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I was bored so I started playing around with Mark and Jack’s eye colors. I think these turned out okay for a first try! ^^”

It doesn't take a killer to murder

It only takes the reason to kill

We've all got evidence of innocence

Its everything's coincidence

The difference twixt fate and free will

Is the way you're singin' ooooh

Could you take a look at me?

Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?

Week 6 of @project-creatusannus (week 5 here), a tribute to wkm and probably my biggest project. Lyrics are from Will Wood’s “Laplace’s Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)”. Reblogs are very appreciated,, I’m really proud of this!!

These guys crack me up!

My Headcannons for The egos Sexualitys, Gender and Pronouns

Sexuality, Gender and Pronouns of the egos

Septic Ego's

Antisepticeye - He/Him It/its And identifys as a Man

Chase Brody - Heterosexual, He/Him, cisgender

Marvin The Magnificent - Toric, He/Him Xe/xir, Nonbinary

Jackieboy Man - Bi-sexual, He/Him, Man

Dr. Schneeplestein -  heterosexual, He/They, Demiboy

Jameson Jackson - questioning, He/Him, Man

Iplier's

Darkiplier - Aroace, He/Him It/its Void/Voids, Man

Wilford Warfstache - Pansexual, He/They, Man

Yandereplier - Bi-sexual, She/Her, Transgender MTF

The Host - Bi-Sexual And demisexual, They/Them He/Him, Nonbinary

Bim Trimmer - heterosexual, He/Him, cisgender

Eric Derekson - heterosexual, He/Him, cisgender

Yancy - Closet Gay, He/Him, Man

Illinois - Flirty Bitch Pansexual, He/They, Man

King of the Squirrels - heterosexual, He/Him, cisgender

Dr. Iplier - Bi-sexual, He/Him, Demiboy

Bingiplier -  Bi-sexual, he/him, Robot

Googleiplier -  aroace, He/it, Android

Camara Jim 1 - Demisexual Pansexual, He/xer, Man

Reporter Jim 2 - heterosexual, He/Him, cisgender

Actor - questioning, He/it/They, Man

Extra:

Celine: lesbian, She/They, Women

Stacy: Bi but Prefers Women, She/Her, Women

^w^

Southward

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Eight

A JSE Fanfic

This chapter is pretty short (by my standards.) I sat down intending to get to the action, but I realized I couldn’t skip straight to it and there was all this other stuff that had to come first, so I decided to put all that into its own part and included some conversations between characters so it wasn’t just all exposition lol. Here, Chase and Henrik and a bunch of others all travel south, getting ready to rescue Marvin. Will they make it in time? Who knows? All I know is that shit’s going down soon. Enjoy this shorter part before that.

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Even though it was in the name, Chase hadn’t expected the flatlands to be so…flat.

It wasn’t as though he’d never been on flat ground before. The floors of houses were fixed, as were the grounds where farms raised their crops, and even in the mountains there were stretches of level land. But he’d never been in an area that was so consistently flat. It was a bit unusual. He felt out of his element. If he’d known it would be like this, he might not have agreed to join the group sent to rescue Marvin.

Of course, he was honored that Henrik asked him to come. He could tell that everyone else on this mission was much more experienced than he was. Henrik himself was coming, as were Lukas and Tripp, meaning about half the leadership of Wyvernlair was currently not there. A sign of how important this was. But still. Part of him couldn’t help but feel he might be a liability, being so far out of his element.

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Southward

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Eight

A JSE Fanfic

This chapter is pretty short (by my standards.) I sat down intending to get to the action, but I realized I couldn’t skip straight to it and there was all this other stuff that had to come first, so I decided to put all that into its own part and included some conversations between characters so it wasn’t just all exposition lol. Here, Chase and Henrik and a bunch of others all travel south, getting ready to rescue Marvin. Will they make it in time? Who knows? All I know is that shit’s going down soon. Enjoy this shorter part before that.

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Even though it was in the name, Chase hadn’t expected the flatlands to be so…flat.

It wasn’t as though he’d never been on flat ground before. The floors of houses were fixed, as were the grounds where farms raised their crops, and even in the mountains there were stretches of level land. But he’d never been in an area that was so consistently flat. It was a bit unusual. He felt out of his element. If he’d known it would be like this, he might not have agreed to join the group sent to rescue Marvin.

Of course, he was honored that Henrik asked him to come. He could tell that everyone else on this mission was much more experienced than he was. Henrik himself was coming, as were Lukas and Tripp, meaning about half the leadership of Wyvernlair was currently not there. A sign of how important this was. But still. Part of him couldn’t help but feel he might be a liability, being so far out of his element.

