

Normally, he'd welcome the company- he liked people. Liked talking to them, digging his teeth into the seams to see what made them tick, what made them smile or tip back their heads and laugh.

He's tired of laughing, now. Has been for four fucking years. Now, he just wants to be left alone. He was done with being interesting.

So he stares determinedly into his shotglass, and shoots back the dregs of his whiskey, clinging to the drops of haziness it affords him.

(Not enough. Not anymore.)

"I'll go ahead and guess that the house brew is not, in fact, the most appetizing of drinks," a voice lilts off to his side, and he just barely doesn't grimace. Doesn't look over, either. He could pretend he didn't hear

"It's drinkable," he says, flatly. "That's about the best you can hope for from here."

The man snickers lightly, and from the sounds of it, leans back. "Astounding praise. It's drinkable."

Is he not going to leave? "Nobody comes here for the taste." Or the company.

"That they don't," his companion agrees after a moment, and he sounds very nearly regretful. "People come here to stop thinking."

...After four years, you'd think Chase has learnt to leave well enough alone.

He turns, only slightly reluctantly, and eyes his companion.

The man beside him is- on a good day, he thinks he'd call him elegant. Refined, maybe, the kind of man he'd buy a drink just to see how detached from everyday life he is. Rubies wrapped in delicate strands of gold drip from his ears, and Chase is fairly confident in saying that the rich blue shirt he's wearing is pure fucking silk.

Five years ago, he might've bought him a drink. Three years ago, he would've given him a nasty side-eye and pointedly looked away.

Now, he studies the way that his companion's loose-limbed elegance speaks more to exhaustion than any sort of grace, and wonders what the fuck brings him to a seedy little pub.

"You can ask," the man says, with no small amount of amusement; Chase doesn't even bother startling at the fact that he's been caught staring. It's not like he's the only one.

"Exec? Or CEO?" He guesses, propping his chin onto a hand. The man snorts, softly.

"Experimental chemist."

Chase raises an eyebrow. Four years have not, in fact, killed his ability to read people, even if two of those were spent in a facility that he can only describe as sadistic.

The man meets his eyes, steadily, and stays ostensibly relaxed, but a little bit of Chase's hindbrain raises its head, on high alert. Something isn't right.

"Dressed a bit fancy for a mad scientist. Okay, I'll bite. The hell are you doing here?"

"I enjoy flattering myself," the man says, dryly, and kicks back in his chair, expression twisting bitter. Chase... finds himself sympathizing. "I needed somewhere that I could disappear for a night after work ended... badly."

Chase hisses out a breath in sympathy. Here is the thing: four years have not succeeded in making him cruel. IRIS has made him bitter, and Anti has left him tired, but he can never quite stop the pinch of pain in his chest when he sees someone else aching.

Here is the thing: Chase is, when it comes down to the wire, constitutionally incapable of not offering a hand when others need it.

Savior complex, Anti had said.

Chase shakes the harsh scrape of his voice out of his head.

"I know a thing or two about work troubles," he offers, and kicks back in his own chair. "Got laid off for my own fair share of trouble that was out of my hands."

He tries not to be bitter about it; really, really, tries. It's been four years, more, and they couldn't have known, couldn't have believed him. He could barely believe himself, some days.

The man sighs, softly, and rests his own cheek in a hand.

"I wish they'd let me go. It'd be simpler, in a way."

Chase can't help the sharp laugh; he bites it off as quickly as it bubbles out, because really, really, weren't they just two peas in a pod?

He sees the man's narrow-eyed startle, and shakes his head, biting back the bitter smile. "Sorry, sorry. I wasn't laughing at you. Just- fuck, I get wanting some peace and quiet. Wanting to just be normal for a fucking day."

Whatever the man hears in his tone, he believes it, because he offers a rueful smirk in return. "Wouldn't that be the dream? Be unremarkable for a day."

"I've earned well over a day," Chase informs him dryly, and the man barks a startled laugh, before grinning back.

"Drinks on me if we swap war stories," he offers, and Chase hums, considering. He's not slammed- pleasantly buzzed, at most, and nothing a decent drink would tip over into that unpleasant territory of over-drunk. The man is clearly interested; maybe not immediately, but Chase is familiar with being sized up, with the line of heat pressed against him from shoulder to thigh. Anti is difficult to explain, but he can- he can fudge it, just enough. Chase has become a very honest liar, these last four years.

...It is nice to be seen, for once, though.

"If you're offering," he decides, at last. He almost doesn't want to ask for names, wants for them to be unremarkable for once--

"Marvin," the other man offers. He blinks, and then sighs, dredging up a shred of that old charm, and a crooked smile. His four-years frozen heart turns over in his chest, just once, slowly, and he bites back the surprise it brings with it.

"Chase. We've gone about this all backwards; usually we introduce ourselves before the drinks and trauma," he teases, and Marvin grins, some of that exhaustion sluicing off in favor of a playful wickedness that does look startlingly fitting on his angular countenance.

"I didn't take you to be a stickler for tradition," he retorts, and Chase raises his hands in surrender, smirking, as the bartender passes them their drinks.

"Got me there."

He lifts his glass, toasting Marvin with just an edge of irony. "To our woes."

"To our woes," Marvin echoes, just as dry, and then drains half his glass in one swallow, grimacing. "Ladies first. Or, well, beleaguered regulars first."

Chase sighs, and takes a bolstering sip of his own drink.

"Four years ago..."

[kalcifers-blog]

My take on Canon versions of Marvelsepticeye (their rivals AND lovers)

[yuckie-obsessive]

Idea yandere septiceyes x dead Reader and all of them work together to bring back reader from the after life. And reader tries to escape all the septiceyes and all of them working together to get reader back "home"

I’ve never really considered any of the other egos other than Chase and Anti. I guess I can make some HC lists for this.

Guys, I totally went overboard on this so I really hope you enjoy xD

Note: I’m only gonna cover Anti, Chase, Henrik, Jackieboy, JJ and Marvin, respectively. The latter four being a tentative take on the yandere side of these characters. I don’t know much about their fleshed out personalities or what is widely accepted in the community. So… please be kind 😅

Back From The Dead

Gonna clean the set up a little: the egos are trying their best to bring back dead!reader, with or without help. When reader is brought back, they understandably cannot comprehend their situation. They are scared out of their mind at the reality of being revived. Each ego reacts in their own way and pursue reader to bring them “home”.

