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lirusstories · 8 months

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Tears of Silver - Septic/Egotober Day 19

TW: None I think (Anti does get put to sleep through a spell)

Egotober: Silver

Septictober: Tears

Word count: 633

A/N: SLAMS THIS DOWN 14 MINUTES BEFORE THE 20TH

Anti doesn’t recognize himself anymore, red skin dark hair and his eyes, stars his eyes terrify him, soulless voids of black and silver.

The only reasons why he knows what his eyes look like are from the brief moments of clarity he gets when they turn him on Jameson in his empty eyes.

And now here he is, on the ground, with tears streaming down his cheeks, he doesn’t know how or why, is head hurts and it feels like he’s about to explode and his ears are ringing silently yet so loudly and he can’t move his stupid fucking body until-

“What do we do with him?”

… Marvin?

The tears begin flowing faster as he hears his brothers voice for the first time in who knows how long, he certainly doesn’t.

He knows it’s been a handful of years but how man exactly?

He can’t move to even look at him, but he hears them cautiously get closer and his panic spikes.

“Could you, I don’t know, put him in like, a force field?” Oh stars Jackie…

“I’d need to be inside moron.” Marvin hisses at Jackie and stars Anti wishes he could laugh, something's never change huh.

Jackie puts his hands up in surrender as Marvin turns back to Anti on the ground, immobile. He swallows, a defensive spell wrapping around his fingers in preparation as he slowly makes his way over to Anti, but he pauses, heart-wrenching a bit when he sees what he can only describe as silver tears streaming down his cheeks and pooling on the floor.

Marvin takes a deep breath as he carefully moves closer and probably stupidly calls out, “Anti…?”

He intentionally ignores Jackie’s disbelieving look.

“Can you… hear me?” There's no response for him, not even a twitch, his eyes are wide and unseeing and flooded with silver tears.

Marvin swallows and begins moving closer to Anti and he can see out of the corner of his eyes Jackie getting closer, clearly worried.

Marvin is close enough to wave his hand in front of Anti’s unblinking eyes and for some reason the tears seem to start falling faster before both he and Jackie jump back as Anti’s body glitches harshly.

The brothers look at each other before looking down at their little brothers body.

“Somnum” Marvin mutters to Anti and significantly relaxes when his eyes slide shut and it seems like his entire body goes limp.

“What did you do?” Jackie asks, sounding concerned.

“I put him to sleep.” Marvin tells him as he carefully checks over what he can of Anti.

“Well what do we do now?” Jackie asks, sounding concerned and just, so tired.

Marvin thinks as he looks down at Anti, even asleep Anti cries and Marvin has to tear his eyes away before he joins him.

“Can you carry him?” Marvin asks quietly.

“What?”

“Can you carry him?” He asks a bit louder this time.

“No I heard but I don’t think-” Jackie cuts himself off when he sees the look on Marvin’s face.

“Jackie…”

Jackie sighs before looking down at his little brother before swallowing harshly, “I know, I know… Okay…”

Marvin relaxes a bit and moves aside, letting Jackie pick Anti up and Stars he’s so skinny.

Jackie swallows harshly as he sees the silver tears streaming down Anti’s cheeks even as he picks him up.

“What is-”

“I don’t know.”

“But you will?”

“Yeah.” Marvin opens a portal, he knows it’s super risky but, he just really wants to take him home.

Jackie sighs and cradles Anti close, he’s always been light but never this light before.

With a steadying breath he leads the way through the portal and into the house. Marvin’s already calling Henrik as the portal closes behind the three of them.

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altr5312916195 · 9 months

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EgoTober Notes and Master List

Hey Gamers! So @tracobuttons has dropped the Egotober prompt list and this year, I'll be writing again. I've been writing for Egotober since it was started but in years past I only got a few out, there was no cohesive story. Last year I actually wrote every day and it got a lot more attention than I expected. Last year I had a coherent storyline, and because all stories were left on cliff hangers I'm going to continue with it during this year.

One thing that happened last year though was a lot of people asking me how my universe worked around the Septic and Iplier Egos and this post will serve as that information post.

So, here is my Egotober Masterlist and notes guide to Raspy Hill!

What Egos exist in my canon?