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The Calm and the Storm

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Nine

A JSE Fanfic

Finally, we reach the action! Henrik, Chase, and the others are here to rescue Marvin! Will everything go smoothly? Either way, I’m excited to show you guys :D I’ve been planning this for a while now, and it’s nice to finally have another actiony part in this AU. And, yeah, I have nothing else to say. Short author’s note. Hope you guys enjoy ^-^

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Chase woke up to someone shaking him. He rolled over, and looked up to see Henrik. “Hhrm?”

“Ah, sorry to wake you,” Henrik said apologetically. “But we are about to start planning. I thought you would want to join.”

“Oh. Right.” Chase sat up, and looked around. It didn’t really feel like any time had passed since he’d laid down to take a nap. And it didn’t look like it had, either, since the windows to the inn room were thick, blocking out all light when they were drawn. “Of course.”

“Great. We are meeting in the other room. Follow me.”

They were planning in another inn room, which was rather small with about fifteen people crowded into it. By the time Henrik and Chase arrived, all available sitting areas had been taken, including on top of the beds. Chase closed the door behind him as they entered, and awkwardly leaned against the nearby wall.

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Origin Story

A JSE Fanfic

SepticHeroes AU: Part 1

The superhero AU is here! I know “SepticHeroes” probably isn’t the most creative name, but I don’t care, I’m just really excited for this ^w^  Jackie is a superhero known as Windstorm, living in and protecting the city of Daindover. His ultimate goal? To join the League of Heroes, the top organization for superheroes worldwide. Aaaand also to make a good impression on his roommate, Chase. I’ve been sitting on it for months, and I’m FINALLY writing something for it! Whoo! Join me on this super adventure! :D

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Jackie could never get tired of this view.

The cityscape did look better at night, when the lights of the windows and neon signs let off a stunning glow. But even now, in the daytime, there was just something magical about it. Who could have ever thought buildings could be this tall? Maybe he’ll get used to it, eventually. But that day seemed a long way away.

He was pretty sure he was the only one who could see this current view. After all, it wasn’t easy to get up here. Not to mention the obvious dangers of sitting on a tiny ledge by the needle at the top of a skyscraper. But Jackie had an advantage. He never had to worry about heights.

The same could not be said for his radio, though.

A voice came over the speaker: “—hase in progress. Repeat, car chase in progress. Suspects are in two unmarked gray vans, fleeing from an armed robbery at the First Bank of Daindover. Suspected super activity—”

“Oh shit!” Jackie quickly sat up straight, unfolding his legs. In the process, he accidentally kicked the radio, and it went flying into thin air. “No!”

Jackie lunged forward, shoving himself off the small ledge he was sitting on. He fell quickly, quicker than should have been normal, and grabbed the radio. That didn’t change the fact that he was hurtling to the ground, fifty stories below. Instinctively, Jackie flipped over, now falling feet-first. As he did so, the air pushed back at him, and his fall slowed…and stopped. Now he was hovering in midair. The sensation was somewhat similar to treading water, if the water wasn’t quite as heavy. Unusual. For anyone else. But Jackie was familiar with this. After all, he was a superhero.

Weiterlesen

The Calm and the Storm

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Nine

A JSE Fanfic

Finally, we reach the action! Henrik, Chase, and the others are here to rescue Marvin! Will everything go smoothly? Either way, I’m excited to show you guys :D I’ve been planning this for a while now, and it’s nice to finally have another actiony part in this AU. And, yeah, I have nothing else to say. Short author’s note. Hope you guys enjoy ^-^

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Chase woke up to someone shaking him. He rolled over, and looked up to see Henrik. “Hhrm?”

“Ah, sorry to wake you,” Henrik said apologetically. “But we are about to start planning. I thought you would want to join.”

“Oh. Right.” Chase sat up, and looked around. It didn’t really feel like any time had passed since he’d laid down to take a nap. And it didn’t look like it had, either, since the windows to the inn room were thick, blocking out all light when they were drawn. “Of course.”

“Great. We are meeting in the other room. Follow me.”

They were planning in another inn room, which was rather small with about fifteen people crowded into it. By the time Henrik and Chase arrived, all available sitting areas had been taken, including on top of the beds. Chase closed the door behind him as they entered, and awkwardly leaned against the nearby wall.

Weiterlesen

The Calm and the Storm

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Nine

A JSE Fanfic

Finally, we reach the action! Henrik, Chase, and the others are here to rescue Marvin! Will everything go smoothly? Either way, I’m excited to show you guys :D I’ve been planning this for a while now, and it’s nice to finally have another actiony part in this AU. And, yeah, I have nothing else to say. Short author’s note. Hope you guys enjoy ^-^

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Chase woke up to someone shaking him. He rolled over, and looked up to see Henrik. “Hhrm?”

