Got Obsessed With What The Egos Look Like And Wear And Wrote This Instead Of My Paper. Cest La Vie!

Got obsessed with what the egos look like and wear and wrote this instead of my paper. C’est la vie!

Jackie’s hoodie is the heaviest one you’ve ever held and he always has the hood up, pushing his hair down against his bright blue mask, a warm, familiar weight across his shadowed blue eyes. He smiles easily and runs his hands over the soft beard about his friendly mouth. Combat boots, too many pockets, belts, a holster on his thigh. A bracelet given to him by someone he loved. Fighting has not made him unkind and his hands are softened by red gloves. His room is full of blankets and his hoodie sleeves have holes for his thumbs to stick through. He’s been his own for a long time and he resembles Jack less than the others do, but they share the same kind of warmth in the lines of their faces.

JJ is small and wild and he wears white and black unless he’s stealing his brother’s clothes, which he often does. He’s trim, neat, fashionable in a self-conscious sort of way. His eyes are very bright and a little silver, like something starry got stuck in the middle of his creation. He is well-loved, but still there was some darkness on the day of his birth, and it lingers in his clever, flashing, cautious eyes and his carefully, carefully, carefully cared-for clothes. He wears hats and needs glasses because one eye is worse than the other. His movements are all fluid and graceful and his hands never hold still. Sometimes steals Chase’s gauges and thinks about getting more tattoos. Often forgets to wear shoes.

Henrik – just a little lost, just a little traumatized – changes with the day. He’s trying to get a new job now that he’s back from a blood-red vacation, so he pulls together old fuzzy sweaters and turtlenecks and long coats, but most days he is an over-sized t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He has running shoes and he likes to stand in the rain. He never puts in contacts and he still wears his old wedding ring, though he couldn’t tell you why if you asked him. He smells like coffee and iodine, and he rubs his beard when he’s thinking, and he says loving things in a rough voice. He is littered in scars. Exhausted. He’s cut his hair short at the sides and he can’t always look himself in the eyes, but he’s still the good doctor.

Chase is a backwards hat and an arm wrapped in bracelets, dyed hair now faded to brown. Blink and you’ll miss his wide and perfect smile. His eyes are very blue. Girls leave numbers on his coffee cups but he’s still trying to put his broken heart back together. His black jeans are ripped and he always looks good. With his children in his arms, he is a creature of light and joy, his face shining and his mouth professing a love deeper than the stomach of the ocean. He is logos and Instagram pictures and he’s a good actor, too, because these days he can mimic Jack better than Anti ever has. A necessary deception, he tries to convince himself, but at the end of the day he’s still staring at a slow sort of suicide that sits at the bottom of a fifth of whiskey. He sets his glass down and goes to find someone to help him, wearing all black.

Marvin is a ferocity. White fingers glittering with rings, the flowing of a cape about his shoulders, tuxedos and jewelry and neatly-braided hair. A proud tilt to his handsome head, a sly sort of smile on his mouth, a wild gleam in his fine blue eyes. He holds magic in his shaking hands and coughs blood into the porcelain sink when he overexerts. He likes to show off but he never puts anyone else down for his own benefit, and at the end of the day he lets his hair out and switches into pajamas and sits next to whoever needs him most that night. He’s funny and his mouth is foul. He’s beautiful and kind and powerful, given a few chances to mess the trick up before he gets it right.

Jack wears a hospital gown.

For now.

He’ll wake up one day. Or someone will. Someone will sit up in that hospital bed, and someone will cough and shake and eventually recover, and someone will smile wide at the others around him, crying and laughing and thanking God that he’s finally woken up. It will be a good day, a happy day, even, but the next day –

Well, the next day –

Anti wears flesh.

I guess we have to wait and see who he wears next time.

Thanks!!

1) I absolutely love writing but I’ve never finished a single thing I’ve started writing. It’s still fun though, and I like just doing it because it makes me happy!

2) I’m currently trying to teach myself how to dance. I’m not good at it, but it’s fun anyway!

3) I really want a dog!!!

4) I don’t think I could survive without music. I always have at least one song stuck in my head.

5) I tend to change interests pretty often, but one thing has been a constant since I found it, and that is Markiplier’s channel. (Also Unus Annus is the best thing ever)

I guess I’ll tag @blackbird12307 and @give-spinel-a-hug if you guys are interested!

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1. I’m currently watching Hannibal (still in season one) and holy shit this might be my soulmate show?? How did I not know this was so amazing?

2. I just cleaned the fuck out of my apartment and I’m exhausted. I mean, I’m so glad I did it and I have a clean apartment but omg. Tired.

3. Writing fanfiction is probably one of my favorite things to do. I don’t sit down and make room for me to do it often enough, but writing fanfic truly makes me feel like I belong.