In the Iplier Manor: Darkiplier, Wilford Warfstache, The Jims, King of the Squirrels (Kos, prounounced cause, for short) Yancy, Google, Bing, YandereIplier (Yani, pronounced -yuh-ann-ee, for short), Annus, Heehoo, Actor!Mark (Mark Iplier), really anyone conistently seen post Markiplier TV

In the Septic House: JackieBoyMan, Henrik Von Schneeplestien, Anti, Chase, Marvin, Jameson Jakson, and Robbie.

Where do the Egos exist?

Depending on the Ego they will live full time in Raspy Hill. All of the Iplier Egos are confided to Raspy Hill because of Mark, save for Wilford and Dark who are able to leave the confines for short periods.

The Septic Egos are more of a case by case thing, for instance, Chase and Jackie live in the subdivision of Attitude City, LA (yes that Attitude City) Henrik works in LA as well, at IRIS facilites.

Marvin, Jamie, and Robbie stay in Raspy Hill due to needing its magic to survive.

What is Raspy Hill?

You know that theory that's like "if humans believe in something enough it's real" keep that in mind.

In my canon while Mark and Sean do exist. While Sean is connected to the Septic Egos in more of a magic way. They need someone human to tell their stories and connected them to the normal realm. (This is where that theory comes in) Raspy Hill is their inherent home, so if Jack stops telling their stories and fans stop caring they can become confined to Raspy Hill or even disappear all together.

But the Iplier Egos are different, they are anchored to Mark Iplier. Iplier was reincarnated in our Mark, and if his spirit persists so do the Ipliers.

If you're curious about anything else, just shoot me a message or an Ask. :)

Egotober '22 Master List

October 1 - Hoodie - JackieBoyMan (TWs: None)

October 2 - Leaves - Chase Brody (TWs:None)

October 3 - Ink - Jamesone Jackson (TWs:None)

October 4 - Grey - Jameson Jackson (TWs:Anxious thoughts)

October 5 - Water - Chase Brody (TWs: Allusions to car crash and drowning)

October 6 - Doctor - Henrik Von Schneeplestien, Antisepticeye (TWs: None)

October 7 - Peaceful - Chase Brody (TWs: Allusion to car crash)

October 8 - Key - Darkiplier (TWs:None)

October 9 - Shattered - Darkiplier (TWs: None)

October 10

October 11 - Game - Chase Brody (TWs: None)

October 12 - Metal - Henrik and Chase Brody (TWs: mentions of dissasociation, mentions of blood)

October 13 - Sky - Chase Brody (TWs: Mentions of blood, Allusion to past self harm, falling)

October 14

October 15 - Plant - Jameson Jackson, Marvin the Magnificent (TWs: None)

October 16 - Dragon - Marvin (TWs:None)

October 17 - Path - Darkiplier (TWs:None)

October 18 - Wings - Darkiplier (TWs:None)

October 19

October 20 - Alarm - Henrik, Chase Brody (TWs:Mentions of blood)

October 21 - IRIS - Henrik, Chase Brody (TWs: Mentions of blood and vomit)

October 22 - Buried - Jameson Jackson, Robbie the Zombie (TWs:None)

October 23

October 24 - Creepy - Robbie, Jameson Jackson (TWs:None)

October 25 - Magic - Marvin, Antisepticeye (TWs:Mentions of burning/being burnt, knife mention)

October 26 - Bones - Wilford Warfstache, Darkiplier (TWs:None)

October 27 - Expirement - Henrik, Chase Brody (TWs:None)

October 28 - Purple - Jamie, Robbie, Jackie (TWs: Mentions of burning/being burnt)

October 29 - Ghost - Dark, Wilford (TWs:None)

October 30 - Pumpkin - Chase Brody (TWs: Mentions of drugging)

October 31 - Happy Halloween - Chase Brody (TWs:Allusion to falling, dissasociation)

