Magnificent Spell

Jackie, trying to support DA!JJ: DONT LET YOUR DREAMS BE DREAMS! DA!JJ: Ok! :D -goes to angrily sign at Dark for trapping him in the mirror- Jackie: WAIT JJ NO THATS NOT WHAT I- Aaaaand he’s gone.

Jackie: BECOME THE TERRIFYING GHOST YOU WERE ALWAYS MEANT TO BE

Jameson: HELL YEAH I’m going to unleash CURSES on this house!!

Jackie: uhhhhh hm.

A Basic Breakdown Of My Vampire Egos from My Base Vampire AU

Dark: Was turned by Actor in the 1920's, a small sliver of The Manor Entity is stuck in his soul and has influence over him. He fought to maintain his sanity for 30 years, but Celine's death broke him and The Sliver gained a lot of power. He's now obsessed with building a "family". He picks a target, stalks them, lovebombs them, makes them dependent on him, and turns them. He always asks first, only two have said no. He turned them anyway. He gaslights the family a lot, and basically keeps the entire city they live by under his thumb to make hunting easier.

Doc: Didn't want to be turned, always trying to escape. Vampires need to feed once a day to be healthy, Doc will push himself to almost two weeks without feeding. He despises Dark. He's forced to be the family doctor. Whenever he tries to escape, Dark always manages to catch him again. But Doc is made of Spite and A Moral Compass, so he always tries again. Dark's favorite, because Dark sees a lot of Damien in Doc and wants Doc to become just like Dark.

Bim: A total asshole. Raised by neglectful and abusive rich parents, he became obsessed with Getting Attention and Taking His Rage Out On Others. Also has the world's biggest ego. He runs the city's most popular gameshow, and no-one realizes that the contestants actually die. Everyone thinks it's CGI and special effects, and Dark helps cover up that the murders are real. Bim wants to be Dark's favorite more than anything, and is violently jealous that Dark pays so much attention to Doc. If Dark wasn't there to stop him, Bim would kill Doc.

Bing: A cyborg-vampire. He woke up in a junkyard with no memories, only know that he was a cyborg and his assigned name was Bing. He made his way to the city and met Dark while working a shitty job, and Dark became Bing's only friend. Bing suffered a lot from overheating issues and such in the past, but becoming a vampire fixed all of that. Dark saved him, so hes blind to Dark's true nature. He just wants Doc to be happy, but in those efforts adds to the gaslighting and invalidation of Doc's feelings because he just can't believe that Dark has any plans or feelings for them other than Caring. Best friends with Yancy.

Yancy: First person fully turned by Dark in the 50's, very soon after Celine died. At first he was horrified and fled but after killing his parents in a fit of Feral Hunger he went back to Dark as a form of self-punishment. Now convinces himself that Dark's belief of "Everyone is in The Family because Fate Says They Should Be" is true, because otherwise it means his parents died for less than no reason. Former musical actor, now only hums tunes to himself when no-one else is around. Best friends with Bing.

Host: Same basic backstory as in the Cyndago videos, but when he got shot Dark (whom had been his friend for a while) smelled the blood while walking over and came in. Dark turned Host right before Host bled out. Host's powers mutated thanks to the Vampire DNA and he lost his eyes. Very antisocial, spends most of his time in his room narrating what's happening with The Family and The Hunters. Lies to Dark about how strong his powers are so the story can play out naturally with no-one at any extreme advantages.

Eric: Almost died in the bus crash that killed his brothers, but Dark was also on the bus with him and turned him to save him. Eric is forever grateful to Dark for taking him away from Derek and fully believes that Dark is a good person and keeps them all safe. Spends most of his time in The Manor because Dark takes advantage of his anxiety disorder to keep him close. Drinks mainly from Blood Bags gathered by The Googles rather than going out and hunting.

The Googles: Androids that Dark found and brought home for Bing to repair. They were altered to have fangs and bags in their stomachs so they can gather extra blood so The Family always has an emergency store at home. Also Dark's personal weapons/bounty hunters. When Dark can't do something in-person he'll send a Google.