“Ah, sorry to wake you,” Henrik said apologetically. “But we are about to start planning. I thought you would want to join.”

“Oh. Right.” Chase sat up, and looked around. It didn’t really feel like any time had passed since he’d laid down to take a nap. And it didn’t look like it had, either, since the windows to the inn room were thick, blocking out all light when they were drawn. “Of course.”

“Great. We are meeting in the other room. Follow me.”

They were planning in another inn room, which was rather small with about fifteen people crowded into it. By the time Henrik and Chase arrived, all available sitting areas had been taken, including on top of the beds. Chase closed the door behind him as they entered, and awkwardly leaned against the nearby wall.

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Times Up

Description: Happy 4th year anniversary to KJSE :)

(TW: for blood, existential dread, character death, a knife, possession, ticking of a clock)

Tick. Tock.

The doctors eyes blinked in synchronization with the clock on the wall, it was the only way to keep calm. To think straight. The man before him paced and hurried around, up and down. Up and down. It would be on this date, wouldn’t it? The moment his own internal clock decided to finally stop.

Tick  And tock.

“His body doesn’t belong to you.” Schneep said quietly, but it was enough. Black soulless eyes met his own, the mustache quivered, lips forming a terrible smile. The voice that came out, forced, hoarse, unnatural, grated into the doctor’s ears, “Oh. I know. Poor poor puppet. Did you know how hard he fought me doctor. For a man who’s mute this one bites~. His body might not be mine. But he’ll do. Of course, none of this would have happened if it wasn’t for you~.”

A pause. As the hands on the clock moved closer to his inevitable doom. His knuckles were white as he gritted his teeth, "You know as vell as I do, glitch. That ….what happened to Jack was your fault. Not mine. Yours.” A snarl as he felt the air whizz beside him, an inhuman claw nearly missing his face by inches as Anti only chuckled, calming down. The eyes turned what would be a normal shade of blue. But Schneep knew better, it hardly showed what little was left of the man he had gotten involved. Now that…..was his fault.

Tick. Tock.

Like Jack before him, Jameson had no idea what he was dealing with when he got here. Neither did Schneep, for that matter, perhaps…..No. Marvin hardly knew either. He heard the tsking sound from the monsters mouth, mixing with the sound of the clock It ticked ever longer. He no longer felt warm, it took a moment to realize the knife was in his heart. Blood blossomed as it beat slower and slower, quickly and quietly failing him, as the man chuckled above him, “What does matter doc, is that you’ve been a thorn in my side for far too l҉̙̙̬͎̥o̡̠͓̦͎ng. And right now? Your times up.”

He felt like he was floating, an odd sense of peace coming over him as he drew breath after breath, a star lighting up in his mind as he begged for the man in the bed in the other room not to hate him. To wake up. To remember he was good. He was good. And with that final thought, the doctors heart finally stopped. The man above him sighed, shaking his head once, and walking out the door, as the clock struck 12, and time marched on.

Tick. Tock.

(A/N: So, originally I wrote this when my power was out on July 22nd, during which I decided when my power returned on the 24th, I would make this an anniversary writing, since KJSE’s 4th anniversary was coming soon, and I felt like it was at least appropriate to wait a while after FIFTEEN MONTHS given the context of the matter and the state of the fandom concerning the egos. In any case, I’m writing all this on the 24th, so who knows, something might’ve happened involving the egos, and if this in anyway is a jinx in that case, I’m sorry???? Oops??? Anyway, you know the drill, if you want to be added to the tag list, give me a shout via ask, DM or comment below and I’ll be sure to add ya :P)

Tag List: @caithesavage777 @vwoop-prince @pyranoia @antis-gauge @randowaffle @miishae @segernatural @heely-brooklyn3 @darcywillfindyou @therealtiger77 @a-bnana @roesavalonsigma

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

Radio Silence

Description: Amazed and overwhelmed by the new technologies that the other egos have introduced, JJ is happy to find some peace and solace in listening to the radio, and his new friend :)

(TW: No triggers this time, at least I think)

The sequence of beeps startled JJ out of his stupor of listening to a rather nice station, he blinked, a smile lighting on his face as he noted the frequency had changed, another sequence of beeps came through, and he hastily translated, writing it down via paper, and prepared his reply.

