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muscari-melpomene · 2 months

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Want, and Need

Chapter 3 of Counterbalance!

"It's supposed to be his job," said Anti sharply, and Dark sighed like he was trying to keep his temper, shutting his eyes for a moment. Anti was standing firmly in front of him, arms crossed, and no way in hell was he about to back down. "You said it was Wil's job to take them."

"It's not good for him to be there so often."

"He loves it there."

"That's why it isn't good for him."

"And it's good for you?"

"Anti," said Dark, opening his eyes to glare, "this-"

"If you tell me the fucking manor sucking your soul out isn't my concern, I will start screaming."

"I was going to say 'not up for discussion', actually."

"You fucker-"

"Anti."

"Don't," Anti nearly snarled, a glitch tearing down his back and fizzling out his words, "don't you dare use that bullshit on me, Dark. Why the fuck have you been feeding the manor, and why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't tell you for exactly this reason!" Dark threw his hands up and turned away, starting for the stairs. "I didn't tell you because you're only going to do this, and there's no point telling you anything else about it because you won't fucking listen."

Anti glitched out and appeared in front of Dark, shoving him back into the living room.

"Do not walk away from me-"

"What else am I meant to do," Dark gritted out, catching Anti's arm and pushing him away before Anti could shove at him again. "You're acting like a child."

"I'm the child? Wil's the one who hangs on your every fucking word, who can't understand that not everything's a part of his stupid little game-"

"-And the longer he's at the manor, the worse his delusions get-"

"William," said Anti slowly, "is not. Coming. Back. He's gone. Wilford isn't going to snap out of being Wilford, that's all there is left of him."

Dark was silent, watching Anti with cold, hard eyes. Anti stared back.

"And even if he did come back," he continued, ignoring the high-pitched ringing slowly building in the corners of the room, "he wouldn't know you. He wouldn't want you. He wants Damien and Celine. He doesn't want Dark. He never has."

"...And you do?" said Dark, all cold calmness now. "You want the shells of them, crumbled and mixed into a new mortar and plastered over the cracks of a broken body?"

"I want-"

"And what do you want with that body, Anti? Do you want it to abandon the power that sustains it, to lie helpless on the floor for you?"

Anti shook his head sharply, pushing away the image. "That's not-"

"Do you want it isolated like one of your victims?" Dark demanded, moving closer, "no ties, no escape? A doll to keep to yourself? Or perhaps you want this forever, fights every night because I dare to have a priority that isn't you and you need the struggle, the suffering, the pain my divided attention costs me- am I nothing but misery for you to have your fill of? When do your teeth sink in to my neck, then, when do I wake up to my last morning with you to see you grinning and sated?"

"Stop," said Anti, voice ragged as he grabbed at Dark's shirt, "Stop, stop it. Please stop it."

"Why should I?" said Dark, head held high. He didn't push Anti away.

Anti tipped forward, letting his head fall against Dark's shoulder.

"...Every time you feed the manor," Anti mumbled, "you get further away from me. It might as well be you getting tossed in that fucking basement. I hate it. I hate it, it's hurting you. You're tired when you come back, you're... less of you. More of it. It's gutting you to make more room for itself, because who you are isn't what it wants you to be, you don't want to be like it, I know you don't."

"How would you know that?" asked Dark. His voice was still cold, still impatient, but it was... softening. Just a little. Anti took a deep breath.

"I know you have nightmares."

Dark stiffened a little, and Anti kept talking.

"You're good at hiding it. Really good. But you can't pretend when you're asleep. I see your face move, I feel you get tense, like you want to run... and when you wake up, you look like you just got back from giving it a fresh body. It wants all of you, and you're afraid. And I don't want your fear."

"Why not?"

"I need you."

"You need to-"

"I need more than feeding," said Anti tiredly, shutting his eyes. "I need you. You next to me. Your arms. Your voice. Your terrible fucking interior design choices-"

Dark huffed like he was trying not to laugh, and Anti stored it away to feel smug about later.

"-your rants about the dumbass dog next door and the lemon window upstairs, your pretentious, stupid filing systems, you, Dark, I need you. I want you. And the manor wants to take you away from me, and I'm not going to fucking let it."

A long, quiet moment passed. Dark's hand pressed into the small of Anti's back, and Anti did not cry as Dark finally curled into him, holding him carefully.

"I need you, too," he murmured, setting his chin on Anti's head and stroking his hand up and down Anti's back. "I want you, too. And I... I don't want it. But it will kill me if I don't let it in."

"It'll still kill you if you do," said Anti miserably, and Dark sighed.

"...Maybe. Maybe it will. But there's time to figure that out, alright? I'm not dying right now, am I? I'm right here. With you."

Anti finally unclenched his hands from Dark's shirt, only to wrap his arms around his boyfriend's neck, pressing closer against him.

"...You're here," he agreed. Dark nodded.

"I'm not leaving you. I don't want to leave you."

"Promise," Anti demanded.

"I promise," said Dark, without hesitation.

...

Chase kept his eyes shut, and hated every second of it. But this was- this was important. This was important, and if Henrik tried anything Marvin was right there to set him on fire. Marvin was good at fire.

Chase tried to focus on that, on the memory of Marvin getting startled by his own damn cat and setting the ceiling fan on fire that one time. It was better than focusing on Henrik muttering to himself as he took notes on Chase's last answer.

"...Alright," said Henrik finally, and the frenzied sound of scribbling stopped, "there is... no evidence that the connection has changed. Decreased paranoia does not indicate it has weakened, it is simply the natural progression of increased security in the absence of an attack. All that remains is to-"

"Do we really have to do this part?" Said Marvin, and Higgins yowled. Henrik sighed, agitated.

"Yes, we do. It's the most important part of this check-in, you are well aware of that."

"Then- then couldn't I do it? This once?"

Chase frowned. Marvin sounded more worried than usual.

I should tease him about that later.

"Were you possessed by the anomaly?" Henrik snapped, "Chase has the strongest connection to it, he is our best avenue of insight. Don't let your emotions cloud your judgement, Chase will be fine."

Chase tried very hard not to think about the word 'possessed'.

"You don't know that," Marvin muttered angrily. Henrik sighed again, more pointedly this time. Chase was pretty sure Marvin would throw hands with Henrik if he wasn't so scrawny. Henrik wasn't much to look at either, but he definitely had the height advantage. Marvin did have magic, though, and an unmatched level of pure, unadulterated spite, and honestly Chase would pay to watch him kick the shit out of-

"Chase, I said focus," said Henrik.

"Always ruining my fun," Chase muttered. Marvin snorted, and Chase could feel Henrik holding back one last sigh.

"Reach out to him," Henrik commanded. This was the part Chase hated. He'd had his eyes closed through the whole questioning process to help disengage from his body, because if he was too present, too connected with what was happening around him, he wouldn't be able to...

...to feel Anti. And the others needed him to, needed any information on Anti they could possibly get. They needed him to do this, and it was all he could actually do for them, and damned if he was going to keep all of them trapped because it scared him. Damned if he was.

Chase took a deep breath, and reached out.

"Chase," said Marvin, half-frantic from where he knelt in front of Chase, "Look at me- can you hear me? Chase, can you hear me?"