- cause of death is up to your imagination

Tw: death (obviously), obsessive/possessive behavior (yandere), implied nudity, blood, use of restraints, abuse mention, kidnapping, gaslighting, stalking, drugging, alcoholism, non-consensual medical procedure, mind control, physical possession (body control), isolation, mental breakdown, anxiety

Jacksepticeye Egos x Reader (gender neutral)

Okay let’s get into it.

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Anti: possessive yandere

How he finds & feels about (y/n):

He met you through Chase, and though he was initially annoyed with yet another person to keep track of, a devilish plan formed in his mind.

A being as soft as you, so incredibly soft, would be easy to manipulate to his own wishes.

Don’t expect to have privacy ever around him after this.

Especially online.

He has immense control over all things electric, of course, and will use that to know what your habits are.

Even peeping through your phone’s camera and mic to monitor you.

He wouldn’t really call this being obsessive until he got in far too deep.

He isolates you and eventually lures you into a home he had “renovated” for his needs.

Then begins the long process of reprogramming your mind.

Though, he starts growing soft.

You are kind, no one had ever really been this kind to him before.

He doesn’t allow you to talk to the other egos anymore.

He’s not sharing you with anyone.

Hating when people mess with what’s his.

And you’ve become his most prized treasure.

All your attention belongs to him.

What happens when you die:

Denial.

You can’t be gone.

You shouldn’t have had the opportunity to encounter anything dangerous under his watchful eye.

This shouldn’t have happened.

His emotions are manic and volatile at any provocation.

Exploding and lashing out at anyone and everything that slightly inconveniences him.

You are the only thing that kept him calm.

And he’d do almost anything to bring you back.

Almost.

Would he reach out for help?:

Absolutely tf not.

He doesn’t want to be seen as weak.

Ever.

Reaching out to any other ego would be a huge hit to his own supersized pride.

You were already removed from them and he would never put you in a position to be taken away.

They would just fuck it all up anyway.

He wants to bring you back and prove to himself that he can overpower death itself.

How he would bring you back:

His range of control is vast within the online sphere.

He will quickly scan through billions of lines of text and code to search for answers.

Anti is precise in executing this plan to bring you back.

Using knowledge of human anatomy and various texts about the human consciousness, he would use a mix of both science and magic.

He is basically a demon after all.

He uses dark forces to pull you back to reality.

Wherever you ended up, he forcefully pulls you back into the waking world.

And he will ensure everything falls into place perfectly.

Reactions after he brings you back:

Your eyes flutter open and his pride is reinforced.

He can do anything, even bringing the dead back to life.

Then the rush of relief hits.

You were back with him.

He envelopes you in a tight embrace.

Possessively so.

This wasn’t going to happen again, he would make sure of it.

You’re frightened, naturally.

It’s an expected human response.

He wouldn’t be surprised.

But he’s still a little hurt when you wrestle yourself out of his hold and bolt for the door.

How do you escape?:

Oh, darling… you won’t.

This house you resided in had every inch connected to a mainframe.

He could detect every movement, controlling every working aspect from a single point.

So when you grab the handle to the front door, you shouldn’t be shocked to find it locked.

You also shouldn’t be surprised to find every exit suddenly blocked by shutters.

How he reacts to your escape:

He knows this is a terrifying process.

You just died and were revived. You must still remember the pain.

But he put in all that work and wasn’t going to let you go so easily.

No no no, he wouldn’t allow it.

Fight and reject him?

He’ll just laugh in your face.

Never admitting that it hurt him.

Everyone made his life so goddamn difficult.

He gave you affection, resurrected you and THIS is how you thank him?

Now he keeps you locked in your room 24/7.

Strapping you down to your bed, you have as much time as you need to reflect and accept how kind he’s been.

He provides you with everything you need to barely survive, of course

And watches you break down enough in order to return you to the normal life you shared.

By force.

“Do you think I want to do this? I’m NOT letting you get hurt again! You understand don’t you? I’m keeping you safe from yourself.”

Accept him?

He’ll hold you and calm you down with back rubs and sweet words of reassurance.

Treating you to all of your favorite things.

You might be treated like a porcelain doll from now on, but he does so lovingly.

The thought of going out was a long forgotten dream.

At least not without him practically glued to your side.

His form distorts and his expression shifts wildly at the idea of letting you out to get hurt again.

Though he hides it from you as best he can.

He just can’t stand the thought of letting you put yourself in ANY situation where you could get hurt.

So he’s all too happy to keep you at his side permanently.

His sweet, sweet (y/n).

You’ve already shared so much together after all.

He knows you better than you know yourself.

“I’m so glad we can be together forever. I’ll keep a better eye on you from now on, I promise… You’re my everything~”

Chase Brody: protective yandere

How he finds & feels about (y/n):

after his family had… disappeared, you became his new family.

He relied on you.

You distracted him from everything else.

You listened and were there when he would break down.

You were comforting.

You knew how to handle his depressive episodes.

He decided he wouldn’t lose you like he lost everyone else.

Understand, he has to study anyone that comes into your life.

To keep you safe.

People can take you away.

They could hurt you.

It’s why he kept you distant from the other egos.

Knowing all too well the dangers of a few notable figures…

So he asked you to move in with him- as a roommate.

He needed your stability.

You even helped him out of his alcoholism when you moved in.

He could finally see the silver lining.

What happens when you die:

Panic and denial.

Not again not again not again.

You were his everything!

He NEEDED you!

How was he going to survive when everyone in his life died before him?

He’s willing to do anything to bring you back.

Would he reach out for help?: 

Yes.

Though a little hesitant, he reaches out to Marvin first as he was seen as the most trustworthy.

Marvin suggests getting Henrik involved.

He’s nervous to ask Henrik. He’s eccentric at the best of times.

But they get him involved and start a plan to bring you back.

How he would bring you back:

They use both Marvin’s magical abilities and Henrik’s extensive medical knowledge.

Reviving your body and calling your consciousness back to the living world.

Reactions after they bring you back:

Literally crying from happiness and relief.

It didn’t seem possible.

He always held out hope though.

Your confused and frightened and at first Chase didn’t understand why.

Henrik explains how you probably remember the pain of dying.

Marvin counters that you could’ve had a metaphysical experience and you weren’t ready to return.

Regardless, you run as a result of your frightened state.

How do you escape?:

Simply running.

None of them were expecting this outcome, leaving them unprepared.

WAIT A MINUTE-

You could get hurt again!

