Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

Okay, so - here's a little theory. Bear in mind, I don't know everything there is to know about the JSE egos timeline. But there's something that's been on my mind after watching "Don't Make Eye Contact/Argentum Inanis" last night. After the fangirling: "Oh, there's Anti again! Yay!"

After researching theories and rewatching that video, a question never left my mind.

"How many times have we looked into Anti's eyes?"

Now, this may seem impossible to figure out, but bear with me. Most of the time (if not all) Anti shows up, he looks at US; not at the camera. Since we're so used to looking into Seán's eyes when he talks, it's inevitable to avoid eye contact with Anti. He knows that. Plus, when people talk to us, our natural instinct is to make eye contact with them because that helps us immerse ourselves in what the person is saying.

I can't speak for everyone, but in my experience, every time Anti has shown up, I lock eyes with him. And since I noticed in "Transference Part 2," the part where the man with the glasses talks about how crystals are everywhere, a glitch happens. Within that glitch, if you slow down the playback, you can see Anti and he can see you. At the last second, you can see Anti's left eye looking past the glitch at you.

So that brings up the question again: "How many times have we looked into Anti's eyes?"

Anti is sentient, a master at breaks in the fourth wall. He's watched Sean's mannerisms and keened into them. We're so used to looking into Seán's eyes when he talks to us or keeping our eyes on the face cam while he played games even before Anti. Even from day one when Seán played FNAF: Sister Location, you can see Anti looking past the camera at you.

Now, imagine this for a moment: A video like "Go on a Date with Markiplier," but replace Mark and Dark with Seán and Anti. Imagine Anti holding you captive and giving you choices. He'll be making eye contact with you most (if not all) of the time as he stands right in front of you holding his knife, degrading you - degrading us - and calling us his puppets.

From the very beginning, Anti corrupted us by looking into our eyes. That's how he catches you and lures you in. It's inevitable to avoid eye contact with him because we're so used to looking into Seán's eyes. Any time Anti is in the background, he always turns back to look at you - not at Seán, because he's always there, always watching. Even in the videos where you don't see him, you know he's there. Every one of Seán's videos gives me a feeling that Anti is still there.

And sooner or later, I have a feeling there will be a "Go on a Date with Jacksepticeye" video which starts out nice and sweet but ends with a glitch demon holding you captive and demeaning you. Or even switching from the "I love you for paying so much attention to me" to "I hate you for making me go through this circle over and over." Soon, Anti will get sick of the cycle and go for us next because we are the community Seán loves most.

That's just my theory though. Let me know what you guys think.

(EDIT: 11/22/21 - I'll put the clip of Anti from Transference Part 2, so you know I'm not crazy when I say you can see him looking at you. 😱)

"Youve been trying to deal with this yourself?" Marvin to JJ?

I am so sorry for how long this took! D: I hope you enjoy anyway!

Jameson squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth. He pulled his shirt over his arm, his breath shaking as the fabric slid over the wound. Even through the bandages, he could feel it. It was so sensitive, and getting worse by the day! But he couldn’t complain. It was nothing compared to what his brothers endured on the regular.

He took a deep breath. He could suck it up. What was one scratch compared to the countless injuries Jackie was constantly nursing? The cuts and bruises Marvin always had? The constant struggle Chase was always going through? The stress that always wore Schneep down to a point beyond exhaustion? How could Jameson complain about something as small as a scratch on his arm?

He’d learned enough from the doctor to know how to bandage it properly. So he’d taken care of it on his own. He set a smile on his face and went downstairs. Marvin was the only other one awake yet. He looked up and grinned. “Hey! Finally, someone else is awake!”

“How long have you been up?”

“…I’m not sure. Since before sunrise, I know that.”

Jameson laughed and sat down next to Marvin. Snappers emerged from Marvin’s cape, looking at Jameson from Marvin’s shoulder. “Good morning, Snappers! he said as cheerfully as he could. The little dragon hopped down from Marvin’s shoulder and started sniffing at Jameson’s arm. She made a noise of concern.

