#pm!jameson jackson

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Whumptober #8- Stomach Pain

Puppet Master AU

The doctor hugged the bowl as he spew bile from his body. And right behind him was Jameson, worriedly holding his long brown hair back and rubbing soothing circles on his back. It had been days since Henrik had started to feel sick, and Jameson couldn’t pin point where he had gotten it from. Is not like Henrik leaves the house…

Had he been giving him a stronger dosage than he intended to?

“J-Jamie..? My sto-stomach…” Henrik started weakly before resuming with retching whatever needed to be out of his body.

“{Dear, let me get you water. I-I will be right back.}” Jameson’s voice resonates quietly in Henrik’s mind, though that makes the doctor groan and shiver. Before Jameson can even pull away, a weak grip lands on his hand.

“T-Take me… Hospital…”

Blood drains from his face at the request. No, the hospital was off the table. They’ll find out he has been giving Henrik tranquilizers and drugging him. They can’t possibly blame him for it, right? Henrik is always working… never taking care of himself, and who better to take care of the doctor than Jameson himself?

“{Come now, I can take perfect care of you. J-Just let me get the medicine—}” Jameson stammers, caressing Henrik’s sweaty hair in comfort. Or was that to ease the anxiety to have to listen to what he was requesting.

“Jamie—“ Henrik finally turns towards the dapper. Blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth, his face lost all color and could be paler and the white walls of the bathroom they found themselves in. It definitely looked like Henrik wasn’t getting any better, and Jameson could only feel guilt… “—please…” A sob broke out, the Please being enough to make Jameson comply. His grip tightens over Henrik’s hand, Jameson won’t let anyone take Henrik from him… he’ll get rid of them if he has to.

“{A-Alright, my dear. We’ll go to the hospital. I’ll wake Chase up and have him drive us there.}”

Tag list

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What does PM Jameson look like?

He has a fuller beard, tousled hair and his eyes are shadowed, colder. His smile can warm them if he wants it to. Dark gray or black overcoat with deep pockets that goes down to just above the knee, a navy blue vest instead of Normal JJ’s royal blue, a gray collar shirt and a black and white spotted neckerchief scarf. He kept the same black slacks, bowler hat, watch and monocle. 

TLDR: Imagine a Jameson who looks manipulative and spiteful in this outfit and you’ve got it

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Can you please do Ellie being super dominant? like spanking you and Degrading heavily, punishing you?

please, I really like your content

I got you !!!

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You deserve this

Ellie Williams x fem reader

Warnings: Smut, degrading, slapping, dirty talking, pet names, tied up.. kinda bondage ( R receiving), strap on (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving). Drinking.

Summary: you have been teasing Ellie all night, and she is not going to stand for that

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You and Dina have been friends for a long time. The both of you do everything together, even dates. Dina and Jesse have been dating for a long time and they presented you, Ellie, since then you and Ellie have been dating; three months ago you and Ellie moved in together in a small house in Jackson.

two days ago You and Dina went out to drink coffee, she invited you and Ellie to a party, and she told you everyone in Jackson was going. You happily agreed, Dina and you were kinda famous in Jackson and have many friends, the both of you have always been party girls.

When you arrived home that afternoon you told Ellie about the party, she wasn't very excited, she's never been a fan of parting, but she agreed.

The day of the party you woke up next to your gf, but she then left and came later to pick you up; You were pissed off, you wanted to spend the day with her and she wasn't paying you much attention. While she was gone you decided on a plan, you were going to tease her all night.

you wore a tight black dress and heels, your ass almost showing. "babe are you wearing that ?" she said looking at you up and down. "yeah why ?" you said looking at her eyes innocently.

Ellie and you entered the party holding hands, she then went for drinks as you greeted everyone.

"omg Dina you look amazing," You said hugging her, "you too girl, you look hot af".

After having some drinks Ellie and you headed to the dance floor, you putted a knee between Ellie legs, her own jeans rubbing her clit slightly, she gasped at the sensation. Your head resting on her shoulder and your mouth cm away from her ear. She could her everything you said

“Ohh Ellie” you looked up at her, breathing heavy. She knew what you where doing, and you knew too.

After some songs Dina called you to the bar, you grabbed Ellie’s hand and when directly to the bar were Dina and Jesse where.

“Y/n bet I can drink more shots than you,” Dina said laughing, you looked at her your brows lifted up, “bet”.

Everyone gathers around the bar, as Dina and you took shot after shot, people cheering. After the 5th shot, you looked at Dina, and she kept going... "ok ok you win" You both hugged and laugh. " well Dina bet I can dance with more people than you " you said and she agreed instantly. Ellie looked at you, her face red with madness and confusion.

then the clock hit 12:30 pm, Dina and you both went to the bar a gain to compare the results of the bet. "Ha ! " you said pointing at Dina and making a little win dance; Dina laughed and looked at everybody "Guys let's play truth or dare". everybody agreed exited and situated in a circle with a Jameson whiskey bottle in the middle.

you sit on Ellie's lap and offered to turn the bottle, this in purpose because every time you turned the bottle, you showed your ass to Ellie. The bottle pointed you at this round, Dina laughed and asked "Truth or dare y/n" ... "Truth"

"Have you ever faked an orgasm?", your side looked at Ellie who you were sitting on, You laughed and nodded with a low "yeah". Ellie gripped your waist roughly and raised a brow. The both of you knew you were lying, every time Ellie and you fucked you were begging her to let you cum.

for the rest of the game, Ellie was mad, and when the clock on her wrist hit 1:25 am, she couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up and held you by your wrist, she got close to your ear, "We're going home right now", you could tell she was angry and frustrated. ....

“you’re such a bitch…” Ellie muttered, slamming the door of your shared apartment closed and you scoffed.

"What do you mean !?" you turned around to face her. She suddenly grabs you by the neck and crashes you against the wall, her knee between your legs. You moaned a little from the sensation.

"Dancing with everyone and telling people I don't make you cum as if I wasn’t in fucking front of you.” your mouth fell open as she lifted your tight dress. "And you're not wearing fucking parties" She slapped you across the face gently

“Ellie!” you whimpered

She takes the dress off you completely, leaving you totally naked in front of her, with no panties and no bra. her hands travel to your bare ass and squeeze it before slapping it. She leads you to the bed and bends you over, "You're such a fucking slut". Ellie grabs your hands behind her back and ties them with her belt, you couldn't move, your face into the mattress.

Ellie gets on her knees and likes your slit, you moaned loudly at the sensation, and she slaps your ass again, leaving it red. "this pussy is mine. mine to fuck and mine to please"

Her tongue buried deep inside of you, in and out, alternating to make contact with your clit too.

"Ahhhhh... mmm", you moaned, you wanted to come, and she could feel it. "does my little bitch want to cum?", you nodded, and she then stopped; your face full of confusion turning ur head to look at her.

Ellie untied your wrist and lifted you up, placing in the middle of the bed. She tied your wrist to the headboard and your ankles together, she lifted your legs up and got close to you. Your fingers entered your hole with out warning, moving them in and out, roughly. You whineded trying to move, wet spuds coming out of your pussy. She curled her finger and placed the thumb on your clit.

“AHhhhhh” and “mmmm fuck” where the only thing coming out of your mouth

“Omg am gonna cum!!!”, “cum for me then”

You came all over her fingers, she took them out slapping your face before putting them on mouth mouth. You moaned and suck them clean.

Later she angled you, legs in the air. Ellie putted her strap on and with letting you catch you breath, she pulled into your wet pussy.

She pounded hard and fast, not letting you adjust to the size. The big purple strap hitting your g spot each time.

“AHhhHhh fuck, fuck Ellie!!!”

She kept going faster and faster, “do you like being fucked like a little slut ? Huh?” You couldn’t respond, it was to much. You felt it coming

“ELLIE….ELLIE AM GOING TO CUM”

….

That night you came over 6 times. Over and over again, moaning Ellie’s name, crying out loudly. After the last time, your body all messed up she untied you, wrist and ankles. She laid next to you before cleaning the mess you made.

“Never fucking tell anyone I not make you feel good. Not lie, be a good girl”

You felt asleep in her arms seconds after, and you totally got the message, lesson learned.

[huffle-dork]

Etwas Peilen (Swapboys AU)

Continuation of Welcome to the Show exploring Alt and Henny’s relationship!

Masterpost | More Swapboys

Before the new friends parted ways, the good doctor Jackson rounded them all up to get their scratches and wounds tended to. Bro and Jackie were already helped, with Bro giving a detailed report to the police and Jackie icing his aching nose.

Dr. J had Alt up on the bar stools with him, lightly dabbing antiseptic on the cuts on his cheek. Alt hissed and was trying not to glitch away as Jameson held him still.

Henrik watched anxiously, wringing his fingers back and forth. He… can’t believe Magnificent just… let them go. Guess they proved themselves? Maybe… but- Henrik was scared the puppetmaster was only biding his time. And until now… he had no one who he could confide in.

Until… Alt.

As the good doctor started to gather his supplies and finished up with Alt, popping a clean white bandage on his cheek- Henrik hesitated before slowly approaching. The normally charismatic actor felt nerves in his throat but he tapped the glitch on the shoulder.

Alt looked back and raised an eyebrow at him, “Schneep? Uh… wassup?”

Henrik tapped his legs as he tried to find his voice, “T-Today was… long day. But- we… we have found ourselves in a uh… similar position, yes? And so I… I was wanting to invite you to make the drinkings with me?”

Alt’s eyebrows furrow in slight concern, “Are you suggesting alcohol to wash our troubles away? Cuz I don’t think the doc would approve of that-“ He glanced back towards Jameson as he went to join the others.

The gentleman laughs and shakes his head, “No no! Not in that way… I- just think it would be nice to… get to know each other better? Since well… you know.” Henrik messes with the back of his head anxiously, trying to give an award winning smile to Alt.

The younger man stared at Henrik with an unreadable expression for a couple beats. Then, he sighs and stuffs his hands in his pockets, going to pull his mask up out of habit but stopping himself to look back at the actor.

“…I should warn you I’m not an open person so… I dunno how much getting to know each other they’ll be… but, sure. Tomorrow night… meet me at Insomnia.”

Henrik tilts his head slightly, “Not tonight?”