Wilford: Turned by Actor, not Dark, unlike the rest of The Family. Lost his mind because he couldn't handle being a monster and needing to kill to live, so his mind stopped processing that Death is permanent to alleviate the guilt. Mysterious powers that even he doesn't really understand, but as long as he doesn't cause too much trouble he's pretty much allowed to do whatever he wants.

Mark: A Vampire Hunter, in the world-wide Hunter organization. Also a vampire turned by Dark. Dark intended to bring him into The Family, but Mark woke up halfway through turning into a vampire and managed to escape. He was rescued by The DA and they're now best friends, and the best Hunters in the entire organization.

The DA: Was the first person Damien bit the morning he woke up a vampire, but was only half-turned. They live forever, but their strength and speed are capped (other vampires just get stronger and faster forever with no limits). Was a nomad for many years before The Hunters picked them up with the promise of Curing them someday. Had many trust issues before Mark came along and showed them how to have friends again. Likes knitting. Despises Dark because he's "a monster parading around in their dead best friend's body."

Celine: Fled The Manor after a close call where Actor almost bit her, and dedicated her life to finding a Cure for vampirism. Later she learned William had been turned as well, and even later that Damien had been. She put Damien and William up in the family cabin and brought them weekly blood bags while she and a team of gifted scientists/alchemists/magic users/scholars all searched for a cure. Sadly the stress and strain cut her life short, and she passed away in the cabin holding Damien's hand hopeful for her brother's future.

(Sadly, her group was taken over by someone greedy and horrible after he murdered Celine's chosen successor, and this group became The Hunters.)

Actor: Was turned by The Manor. The more souls The Manor controls, the more powerful it is and the more it can expand the borders of it's power. Actor was intended to be the tool to gather souls, starting with his family, but it all went wrong. Actor now refuses to ever leave The Manor, and spends all his time waiting by the door for his family to return. He's certain that they will, eventually, and refuses to turn anyone until they come back. The Manor has tried to force him to turn stray hikers who wander onto The Grounds, but with only Actor under it's control it's too weak to fully break his resolve.

And that's the basic summary! Though there's many iterations of this AU. Like the Sia RP. That's a whole other ballgame (that you can read on @a-vamp-and-a-half) or the many Anon Jim RP threads (also on @a-vamp-and-a-half but I'm bad at organizing so I'm sorry it's so scattered)

Erseptyl AU

Prologue Part 3

Okay, pretty sure this is like 6,300+ words so I apologize for its length… Still, this is the 3rd and last part to the prologue so the real story should start soon. This was really difficult to complete and I’m very much not confident with it but I guess I am still just starting out. Plz don’t judge me too harshly ;w;

Link to part 2: 

https://epicseptic.tumblr.com/post/663233184515948544/erseptyl-au

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Marvin had returned to his room that evening after dinner to eagerly get started on his bedtime routine. He was exhausted after today and he was looking forward to a full night’s sleep, but he still had so much to do. He still had to wash up and let his hair dry, then he had to brush it and do his skin care routine. And even after all of that, he still had to brush his teeth too… Okay, maybe it wasn’t that much, but it sure felt like a lot of work. 

Before doing all of that though, he usually liked to have some time to himself to wind down and relax before bed. He had a special set of hobbies he liked to do at times like these when he was alone; he would often practice his makeup, rehearse solo dances to himself, and he would even go as far as to sneak out for a late night walk in the courtyard. He often got in trouble for that last one though for worrying the servants - namely JJ and Chase - with his absence…

Weiterlesen

Decided to make some ego wallpapers as well! Here we have Marvin, Anti, and Schneep!

Ok this idea just came to me so bear with me here.

Wilford warfstach

Jameson Jackson

Remus sanders

What do they have in common their mustaches🥸 so if they were to meet they could be…….

✨The Stach Bros✨

Jameson sat up, feeling more than just exhausted. Soreness had spread everywhere, and he could no longer stand. The cold metal chains were latched onto his wrists, and he cried out in pain before falling face first into a bucket of water. Struggling to breathe, the way he was bent made it impossible for him to pull his head out of the bucket. The chains held him back, and he was stuck to the floor.

