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Ego/Ink/Gore-tober, Day Two: Experiment. Henrik, you know it’s a bad idea to drown yourself in alcohol, you can’t always get out.
Poems. Everybody fades.
Reality is bathed in the light of those who had the
confidence to stand,
And even If he lived in darkness,
Its because He never wanted to ever try again.
His form blurred at the edges, and with each breath,
he slowly drowned in the vastness of the void that was created just for them,
All crowded,
And he laughed.
He was lost and never found
And he was fine till he looked down
It was the lost hurt face of the magician's heart
In two.
The ego could not accept the news.
He could not allow Henrik to die, not now.
"Marvin, If you miss me, let me go,
You can trap me but my form will eventually go cold.
I know you love me, You're family,
But you must understand.
I'm sorry, "
Blending blues and Greens and red.
The void nowadays is now more of a black,
And there's no longer a need to pretend.
Stitched together a hopeless tale
And all that's left,
Is a single septiceye
A dimming light, growing faint.
But now the past is in the past.
And the months turn into years.
The void is now an empty slate.
And no one remembers them,
They remember T͞h̡e ̢͝f̀e҉͞a̵ŕ̵.
Here’s Some Fluff for Christmas
(In which after the Kill Jaksepticeye video, Henrik returns home to the other egos different.)
It starts with Mavin timidly asking for Henrik to make him breakfast.
Mavin slowly peeks through the crack in the door before stepping through himself. The small magician throws open the door to the doctor's battered heart and begins to patch Henrik up. It's funny, the doctor thinks, he was the doctor and even he knew he was long past repair.
But Marvin refused to give up,
Chase was the only other ego who knew how to make good food, and he was still recovering. Or, at least that what he thought.
Marvins voice is quiet, not scared but unable to force his anxiety down. Henrik doesn't respond, he can't. He can't do this, not yet.
Its starts with Jackaboys hand on his shoulder as Henrik lies down.
Jackaboys voice is firm, "You need to eat, please, you're a doctor. You know this isn't healthy" The void in Henrik's chest lessens its hold on his heart as Jackaboy refuses to let go. The doctor sits up and breathes. Jackaboy kneels down to Henrik's level and waits for him to calm down. He rubs circles on Hendriks back as he motions for Chase to get out. Henrik isn't ready to face him yet.
It starts with Chase bringing him a plate of waffles.
Chases movements are careful, as he tries to be as non-threatening as possible. Thankfully Schneep doesn't put up a fight as he eats as slowly as possible. The silence is deafening, and Chase is almost afraid Henrik will never speak to him again when the Doctor finally looks up.
His eyes.
His eyes have a sharp edge to them like newly shattered glass, Darkly tinted glass that can no longer reflect the light of all the good in the doc. It's heartbreaking. But then something changes, The sharp glass that had been put up as a defense wavered, then begin to melt, dripping down in the form of tears as Henriks' eyes blurred, and he fell apart...
And Chase was there to catch him.
So was Jackaboy,
So was Marvin.
But would it be enough?
His heart heals when Marvins face lights up in the morning,
It was 6:00 am but he woke up and got dressed quickly for he had a job to do. It was nice to step outside his dark musty room after hiding himself away for so long. But there was still that fear,
what is he's waiting around the corner?
What if he's behind you?
He shoved his fears away, for now, he was in the kitchen to do something. To make up for something, And that's how he had ended up here, with french toast in the pan cooking and Marvin absolutely beaming at him.
"Di-Did you make that for me?"
The small magician's tone makes Henriks heart ache but he refuses to smile. He can't.
"Didn't you ask me too?"
Marvin falters.
"A week ago, I didn't know you were going to actually make me something!"
"Well..."
Henrik effortlessly flips the french toast one more flip before transferring it from the pan to the plate where two more perfect slices just like it await.
"Syrups on the table."
His heart heals when Jackaboy slings an arm around him to support himself. Henrik is almost angry. Even as his emotions slowly are being rediscovered, He cannot escape the urge to protect, to help the others who he had dared to call his own, to fix their injuries. He had never called them his own in front of them of course. They would never understand.
Henriks attention is brought back to reality by Jackaboy coughing up red. Jackaboys image turns to him as everything else fades t
The slit throat and laughing and help me hep em he me heko jakck hepl jack hel jakc hekaja
WHY ARE YOU ALL STARING? HELP JAC
"Henrik!"
What if he isn't done?
What if Jack never comes back?
What if
"Henrik!"