"Why'm I on the floor?" Chase mumbled thickly, frowning stupidly at Marvin. Marvin was on the floor with him, holding him by the shoulders, looking ready to pass out with relief.

"Because you fell," he said, voice sharp with what sounded like anger but going by his expression was worry. "You went still, you started crying, and you fell-"

Marvin turned to glare up at Henrik, eyes glowing faintly green.

"You said he'd be fine."

"He doesn't look hurt," Henrik shrugged. "Chase, would you mind getting up?"

"Fuck off, Henrik-"

"He's miserable," said Chase slowly. Marvin looked back at him, frowning. Henrik tilted his head. Neither of them spoke. Chase swallowed. "Anti," he clarified pointlessly, "he's... he's miserable. Feels helpless. Angry, but not in a 'killing people' way. He's usually happy when he kills people, actually-"

"Chase," said Marvin, squeezing his shoulder, "we should get you to bed."

Henrik paused in his frantic note-taking to glare at Marvin.

"...Yeah, actually," said Chase after a moment, "that'd be... yeah. Sorry, Hen, I'll- I can write it all up for you later."

Henrik pressed his lips together, clearly frustrated, but nodded.

"...Alright. I had better pack up, then."

Marvin helped Chase off the floor, and Chase tried to shake off the last of the suffocating, cloying, helpless anguish that had rushed in on him from all sides. Higgins brushed against his ankle as Marvin guided him down the hallway and into the office he'd usurped and turned into- well, it wasn't really a makeshift bedroom anymore. It had been over a year. He was probably officially Marvin's roommate now.

"You're hovering," he told Marvin as the other herded him to the bed. The mattress felt softer than it had been that morning.

"You gave us a fright," said Marvin. Chase grinned up at him, and Marvin folded his arms.

"What."

"Knew you cared," Chase teased. Marvin went pink. Gods, he was so fucking easy.

Higgins jumped up onto the bedspread and curled up at Chase's feet purring loudly, and after a moment Marvin relented and sat on the edge of the bed.

"...are you alright?" he asked softly, and something flipped over behind Chase's ribs.

Not the time, Brody, really, definitely not the time.

"I'm fine," said Chase, only lying a little bit. "It's... they're not really my emotions, and I only feel him in- in my head for a moment, so... I'm fine."

"You were crying."

"Can't prove it."

"Chase."

"Marv," he said, taking Marvin's hand and doing his level best not to think about it, "I'm fine. I'll be fine. You should go make sure Henrik's not doing any bullshit out there, okay? I'll be fine."

Marvin hesitated just long enough for Higgins to meow impatiently.

"Fine," he said, dropping Chase's hand to stand up, "alright, I probably should see him out... I'll bring you some tea, alright?"

"Thanks," Chase hummed, giving him a smile. Marvin nodded sharply, and left. As soon as the door shut behind him, Higgins climbed up to settle on Chase's chest, purring loudly and nuzzling his head into Chase's shirt.

"Good kitty," said Chase, voice cracking halfway through. He took a deep, shaking breath, burying a hand in the cat's fur. "Good kitty. Thank you."

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticegos #danti #antisepticeye #darkiplier #chase brody #marvin the magnificent #chase x marvin #trickshot #henrik von schneeplestein #wilford warfstache #who killed markiplier #altrverse #marvin the magician #higgins the cat #jse fandom #jse fanfic #vex picks up a pen

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mothgodofchaos · 2 years

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Uno

This was originally just going to be platonic Marvin, but kind of turned into a Septic house fic instead. It’s just fluff. Good, warm fluff. Marvin, GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 652

You challenged a magician to play cards with you. Frankly, a poor choice. You were familiar with all of his tricks, or at least you thought you were. Watching his hands move the decks between his fingers, the illusions, how he always knew which one you were holding. He promised to teach you some, but you could never quite get the flick of the wrist right or palm the cards correctly. No matter, it was fine. You were set on beating him today. At the world’s deadliest game. Uno. At first he laughed at your challenge, but word got around that you had challenged him and others began to speak of your intensity when you play. How you almost never lose, and you don’t play nice. The specialized cards you have in your personal set. His expression changed from intrigue to fear when a time of you landing a “+20” on someone graced his ears. He returned to you the next day, extending his hand to shake yours, a glint of determination in his eye. “Alright, game on!”

You shuffled the cards, but he dealt. An agreement that you both had agreed upon to keep the other from cheating. Dirty plays were absolutely on the table, and you were the one who knew what cards were in the deck. He just prayed that whatever he was dealt would either give him a standing chance or quickly put him out of his misery. He didn’t know which one was worse. “Scared, Marv?” “Me? Never. Ye have t’ do a lot more t’an shuffle cards t’ scare me!” Quips were exchanged back and forth as numbers were put down, the occasional skip or reverse. But no sign of any special cards as you continued through the pile, drawing one at a time. The game went on for several hours, occasionally Chase or Henrik coming in to check on you both, Chase coming back with snacks. Anti watched from the ceiling for a bit, snickering when you landed a green skip on Marvin before glitching away when Marvin threw a card at him. Something made you wonder if maybe Anti ate all the draw cards, but you knew they were in there somewhere. So the game continued on. Until an evil glint appeared in Marvin’s eye, slamming down a “+10” custom card down in front of you. You hissed through your teeth, down to your last two cards, and seeing that he would have Uno. Oh, but the poor fool forgot to call it first. “UNO- DRAW TWO CARDS, MAGIC MAN!” He glares at you, still triumphant that you had to draw more than him. But oh, you found exactly what you were looking for. You wait for him to take his turn, a simple blue “8” before you unleashed the hell that was in your hands. Four “+2”s, two “+4”s, two “+10”s, and the dreaded “+20”. So what if they normally didn’t stack, he wouldn’t have been able to play anyways. Fifty-six cards in total, and he looked at you with disbelief. “Ye, ye win. Nope. I’m not doin’ t’at. I forfeit!” He throws up his hands, walking away with a pained laugh, to which turns more genuine as you celebrate your triumph. He chuckles, extending his hand to you to shake. “Good game, ye fuckin’ trickster.” You shake his hand, just to be shocked, his maniacal laugh back. Shaking off the zap, you chase him through the house, until Henrik finds you both on the couch, exhausted from running. Anti glitches and joins you, laying across the back of the couch, Chase and Henrik in the arm chairs as you all watch a television show. JJ and Jackieboy come home that evening to find you all asleep. JJ joins you, Marvin, and Anti on the couch while Jackieboy crashes on a beanbag. As is a normal day in the Septic household.

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asherranceoftheheart · 1 year

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Heya! Decided to try and get the writing muscles stretched out after the short break.

I want to write more for the Jacksepticeye egos, some yandere stuff?, And maybe even reader x character stories. Also planning on writing some more for the game Glitched so look out for that too!

Send me some prompts if you guys want!

#jse #jse egos #egoshipping #jacksepticeye #glitchedgame #antiaverage #antisepticeye #chase brody #marvin the magnificent #jackieboyman #henrik von schneeplestein #jameson jackson #xreader #x reader #writing

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docheros · 2 months

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this is for you @uhhbeans my most beloved

ok so like. originally seán made a game about the egos that was so successfull that a company that makes movies approached him with an offer to make a movie based on his game

BUT

we all know what seán is doing to these characters now, the anomaly found video and the comics are just the tip of the iceberg. so, let's revamp the actor au!!