The echo of footsteps slowly approached him. Anti yanked Jameson's head out of the water pulling him by his hair. When he let go, and Jameson could stand he stood closer to Jameson. "Here. Drink this." Anti pressed a mug of coffee close to Jameson's face. "please, no more." Jameson begged, shaking. "But you love coffee. It doesn't matter if you haven't slept in 2 days, this is your last cup. I'm not going to give you anymore after this, puppet." he answered calmly.

"Shhh..." Anti shushed him before opening up Jameson's Jaw with his hands. He held it open and poured the rest of the steaming coffee into his throat. Jameson coughed hoarsely, his voice damaged from dehydration and heat.

"Now that's better, isnt it?" Anti asked softly. Jameson shook his head. Anti pulled his knife from his pocket and held it close to Jameson's eyes. "Say "Yes." "Agree with me, puppet." he growled. "yes master." Jameson stuttered. Anti moved away. "Just a few more hours, and I'll let you go." Anti promised. "really?" Jameson whimpered. Anti raked his claws across Jameson's back. "Did you really believe that I would set you free so easily?" he taunted. "No..." Jameson squeaked. Anti's knife swung into Jameson's right leg. Anti pulled it out slowly before cleaning off the blade.

"Good, because I'm not done with you yet, puppet." he hissed. Jameson twitched nervously. He said nothing.

Anti smiled, his eyes blacking out. "Have you ever stared into space? Doesn't it just pull you in until you no longer feel like you're real?" He leaned in closer. "Doesn't it hurt to not feel real, to be alone?" his claws reached to touch Jameson's face, and he tapped them lightly. Jameson stared into his coal black eyes and started to shake, sobbing into Anti's shoulder. "I always knew I wasn't real, that none of this was real, there was no possible way this could be happening. Everything is so foggy, it's just shapes. And your eyes...It just says it all. That I'm nothing. I don't exist do I?" Jameson moved away, tears soaking his clothes.

Anti's eyes began to swirl with bits of green contrasting against the emptiness. "There is a hole in my heart that cannot be filled. There is a rage inside I can't quite contain. But then there's you, your suffering fills my needs..." Anti picks up his knife again and slashes it across's Jameson's stomach. "I don't care who you are, I feel nothing towards you." He yelled, repeatedly slicing over the wound. Blood splashed into the air, and dripped down Jameson's leg forming large puddles. "You figure out for yourself who you are, where you think you are. You're in my hell now, and I make all the rules." he scoffed, before moving away. He paced the room, continuing his speech. "I often wonder how you're still alive, but then I remember I'm keeping you alive. Marvin can't find you, Jackie can't save you, chase isn't here, schneep is working, robbie is sleeping. I rule over all, I can travel wherever I please. I have everything I want, but I still need more. What better way, then to keep someone here, locked away forever? Someone I can talk to, who listens without a choice. Someone, that squeaks and whimpers but follows orders." 

"It's so obvious now..." Anti cackled. "I don't need anyone. Not even you." he pointed his knife at Jameson's throat. "I should've done this a long time ago." he pressed the blade closer into Jameson's skin. Anti glitched, growing taller than before. His whole body flickered, as he faded turning into a giant inky shadow. His bright eyes blinked back. Large tendrils of shadow crept along the walls, filling the room. Jameson struggled against the chains pleading. "It doesn't have to be this way! Please, stop! I'll give you whatever you want, just don't hurt them!"

"How disappointing...I always liked a begger...But now, I am my own king. This is my world." his laughter roared, rocking the entire room. Bits of ceiling crumpled. Tile cracked open. Even the blood on the ground started to move like jelly. The tendrils reached Jameson, holding him in place as Anti flew closer. "Say goodbye." he hissed. Jameson's unconscious body fell to the floor and his limbs convulsed wildly before becoming still. A few minutes later something strange happened. Jameson stood up, his eyes glowing green. He smiled an unusual grin. He walked over to a table with Schneep's stolen medical gun and injected it into his arm. He held a knife by his side before leaving the room. The bleeding stopped, and the wounds began to heal.

random normal pictures of Jack that look like the egos to me for no reason other than vibes GO

Jackie

Jameson

Marvin

Curiosity Killed the Cat (Part 2)

Something Dark

Anti throws Marvin onto the ground and the magician flies across the floor, his head knocking into the metal frame of a bed across the room. Marvin has barely a second to breathe before Anti glitches over and grabs him and pulls him up by his shirt. Marvin chokes and weakly grabs at Anti’s arms as the glitch leans in and growls.