"I'm sorry! I-i... I got distracted. I..."
It's a lie to say he's alright.
"Come here, Jackaboy. Let me patch you up."
Henrik pretends not to notice the way the hero stays as close as he can to him.
His heart heals when Chase refuses to let him go.
He had a bad day, that's all it was. It was all it was supposed to be. A single bad day, but before he knows it the tears running down his face slip into sobs, then screams, then he can't breathe, he canyt rbetahhe caysnt bretahe.
"Schneep, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"
His own hands are ripped from his throat, Chase screaming at him, He's scared. He is so scared.
Warmth floods his senses. He breathes in.
He breathes out.
He's shaking and terrified but he knows he's safe. He doesn't know how, but he is.
There's a hand running through his hair, untangling the knots, smoothing out the shattered bits of himself and he breathes.
There's a hand rubbing circles on his back, smiling and bringing him back to reality, keeping him grounded and he breathes.
He's being held, He's being loved. He's safe. He is safe,
With Marvin, Jackaboyman, and Chase. The people he cared about most, his family.
And for once the 'What If's don't cause fear,
What if he's still inside your mind?
Then they will be there to help you when he resurfaces.
What if Anti doesn't give Jack back?
Then we can take him back together.
What if you are never fixed?
I don't need to be fixed to be loved.
Did you guys hear that Henrik has gone missing?
I have literally no idea what I was going for, but here.
Okay, so Marvin can be a little crazy but in the end I think he’s a gentlemen when you get down to it. I think he would do different styles of Latin dance (Tango, Salsa, etc) all with a rose that he does magic tricks on while you dance together.
Schneep had a wife so we can assume he had a wedding. I think before the wedding he learned and excelled at the waltz and other ballroom dances. Because of this, He and Marvin make great dance partners.
Chase probably does hip hop influenced by punk music.
Jackaboyman does Swing dancing and nobody can convince me otherwise.
Robbie probably does some sort of interactive dance.
Topic of the Day
Each Ego (jacksepticeye and Markiplier) is good at (one or more) type/types of dancing. Anti preferred dance is hip-hop, especially break dancing.
Thoughts?
(I’ll tag some people I think might be interested. @authorsathenaeum @monsterinatophat @myhomosexuallyfakeromance @thedarkenedkeeper )
Remember that thread we had about the Ego boys and dancing? Well, me and @authorsathenaeum were taking about it and she got me thinking about Henrik and Robbie, And it was adorable. So I decided to draw a thing with Henrik and Robbie dancing together. :D Robbie really doesn’t know any complex dances, he just kinda swings around, So what better dance is there to do with Henrik other than a gentle waltz. I suddenly love this this dance partner pairing.
Day 20: Tv Time
T̮͙͓̺̗͙e̸̜͉̩͈̩ͅͅl̨ḷ̹ ̺͔̤͕̞̳ͅm̮͡e̴̟̘͖̯ ̲͇̣̞̪͎͓͜D̢̗̦̱̖̦̠͓o̦̣͝c͕̺͈̗̺͔͜,͎̗̰͠ H͓̱͖̳̱͟ͅo̷̜̩̳͖̭͖ͅw̡͇̜ ̴͇̦̩̬ͅm̭u̱͓̯̬c̡͚̞̱̣̲̩h̤̬ ͖̲͕̼͇͟l̛͔o̲͚̩̪̳̲n̟̦̬̲̼͓g̼͎͓͚͙̰e̡r̮̩̦̣͟ ̡̬̮d̠̹̯̦͙o̼̘͕͟ ̴̰̬y̭̰o̲͎u͏̟̹̳ ͈͖̪̺̩t̵h̹̖̹̝̗̟i̛͓̗̖n̵̤̙k ̦̭͔̖̝͔͠ͅy̦͇̕o̡͇̻̻̼̗͉̺u̢ ̮̰̺̼̭ͅc͚͙̟͍͖ͅa͈̠̺n̝͝ ͚k̟̘̭̹ẹ̼ḙ̩̟͎̩p͖̣͖̺̲͖̰ g̶̜̩ͅo̙͠i͈̺ng̭̺̯̯͜ͅ ̼̥̞l̞̦̰͖͡i̯̫͇͉k̭̖͔̦͈̝͕͝e ̫͢t͏͚̩̫̘̼̙h̯̟a̝̲̰t͕͖̟̲̳͕?͈̫̤̲̤̝
Af̜t̯̣͎̤̭͢ͅe̘̝̗̞̦͝r ̞̦͖a͏̪̭͍l̮̗̜͇̦͜l̖̜̩̦͘ͅ,̛̖͍͇̻̱̼̫ ̼
A͔l͡l͈̠ ̺̰̰̤̜͈ͅw̧̪͉̬̟̞̗o̗̹r̖̞̥̯͈̫k ҉a̦̞̣̝n͚d̝̖͙͇͎̺̻͝ ̛̣n̞͓o͏̭̼̣͙̻̩ ̩̞̘p͘la̴̫̠y͔̰̯͕̹̼ ҉m̮̼̫̰͜a̪̖̟͖̗̯̗k͏̹̠̘̯̻e͏̦ͅs̙̣̮ H͕̲̰̘̪e҉̫̜̝̬̝̺̯n̨̰̘̼r̼͓͟i̩͍̯ḵ̩̹͘ ̗̣͞ͅa̰̱͝ d̵͇̻̩ú͓l̡̦̲̬l̀ ̖͖̖͙b̵͖̫̫̜̥̯̗o̦̺͍̼͠y͚̹̜̤̟̯ͅ
MEDICAL
Henrik is SICK of having to constantly patch the Septic Egos up, and is ESPECIALLY of Anti coming to his office all bloody
FAILED TIMELIFE
A short fanfic in which Jack gets erased from the universe, and within minutes, the story adjusts itself, and Henrik loses all memory of him ever existing.