4. Tonight at sundown the Jewish new year starts!! It’s called Rosh Hashana! So this fact is that I’m Jewish.

5. I’m also poly and queer as all fuck. I’ve got two lovely partners 😊

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My JSE Ego Timeline.

@bupine​ did a Percy-Jackson-titled version of her Ego timeline/Arcs so I thought I’d do one. Also, @badlypostedeverything​ and @florenceisfalling​ did their own versions, so be sure to check those out!!!

Artwork by @aradchnid

Face of contusions

Jackie pulled his grappling gun from his belt, aiming it at a faraway building. He jumped off the ledge of the building he was standing on, pulling the trigger on his gun. A rope shot out, hooking onto the metal fire escape. He swung over the streets below, landing on the steps of one of the escape landings, going up a few flights. He stopped at a particular window, the curtains pulled tightly over the pane. He slid it open, quietly slipping into the apartment. He started walking around the apartment, digging through cupboards, looking for a first aid kit.

The hero felt something cold touch the back of his head, along with a click.

“Stand up slowly,” said a voice behind him, “hands up, don’t try anything.”

Jackie obeyed, raising his hands above his head, standing up. The object, presumably a gun, was removed from the back of his head.

“Turn around.”

He did, slowly, not wanting to make the other believe he would attack. He wasn’t surprised to see that there was, in fact, a gun in the person’s hands, nor was he surprised that the gun was still pointed at him.

“Who are you? Why are you here? How did you even get in??” the man asked quickly, not lowering the gun at all. If anything, he raised it more.

Jackie opened his mouth to speak, his hand flying to cover his mouth as he coughed wildly, nearly falling to the floor.

“Look, I can explain this all… But please,” he started coughing again, “Please, let me have a first aid kit, I’m hurt. Badly.”

The man reluctantly lowered his gun, slipping it into his holster with a sigh. He motioned for the hero to follow him, walking down a hallway. Jackie slowly followed him, having to steady himself on the wall, careful to not get any blood on it. He finally caught up to the other, who was standing in front of a door, waiting for the hero.

“There’s a kit in the cabinet, hurry up. I want answers.” he said sternly, opening the door and stepping to the side. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, eyeing the red clad man.

Jackie nodded in response, stumbling into the room. He closed the door behind himself, walking to the sink and opening the medicine cabinet. He digs through the cabinet, pushing past medicines to get to the kit. He hopped up onto the bathroom counter, pulling out the kit and shutting the cabinet. He pops open the kit, placing it down next to himself.

- - - -

Jackie walked out of the bathroom, his suit hood pulled down, but his mask remained on his face.

“Okay, look, Chase-” he started.

“How do you know my name!?” The other- Chase- interrupted, taking out his gun again, scared.

‘Shit…’

The hero sighed and reached up to his face, pulling off his mask, his bright green hair returning back to its natural brown. He looked at Chase worriedly, hoping that he would recognize him.

Chase gasped, his eyes going wide as he dropped the gun. He took a few steps forward, gently grabbing Jackie’s arm.

“J-Jackie?” he stuttered out, shocked, “I…. Y-You… You’re a superhero!? Why didn’t you tell me!?”

“Chase–” he was interrupted again.

“No! Jackie you should’ve told me! You shouldn’t be out there doing what you think is best! You can’t just… You can’t risk your life like this! I was so fucking worried after you disappeared, I didn’t know where you went- Hell, I didn’t even know if you were alive!!” he shouted, his voice beginning to break. Tears welled up in Chase’s eyes, but he didn’t care. He grabbed Jackie’s other arm, shaking him slightly.

“Jackie, you left. You left all of us without e-even saying anything! You didn’t even tell me goodbye! I thought you hated me- h-hated us…”

Tears started to fall from Chase’s eyes, his sobs echoing through the corridor. Jackie slowly wraps his arms around the father, trying to console him.

“Chase… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to do that… I just… I didn’t want to bother you… You were always so busy with Stacy and Sammy… I didn’t think you even cared.”

“Well I did.. Still do… I always wil–”  Chase gets interrupted as he yelped, the hero lifting the father off the ground.

“J-JACKIE..! PUT ME DOWN!!” he shouted, struggling, trying to get out of the other’s arms. Jackie just hummed, starting to walk back to the living room. He ignored his wounds, caring more about comforting his friend than making sure he was okay. He plopped down on the couch with Chase, lying the smaller man on top of him. He slowly ran a hand through the other’s hair, holding him close.

“Its late, and you need to sleep. So, I’m going to hold you captive to make you sleep, and you cannot stop me.”

Chase just huffed, but didn’t complain; Jackie was warm, and he missed his best friend. They soon both fell asleep, just like that, not having much a care in the world.

Among Us comics!! Some are based on moments i had while playing ;)