“You got some explaining to do, kitten whiskers,” He snarls, his eyes flashing green. Marvin tries to swallow as he chokes out, “I-i haven’t done… a-anything-!”

“Exactly!” Anti shouts, throwing down Marvin again. The magician hits his head against the metal on the bed and his vision goes black for a second. He quickly shakes it off, rubbing his head as Anti draws closer. A quiet mumble behind Marvin has his shoulders tensing and he looks behind him to see Jack shifting in his sleep, a look of pain furrowing his brow. The heart monitor next to the youtuber spikes slightly as another quick exhalation escapes Jack’s mouth.

“Explain to me why he’s n̘̬̂͘ổ̧͖ẗ̛̪͔́ ͇̭̊̐a̙̱̐̀s̗̭̔͑ḷ̗̉̊ḙ͙̀̉e͔̞̓͘p̳̠̅̒,̨̡̈́̽ ͈̱̐̐k̞̭̓̾ị̪̎̿ṫ̩̻́ ̮̝̉͛k̡̗̍͊â̛̘̤ţ̿̔͜!̳̥̀͝"̬͓̋͌ The glitch snarls. Marvin scrambles away from both Jack and Anti as he tries to speak.

“I-i i dunno!” Marvin wheezes, “I-i’m trying the strongest m-magic i can!” A collection of glitches strikes Marvin in the face and his head snaps to the side, throwing his face into the wall. Marvin massages his face with a groan and gasps as he pulls his hand away to reveal blood. A knife sinks itself into the wall behind Marvin, snapping the magician’s attention back to the angry glitch.

“You need to try fucking harder!” Anti screams. “I can’t have him waking up!” The demon’s eyes seem to display a quiet desperation that doesn’t match his enraged expression. Marvin swallows and tries to stagger to his feet, blood dripping from his nose onto the tiles beneath him.

“I’m… doing…what I can…” Marvin rasps, holding his side as it burns from being tossed around. “I don’t know…what you want me to do…”

Marvin’s wrists fly up as Anti yanks on the green strings attached to magician, causing the man to be dragged across the floor, his face scrapping painfully against the tiles. Anti’s scruffed up sneaker cracks against Marvin’s skull as the glitch leans down to his level.

“I want you to do s̢̤̋͠ö̧̙́̄m̪̱̔̎ę͍̄͝t̙͓͒͑h̬͙͒̽i̛͖͍̇n̡̻͛̏g̡̜͑̃!͉̼͋̔"̨̹̈́͋ He barks darkly, digging his heel into Marvin’s head. “Or do i need to kill those pathetic friends of yours to get you working?”

Marvin coughs and looks up at the glitch. But his expression seems almost apathetic to Anti’s threat. Anti bares his fangs and reaches down to grab Marvin’s hair and he yanks it up roughly. Marvin cries out, pin pricks of tears clouding the corner of his vision.

“Or do i need to make you d̥̺̏̚i̧̱͗̕s͉̝̀̽a̹̫̔̆p̤̓̚͜p͙͖̊͝e͖̼̽̈́a͎͉͊̃r̰̖͑͘ ͇͖͐́ä͓̲́̿g͕͕͒̕a̮̦͑͆i̢̯͋̓n͈̣͋̈?̨̟̾̔"͉̻̅̅ ͚̤̊̚ he adds quietly, letting his words sink in slowly. Marvin’s eyes widen as he shakes and curls his hands into fists.

“Y-you can’t… You wouldn’t…” The magician mumbles brokenly.

“Oh but i can,” Anti giggles slightly, “Even with my little host waking up i still have enough power to make you fade in the most painful way possible.” Marvin’s shoulders shake violently as he tries to hide his terror.