(backstory, info about the actors and some headcanons under the cut)

before we properly start: seán is friends with a guy named antony; they started to talk when "jacksepticeye" was created, antony used to help him with some of the editing. so, in this universe, antony was one of the editors along with alice

seán always discussed this story with his editors, and antony was the one that really motivated, gave new stories, reasons, showed how he could make it better, and act better as well!! he's an actor too :]

so, when seán (i'm repeating his name too much sorry) started to change the route of the story and said he wanted something more serious, antony (and a team, ofc) helped him develop Anomaly Found. and for all his help and ideas, seán asked his friend to portray anti from now on. and antony couldn't be more honoured

so, anomaly found happens! seán's chase here like irl. and the comics come out, and much more stuff, etc etc. to give the egos an ending, he decides to make it a movie, but since he couldn't like. act as 5 dudes and at the same time help with production, he decided to hire actors!

WITH YOU, THE SEPTIC CREW!!

Elias Schmidt, German, 32, as Henrik Von Schneeplestein!

Ryan White, American, 35, as Chase Brody!

Oliver Williams, British, 39, as Marvin the Magnificent!

Patrick O'Brien, Irish, 35, as JackieBoyMan!

George Cole, British, 43, as Jameson Jackson!

and finally, Antony Moore, British, 40, as AntiSepticEye!

and now, some headcanons of this AU for the soul :]

Seán and Antony were the ones to make the auditions, and they both wanted actors that could bring their experiences and thoughts into the characters

bc of that, Elias' german (but not a doctor, that'd be asking too much), George's mute and Patrick's autistic

Elias is very good at acting as Henrik, but he's not like him in the slightest. he's the youngest of the crew and a big jokester

despite that, he loves Henrik to bits! he's always doing lives and videos like "henrik answers your questions" while they're filming

this is Ryan's first big budget movie, and he's kinda nervous about it

different from Chase, he isn't married and honestly hates alcohool. when asked, he usually says "so is anyone interested in being my stacy? aside from the divorce and well. the horrors"

Elias jokes he's much more like initial Chase (he watched all the videos about the egos, even if Seán said it's not necessary bc a lot changed) and Ryan's much more like fanon Henrik

Patrick and Ryan are the most serious of the crew, it's hard to get a smile out of them. that doesn't mean they don't enjoy the movie or their company, ofc!

Antony's a dad! his son plays as Chase's kid bc it was the only kid that wasn't scared of Anti's makeup (and the antiaverage shippers of this universe enjoy this fact a lot)

Oliver and George are the ones who unintentionally spoil the most

Oliver looovees to talk and read about Marvin shipps. he's feeding the marvelsepticeye shippers very well!

Patrick on the other side isn't very happy in joining his shenanigans lol

George is a modern man, he loves his cellphone and his bluetooth earphones, so acting as Jameson (a man from 1920s) was a bit of a challenge to him, but he loves challenges!

he's very vocal about ableism towards mute people. and also very vocal about jj's sexual life

if they ever went to buzzfeed to promote the movie, Patrick would loooove the puppy interviews and George and Elias would loooove the "[x] reads thirst tweets"

when asked if they knew jacksepticeye,

Elias: ofc, who doesn't? i used to watch his videos all the time! what do you mean he's the one behind this

Ryan: i used to watch a bit when i was younger, we're the same age so it was like hanging out with a friend. what do you mean he's the one behind this

Oliver: ooh, i guess so? my siblings used to watch this dude like, all day. he's the one doing this? neat, i guess

Patrick: of course, everytime i mentioned i'm from Ireland people used to be like "omg jacksepticeye's from there!!!", it kinda annoyed me. he's the director????... he didn't hear me, right?

George, signing: who?

Antony: i heard he's a pain in the ass to work with (cut to Seán telling him to shut the fuck up)

#THAT'S IT!!!!! if i have more things i'll probably add to the tag #let me put here to you:#it's the obligatory actor au #for organizing reasons and if you want to check the old content :]#i'm talking!!#jj #anti #henrik #chase #marv #jackie

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trxsh3banditt · 5 months

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Restless Nights (Witch Doctor Fluff Fic)

Fandom: JSE Egos

Ship: WitchDoctor (Marvin x Henrik)

Characters: Marvin the Magnificent, Dr Henrik Von Schneeplestein, Anti (mentioned), Chase Brody (mentioned), Jackieboy-Man (mentioned), Sean (mentioned), Jameson Jackson (mentioned)

Trigger Warnings!! Self Harm, toxic thinking, extremely bad habits

(If anyone ignores the warnings that I put, I am not responsible for anything that happens. If I missed something, please let me know and I will get back as soon as I can)

The clock struck three AM on a Sunday morning, he could already hear the birds chirping away with their aggravating song. It was almost as comparable to the overbearing sound of nails scraping on chalkboards. Running on barely even a few hours of sleep, two, maybe even three pots of coffee and more than enough anxiety to send a man to the nut house, Henrik trudged outside the household for a smoke. He moved silently through the halls, his feet barely auditing a creak as he made his way to the door. The tired German sat on the first step leading to the doorway, and breathed a heavy sigh as he reached into his pocket. He knew he shouldn't be smoking, his asthma couldn't take it, but his body was full of so much anxiety..he was literally shaking like a leaf; a leaf struggling to remove itself from a twig during the harsh blows of wind. Seconds felt like hours, minutes like days, hours like years. Everything moved slow, he felt like time just kept moving on, with or without him.

Taking a drag from the cigarette in the young doctors mouth, he felt the anxieties and stresses from his past few nights begin to slowly but surely fade. As he continued to smoke through the cigarette, he failed to notice a certain young magician had found him sitting outside by himself at such an unfathomable hour.

"Henrik..? What are you doing up at this hour darling? Why aren't you in bed..?" The magician yawned, as if the sudden disappearance of his boyfriend was enough to wake him.

Henrik practically jumped upon hearing the sound of his boyfriends voice so abruptly that the cigarette that was once in his hand dropped to the concrete step he sat on. "Marvin, I didn't think you'd be awake so soon...Ah, uhm..." He began to fumble through words to form some sort of excuse, but the only thing he could muster were noises until he finally spoke up once more, "I..couldn't sleep. And I needed some fresh air, and a smoke to cool my nerves." His voice automatically gave it away to Marvin, his boyfriend hadn't been sleeping recently, and he was determined to fix it no matter what.

"Would you like to talk about it darling?" The magician closed the screen door and seated himself next to the tired German.

"J-Ja.." Henrik sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping over as he hung his head. "That..would make me feel a lot better.."

"Begin whenever you feel comfortable to do so." Marvin gave Henrik a soft, patient smile and made direct eye contact with the doctor. Henrik took a deep breath and looked down at the steps and his hands. He began by rolling his sleeve up to reveal some irritated scratch marks, some having left blood behind, thus scarring. Marvin's eyes widened as he thought of this situation already.