Marvin furrowed his brows. "Hey, what’s wrong?” Snappers sniffed and made the noise again. She clawed at Jameson’s sleeve. “Snappers, stop that!” Marvin scolded. The dragon climbed up the couch cusiononto the back of the couch. She sniffed at Jameson’s upper arm.

Jameson suppressed his panic. “What on earth are you doing, you funny little-AHG, OW!” Snappers had brushed her nose against the scratch. Jameson clutched his arm, squeezing it so right that it went from agonizing to numb. He whimpered.

Marvin grabbed Snapperws and moved her to his lap. “JJ, what’s wrong with your arm?”

Jameson knew he couldn’t deny anything at this point. “It-it’s really nothing. Just a scrape.”

“No way you had that reaction with just a scrape. Show me your arm.”

“It’s truly nothing! No need to concern yourself with it, I’m perfectly-”

“We both know I don’t believe this. Just show me, please.”

Jameson sighed. He pulled his sleeve up to his shoulder. The bandages were hardly pristine anymore, blood having soaked through completely. Marvin carefully unwrapped the bandages. Jameson hissed as the air stung the wound when it was uncovered.

Marvin gaped at it. “You’ve been trying to deal with this yourself? It’s huge! And it looks like it’s getting infected!”

“I thought, well I thought it was miniscule compared to what everyone else always has to handle! I didn’t want to be a bother!”

“Miniscule?! It’s almost shoulder to elbow length!” Marvin shouted incredulously. He stood up. “We’re getting Schneep. Right now.”

“But he has so much to worry over already! It wouldn’t be right, throwing my own problems at him!”

“He’ll have lot more to worry about if it gets worse!” Marvin took a deep breath. “You’re not being a bother, okay? People get hurt. It happens.” His expression softened. “You know you aren’t a bother, right?”

“I…I suppose.”

“Come on. Let’s get you fixed up.”

(I’m very tired, I hope this is decent!)

America's Suitehearts (Evil!Marvin)

(I was listening to Fall Out Boy and got inspired! I know they aren’t American but it’s a common enough phrase, yeah? These are connected to a couple prompt requests I did a while ago, but they aren’t necessary to read to read this one! You can find them if you search evil!Marvin on my blog, I think!)

Jack backed away from the magician, terror shining in his eyes and sending shivers throughout his body. “W-what did you do to them?”

Marvin grinned, and it was so big that coupled with his mask he almost looked like the Cheshire Cat as he stared at Jack from the shadows. “What’s the matter, Jack? You don’t like their new looks?”

Jack shook his head. The “new looks” put a chill in his bones, and tears in his eyes.

They were faded. Almost completely see-through, save the faint blue and green outlines. The red of Jackie’s suit was gone, replaced with a dark green. His cape was in tatters, and it hung off of one shoulder by literally a thread. His mask hung around his neck, the blue so dark it could have been black.

Chase’s hat was pulled far down over his eyes, but Jack could still see as bright blue tears steamed down his face. His gun was held in his hand, though his grip was so loose it could have fallen at any second. The skull on his hat had been replaced, and a playing card took up it’s place.

Jameson’s hat was gone entirely, his usually neat hair wild and unkempt. His pocket watch had fallen through a hole in his pocket. It slowly turned as it hung, the light not even flirting off the also ghost-like watch. His vest was unbuttoned and wrinkled. It was the same color as Chase’s tears.

Schneep was the only one looking directly at Jack. His coat was covered in shimmering blue stains, stains that Jack was sure were meant to represent blood. His mask and cap were gone, his glasses cracked and broken. His blue scrubs were now a pale green. In his hand he held an empty syringe. He locked eyes with Jack. Jack searched for any traces of his friend, but the doctor’s eyes were empty.

Perhaps the most chilling of all…was Anti. He stood next to Marvin, a similar grin to the magician’s on his face, but he too was transparent. The cut on his neck dripped with pale blue static instead of blood. His hair was falling in his face, almost coveeing his eyes. His eyes didn’t ever change or flicker. They stayed a sickening shade of green.

