#egochristmas

[lostcybertronian]

EgoChristmas- Day 16

Prompt: Frigid

Pairing: Loceit

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Deceit was woozy. Sleepy, almost. His head lolled against the back of his armchair, and his eyes fluttered on the verge of close for long moments before he snapped them open again. His entire body shuddered and he shrank in on himself, freezing despite the three blankets he had wrapped around him. The heat had gone out in Thomas’ apartment, and all the Sides were struggling.

“Deceit.” The Dark Side glanced up to see Logan hovering in the doorway to his room, his hand raised as if to knock.

“What do you want?” Deceit tried to snap, though there was very little edge to his voice. Still, he managed a snake-eyed glare that fell just below “menacing.” “Don’t you have dictionaries to read and ‘justice’ to deliver?””

“Well,” Logan said, stepping into the room, “I was reading my dictionary when I realized that you are probably suffering the most out of all of us.”

Deceit smirked. “Nice to finally be recognized.”

Logan didn’t react. “Quite. What I mean is, Deceit, is that your metabolism is slowing. Though you aren’t going through more severe symptoms of reptilian reaction to cold because you are half-human.”

“And did you come all the way over here just to tell me that?” Deceit sneered. “I am so much warmer now, Logan. Thank you.”

Logan approached the armchair. “I come to offer my body heat.”

“You what?” He couldn’t believe his ears. “You-”

“Believe that I could provide sufficient warmth to counteract the worst of the side effects.” Logan gestured to the empty space. “May I?”

After a minute of hesitation-- where Deceit felt strongly tempted toward laughing in the Side’s face-- the snake nodded, and scooted to allow Logan to sit.

Arms curled around him and Logan pulled him back against his chest, sinking back into the cushions so they were curled together. 

It was oddly comfortable, and Logan was oddly warm, his body seeming to radiate heat that Deceit gladly absorbed, until the shivering finally stopped and he was able to relax, head bobbing.

“Are you feeling any better?” Logan asked some time later, peering at him through his thick glasses. But he wouldn’t get any answer; Deceit was fast asleep.

[khsupergeekartblog]

Ego-Christmas [2018]

#6 Angel

Chica is a dog I love ever since she was revealed. Three years later I still love the pupper with all my heart and even the new addition Henry, but he'll be possibly in another drawing ;)

[a1000bees]

@jim-protection-squad wanted a side by side of Mark and Ethan’s gingerbread house from last year and Jack’s house for this year. I’m not naming names but I think SOMEONE is better at building houses……or just building in general @therealjacksepticeye @markiplier @crankgameplays

[fioxis]

They kissu Day One of Ego Christmas - Mistletoe

[a-heist-of-words]

The Jims have all hung up their stockings by the fireplace for St. Nick to find!

[alcordraws]

Ego Christmas Day 2-hot chocolate I’m like ten minutes late but I love soft Dark too much not to share

[theawkwardladyjay]

Egochristmas #12: Cider

Okay, so this one barely got written. I was able to squeeze a little bit of time between study sessions, so yay! I had no idea what to do for this one, so I just started writing the Jims and they did most of the work for me.

You can also read it here

Enjoy!

“The apples hide within, Jim,” Field Reporter Jim whispered, gesturing at a locked door, “But how do we enter the sealed abode? Perhaps a key will get us in! Or perhaps a torch to melt the lock! Or! Perhaps a diversion to entice the candy man from his hiding place!”

Cameraman Jim flipped around at the sound of footsteps behind him, pointing his beloved camera at the demon rounding the corner. His fellow Jim continued talking, but Jim found the demon much more interesting than Jim’s ramblings.

The demon looked up from the phone in his hands at the sound of Jim’s voice and rolled his eyes, pocketing the device and stopping in front of the Jims. He placed his hands behind his back and eyed them, “And what are you two doing, dare I ask?”

Field Reporter Jim jumped at the demon’s voice, letting out an unbecoming squawk, “Demon! Jim, the demon has discovered our plot! We must run, Jim! Run!”

Jim scurried away, rounding the corner before he collapsed. Cameraman Jim followed, keeping his camera focused on the demon.