Chase can’t go through another instance of this- it might actually break him fully he lets that happen.

How he reacts to your escape:

He’s frantic and enlists the help of the other two egos to track you down and bring you back to safety.

Reject and fight him?

He’s devastated.

His closest friend, his family, no longer wants anything to do with him?

Wait, he can change your mind!

So he stalks you.

You can’t get anywhere without him knowing.

He sends care packages of your favorite things.

Writes letters about how much he misses you and how he wants to talk.

Apologize for whatever he did wrong.

Not admitting that he started drinking again.

He moves to whatever city you relocated to.

Asks you questions about your new life.

Eventually he thinks you prefer things this way.

Okay, he can keep his distance.

But he’s never going to fully leave you.

Ever.

Until you let your guard down enough for him to take you back home.

“You know I’ll always be lookin’ out for ya. Though, it’s starting to get hard to protect you when you keep running around so much… (Y/n), can we go home now?”

If you come willingly?

Chase is still an anxious wreck, but your presence is reliably calming.

He sticks close to your side for months until he’s able to even remotely relax.

Don’t think you’ll be able to return to an independent life.

He needs to know everything you’re doing at all times.

You can hardly do anything without him over your shoulder.

He would rather spend the rest of his days glued to you rather than risk you being hurt again.

“Babe, I-I know I haven’t been the greatest person to be around. Actually I’m straight up terrible- especially for letting this happen. You’ll forgive me wont you? Please! You’re all I have left… and you know I’m always here for you right?”

Henrik Schneeplestien: controlling yandere

How he finds & feels about (y/n):

Initially a doctor/patient relationship.

Purely professional.

He gets to see you regularly.

From simple colds to mental struggles.

He wouldn’t say this to a patient, but you were the saddest little thing he’s seen in ages.

Regularly wondering how you’re clumsily drifting through life.

How were you still alive with all this misfortune?

It was amusing at first.

Then a bubbling worry began to grow.

You were always kindhearted, treating staff with high respect. 

Including himself.

If not a bit quiet and shy.

Looking at your hands anxiously or really anywhere else when discussing your issues.

God, you really were just an absolute wreck.

Was no one looking after you?

Surely someone had to be.

Right?

The tipping point was seeing you covered with various bruises during a physical.

It reminded him of the abuse victims he would occasionally encounter.

You waved them all off as not being the most coordinated at work or at home.

Making him felt anxious…

Something worse could happen.

He had to take action before you got even more hurt.

Henrik wasn’t above slowing drugging you into slowly depending on him.

So your visits became more frequent

Until you broke down in his office from the stress of this “new ailment”

You could hardly work your job and these constant visits were draining your wallet.

He was reassuring and comforting.

Everything will be much better from now on, he promised that.

Then preparing another injection of medication “to ease the pain and stress”.

It was too easy.

You fell unconscious.

As it was an impromptu visit after hours, no one was around to see him carry you off in his car.

Stealing you away from everyone else.

What happens when you die:

Stoic.

He knew someday something like this might happen.

So he already has a plan to bring you back.

He’s thought of this in advance after all.

He had a solution for every medical possibility.

You were the most important thing to him, so he needed some way to revive you should an accident like this occur.

Would he reach out for help?: 

No.

Everything is under control and an emotional ego would only get in the way.

They never met you anyway.

You essentially didn’t exist to the outside world so letting others know where you are would only bring more trouble.

How he would bring you back:

He is a medical expert.

Multiple times he has mapped your brain and nervous system.

Without your knowledge…

An invasive surgery and a large cocktail of drugs made in-house would reawaken your system.

Much time passed with this procedure.

But sure enough, you’re body awoke with a gasp and heavy coughing.

Like being born anew.

Reactions after he brings you back:

He had conditioned you at this point to feel comfort with his presence.

And is expecting you to be delighted with his god-like abilities.

But this situation was one never experienced for you.

It frightened you to your core.

Enough for you to blindly rush forward, trying to run away from the awful pain.

How do you escape?:

You run out of his makeshift operating room and out into the open.

Ripping open all the stitching from your life-giving operation.

You obviously didn’t make it far.

Warm blood rushing down your limbs.

Once the pain set in, you drop and nearly fainted from seeing so much red.

How he reacts to your escape:

Genuinely surprised to see you run off like that.

Concerned something could go wrong as you left his sight.

You needed rest.

You needed to heal.

Now you were exposing your injured self to the rot of the world.

When he finds you, he’s distraught but moves with purpose.

Coming to rescue his favorite patient.

Fight him?

He has a sedative ready.

Then carries your unconscious body back inside.

Oh how he wishes you didn’t fight.

Those legs would be a problem in the future…

Another surgery.

That pesky little problem is taken care of.

Now you wouldn’t run away.

Another surgery would fix that inner voice telling you to run.

Maybe remove some of those problematic memories too.

Working you back to that precious little darling he sculpted you into.

“Libeling, I do this out of love you see. Can you imagine what else could happen if I wasn’t here to save you?”

Accept his help?

He is more than forgiving.

Of course your emotions had overtaken logic.

The human condition is hard to predict, but he is patient with you.

He gently carries you back inside to tend to your wounds.

He is careful and every movement executed with precision.

Your gentle soul settled in an even more delicate body.

He worships your form.

While you heal, you are forbidden from moving until the stitches can be removed.

Maybe even longer…

He acts as your hands from now on.

He’s already seen everything so there was nothing to be bashful about.

He washes your body.

Cleans your teeth.

Hand feeds you.

Dresses you everyday.

You may not have independence, but he would give you anything you wanted.

As long as it had nothing to do with the outside world.

And you never had to leave his sight.

“Shatz, DON’T- please don’t get up. Let me get that for you. You could get hurt again! I’m your doctor (y/n), and I know what’s best for you.”

Jackieboy Man: paranoid yandere

How he finds & feels about (y/n):

Casually sees you in a specific part of town on this routine checks around town.

For some reason he felt a pull to you.

Making a small habit of observing you from different vantage points.

Small turned into regular occurrences.

He found where you lived.

Turning into a full blown obsession.

Needing to know everything you liked, what you did, where you worked.

He slipped up on his responsibilities to the common people.

But you became far more important in his eyes.

He enjoyed sneaking into your home undetected.

Watching you sleep…

You had never been this safe in your life.

Until you fell under his constant watch.

He introduced himself by “random chance”.

You knew of this hometown hero and were naturally excited.

It became common to “run into” him from this point.