Alt laughs, though, it looks kinda pained. “Nah I… I got a gig tonight.” He laughs some more and pushes his bangs back then tugs on them, “god… I have a gig… I… I should get ready for that…”

Henrik frowns in sympathy and hesitates before putting a hand on Alt’s shoulder. “Please… do not push yourself too hard my friend… and you… you are injured…”

Alt blinks in surprise at the gesture and then glitches back to his feet, looking at the actor warily. Henrik blinks and holds up a hand and Alt attempts to give a forced smile. “I-I would cancel but… I need money for drinks now.”

Henrik steps back and wildly waves his hands, half signing out of habit. “No no! You will not pay! It will be on me!”

The glitch seems surprised by this too. But, now he smiles more genuinely. “Well… all the more motivation then, huh?”

He lightly hits Henrik on the shoulder as he starts to walk away, turning so the gentleman can still read his lips. “…see you tomorrow then, Schneep. You know how to reach me.”

He then pauses and fully turns back towards Henrik, something dawning on his face. “Wait… you Do know how to text right? U-Use a phone?”

Henrik laughs and nods, “Ja I know the telefon! I’m not as fresh from the past as you think, my friend. I have learned very much!”

“Oh… okay- good then…” Alt nods then sends a two finger salute Henrik’s way, glitching away into that night. “See ya.”

Turns out Henrik did know how to text but… not… well-

Around 7 pm the next day Alt’s phone buzzed with:

Schneep

🍺🙏☑️❓❓❓

Alt

…Yeah man- how’s 9 sound?

Schneep

😁🥰❗️❗️❗️

Alt

U kno u don’t have to use only emojis to text right?

Schneep

👍

Welp- guess that answered that. (Asking Jackie about it- apparently after Dr. J helped Henrik get his phone, the teal gentleman accidently got stuck in the emoji menu for a couple days and now is like- addicted to them. Alt wasnt sure if that was better or worse than old man texting-)

A little after 9, Alt glitched in front of the small pub downtown called Insomnia. He liked it here- good place for a drink after some of his shows.

He walks in, nodding towards the bartender that recognized his mask. Then, it was surprisingly easy to find Schneep- cuz he barreled right towards Alt with his arms open.

“Hallo, Alt!! My friend!!” He shouted.

Alt quickly stumbled back, his shoulders buzzing as he tried to keep out of Henrik’s grip. He hurried to take off his mask and hold up his hands. “Uh- hi Schneep- sorry just- not good with… contact-”

Henrik tilted his head in confusion but then got the memo and nodded, a bright smile back on his face. “Oh yes! Not to worry- I will save huggings for later!”

“Y…yeah- sure-” Alt muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck. Damn- this guy was too sweet. It was kinda intimidating…

A furry head peaked out from Henrik’s leg and Alt recognized Schneep’s dog, Sahne. He felt himself bristle a bit like an offended cat. But, she just blinked at him, her tail slightly wagging. She had her vest on- guess she was working. So, Alt tried his best to ignore her.

Henrik led them towards a quieter part of the bar where he had already set himself up with a small book. Though, once Alt got closer he recognized it as something more than just a paperback novel- it was a small moleskin sketchbook. Henrik plopped into the seat and Alt hesitated before sitting down and gesturing towards the book.

“You… draw?”

The gentleman’s eyes sparkled as he eagerly nodded. “Oh yes! I quite like making art in my spare time! Normally, I like to paint… but when I wait for friends I like to draw portraits!”

He shows Alt his sketches- quick gestures of other patrons- mostly anyone with a very striking appearance. Henrik smiles as he looks at them. “I think… learning people is helping me to understand more and more about how people work now. Sometimes- it helps it feel not too different.” He pats Sahne’s head as she sits down next to him. She licks his fingers then settles down to rest under his barstool.

Alt listens and nods to his words. He then flushes and fumbles for his backpack. They were trying to get to know each other and… well- this was something most people don’t know about him. But, artists liked showing off to other artists. It couldn’t hurt… He pulls out a thin tablet and then turns on the screen, flipping to show it to Henrik. On the screen are designs he’s done for his illusions and shows- and concepts of graffiti tags, most featuring a green eyeball with red x’s and a stitched smiley face over its iris. Alt’s face turns very red as he stammers out, “I uh… I draw too. And, um… i also like- painting but… not in the way you do.”

The German actor looks beyond pleased, sparkles practically coming off his body as he grabs Alt’s hands and holds them close. Alt yelps and pulls himself away and Henrik apologizes quickly, “Oh yes sorry! But Alt! You are good! Such fun colors!! I wondered if it was bright paint on your clothes! Someday you must show me more of your work!”

The glitch turns even more red and hides a bit in his hoodie, “Um… yeah- if I can… find one that’s uh- in a good spot… I can show you.”

Alt had been trying to find more free spaces lately but- doesn’t mean he doesn’t still tag where he’s not supposed to. Not that anyone could catch him- he had quite the streak for heaven spots around the area. Couldn’t take Henrik to see those though- well, at least up close.

Alt flagged down the bartender and ordered some Irish whiskey, watching as Henrik got what looked like his 3rd pint of beer. He smirked and sipped at the drink, taking a second to appreciate it before he sighs and looks back at Henrik.

“Alright, you had something on your mind, right? Or were you serious about getting to ‘know me’?” Alt added the air quotes to make sure his sarcasm wasn’t lost on Schneep.

Henrik blinked and then played with the pages of his sketchbook. “Oh ah… I do- want to get to know you… I think you seem- well… very rough around edges- but… sympathetic too. I think I would very much like to be friends.” He tried to smile at Alt. But, then he sighs and takes a sip of his drink before continuing.

“But- if you want to skip pleasantries then- we can talk about the elephant in the air-”

“...do you mean ‘elephant in the room’?”

Henrik flushed and then laughed, “Oh is that how that is called? But… ja- let’s talk about this elephant.”

He then gets quiet and looks down, tracing the lines in the table.

“...Magnificent-” He eventually whispers, suppressing a shudder. “I… I could not help but notice… that he treated you and me… very different from each other.”

He looks to meet Alt’s eyes now, “I do not know how it works for you… maybe it is different… but when I am ah- puppet… I see it all. I remember. Not right away but… it comes to me in my dreams…” He grips one of his hands into a fist and closes his eyes as he takes a shaky breath. Sahne seems to sense his distress and reaches up to rest her head on his leg. He continues, “I cannot control what my body does. I cannot form my own thoughts- but I still… see it. I am forced to take in what awful things I am made to do…”

Henrik hesitates again before meeting Alt’s gaze. “in the warehouse, when he gave you his power… did you mean it? That you wanted all that or… was that his ah- thinking forced in you?”

Alt frowns. Wow- that was… immediately very deep. He takes a long sip of his whiskey before he responds, but his voice is quiet. He almost forgets he needs to turn enough for Henrik to read his lips.

“I… I was definitely influenced but… I guess. I do.. kinda want that?” He grips at his head slightly, “It’s… complicated… and goes wayyy into my backstory that I’m not sure you’re at a level to unlock yet.”

Henrik looks confused.

Alt shakes his head.

“Sorry video game joke uh- im not sure we’re… close enough yet… to explain why… but-”

“Then, can I share some of me?”

The glitch blinks at the actor. “Huh?”

“If you know me better then- we would be closer. And you can explain better, ja?” Henrik smiles.

Alt looks confused by this but eventually laughs and knocks back some more of his drink. “Alright, shoot.”

Henrik hums and looks up, “Oh… where to begin…?”

“Oh!” He grins at Alt, “I know is hard to believe because of my accent but- did you know I am not full German? Actually, I am a full British citizen!”

Alt’s eyebrows shot up, “...that is hard to believe.”

The gentleman laughs lightly, “I know my accent is everywhere- but I spent many of my early years only speaking German- and sometimes French!” He gets a dreamy look on his face, “My father was a British doctor- he learned in France where he met my mother. She was full German but was trying to study with some artists there. They met… fell in love and then moved to London and had their 5 kids.”

“5 kids?!”

“Yes! I was the baby!” Henrik added with glee. “I had 4 older siblings- two brothers, Peter and Fritz… and my sisters, Gabi and Ilse.” He smiles sadly for a second and pauses to take another drink before sharing more.

“Father used to say when he grew up he hated German because he was expected to learn it. But then, he met my mother and it was suddenly the most beautiful language to him. We loved speaking it- even while in England. I wouldn’t even see Germany until I was grown.”

He then frowns and leans more on the table, absent-mindedly petting Sahne’s fur back. “... that changed with the war. The great war… Then, our accents and our language was suddenly not to be spoken. People would get angry with us for sounding too German. We made sure to hide our German sounding names… Father was on the lines, as were my brothers.

So… they were… somewhat safe when the Zeppelins came. Safer than we were…”

Alt’s heart and stomach dropped.

“No one was prepared… we were out shopping and… and-” Henrk clenched his glass tight with both hands, his fingers shaking. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a stuttering breath. Sahne whined and leaned more on his leg. Alt didn’t know what to say-

“... Mama, Ilse and Gabi didn’t have to suffer. But, I never saw them again-”

“...Schneep-” Alt tried to interrupt. But, Henrik was lost in his re-telling.

“That’s how my deafness started, I was… 11, I think? Peter found me, he was working in a hospital nearby. He took care of me. Some kind soldiers taught me sign while I recovered- then... Then father was-”

“Schneep!” Alt exclaimed and gripped onto Henrik’s shoulder. The gentleman looked up with slightly misty eyes. Alt was quick to pull away but he held up his hands. “Dude… you… you more than earned your level- I… I can answer your question now… if you want.”

Henrik blinks and then laughs, looking a bit embarrassed as he rubbed at his eyes. “O-oh ja… I forgot that was the point… we are not here to hear such sad story!” He tried to smile it off but Alt could tell it was forced.

Alt swallowed and then knocked down the rest of his drink, the alcohol burning his throat. He quickly ordered another one, shaking himself out. “Need a bit more liquid courage for this…” He muttered.

Once the new drink is gotten, Alt holds it in his hands for a second before sighing and turning enough for Henrik to understand but not enough to look in his eyes. Pixels vibrate around his head and shoulders in a way that’s hard to see in the dim light of the pub.