When he was safely out of the demon’s sight, he stopped and zoomed in on the demon’s face. A shiver went down his spine at the gaze. What anger! Surely, if any man looked directly into such fury he would be turned to stone! Thank goodness for his trusty camera. The demon glared down in their direction before he stepped up to the candy man’s door and rapped on it. Jim sucked in a breath of air. What would happen when the door opened? No Jim had ever seen the two warring heads interact. Perhaps there would be a bloody war. Or maybe a simple fisticuffs. Or perhaps one would destroy the other with a single move.

Jim looked down at his fellow Jim then back to the patiently waiting demon. Surely Jim would understand? Without thinking too much about his decision, Jim rolled to the other side of the hall, lying flat on his stomach, his camera trained on the demon and the door. Luckily, the demon didn’t notice him.

Soon the door opened and the candy man appeared, a wide grin brightening his curly mustache, “Darkipoo! What brings you to my humble abode?”

The demon rolled his eyes at the greeting. Jim waited expectantly. Would this be the end of the shaky peace treaty between the two?

“Wil, I believe the Jims are expecting some of your cider. Two of them were just loitering out here a few moments ago.”

“Ah, yes! I was wondering when they would drop by! Where are they now?” the candy man questioned. He looked down the hall and Jim felt a sense of pride. Sneaky Jim had taught him well. Even the candy man could not see him!

“I’m afraid I might have scared them off.”

There was an element of sadness underneath the demon’s annoyance and Jim looked up at him surprised. Was he imagining things?

The candy man smiled softly, “Don’t worry, Darky. They’ll get used to you eventually. They like The Host, after all. You remember how uncomfortable he made them at first. You’re just a little more… intense.”

“I know, Wil. Thank you. Now might I have that cider? I may as well get it for them while I’m here. Who knows when they’ll think to come back.”

The candy man grinned cheekily, “Sure thing. But I think a little bit of payment is in order first,” he leaned forward and closed his eyes, his lips puckered.

The demon rolled his eyes, “Really, Wil? It’s not even for me.”

The candy man raised his eyebrows expectantly.

Jim watched in confusion. Was this some kind of demon ritual?

The demon sighed and leaned forward as well, softly pressing their lips together. Jim gasped at the sight. They were lovers! What a story this would be!

“Okay, now hand over the cider,” the demon drawled, pulling away slowly.

The candy man grinned, “As you wish, my dear,” he disappeared for a moment before coming back with a basket of bottles.

Jim almost started to drool. The candy man’s apples were so close yet so far. He zoomed in on the basket, his stomach clenching when he realized that he would still have to go through the demon to get his hands on the prize. If only Thieving Jim was here! He would know what to do!

The demon started down the hall towards Jim and he panicked. He scrambled back across the hall, crouching next to Field Reporter Jim. Even Sneaky Jim couldn’t get out of this situation.

The basket thumped to the ground in front of Jim and he squeaked, looking up at the demon in terror. The demon scowled back at him. No! He was not scowling! A small smile was pulled onto his lips and Jim was in awe.

“Give Mother Jim my regards,” the demon rumbled before he turned and walked away.

Jim watched him leave, flipping his camera from the basket to the demon’s back until he was out of sight. He looked down at Field Reporter Jim and placed the camera next to his hip, grabbing the basket and placing it on his lap. He pawed through the bottles, inspecting each one for any signs of tampering. When he found none, he looked back up at where the demon had disappeared.

Perhaps the demon was not a character to be feared. Perhaps he could be an ally to the Jims. Something told Jim he would be a very good ally indeed.

[egopocalypse]

25 Days of Egos- Day 1: Mistletoe

        Marvin never expected this to happen when he put the spell on the mistletoe.

        Well, technically Chase was the one to come up with the idea, but it was Marvin’s own fault for falling for it.

        So now here he was, stuck in the doorway to the kitchen, unable to move until someone else got trapped under the tiny plant. And the only way to break the spell was to kiss.

        Oh, he was so going to hex Chase when he got out of this.

        “Marvin??”

        The magician turned around to see none other than Jackieboy Man staring curiously at him. Marvin flushed in embarrassment, and was grateful that his mask covered most of his face so that it hid his expression from the superhero.