Well, you might as well get to know each other over coffee in the mornings,

And lunches,

And dinners.

After a time, you invited him into your home.

Seems he was already comfortable, but you simply waved it off as his nonchalant attitude and usually chipper disposition.

He showed you his face.

An intense display of trust.

You were his after this.

He was paranoid someone would catch on to your relationship.

So he whisked you away to an undisclosed location.

To protect you.

His job brought too much danger to your life.

Now all those bad people can’t possibly hurt you anymore.

What happens when you die:

Guilt.

He wasn’t protective enough.

This was his fault.

He owed it to you to bring you back.

You didn’t deserve this.

You are the most precious thing in his world.

Would he reach out for help?:

As long as he trusted them enough.

Which is an extremely short list.

Marvin would team up with him on occasion so he sought his help and expertise.

How he would bring you back:

Closely supervising Marvin as he conducts his rituals.

Being caught breathing down his neck and rightfully walked back to let him work.

Jackie is just nervous to whether this will even work.

Or that he might worsen the situation more than it is now.

That changes when Marvin succeeds.

Reactions after he brings you back:

Jackie can’t believe his eyes at first.

But there you were.

Bright eyed and alive.

But… something’s wrong.

Your breathing is fast and you look panicked.

Wait- why are you running?

You can’t leave!

Not now!

Not when he just got you back!

How do you escape?:

Trying to flee into the isolated landscape.

You end up lost and more disoriented than when you woke up.

Having a panic attack when you finally tire out.

How he reacts to your escape:

Using any ability to track you down.

Nothing would stop him from finding you.

And eventually.

He does.

Seeing you distraught causes him to quickly take you into his arms.

Resist him?

Now he’s hurt.

Why did you have this sudden change of heart?

What did Marvin do to you?

He has to practically drag you back to the base.

You weren’t in your right mind.

Even if he has to restrain you, he’s going to break you out of whatever mind control you had to be under.

He excommunicates Marvin and everyone else.

“Don’t be upset! The bad man is gone now-“

Moving you to another country.

Deeply isolating the both of you.

He just can’t find the missing piece to bring you back to him.

But he’d never give up on you.

Everyday he loves you, you know he does.

And he knows somewhere deep inside, you love him back.

One day these effects will wear off and you two will be happily back in each others arms.

He just has to wait.

“Baby I know you’re in there somewhere. I’m nothing if I can’t be your hero… I will wait until the end of time for you to come back to me. I love you (y/n).”

Return to him?

He’s relieved, but nervous why you panicked in the first place.

Maybe you shouldn’t interact with anyone else from now on.

24/7 you have his attention.

On the occasion he needs more supplies, he lovingly locks you in the safest room in your home.

Where nothing can bring you harm.

Don’t worry, he always returns in quick fashion.

Knowing you shouldn’t be left alone for too long.

He’s had to essentially safety proof the entire base.

You will never again encounter anything sharp.

That means all meals are prepared by him.

Everything you do is closely monitored.

You won’t even toss in your sleep without him knowing.

Should you stray into potentially dangerous behavior?

He will make sure to correct and lead you away from it.

Sometimes a little too harshly.

He makes up for it with constant (maybe slightly overbearing) affection.

He loves to love, and will overcorrect if he thinks something he does is lacking.

But all in all he wants is you to be safe, happy and healthy.

“I’m here for you always. Don’t you ever worry about a thing. Ol’ Jackieboy is gonna keep you real safe. There’s nothing to fear when your hero is here.”

Jameson Jackson: controlling yandere

How he finds & feels about (y/n):

A random encounter that turned into regular meetings in a public space.

He was intriguing and you drew his attention.

No one ever wanted to sit with him and take the time to have a proper conversation.

He was mute after all.

But you still wanted to develop a friendship.

He started teaching you sign language.

Wonderful memories were made.

He could listen to your voice for hours.

Your laugh sent him over the edge.

You were the one.

Maybe he could rearrange a few things to get a little closer with you.

Perhaps, you encounter a few unruly individuals to seek his help and comfort.

And maybe your friends and family start avoiding you, for reasons unknown to you.

He pulled some strings to get you fired from your job.

You came crying into his arms, scared you would lose your home.

Over all stressed out of your poor little mind.

He would pick up the pieces for you.

He lets you move in to balance out the lack of income.

He likes the control he has over your life.

And in his home he has the most control.

You were caught in a web he had no intention of letting you escape from.

Everything from how you spoke to him, to how you carried yourself were molded into his ideal version of you.

He saw your true self and was helping you achieve personal perfection.

What happens when you die:

Panic and denial.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He didn’t understand how this could’ve happened.

Nothing fell out of place.

He quickly shook himself out the shocked trance and moved towards a solution.

Would he reach out for help?: 

Only as a last resort.

He’s grown clingy and the others always found him unnerving.

Not to the point of excommunication.

But enough to keep distance.

Eventually though, after many failed attempts, he reaches out to Henrik.

How he would bring you back:

The doctor make quick work in restoring your body.

Excited to practice a new experiment he had in progress

With success you wake.

Reactions after he brings you back:

If he could shout for joy he would.

All he can do is pull you into a tight hug.

Quickly shooing Henrik away, he gets ready to resume his perfect life with you.

How do you escape?:

Dashing out a window while JJ was busy dealing with Henrik.

Of course he immediately knows something went wrong when he returned

Not hearing the slightest movement from the room you were left in.

How he reacts to your escape: 

More panic-

Even more exhausting than the first time.

He just wanted things to go back to normal.

You hadn’t even made it off the property before a cascade of wires and strings halted your escape.

You couldn’t move but you could hear him approaching fast.

Struggle and fight?

He’s disappointed.

He though he taught you better.

Were you faking your affection?

This thought made him more upset.

He needed to make you see things from his perspective.

With his talent of strings he can take control of your body.

Puppeting your limbs to walk,

Conduct daily tasks,

Holding you back from fighting his affection.

You love him.

And he will show you the best way how.

(In sign) “There now (y/n), you see? You are much more suited for this kind of life. Don’t give me that look. I know what’s best and I’m going to make you perfect.”

Relax and let him take you back?

You must’ve simply misunderstood when you woke.

He still doesn’t want you running away again.

Attaching light, nearly invisible wires to your body in order to detect your movements.

So light you wouldn’t feel a thing.

He gently sways and builds you back to living in his perfect life.

Of course, he was going to be more careful.