“… I dunno if you met anyone like me in your time. And not just.. cuz of the glitches and magic but… I was… born… wrong.” He clenched his teeth slightly and tried to ignore the feeling that was screaming at him- telling him that every eye was on him. “…And I grew up… constantly thinking about it… how I wanted to be something… better. Stronger… because I didn’t feel like I was… as I am.”

He traces the rim of his cup in thought. Henrik watched him very patiently. Alt felt like that was more than he deserved.

“I know Mag was spitting fucking bullshit- but… some part of me… wants to believe him. And I’m not sure if that’s his mind tricks or… the part of me that wants to be… something more. I.. I want to be stronger… but I don’t know how to get there… and for just a little bit… I did believe him. That he could… make me stronger. And… things would get… easier.”

He leans his head on the table, starting to feel the alcohol in his cheeks. Schneep leans closer to make sure he can still understand. Alt angles his head a bit better as he mumbles in defeat.

“I’m sorry… I know you want to find some good in me but… my life has royally sucked. And… sometimes what Mag purrs out sounds… argh!”

He suddenly grips at his head, a headache blooming alongside his conflicted mind. Purple seems to spark weakly in his eyes.

“I dunno! I’m confused! I… I can still hear his stupid smug voice in my head…! I don’t know what I want…! I just- I just… I’m so fucking tired…! Of all of this-! I’m tired of being hungry and- and- powerless and a-scared… I don’t want to feel so lost anymore…!”

He starts to cry but hides his face and he hiccups “I want all of this to stop…!”

Henrik almost misses the last part but- his eyebrows crinkle with sympathy. Alt starts to come back to himself and then shoots up, looking at Henrik with wide eyes and red ears.

“Fuck I- I didn’t… I didn’t want to-“

The gentleman hesitates, going to reach out like he wants to touch Alt’s hand, but then stops to just loop his pinky around Alt’s own. Alt almost pulls away but- that’s… that’s not so bad.

“I understand,” He says softly, “He whispers siren songs- into your head. But… he will only tell you things you want to hear. He does not care… he only wants control. His promises are… empty.”

He sighs and looks down, shrugging. “That is how he got me. He used my confusion and promised to help me… he did not. He is nothing but ein lügnerischer Bastard.”

Alt looks away but- he’s afraid to tell Henrik how little he cared. Before, he met the others. Before he even thought he could become friends with them… with anyone. He didn’t care who he hurt- if he got hurt. Because- he’d finally be somewhere better…. Someone better. ….right?

Henrik lets go of Alt’s pinky and then waves a hand, giving a nervous smile.

“This is getting too of the serious! We should… talk about other things!”

Alt looked down at the table and sighs. “ I… I think… I need to go home…”

“No!” Henrik suddenly yells, startling the glitch and Sahne, who bumped her head on his leg. The actor then pleads to Alt. “We do not need to talk anymore if that is what you want! We can just… do the hangings out! We could… draw together and drink! No more serious talk!”

This gives Alt pause. Actually… that sounded like it could be fun. The pickpocket slowly smiled, bringing back his tablet. “You know what Schneep… I’ll bite. But it’s on your wallet-“

Schneep beamed brightly.

The two spent a while just drawing together. Alt tried to copy Henrik’s idea of drawing others around him. But- he wasn’t nearly as good as Schneep. So, he went back to what he knew- he even tried making bubble tags of the others' names. Just for fun. It was nice to just- doodle for a change.

He glanced at Schneep who had paused in his drawing to stare at someone across the way. He had a somewhat lovestruck look on his face.

Alt tried to follow his gaze- and saw what looked like a man- but honestly their gender was pretty ambiguous. They had tan copper skin and wavy brown hair. They were dressed in shiny silks with celestial patterns on them- even Alt had to admit they were very pretty. Maybe they were a model.

Henrik seemed to think so too- cuz as Alt looked at Henrik’s sketchbook- the whole page was filled with studies of that one person.

The glitch smirked and then bumped Henrik enough to get his attention. “Like something you see?”

“Hm? Oh! Ja… very much-“ Henrik sighed as he looked back. “He is… so pretty- I cannot stop looking…”

Alt rolled his eyes and waved a hand in front of his face. “Careful- you don’t want to creep them out-“

Then Alt frowns, realizing something.

“Wait… Schneep- are you… gay?” Alt makes a face and thinks, “wasn’t that like- a sin back then or something?”

Henrik’s face turns bright red with embarrassment and alarm. He holds his cheeks and ducks down, whispering, “ah yes right I- I cannot think such things!”

Alt wasn’t expecting such a response- so he hurries to correct him “no no it’s okay! it’s… not like it was anymore. It’s okay now- no laws against it!” Alt hurried to look around then gestures vaguely at a cluster of gay couples on another side of the pub. “Like see there’s a couple guys over there too- you’re fine…”

The actor seems to calm slightly at this and nods. Alt hesitates before adding, “I just- didn’t expect someone from your time to even be into that…”

Henrik laughs “Well it was- against the law. Very strictly for a longtime… but it does not mean the thoughts are not there.” He looks back to study the pretty person again as he swirls his drink in his glass. “Though… I think I like just- pretty people in general. I do not care what sex they are, you know?”

“Well- if it helps, I think they’re non-binary- from what I can tell at least.” Alt shrugs.

“Ah yes… that is- neither girl nor boy… yes?”

“It gets… complicated but- yeah basically.” Alt answers. He makes a face and takes a long sip of his drink. “Gender is weird.”

He then starts to think about this too. Maybe he was having too much to drink by now but- he finds himself muttering. “I get it… the pretty people thing. I- think I’m the same…? Though… I dunno- I don’t… crush on anyone. But I think if I knew someone for long enough… maybe-” Alt sighs dramatically and falls back against the table, squishing his cheek against it. “feelings are weird too…”

Henrik smiles and shakes his head with a laugh, “They are indeed…”

“Fucking hate them-“ the glitch muttered. Henrik shakes his head with a quiet giggle.

“You know- I had many chances to visit Berlin once I started acting. And it was such a sight…! It was… more okay there- to be queer. Even here in Brighton, it was becoming better and better! It made me feel… so happy. Like I could be understood- eventually.”

He looks to Alt and smiles, “Even when I was younger… I think I heard of people like you, Alt.” Alt’s eyebrows raised in surprise.

He grips his glass and looks down at the table. “However…It all started to change… right before I- I was brought…“ He pressed his lips together and suppressed a shudder.

Alt’s face creases in sympathy. He knocks back the rest of his drink then adds quietly. “…you dodged something really awful, Schneep…”

“I know…” Henrik’s voice cracks. “…I am… grateful in some ways… that I did not have to suffer another war… but…” He bites his lip to keep from crying.

Alt can tell there’s a lot left unsaid in the silence but he can read it well enough. No need to draw out this pain for the poor guy. Alt’s been pretty sensitive to touch tonight but- he leans his shoulder against Hen and flags down the bartender for another round. “…it’s okay, Schneep. I get it… let’s talk about something else, alright?”

Henrik quietly nods.

There’s quiet for a second before Alt asks, “uh… I don’t know- a lot of sign yet… wanna try to teach me? Something simple though.”

Schneep’s face instantly lights up with excitement and nods. “Oh yes!! I have the perfect thing!!”

Turns out- in sign, you can either finger spell a name or whoever’s signing can make up a sign that’s faster for someone they know. So, Henrik made quick work of teaching Alt the signs he used for their little group.

Bro Fantastic was the letter B then the sign for hero. Jackie was J then the sign for tired. Dr. J was easy- it was two J’s then the sign for doctor, naturally. And Sahne was cream, dog. Because Sahne in German meant Cream. Not the most creative name but- Alt had to admit it suited her.

Eventually Henrik starts to sign something that starts with A- then he makes a jagged motion in the air. Alt tilts his head.

“What’s that one?”

“It’s you! A- then lightning! Alt!” Henrik adds cheerily.

Alt feels his face heat up slightly. He then grins and laughs, “heh- awesome. Got any others?”

Henrik thinks- and Alt can see his cheeks getting flushed and warm like he feels on his own. So everything was a bit harder to slug through- but it was definitely more fun.

Finally, Henrik laughs and then starts a sign that looks like he’s drawing whiskers on his face. Then he taps his hand on his forehead, holding it straight up and touching the thumb to his skin.

Alt narrows his eyes. “Mmmm what’s that mean-“

Henrik grins real wide as he shows again, this time explaining. “Cat, bitch!”

The glitch’s eyes widen and then he barks out a laughs nearly spilling his drink. “Magnificent!”

“Yes! You got it!”

They both erupt into drunken laughter and giggles, falling over on each other.

The night wears on for a bit longer before the two admit they’ve had enough to drink. Alt feels it a bit more than his German counterpart and ends up stumbling into him as he attempts to stand up, nearly running into Sahne.

“Oops… s’rry pubby-“ Alt mumbles. Sahne wags her tail vigorously in response.

Henrik laughs then asks, “Can I help you outside, or?”

Alt grumbles and waves his hand. “Yeh ye- do wh’ev’r ya want…” He then pushes his face somewhat against Henrik’s side and the taller man quietly giggles at the sight.

Henrik leads the two outside and then tries to flag down a cab. He helps hold Alt up with one arm, while Sahne guards his other side, alerting him to any sounds he needs to watch out for.

He feels Alt shift and looks down to see the tired glitch try to find his eyes.

“…hen?” Alt slurs out.

It takes a second for Henrik to process that but his eyebrows shoot up. Alt hasn’t attempted to use his first name yet- it still wasn’t it fully, but it was close enough to make Henrik’s chest feel light.

The glitch looks away at first but then looks back to mumble out, “…it was nice. To not drink… alone.”

Henrik smiles and nods, “…I thought so too! It was very funny! …Perhaps we can… do it again sometime?”

Alt can’t help but feel himself smile. “…yeah… I think I’d like that…”

[glitchyartist]

G6 and sounds of crying for PM or JJ :)

I expect to hear the sound of you crying when you see this :)

[immabethehero]

Chase’s Bday Present Pt 1

Runs in holding a latte *wheeze...* I’m here! And I have three presents for Chase because I’m indecisive as hell! So! Here is the first birthday present, a sweet little ditty I wrote!

