The Alchemist And The Thief

Deep, for Marvin, Jameson, and Anti?

He didn’t want to be doing this. Every fiber of instinct in him was trying to fight, but the hands clasped around his wrists burned, weakening him, leeching more and more of his magic to put into the spell. “Stop…” Marvin choked out as Anti forced his hands back and forth. “Stop…!”

“Wh͏y ̨g̸o ͟to the e͞f͡f́o̴ŕt of ͏mák̶in̛g̢ ̷mý ͡o̡w̸ņ p͜u҉p̛pȩts…” Anti hissed, his breath hot in Marvin’s ear. “…wh̶ęn ̕yoưr ma͘g̕ic can͡ m̕ake ́t̵h͞e͘m for̨ ͜m͡e?” He tightened his grip, nails tearing into Marvin’s skin, drawing rivulets of blood and a pained whine from him. “Ta̕ke͏ ͞h̵im ͜deepe͢r͏.”

“N – No!” He tried to thrash, tried to extinguish the energy pouring out of him, but the static seeping into his skin was paralyzing. “F-Fight it, Jays!”

Slumping to his knees in front of them, Jameson remained fixated on the swirling lights in front of him, letting them envelop his senses. It was Marvin’s magic. Why would he fight it? He trusted Marvin’s magic…It would never hurt him…It felt…good…

Marvin is sinking. 

They float, they spin; wide-eyed they drift within hypnosis so deep it prickles their neurons. 

Anti pets their hair, fingers on his other hand picking at the leather straps holding Marvin down. He sighs, wiping blood off of Marvin’s cheek. Lessons need to be learned, kittens need to be trained. 

“Learned your lesson, sweetie?” Anti taunts, knowing Marvin is too deep into his own head to say anything but- 

“Yes Anti, yes sir, thank you, thank you…” They know by now to always thank their captor for their lessons. Anti softens at their obedience, sighing and running blood covered hands through his hair. 

“Good, good pet,” he breathes. He reaches to undo the thick straps holding the cat down by his head, waist, and wrists. Marvin slips off the table and falls to the ground in front of Anti’s feet, bleeding and bruised. 

All they did was talk to Jameson. All they did was try to help. But they haven’t been trained. It’s just like the puppet boy said, if you’re not trained you will be punished for talking to the other puppets. 

Marvin shudders as prickling, hot hands lift them into their captor’s arms. Marvin doesn’t fight, just curls against Anti’s chest, too foggy-headed to think of anything but how much he loves Anti, how much he loves being a pet. 

Anti carries Marvin out of the basement and into their room, sighing as he sets their bloodied body on the bed. He sits beside them, brushing his hand through their hair, their gorgeous green hair, starting to grow out to brown again. Anti shreds his gaze over Marvin’s thin cheeks, shinning starlight eyes, puffy gentle lips, and then the blood and bruises making constellations on their face. 

What a perfect pet, what a beautiful puppet ripe for the painting. 

Anti stands, leaving the room. As he goes Marvin cries out and reaches their arms toward him. No, no, don’t go, don’t leave me, I love you, I love you, you hurt me when you’re bored, I love you, their brain screams. Their arms flop back to the bed, shaking, staring with enlarged pupils at the little stars painted on the ceiling. This room was made for them. This room was made for someone else. Anti’s Starlight. Anti’s little whore, Anti’s pretty pet. They cry out again, striking their own head and letting tears shake loose. 

Anti’s hand falls on their cheek, their eyes meet and suddenly it’s all okay again, suddenly the world is right again. 

“Sit up, astral,” Anti coos, and Marvin obeys. Anti holds up a silver box, rather large and shaped like a thick box. They reach for it, making a small, confused grunting sound. Anti shushes, tuts, and sets the box on the bed, opening it up. 

Jewels. Jewelry, rings and necklaces and bracelets of all metal and gem types. Marvin stares at it, blinking in confusion. They look up at Anti lovingly through their confusion. 

“For you, Starlight,” Anti hums. “To make you glitter like your namesake.” 