        “Oh. H-hi, Jackie.” Marvin stammered. Immediately he started to curse himself for his stupidity in his head. Why did he have to be the one to find him?? This was going to ruin everything. Stupid Chase.

        “Are you alright??” Jackie asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Marvin didn’t know if Jackie was concerned about him or was just wondering why he was standing in the middle of a doorway like an idiot.

        “Y-yeah, of course!!” Marvin exclaimed, flinching as he realized he had just shouted in Jackie’s ear. Smooth, Marv. Now he definitely knows something’s up.

        “Are you sure??” Jackie asked, confusion evident in his tone. Marvin deflated, figuring it was better to get it over with now than have some other poor soul- or worse, Anti- get trapped and be forced to participate in this mess of a holiday tradition.

        “No.” Marvin stated, sounding a little sullen as he admitted the truth. “I put a spell on the mistletoe that would keep whoever walked under it stuck until they were kissed by someone else under the spell, and now I’m trapped in the doorway until someone else falls for this stupid thing.”

        Jackie quickly glanced up at the mistletoe before turning his gaze back to Marvin, an unreadable expression on his face. “Have you tried to break the spell with your wand??”

        Marvin’s face flushed even more, and he rubbed his hand behind his neck as he refused to meet Jackie’s eyes.

        “Well, you see…” Marvin started, dragging on the last word. “I uh, I may have left my wand in the kitchen after I performed the spell, and I was going back to get it when I got stuck.”

        Jackie peered into the kitchen, and was able to see Marvin’s wand lying innocently on the counter from where he was standing. He stood for a moment, his eyes flicking back between the mistletoe and the magician, before he finally came to a conclusion.

        “Well, I guess then I’m going to have to get you out.”

        Marvin’s eyes widened considerably, and he paled as he realized what Jackie’s plan was. “B-but the only way to break the spell is to kiss!!”

        Jackie’s eye had a hidden gleam to it, and he smirked as he stepped closer to the boundary of the spell.

        Marvin tried to convince Jackie to stay back, that it wasn’t worth it for both of them to be trapped, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. As Jackie finally was encased in the spell’s confines, he noticed that Marvin stepped back a little bit to make some room for him, even though they were restricted to the width of the doorway.

        “We can probably get away with j-just kissing on the cheeks.” Marvin said, twiddling his thumbs as he seemed to close in on himself. “It technically fulfills the requirement for the spell, and then we can just move on and forget about this-”

        “What if I don’t want to??” Jackie interrupted. Marvin’s head whipped up as he stared at Jackie, his mouth agape.

        “W-what??”

        “I said,” Jackie took a step towards Marvin, his eyes gazing into Marvin’s soul. “What if I don’t want to??”

        And with that, Jackie cupped Marvin’s face into his hands, and kissed him firmly on the lips.

        Marvin let out a gasp of surprise, but let his eyes flutter shut as he started to return the kiss. It was slow and unsure at first, but they quickly fell into a rhythm and started increasing the intensity as they grew confident that the other wouldn’t pull away. Marvin pushed down Jackie’s hood so he could entangle his fingers in the hero’s hair, and in response Jackie pushed Marvin against the doorway. It was like time had stopped, and they were the only thing that was real in each other’s worlds. They felt like they could do this forever.

        Until they heard the sound of a photo being taken.

        “Got ‘em!!” Chase yelled, taking a second to scroll through his pictures of the couple. Marvin and Jackie’s eyes burst open and they jumped back from each other as the moment dissipated. Marvin winced as his head slammed into the doorway, having had nowhere else to go, and he rubbed the sore spot to try to soothe the injury.

        “Chase!!” Jackie exclaimed, a little irritated at the man for ruining the moment.

        “Well, it was about time you two got together!! You two were just lollygagging and hoping the other would say something, I just finally made it happen!!” The father said, trying to defend himself. His eyebrows suddenly rose as he remembered something important. “Oh hey, I gotta tell Schneep about this. He owes me twenty dollars!!”

        Before Jackie could get a word in, Chase turned around and took off in the direction he came from, disappearing around the corner in a flash. The hero let out a frustrated sigh and turned back to Marvin, an unconscious smile tugging at his face as he laid eyes on the magician.