CW: talk of food, slight body horror and stitches mention (Robbie), and Soft Anti

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Septic house was in disarray. Jameson Jackson frantically polished the stairway and furniture until it sparkled, Marvin the Magnificent washed the dishes while Jackieboy Man dried them, and Antisepticeye cleaned up the living room seats. All the while, Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein, MD, PhD, MVP, FFS, loomed over all of them, barking orders while cleaning the floors. Robbie the zombie was the only one not under Schneep’s scrutiny, having wisely taken shelter in the laundry room, folding clothes and ironing while waiting to put the next load in. Sirius and Sam, Marvin’s cat and Henrik’s dog respectively, had taken to hiding upstairs.

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Anti said as he vacuumed up the couch and cushioned seats. “It’s just Chase. He’s seen this house before, why bother cleaning it?”

“Chase hasn’t been here in awhile! I want him to receive a warm welcome back!” Henrik explained. “I do hope he enjoyed the cottage with Stacy and the kids though.”

“It’s only been two weeks! Not much has changed since!” Anti groaned.

“Jameson turned you into a turtle,” Marvin pointed out. Jameson snickered at the memory.

“Henrik tried his first bit of magic!” Jackie added. “Managed to turn Jameson into a duck!”

“See? Loads happened while he was gone,” Henrik finished. Anti rolled his eyes and went out to beat the rugs.

“Jameson, can you tune the piano? One of us might want to play something upon his arrival, and we can’t have the piano broken when we do so,” Henrik asked. Jameson nodded and happily left his cloth on the staircase, hands aching to touch the piano.

Henrik put the vacuum away and turned to the flower vase on the living room table. Daffodils. They didn’t seem quite as bright as they did earlier.

“Do you think we should change the flowers in the vase?” Henrik wondered out loud.

“Daffodils are Chase’s favourite flowers!” Anti yelled from outside. “I think we’re okay!”

“They look so dull, though,” Henrik remarked.

“I have an idea!” Marvin cried out. He dried his hands and ran over. “Stargazer lilies are also Chase’s favourite flower! Jameson and I have been growing them in our garden while he was gone. I can pluck a few and replace them!”

“Aren’t they poisonous to cats?” Jackie asked, nervously looking over at Sirius, who had descended to lie on the steps.

“Sirius hates flowers, the smell bothers her. She won’t go near them. But just in case-” Marvin picked up the vase and put them on the dining room table, then summoned a forcefield to keep Sirius away. Just for good measure, he also created two plastic cucumbers and placed them around the plant. Henrik and Jackie snickered. Marvin could hear Sirius scowling at him.

“I’ll get some lilies!” Marvin said, picking the daffodils up and running out. He almost collided with Anti, who was holding at least six rugs. Anti threw the rugs down one by one, then flopped onto the couch, yawning.

“Anti, don’t tell me you’re tired already!” Henrik said, sighing exasperatedly. “There’s still so much to do!”

“Like what?” mumbled Anti, eyes threatening to close.

“Like a treat! I was thinking of making a sweet dessert for Chase!” Henrik announced.

“But we just cleaned the kitchen!” complained Jackie.

“Relax, I’ll clean everything when I’m done,” Henrik reassured. “You go rest, I’ll be hogging the kitchen for a while!”

Jackie nodded and gratefully stumbled over to the couch, hoping to catch some winks before Chase’s return.

“Can I help?” Robbie asked, finally emerging from the laundry room.

{I can help as well!} offered Jameson bouncing back from the piano.

“Thanks guys,” Henrik said. “This is a new recipe we’ll be making: Cheddar Biscuits.”

Robbie and Jameson froze and stared at Henrik quizzically. “What?”

“Cheddar biscuits. Stacy emailed me the recipe,” Henrik explained. “They’re apparently really good.”

“Even the name sounds like a treat!” Jameson sighed. “Let’s make them!”

Henrik, Jameson and Robbie spent the next hour or so in the kitchen. Jameson and Henrik did the bulk of the work, Jameson mixing dry ingredients while Henrik did liquid, while Robbie shredded cheese and melted butter with pieces of garlic in them.

Finally, they clumped the mixture together and spread butter on them, then popped them in the oven and washed up the dishes.

When they were done, at least 24 golden brown scones had been made. The six egos marvelled over the glorious little treats. Even Sam and Sirius couldn’t resist coming over and squeezing through to sniff the food. Anti reached a hand out, only to have it smacked away by Henrik.

“Wait until Chase is home, you greedy monster!” he scolded. Anti grunted in frustration.

The biscuits were placed in a little basket with two napkins on top to keep them fresh, then hidden in the bottom cupboard next to the oven, where Henrik kept his coffee beans. No one with a braincell dared to go near Henrik’s coffee supply, and only few ever survived getting in.

*

“Everything is finished! We can rest now!” Marvin cried in delight.

“Can’t wait for Chase to see!” Jackie said happily. “How long before he returns?”

Henrik checked his watch. “Not until 6 o’clock at the latest!”

The egos collectively groaned in frustration. Only 1:30 pm and now they had to wait!

 “You woke us all up at 6:30 in the fucking morning for this?! We could have slept a little longer you know!” Jackie snapped.

“Yeah, especially after you kept us all up with you Facetiming Chase until midnight last night!” Marvin added.

“If Chase notices the bags under my eyes, it’s because of you!” Jameson griped.

“At least everything is ready now!” Henrik reasoned. “Now all we have to do is wait! And not mess up the house in those few hours! If you want to do something, make sure it involves little movement or anything that could shake the house up. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m taking a nap!” He flounced upstairs, leaving the egos to find any activity to pass the time.

*

Two hours passed. Jameson taught Robbie how to play cribbage. Jackie and Anti attempted to teach Marvin how to play, or rather, cheat at Mario Kart. Henrik switched between pacing the front hallway and playing Solitaire and Bio Inc Redemption on his laptop.

“Henrik, do sit down and relax!” Jameson finally said after Henrik got up for the thirteen time.

“I can’t help it! I miss Chase! I want to talk to him again!” Henrik moaned.

“You spent three hours with him on Facetime last night!” Anti exclaimed.

“There is a very big difference between Facetiming someone and seeing them in person!” Henrik retorted. “Do you know how hard it is to talk to him and not smell his vanilla scent or feel his warm embrace? I miss seeing him at the table with his messy hair and stupid puns. I miss hearing his laugh in person. I miss him so badly.”

“Are we jokes to you?!” Marvin demanded. “We miss him too, Henrik, but we have each other. You literally said you enjoyed sitting next to me on movie nights!”

“I know… maybe I’m just being too clingy,” Henrik sighed, sitting down beside Marvin.

Anti snapped his fingers and Mario Kart showed up on Henrik’s computer screen. “Here. Try playing a few games with us and he’ll come sooner.”

Another hour passed. Jameson read. Henrik screamed in fury as he lost another round of Mario Kart. Anti laughed at him. Marvin gave up and started playing Animal Crossing. Jackie grabbed a snack and watched Youtube. Robbie and Sam were fast asleep on the floor. Jameson laughed softly and conjured a blanket to put over them, then went back to his reading.

Henrik was raging so loudly they almost didn’t hear the doorbell. Jameson was the first to hear it. He whistled to get the others’ attention. Robbie woke up and groggily rubbed his eyes.

“Do you hear that?” Jameson asked, putting his ear up to listen. Another ring. Then a voice cried out, “Hello? Are you going to let me in? Did you already forget me? Have I been kicked out?”

Henrik gasped in delight and almost threw his laptop onto the floor, but Anti was quick to save it as the doctor jumped out his seat and dashed over the front door, swinging it open.

Chase Brody stood in the doorway, still playing with the doorbell. He jumped when he noticed the door open.

“CHASE!!!!” Henrik squealed, throwing himself on the vlogger. “I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!” Chase giggled as Henrik showered him with kisses and squeezed him tightly. Sam danced around them, barking happily.

“Hello, Henrik. Long time, no see.” Chase waved to the others. “Hey guys!”

“Chase! Welcome home!” Marvin said, running over to hug him. “We missed you too, but probably not as much as Henrik.”

“Yeah… Henrik? Could you let me go, please?” Chase wheezed. Henrik was starting to suffocate him. “I… can’t… breathe…”

“Come inside! We made treats!” Robbie cried, dragging Chase in by the hand.

“Did you now?” Chase sniffed the air. “Ooh, I can smell it!”

“We also ordered some chocolate snacks from Shawn Flynn’s Sweet Menagerie, just to celebrate your return!” Jackie added.

“Sounds awesome!” Chase exclaimed.

{Come, make yourself at home!} Jameson said. Chase was led to the couch, where his feet were propped up and a blanket was thrown over him. Sam jumped up beside him and curled up next to him, lying her head on his lap.

Henrik and Jackie set the table while Jameson and Anti got the food out. Chase would have happily gotten up to join them, but he was too tired to move, and Sam wouldn’t budge.

Marvin chuckled when he saw the sight. “Why don’t we eat in the living room tonight? Turn on Netflix and have a little movie fest?” The egos were quick to agree, and Henrik served Chase’s plate to him ona tray, choosing to sit next to him. Sam moved to the other side of the couch, letting Henrik in.

“Here you go! Dinosaur nuggets with mashed potatoes!” Henrik announced, setting the plate down. “Jameson convinced me to mix garlic butter into the potatoes this time, like you used to do!”

“It smells delicious!” Chase exclaimed in ecstasy. He dipped a nugget in the mashed potatoes and ate it, humming happily.

“So what movie are we watching?” Robbie asked, grabbing the remote.

“You’ve probably seen quite a few new movies at Stacy’s cottage,” Jackie told Chase. “Why don’t you decide?”

Chase shrugged. “Just a few. None of us could ever agree, so it was rare for us to watch a new movie. But we all agreed on this sweet little film.” Chase flipped through Amazon Prime until he found a title called This Beautiful Fantastic.

“It’s about a girl who wants to become a writer and slowly learns how to become a gardener.” Chase pressed play and they watched the film. Chase, Henrik and Sam on the couch, Marvin on the purple reclining chair, Anti on the teal green armchair, and Jameson, Jackie and Robbie on the ground.

Halfway through the movie, Jackie remarked, “That father reminds me a lot of you, Chase. I can see why you liked it.”