Egotober 23' Masterlist

October 1 - Cape - JackieBoyMan

October 2 - Stone - Marvin

October 3 - Drink - Chase Brody

October 4 - Happy - Chase Brody

October 5 - Jar - Marvin

October 6 - Pillow - Chase Brody

October 7 - Leaves - Chase Brody

October 8- Frame - Henrik Von Schneeplestien

October 9 - Antlers - Marvin

October 10 - Glitch - AntiSepticEye

October 11 - Metal - AntiSepticEye, Henrik Von Schneeplestien

October 12 - Green - AntiSepticEye

October 13 - Mirror - Darkiplier

October 14 - Time - Wilford Warfstache

October 15 - Strong - JackieBoyMan, AntiSepticEye

October 16 - Cards - Marvin

October 17 - Flower - Robbie the Zombie, Jameson Jackson

October 18 - Rage - Wilfor Warfstache

October 19 - Silver - Darkiplier, Wilford Warfstache

October 20 - Music - Wilford Warfstache

October 21 - Shadow - Marvin

October 22 - Vampire - Yani, Bingiplier

October 23 - Web - Darkiplier, Wilford Warfstache, Mark Iplier

October 24 - Fire - The House

October 25 - Cauldron - Marvin

October 26 - Werewolf - Bingiplier, Yani

October 27 - Orange - Darkiplier

October 28 - Ghost - Wilford Warfstache

October 29 - Fright - AntiSepticEye

October 30 - Witch - Marvin

October 31 - Happy Halloween

#long post #egotober #egotober2022 #egotober 2023 #markiplier #jacksepticeye

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inkribbon796 · 8 months

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Egotober 2023 Day 1: I Just Want to Help

Summary: Silver wouldn’t go as far to say that he has a “biggest fan” just that he has someone who sees him as a “biggest inspiration”. Which normally wouldn’t be a problem, however Silver is a superhero with two dangerous supervillain enemies who run a massive criminal organization.

Prompt: Cape

A/N: Been a while, dealing with some serious writer’s block brain rot. Hoped to return early but didn’t happen. So I’m dropping off some Egotober stuff and hopefully some other stuff but I make no promises. This Egotober I’m going with an additional theme that was highlighted in: Six Ate Seven. So for some people it’s been a while but this works in that former reality. Where Patton is still a Lost One and deals with those characters. This is in the timeframe where they’re all still kids (teenagers to be exact). So you might see teen Ethan running around too.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Over the city streets of Egoton, Silver was keeping a watch on the town.

While he was conducting a sky patrol he heard someone calling out to him on the top of a fire escape.

“Hey, Silver!”

Silver looked over and saw the rather common sight of what looked like a kid wearing a mask. They were maybe a teenager in bright blues, a sweater and a pair of jeans, and a black domino mask that looked like it’d been brought at Spirit Halloween. A bright blue cape on and a shock of dyed blue hair.

A kid looking like a superhero was common. He and the rest of the Coalition saw it all the time. What was uncommon was one standing on top of the fire escape.

“H-Hello?” Silver said, coming to a stop to float mid air.

“I’m here to help,” he had a huge smile on his face as he half jumped up on the top of the rail and balanced on it.

“I don’t think the Coalition can legally add minors,” Silver tried to say. He didn’t wanna just crush this kid’s dreams right out the gate. Maybe in ten years they could set something up, but not now.

“No, I can fight bad guys, I can do this,” he said with a huge smile.

Silver floated over closer.

“Come on, kid,” Silver said. “This stuff is really dangerous. You can’t just be running around in a domino mask and a sweater. Wilford shots people on a whim. Dark flays people apart with his shadow aura.”

“And I have powers,” the young man said. “I can do this and I’ll do it with or without you.”

“You’re like what? Ten?” Silver asked.

“I am fourteen,” the young man boasted. “I’m a man.”

“Oh yeah, fourteen, that’s so much better,” Silver said. “You know what I was doing when I was fourteen? Playing video games and being too chickenshit to talk to girls. That’s what I was doing.”

“Yeah, because you were wasting your powers, I have them and I’m going to use them,” Ethan said.

And then he ran off and Silver’s heart was beating a little too fast. This kid was going to be the death of him. Either this kid was going to kill himself, or Mark was going to do it for him.

Silver tried to catch up with him but the kid had disappeared. Which was probably the most terrifying thing. He had to get this kid home safe and he couldn’t find him.

Silver hit his communicator. “SAM, we got a teenager running around trying to fight villains.”

“Seems like a you problem, Silver,” an automated voice said.

“No, no it’s us problem, you ass. He can turn invisible.” Silver began flying around.

Silver wished this had happened last week when Marvin had been in town. They had absolutely no one in the Egoton branch who could follow aura trails. Maybe he could get Marvin over stateside for a while, or they could find someone who could see aura trails. He’d take anything at this point.

While he was flying around, starting with the fire escape and radiating out from there. He called his entire team out to track down one fourteen-year-old kid.

“APB, we have a fourteen-year-old punk running around and trying to be a superhero. I need help finding him before Wilford kills him. He turns invisible.”

“I hear you,” Wade said, he sounded like he was in the middle of a crowd or his mic was broken again. “Why are you chasing a child?”