The same shade of green that surrounded Marvin as he raised his hand. The ego all lurched forward. “Let’s hear it! For America’s sweethearts!” he shouted. “Or, they used to be!” He walked up to Jack, his face bright with glee. “Isn’t it wonderful? My spell worked! Not a single fan remembers any of them! I even erased the great Antisepticeye! And he helped me get strong enough to do it! He never thought I’d go against him!” Marvin cackled, and Jack flinched.

“What did they ever do to you?” Jack said. He backed away, trying to make it to the kitchen. If he could just get a weapon… “You didn’t have to do this, Marvin! I could have helped you! I never meant to-”

“To abandon me?” Marvin interrupted. The venom in his voice didn’t match the grin the remained spread across his face. “To leave me to suffer? To force me to live off of scraps of attention from the fans? TO NOT EVEN GIVE ME A NAME?! I WAS LEFT WEAK, PATHETIC! YOU COULD HAVE KNOCKED ME OUT WITH A FEATHER! YOU NEVER WANTED TO HELP ME, JACK!” He kept grinning, even as he screamed. He took a deep breath. “I didn’t have to do this. You’re right! But I must confess-” he paused, and looked at the other egos as though admiring a work of art, “- I’m in love with my own sins.”

Jack was so close. He could duck into the kitchen, grab a knife, at least he’d be able to defend himself. But when he went to run, he found a warm feeling surround him. He couldn’t move. He cast his eyes down. Green and blue surrounded him, not unlike how it surrounded the egos. Marvin had his hand held out, and it glowed with the same colors.

“Tsk, tsk. I don’t think so, Jack.” He curled his fingers, and Jack was yanked towards him harshly. He put an arm around Jack’s shoulder in an almost friendly manner. “See, I got to thinking. The spell worked so well with the egos, who’s to say it won’t work as well with you?”

“Don’t you dare,” Jack managed to growl.

Marvin ignored him. “Why can’t the world revolve around me? Oh, you’ll say that you aren’t that important, the world doesn’t revolve around you, but for you fans…well, for a lot of them, their world does. You can bow, and pretend you don’t know you’re a legend, but you are. You are to millions! And I want that. I crave it! Why can’t I replace you with me? I can remove memories, why wouldn’t I be able to change them?”

“Marvin…please…I never meant to abandon you…” Jack said, every word a struggle to get out past the magic. “Just…let me go…it doesn’t have to be like this!”

Marvin made a face like he was in deep thought. “No, no it doesn’t.” His grinned returned, and he stared Jack in the eyes. “But I want it to be.”

Jairsolas

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Six

A JSE Fanfic

*gasp* A POV change?! For the first time in this story?! How exciting! Yeah short description because I’ve had a long day as of queueing this, but basically we follow Marvin as he tries to track down the King. But instead, along the way, he meets someone new. And that’s all I have to say. Hope you enjoy :)

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The noble family Portmota lived on the edge of the Southern Moors, their castle built on the last bit of solid land before the rivers came in and flooded the south of the kingdom. Officially, their claim covered all of the Moors, but everybody knew that the Moors ran on their own, much like the mountain villages to the west and north. But the meagerness of their claim didn’t stop the family from building themselves a solid, grand castle. It sat on top of a small hill, surrounded by a thick stone wall. The castle’s multiple towers reached the sky, and were numerous to require a large staff to keep the place running for the noble family and any visitors they might have.

With such a large body of servants, it was easy to slip in unnoticed. They always accepted help, and as long as you didn’t appear troublesome, they’d immediately snatch you up and put you to work the moment you asked for a position, no interview needed. 

This was something Marvin found out first hand when he decided to infiltrate the castle in preparation for the King’s visit.

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Puppets

TW: Slight Mentions of dislocated limbs, broken bones, bleeding, and angst

Description: JJ always liked Puppets, its just that the word ‘puppet’ had a different meaning now

JJ always found puppets fascinating, he remembered making a sock puppet once when he was little after seeing a puppet theatre show at elementary school, he couldn’t remember his name because it was so long ago, but he remembers playing with it fondly and even putting on his own shows for show and tell.

‘Puppet’ had a different meaning now. He remembers the flash, the glitch forward as everything around him suddenly grew too bright, too loud, too colorful, disoriented, confused, but he had friends….Maybe even brothers.