“Vern?” Chase asked. “He’s just a dad trying to raise his kids. What makes you think I’m like him?”

“You’re both sweet, and a total dork,” Marvin said. Chase playfully threw a pillow at him. Marvin snickered and exaggeratedly hugged the pillow. “I’m keeping this.”

“You both love cooking,” Jameson added.

“And you’re a devoted family man!” Henrik interjected.

“You are all so kind to me,” Chase said with a sigh. “I don’t deserve you guys.”

“Shut up, of course you do!” Marvin said.

“No I don’t!” Chase playfully retorted.

“Shhh, lies!” Jackie hissed, smiling.

“Stop!” Chase cried, blushing. “Seriously though, I didn’t think I would be getting the royal treatment after only two weeks away. I really didn’t do anything.”

“Funny, that’s what we said whenever we returned from vacations and travels,” Jackie remarked. “That didn’t stop you from throwing us a welcome back party.”

“It didn’t stop you from giving me a cake after my 100th successful surgery,” Henrik said.

“Or taking me to a fancy restaurant on my first full day without popping a stitch or losing a limb,” Robbie added.

“You bought me a handsome vest when I got that role I so desperately wanted,” Jameson reminisced.

“You’re a wonderful test subject for all my new spells,” Marvin said.

“You always celebrate us and our successes,” Jackie said. “After all you’ve done for us, I think it’s safe to say you deserve the best from us.”

Chase felt his eyes water up. Face red, he looked down, feeling embarrassed. He rubbed his eyes, smiling. “Thank you. You guys are always so sweet.”

Henrik gently kissed his forehead. “Welcome back, Chase.”

Chase finished wiping his eyes and looked up. “So. What happened when I was gone?”