"I-I...I had an anxiety attack earlier, in the bathroom. I couldn't stop shaking.." Henrik couldn't bring himself to look Marvin in the eyes while speaking, his voice cracked and strained itself as he tried so hard not to break down in front of Marvin. "I couldn't breathe, and I didn't want to wake you up so all I could do was sit there scratching at my arms until it was over."

"Oh darling.."

"I couldn't go to sleep after that..I-I didn't want to worry you...and I-I.." Henrik's voice broke and he stopped talking, letting out a quiet short whimper as his eyes burned with tears, brimming the surface and threatening a flood.

"Shh.." Marvin was quick to react, swooping Henrik up onto his lap as he held his partner close to him. He gently rests his head onto his chest as he began to speak slowly, and softly in a reassuring manner. "Don't worry sweetheart...don't get so worked up, I'm not mad..I'm concerned...you're exhausting yourself aren't you..?"

"I'm sorry..I just..I couldn't stop thinking about what happened to everyone else...Chase, Sean, Jackie, Jameson..even Anti I can't stop worrying about...What if they got hurt..what if we'll never see anyone again..? W-What...what if.."

"Let me stop you there sweetie. We'll see them again, I can assure you they are fine...pinky swear...but for now, you need to get some sleep, and this time mister, I won't take no for an answer." Marvin stood, holding Henrik in his arms bridal style back inside and used his magic to shut and lock the door. Turning off all the lights Marvin went right to bed with Henrik. "And you are staying home from work tomorrow..you need a break."

Editors note!

I apologize for the extremely long break I took. I will be trying to post more often

#jacksepticegos #jacksepticeye fanfiction #witchdoctor #marvin the magnificent #henrik von schneeplestein #anti #chase brody #jackieboyman #sean mcloughlin #jameson jackson #angst with comfort #angst #sleepless nights #sleep deprivation #insominac

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schneeplebro-week · 3 years

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And here it is! The prompt list for this year’s Schneeplebro Week; I can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with!

Also, don’t forget to use the tags “schneeplebro week” and “schneeplebro week 2020” on your posts. Thanks! - BasilOaks

#schneeplebro week #schneeplebro week 2020 #schneeplebro #henrik von schneeplestein x chase brody #chase brody x henrik von schneeplestein #chase brody #henrik von schneeplestein #septic shipping #ego shipping

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basiloaks · 4 years

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{ Thalassophile Chapter Four }

Breaking away from each other's grip, the pair's conversation shifts into a comfortable silence, the two taking in the many changes they'd weathered over the years: checking for that old faded scar across the forehead or memorable beauty mark beneath the eye. Times had changed since they were kids playing along the shores of Delheim's coast during Henrik's short summer visits; they were older-- maybe not mature, but they were adults now, more jaded and aware of the world around them.

Notes: Guess whose back, back again! Chapter four of Thalassophile is here! And it’s a longer chapter to make up for the wait. On top of a new chapter, earlier in the month I updated the previous chapters on ao3, so if you want to check those out too, here’s the link!

Chapter Four: Natsukashii- (Adj.) suddenly, euphorically nostalgic, triggered by experiencing something for the first time in years

It’s another early morning in Delheim-- too early in Henrik’s opinion, sleepily tugging on an old turtleneck and paint-stained jeans, shoving back the curtains to gaze through the bedroom window at the shore below, the outcropping of rocks closest to the water’s edge glistening in the bright morning sun. About a week had passed since moving in, a couple of days since his little encounter on the beach and Jacques’ subsequent panic-induced lecture on not being, as he put it, “a stupid, fucking idiot,” leaving him frustrated, confused, and thoroughly intrigued by what he experienced.

Checking the time, Henrik snatches his glasses off the side table, sliding them into his face before hurrying downstairs, bumping into his brother upon reaching the bottom.

"Il vit! About time you joined the world of the living, you hungry?”

"Oh, verpiss dich," Henrik quips, yawning as he follows Jacques into the house’s cluttered kitchenette, watching him rummage through the fridge for something to eat, snagging a yogurt and scarfing it down.

”So,” Jacques begins, waving his spoon around as if it were a pointer, jabbing it in Henrik’s general vicinity, ”you got any big plans for today? Oo, might I make a suggestion? You could, oh I don't know, work on unpacking the boxes littered all over the place. Get your life together, perhaps?”

“Jacques, I am not caffeinated enough to deal with your shit right now.”

“Hah! Like you ever are,” Jacques jokes, hopping up onto the counter as Henrik rolls his eyes, quietly cursing under his breath at the empty cabinets and pantry. ”Just so you know, there's a fresh pot of coffee-- I even made it the way you like it, so don't say I don't love you.”

”Really? And here I thought you didn't care...” He jests, grabbing a mug off the shelf, crossing the room to pour himself a drink before settling down in the kitchen nook the two had finished decorating the day before.

”Well... Fuck you two, I guess. Come on, Hen! You haven't left the house since you got here, there’re still boxes all over the place-”

“Which I’ll get to at some point!”

“Yeah, sure. Totally. Listen, I gotta get back to work at some point, what with being a ‘starving artist’ and all. Why not go into town today? Socialize!”

”...You do realize who you're talking to, right?”

“At least go pick up some groceries or something. I’m serious! I think isolation is already getting to you.”

“Ugh, fine!” he huffs, ruffling up his brother’s hair in a successful attempt to get on his nerves. ”Besides, you're probably right…”

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Driving into town was relatively quiet, the late afternoon sun radiating a comfortable warmth across the area, radio blasting about as loud as the speakers would allow. It would’ve been perfect if not for the nerves fluttering around in the pit of Henrik’s stomach, apprehension clear in how he anxiously tapped against the steering wheel.

Grocery shopping was thankfully quick and painless, prescriptions logged and set up for pick up at the local drug store, leaving Henrik wandering down the streets of Delheim, looking for a particular something he could find comfort in, a familiarity from his brief time in town helping Jacques move in or the short visits during his childhood. He stops immediately outside the local coffee shop, a reserved smile gracing Henrik’s lips as he enters the building, admiring the friendly, welcoming atmosphere.

Stepping into the cafe, the first thing Henrik noticed was how little had changed since his last visit; the shop was still the perfect little cozy paradise for any bookworm, with the character of an overgrown conservatory and a library to boot. He’s startled by the sound of footsteps approaching rapidly towards him from the back, cracking a smile upon hearing the familiar voice of an old friend.

"Well, would you look at what the cat dragged in,” the voice said, chuckling softly, drawing Henrik into a tight embrace. "It's about time you showed up, I swear, that feral little man you call a brother has been driving me up the wall."

“Marvin,” he beamed, delicately tucking a strand of emerald hair behind their ear, glancing down towards the pin displaying the barista’s pronouns located on their lapel."You're looking dashing as ever, my dear. It's ’they’ today, I see?"

”Courteous as always,” they said with a nod, “haven't I mentioned that flattery will get you nowhere?"

”Always worth a try,” Henrik says with a playful shrug, prompting Marvin to give his arm a light smack, continuing in a more serious tone. ”It’s good to see you again, Marv.”

”It's been far too long... Uncle James is gonna be so upset that he didn't get so see you."

"I promise he'll get another chance, trust me, I bet in a few weeks I'll be your most reliable patron."