“For me?” they squeak out, still deep within the rerouting of their brain. They make a chirring purr. They never used to purr. They never used to make noises. Starlight leans against Anti’s chest with a sigh, running their hands over a gold with a aquamarine pendant. “Th…thank you master. Thank you…” 

The hypnotism is too strong. They slide against Anti’s chest, nearly falling off the bed if it weren’t for strong, prickling hands pulling him back to his chest, shushing him. “You’re mine. My good little Starling. My sweet one. No more fighting or braying from you, hm?” Anti tugs their hair roughly. “No more bitching or freak outs, right, pet?” 

Marvin nods. Starlight nods, pressed against their captor’s chest. They close their eyes, the glowing stars on the ceiling echoing behind their eyes. Stars and starlight are all that is left for Marvin the Magnificent. 

I’ve always adored the way you write hypnosis! Maybe...Anti hypnotizing Marvin to attack his brothers? Marvin’s the one who hates Anti the most so that’d be an interesting internal struggle.

The static was an ocean pouring through Marvin’s body, burning under his skin, razor-sharp behind his eyes and on his tongue. He was drowning, rational thought bobbing wildly on the surface for only a moment before another wave crashed down to swallow it. 

“S͘u̵b͝m͟i͡t̡͘…” Marvin’s head tossed back and forth like a wild horse as Anti grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled, the pain only blinding his senses further. “Y̡o͏ųr power is wor̀t҉hless. ́Yoųr̶ ̛r͝a̛g̴e͠ is͡ hel͝ples͏s. Yo͡u’re͠ fa̴r̷ too w̴eak to̵ d͘o ̡wha̴t̨ ̢nee̵d̡s to͘ b͏e̡ do̷ne!”

“I hate – I hate – ” Words were failing him. He was losing the struggle to breathe over the torrents. 

“Jac̕k͠ìeb̡oy ͠M̴an.” Anti could have laughed at the way his puppet froze, eyes wide with conflict and confusion. “You ͞h̀a̧te ͡Jack̷íeb́oỳ Ma͡n̡. You h͞a͝t͡e̕ Dr. ͘S̶chneep̧lest̡ei̵n. Ch҉asȩ ̡B҉ro̸dy̧. Ja҉mes͏o͜n ̴Jac͡ks͏on. Th͏e̵y͝ aban̷doned ̢yo̢u̵, le͏f̴t yoų ̷a̢s͜ ͝a ̢sac̢rificial lamb̶ for ̡m̧y͏ mer̨c̶y͠.” When Marvin shuddered, Anti pressed two talons hard against his temples, churning feedback into him until he was keening softly in pain. “They ͘b̴èt́r̴aye͜d y̛ou. The̕y̕ lèf̶t͡ yo̴u to ͏b͠e͞ ͜tan҉gl̡ed i͜n̶ my s͠t͢r͝ings…It's͝ onl̴y fa̶ir ̧that ͜yo̴u show t҉h͝e͡m w͞h̨at i̧t̴ wil̀l ̢co͝st.”

Are you up for writing rn? Could I see Chase comfort JJ after a nightmare? I'm having a rough night, I could use some boys 💔

“Do you want to talk about it?” Chase ventured as Jameson clutched the fabric of his nightshirt and blinked away the last vestiges of sleep.

“It...” He floundered, helplessly throwing his free hand. “Antisepticeye. What more can I possibly say? How long is he going to hold this power over me? How long am I going to be...plagued with his presence?”

“I -- I don’t know, Jem, but it’s us against him. We’re right here with you, we’re stronger together. And...you have your God with you too, don’t you? Every minute of every day? Isn’t that what you believe?”

“...Yes. Always.” With a slow exhale, the shudder in his shoulders eased. “That madcap holds no power to ever change that.”

O-O okay good to know

fun obscure ego fact: anti's favorite type of alcohol..........

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EGOTOBER AND WHUMPTOBER INFORMATION

Hello, I am alive for once on here. Anyway, I wanted to give everyone on Egotober and Whumptober lists before I started posting them.