……-.. .-.. — / .— .- – . … — -. –..– / …. — .– / .- .-. . / -.– — ..- / - — -.. .- -.– ..–.. (Hello Jameson, how are you today?) The man blinked at the rather odd politeness, his newly discovered friend, who had called themselves ‘Ti’ in their first correspondence, always had something quirky to say as a greeting, but he assumed it was because they had a stressful day, he assumed their job was very hard, given that the messages he received were few and far-between.

.-. .- - ……-. / .– . .-.. .-.. –..– / – -.– / –. — — -.. / ..-. .-. .. . -. -.. –..– / .. … / … — – . - …. .. -. –. / - …. . / – .- - - . .-. ..–.. (Rather well, my good friend, is something the matter?) He tapped his foot impatiently, awaiting the answer he heard a knock on the door, “JJ buddy, we’re gonna have dinner in a few minutes, you have anything in mind? Cuz Jackie was just gonna make pasta again-” Chase’s voice called through the door, he walked up and opened the door, smiling at the tired looking ego, ‘Pasta sounds wonderful, my good sir!’ he motioned, a wonder, this Sign Language was, he marveled at its brilliance, but it was nice every now and again to sit down and be near what he could of the old times, “Alright bud, see ya downstairs in a bit.” Chase nodded, running down the hall, and once he was gone he could again hear the sequence, turning back towards the radio he once again translated the message.

-. — - …. .. -. –. –..– / .— ..- … - / .-. .- - ……-. / -… — .-. . -.. .-.-.- / .. .—-. …- . / -… . . -. / - …. .. -. -.- .. -. –. –..– / – .- -.– -… . / .– . / … …. — ..- .-.. -.. / – . . - .-.-.- (Nothing, just rather bored. I’ve been thinking, maybe we should meet.) His eyes widened, he had suggested meeting to Ti before, but the mysterious messenger was always insistent that they weren’t fun to hang out with, a thought he found preposterous, from what he had gathered, Ti was a wonderful individual, a fan of all the novels he had read, a rather clever wit if they could learn morse code, he would scoff at the thought if he could in fact, well, scoff. .. / .– — ..- .-.. -.. / -… . / -.…-.. .. –. …. - . -.. / - — / ..-. .. -. .- .-.. .-.. -.– / – . . - / ..-. .- -.-. . / - — / ..-. .- -.-. . –..– / .– …. .- - / - .. – . ..–.. (I would be delighted to finally meet face to face, what time?) He had always assumed Ti lived in the area, given they had talked about the same place for quite a long time, it had to be the case

.–…-. …. .- .–. … / - — – — .-. .-. — .– / – — .-. -. .. -. –. ..–.. / .. / …. .- …- . / - …. . / -.. .- -.– / ..-. .-… (Perhaps tomorrow morning? I have the day free) He grinned at that, it just so happened he had that day free as well, as Marvin wouldn’t have his next show until the afternoon, Schneep was busy doing shifts at the hospital, Chase had visitation with his children and Jackie would be out and about buying groceries, - …. .- - .—-. … / .–…-. ..-. . -.-. - –..– / .- -.-. - ..- .- .-.. .-.. -.– –..– / .– ……-. . / . -..- .- -.-. - .-.. -.– ..–.. (That’s perfect, actually, where exactly?) A static sound came from the frequency, loud and so intrusive it made JJ jump, followed by a cut-off bit of beeps -….- — -. .—-. - / –. — .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- - .-. .- .–. another sequence followed rather speedily after that one .- …. –..– / – -.– / …. .- -. -.. / … .-.. .. .–. .–. . -.. / — -. / - …. .- - / — -. . –..– / -.. — -. .—-. - / - .-. .- -. … .-.. .- - . –..– / .. - … / .- / – . … … .-.-.- (ah, my hand slipped on that one, don’t translate, its a mess.) JJ who had just written down the sequence, quickly erased it, .–…-. …. .- .–. … / — ..- - … .. -.. . / - …. .- - / -.-. .- ..-. . / .– . / -… — - …. / .-.. .. -.- . ..–.. / .. .—-. …- . / -… . . -. / -.. -.– .. -. –. / ..-. — .-. / … — – . / -.-. — ..-. ..-… –..– / .-.. .- - . .-.. -.– .-.-.- (Perhaps outside that cafe we both like? I’ve been dying for some coffee, lately.) His stomach gurgled at the thought of a good cup of coffee as he remembered dinner was almost ready, he found he was slouching at the nice white noise in the background as he put his reply, … — ..- -. -.. … / .– — -. -.…-. ..-. ..- .-.. –..– / .. .—-. – / .- ..-. .-. .- .. -.. / .. / …. .- …- . / - — / –. . - / –. — .. -. –. / - …. — ..- –. …. –..– / -.. .. -. -…-. / .. … / .- .-.. – — … - / .-…- -.. -.– .-.-.- (Sounds wonderful, I’m afraid I have to get going though, dinner is almost ready.) He typed a quick farewell, leaving the radio on by total accident as another sequence of beeps followed, … . . / -.– — ..- / … — — -. –..– / .— .— / —… -.–.- 

The next day, after Marvin’s show…

Marvin walked into JJ’s room, concerned as to why he never showed up for his magic, the man had always enjoyed seeing the tricks he had pulled, as the radio played a song, it let out a static burst yet again, and the sequence itself was unmistakable.

