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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Just wanted to say that I started drawing my humanized Gd characters,

Yea, that's it,

*dissapears*

-hidden anon

As you should 😌

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

38,39 and 40 for the septic egos☺(sorry I have no ideas what to choose😓)

It’s okay dear! These three prompts go quite well together ^^ (Also Merry Christmas Eve ya’ll ^w^)

(38. “This calls for eggnog.”)(39. “I can’t believe no one has spiked the eggnog yet.”)(40. “Just how much eggnog have you had?”)

“I’m so glad that all of you could make it,” Jack beamed at the group of people gathered in the living room, you included. “This party has been absolutely amazing so far. But..you know what this calls for?”

You and the egos exchanged glances, although deep down you all had a good idea of what he was going to say next. But you silently looked back at the YouTuber, seeing his smile grow wide as he reached into one of the grocery bags.“This calls for eggnog~!” He declared, holding up a glass bottle of the sacred drink triumphantly, before setting it down on the table where there were snacks and other drinks laid out. “So yeah, there it is. Go crazy. It’s Christmas Eve, so as they say.. drink and be merry!”One by one the egos got up to get a glass of eggnog, with the exception of Henrik who ventured to the kitchen to brew some coffee first and have his infamous “Eggnoffee”.However, you stayed on the couch and shot a look at Jack as he sat down next to you, knowing damn well exactly what his intentions were. “You spiked it didn’t you?”“Yep,” he chuckled, “only a little bit, though, so it shouldn’t be too bad.”But oh boy…how wrong he was.……….“I can’t believe no one has spiked zhe eggnog yet..”“Henrik..not even a minute ago you were trying to check my heartbeat by putting that stethoscope to my head….”“Sooooo vhat does zhat mean?”“It means you’re drunk, pal.”“Ohhhhhh.”With a sigh, you shook your head, before glancing back at the group of drunken men in the living room. Jackieboy was telling Chase how the eggnog gave him the ability to “see sounds”, which made the father stare at him in wonder. Meanwhile Marvin and Anti were teleporting around and playing a rather dangerous game of tag as Angus drunkenly narrated the scene. And finally Shawn and Jameson were sitting by the table, having a drinking contest with shot glasses.It seemed those two were the only ones actually able to hold their liquor.Even so, you couldn’t believe that damn Irishman would leave you at the mercy of his lookalikes to get some last minute Christmas gifts. Lord only knows how much longer you could keep your sanity.“I swear I’m gonna kill him….” You muttered so quietly. At first you thought nobody, not even Henrik, heard it…but you were horribly mistaken as a certain glitch popped up in front of you.“Kill?” Anti repeated, swaying slightly with a lopsided grin on his face. “I’d be…..glad to kill somebody for ya~!!” He giggled as in his hands appeared a……plushie of Sam?For quite some time, you, him, and Henrik stared at the plush, confused as to how he was able to summon it. But then the demon shrugged and smiled, sitting down on the other side of you and cuddling with Sam, seemingly forgetting about wanting to kill anybody.You smiled a bit at his childish nature and ruffled his hair. Under normal circumstances that simple gesture would mean certain death for you, but now it just made Anti’s smile widen. He closed his eyes and rested his cheek on your shoulder. "Ya mind….. doin’ that again?”“…sure. Why not?” You chuckled softly, running your fingers through his hair once more, which elicited a…purring noise?“Anti? Just how much eggnog have you had? I’m curious.”“Hmm…maybe two….or four…one and a half….eh who fuckin’ cares,” he grumbled. “How….about you?”“I didn’t have any,” you told him. “Somebody’s gotta stay sober and watch you guys.”Anti mumbled something else, but before you could ask him what he said, you heard light snores coming from him as he fell asleep.After a few minutes, though, you had to get up, so you carefully tried to get the demon into an upright position. But instead he fell over into Henrik’s lap as soon as you stood up. Thankfully, though, the doctor had already passed out as well and he didn’t even seem to feel the extra weight on him.As you made your way out of the living room, you came across a rather groggy and agitated Robbie, who had a frown on his face and another Sam plushie tucked under his arm. You had almost forgotten that he went to his room, as the music, lights, and festivities overwhelmed his senses a little bit.The poor guy must have woken up when he heard the shouts and laughter of the others.“What’s..with..all the…noise..?” He mumbled, rubbing his eye, although when he looked past you and saw what was happening, he looked confused. “Why are..they..acting..?”“They’re fine, Rob,” you reassured him. “They just…had some drinks that do..silly stuff to their brains.”The zombie blinked slowly, but nodded in slight understanding. “Do..you wanna…?”“Yeah. I just need a break…I feel like I’ve been babysitting toddlers for the past hour.” You rubbed the side of your head. “I swear Jack owes me big time for-”“Heyyyyyy.”Turning around, you saw Marvin standing there with a slight frown on his face. “Where’s Jack? What did you do with him?” He growled lowly.Taking a step back, you quirked an eyebrow at his behavior. Normally the magician wasn’t an angry person…but then again, though, this was the first time you’ve ever seen him drunk. “Marvin. He went out for a little while and left me in charge of-”“Wh-What..? He..He left us?” His previous angered expression faltered into a sad one, although seconds later he snapped as he threw a bolt of bright blue magic at the wall, leaving burn marks on the surface of it.“H-Holy shit..” You quickly put an arm behind you to shield the zombie, worry forming a knot in your stomach. “Marv..just calm dow-”“HE ABANDONED US!!” He screamed, his eyes glowing blue with rage. “I KNEW HE’D GET SICK OF US! I KNEW THAT HE’D NEVER BRING ME BACK! IF…I-IF IT WASN’T FOR THOSE FANS I WOULDN’T FUCKING E-EXIST! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHIN’ WRONG! SO WHY WOULD HE JUST FORGET ABOUT-?!”“Marvin!” You grabbed both of his wrists, gripping them firmly and looking at him in the eye. “He hasn’t abandoned you. He just went down to the store and he’ll come back. I promise.”Almost immediately, Marvin’s eyes reverted to normal, and he looked back at you with tears welling up in them. But before you knew it, he was weeping in your arms.“I-I-I’m sorry, [y/n]..” He sniffled. “…I should’ve…I-I should’ve known h-he’d never do that t-to us…h-he loves us too much…”With a sigh, you wrapped your arms around him, patting his back. ‘So..he has mood swings when he’s drunk…’ You thought.

Looking over his shoulder you noticed the concerned and confused faces of the others, except for Henrik and Anti who were still asleep somehow. You simply smiled and waved them off, reassuring them you had the situation under control.

“Marv..?” Robbie mumbled behind you, worried about his friend. “What’s…wrong?”The magician’s sobs died down when he heard the zombie speak, and he glanced up to look at him with a big smile. “R-Robbie..my dude..c-come here..” Letting go of you, he went to hug him, ruffling his hair. “Ya know..y-you’re my..my greatest creation. I..I couldn’t be a more proud father.” He chuckled. “I love ya so much, Robbie..y-you’ve been a good boy…the best boy! You’re at the…the top of the Nice list! Don’t ever forget that okay?”Robbie blinked in confusion, although he hugged Marvin back and smiled, appreciating the affection he was giving him.You simply chuckled, shaking your head.Maybe Jack’s idea wasn’t so bad after all…although you weren’t sure how you were going to explain the burn mark on the wall to him…