More aware.

Sectioning off several rooms that hold objects of possible danger.

You never entered the kitchen again.

But that’s fine.

Everything is under control.

His control.

Letting you have enough distractions to miss the intricate processes behind the curtain.

(In sign) “Too many dangerous things out there for you to be toying with. How delicate and sweet you are… life is better when you can stay by my side isn't it?”

Marvin the Magnificent: clingy yandere

How he feels about (y/n):

Love at first sight.

He could feel that you two were meant to be together.

It was practically written in the stars.

He grabs your attention with flashy parlor tricks.

No need to worry about any other pests.

They were all such a bad influence.

And he couldn't stand when you gave your attention to anyone else.

He lured you in with wonder.

Finally showing you some true magic once he has you all to himself.

Sure you didn’t know where you were after that last flash.

You actually didn’t mind.

The sweet incense lacing the air was incredibly relaxing.

He showed you images beyond your wildest fantasies.

And beamed when your eyes sparkled with delight.

A captive audience.

Illusions that weaved into your subconscious.

Whispering to your mind that you were exactly where you needed to be.

That your destiny was with him.

What happens when you die:

Intense panic.

Though he is quick to start looking for a solution.

He frantically flips through pages upon pages in mystic tomes and scattered scrolls.

Trying to find that one spell.

That one incantation that will bring you back.

Would he reach out for help?: 

By all that is and ever will be, no.

The thought might’ve briefly crossed his mind, but was waved as soon as it came.

He is a Master of Magic.

His power is unmatched.

He alone would be enough to bring you back.

How he would bring you back:

Eventually landing on the sought after collection of texts listing castings and provocations… of necromancy.

Using the most rare artifacts and ingredients he could get his hands on.

He starts a multi hour ritual to retrieve your soul from the beyond.

Reactions after he brings you back:

This cast left him exhausted to his core.

Barely able to stand when he is finished.

But with fruitful results.

With a flash in your eyes, you quickly sat up.

Finally awake and lucid.

Too lucid.

His spells and influence had disappeared once you died.

Now you saw the gravity of the situation in front of you and bolted.

Him being too tired to run after, let’s you go.

You won’t get far.

How do you escape?:

You try to run.

After a while of turning random corners and dashing through long halls, you feel like you’ve traveled a far distance.

You stop for a breath.

A bright flash at your feet makes you gasp and the floor softens to consume your legs.

You’re caught up to your thighs when the floor hardens again.

Marvin rounds the corner and closes in.

How he reacts to your escape:

He’s not concerned about where your going, but your state of mind.

This domain bended to his will.

You could be running for hours and he could still pinpoint your location.

So he lets you drain your energy as he regains his.

Catching you once you had tired out.

Fight him?

Not for long.

A dizzying miasma fills the air and causes your body to feel heavy and weak.

He carries you around the corner he appeared from, back to your “home”.

With a drop in your stomach, you realize you were nowhere near freedom.

Your body refuses to move after he places you down on a table.

Silent and stoic, he moves to collect different potions and light several bundles of exotic herbs.

The air grew sweet.

Your mind focused on the alluring aroma as he began reciting a new spell.

One that would lock your mind into his influence for good.

Your own good.

Anything that existed beyond his wonderland is a long forgotten fantasy.

“This is for the best, (y/n). You won’t have to worry anymore. Sleep well, starlight, and be reborn to the life of your dreams.”

Resign to your fate?

He realizes why you fled and takes caution.

Not showing his cards fully.

You both know you can’t escape.

He wont let on that he’s aware of this.

He eases you back to the warmth of your shared home.

Calming you from the adrenaline high with some of your favorite foods.

He performs a small light trick that always delighted you.

You hardly reacted.

No, this wouldn’t do.

He wanted to reawaken the brightness of your soul that attracted him.

To reinvigorate the gravity in your aligned stars.

A slower approach perhaps.

Instead of the immediate stunning performance that brought you to his abode, he drums up a soft consistent rhythm to ease your nerves.

The halls seemed to still catch your wonder, if even a little.

Small distractions lead you away from problematic thought.

A few extra ingredients in your food would help you relax and readjust to everyday living.

His consistent calm, collected demeanor- if not a bit overbearing, did eventually convince you of your safety.

He’s always gentle towards you, after all.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad…

“Will you allow me one lifetime? I always strive to amaze, but I’ve never replicated anything close to your beauty. The show must go on, my startlight, won’t you join me in the encore?”

[hi-whore123]

Lately I’ve been feeling so burnt out I have a lot of ideas but I can’t finish them I know this is a regular thing but I can’t to feel like I’m a bad writer for not consistently writing and posting

This post was made to just vent really it really is hard to to balance school and writing

[egomeister]

BIG SPOON OR LITTLE SPOON?

ALL EGOS

SYNOPSIS: While we're on the talk of cuddles, are they a big or a little spoon? (Most of the guys are happy with both, so I'm just going to put their preference)

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Darkiplier

Big spoon

Wilford Warfstache

Little spoon

Actor! Mark

Either (Changes by the day)

Yancy

Little spoon

Illinois

Big spoon

Engineer Mark

No preference

Damien

Big spoon

Antisepticeye

Big spoon (Dislikes cuddling though)

Chase Brody

Little spoon

Marvin the Magnificent

Big spoon

Dr. Schneeplestein

No preference

Jameson Jackson

Little spoon

[k9povnd]

When you go live with your boyfriend and his husband (who's also your boyfriend)

Me and Jackie been missing marv lots lately,,,,

[baddoggylore]

Henrik and anti got into a huge fight about being a test subject and left, it's raining it's cold anti hates his life.

When Seán introduced anti to dark and mark, anti Ah first hated him, Dark on the other hand felt antis emotions , and wanted to know more of him, so everyday Dark would offer to take him out on walks or just out of the house, even if anti tried to kill him, this went on for months, and when anti got drunk he was a mess crying glitching and just grabbed dark into a hug and falling down but dark picked him up and sat him on the bed letting him hug him

"Why can't you fuckin leave me for dead"

"Your full of yourself if you think you should always be a subject to tests..I'm your friend and I need you to be here, I'll always help you," - Dark

"I feckin hate you.."