… — …

… — …

.̙.͎.̩ ̙-̢-͜-͙ ̜.͓.̱.͕

(A/N: Oh no what happened to poor JJ?~ ;) Nah but seriously idk where this idea came from but take I guess? And again, if you would like to be removed or added to the tag list please let me know!)

Tag List: @anti-sharky @fairyofsomething @darcywillfindyou @char-arts-occasionally @miss-covert @pumpkin-demon @wyverwithy @ninjasinsocks@pyranoia @cai-the-savage777 @lonelyseiren @randowaffle

Do You Like Sound?

‘Do you like Sound’ the mustached man asks one day

The sound of rain, pittering and pattering at the window all day

The sound of bells at Christmas time!

The sound of children singing nursery rhymes

‘Do you like sound’ you ask back

He nods and tells you its okay

He likes the sound of his brothers talking

A funny sound in a video game leaves him silently chortling

But there’s always a sound he doesn’t like

A glitch

A giggle in his ear

All the signs that h͎̉e̫͝ ̳́i̳͝s̆ͅ ̳͋n̞͗ȇ͙ạ̎r̮͠

Shadows rustling in the trees

A brothers screams heard in threes

Then there’s the static

such a deafening sound

It drills

It screams and buzzes around

It follows him to the hospital room

The heart monitor sound can be full of doom and gloom

But the man who can’t make a sound doesn’t weep

For when he wakes up….Will he ever want to fal͉l̳ ͍b͎ack asleep?

‘Do you like sound?’

The whispers say

‘Would you trade it for your lips to pray?’

‘to speak a word yet not hear a sound?’

‘How does a dê̮â̳l͖̈́ ̬͊l̯͒i̮͑k͊͜e̲̽ ̞̐t̡̿h̩̀a͈̒ṯ͌ ͒ͅs̭̚ȯ̧u̯̽ǹ̤d͕͝?̪̓’

He doesn’t know anymore. 

He can’t hear

But I guess he can let a scream out in feä̠́ṟ̓

As the grin the glitch wears stretches ear to ear

(A/N: Um…idk what this was….was just hit with random inspiration I guess? Something a bit more different then I’m usually used to yeah, enjoy JJ appreciation week I guess~)

Tag list: @lonelyseiren @pyranoia @wyverwithy @anti–anon @char-arts-occasionally @ninjasinsocks @cai-the-savage777 @confuseddistractedmary @fairyofsomething @darcywillfindyou

Stringed Up

(TW: Needles, blood, Anti being Anti, electric shocks, and some good ol’ puppetry~)

“I’ve got no stri̡͉̘͓̬̖n̖͚͓͓̲̻g̨̧̬͕͕͖s̫̝̺̰͖͉ ̧̥̯̗͎̳ to hold me down~” The humming came from somewhere on Jameson’s right, a needle poked through his right arm, as his master slid a red string into the mutes arms, he winced, blood poked out from in-between his new strings, “Do you know why I like you JJ?~” Anti tapped the back of his skull, grinning, “You can’t scream. I do enjoy the wails every so often, but god, your eyes are so expressive its almost like your still scr̴̅͝e̵̾̓a̴̓̽m̴̿̚ing.” He inched his finger down JJ’s forehead and hovered over his right eye which was crying, his lips trembled, the fedora had been removed in this operation, he felt yet another needle poke into his neck, his masters breath cold and smelling of iron, “Now….Hold still.” His mouth opened in a silent scream as a wire was forced in, glistening with his blood he watched in horror as Anti plugged it into a socket.

Shocks convulsed throughout him as his new strings were pulled by Anti’s hands, slick with his own blood, feeling faint he was pulled to his feet, his hair standing on end, “Now….you should know why I gave you these strings, I want to see you dance.” He looked sick for a moment, wanting so badly to move his bruised fingers, but he found he could not move his limbs at all, unless his master pulled one to his whim. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me. I said…..d̵̪̠̐̂ä̸̳̳́̒ǹ̵͖͕̅c̷̱͎̅͠ȩ̸͈̋̚.” Yet another shock went through Jameson’s body as his arm was lifted in a makeshift pose, bowing before his master who’s grin was wide and made JJ’s stomach churn, he felt his feet start to move uselessly beneath him, as Anti hummed more of the song.