Finding out puppets were still a thing was a relief, as were radios, books, everything that he knew from the old times still existed, but he couldn’t shake the feeling every time he saw a puppet show online, he remembers the tingle in the back of his neck, as if an invisible claw had pricked a string. He shook it off at the time, just a weird twinge in his spine. It was fine.

He was too late to do anything when they all got taken. He was too late to save them. He was too late to see his own strings get pulled.

He played the Morse again, a slight whisper in his ear told him no one cared, no one was there, he gritted his teeth and walked spindly towards the door after no answer he passed by a room, hesitantly opened the door and on the shelf was them. Limbs sticking out in odd angles, mouths agape as if JJ had surprised them, but he knew that wasn’t the case, a single string was wrapped around ones throat, along with a stethoscope, another, his cape frayed, burned, his eyes bleeding as he tried to speak to JJ but all that came out was a harsh rasping breath. He heard the voice again, and his own strings snapped into place as he robotically took his own place on the shelf, and the door behind him closed and locked, and his eyes shut as he heard the squish of the knife right as the magician let out a rasping squeak, a harsh voice answering “Shut up. Puppets aren’t supposed to talk,  kͧ͒ǐͦẗ́ͤͪť̈y̐͗ ̃͋ͬ͒̿͆c͒ͭ̂̄̏͌ͫâ͂t~̇ͨ͒” ‘Puppet’ had a different meaning now

JJ was always fascinated by Puppets and the way they couldn’t move.

Its Just that he and his Fr̕i͡en͢ds were now like that too.

(A/N: Oops I dropped some angst oh noooo :P If you wanna be added to the tag list feel free to DM me or shoot me an ask I will gladly add you!)

Tag List: @pumpkin-demon @sharky-g @pyranoia @char-arts-occasionally @wyverwithy @randowaffle @cai-the-savage777 @pmaismydna @miss-covert @ninjasinsocks @antis-gauge @coconutpillow05 @help-trashbin @lonelyseiren @darcywillfindyou

How cute

tiny hug

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Would you mind to do “You’ll be mine soon enough” with Marvin and Anti?

Think – think of the others. Think of – of – 

“Th̷i̕s͞ ͢i͡s̛ ex͝actly̶ w̵h͢a̢t̴ ̨I lo̵ve ab͜ou͏ty̢ou,͘ m͜a̢g͢i͏c̕i̧a͞n,” Anti hissed as his hands tightened on the sides of Marvin’s head, hooked nails drawing pinpricks of blood from his scalp that were instantly swallowed by the static buzzing around his head. “Yo͘u̕r̛ res̵i̛l͞ien̢ce. Yo͝u͏r̶ d͠efia͜nc̵e͝.Every͟ ̶mom͠enţ ̧y̧o͢u s̢tr̛u̧gģl͜e̢ ͠i͘s ͞a mome͠͏n̴t̴͟͡ ̡̀t̀͢h́͞a͏͡t I g̵et̨ ̢͘to̕͞͠ ̴̨p͠unis̴̨h ͏y͢͡ou f̵̛ơ̕r!”

The low growl in Marvin’s throat rose to a short, wordless scream as the corruption drilled deeper, swirled thicker, its invasion stabbing at the back of his wide, bloodshot eyes and spilling messages into his mind.

N͝um̨̡b̧͝.͟ ̡͢W͘ȩaḱ͞͏e̢͡n̵̶͞e̴͡d. Sų͘b͠mit.̵͜ ͝ 

Śer̡va̛n̢t̨.̧ S̛͏͜ur̀r͢͞en̕d̶̸͜èr͏͠. P̧u͠͠p̶p͡et҉. 

Y͏o̴̢u͟'̨͝r͠͡e m̵͜i͝ne.

He couldn’t find the strength to look away as it stormed around his head in disorienting spirals, but more terrifying was the fact that the longer he stared into those emerging patterns, the less painful they became – the more he wanted to look at them.

“Liste̶n ca̵ŗęf̕ul͡ly̡ ̴no͠w̶…” Anti purred, his voice a thousand miles away, yet close and immediate, breath scalding against Marvin’s ears as he whispered into them. “T̵h̨i̴s̕ ̡i̷ş en͠t̴ir͠el̵yn̨at͡urál̀.”