Trying to work with the current canon events, so I thought of a concept, in which c!Jack gets erased from the timeline mid-story!
This is loosely inspired by Doki Doki Literature Club, specifically how Sayori was erased from the game, and then the script had to work itself around that gap.
Henrik carefully opened the door to the hospital room, where he found Jack still lying on the bed, unconscious. Every time, he hoped it would be different. That things could go back to normal...
...But, they never did.
“Top of zhe mornin', Jack...!”
“You know... Chase has grown tired of imitating you, your fans miss you, we miss you. Have you ever thought of zhat? Well, you should've thought about it before zu went up and died...!”
...Henrik sighed. Being mad at the circumstances wasn't going to change anything, but if things continued down this route, he might have to just... Give up, and let Jack go.
He really didn't want to consider that as an option just yet.
He administered some medicine through the IV drip before walking out of the room, heading right back to his office.
He was still studying Jack's records, trying desperately to understand what he was missing. His brain wasn't supposed to do that, his heart wasn't supposed to beat like that...
Suddenly... His computer turned off, and...
...
What? What was he doing again? He swore it was something important, so why couldn't he remember...
Oh! Right, he was studying [][][][]'s records...
...Whose records? Wait...
What was going on? Why couldn't he remember his name? Henrik tried to think, but he just couldn't piece his memories together. This man... He couldn't remember anything about him. His name, his face- It was like his memories were suddenly tampered with.
Henrik scratched the back of his head in confusion as he sat up from his chair and stepped out of his office, heading back to the hospital room he had left moments prior. The patient was in this room- So if he just walked inside, he should be able to refresh his memory.
...What?
There was... No one there.
The hospital room was completely empty, with no sign of anyone ever being there to begin with. What just happened? Had Henrik lost his mind? But he swore there was someone...
Maybe he had just gotten too tired from work.
...
...Why was he in this room again?
ALTRVERSE
Why are people in this community so,, bitter and mean lately? You'd expect people who are fans of someone like Jacksepticeye would know better than to behave like highschool bullies, but no.
On a more positive note, here's some old art I never posted! This was actually made way before the ALTRVERSE comics came out lol.
It was made for Marvin's banner contest in the Jacksepticeye Discord server.
October prompts Day 22: Crown (Egoshiptober) word count: 757 pairing: Henrik x Chase
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Henrik busied himself getting his house in order. He never had the time to fully clean up. It was always little things here and there when he did have time. But today was special. Today he would have company. Company he wanted to give a good impression for. Even if it didn’t really matter since they had been by before. Chase had called him that morning saying he was going to pick up his kids before asking about them coming by with lunch. Henrik, of course, agreed. He trusted Chase to pick up something he liked. Even if sometimes he got it wrong.
As he was finishing up with the dishes, he thought he heard a vehicle pull into the driveway. Then he paused when he realized that he hadn’t unlocked the door. He shrugged off the thought; Chase had a spare key so he didn’t need to get the door. Besides, that gave him the extra couple minutes to finish the last of the dishes. As he dried his hands Henrik heard the front door open. “Ah! Finally the king returns to his castle.”