“I could then go in and erase you from Jack’s mind… erase you from the fans’ minds… So you could never come back~” Anti whispers with glee, “ Or i could leave just enough of you floating around that you would be around but not enough you could reform…oh that sounds like it would be so much fun~!” Anti laughs madly, throwing Marvin’s head down as he stands up to full height, watching the small magician cower.

“And since you couldn’t do what i needed… I’ll just go get another puppet! I’m sure with JJ’s feeble little powers he could do something.. Maybe I could suck Jackie’s powers and-”

“Stop!” Marvin sobs, rising up on shaking arms. ”Just… stop… please…” He chokes out brokenly.

Anti regards the shameful display with a cold expression.

“Alright, but what will you do now Puppet?’

Marvin grits his teeth. “I… I’ll figure something out… He won’t wake up.. I’ll make sure of that.”

“You better,” The glitch snarls. He then turns heel and starts heading back through the door that leads to whatever room he’s locked the two up in. But before he stalks out, the demon pauses before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out an object. He throws it Marvin’s way.

“See if that’ll help you, kitten,” He calls out as he starts to close the door behind him, “And you better have something figured out soon. I’m not a patient man.” The door slams loudly shut behind the glitch, making Marvin flinch and curl in on himself.

Marvin peeks open his eyes to see what Anti had thrown him. Marvin crawls to the small item, his entire body sore from the beating he just took. Marvin carefully scoops it up and studies it.

It’s a small crocheted doll. With blue buttons eyes. The hair looks like it’s made of dark brown felt. It’s a Jack doll. Just holding it in his hands sends shivers down Marvin’s spine.

What the hell was he supposed to do with this?

Marvin settles his back against Jack’s bed frame as tears threaten to fall from his eyes. He listens to the quiet breathing and gasps from his creator with a heavy heart. He shouldn’t even be doing this. Jack didn’t deserve this. But if he didn’t… everyone would suffer. And he would disappear.

Marvin chokes on a quiet sob at the thought, curling in on himself and hugging the tiny doll to his chest.

His magic wasn’t meant for this. He trained his magic to either dazzle or help people. He never wanted his magic to hurt anyone. He didn’t want to control people.

He could hypnotize people, sure. But he never wanted to. And this was far beyond that now… Anti wanted Jack in a coma. Alive but asleep. Out of the way.

Marvin’s brain struggles to think of a solution. He thinks back to his time of studying magic. Hadn’t he read something similar to this?

A hazy memory swirls in Marvin’s head.

He’s younger, hanging out in the Phantom Dream Emporium after a training session with Phantom himself. The other figment had gone to get them food for a job well done. Leaving Marvin to man the shop while he was gone.

Marvin had gotten curious and decided to leaf through some books lining the book shelves. He felt drawn to the spine of certain book. The color of it was the blackest black Marvin had ever seen, bound with purple trim. There’s a certain hum of energy and power emanating from the book that sets Marvin’s nerves on fire as his fingers brushed against the tome, carefully sliding it from the shelf. The cover is blank, the pages yellowed by time and dog eared. Carefully Marvin pries the book open, almost with difficulty.

As Marvin skims through the pages, time seems to still. Marvin’s brain is on overdrive, trying to process as much information as he can from the book. Something inside him is screaming at him that this is wrong. He shouldn’t be reading this. But, there’s so much to learn from this. So much he had never known. Magic he hadn’t realized existed-

Suddenly the book is being pried away from him and Marvin cries out in protest. Phantom’s usual dark eyes spark with crimson fire as he glares at the young magician. Marvin swallows.

“You shouldn’t be reading this Marvin,” Phantom scolds quietly. He slams the book shut and slides it back into place.

“Why not?” Marvin bites back. “You’re teaching me magic, and that has magic i’ve never even heard of!”

Phantom purses his lips and growls slightly, “You aren’t powerful enough to use this magic. Nor is it suited for you.” Phantom shakes his head and loops his arm around the cat masked boy, putting on a dazzling smile. “C’mon kid-”

Marvin’s eyes shoot open as the memory fades. Sweat drips down his face. That book… he remembers some of the spells.

He knows what he can use now.

The magician swallows as he looks down at the doll Anti gave him. Who knew this would actually help him…. But he needs something else.