And time had treated Marvin Jackson well, matured them into a handsome, cultured individual with a sparkling personality and the ego to match, a free spirit with a fiery attitude and mean sarcastic streak. Marvin just exudes a natural confidence Henrik always had to work hard to display, a cunning that put them at an advantage in most situations; it was strange seeing them all grown up, perfectly comfortable with who they had become, while he was scrambling to find stability and security.

“I...” they began to say, glancing over the man standing before them, a deep sorrow trapped just behind those beautiful steel-blue eyes. ”Fuck it, you know, what? Let’s get something to drink-- from what I understand, we’ll need the real strong shit today.”

“Isn’t it a little early?”

“It's not like anyone can stop us! Come on, let me get you something to drink, anything you want, with the one condition being we sit down and catch up-- and you have to tell me the truth, no bullshit excuses for why your feelings aren't valid and crap.”

And Henrik agreed, spilling his heart out and reopening tender emotional wounds for Marvin to decipher: all the cheating and deception, complications from the divorce, the draining custody battle. About how Brighton just didn’t feel like home anymore, how he needed to escape from the city to find a place he could call his own.

About soft murmurs breaking through the ocean's waves, the subconscious sense of being watched, observed like a slide under the lens of a microscope by something-- or someone. How the sea seemed to have this hold over him, and peculiar dreams of brilliant scales and moss-colored hair.

Softly groaning, Henrik tips back the last of his drink, gingerly placing the empty glass onto the counter while eyeing Marvin curiously in hopes to gauge their reaction. “...You’re being oddly quiet. Come on, Marv, say something.”

“Rule number one of planning a murder, Hen: you don’t plan it out loud.”

”I just- I feel like I'm losing it,” he says, fidgeting with the hem of his sweater, “either that or I was just already crazy.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Marvin murmurs, placing a reassuring hand onto Henrik's shoulder, "you are not crazy, you've never been and never will be for that matter... Hey, how about you let me look into your little mystery, ok? See what I can find out."

The tender moment is dashed away as the two notice a creaking from upstairs, hearing a window slam shut and someone loudly moving about in the cafe's upstairs apartment. "Oh my God-- stay here Hen, I'll be right back." He watches as Marvin moves across the room, running up the stairs, yelling on their way up. "I swear to god, Jackie! If you snuck in through the fire escape again-"

"Oh, come on, babe! It's not like anyone saw me! Besides, you like it when I sneak in to see you..."

"You're incorrigible."

Playfully arguing, the two make their way back downstairs, finding Henrik waiting for them, a smug grin plastered onto his face. “Having fun?”

“Oh shit! Sorry, Marv, I didn't realize you had a guest-”

”And that’s why you come in through the front door like a normal person,” they assert while rolling their eyes, fighting the urge to slap their partner upside the head. “I’d hoped for you two to introduce you two under better circumstances: Henrik, meet Jackie Wayne, a reporter over at the Delheim Times... and my boyfriend.”

”Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

”Hell yeah, man!" The reporter beams, placing his arm around Marvin's shoulder, ”Romeo over here's told me a lot about you-- all good things I promise! It'll be nice having a new, open-minded doctor in town.”

"Oh? I take it the last doctor-"

"Was a complete asshole? You'd, unfortunately, be correct," Marvin sighs, "Listen, Hen, you look tired, why do you go home and get some rest. I'm sure we'll figure something out if we put our heads together."

"You know, I might just take you up on your offer..."

#schneeplebro #chase brody x henrik von schneeplestein #henrik von schneeplestein x chase brody #chase brody #henrik von schneeplestein #marvelsepticeye #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #thalassophile #basil posts

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poisonedfanfics · 5 years

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The Thing |Schneeplebro|

This was completely inspired by a quote/chat thing that @dead-inside-mcgee posted. Thanks for the inspiration friendo and sorry it’s short! ^^”

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It had been a long and stressful day for the good doctor, he wanted nothing more than to throw himself into his bed and scream it all out of him. It was no surprised that when he walked through the door that his boyfriend, Chase, would greet him,

“Babe you’re home! How was work?” His ever so cheerful voice called from the kitchen, where he was likely cooking dinner. Henrik let out a small sigh as he entered the kitchen, ready to see his relief:

That gorgeous smile, which made it all very much worth it.

When he entered, Chase was standing by the stove, stirring what appeared to be spaghetti. However, as he drew closer to the green haired man, he noticed what could be the worse case scenario in his life,

“You’re not doing it.” Schneep said with a frown. His boyfriend paused and blinked at his words,

“What-“

“Do it.” More confusion and slight concern filled Chase as he stared at his boyfriend, who only continued to frown at him,

“Do what?” He asked for clarity.

“The thing that you do with your face.” It was Chase’s turn to blink. He had no real idea what Henrik was talking about until he finally realized what he was saying,

“Oh you mean smile?” He finally said before doing just that. The German nodded at him as he felt all his day’s stress melt away from him instantly.

This was truly the good shit.

Chase heard Henrik hum in content before he watched his odd ball lover sit down at the dinner table.

Maybe he should smile more for his sake.

#henrik von schneeplestein x chase brody #egoshipping #schneeplebro #dr. schneeplestein x chase brody #henrik x chase #chase brody x henrik von schneeplestein

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lonelyrosegold · 2 years

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The cooler side

Warning: none just fluff

Note: I wrote this with chase in mind but I realized at the end that it can be read as any of the septic egos so enjoy i guess

Also this is unedited cause I don't edit things ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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"What the hell you doing down there?"

Well there's worst ways to wake up, you buried yourself in to the duvet before reluctantly opening your eyes to look at the confused face of your boyfriend

Shuffling around to lay on your back while still staying snug in the dovet "yes?"

"Why are you sleeping this way?"

The way he is referring to is at the foot of the bed, to be more specific your turned around so your head is at the foot

"It got hot up there so I moved" you replied, closing your eyes hopeful to get back to sleep before you have to get up for the day

"but thats the foot of the bed" gesturing to his own feet that sit a little ways away from your face "Says who?, who in the world decided that there was a foot side and a head side?" You replied in a tired spiel, he snorts a bit at this

"Well the headbord is over here for one" he counters back

"Well not all beds have headbords sweetheart, it really a choice to have one or not" you move the blanket to cover your face in a dramatic fashion " well I'll give you that one but I still don't like the idea of sleeping where dirty feet lie"

You quickly remove the blanket from your face "Are you saying you don't clean your feet before going to bed?!"

"Well no bu-" you pop up to smack your pillow in his face "YOU NASTY" he grabs the pillow from you and gives you a good wrack back before putting the pillow back down

"I wear house shoes so my feet usually don't get dirty unlike someone who refuses to wear even socks at home"

"I don't like how they feel" you replie as you scrunch back up under the blanket away from the cold morning air

"I understand that's why I don't say anything" he leans down to give you a small kiss on the lips "but. . ."

"But?"