My Egotober List 1. Hat - Marvin and JJ 2. Purple - Robbie and Marvin 3. Graffiti - Chase and Jackie 4. Badge - Actor and Damien 5. Water - Captain Magnum 6. Music - Yancy 7. Anger - Dark and Anti 8. Pet - Henrik 9. Shelf - Bing 10. Glitch - Anti and Google 11. Blue - Dark 12. Cute - Wilford 13. Relax - Bim and Author 14. Package - Henrik and Anti 15. Drink - Eric and Yandere 16. Film - Actor and Celine 17. Jumper Sweater - Jackie and Henrik 18. Box - Harold 19. Snack - Bim and the Jims 20. Weapon - Actor and Anti 21. Costume - Dark and Wilford 22. Dark - Dark and Actor 23. Skeleton - The Necromancer, Marvin, and Robbie 24. Eye Eyes - Anti and Henrik 25. Potion - The Necromancer and Bim 26. Nightmare - Host and Author 27. Spell - Marvin and Robbie 28. Monster - Anti and Jackie 29. Grave - BSE and Angus 30. Fear - Eric and Derek 31. Happy Halloween - ALL

And Whumptober List 1. All Trussed Up and Nowhere to Go - Illinois and Yancy 2. Talking is Overrated - Actor and Bim 3. Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones But.... - Wilford and Actor 4. Trust Fall - Blank and Anti 5. I've Got Red in my Ledger - Yancy and Actor 6. Touch and Go - Eric and Bim 7. My Spidey Sense is Tingling - Host and Actor 8. Coughing Up a Lung - Eric and Actor 9. Rumors of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated - Author and all the Ipliers 10. Anxiety (Used instead of "Oops, I Did It Again") - Eric 11. Just Keep Swimming - Gongoozler and Heehoo 12. Losing Control (Used instead of "It'll Be Fun, They Said") - Actor and Author 13. That's Gonna Leave a Mark - Phantom and Marvin 14. Under Pressure - Illinois and Actor 15. Trapped (Used Instead of "Feed a Cold, Starve a Fever") - Anti and Actor 16. On a Need to Know Basis - Dr. Iplier. Jackie, and Henrik 17. Near Death Experience (Used Instead of "Field Care 101") - The Necromancer and Actor 18. The Doctor is In - Henrik and Author 19. Just a Scratch - Bim and Yancy 20. Lost and Found - Angus and BSE 21. That's Where the Blood's Supposed to Be - Host and Actor 22. They Made Me Do It - Google, Anti, and Bim 23. You Break It, You Buy It - Illinois and Ed Edgar 24. One Down, Two to Go - All Cannon JSE Egos 25. Hide and Seek - Yandere and Natpai 26. You will Go Down with This Ship - Captain Magnum and Actor 27. I'm Fine, I Prom.... - Mad and Natemare 28. It's Not Just in Your Head - Dark and Actor 29. All Work and No Play - Henrik and Anti 30. Digging Your Grave - Actor and Google 31. Hurt and Comfort - Actor, Bing, and Wilford

Anyway, that was all! Happy October everyone, and I’ll post day one for both in the next ten or so minutes.

hey so im not dead! unlike jj here! 

Out Of Time

A/N: @obsidiancreates suggested last night that I write a hero au fic where Schneep and JJ have to help out Marvin… it’s spiralled out of control from there. 

I have forgotten my entire taglist… uhh @a-humble-narcissus @kairomancerr @egopocalypse @dakotathewhale oh please let me know if I’ve forgotton you or if you want to be added/removed  

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“Timekeeper?“ Marvin asked quietly, watching the figure slowly step forward out of the shadows of the alley. 

The Glitch smiled behind his mask as the man moved to stand next to him. “I’ll give you a choice, M͘agn̕͞i̧͝͡f͢i̧c͘e̛͟n̨t̵: join my ranks, or I’ll let my pet here show you what a mistake you’ve made.”

Marv growled. “You think I’d ever join you? Bullshit.” He let a small flicker of flame slowly climb up his arm, readying himself for a fight. 

“I was̢ w͠o̶r̀ŗi̸e͡d ҉y͢ou'̵d͝ saỳ t̴h̢a̸t…” The Glitch grinned, and his eye flashed green. 

The Timekeeper’s head snapped up violently, and he took a step towards Marvin. 

The magician raised his hand. “Not a step closer, buddy, or I'll— what the—?”

The Timekeeper cocked a grin, and the flames in his hand disappeared. He felt bile rise in his throat, dizziness sweeping him as he tried to light the flames again, only to have them snap off a second later. All he could feel was déjà vu. 