"I will always love you no matter how you wanna see me" - Dark

These are Headcannons and this is how I'll be writing it in story with help of course stay tuned~

[mothgodofchaos]

Uno

This was originally just going to be platonic Marvin, but kind of turned into a Septic house fic instead. It’s just fluff. Good, warm fluff. Marvin, GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 652

You challenged a magician to play cards with you. Frankly, a poor choice. You were familiar with all of his tricks, or at least you thought you were. Watching his hands move the decks between his fingers, the illusions, how he always knew which one you were holding. He promised to teach you some, but you could never quite get the flick of the wrist right or palm the cards correctly. No matter, it was fine. You were set on beating him today. At the world’s deadliest game. Uno. At first he laughed at your challenge, but word got around that you had challenged him and others began to speak of your intensity when you play. How you almost never lose, and you don’t play nice. The specialized cards you have in your personal set. His expression changed from intrigue to fear when a time of you landing a “+20” on someone graced his ears. He returned to you the next day, extending his hand to shake yours, a glint of determination in his eye. “Alright, game on!” 

You shuffled the cards, but he dealt. An agreement that you both had agreed upon to keep the other from cheating. Dirty plays were absolutely on the table, and you were the one who knew what cards were in the deck. He just prayed that whatever he was dealt would either give him a standing chance or quickly put him out of his misery. He didn’t know which one was worse. “Scared, Marv?” “Me? Never. Ye have t’ do a lot more t’an shuffle cards t’ scare me!” Quips were exchanged back and forth as numbers were put down, the occasional skip or reverse. But no sign of any special cards as you continued through the pile, drawing one at a time. The game went on for several hours, occasionally Chase or Henrik coming in to check on you both, Chase coming back with snacks. Anti watched from the ceiling for a bit, snickering when you landed a green skip on Marvin before glitching away when Marvin threw a card at him. Something made you wonder if maybe Anti ate all the draw cards, but you knew they were in there somewhere. So the game continued on. Until an evil glint appeared in Marvin’s eye, slamming down a “+10” custom card down in front of you. You hissed through your teeth, down to your last two cards, and seeing that he would have Uno. Oh, but the poor fool forgot to call it first. “UNO- DRAW TWO CARDS, MAGIC MAN!” He glares at you, still triumphant that you had to draw more than him. But oh, you found exactly what you were looking for. You wait for him to take his turn, a simple blue “8” before you unleashed the hell that was in your hands. Four “+2”s, two “+4”s, two “+10”s, and the dreaded “+20”. So what if they normally didn’t stack, he wouldn’t have been able to play anyways. Fifty-six cards in total, and he looked at you with disbelief. “Ye, ye win. Nope. I’m not doin’ t’at. I forfeit!” He throws up his hands, walking away with a pained laugh, to which turns more genuine as you celebrate your triumph. He chuckles, extending his hand to you to shake. “Good game, ye fuckin’ trickster.” You shake his hand, just to be shocked, his maniacal laugh back. Shaking off the zap, you chase him through the house, until Henrik finds you both on the couch, exhausted from running. Anti glitches and joins you, laying across the back of the couch, Chase and Henrik in the arm chairs as you all watch a television show. JJ and Jackieboy come home that evening to find you all asleep. JJ joins you, Marvin, and Anti on the couch while Jackieboy crashes on a beanbag. As is a normal day in the Septic household.

[bookwormscififan]

The Toymaker Who Waited

Read on AO3!

A/N: This is very much a rip-off of the Doctor Who episode 'The Girl Who Waited' (series 6, episode 10). JJ gets displaced in time, but Shawn continues to age. Also, this was supposed to be a short thing, but somehow it's three pages long.

“Promise you’ll be back soon?” JJ turned to give Shawn a smile, watching the way the sun reflected off his light brown hair and made his green eyes sparkle.

One film, Shawn dear. I’ll be back before supper. He gave Shawn a final wave, then walked down the road, adjusting the bag strap on his shoulder to sit more comfortably.

Shawn watched JJ walk down the street, holding his hand up to shield the sun from his eyes, until JJ walked out of Shawn’s field of view, then the toymaker went back into the house and shut the door behind him. He glanced at the clock, noting the hours before JJ would return, then rolled his sleeves up and whistled to himself as he headed to his small workshop in the back of the home.

Jameson Jackson reached the building he was commissioned to film in, tapping his toe on the ground outside before heading inside. He had his job documents in his hand, ready to show whoever was at reception, then smiled as he was ushered to a room where he was then sat in front of a large camera and given a script.

After being given an idea of what he was filming, JJ was left alone to begin his show, frowning as the room distorted and the colours drained, pulling him away from where he sat…

…Into a different room, table lit up with black candles, and a pumpkin on the table before him. Confusion washed over JJ, pulling his pocket watch from his waistcoat to check the time, seeing the hands on the clock spinning uncontrollably.

What happened? Where am I? He stared into the lens of a small camera, eyes wide with fear, before standing from the table and scrambling backward, running for the first door he saw and stepping through it.

The world had changed. Everything was bright, the air was different, and there were strange automobiles moving outside the building. Jameson gasped, letting out a silent shout when a hand suddenly dragged him back inside the strange place.

“Woah, stay in here, bud.” The voice was calm, comforting almost, and JJ turned to look at the dark haired man who held his elbow in a loose grip. Tugging his arm from the man’s grasp, JJ held his hands up to sign.

Who are you? Where am I? When am I? The man chuckled, motioning for JJ to take a seat, then crouched in front of him.

“My name is Chase Brody. Are you alright? You’re in my apartment, ground level, and it’s 2018.” He frowned when JJ paled, placing a soothing hand on his knee as he looked into his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

I had a friend. He’s waiting for me… was waiting for me. I need to find him. Chase nodded slowly, patting JJ’s knee before standing up.

“Ok, we can do that. I’m going to call my friend, is that alright?” He waited for JJ to nod before pulling his phone from his pocket and dialling the only person he could think of to help. “Marvin, I need your help.”

“Temporal displacement. Weird science magic stuff,” Marvin stated, looking at JJ as he pushed his hair back from his eyes. “He’s a time traveller, to put it in simple terms,” he concluded, smirking at Chase.

“Can we help him find his friend?”

“We can, but he might not like how it turns out.” JJ looked between the two men in front of him, blinking before lifting his arms.

I don’t care about the outcome, I just need to find Shawn. Marvin tilted his head at JJ’s desperation, then shrugged and waved his hand, summoning a large book.

“Shawn… Shawn what?” he asked, flipping through the book as he peered over it to look at JJ.

Shawn Flynn. Marvin continued to flip through the book, letting out a short huff as he found the page he was looking for.