“I’ve got no strings to hold me down

To make me fret

To make me frown

I had strings…..” He pulled Jameson into his arms, tangling the strings around his puppets neck, watching the mute choke silently, eyes begging for release, “Good Puppet~” He let him go, watching him fall to the ground, breathing heavily, he walked forward, kicking him onto his back and causing yet another shock to go through the mute, his vision going black for a moment as he heard his master hiss the last lyric in his ear as he grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up to pet his hair. “But now I’m free….There are no strings o̸͇̭͊͝n̵̥͕̋̚ ̵̨̬͒̊m̴̡͙̾͠e̶̻̮͌͋~”

(A/N: Oh boyyyyyyy this ones been comin’ for a while, actually, I had like a vision on what I wanted to do, but not how to go about it, thanks to some….lets say inspiration, I finally got it done, its a bit short but ya know…..)

Tag list: @anti–anon @wyverwithy @darcywillfindyou @pumpkin-demon (again if you wanna be added or removed let me know)

Can you do a part 2 to the Henrik and Jameson neglect story? Maybe with him finding the guy who threatened him or telling one of his brothers whats going on?

(You know what? I don’t write the Septics od watch Jack anymore but fuck it, I’m feelin’ funky tonight and may as well give the boys another try. Plus, I just re-read it and the story made me sad, so let’s fix that.)

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three weeks.

It’s been... three weeks.

Not a word spoken to JJ, not a glance thrown his way.

Schneep had received more photos. Pictures taken through windows. Whoever this stalker is, they must be taking tips from Anti. It seems like they’re always watching.

“What did I do?” JJ signs, day after day.

Schneep doesn’t reply.

“What did I do?” JJ says with his slides.

Schneep pretends he doesn’t see it.

Marvin has taken over any and all of JJ’s medical care. Schneep didn’t ask him to. After that first incident... Marvin took it into his own hands.

... Schneep’s never felt so low in his life.

And the pictures are gleeful. Shots of him crying in his room (he’s since left the curtains shut at all times), shots of him ignoring a bleeding and sometimes sobbing JJ, shots of him just... just...

...

Jackie knocks on his door.

“Henrik?”

Schneep quickly wipes his eyes. If Jackie is using his first name, that means a very serious talk is about to take place. He needs to pretend as best he can.

“Yes?”

Jackie enters the room.

“Henrik, what the hell is going on with you and JJ?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You’ve been ignoring him for weeks. You’re acting like he doesn’t fuckin’ exist.”

Schneep shrugs.

“Don’t srug it off, what’s wrong with you?! He’s a wreck! He thinks he did something wrong, and he’s blaming himself!”

Schneep feels tears spring into his eyes. “I have nothing to say.”

Jackie is incredulous. “Nothing to say? Fucking nothing to say?! What’s going on with you?!”

“I need to get back to work.”

“No, you need to-”

“I! Need! To! Work!”

Jackie stares.

“... Is it Anti?” he asks quietly.

Schneep scoffs. “I am not doing the glitching, am I?”

Jackie doesn’t look convinced. “Something’s not right with you.”

“Yes, it is you interrupting me. Shoo! Shoo!”

Schneep stands up, pushing, pushing!, Jackie out of the room.

He slams the door shut.

Jackie takes a moment to process what just happened.

... Because what the fuck just happened?

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JJ cradles his photo album as he sits on his bed.

What happened? He and Schneep were close. Why did it all just... vanish?

He wipes his eyes, and shakes his head. He needs fresh air. Maybe that will help. Right? Maybe a nice breath of fresh air will give him some clarity, some clue as to what he did wrong...

He goes over to his window, opens it wide as possible, and leans out.

The bushes below rustle frantically.

“Jumping junipers!”

JJ startles away from the window, and then looks out again.

The bushes are still.

... Perhaps it was some kind of wild animal?

He leans out further, trying to get a better look-

...

Is that...

His eyes widen.

He rushes out of his room, bumping into an angry and perplexed Jackie. 

“I think there was someone watching me from the bushes!”

“Was it Anti?” Jackie immediately jumps to.

“I don’t think so! But I think their clothes ripped, I swear I’ve seen a piece of fabric in the bushes just after receiving a terrible fright!”

“Show me!”

JJ leads Jackie outside, and points out the bush.