Natural. Natural. This is entirely natural. 

If this was natural, why…why should he be resisting?

“T̨his̛ ̸i̸s whát y̧o͞u'̵ve ̢b͏ee͜n̶ ̴wa͘n̴t̨i̷ng.”

Wanting. Wanting. I’ve been wanting this.

All at once he was aware of every tingling, humming, burning sensation. It was pain, but…a good pain. Good pain? As he registered it, his senses became muddled in it, increasingly unsure of what was pain and what was pleasure.

“You̕'̷l͘l be̷ m̛i̵n̢e s̸óon̷ ̴en̨ough.Mỳ ̡p̕up̵p̸e̸t.”

Mine. His. Mine. His. Natural. Wanting. His. 

It was natural to be his puppet. He had always…wanted to be. Finally Marvin found that he had the ability to blink. He did so, just once, and as the static receded from his blurry vision to settle more deeply in his mind, Marvin could see his master grinning openly at him. 

In this foggy, staticky state, it felt good to realize that someone was pleased with him. Dazedly, he smiled back.

Erseptyl AU

This part one of a 3 part prologue for one of my aus. I won’t give away any details but this is my first time writing anything so its far from perfect ^^’

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It was early morning and the sun was already high in the sky, its soft rays of light peeking in through the closed curtains. The windows on the far end of the room were tall and let in just enough light to disturb the figure sleeping in the bed on the opposite side. Though the bed was elegantly decorated with drapes and curtains, they proved useless in providing shield against the blinding rays that managed to sneak their way past the windows’ protective shades. The figure, who was still asleep, was wrapped up tightly in the wool blankets. They stirred lightly in their sleep and buried their face into the pillows, green hair falling over their face, completely shielding it from sight.

Only moments later, the door to the room opened and in walked a man dressed very properly in a beige vest and bow tie. His white dress shirt was without a single wrinkle, and even his moustache was perfectly groomed and curled upward to a fine point. Every detail in his appearance was put together with such delicate attention. With him, he carried in his hand a small tray with a teapot and a single teacup upon a saucer. The fine dishware had beautiful designs that were hand painted and appeared to be very delicate and expensive. The servant, who primarily went by JJ, carefully, and quietly, placed the tray on the nightstand closest to the door, careful not to startle the still slumbering figure. Then, he gently placed a hand on the individual’s shoulder and gave it a soft shake.

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It’s going to be okay, I promise

a little piece of fanart for @artistic–insomniac‘s story Trade-Off!

It was such a good short fic, and yall should totally check her out if you haven’t already!

Maybe “Guilty”, a scenario where Jackie realized poor JJ is starving after giving his precious big brother his food?

It didn’t take much exertion of Jackie’s enhanced hearing to catch the unhappy growling of Jameson’s stomach. The gentleman immediately turned red, pressing his arm against his middle as if to stifle the noise as Jackie glanced over in surprise. “You okay?”

“Yes, I…I’m fine,” he mumbled queasily. Jackie’s brows knit at his pale complexion and the way he fidgeted, curling in on himself. Just a little while ago, he had said he wasn’t hungry and pawned off his bowl of soup. Why did he look so jittery now?

“Jameson…” he began, concern taking over as he rose from his chair. “Did you get anything else to eat after you gave me the soup?”

“T-There was nothing else. The shopping’s not been done.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?! I could’ve run to the store to get something for you and been back by now!” Running a hand through his hair, he stuttered, guilt sinking like a rock in his – full, satisfied – stomach. “Seriously, why didn’t you say something?!”

“I didn’t want to impose or make a fuss,” he protested weakly, wincing as his stomach whined again. “This is your day off work, your day to rest, and you deserved a fine meal to enjoy – ”

“My day off doesn’t mean anything to me if you’re here making yourself sick for my sake! That’s not right!” Grabbing his jacket and the nearest paper and pen, he shoved the latter at him as he wrangled the clothing on. “Write down what you want. Anything. I’m going to get it right now.”