"I still don't understand why your sleeping at the end of the bed"

You let out a loud tired groan as you throw the blanket back "Then come lay over here and find out" you say as you pat the now open spot next to you " mmmm, fine" he move his pillow next to your and lays down while you throw the blanket over him, cuddle up to his chest he wraps his arm around you and puts his chin on your head

"Nice isn't it" you say, he pulls you in a little more "only cause your here" he says closing his eyes to finally go back to sleep

"Told you so" you give him a kiss and fall back asleep

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number1120 · 3 years

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Could you make something with Schneeplebro(Henrik x Chase)? Maybe where one of Henrik's coworkers comment about something and he starts feeling insecure?

Henrik tried his best not to show the scars on his skin when he’s at work, but he can’t feel eyes looking at his faded scar on his neck and can hear voices whisper about his peach skin wasn’t clear or perfect. Fun, bright Hawaiian shirts turned into long sleeves, and long sleeves turned into turtlenecks or scarfs. Little by little, his smiles faded and his gray eyes were darker than a thunder cloud.

Chase hated seeing him like this.

When he came home on a Friday night after a long shift, Chase already cooked dinner. It was the simplest thing: Mac and cheese and Dino Nuggies with a side of sweet corn. Chase would make this when his kids were upset and had a bad day at school, and the Dino nuggies would make them smile.

Henrik hung up his coat as he watched Chase finish making the noodles. His soft smile came when Chase waved at him a he put a large spoon full of mac n’ cheese in his mouth, making him giggle.

“And what is this?” Henrik asked as he came into the kitchen.

Chase listened the tap run and a he was handed a glass of water. “I thought you would enjoy some quality food.”

Henrik hugs him from behind and rested his head on his shoulder. “I’m honored.” Then he kisses his cheek. “It was a rough day in the ER,. A woman came in...”

And he told him about his day, telling about how people came in and out. Soon, Henrik was in a different shirt, changing from his work shirt to normal shirt-sleeve, his scars in the open as he ate with Chase. He tried to tell Chase that dinosaur nuggets are for children, but he had to agree they tasted better in this shape. Then, the perfect night ended with cuddles and soft kisses here and there. Chase wanted him to forget his job and their eyes watching him.

To him and the night, Henrik was beautiful. Scars and all.

#my writing #my ships #jacksepticeye #jse egos #jacksepticegos #jacksepticeye egos #chase #chase brody #chase bro average #jse chase #henrik #dr henrik von schneeplestein #henrik von schneeplestein #dr schneeplestein #jse henrik #henrik x chase #chase x henrik #answer

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mothgodofchaos · 2 years

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Poppet

He’s a bastard and I love him. Also, this isn’t my fault that I’ve been brainrotting this concept for literally days. Definitely in the horror category.

Antisepticeye x GN!Reader if you squint?? TW: knife, blood, bite, puppets Words: 954

You sit at your computer, doom scrolling on Tumblr for what feels like ages, post after post, nothing scratching your brain the way you wished it would. Post, post, reblog, like, post, like, post, reblog, reblog… An endless loop of mundane, trying to add a little bit of something interesting as you lay in bed, trying to fall asleep. But then a particular art piece catches your eye. Puppets… You always hated puppets. Their oddly human quality that just was slightly off. Mannequins were even worse, but puppets were a more constant fear. Your screen glitches as you click on the art, and the puppet slowly begins to move, as if someone is manipulating the strings. You’re fascinated, trying to see if it’s a gif, or perhaps a video and you just didn’t notice. Green claws pop into view, the puppet slowly starting to look like a stereotypical man in one of those old silent movies. He seems to be screaming for help, but you can’t hear him, even with your volume at max. A piercing screech comes through the speaker of your phone, causing you to throw it across the room. A mechanical giggle, seemingly getting louder, coming from all the electronics in your room. The same hand reaches through your computer screen, grasping onto your desk, crushing the solid hardwood into dust like it’s nothing. You scream, which just makes the giggling louder. The lights go out, and you scramble for a flashlight. The green figure continues to slowly crawl out of your computer screen, the only other light source in the room. Glowing claws and tattoos catch your attention, distracting you until you feel like you’re being watched, looking slightly up to meet a pair of glowing eyes and a mouthful of sharp teeth. You try to break for the door, the cackle following you as you run through your house, mocking your every movement. You feel it constantly around you, as if you’re just not quite fast enough to lose whatever is chasing you. You’re not, but this is fun, instilling the fear into you that he feeds off of. Why not make his meal just a bit more sweet with a little bit of a chase, oh how he loves playing games. He always liked playing with his food anyways. You get to the front door, just to be met with the same grin again, blocking your exit. You try to go for the back door, just to be met with a knife to your throat. Your breath hitches as he giggles right into your ear. “Gotcha~” Staying perfectly still, you close your eyes, waiting for the perceived inevitable, just to be met with a disgusting lick up the side of your neck, buzzing into your skin. He purrs, fangs barely grazing your skin. “I t’ink I’ll make ye my poppet, how’s t’at~?” He coos you as he takes a bite into a neck, releasing a cry out of you as you squirm, trying to not make it worse while also looking for an escape. The blade presses into your neck a bit harder, a warning to stop squirming. He pulls away, stepping back to obscenely lick your blood off his teeth. Trying to run again, you find yourself unable to move. “I said yer mine now, poppet~” Your arms move as if being pulled by strings, his hand flexing as he watches you with amusement. Fingers dancing as you move side to side, as if he’s the one controlling your movements. You try and scream, only to find your voice and ability to move your mouth gone. You can only blink and move your eyes, but wonder to yourself if that’s something he’s letting you keep for his amusement as well. He walks you into your living room, sitting on your couch, hand still flexed. Tears roll down your face, which he gets up and quickly licks off, humming contently. You can feel him feeding off your fear, and as much as you don’t want to give into it, you can’t help but feel trapped. He’s made you become everything you ever feared. “T’e name’s Anti, yer poppetmaster~” Green strings appear from his fingers as he flexes his hand, connecting to your wrists, ankles, all major joints, keeping you in the air on display in front of him. He glitches around you, inspecting his new plaything very carefully. “Ye’ll do nicely in my collection, yer much stronger t’an all t’e rest o’ my poppets~” He pulls you in by your waist to him, and in a flash of green you’re on a stage. You look around you, the slightest control of your head, still lacking the ability to speak. You see a doctor, a younger looking skater dude, a superhero, a magician, but you notice two spots are empty. Green strings are attached to all of them, all in various states of fear, the cackle returning to echo around the auditorium. You feel tugs as you’re pulled into one of the two empty spots, the one in the middle still left empty. “Apologies, let me introduce ye t’ my favorite~” The same man from the art before lowers down from the rafters of the stage, tired, seemingly saddened by the sight of you on the stage with him and the other men. He nods to you, before hanging his head, eyes closed. “Ye might beat him in terms o’ favorites, we’ll see t’ough~” You try and struggle still, given a bit of autonomy to squirm mid-air, still handing by your puppet strings. Anti walks over to you, holding your chin tight, forcing you to look at him in the eye. “Ye have an audience, let t’e show begin~!”

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anxiousboi-char · 4 years

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Egoshiptober, Day 2 - Shared item

Pairing: Schneeplebro (Henrik x Chase)

Words: 900

Warnings: none

Covering themselves from the rain to the best of their ability, Chase and Henrik finally reached a bus stop with a small plastic roof, allowing them to take cover and stop. They were both soaked, though the leather coat Henrik was wearing proved itself to be far more water-resistant than Chase’s jacket. Leaning against each other, they tried to catch their breaths, slowly walking over to a bench and sitting down.