Henrik grinned. “So, remember when I told you about getting magic lessons from Marvin? Funny story...”

~~~~~

@milo-kno, here’s your punishment >:3 Part one!

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[infinite-inferno]

Who Cares?

Fandom: Jacksepticeye

Characters: Chase Brody, Doctor Henrik von Schneeplestein, Marvin the Magnificent, Jackieboy Man, Jameson Jackson, Antisepticeye

Content warning: a lot of mentions of depression, addiction, alcoholism, suicide mentions, suicidal thoughts

If I wasn’t on mobile I’d use the zalgo text for anti so instead it’s bolded

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As soon as Chase closed the door to his bedroom he flopped onto the bed, his smiling and laughing expression he wore seconds ago with his family immediately replaced by a somber one. He took long, deep breaths, having a staring contest with the ceiling (it of course won). After... well he couldn’t tell how long he laid like that - time seemed to slow and drag on forever but also go way too fast - he spoke so softly to himself that he barely heard himself speak. “Am I really depressed? Or is it just that I’m reminding myself that I’m supposed to be sad? I was just out there with everyone for hours and wasn’t sad at all. Am I just faking it?” A lone tear escaped from his eye and he didn’t bother to wipe it away.

He heard his phone vibrate, but didn’t bother to check it. The only person that would be calling him is his therapist’s office, attempting to confirm a meeting he already planned on skipping. He went to one to humor Jackie, and of course he had to schedule another visit, but the whole time he knew that he wasn’t going back. He would just be wasting his therapists time, and taking up space for people who really needed therapy.

His room wasn’t far from the room where all the other egos were still gathered - he told the others that he was going to his room to plan the next bro average video (which he really should be doing anyway) - and he could faintly hear some conversations. From what he could piece together, they started playing Cards Against Humanity and somehow Jameson was winning, even though he didn’t understand most of the cards. He could tell that they were having a lot of fun - a lot of fun without him.

“Would anyone even care if I-“ he spoke, again, barely audible (he wondered if he even vocalized the words, or if they halted in his head). He had to stop himself short, not daring to finish the thought. “Chase you idiot, you already tried to do it and you know what outcomes you would get. Doc would blame himself if he couldn’t save you, Marvin would lock himself away in his room and refuse to come out, Jackie would take out all his emotions on fighting villains that were unbeatable, at least in his headspace, and Jamie would...” he trailed off, biting his lip. “That’s right... he wasn’t even here when I did it...” Chase blinked and violently shook his head. “PMA Chase... PMA... PMA... PM- ya know they can shove that up their arse. I need a fucking drink is what I need not some positivity bullshit,” he grumbled, going back to further examine his closet. There had to be something...

Huffing, he picked up a pair of shoes, put his hat back on his head, and wiped any evidence of tears off his face before walking out of his room. He took a deep breath right before he got to the room where all the egos were gathered - he was right about his guesses as to their activity - and strode to the door. Jackie looked up from the game as Chase walked past to get his coat. “Hey Chase, what’s up? Where’re ya going?” He sensed something off about him (but it could’ve just been paranoia) and needed to make sure nothing happened to any of his brothers.

Chase blinked. He didn’t expect any of them to notice and now all of them were staring at him and- ‘deep breaths’ he thought to himself. “I’m just... going for a walk. I’m stuck on trying to find a new idea and... need to clear my head.”

If Jackie still had his doubts, he kept them to himself. “You have your phone on you right?”

Chase held up his phone as evidence, giving a “yup” in response. With that, he walked out the front door. “Of fucking course it’s raining,” he muttered, heading towards one of the bars in town. He knew better than to try any of the ones close to the house, as they knew him and wouldn’t contribute to his addiction. Finally, he ended up at one that he didn’t even know existed, and figured it was worth a shot. He walked up to the bar and sat on the stool, surveying his options, pupils dilating by simply looking at the bottles. He told the bartender to “keep em coming until I’m so plastered I’m falling off the chair.”

The bartender eyed him, as it was 4:30 pm on a Tuesday, but didn’t question it, besides offering a “rough day?”

Chase nodded to that, “I guess you could call it that.”

The bartender handed him his drink. “If you want to just drink your cares away, go ahead. But if you want an ear then I’ll be here.”

Chase took a long swig, then registered what the bartender was saying, growling slightly. “I don’t need fucking therapy.” He finished his drink and felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

Baby Bean: “Hello Chase, it’s Jameson. Please do let us know when you will be returning. Marvin wants to know when he should begin making dinner, as he does not want your food to get cold, although given his history, you might be better off eating while you are out! 😆 I also should tell you that, while I do not know for certain, I think that some of the others are fearing that you are out getting bent, but if you say you’re just going for a walk, then I believe you! ☺️💚 Have a swell rest of your stroll!”

Chase sighed, grabbing the phone with his other hand. ‘What do I even say to this?’

“uh idk when i’ll be back. tell marv not to worry about me and not to burn the place down. also ty jj it means a lot that u trust me like that. i just wish the others would too” he deleted the last sentence, not wanting his brothers to feel guilty over not trusting him, especially when they had every right to be doubtful - considering he was actually at a bar. It also hurt to see that Jameson trusted him, because that meant he was betraying his trust, and he drank another glass at the thought.

About 20 minutes later, he felt his phone vibrate again. Judging by how it was many texts all at once, he assumed it was Marvin before he even pulled out his phone.

Magic Man: “Hey”

Magic Man: “I’m making dinner rn”

Magic Man: “It’s mac and cheese and whatever frozen chicken we have”

Magic Man: “Jamie said u were taking a longer walk but like it’s raining out and I don’t want u to get sick”

Magic Man: “Plz respond Chase”

Magic Man: “U there?”

“yo chill marv”

“i stepped inside a store to get out of the rain”

Magic Man: “Do u want one of us to pick u up??”

Magic Man: “If u lmk wya I can teleport to u”

Magic Man: “Or I’m sure Hen or Jackie would drive to get u if u just wanted to drive back”

Magic Man: “Ik how u feel abt teleporting”

Chase bit his lip before downing another glass. He forgot exactly what he was drinking, but it was alcohol and that’s all he cared about. He didn’t want to tell them that he was at a bar, not even thinking about how anyone could see or smell that he was drunk from a block away. He got another drink and almost forgot to respond before another message came through.

Magic Man: “Chase?”

Magic Man: “Plz just tell me where u r so we can pick u up”

“what so u can make fun of me??? nope i’ll b home later. i’m gonna stay here a bit longer then WALK home”

Chase put his phone away, not wanting to see Marvin’s response and just wanting to see more alcohol in his hands.

It was probably about an hour later when the bartender finally cut him off. He said that he was told to stop him when he looked like he was going to fall out of the chair and so the bartender wasn’t going to let him have any more. Plus his boss would be pissed if he let Chase leave any more intoxicated than he already was.

Chase stormed out of the bar and back into the rain before realizing he had no idea where we was. He looked around and tried to find something familiar but came up with absolutely nothing. He started walking in one direction, but it felt wrong, so he started in the opposite direction, which also felt wrong. So, he did what anyone else in his situation would do - he cried in the rain on the sidewalk of a basically empty street. After he felt he cried all he could, he looked at his notifications.

Baby Bean: 2 unread messages

Ze Best Doctah: 1 unread message

Magic Man: 13 unread messages, 2 missed calls

Spider-Man 2.0: 7 unread messages, 5 missed calls

Turtle: 1 unread message

“Shit.” Chase mumbled, scanning through the messages.

Baby Bean: “Hello Chase, Jameson again! 😊 You haven’t responded to anyone and we are all very worried about you. I’m hoping that your cellular device simply ran out of charge, but Jackie is informing me that when he tries to call you it would not ring as long as it is if your device has run out of battery.”

Baby Bean: “Chase, it’s Jameson. Where are you? I am getting increasingly worried for your safety, as is everyone else. Please respond to one of us.”

Ze Best Doctah: “Chase are you alright? You are scaring all of us. Do you need help? Or a ride? Marvin said you would not tell him where you were. I am praying you are not at a bar but right now I don’t know what to think. I trusted you would be smart and safe but now I’m not sure if you were either. Please call one of us when you see this.”

Magic Man: “Chase y do u think I would make fun of u?”

Magic Man: “R u ok?”

Magic Man: “R u mad at me?”

Magic Man: “Chase plz answer someone”

Magic Man: “If I said smth I’m sry”

Magic Man: “Just plz come home”

Magic Man: “Chase?”

Magic Man: “Ur dinner is getting cold WHERE ARE YOU”

Magic Man: “If u put on dnd I’ll b pissed”

Missed call from Magic Man

Magic Man: “Chase I stg if ur at a bar rn imma fucking deck u”

Magic Man: “No actually I’ll let Jackie do that”

Missed call from Magic Man

Magic Man: “Pick up ur damn phone Brody!!”

Magic Man: “Where tf r u????!!!!”

Spider-Man 2.0: “where did you go chase???????”

Spider-Man 2.0: “I thought you were just going on a walk”

Spider-Man 2.0: “THIS IS A VERY LONG WALK ITS BEEN HOURS”

Missed call from Spider-Man 2.0

Spider-Man 2.0: “if I have to save your ass from something or someone”

2 missed calls from Spider-Man 2.0

Spider-Man 2.0: “this isn’t funny chase”

Spider-Man 2.0: “I’m really fucking worried about you

2 missed calls from Spider-Man 2.0

Spider-Man 2.0: “CHASE I SWEAR IF YOU DONT PICK UP YOUR PHONE IM COMING TO LOOK FOR YOU”

Turtle: “Brody get your ass home RIGHT NOW!”

Chase weighed his options between who seemed the least pissed at him. Marvin and Jackieboy were obviously out. He didn’t particularly want to call Anti either. That left Henrik and Jameson. He went to the contact and pressed the call button. It barely rang before it was picked up.

“CHASE!! VERE ZEE FUCK HAFFE VOU BEEN??” Henrik shouted, his accent the thickest Chase has ever heard it, barely understandable in his drunken haze

“I’m sorry Hen” he slurred

“Chase vere are vou? Are vou fucking betrunken?!”

“Hen, Hen what? I-I don’t know what... what you’re saying.”

“HES ASKING IF YOU’RE DRUNK ASSHOLE!” Jackie shouted. “You’re on speakerphone you dick!”

Chase couldn’t see it but Jameson was trying to tell Jackie to calm down.

“OH FUCK NO THIS IS AS CALM AS I’LL BE JAMIE!”

Chase sat down on the sidewalk, leaning against a building. “I’m not fucking drunk,” he slurred

“Tell that to your voice.” Marvin piped up.

“Fiiiiiiiineeeeee mayyybeee I had a drink or few. Happy?”

“How many is ein few?”

Chase snorted and started laughing like that was just the funniest thing ever. “Fuck if I know, I wasn’t counting.”

“Chase where are you?” The static behind the phone let him know it was Anti and he whimpered.

“You’ll be mad at me...”

“WE’RE ALREADY MAD AT YOU DIPSHIT!” Jackie yelled. Henrik left the phone on the table while he grabbed his shoes and a jacket, figuring that because Chase called him, he should be the one to get him.

Chase suddenly got quiet. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Marvin furrowed his eyebrows.

“I mean I’m lost... that’s why I called... I was at a bar, then tried to walk home and got lost.”

There was silence for a little while. Marvin suddenly stepped towards an open area of floor and started mumbling a spell. “He’s on the corner of Center Street and Behmer Drive. A block down from a bar.” Henrik nodded, grabbing his phone and getting into the car.

“Chase stay on ze phone ja?”

“Okayyyy.” Chase yawned. “Hen I’m tired.”

“Vell I vill not carry vou in so vou need to stay avake”

“But I’m sleepyyyyyyy” Henrik sighed, driving as fast as he could without getting arrested until he saw a familiar figure all the while trying to keep said person awake. He pulled over and got out of the car. Chase stood up, but he stood up too quickly and vomited, luckily for him none of it got on Henrik. As soon as he was done, he was ushered into the car.

“I von’t um... vhat is that expression? Chew vou out now, vou vill certainly get enough shit vrom Jackieboy and Marvin.”

“Thank you,” Chase mumbled, the heat of the car feeling nice on his cold wet body.

“Und vour hangover und sickness vill be more zan enough punishment tomorrow.”

“I’m real sorry Hen.”

“Zat is vhat vou zaid last time. Und vou did it again. Vou must earn mein trust back Chase. Jamie’s too. Und vou vill be lucky if ze ozers trust vou again soon.” All of a sudden, Chase broke into sobs. He thought he didn’t have anymore tears left in him, but apparently he was wrong.

“Please don’t make me see them Hen... I’m just so weak and pathetic and you all are important. All I have is... is... I’m just useless. What have I ever been besides a nuisance? With all my whining about Stacy, over reacting to a couple sad days and calling it depression, my-my bad habits and self destructive tendencies... I’m surprised you all still keep me around,” Chase’s whole body shook with his sobs.

There was a lot to unpack there and Henrik had no clue where to start. He pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, turning to face Chase. “Chase... how long have vou been feeling like zis?”

He just shrugged. “I dunno... a while now, maybe a year or so?”

“Vhy didn’t vou say anyzing?”

“I was scared you would realize your mistake and kick me out.” He mumbled. It was quiet, but Henrik heard it loud and clear.

“Ve vould never dream of it Chase. Vou are far from useless-“

“Oh yeah? Name one thing that I’ve done that actually helped!”