        “Do you wanna go after him, or…” He trailed off, hoping that Marvin could understand what he was trying to say.

        Marvin glanced in the direction Chase went before his eyes met Jackie’s once again. “I’ll let him off the hook for now. It’ll make our revenge taste so much sweeter if he’s not expecting it.”

        Jackie hummed in response as his eyes flicked to Marvin’s lips. “And for now??”

        “For now,” Marvin leans in and pecks Jackie’s lips, quickly pulling back to speak. “I’m fine with just staying here and kissing you.”

        Jackie looks gobsmacked for a second, but then a lovestruck grin appears on his face. “You know what?? I’m fine with that too.”

[cyborgmagpie]

Wilford, upon seeing that Anti is also wearing a huge bow: clearly one of us is going to have to change.

[slytherinprincey]

Ego Christmas 2: Hot Chocolate

Chase no

That's too much

[lostcybertronian]

EgoChristmas- Day 11

Prompt: Fruitcake

Pairing: some Danti, some Darkstache

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Dark was walking down the hall when Anti popped into existence in front of him, stopping the entity dead in his tracks. In his hands he held something lumpy and rectangular that Dark would’ve thought was a brick if he didn’t know any better.

    But, of course, he did know better.

    “Merry fuckin’ Christmas,” Anti announced before he could comment, dropping the brick-thing into his hands. 

    “Is this- is this a fruitcake?” It was hard as a rock and just as heavy, studded with different colored fruit that more resembled blobby gumdrops than fruit. “What is the meaning of this?”

    “The Jims gave it to me,” Anti said, a frown fizzling at the edges of his mouth. “Said it was my ‘Christmas present.’”

    Dark snorted, handing it back. “No thanks.”

    “Ah, come on, Darkie,” Anti whined. He vanished, then re-manifested just over Dark’s shoulder, face split into a malicious grin. He dangled the fruitcake in front of Dark’s face.“I’ll be your best friennndddd . . .”

    Dark groaned, starting once more down the hall, where peace and quiet surely awaited him in his office. “No, Anti. Go find someone else to annoy.”

    “Well fuck you-” Anti began, only to pause suddenly, then laugh to himself, high-pitched and near-hysterical. Dark didn’t turn to see why he was doing so, but he did hear the snap-pop of electricity as Anti disappeared.

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    “The fuck is this?” Something lumpy and brick-shaped and strangely familiar thunked to his desk, prompting Dark to sigh and set down his pen before lifting his head to meet Wilford’s gaze. Clearly he’d been in the middle of a shoot; make-up smudged his face in whites and pinks and cherry lipstick painted his lips bright red. The sight might’ve been humorous had Wilford not been trying to kill him with a glare.

    “The fuck is this?” Wilford repeated, gesturing to the fruitcake sitting on his desk. 

    “Is there a problem?” Dark asked, tone kept carefully bored. Uninterested. Indifferent, even. 

    “Uh, yeah!” Wilford exclaimed, incredulous. “That little green asshole that’s always hangin’ around gave me this and told me it was my Christmas present from you.”

    Dark arched an eyebrow. “And you believed him?”

    “So you have a different present planned?” Wilford beamed and stepped around Dark’s desk, draping himself over the entity’s shoulders, cooing, “oh, don’t tell me! I do love surprises.”

    Dark rolled his eyes. “I’ll do my best to keep you in suspense.”

    “Lovely!” Wilford pressed a lipstick-ed kiss to his cheek, leaving a vivid mark against his gray skin. “Get rid of that fruitcake, though. It’s a monstrosity.” 

    He disappeared in a puff of pink, leaving Dark alone with the fruitcake sitting on his desk.

    Dark glanced at it, then groaned and buried his face in his hands.

[lucimorningstar812]

#egochristmas Day 14- Gingerbread

I’m sorry. I haven’t been feeling well today and my wrist is really sore so this is the best I can do right now

[mayordamien]

🎄 Ego Christmas Day 1: Mistletoe 🎄

You know all you want for Christmas is Dark. 