“...That was almost cool,” Chase chuckled shortly, taking off his hat and squeezing it, causing water to literally flow from it.

“If you say so,” Henrik shrugged, leaning back and taking deep breaths. He obviously wasn’t as used to running as Chase was. “Do you have tickets?” he asked between his wheezes.

“Yep,” Chase nodded, digging through his pocket for a moment before pulling out two miraculously not soaked bus tickets. “We don’t have to walk any further,” he assured.

“Good,” Henrik nodded. “I can’t wait to get home and finally rest,” he muttered.

Not talking much more, the two waited for their bus to arrive while listening to the raindrops drumming against the bus stop and the pavement, reminding them of what would happen if they tried to get home on foot. After sitting there for over 5 minutes, they saw headlights in the distance and could tell that it was their ride. They both got up from the bench and got ready to walk through the rain for just a couple seconds to make it into the bus.

As soon as the vehicle pulled over and the doors opened, the two covered themselves again and rushed inside, somehow not getting much more soaked than they already were. Inside, it was somewhat warmer than they assumed it would be, but still too cold for them to get fully comfortable. Soon after entering and scanning the tickets, Chase spotted two free seats next to each other, so he took Henrik’s hand and carefully led him towards them, doing his best to keep his balance as the bus started. Finally, they both made it there and sat down next to each other, still holding hands.

“Here we go,” Chase sighed, relaxing in his seat for a moment before finally letting go of Henrik’s hand and taking off his soaked jacket. Henrik watched him do it with a frown forming on his face.

“Won’t you get cold?” he asked after seeing his boyfriend just put it away.

“I’d rather be freezing than freezing and soaked,” Chase answered with a shrug. Sighing quietly, Henrik pulled off his coat, and handed it to his boyfriend.

“We both know I handle the cold weather better,” he stated when he was met with confusion in Chase’s eyes. Shrugging again, his boyfriend took it and hesitantly put it on. It was completely dry inside and was still warm from being worn a moment earlier.

“Whoa, this is… nice,” Chase smiled, snuggling into it. “Just tell me if you get cold too, alright?” he requested. Henrik nodded.

“Of course,” he promised. With a soft smile, Chase leaned against his shoulder.

The other side of the coat was still somewhat wet, but Henrik didn’t seem to care while wrapping his arm around Chase, pulling him a bit closer. For a moment, they just sat like that, but eventually, the doctor’s peace was disturbed by his boyfriend sitting up and digging through his jacket’s pocket. Eventually, he pulled out his phone and a pair of earphones before looking up at Henrik.

“...Wanna listen to some music?” he offered, already plugging the earphones into the phone. Henrik sighed while nodding, he knew full well that their music taste was very different.

“Alright, if you want to,” he agreed, taking one of the earphones and putting it into his ear.

“Awesome,” Chase smiled, taking the other one and unlocking his phone to play some music on it while going back to leaning against Henrik’s shoulder.

They didn’t say anything for quite some time, just listening to music and cuddling each other, still hearing the soft tapping of raindrops outside. After no more than three songs, Henrik could feel Chase leaning more heavily against him, but he simply assumed that he was relaxing more. Only when he glanced down at him after some more time he recognized that his boyfriend was asleep.

“Chase-” he tried to say before realizing what happened. A soft smile appeared on his face as he shifted slightly to make sure he was comfortable. “Of course,” he muttered to himself, wrapping his hands around him. “...I love you, Meine Liebe,” he added quietly.

“I…” Chase murmured, blinking slightly but quickly closing his eyes again. “Love ya too, Hen…” he finished somehow, on the brim of falling back asleep again. Henrik didn’t expect to get an answer, but he certainly wasn’t disappointed.

“Rest some more… I’ll wake you up near our stop,” he promised, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on top of his head. Chase breathed something incomprehensible before relaxing and drifting off again.

Henrik kept smiling while watching his boyfriend falling back asleep, still holding him gently while his attention slowly shifted to looking outside and making sure that they wouldn’t miss their stop. The music continued to play from Chase’s earphones and eventually, the doctor had to admit that their favorite songs weren’t so different after all. The only unfortunate thing about that ride was having to stay awake while feeling so cozy and tired, but that certainly was something he was willing to put up with if it meant Chase getting some rest instead.

#egoshiptober #fic.char #Here we go I managed to catch up!#And I feel like I followed the prompt a tad better this time bc they even shered t w o things here #ego shipping #schneeplebro #henrik x chase #Henrik #henrik von schneeplestein #schneep #jse schneep #chase #chase brody #jse chase #My writing

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deceptive-jo · 3 years

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@sides-egosfanfic-art finally got it done!

Words: 598

Henrik awoke with a wide grin. Today was going to be great! He glanced outside to marvel at the red and yellow trees and threw on a turtleneck sweater. It was Saturday, his day off for once, so he could take his time and properly get done. He deserved to look nice on his birthday after all! Smile still wide on his face he made his way down into the dining room, where the others were eating. "Good morning", Edward handed him his coffee mug. "A great morning", Henrik respondet, expecting some sort of birthday wishes from his partner. When none came he decided to go for a little push, "You know what day it is?" "Yeah, saturday", Edward respondet grumpy, "which means that I'll have to work at the clinic." Finally Henrik's smile fell. "What do you mean? You said you were free today?" "Yeah, well Chuck just called me, they need me for a patient", he swiftly stood up and with a short peck on his boyfriend's cheek he was out of the door.

Henrik looked after him with a heartbroken expression. Had Edward really just forgotten his birthday? Chase came up beside him and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Hey man, I'm sure it's nothing. You know how he is when he's stressed", it didn't really help Henrik's mood, especially when Chase noticed himself how lame those excuses sounded, "In the meantime, how 'bout we get going. Marvin's holding open some seats for us, maybe that will take your mind off of things."

By the time they reached the theatre Henrik's mood had lifted a little. They'd stopped at his favourite café for waffles and could now take their seats in one of the front rows. Besides having seen it numerous times the show never ceased to amaze Henrik. One trick followed after the other, with cards disappearing, animals reappearing, flames, smoke and explosions! By the time of finish his mood was significantly better and almost none of his thoughts were directed towards Edward. "I sadly have to proclaim that there's only one trick left for tonights show", Marvin exclaimed, playing along to the audiences shouts, "and for that one I'll need a volunteer!" Immediately arms shot up but Marvin ignored them all in favour of staring at Henrik. Of fucking course. The doctor tried to hide his amusement when he was directed on-stage and asked for his name. Marvin had pulled this stunt with his other brothers before, so this was no suprise. He just always changed the trick with them, so there was no way for Henrik to know what would come next. "You see, good sir", oh yeah, Marvin was having a blast, "I have this box, without sides. Now I will ask you to step into this box before I'll cover it and begin spinning." Henrik did as told. This was a normal disappearance act, nothing could really go wrong here and he trusted his brother after all. But after a while the spinning stopped. Had the trick not worked? The cloth was pulled off and he could see Marvin clearly in the dark- wait what? "Happy birthday!" The lights went on and only now could he see his family standing in one of the backstage rooms with him. He barely had time to take in their faces and decorations before he was pulled into a tight hug by- Edward? "You didn't forget?", Henrik breathed out. "Of course not! I love you after all!" "I love you too." They ignored the cheers at their kiss. Today was really going great!