Marvin stands up on shaking legs and makes his way to the head of Jack’s bed. The youtuber is still sleeping quite restlessly, his eyes moving rapidly under his eyelids. Marvin feels numb for a second as he stares at Jack. His creator was never going to forgive him for this.

The boy swallows and reaches out, quickly taking some of Jack’s locks in his hand and yanking. Jack whimpers slightly as Marvin pulls a chunk of hair away from his head. Marvin takes the hair and stuffs it within the holes that make up the doll’s body.

Marvin then cradles the tiny doll in his hands, slowly concentrating on filling its body with his magic. He shuts his eyes, trying to think of Jack in his mind. Marvin’s fingertips feel like they’re being filled with electricity as he opens his eyes back up. He sees a small green glowing ball rising out of the doll and it floats gently above where its heart would be. The neon green color of the orb sets Marvin’s heart racing, the color too similar to Anti’s. Then he realizes it’s softer, bright but not blinding.

A gasp from behind him has Marvin turning around rapidly. Jack’s eyes have opened but they’re glowing the same soft green as the orb from his doll. A green light echoes the color on his chest. Marvin swallows and shakily turns his attention back to the doll.

Marvin reaches out and carefully takes the ball in his hand. Immediately Marvin hears Jack’s voice. His loud energetic cadence fills Marvin with warmth. His laughter echoes in Marvin’s ears and he smiles slightly. But Marvin quickly shakes off the smile, a serious frown taking its place. Marvin grips the orb and starts to push it back into the doll. He struggles to push it back however, the orb resisting the path. Marvin grits his teeth, his eyes flowing blue with power as he presses harder. The voice from the orb starts to change into something less pleasant.

Still the orb refuses to move. Marvin’s magic starts to fade from green blue to slightly purplish as Marvin forces it down with all his might. Suddenly Jack’s voice is screaming in Marvin’s head as the orb starts to disappear from the surface and dissolves back into the doll. The heart monitor beside Jack starts rapidly beeping in distress as the irishman grits and cries out in pain. Marvin shoves the orb down forcefully. A burst of purple magic rockets from the space, sending the doll flying out of Marvin’s hands.

The heart monitor’s sirens cut off. Jack quiets, his head slumping limping on his pillow, his eyes shut once again. His breathing is so quiet now, almost as if he’s not breathing at all. But the heart monitor continues its beeping, even though the heart rate is frighteningly low.

Marvin tries to catch his breath, his fingers alight with magic still. They feel like they’re burning. Marvin swallows, his arms shaking. He slowly turns around and looks down at Jack, wondering if his spell worked. Gently, Marvin brushes his fingers against his creator’s forehead.

Suddenly, Marvin can see what he seems to know is inside Jack’s head. It’s dark and silent. Expect for a slight noise. Marvin recognizes it though. He’d know that deranged glitching laughter anywhere.

The magician draws his hand away, guilt burning painfully in his stomach. Then his stomach actually begins to burn, the sudden change unbearable. Marvin cries out, his knees cracking against the tile as he whole body seems to be alight with a terrifying pain. Like the magic flowing through his veins had turned to liquid fire. Marvin shakily looks at his hand, trying to understand what could be happening. He sees his veins seem to glow a sinister looking purple under his skin.

The edges of Marvin’s vision is turning that same purple as well. The feeling of his chaotic untapped magic seems to capture Marvin in its grasp. The swirling essence claws around Marvin’s throat. Mavrin chokes, unable to breathe as he clumsily grasps his hands against his neck, his scar burning. Marvin feels like he’s being swallowed whole by this strange power as his vision tunnels, everything being tinted dark purple as his vision fades.

A strange strangled laugh is the last thing Marvin hears as his eyes begin to roll up into the back of his head, his body shutting down from the pain. Marvin’s blood runs cold as he realizes the laughter sounds like it came from him. Then he hits the ground with a sickening crack and everything falls silent.

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Lost My Reason All Again // Comic Version This comic is drawn based off of the written story by @10ths-writing-corner Before continuing please give the story a read! https://10ths-writing-corner.tumblr.com/post/621645315575037952/finally-after-all-these-years-henrik-could

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