Jackie crawls under, and...

Yes, there it is. A bit of bright-red fabric. Sock material, it looks like.

He scowls. “JJ, you’re sleeping in Marvin’s room tonight.”

JJ nods, and quickly head back into the house, no longer feeling safe.

Jackie gets out from under the bush.

He hates when he has to do lookouts over their house. It’s been months, no sign of Anti, and he’d started to hope those days of fear and vigilance could truly be put behind him.

Apparently not.

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Jackie crouches at the top of a tree, eyes on the house. 

He’s been like this for hours. He’ll be like this for hours more. It’s well into the night, and though his eyes ache, he’s trained himself to be able to keep watch for a full twenty-four hours if need be.

Every little shape, every shadow, ever sound, it’s all potential danger to his family. It keeps the blood pumping, keeps his heart racing. 

And then he sees it.

It’s dark out, so it’s little more than a shadow. But it’s not an animal, he can tell that much. Animals don’t wear baseball caps.

He quietly slips through the trees, getting closer.

The shadow moves quickly. Practiced. Jackie’s blood runs cold, and his temper flares.

How long has this person been stalking them? And why?

He keeps following, ready to drop-

... They’re... going right past JJ’s room, now.

He thought they’d take more pictures than that. That was, what, two? They’d set up a dummy JJ in there, it looks like JJ is asleep in his bed, so why...

...

They’ve got an envelope...

...

Schneep’s room?

He watches them take out some kind of flat... something, and slowly, carefully, wedge Schneep’s window open just enough that they can slip the envelope through.

Jackie’s heart drops.

He climbs out of the tree, and grabs the person by the back of their shirt, yanking them away from the window as harshly as he can.

They yelp.

Schneep’s light comes on.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Jackie barks.

Schneep opens his window, and his eyes go wide.

“Answer me!” Jackie demands.

Marvin’s light goes on as well, and JJ’s head pops out of the window. His hands fly up to his mouth, and he rushes to Schneep’s room. Marvin and Chase follwo right behind.

“Let go of me!” the person says. “I’m fucking armed!”

“With what? This?” Marvin holds up a gun. 

The person’s face falls with fear.

“Thought so.”

“Chase, what’s in the envelope?” Jackie says, not taking his eyes off of the stalker.

Chase rips it open, and his eyes widen in horror. JJ takes a step back. Schneep is near tears.

Photos. Photos of Schneep sobbing, of JJ sobbing, JJ begging Schneep to speak to him...

“Is this why?” JJ signs, hands trembling.

Jackie is livid. “Why?” he growls.

The person looks at him, and realizes there’s no way out of this.

“Your hack of a brother killed mine,” the person says, spitting as they speak. “My brother trusted this idiot to save his life, and he died! So-”

“So if you couldn’t talk to your brother, Schneep couldn’t talk to his?” Chase  interrupts, digging through Schneep’s desk. He waves a little piece of paper, angry words scribbled in it’s lines. “Good evidence collecting, bro.”

“What kind of sick, twisted logic is that?” Marvin says, snarling. 

“It’s justice!” the person snaps.

“No, it isn’t,” Jackie says coldly. “But you’re sure as fuck going to find that out soon.”

“What does that-”

“Marv, knock him out.”

Blue and green magic shoots into the person’s skull, and they’re out like a light.

“You-” Jackie says, pointing at Schneep, “-should have fuckin’ told us what was going on.”

“I could not risk,” Schneep says, wiping his eyes. “Not JJ. He is out so often, and I could not warn him what to watch out for without knowing who this was...”

JJ cuts Schneep off by wrapping him in a hug.

“You thought you were protecting me, and I can hold no ill will against you for that. I’m just glad to know it wasn’t animosity, or something I-”

“You are my brother,” Schneep says, hugging JJ back tightly, “I would never wish to hurt you or let you be hurt! I am sorry, for all of these last weeks.”

“I accept.”

 The hug lasts a long time. 

They’re both just glad to have each other back.

The T.H.I.N.K principle, huh? Wonder what that’s about- 

Gosh, doesn’t that ring a bell?

Doesn’t that sound- familiar? Something about

killing

your

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Ooo awsome

stills from a 3d animation i made in blender.

the full animation:

reblogs very appreciated! <3

Many thanks to @0-chaotic-potato-0 for this clip, But here’s your definitive answer for the egos

So shut up about them being finished please- /lh /s /j

(no but seriously this is why i was upset that people were saying it was all finished without actually letting Jack say his piece.)

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.

Puppet loosely strung

"Panting, Anti looked at his puppet with blood on his eyes. Jameson stared at him with a blank expression, which made the glitch swallow hard [...]"