#shipping requests #dr schneeplestein x dr iplier #markiplier egos #jacksepticeye egos #henrik von schneeplestein #dr iplier #chase brody #marvin the magnificent

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twisted-broth · 5 years

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Can you write something with reader making scarves and hats for the Sides and/or the Egos? -&

Thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took so long but I hope you like it

Warnings: small mention of choking, Remus

Jacksepticegos:

Anti can’t have a scarf cuse the fuzz would irritate his next wound

So he gets a cute black hat

Will only wear it when he has no other choice

Complains that it’s itchy and doesn’t go with his look but he actually really appreciates it

Schneeps scarf would be the same blue as his mask

Sad that he can’t wear it while working but will definitely wear it all other times

Fiddling with the tassels at the end helps him calm down after a stressful day

Robbies hat is purple with white polka dots

Oh my god you could not have made him happier he loves it so much

Will wear it all the time no matter the weather

He’s always a little chilly so it works out

Chase would get a grey and blue striped scarf with the bro average logo on the ends

Loves showing it off in videos but would refuse to sell copies as merch it’s just for him

Holds it close when he’s sad because it reminds him that someone loves him

Jackie’s scarf would be the same red as his uniform so that he could wear them together

It motivates him when he’s fighting crime because he remembers the people that he needs to protect

JJ’s scarf would be sepia and it has little reel things at the ends like the ones at the sides of old film you know what I mean

He wears it with a knot in the front so he can tuck it into his vest it looks very dapper

Honestly like exactly what his outfit was missing it’s perfect

Marvin’s scarf would be white with the card suits repeated along it

Doesn’t like to wear it when he’s working because he’s afraid of it getting ruined

Honestly like his most prized possession tho

It also goes great with his hair

Sanders Sides:

For the original four sides, you would make them scarves that match their Christmas sweaters

Logan’s would be white with those color squares on it

He would really appreciate how it’s not too outrageous and thinks it looks very smart

Likes to wear it when he reads if he’s not in his unicorn onesie

Virgil’s is purple with grey patches and streaks of gold to represent the storm cloud

Becomes a huge comfort item for him. Whenever he’s cuddled up in his jacket he tucks his face in it and is just surrounded by warmth and happy

He tends to poke through the crochet holes with his fingers. It’s a nervous habit but it calms him down

Romans scarf would be white with diagonal red stripes like his sash that are lined with gold and it has gold tassels

He is so proud of it like if anyone so much as looks at it he’s on a spiel about his wonderful (friend or s/o), Y/n and how they made it specifically for him and wow aren’t they so talented

He used to dislike winter but now looks forward to it so he can whip out the scarf

A little jealous that you made one for everyone tbh

Patton’s would be that light blue and would have a line of little cats and dogs

It’s super soft he probably sleeps with it sometimes

He literally adores it

A scarf for Deceit would look like a yellow snake, scales and all

It even has a little tongue poking out it’s sooo cute

Gets really upset that he can’t tell you how much he likes it but you get the idea

Really makes him feel like part of the group

A scarf for Remus would be a green ombré with the same gold trim as Roman

A little glittery to match his sash

He’s super dramatic with it

Flicks it over his shoulder like a diva with a boa

Basically they all love it and would die for you

NateWantsToBattle Egos

I only know a few so apologies

You would make Natemare a metallic purple beanie that matches his eye makeup

Goes really well with his hair

Likes wearing it in the videos of some of his calmer songs

Perfect for the fall cuse the purple contrasts all the orange leaves which makes for the cutest wallpaper if you manage to snap a picture

It’s just super cute okay

For Phantom you would make a red scarf that matches his shirt

It has some silver detailing at the ends that’s reminiscent of claws and it looks really cool when it moves

Doesn’t like to wear it when he’s out because he’s gotta keep up the intimidating vibe but he loves wearing it at home

Purposefully keeps the house a little colder than necessary just so he can feel comfortable with it on

If you complain about it being too cold he’ll wrap both of you up in the scarf so now you can’t escape

I meant that in like a cute way but it came out very threatening

You would make Natpai a beanie to go with his uniform

It’s black with a white lining and smaller gold trim

He def wears it to school when it starts getting colder

Knows better than to say you made it for him cuse you would be hunted

It looks really good all together tho

Iplier Egos

For my own sanity I’m only gonna do a couple but you’re free to request for any other egos. These are my defaults so specify if you want others

A scarf for Dark would be like the same grey as his skin, but it would have a bit of blue on one end and a bit of red on the other

Not really a huge fan of it but he knows you put a lot of work into it so he wears it anyway

If any other ego tries to make fun of it anti he will make them regret it

It starts to grow on him after a while

Wilford would, of course, get a classic bubble gum pink scarf that matches his mustache

You may have slipped a bit of bubble gum extract on to it so it smells like bubble gum

His face lights up when he gets it and he will hug you so tightly you might lose a rib

Wears it all the time except when he has an interview because he still wants to show off his bowtie

He won’t be as subtle as Dark if someone insults it. He will just shoot them.

You get a scarf for each Google with their corresponding color and maybe a few black lines to make it resemble a circuit board

Points out that he’s a robot and doesn’t need to stay warm

You just roll your eyes and wrap it around his neck

He looks confused, but he doesn’t take it off and eventually grows used to it

Will probably forget it’s there at some point and if someone points it out he’ll look down and smile and realize he needs it for other reasons

You make the Host a black scarf with quotes from his favorite book written in white

It’s really a lot of effort to put in for someone who can’t see

He still really appreciates it and almost never takes it off

Deathly afraid that some of the blood from his eyes will drip onto it so you help reassure him and change his bandages more often

You would make Bing a scarf that matches his shirt which is black with the yellow Bing symbol

Calls it “super rad bruh” which is probably a good thing

At one point he’s wearing it while skateboarding and it somehow gets stuck in the wheels which leads to Bing falling down some stairs and almost choking to death but it’s still pretty funny

You have since banned wearing a scarf while skateboarding

He spends a really long time trying to fix the damage that was done to it so you won’t be upset

It doesn’t turn out good, per se, but it’s nice that he tried

Bim Trimmer’s scarf would be pretty simple, black with crisscrossing grey lines

Doesn’t wear it on screen bc he’s clearly a professional but will wear it when he goes out of the house

Okay but if you guys were on a coffee date or something and he’s wearing the scarf it would be super cute

He’s a little easier to talk to when he’s wearing it. It humbles him

You make a light blue scarf for reporter Jim and a red one for cameraman Jim

It’s honestly so you can tell them apart easier

When you give it to them, reporter Jim goes on a very long-winded observation on the color and craftsmanship

“Look at this expert handiwork, Jim! And what’s that? Why it’s a knot, carefully concealed by the rest of the material. This is a rare sighting.”

Once the cameras aren’t rolling, they individually come up to you and give you a hug and tell you how much they appreciate it

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