“In-vis-ible, invisible, dipshit,” Silver said. “Is there some toy or tool that the Septics left last week that we can use?”

“I think I have something,” Bob said. “Marvin was testing some weird shit out when he and Average were in town.”

Silver began a mad chase through the city, which unfortunately eventually led him to the Warehouses. The superhero hoped desperately that the kid wouldn’t be here. He could be in and out and that he’d just gone home.

Silver tried being stealthy, and for a second he caught sight of the teenager he’d been chasing. And Silver’s heart sank as he started following him.

In front of one of the warehouses in the cluster was Wilford.

Silver’s literal worst case scenario.

There was someone, maybe a teenager, with him in a tweed suit. With a matching dark green hat on his head. They seemed to be talking about something, Wilford talking with his hands rather animatedly.

Then Wilford’s eyes were tracking something and Silver’s heart managed to beat even faster.

“Oh, ho,” Wilford smiled as he reached out and grabbed something. “What have we here?”

A few things happened at once. One was the teenage hero turned visible again as he fought for air against the grip on his throat. Silver flew closer, trying to get to them before Wilford shot the teenager. And then there was the far more worrying thing to happen: Dark showed up.

The kid in tweed was pulled through a portal, worrying Silver, and Dark emerged in their place. Oozing purple, blue, and a little bit of red aura, dripping off of him like toxic waste.

His eyes met Silver’s mask and he looked braced to attack.

Then his eyes tracked over to the kid. “Wilford, what are you doing?”

“Little tyke has a neat party trick, I only plucked him out of thin air,” Wilford smiled.

“Hmm, release him,” Dark said and to Silver’s amazement the madman did so.

“No fun, Darky,” Wilford frowned.

The teenager began backpedaling towards Silver, who was all too happy to push him behind him but kept a hold of his arm.

“Who’s your friend, Shepherd?” Dark’s head tilted.

“Not my friend, I’ll be escorting him back home,” Silver said.

Dark’s eyes moved between Silver and the teen behind him. His head tilted and he looked a little smug. “Is that yours, Silver?”

“No, I’d have to have been ten, if he was mine,” Silver said.

“Interesting, I would have thought you were older, but now that I think about it, you do sound twenty-four,” Dark smiled at him.

“Nope,” Silver tried to sound casual. “Not that young, I’ll take him, and we’ll be out. Forget you saw either of us. Just go back to doing illegal shit.”

“Oh, we will,” Dark smiled at him. “Now run off. And take your little child with you.”

Silver did just that, dragging the young man along but keeping an eye on Dark and Wilford.

Bob and Wade were waiting for them in costume.

“Gatling, Drowned,” Silver greeted stiffly and lifted the young man’s arm up.

Within seconds a bubble enclosed around the young man.

“Hey!” He shouted.

Bob was looking at the teenager beating his fists against the bubble.

“So this is your little Syndrome, huh?” Bob said.

“If this kid turns into a supervillain, I think you deserve it,” Wade smiled at him.

“I’m going to be a superhero and you can’t stop me,” Ethan said. “I don’t need you three to do it.”

“I don’t know, Silv, I like this kid’s moxie,” Wade said. “Maybe we can keep him around.”

The young man smiled at Wade.

“Absolutely not,” Mark said, flying up with a careful but firm grip.

He signaled and Bob made a handle grow out of the top of the bubble. Silver grabbed it and began flying off. “C’mon, before Dark follows us back to the kid’s place.”

“Not a kid!” The young man shouted.

“You’re four-fucking-teen,” Silver shouted. Which reminded Silver. Dark had seemed to know that. But . . . That sounded off.

How did Dark know what a fourteen-year-old even looked like? As opposed to a thirteen-year-old or a ten-year-old. Dark hated kids, always looked at them with some kind of disgust.

It took some time to get both the kid’s name and his address from him. Mostly under threat of demasking and scanning his face and start calling up different schools to figure out who he was.

They arrived in front of a house in some suburban neighborhood. Not the biggest house, but no one could compete with Dark’s Hilltop Manor.

Silver knocked on the door as he popped the bubble barrier and grabbed Ethan Nestor by the arm.

“I just want to help,” Ethan glared at him. Still in his mask and costume.

“We can talk when you’re eighteen,” Silver said. “This isn’t a game. Just because I can get thrown against the wall and keep on ticking doesn’t mean everyone should be doing it.