“Found him. I’ll give Chase the address; he’ll take you there.”

The place was just as JJ had left it all those years ago. The whitewashed shutters still hung open on the windows, plum coloured roses blooming at the end of the garden. The silent man looked up the cobblestone path to the wooden deck, heart pounding as he saw the burgundy door that he and Shawn had painted together one summer evening. The door was faded with age, paint peeling around the worn hinges and doorknob.

Chase tapped his shoulder, motioning to go to the door with a questioning look, and seemed to let out a sigh when JJ started walking. He followed JJ to the front door, then waited for the silent man to knock.

It took several moments before the door opened, revealing an elderly man wearing a brown flat cap that was all-too-familiar to JJ. His green eyes were watery, freckles hidden inside old skin, brown hair long since faded to white, and he looked into JJ’s eyes with a bitter fierceness.

“What do you want?” JJ’s heart cracked at hearing the croaky voice of his friend, and he lifted shaky hands to answer.

Shawn… it’s me… it’s Jameson…

“Jameson deserted me seventy years ago,” Shawn replied, glaring at JJ before seeming to take in his appearance. “He dressed exactly like you are, and I never saw him again. I waited all night for him to come back…” he trailed off as his voice broke, shining tears making their way slowly down his cheeks.

JJ reached forward to wipe away the tears with his thumb, cradling Shawn’s cheek in his hand as he lifted his face to look at him properly.

“What happened to you?” Shawn’s voice was barely a whisper, and he lifted his cold hand to touch JJ’s cheek tenderly. “Why did you go?”

Chase stepped forward, clearing his throat awkwardly to get the men’s attention.

“My friend said it was something about time travel? It seems James was pulled forward through time, ending up… here.” He waved a hand vaguely at JJ, averting his gave as Shawn stared at him.

“You’re right, Chase, but it’s a little more complex than that.” The trio turned to see Marvin walking up the path, fiddling with the hem of his shirt as he pointed to the inside of the house with a questioning look. “I think we should take this inside.”

“You’re telling me that I can either have Jameson here with me now, or you can try to send him back to me in the past, but you aren’t sure he’ll go back to the right time?” Shawn asked slowly, hand held tightly in JJ’s on as he stared at Marvin.

“Correct. I can send him back, that won’t be hard, but I can’t guarantee I’ll send him back to the exact moment he disappeared,” Marvin answered, looking between Shawn and JJ uncertainly. “He might show up twenty years after he disappeared.”

“But he’ll be back with me, when I’m younger,” Shawn clarified, looking up when JJ stood, watching him go into the kitchen. He waited a moment, then the toymaker stood slowly and followed the silent man.

“Jameson, this would be better than right now, where you’ve got me, but I’m old—”

I don’t care that you got old, JJ signed, interrupting Shawn. I care that we didn’t grow old together. Shawn, I saw you two hours ago. For me, I just left the house, you were standing in the doorway watching me go. Now, you’re eighty, and I’m still the same age. I missed it all.

Shawn paused, comprehending JJ’s words, then looked at the ground as he wrapped his arms around himself.

“If you go back, you could grow old with me,” he said in a small voice, listening to JJ sigh before looking up as JJ lifted his chin with a hand.

He might only send me back twenty years. Our timelines are messed up, Shawn.

“Are you sure about this?” Marvin asked, looking at JJ with concern as the silent man patted Shawn’s hand with a sad smile.

“He’s sure,” Shawn answered, looking into JJ’s eyes. “Send him back. I’m giving him the years he missed. The life I had. I’m giving him the chance to grow old with me.” Marvin nodded, then closed his eyes as he waved his hand while chanting under his breath.

JJ kept his gaze on Shawn’s face, watching the colours drain around him before feeling himself being pulled away, hand holding nothing before he was dropped into a dirty town.

He recognised the town as the town close by the house he and Shawn lived in, and he sprang to his feet with determination, briskly walking the streets until he got to the one he wanted.

Taking a deep breath, he saw that the cars parked in front of the houses were the ones he had seen being introduced, and the lamps were still just being replaced from gas to electrical. Heart pounding, he ran down the street before stopping at the door to his house.

He raised a shaking hand, bracing himself before he knocked, biting his lip as he waited for the door to open.

“Jameson?” He turned as he heard his name, face splitting into a smile as he saw Shawn standing at the gate, bag of groceries in his arms, looking just like he did when JJ left.

“Where have you been? Jameson, it’s been two days! I thought you’d been killed!” He huffed as JJ wrapped him in a tight embrace, laughing when the silent man lifted him, ignoring the groceries that fell to the ground as he wrapped his own arms around JJ’s shoulders.

“What’s this all about?” He asked when JJ put him down, seeing the tears glistening in JJ’s eyes. “What happened?”

So much, Shawn. But it doesn’t matter now. He cupped Shawn’s cheek, running his thumb across the freckles he loved, then leaned forward and kissed Shawn behind the hat he’d pulled off to hide them.

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@brokentimewatch

[incorrect-quotes-egos]

Jackie: Wait, Marvin kissed you and you said “thank you”? 

Chase, still mortified: Yes. 

Jackie: Well. That was very polite.

[sugarrspice]

"-never seen him so relaxed," Anti hears, and he debates, for one moment, the merit of heaving a completely unnecessary sigh. Instead, he continues to lay still, sprawled out over Chase's lap as he is, Chase idly braiding and unbraiding tiny braids into his hair as he talks with Marvin and Jackie.

Shit, he really needs to cut his hair. But then Chase wouldn't be leaving little braids along the nape of his neck on accident, and-- gods all damn them, they've made him fucking soft.

Used to be he'd cut off someone's hand for touching him. Now he's sitting here preening as someone does his damn hair. The Fell Omen, his fucking ass.

Chase hums in response, and moves on to the next braid, warm hands steady and soft against the coarse strands of hair. "You think so?"

"He's in your lap, looking like he's about to start purring." Anti feels, more than sees, the withering look that Marvin sends Chase, and rumbles a soft laugh. Serves him right for asking stupid questions.

Chase pauses in his braiding only to flick Anti on the head, but his voice stays mild. "You stop laughing. It's an honest question."

"He doesn't let anybody within three feet of his back, let alone his hair, and you're asking if he's relaxed."

"He's pretty," Anti drawls, eyes closed, "but he's not always the sharpest."

Chase sighs, and Anti can feel the sound, lips curling into a smirk. His smirk falters as Chase says, still amused, "I usually leave the sharpness to you and your knife."