Henrik went silent as his brain tried to think of a good example that wasn’t easily written off because he knew that anything he said would be torn to bits anyway.

“Thought so.” Chase shook his head. “I actually thought you were gonna say something too. Guess I can add moron to the list.”

“Chase stop-“

“Oh look, I’m being a bother yet again. Shocking.” He got out of the car, slamming the door, puked in the grass, then went inside, ready to be reminded yet again of how weak and pathetic he was.

The second he opened the door was the second the yelling began. He didn’t even bother protesting because they were all right. He screwed up, could’ve died, worried them all.

“Do you have ANY idea how scared we were?! I thought I was going to get a call from a hospital that you were hurt or DEAD! We all were so worried-“

“I DIDN’T ASK YOU TO CARE!” Chase snapped.

“WELL SCREW YOU TOO! I’m your brother!” Jackie fired right back.

‘Ok I think that’s enough’ Jameson tried to intervene, but of course, nobody was paying attention to him. Well, nobody except one person who did happen to notice. Anti stepped in between the two.

“That is enough.” His voice caused everyone to stop yelling, Jameson signing a small thank you towards him. “It seems like Chase has already berated himself over and over, haven’t you? I’m not inside your head, chill out, but you’re fucking screaming it with your body language. You seem to forget that you all can’t hide anything from me. And, I can assure you Chase, you aren’t faking anything, and we all would care.

“Don’t you see? Look around you Brody! Jackieboy is yelling at you because he was scared, and cares so damn much about you. Marvin had so much anxious energy that while he was pacing he started to fucking glow. Yes Marvin, I saw that. Jameson wasn’t signing anything, he just retreated into his mind again, like he always does when he’s worried. Henrik was prepping his work station just in case you came home half dead and was shaking so much he dropped half his equipment. And I-” Anti took a deep breath “I was glitching so much I disappeared for a little bit, just static filling my place. I’m still glitching a lot, and it is taking all of my energy to stay present enough to knock some sense into your drunken mind! We care about you because we all have no idea what we would do without you here!” He balled his hands into fists, and stared down Chase, watching him deflate even more than he already was. He shook his head, retreating to his room where he resumed his excessive glitching.

Jameson was the first one to recover. ‘Chase? What did Anti mean about “you aren’t faking anything, and we all would care”?’ When he was met with a blank stare, he sighed and looked to one of the others to translate. Marvin was the one to interpret for Chase.

“I... I had it in my head that... that I was just faking my depression... that I was just sad a bit. And that... that nobody would care if I... if I... tried again.” Everyone in the room but Jameson understood, and Jameson wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to know. His mind supplied an answer and he didn’t like it. Jackie was the one to walk over to Chase and engulf him in a hug. The rest soon followed, and Chase began to cry again into Jackie’s shoulder. After a while they one by one let go, and Chase looked between them all before going to his room and passing out on his bed.

[dorkydinoart]

Last Train [CH 1]

Got an idea for this story thanks to amazing bean @pistachiolan I wasn’t sure if I would ever release it, but I’m happy about it now, a lot. So, enjoy! Character/s: Chase Brody, Anti (demon), Henrik fon Schneepletstein, a hint of Jameson Jackson. Ship/s: none TW: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of death.

8:25 PM

“Great…” Chase huffed for himself in annoyance after he hung up his phone. It was late evening and he was stuck in a small dark room with the only light coming from flashing screens in front of him. Sure, it was an easy job to watch through cameras if everything was safe and sound but it also was a really boring job. And to make it even better, he was ordered to stay late today.

He didn’t bother to ask why. He didn’t bother how many coffees he had in the past hour. He didn’t bother if he even ate that day. He didn’t bother why things are as they are ever since Stacy left him…and took the kids.

How long was it? Few years maybe? He wasn’t sure.

The only thing he was certain about was that he wanted to get home as soon as possible and forget the world around him. He got out of his drinking habit and got most of his shit together, but he never denies himself a few shots of good whiskey after a long day. And today was hell long day.

In days like these, he usually loses himself in a sea of thoughts and thinks about his kids and good memories he had. Sadly, those also bring the bad ones he tries to forget.

He let out a deep frustrated sigh as he looked over at the clock.

9:45 PM

Only a little while and he’s out. The last train to his hometown goes at 10:35 PM. The way on the station takes about 10 minutes by walk. Plenty of time to get there. He could already feel the nice burn in his throat after the first shot of hard booze. And another.  And another…

He shouldn’t think about it this way, he really shouldn’t. He shouldn’t enjoy it. Yet it made him smile. He couldn’t help it. He was looking forward to getting himself wasted.

But at the same time, he felt disgusted with himself. He didn’t want to fall back into the drinking hell he was in for such a long time. He promised himself that he wouldn’t fall again.

10:00 PM

Finally, it’s time. Chase quickly grabbed his backpack and got out of the room as fast as he could, locking it behind as he rushed through the building, wanting nothing else than getting out of there. He took the stairs, thought it would be much faster than the elevator.

He was nearly jumping every other step, excitement and adrenalin building in him. Which was his fatal mistake.

After three floors of this mad rush, he tripped over his own feet and as a result of that, he fell down several stairs before landing harshly on his head. Blacking out immediately.

??:?? PM

Chase blinked slowly, trying to figure out what is happening. It took him a few seconds to realize he was lying on a cold floor……I fell…?

…I tripped… I was on my way out… …on my way home…HOME- THE TRAIN!

He sat up in shock. Surprisingly, nothing broken. Only throbbing pain in his head. He reached out for his phone in his pocket-

10:28 PM

“FUCK!” He barked out as he got up and ran down the rest of the stairs. He didn’t pay attention to the pain, he can worry about that later. As soon as he got out of the building, he was sprinting again. God, he ran fast as his life depended on it. He was panicking, he HOPED he could get on the station in time.

10:34 PM

Almost there, nothing else mattered right now. He couldn’t breathe, but he wasn’t stopping. He had only one thing on his mind.

10:37 PM

He got there, completely breathless, shaking terribly. He leaned against the wall trying to steady himself. His mind was blank.

He missed it. He missed the train.

The station was quiet, no one was around. Not a single person. Even the station building was closed. Chase wondered if the people who work there went home already…

He couldn’t help but laugh desperately. He had no idea what he’s going to do now. He sank down and hugged his knees. He knew this isn’t the end of the world, but it made him feel so…desperate. Sad. And angry. He quietly scolded himself. He should’ve been more careful. He should’ve taken the elevator. He should. He should. He sho-

CHOOOOOOOO

A loud sound broke him out of his thoughts.

It was a train horn.

He turned his head to see the departure board. His eyes widening.

“…Oh my god-!” He stood up. He couldn’t believe it.  There was another train leaving in 5 minutes- it’s also the last train of the day…and it goes to his hometown!

He felt a hope rising in him as he checked the platform where the train should be. He sure missed his train, but perhaps this one could get him home anyway?

And there it was.

He walked towards it, still not believing it. The train was really there.

One last time he glanced over at the departure board, making sure it was going in the right direction and got in.

The train seemed… like any other train he ever been in. But empty. It wasn’t a big surprise though, it was late and most of the people must have gone with the first train anyway. Chase went into the first coupe he could and took a seat, throwing his backpack aside, feeling so relieved he’ll get home today. He could finally relax. His head was still a mess, but at least the pain seemed to subtle a little.

After a good minute, the train began to move.

It was at the time he began to think this over. How could he NOT know about this train? He was so sure the train he missed was the last train of the day. Shouldn’t he know about it? Was he shaken so much after the fall he simply forgot there was another one? The more he thought about it, the weirder this all seemed.

He glanced out of the window. It was pitch black outside and it was hard to see through as the lights from the inside made a perfect reflection of the interior.

Chase caught the reflection of himself. God, he looked awful. Hair was all messy and sweaty, his face was tired his shirt was all wrinkled up. He gave himself a cocky grin.

“Wow, what a hottie.” he even managed to get a small laugh out of himself.

But his happy mood didn’t last long.

[geewriter-blog]

Heroes Among Us #1

It’s nighttime in Aviare City, a technological industry city of over 1.8 million residents. While the city appears to be as quiet and orderly as a big city can be, the Allies knew it was a facade. What the facade hid was violent, superhuman criminals, gang activity, mafia dealings, and unspeakable acts of violence. The Allies knew the facade would crack; it always cracked. The true colors of the city’s nightlife would show, then it’ll be time for them to spring into action.

For Jameson Jackson, AKA Chronos, cleaning up messes wrought by villains and violence wasn’t a difficult endeavor. A simple turn of the hands on his pocket watch reversed time so he could prevent the incident from happening, provided that the incident was not a Fated Event. Fated Events are events that are destined to occur. When Jameson comes across these events, not even his abilities are able to prevent it from occurring.

It was seven pm Friday. Jameson was dressed in his Chronos outfit. A navy blue button vest, the buttons modeled after watch faces. Underneath was a white button up shirt, sleeves rolled back past his elbows. Black slacks and black boots completed his ensemble, with a black half mask covering his face and a black bowler hat perched on his head. It looked like a gentleman and a superhero decided to have a child together, and Chronos was the result.

Jameson scans the horizon from St Peter’s Catholic Cathedral, searching for his fellow Allies member, Jackieboyman. He looks at his watch nervously. Jackieboyman was supposed to show up half an hour ago. Jameson silently wondered about his friend, knowing that he still has his civilian priorities to care for. But something about this didn’t sit well with him. Jackie rarely missed their turn to patrol the city. He considered this as one of his most important duties as a hero. Why isn’t he here to do his duty?

A buzz from his pager snapped Jameson from his thoughts. CIVIL UNREST. MACTARE STREET. MASS PROTEST TURNED VIOLENT. Jameson grumbled silently. Of course, the Aviares would find a way to turn a peaceful protest into a full blown riot. They always did. Jameson prepares to deploy his hover glider, when his thoughts turn to Jackieboyman again. He turns back to where he was standing. Maybe he should wait...

No. The longer I wait, Jameson thinks, the more likely an innocent protester would get killed or severely injured. Jackie will just have to catch up with me. Jameson pulls the string attached to his vest. The glider springs forth, the hover engines starting up with a click and the whirring of gears. Soon Jameson is off the cathedral roof. He hastily flies forth, sailing towards Mactare Street and the massive riot that awaits him.

But Jameson should’ve paid more attention to the fact that his pager was glitching.

[realantisepticeye]

Attention all follows and Role Players!!!

I'm looking for people who want to join my role playing blog as jacksepticeye egos.

Egos open :

Jackieboy man

Chase Brody

Bingsepticeye

Egos taken :

Anti & Dr. Schneeplestein - @realantisepticeye (me)

Jameson Jackson - @antischneep

Robbie the zombie - @gayforknifes

Marvin the magnificent-@krystalynremains13

If you're interested in a role please pm me and tell me who you'll like to be. I'll also tell you the rules. Thank you

[voidendron]

The Outside: Chapter 51

Series Ask Blog: @asktheoutside​ I’m probably going to change my update schedule to every other Sunday. Trying to get a chapter out every week is getting stressful and I don’t have time for anything but that and work anymore so it’s wearing me out. I’m sorry, guys. ^^”

Chapter 51: Place to Stay Chapter Warnings: Blood Mention, Swearing

Chapter under the cut

March 1, 2031, 12:04 PM Los Angeles, California

Mouth twisting as he dumped the contents of his wallet onto the desk in their hotel room, Anti could only shake his head. He barely had enough for another night, and he knew Jameson had even less to his name. They couldn’t go to Seán. He was already housing four Egos, and Anti didn’t even have Mark’s number, so that was out of the question. Who knew where the hell Schneep was now; it had been over three months since he’d gone missing, and there was no luck in even the tiniest of leads.

Chase? But Bing lived with him already.

Anti could only grumble under his breath. He did not want to live in an already-crowded duplex, even for a little while, with a goddamn android. They’d be at each others’ throats the whole damn time, and that was a given.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, then let his fingers drift down to the scar at his throat. It still didn’t feel right. It should have been weeping, sticky, staining his shirt so he had to have Wilford clean the blood. He pressed his fingers against the smooth, silvery skin that proved the wound once existed; once a grisly, ragged gash for so many years. The flesh sliced cleanly where the blade had been sharp, but becoming more torn whenever the chips marring his knife had caught skin and pulled more than cut.

He couldn’t feel his fingers against the scar. The nerves were too damaged, leaving it and the surrounding flesh numb.