Ethan was about to respond when the door opened and a worried looking woman opened the door.

“There you are,” she said.

Silver held up Ethan’s arm. “Ma’am, I believe this is yours.”

Ethan pulled his arm away. “I’m not going to stop.”

“You should,” Silver said. “If this was anything else I’d say follow your dreams, but Wilford is a madman and a murderer, and so is Dark.”

Ethan took off his mask and stormed inside.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”

“Just try and talk some sense into him,” Silver said. “Have a good night, ma’am.”

She said goodbye and the door was closed and Silver flew off, going back to scanning the city and hoping he wouldn’t run into Ethan again.

He was wrong of course. He’d see Ethan several times over the next couple of weeks, and then more often over the next couple of years.

In the Manor, however, Dark was chewing Wilford out.

“What was that?” Dark held Wilford against the wall, his arm barred across his chest.

Wilford smiled at him.

“No,” Dark cut him off. “You had Illinois with you, within sight of the heroes.”

“It wasn’t that bad, Darky,” Wilford said.

“Only because I was watching,” Dark said.

“At best, I’m one of your enforcers,” Illinois said.

“Don’t, or I’ll just let Arthur and Kay be enforcers and you can stay behind.” Dark gave him a look and turned back to Wilford.

“J.J is the single biggest threat the heroes have against us, and I need that time traveling bastard to stay in England dealing with Anti and not in our city.”

“Jay is fun, Darkling, come on,” Wilford smiled.

“No, and that’s final, if I see J.J in town anytime soon, you will regret it,” Dark said.

Then he let Wilford go and steered Illinois back to the living room where the rest of the Lost Ones were playing games.

Both Ethan and Illinois returned safely home.

#Egotober 2023 #Masks and Maladies #Superhero AU #silver shepherd #ethan nestor #Darkiplier #wilford warfstache

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manebioniclegali · 8 months

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Egotober Day 19: Silver (Again)

Okay so this was my actual idea that I completely forgot about until the day after the other drawing lol. I dedicate this to a certain someone who knows who they are :)

#actor mark #wkm actor mark #markiplier #wkm #egotober 2023 #markiplier egos #who killed markiplier #i guess i could have put more silver idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#🎬#btw it's silver fox if u didnt get it #sab's art

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boopymooplier · 2 years

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Egotober day 19 - wings

Do not repost, reblog only | Commissions | My stuff | Redbubble

Two edits for one prompt :D This one was actually the first one I made

#markiplier #a date with markiplier #adwm #darkiplier #wings #tw eyestrain #egotober2022 #boopysart

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glitchyartist · 2 years

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Egotober day 19: Wings!

Peacock Marvin is about to carry some poor sap off by their shoulders.

#glitchedart #jacksepticeye #marvin the magnificent #marvin the magician #peacock Marvin #peacock #egotober 2022 #wings #septicart

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southerndragontamer · 8 months

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Egotober Day 19: Silver

There was something about looking into mirrors that just made Partner -that was all they remembered being called, they couldn’t have a name or anything else like Friend or Captain could they?- uncomfortable. They didn’t know why either…it would’ve made getting dressed a nightmare if they didn’t have one that didn’t stop at the neck. Their hair getting done was managed with a smaller one that they held above their forehead.

But they’d often heard that they were beautiful and gorgeous though they didn’t know how to take the compliment when they couldn’t exactly see it for themselves. But Partner had also been told that their eyes were silver, like glass. Like a mirror….that they changed color but there was always a ring of silver around the edge.

It left them simultaneously flustered and also nervous to hear this. Conflicted. It made them wonder how others saw them. What was reflected…Partner’s mind went back to their encounters with a pair of strangers on the last adventure they’d had with their friend…

One classically tall, dark and handsome in a white suit that he’d traded in for black at some point…he was so frustrated at them but not angry, his eyes were black at first glance but they had gotten a close look last time. When he’d cornered them against his desk, when he’d pressed close to them as their ears rang from the darkness creaking and their face heated up from how his deep voice rumbled close to their ear. His eyes had bits of red, blue and purple swirled throughout the black, like obsidian. They were so pained those eyes…angry but not necessarily at them.