“He could keep doing this forev͢e̛r҉, you know? Throwing you back a few seconds, back to when you didn’t have your magic flowing,” The Glitch said, giggling. “You’d n̷e̷v̧er ͞wįn.”

Marvin scowled. “Well, you won’t win this, Glitch.”

The masked man threw his head back and cackled. “I have time on my side, Magnificent! I’ve already ẁo҉n͡!” He snapped his fingers, and the Timekeeper nodded. 

Marvin screamed. 

***

All Jameson could hear was the ticking of a clock. His head was filled with static, and all he could think of was the ticking, loud and constant. 

Loud and constant and his. 

The man in front of him had steel in his eyes and flames at his wrists, but as he looked at JJ through his cat-shaped mask, betrayal and fear flickered across his face. 

He was causing that fear, the expression deepening every time he wound back time on the man, extinguishing his flames. The static told him to be proud. 

He was. 

Suddenly, he felt it push him towards the man, so he walked. As he grew closer, the ticking grew louder and the static grew thicker. 

And then it told him to take. 

The ticking rang in his ears and he knew and he wanted to take 

take everything take it all it was his it was his it was all his to do with as he pleased every second every minute was his he needed to tākę i͜t͠ 

He needed to take everything. 

He barely registered the man in front of his screaming as he pulled the years from his life, slowly syphoning off every minute, watching them twirl around him in a delicate dance until the man collapsed to his knees and then onto the ground, no life left to give. 

Static and satisfaction settled into his chest. It was his. 

The ticking rang in his ears, loud and constant. 

Then the static came and whispered in his ear, stoking his hair gently. “Good job, little Timekeeper. Such a good little p̢up͡p̧et, taking and taking and taking,” it whispered. JJ nodded, not feeling the tears dripping down his face. “You did so well…”

The static rushed in, and he blacked out. 

***

Jameson came to, head spinning. His whole body ached, and he sat up, head spinning. What had just—

Magnificent lay, unmoving, on the pavement in front of him. 

All at once, the memories of what had just happened came crashing in on him, and he struggled not to throw up.

“No, no, nonono,” he cried, crawling over to the hero. “Magnificent, wake up, wake up!” His slides flashed rapidly as he shook him, although inside he knew it was pointless. 

Magnificent was dead. 

And he had killed him. 

His breath caught, and he felt all the blood drain from his face. 

He…

He killed someone. Took every second of time they had from them. 

And he’d enjoyed it. 

His breathing began to speed up, and he grabbed his hair, rocking slowing back and forth. Slides flickered in the air beside him, filled with apologies and denials and silent pleas for help. 

With tears pouring down his cheeks, he wished desperately that he could scream. He needed help he needed help he someone god help

Everything around him shattered. 

Ticking rang in his ears. 

help who could help he needed them here now he needed help what had he done? 

He pulled. 

*** 

One moment, Henrik was quietly enjoy a cup of coffee, and the next, he found himself next to the Timekeeper and Magnificent. 

One of whom was panicking, the other dead. 

Schneep’s heart dropped. Swirling around the Timekeeper he could see bright orange of panic, laced with the muddy reds and purples of grief and fear. 

And around Marvin was nothing. 

The Timekeeper looked up at him, desperation and mania in his eyes. “Please, Medic, you must heal him! I’ve done something to him, taken all his time, but I know that you can save him! Right?”

Henrik looked down at the two of them, colour draining from his face. “Mein freund… I cannot heal someone who is already dead.”

The Timekeeper’s face dropped. “No, you must. I couldn’t have killed him, no… No, no, no…”

Schneep took a step back, feeling something around him start to shift. 

“No, I couldn’t have, no, oh what have I done whathaveIdonewhathaveIdonewhathaveIdone?”

With that, something fractured. 

Henrik stumbled backwards, only to be pulled back to where he was a few second prior, and then to find himself with his hands pressed to Marvin’s still chest. The Timekeeper seemed to be experiencing the same thing, jumping forwards and backwards in time, his expression rapidly changing. Schneep managed to find a second to look up, only to see the time of day begin to change, jumping from night to day like a skipping record. 