What was the deal with the humans’ plane? While it had never hurt, he could still feel the area perfectly fine. Why now that it was “healed” was it numb? Sure, severe scarring worked like that for humans and other injuries for Figments, but the gash? It had been part of his design. Why would it go numb?

He pressed his fingers against the former wound, stifling a cough when he pushed too hard against his throat.

The bathroom door opened with a creak as the glitch counted his cash, free hand rubbing at his neck. He glanced up as Jameson cut toward the dresser. He had a pair of slacks on, but his chest was bare as he toweled his hair dry. Tiny scars with a few long ones scattered about marred Jameson’s chest and shoulders and arms, and Anti knew if he actually looked hard enough he’d find the matching ones around his lips from the magic accident that had cost him his tongue. The ones on his lips were hard to see anymore, but the glitch knew they were there.

The younger Septic’s pale eyes flicked up as he rummaged through a drawer for a shirt, a peppy grin falling over his face in a silent good morning to his companion.

That grin fell away when Anti didn’t offer a response.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. Anti only glanced at the slide briefly before turning back to the desk and grabbing his cash so he could stuff it back into his wallet.

“Gotta find somewhere to stay,” he grumbled. “Just about outta cash.” He slammed his wallet onto the desk with more force than necessary, earning a flinch from his companion as the slide fizzled out of existence from the startle.

“We’re not gettin’ jobs any time soon,” he continued, “so we’ve gotta fuckin’ rely on someone else to house us ‘til we do.”

Jameson pulled a button-up on after draping his towel over the dresser to air-dry. His speech-slide appeared again, only to go spinning off to the side as Anti swatted at it; green eyes following the blank slide. It disappeared as soon as it hit the nearest object—the bedside lamp—without disturbing the item itself.

“Just…” Anti shook his head and grumbled something to himself.

Chase was about the only viable option. And the glitch did not want to crash at the same place one of the androids lived.

“Your phone charged?” At the other’s sheepish expression, Anti rolled his eyes. “’Course not. Just—pack up your shit. I’ll try gettin’ a hold of Chase.”

Pocketing his wallet and grabbing for his cellphone, the older Septic searched through his contacts. He glared when the screen flickered, cursing when it got worse for a moment before he was able to reel his glitches in enough to actually use the device. If there was anything positive he could say about the androids, it was that they knew how to make a phone. Any other besides the one made specially for him, his glitches would have ended up completely frying it within a few months even if he was careful.

“Yo?” Anti rolled his eyes when Chase picked up on the second ring. His voice was a lot quieter than the glitch was expecting. “I’m kinda busy. You need somethin’?”

“The hell you busy with?”

“I’m, ah…at the DMV? ‘Bout to take a driving test. I shouldn’t even be on my phone right now, man.”

The glitch blinked at that. Even as they could hear vehicles roar past the hotel on the highway just beyond, Anti had forgotten how prominent they were for travel Outside. Back in the Figmental Plane, it was easy for an Ego to teleport themselves or, if they didn’t have the ability, it was so common it really wasn’t hard to find someone who could and was willing to put aside a few minutes to get you where you wanted to go.

“Okay, whatever. Just—” Pinching the bridge of his nose, Anti grumbled to himself. “We’re almost outta cash and need somewhere to stay for a while.”

“Why didn’t you call earlier? Dude, my god! Look—agh, your timing fuckin’ sucks right now. Just…” Anti could just imagine Chase smacking himself in the forehead, “there’s a diner uptown called Riley’s. It’s this old-west-style place. Super obvious. I’ll see if the Twins can meet you there. If they can’t, just wait for me to get done here and we can talk then.”

“Fine, fine.”

The line went dead when Chase hung up and Anti pocketed his phone. “Catch all that?” he asked as he turned to the dresser to see Jameson folding clothes and putting them in his backpack. The younger Septic offered a shrug. “…Just pack your shit.”

Jameson’s brows arched and head tilted just ever so slightly to the left. “I am doing so. You are the one standing there and watching~”

“Oh, shut up,” the glitch mumbled as he reached for the backpack held out to him.

He didn’t own as much as Jameson, but he still couldn’t get the pack to zip once he’d stuffed all his clothes into it. How Jameson’s still had spare room by the time the younger Septic had finished, Anti had no idea. Shouldering his bag with a huff, he waited for his companion to clamor back to the nightstand situated between the two beds so he could snatch the little Sam plush off of it. He adjusted his vest before clipping the plush to his belt loop, fingers petting through the soft material. Anti could have sworn a frown fell over his face for a moment, but then the youngest was perking back up and scurrying toward the door before the glitch could be sure.

A final sweep of the room to make sure they weren’t forgetting anything, and they left for the last time with Anti casting a lingering glare at the electric lock. The staff never had sent someone to fix it; they didn’t even need the key card to unlock it anymore. It simply wouldn’t lock. Piece of crap.

The glitch slapped both cards onto the counter, startling the woman behind it, and then the pair was gone with only a few quick words to explain that they were done with their room of three months.

Three months. Anti shook his head as he pulled out his phone for a GPS route to Riley’s.

Three months Schneep had been MIA.

Three months Anti and Jameson had been Outside.

Three months they had been pretending to be Andrew and James Jackson. It had been a surprise when Bing’s documentation for them said “James” rather than “Jameson.”

It was easy to forget how iconic a name Jameson Jackson was. Even to the fans who had moved on, it would return the memories. But the Egos saw it as a name. A name for a living, breathing person. Not a…character. Never just a character.

The glitch glanced down when his companion tugged as his elbow and pointed at a door just ahead of them, right near the end of their current block. Riley’s. How long had he zoned out?

When he pushed the door open, the pair was waved down by two other, identical, men. The Twins, he thought as he led Jameson to sit at the table. He hadn’t realized until then that he hadn’t seen the Twins in person since they’d come Outside; only on the news. They were both fucking beanpoles. Not as tall as Marvin, but definitely up there. With how clumsy they could get while running around, he had to wonder if they’d tripped over their damn spider legs yet.

“Why don’t you order something? We’ll pay,” one of them said. He was wearing a loose-fitting tee-shirt, and his hair was a mess. …Jimmy? Maybe? Anti had no clue how to tell them apart.

The other twin nodded. He was wearing a fitted, long-sleeved shirt. It was dark blue, and looking like something out of Marvin’s wardrobe back home, with his hair combed back neatly. Seriously, which one always had the disheveled hair? “Then we’ll get an Uber and head home. Bing’s got the kids at a museum today, so we’ll get you settled in a room or something.”

The glitch watched as Jameson flicked his wrist under the table, a small notepad appearing in it with a spark. Anti grimaced at how bright it was, but none of the other patrons seemed to notice. The youngest offered a sheepish look before standing.

“Want anything?” he signed clumsily. It took Anti a moment to actually figure out what it was he’d tried to say.

“Ah…sweet tea. That’ll be good.” He watched Jameson scurry off to the counter after taking a twenty from one of the Ipliers, notebook in hand so he could write the order rather than sign it. Turning back to the Twins with brows raised, Anti leaned back into his seat. “Ben know about this yet?”

The fact they exchanged a look with frowns pulling on their usually grinning faces said a lot. And Anti didn’t like what it said.

“Ah…no, he doesn’t,” Jim…Jimmy? answered, running a hand over his bare arm.

The other shrugged, the blue material of his shirt pulling taught across his chest as if it was almost too tight. “He’s…ah… Well, he’s probably not gonna take it well.”

If Anti could still growl, he would have. Instead it came out as more of an angry sigh deep in his throat. “Fuckin’ wonderful.”

[10ths-writing-corner]

Febuwhump #5-6: “That’s gonna scar.”, Secrets revealed.

Puppet master AU

“That’s gonna scar…” Chase mumbled under his breath before hissing.

“{Well, you wouldn’t have this type of wound if you would just listen to what I tell you. I wouldn’t have to use my strings to put you in your place.}” Jameson argued back in Chase’s mind. His sapphire eyes focused on the cuts over Chase’s wrists, luckily he didn’t have to worry about the one on his neck since the collar hid it. Jameson tried to be gentle as he tended the wounds, but frustration was evident in his actions, and hearing Chase stifle a his or groan brought odd satisfaction to all of this. “{If Henrik asks what happened, you tell him you relapsed.}”

“W-What? But I’ve been doing good— OW!” Jameson squeezed the tender area around his wrist, soon letting go when Chase recoiled into himself like a wounded animal. “Y-You won’t be able to fool Henrik forever, y’know? He’s gonna find out the monster you really are. He’ll start asking questions a-and your secrets will be revealed.” Chase threatened while rubbing his wrist.

Jameson glared daggers at Chase, “{Do you really wish to challenge me after earlier? Then watch your tongue.}” Jameson signs before turning his back towards the father, walking out of the room and into the kitchen. It was time for Henrik’s coffee break after all.

[septic-dr-schneep]

“Were you listening?” With PM!Marvin and another ego of your choice?

“What are you doing, Jameson? Were you listening just now? Eavesdropping on me?” Marvin questioned flatly as the younger Ego scurried frantically away from the door. A sweat broke out on his face almost instantly as he began ringing his hands.

“Dear me, no! I-I was only, ah...coming to...see if you wanted a cup of tea.” He hesitated at Marvin’s silence, conflict passing over him. The idiot had a vital decision to make now -- and, exactly to Marvin’s prediction, he made the wrong one. “Although...it’s not in my nature to pry but I must admit that as I approached, I heard some rather peculiar noises in there. I can’t help but be curious.”

Oh, poor little thing. “Well, I’m not one to keep secrets from my family,” Marvin purred, beckoning him closer. “I’ll show you what I’ve been working on. Come on in, close the door behind you.”

[thetreecorner]

REQUESTS OPEN

Hello there internet! For a short amount of time I will be taking requests for READER INSERTS ONLY. Please read EVERYTHING before you request something from me.

Rules:

Be patient, I am one person with only so much time

Be kind, don’t demand that I write something for you

Be as specific as you can with what you want, or it won’t turn out the way you want it to

Limit yourself to 1 or 2 requests. Please don’t go on anon and send 10+ requests

If you’re shy like me and want to send request via Anon, but would like to be told when the request is put up, shoot me a PM (I promise I don’t bite) and I’ll message you when I finish/post the story)

If requesting for Sander Sides (with the exclusion of Sleep), understand that I will most likely not take requests for romantic stories with a female!readers (non-binary is okay)

If requesting for Connor, specify the model (RK800, RK800-60, ext)

For these requests I will need the following:

Character(s) name(s)

Reader Pronouns (If not specified, I will use they/them)

Plot (Or simply say fluff/angst/platonic/ext if you’d like something generic)

An Example: “Can I get a platonic Patton Sanders x Fem!Reader fluff where the reader can’t understand her feelings and goes to him for help”

Fandoms I will write for (read character list before requesting):

YouTube Egos

Detroit: Become Human

Sander Sides

Stuff I will NOT do:

Ships (Anti x Dark and stuff like that)

Full On Smut (suggestive stuff is okay)

The Act of self harming/suicide

I will not write a toxic relationship w/ a happy ending (example: Person A cheats on Person B, and Person B forgives and stays with them)

Non-Con

Real People (exceptions can be made (example: being friends w/ Nate and meeting Natemare for the first time))

Write cannonly gay characters in straight relationships (Sanders Sides)

Stuff I will do:

Poly relationships (only two (2) characters + reader)

AU’s (Highschool, Human, Coffee Shop, ext)

Crossovers (example: Fluffy Poly with Connor and Google)

Love Triangles (if you don’t specify who you want reader to end up w/, I will either choose or leave it on a cliff hanger)

Character Death (Reader death as well)

LIST OF CHARACTERS UNDER THE CUT OFF

Characters I will write For:

Darkiplier

The Host

The Author

Google (all 4)

Bim Trimmer

Bing

Doctor Iplier

Cool Patroliplier

Wilford Warfstache

Antisepticeye

Doctor Schneeplestein

Chase Brody

Robbie the Zombie

Marvin the Magnificent

Jackieboyman

Jameson Jackson

Natemare

The Phantom

Mercer (vampire!Nate)

Eram Moonstruck (reverse!Natemare)

Logan Sanders

Patton Sanders

Virgil Sanders

Roman Sanders

Sleep (Remy Sanders)

Deceit

Blankgameplays

Geargameplays

Mad Mike

Benjamin Butler

Apocalypse

MadPat

Connor (RK800, RK900, RK800-60, RK800-01)

Markus

Kara

Hank Anderson

Simon

Gavin Reed

Note: RK800-60 is the Connor who kidnapped Hank to use against RK-800, RK800-01 is a fan made Connor who is basically Bryan Dechart dressed up as Connor.

[glitchyartist]

I drew this purely to murder @randowaffle

This is her Puppet Master AU Jameson. Basically Anti was killed and JJ absorbed his powers but was corrupted in the process.

[virge-of-death]

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wanna make an ego rp blog... If anyone want to be anyone you are more than welcome to message me! Im also on discord so i can make a group chat for it. It will be for Markiplier and Jacksepticeye egos, but I can’t choose between Marvin, Jameson Jackson, or Chase Brody. If anyone has an idea of who i should be, knows people who are also looking for other to rp egos with, or want to rp yourself, hit up my inbox or pm! I’ll make a new tumblr and repost this post with the link to the new blog