Whatever Partner had done to upset him they wanted to fix it, they wanted to make it right-they couldn’t as much as they wished to, nothing could fix a broken mirror-they wanted to stay with him and help. But they’d been called by someone…someone in red…and it all got fuzzy…

The other man was the first’s opposite with his hair messier, in a pink shirt and khakis and suspenders. He was like a big puppy on a sugar rush Partner decided. He had pulled them close to him, talking about an interview they couldn’t remember. His eyes were pink, different shades of it almost spiraled or cracked with a sweet dark brown like whiskey. He was very warm, affectionate and unaware of personal space but not in a creepy way. He’d chuckled when they’d flushed, voice a low, sweet drawl.

They had the thought that though pink suited him the Afro had been too much-when had he worn an Afro? How had they known that? Why did the way he got confused easily or trailed off like he couldn’t think of words make their heart ache?- They’d been about to answer, fascinated and eager but again they’d seen the man in red and everything got….fuzzy…

What Partner couldn’t figure out…was why they looked so familiar. They could swear they’d known them. As they concentrated there were flashes, memories that were so fragmented and scattered that they couldn’t place the events clearly.

On a date with a friend who could’ve been, was more? It felt like both at once and made their head hurt, a man wrapped in darkness spoke like he knew them and offered his hand to them, the sound of gunfire made them want to scream but they had no voice-and then the taste of ice cream as they sat with their date like nothing happened….

A manor filled with levity for the first time in years, old friends making up for lost time….a tragedy and suspicion and emotions boiled over as pain filled their being. As they felt a man trying to frantically slow the bleeding as his mind fractured, blue and red spirits grabbed their hands as everything went dark and a mirror shattered like opened ripples in the universe….

Being in a museum after midnight, security distracted around the shadowed exhibits…brazen curiosity and ignorance. The sight of a crystal that felt familiar, out of place…the shadowed man again, being told they’d likely seen him a hundred times and just forgotten it…the chaotic man that was broken yet whole spoke with more knowledge of things than he understood….

A spaceship stuck in a loop, the weight of being tasked with stopping something that could end the universe….the power that came from being able to travel dimensions, a crystal glowing in their hand. Going in again and again and again-desperate to find a way to get everyone alive, everyone safe as familiar faces whirled around in their head and haunted them…as the opened ripples of the universe looked like a shattered mirror…

Partner-where they Partner? Or Friend? Or Captain? Who were they? Why didn’t they have a name?-gasped for air like a surfaced diver. Tears ran down their cheeks, pain and grief and regret and guilt engulfed them like a tidal wave for all they’d lost, the feeling of being more than what they were, more than who they thought they were began to feel sickening as they clutched their head.

A door creaked open, the sound made them jump and they whirled around only to freeze. It was Mark-but it couldn’t be Mark was kind, he was gentle always had been, who was this that had taken his face? Who was in his body?- the actor in their friend’s skin-boyfriend? What was their relationship again? What loop was this?- smiled at them, his voice was like oil slick, it made them think of a snake coiling around poisoned prey.

“Oh Partner, what’s wrong? Did you have a bad dream? Don’t worry, I’m here. I can take the pain away just trust me~”

As much as the words made them want to vomit, as much as they wanted to smack the actor-how long had he been playing with them like this? How many times had he done this when they’d remembered, when they’d gotten close? How many times had he pulled them from happiness with Dark, with Will or someone else?- Partner couldn’t make themselves move as he wrapped them in his arms. As he held them close in a facsimile of a lover.

“Shhh, Shh I know it hurts. Don’t worry, it’ll go away soon. When you wake up, I have an idea for a project you can help me with Hmm? A Heist…it’ll be fun I promise….”

Their head ached, it felt like someone driving broken glass to fit in a way it wasn’t ever meant to and they wanted to scream-it felt like a million different people screamed with them, screaming in rage and denial and defiance- but it wouldn’t leave their throat. Everything slid into darkness as the actor’s words slithered into their ear with twisted affection. As silver shards reflected back a sickening, decaying red…before the mirror shattered again.

#The District Attorney #Body Sharing Friend #Darkiplier #Man with No Shadow #Wilford Warfstache #Cotton Candy Killer #Actor!Mark #Jerk who caused all this #Markiplier Ego #Markiplier Fandom #Fanfic #Angst #South Writes #Egotober 2023 #I have a secondary tag for the DA now!#And yes this does have hints of Dark/Reader #But also! Will/Reader #Because the DA spent as much time with the Colonel as they did with Damien #Also I guess maybe Actor/Reader hints thinking about it #This was a fun challenge to write!#not using a name but a nickname since the DA doesn’t have a name canonically and is a stand in for the viewer #That’s also why I didn’t describe them aside from silver eyes #Eyes that reflect the world around them like the mirror they’re so afraid of #Giving them technically any color of eyes they want #WKM #AHWM #ISWM #ADWM #all of them are referenced I can’t *not* do that ok sue me #Manipulation TW