"Good. Artemis is a beautiful blade, and she's lasted the longest."

"I forgot how weird he gets about his knives," Jackie mutters, and Chase snickers, dropping the last braid. Anti flips Jackie off without looking; anything else is quite a bit of effort right now.

"Your first superhero name was fucking Jackieboyman. You don't get to say shit about me being weird."

"I panicked," Jackie protests, and Anti's smirk widens as he works himself up into a fit of playful indignation. Marvin groans, loud and pointed, and from the sounds of it, drags Jackie into his lap before he can actually get up.

He cracks open an eye at that, smug as he ever is. "Sounds like someone's coping-"

Chase must take pity on Jackie because he sighs, and flicks Anti again on the forehead, Anti reaches up without looking to catch his wrist. With an air of apparent acceptance, Chase settles back into the couch. "You don't let anybody near your hair, huh?"

"Not just anybody," Anti says, and because he's being indulgent, he figures he'll entertain this line of conversation and let Jackie go. "You're not just anybody. I trust you."

"That, and Brody's too soft to do much more than slap someone," Marvin hums, amused. "Harmless as they come."

Anti's eyes flick to meet Chase's at that; steel blue and bright, venomous green. Steel blue, warm as Chase's weight against his side, but Anti knows how cold those eyes can be, hard as the gun tucked away into a safe, safely out of sight. For the briefest flicker of a moment, they're back in the freezing sleet, a smoking gun in Chase's hand and blood pooling around Anti's feet. There are callouses, well and hard earned, catching against Anti's hair.

Anti smirks, then, and stretches further into Chase's touch. "Harmless," he echoes, almost mocking, and Chase huffs a soft laugh at the shared joke, before leaning down to press a kiss against Anti's forehead.

"For you? Always."

[kalcifers-blog]

Do you have TMA JSEgos ideas for all the egos?

YES I DO

Chase-

Affiliation with The Eye, in terms that he'd make a good Eye Avatar as well as the fact that he'd be a victim of it as well, everything that was shown in AF:CB was so unbelievably Eye Coded its unreal. I do think there would be some connection that could be made with The Lonely (for obvious reasons) The Buried (the idea of him being confined to a small room for days on end, and how suffocating it must feel to be in his position) and also The Desolation- with his greatest pain at the moment is him still actively grieving the loss of his family and how his life has been destroyed because of it.

JJ-

This mother fucker is so Web coded it's unreal. We have no idea what role JJ plays, whether he's a puppet or puppet master or both, and part of me thinks that JJ likes to keep it that way. I can see JJ being manipulative in the same way Martin is? It's all through surface level kindness, people pleasing and hiding his true feelings on a person, whether or not this is intentional is something I think should be completely left ambiguous.

Marvin -

Similar to Chase, I think Marvin has the potential for being extremely Eye Coded, but he goes about it in a very different way. Arguably he's more Eye Coded than Chase is in some ways- But I do also think that it could be a thing that he's equal parts Desolation and Eye, maybe with elements of The Hunt. He will hunt down the answers he craves that he's almost hungry for- and it will destroy him in the process, but he can't turn away from it.

Jackie -

This may be a teeny bit controversial since I've seen a few people say Jackie would be The Hunt or The Desolation- (which I don't entirely disagree with) but I think Jackie would be The Lonely and The Vast by far. The work of a hero is inherently an isolating one, there's no one Jackie can really go too for advice or who would understand even without the whole "needing to keep a secret identity" thing- and that's not even including that it doesn't really seem Jackie has too many people he can rely on ? Jackie's story also features space and the universe a lot and it's clear that he's very interested in it, he doesn't fear heights or falling, he embraces it even. Honestly, if he weren't poor he'd be prime for being a Fairchild.

Henrik -

I have so many different takes on what Henrik could be it's kinda insane but fuck it we ball. So first thing that comes to mind is The Spiral, due to the whole Mad Scientist trope Henrik seems to be based on and the whole Wonderland episode (iykyk) is very Henrik coded imo. However, there are also elements of The Corruption here? Where Henrik's manifestation of Anti could be a growing sickness - but this seems more like Henrik would be a victim of it than being an Avatar. Also I hear you out when it comes to Henrik being Not!Themed and I love the idea so fucking much like I really do and I can fully see that being a thing.

So my general idea is that Henrik had elements of The Spiral, maybe was affected by it in some way and maybe had a run in or two with The Corruption, before ultimately dying and being replaced by The Not!Them, leaving us as the viewers being the only ones noticing the change but not being able to do anything about it.

Anti -

I have a love-hate relationship when talking about Anti in terms of TMA avatar for him. But my general idea is that he is all of them. He's the manifestation of fear and can shift and change himself to whatever he's targeting to affect them in the worst way possible. I guess naturally he'll have more connection with the Eye to be able to do that but yeah.

I do have more thoughts which I might put in a reblog but I can't lie it's 4.33 AM and I am not thinking cohesively so I hope this works for the time being

[asherranceoftheheart]

Heya! Decided to try and get the writing muscles stretched out after the short break.

I want to write more for the Jacksepticeye egos, some yandere stuff?, And maybe even reader x character stories. Also planning on writing some more for the game Glitched so look out for that too!

Send me some prompts if you guys want!

[egomeister]

NICKNAMES

SEPTIC EGO EDITION

SYNOPSIS: Nicknames they call you

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Antisepticeye

I genuinely cannot imagine this man calling you by a nickname, he doesn't strike me as the type, maybe he would teasingly use some of the more classic ones, but that's all it is, teasing. He has his own ways of affection, pet names aren't really one.

Chase Brody

He calls you bro, buddy and dude, he's just a little bit insecure ngl and doesn't want to say anything that would make you uncomfortable, he calls you babe or baby once tho and never lets it go again.

Marvin the Magnificent

His nicknames are actually pretty cool, at the beginning of your relationship he calls you bunny or rabbit because obviously, magician, but once he starts to understand you more he'll call you either clover, spade, diamond or dearheart, based on cards (different cards have different personalities)

Dr. Schneeplstein

His nicknames are all German, they just slip easier for him, liebling and schatz are his basic two (darling, treasure) but will eventually start calling you maus and perle (mouse, pearl) though it can depend on your personality.

Jameson Jackson

JJ can't verbally give you nicknames, but he's uses names like dove, poppet, love. Is he English? Who knows, probably not, but he gives pet names like a victorian anyway.