[fioxis]

THEY BE BROS OK (And this may not be Christmas themed but I really just wanted to draw them hanging out) Day Two of Ego Christmas - Hot Chocolate

[septic-dr-schneep]

There was nothing quite like the stocking tradition. New nails had to be hammered into the fireplace every year, which was a fairly dangerous process in this household; no matter which Ego had the privilege of doing it this year, they never failed to be unnecessarily anal about what tools to use, what brand of nails, and how far apart the nails should be from each other. They all had different methods and manners, but by some miracle, the nails went in and the stockings went up without fail, even if it took all day.

This year, it really had taken all day, as it was Wilford’s turn to put them up. Instead he’d hidden them around the house and told all of the others with a guiltless smirk on his face that if they wanted their stocking to go up, they needed to find their nail. It was meant to be a “fun little scavenger hunt”, a means for them to bond. Google had threatened to “bond” Wilford’s face with the nearest wall, but not even that had fazed the mischief-maker. He was determined to make them work for it.

None of them would dare to admit it, but the hunt was kind of fun after a while, at least after each of them found their own nails and started helping the others. There was some laughter, tears, anger, fear (If Wilford had gotten Chica to swallow one, he was dead meat -- ) but eventually Wilford had all of the nails and was slamming them into the mantle. Dark, who was standing nearby, watched the process until it was finished and then growled wordlessly, turning on his heel and striding down the hall, brushing past the Host as he went. The Host ventured closer to Wilford, who was humming and chuckling as he flung the stockings into their proper places.

“The Host would like to inquire if all of the nails are accounted for,” he asked.

“Yep, this is all of ’em!” Wilford exclaimed, recentering Yandere’s and then bounding away, hollering out to the house, “That’s it! All the stockings are up! Took you all long enough to get the nails t’me!”

The Host stood alone in front of the fireplace, tilting his head at it. Wordlessly he reached out, running a hand over each of the stockings -- counting. When his fingers reached the end, he swallowed, turned and drifted off to his room, finding his warmest pair of socks and smoothing them out carefully on his desk. He could feel blood dripping from the bridge of his nose as he bent his head over them, but it didn’t matter.

Not too long afterward, a pair of limp, bloodstained brown socks snuck quietly onto the mantle, set apart from the others where they dangled from screws, not nails. The names were crooked and oversized, written with a plain black fabric marker...and with love.

Day 17 of the 25 Days of Ego Christmas: Stockings. A member of my family gave me this idea and it broke my heart, but it was too good not to do ;3; The others wouldn’t even consider that Host and Dark would feel left out without stockings of their own. Dark didn’t even ask him to do it, but Host sees a lot more than some of them realize. And now after the holidays he’s going to be walking around in a pair of socks that has his name on one and “Dark” on the other <3

[alcordraws]

Mistletoe

Something short and cute from egochristmas since i haven't had much time all day

"Well would you take a look at that", Dr. Iplier hums, the smile obvious in his voice.

"I can't, I don't have eyes", the Host says deadpan, though the corners of his lips twitch and he doesn't pull away when Dr. Iplier's arms wrap around his waist.

"You know what I mean", Dr. Iplier huffs, slowly closing the distance between them.

The Host knows there's mistletoe hanging above them, innocent as could be, and they're alone in the room, the normal chaos of Egos inc quieted to a distant hush. It's warm, the chill of the coming winter held off by warm sweaters (and the Host feels oddly small without his coat, but it doesn't matter, not with Dr. Iplier's hands steady on his hips.

Their lips brush, delicate at first, until the Host pulls the doctor closer, the world around him black without his narration. But he doesn't feel unsafe, not with his hands in Dr. Iplier's hair, not with his solid body pressed against him. His stomach flutters as they pull away, Dr. Iplier's smile on his mouth for a moment before moving to press a kiss against his cheek.

"I love you", Dr. Iplier murmurs into his skin, eyes full of emotion the Host can't see.

"I love you too", the Host sighs, resting his head on Dr. Iplier's shoulder. He feels content, warm, chest tight in the right way.

"Although, I swear that mistletoe wasn't there before.... Ow!" Dr. Iplier laughs as the Host smacks his shoulder. He swears he didn't narrate it into existence.