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nightly-productions · 2 years

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Egotober 2022 - Day 19 - Wing / Wings

Prompt list by - @tracobuttons

#art #myart #artist on tumblr #nightly productions #digitalart #fanart #jse community #septicart #jacksepticeye #jacksepticeyeego #septic ego #chase brody #mordechai #sage the kiwi #egotober 2022

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chaseisglitched · 2 years

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EGOTOBER Day 19: Wings

#egotober2022 #egotober #jackieboy man #jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #jse #jse egos #septicart #chase.art

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sentavoarts · 8 months

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tober challenges d19

egotober day 19 (silver) (made me think of lapis's mirror in su) list by TracoButtons on twt

#egotober 2023 #steven universe

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lirusstories · 2 years

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Egotober: Hoodie

Tw: Improper binding, eludements to abuse, Don't trust strangers kids

Jackie starts wearing hoodies when he's 13 and... changing, he doesn't like the change, it makes him feel weird gross and wanting to crawl out of his own skin.

He keeps his hair in a ponytail and under his hood and hopes people don't notice. They notice. He cuts his hair and can't preform for a week.

Jackie grows out of his hoodie when he's 14 and has to... borrow a new one from the lost and found. His adopters scrunch their noses at it but don't say anything until it "mysteriously" disappears from one of his suitcases.

He's heartbroken and every time he looks in the mirror he wants to peel his skin off. He sneaks into their medics tent and steals some ace bandages and wraps his chest flat. He struggles to breathe but it's more comfortable than having to feel the flaps of fat on his chest.

He takes them off for practice and pretends to not notice the bruises.

Jackie's 15 and a half when he meets a man passing through the same town as his family. He meets him outside a convince store and the man offers to help him out upon seeing the ace bandages poorly hidden beneath his tank top.

Jackie is 15 and a half when he gets his first binder, it's lightly used but it's the only one that fits him. He doesn't care. It's bright green, one of his favorite colors.

The man gets him a hoodie too, a large one that he'll have to grow into but he loves it nonetheless, the red is a comforting color, it makes him feel safe and he nearly cries when he puts it on. The Man offers to get him his hair cut as well, he turns it down as he remembers the last time he cut it.

He doesn't see the way the man frowns as he sees the fear on his face and merely buys him some more clothes as well and a few pieces of candy for the road before Jackie asks him why he helped him.

His heart flutters happily when hearing that the man's husband had a rough childhood because of him being a male when people choose to view him as something he wasn't just because of "Silly little Body Parts". It's nice to know that other people like him. He suppresses a laugh at the man's phrasing though.

The man leaves him with a card with his number on it and tells him to call him if he needs anything.

Jackie is 16 when he runs away. He gives himself a near buzz cut before running after a particularly bad practice session. He toys with the thought of calling before deciding against him.

Jackie's 19 when he meets one of his brothers for the first time since they were children. He has a noticeably different accent but it's him. The only thing that could surpass the joy of his brother remembering and recognizing him as his brother is if all of his brothers suddenly showed up and did the same thing.

Jackie's 20 when he starts taking hormones, his brother doesn't ask where he gets them and he doesn't tell.

He's 24 when he starts growing facial hair, when he notices, he flaps his hands so hard he ends up smacking himself in the face. He lets Henrik laugh at him while he hands Jackie the Tylenol.

Jackie is 25 when he becomes a vigilante, Henrik finds out it's him pretty quickly and hits him over the head with a rolled up magazine for doing something so strenuous with his binder on. He promises not to do it again and keeps his hoodie on whenever he goes out to burn some people.

Jackie is 26 when he gets top surgery, he's not allowed to go out for almost three months because of Henrik's fretting.

Jackie is finally able to start going out again just in time for June. He decides for the first day of patrol back, he'll wear his pride flag like a cape.

Standing atop the tallest sky scrapper in the city, he breathes. For the first time in years, he feels... hopeful. Good things are coming and will continue to come, he knows it. He's slowly getting better, feeling more and more like himself, every time he looks in the mirror he doesn't feel like it's a stranger looking back at them.

He's happy, he has one of his brothers here with him, and they're working on finding the others, and he knows, he just knows it, that everything will be okay.

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