Rolling his eyes, Henrik set the dish towel on the counter and walked out to the living room. Chase wore one of those cardboard crowns from the fast food restaurant and carried a to-go drink carrier and a bag of food. “What are you going on about?”
“Hi, Henrik,” Sam cheerfully greeted him. Morgan echoed his sister. They each held a to-go bag from the burger place they had gone to. Henrik smiled and greeted them.
“Clearly I am a king,” Chase told him gesturing to the cardboard crown. “And if Princess Samantha and Prince Morgan could deliver our feast to the table and wash their hands we shall dine.”
Neither of the kids had crowns, it was only Chase. Both kids laughed as Chase continued with his act. Morgan ran to the dining room to drop the bag on the table before heading to the bathroom to wash his hands. Sam wasn’t in as big of a hurry but left the room as well. “A king is it?”
Chase walked over to Henrik. “Yep. A king.” He gave him a kiss on the lips. Henrik laced his fingers with Chase’s free hand and they walked to the dining room. Chase set the drinks and bag down on the table.
“That may be, but this is my castle. So what role do I have then?”
It didn’t take Chase long to decide on his answer. “You’re my queen obviously.”
Henrik raised a brow and pulled his hand back from Chase. “I’m sorry, but did you just say I was the queen?” His tone bordered on offended. Chase was sure however, that it wasn’t to be taken seriously.
“Yeah, of course. What other role would you have other than my queen?”
“Henrik’s not a queen,” Morgan argued after hearing Chase’s question.
Sam, having heard her brothers statement, called from the bathroom, “Yeah, Dad, you got it wrong.”
“Yeah! You should switch titles,” Morgan spoke up again.
“Hey, no. You two are supposed to be on my side.”
Henrik smirked. “I think I agree. This is my castle after all.”
Chase crossed his arms. “My crown. My title.”
Reaching over, Henrik removed the crown from his head and, as he rested on his own head stated, “My castle. My position by default.”
“Hey, that’s not fair. You can’t just take the crown.” Chase tried to grab it back but Henrik stepped back behind a counter-top easily putting him out of reach.
“Is that anyway to speak to your king?” Henrik questioned him. He took note that everyone was present. “Now, Jester, it is time to eat.”
The kids laughed at their fathers new title. “Je-jester?” Chase cried out. “Why jester?”
With a smile, Henrik told him, “Because you are the entertainment for the prince and princess tonight.”
“I guess,” he grumbled. “But I don’t like that title. Can I just be Dad again?”
Henrik removed the crown and set it on the counter as he walked around it. “I suppose. But only if we sit down and have lunch.”
“Alright, kids, let’s eat.” Sam and Morgan grabbed at the bags searching for their food. With a smile Henrik kissed Chase on the temple as the other man opened the third bag to help sort the food.
Here is the second installment to my Robbie origin story, enjoy! WARNING: prepare for adorable, cutesy zomboi moments
“Light Bulb”
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Robbie and Friends
///Three months late, but here we are! I promised @sambloom that I would write her a Robbie oneshot for the beautiful art that she drew for me (that I didn’t even ask for, she just went and made it! :’) I’m a bit late, but this is it! ((It turned out pretty angsty, but I tried to lighten it with some precious familial egos. I hope you like it, and thank you again!!! :D ///
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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.
Braver Than You Think
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With his feline mask resting in his hair, Marvin paced the room absentmindedly, one hand held close to his chest with his fingers twitching slightly as his focus was somewhere else, when Jackieboy Man suddenly peeked his head in the door.
“Oh, Marv, thank God I found you,” he muttered as he rushed closer, the urgency in his voice abruptly shaking the magician from his train of thought.
“Hm?” Marvin responded as he got his bearings again. Then his eyebrows furrowed with concern. “Jackie? What’s up? It’s… it’s not Anti again, is it?”
“No, it’s…” the hero answered quietly, his eyes falling away as he let out a bit of a sigh. “It’s Chase. He’s… feeling low again. It’s not good.”
“Oh, God,” Marvin said under his breath. “How bad is it this time?”
“He found his way into Doc’s whiskey stash.”
“Sh*t, really?”
“Yeah. Doc and JJ are with him– they sent me out to look for you. We should really…”
“No, no, of course,” the magician cut him off, already knowing how Jackie was going to finish. He nodded reassuringly. “Lead the way.”
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