“Timekeeper!” he tried to yell, feeling his words get swallowed up by the jumps. He was thrown to his feet again. “Timekeeper, you must stop this!“ 

He threw himself forward, arms wrapping around the smaller man. With a thought, he grabbed hold of his emotions and began to reign them in, trying not to be too harsh about it, feeling a little bit guilty about using his powers without consent. 

"Let us calm down now, ja? It is alright,” he whispered, patting his back. “You can explain to me what has happened, and then we can see what can be done.”

The Timekeeper nodded slowly, his breathing still shaky, and Henrik gently pulled out of the hug. 

“Tell me what has happened.”

The Timekeeper took a deep inhale. “Something had me not in my right mind, doc. It told me to…” He looked down, breath hitching. “It told me to take the Magnificent’s time from him. And I couldn’t say no, so I drained the living right out of him, year by year. And now he’s gone and it’s all my fault and—”

Schneep shushed him. “It is not your fault, Timekeeper. It is, I will assume, the Glitch’s. He is an evil, evil man, and it is not your fault what he made you to do.”

“…no?”

“Of course not. You were not the one in the controls of your own mind. What you can control for, though, is what you do now, ja? If you could take the years straight out of him, then why not see if you can put them right back in his little body?" 

"I could try…” replied the Timekeeper tentatively. 

Henrik kneeled to the ground, placing his hands on his friend’s still body, praying that the plan would work. “I will do the healing of him at the same time, to help. Now, work your timey-wimey magics! Little Marvin is not done on this Earth quite yet!”

The Timekeeper took a deep breath and placed his hands on Marvin’s body as well.

***

Marvin awoke to a ticking, loud and constant. His body and mind ached, and he swore as he sat up, feeling like he’d aged a hundred years. 

He pried his eyes open to see two very tired, very relieved looking people beside him, their hands lingering near him. 

“It worked…” said the Timekeeper. 

Marvin blinked, shocking away. “What worked? Are you not still evil or possessed or whatever now? Am I missing something here?”

Schneep patted him. “Perhaps it is best if we explain later. You have had a long day.”

He shrugged. “Whatever you say, man. I just need a nap.”

Literally

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Oh, my boys! Oh, my new comfort ship!

-JJ will drag Dark away from paperwork to cuddle. 

- They’ll go into the library and pick a book to read together. 

- JJ will help Dark with paperwork if it gets to be too much. 

- I often use Anti as the bad guy while writing this ship because it really gives it a purpose. Dark saw JJ tied to the ceiling with puppet strings. He was a broken moustached man. So Dark saved him. Something he couldn’t do for someone else before.

- JJ followed Dark around for the first week trying to be helpful. Dark got upset and yelled at him. 

- He went and apologized to JJ after nearly all the Iplier egos yelled at him too. 

- Dark slowly fell in love with JJ when he spent time with the other ego. 

- JJ fell in love with Dark the moment he woke up in Darks arms as he walked him to the doctors. 

- Dark will get anything for JJ. JJ doesn’t want much but cuddles and love and the occasional chocolate. 

- JJ made quick friends with the Iplier egos. 

They will cuddle whenever they can. 

- Dark has a reputation and needs to uphold it but if JJ walks into a meeting asking him where he put his book Dark will drop everything to get it himself. 

- Dark often has problems with his back to the point of now being able to move in the morning. JJ gets him tea and whatever he wants.

- JJ sometimes helps Dark spy on people. 

- They would get married in a small reception with the Iplier egos. 

- JJ loves Dark Chica. Dark thought he would be scared of her but JJ loves her. 

- They go for walks in the woods that surround the mansion. 

- JJ isn’t allowed out of the house without Dark or Wilford because Anti might hurt him. 

- Wilford and JJ are friends and like to talk about the past and dealing with Dark. 

- Dark refuses to talk about the past but sometimes he slips up and mentions a memory. JJ tries not to get him to talk more about it. 

- The Iplier egos have found Dark doing paperwork in his office with JJ asleep on his lap. 

- They have a smilier grey tone/aura. Dark’s is more powerful and controlling. JJ’s aura makes people relaxed. 

- Dark only really knows how to flirt like in the movies. With a flower and chocolates. He gets flustered though and JJ finds it adorable.