Word counting: 530

A/N: happy halloween!!! have some dapperanti 💀

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— JAMESON, WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS HAPPENING?

Panting, Anti looked at his puppet with blood on his eyes. Jameson stared at him with a blank expression, which made the glitch swallow hard; he hated to admit, but that was more terrifying than any face he could make.

[Let me put myself in your shoes,] he showed his arm, the strings barely holding it, [as a puppet loosely strung. Around you they were so confused, that a faulty man could have so much fun.]

He walked behind Anti, his hand following the wooden chair print. He stopped in front of him again.

[They read your smiles,] he lifted his chin, [nothing but teeth], he dropped him, raising an eyebrow, [they looked at you with pity first, and then disbelief.]

— What the fuck are you talking about?...

[Let me put myself in your shoes, as a puppet loosely strung. They may think they'd never choose to be the man that you've become.]

He turned one of the lights with a controller, showing Jackie held by a collar and giant handcuffs on his wrists. Anti gasped.

[Did you feel the weight of other's views, or was their ignorance a source of fun?] He looked down, widening his eyes; a single sweat ran down the side of his face, [I hated the whispers on the street…]

— Whispers?

[Why, yes! Do you think it's easy to live with hallucinations?] Jameson answered so innocently, like if he wasn't talking about something serious.

Or kidnapping his own puppeteer.

[In the past, you would have been seen as a family's disgrace, now they think you're putting on a brave face,] he smiled softly, ruffling Anti's hair, [They might fear that one day they'll wear your shoes… but you're the one who's laughing, you had nothing to lose.]

He grinned, turning all the lights. All of the septics were in cages, looking like wild animals that had just been captured. Anti tried to scream, but his voice didn't come.

[They were trying to separate us, my darling,] he crouched in front of the glitch with a disturbing wide smile, placing both hands on his face, [they just couldn't see… That it was me needing you, not you needing me], he got up again, his obsessive expression turning into a cynical one, [they just couldn't see… That a puppet loosely strung is not what I wanna be].

He pressed the controller again, turning off all the lights and only keeping the one illuminating them. His red glowing strings appeared again.

[I'm tied to so many things I don't need to do,] scissors appeared on his hand, and he cut the one on his right arm, [I'll loosen myself to feel more like you.]

That being said, the scissors gave space to a needle, and he crouched on Anti's side, grinning at him. The glitch lost all the blood on his face.

— Ja-Jamie… what are you doing?...

[They just couldn't see, that it was me needing you, not you needing me,] he chuckled, licking the string to put on the needle, [they just couldn't see, that a puppet loosely strung is not what I wanna be.]

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tfw you created the perfect puppet but turns out he's crazier than you and is now obsessed with you

hope this makes sense <3 and yes jj will sew his strings onto anti one by one if he needs it

tagging @glass-trash-bab @theprinceofflies @intothebutterflyburrow (uh grey feel free to rb in any blog you want actually lfjsjdj) and last @florenceisfalling because they were the one who showed me this music 😭

Some more DarkPuppet, my beloveds

I absolutely adore Jameson Jackson 🥰.

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✨

It's him, the dapper man~

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

Erseptyl AU

Prologue Part2

So this is part 2/3 to the prologue of my fantasy au? I so apologize if this one doesn’t live up to the first. This one got a little too ambitious for me…. but I am still learning how to word ^^’ And dialogue.. i gotta learn to do that too. I’ll learn tho. I hope…. Criticism is appreciated ^^’

Part one - https://epicseptic.tumblr.com/post/660766644770062336/erseptyl-au

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“Ugh, this is so BORING!” Marvin groaned. He slumped in his place on the throne, leaning his elbow on the armrest with his head in his hand.

“Your Highness, please refrain from such inappropriate outbursts….” Anti was highly unamused by the misbehavior and the disapproving look on his face said it all. He stood to the left of the throne with a book as big as an encyclopedia in his arms and a quill in his hand. As Marvin’s royal advisor, he stood beside him throughout most of the day charting records and ultimately helping the prince make decisions on social and economical issues in the kingdom. He was typically very calm and passionate about his work, always wanting to get straight to the point and sometimes getting carried away. 

At least, that’s how Marvin saw it.

Weiterlesen

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.

Weiterlesen

dad JJ, you don't look so good, are you fe-oh boy..

*cue JJ getting a stomach bug*

Henrik: Anti get the bucket

Anti: Got it -Gives JJ the bucket-

JJ: -Throws up-

Henrik: Let's go JJ, lets get you into bed buddy

My new au!

'welcone to our hotel'

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