#egoshiptober2022

[dapperstein]

Mystery~

Whoops queued this instead of drafting ig 😅 uhh @egoship-stuff because why not

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Day 18: skeleton

It looked like a horror movie set.

Every corner of the house that Jameson went to, he found a skeleton. Human skeleton, animal skeleton, child skeleton, dental arch…

Deep down, he was afraid to check if they were all really fake.

The worst was the scares. It's not every day you walk into the bathroom and see a skeleton on the toilet reading a newspaper, or one in the closet sitting in the corner hugging his legs. Or a mini skeleton with mini skeletal wings leaning against your favorite cup.

Anti listened to him every time he got scared — despite being mute, silence was never JJ's strongest quality — and laughed inwardly.

It was after finding a skeleton lying on the bed in a seductive pose — as best as a set of bones could do — that he went to see his boyfriend.

“My porcelain doll, I admire your enthusiasm in decorating the house for halloween and your determination to play pranks on me,” he commented, sitting next to them on the sofa, “but do you need that many skeletons? I've had a skeleton offering me beer, a skeleton trying to do my hair, a skeleton wanting to have sex with me... I'm a committed man, you know..."

Anti burst out laughing

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Day 29: WTCHR

cw for some creepy homoerotic behaviour and also mentions of reanimating a corpse

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I.R.I.S might be made up of idiots, but every now and then they create something that is worth it. Like for example WTCHR.

Anti loved watching everyone and everything from his cell, it was his hobby when he was bored and didn't want to get his hands bloody. He could watch everything that was happening, but especially that man the scientists had resurrected a few weeks ago.

Jameson Jackson was his name, and he was between 35 and 40 years old when he died. Ah, he was beautiful, perfect in Anti's eyes! And the WTCHR did not disappoint, always feeding his obsessive dreams: he loved seeing all the man's movements, all his emotions, when he thought he was in danger, with fear and confusion in his eyes, breathing hard and getting used to the air of life again... And even those most boring emotions of human beings, like love or happiness; Jameson managed to make even them interesting.

Anti watched intently, with a predatory smile, as the man entered his room. He zoomed in on the camera there, running the palm of his hand around his mouth as if wiping sweat. He needed to get close to Jameson, touch him, find out if his skin was smooth, dry, if the tendons would loosen if he pulled hard enough… It was a necessity. An urgency. A morbid beauty surrounded him, and Anti was a curious entity indeed.

Maybe he should pay Jameson a visit that night…

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Day 28: red

(mention of sex)

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Jameson was quite amazed by that pretty one in the balcony.

Was it a dream? A nightmare?

An angel? A demon?

Or rather a murderer?

He didn't know. He just knew he liked their red hair tips matching with their blood red lipstick.

And liked his name ("Anti" was an unusual name, sure, but he never was one for usual thinga). And liked his voice.

Especially the trembling one moaning his name by the end of the night.

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Day 11: Costumes

— I think we should start thinking about our costumes — Henrik commented, unlocking his cell phone.

— Are we going to a party? — Jackie looked up from his Instagram feed for a moment.

— We have to go trick-or-treating with the kids, but a little party of our own is a cool idea.

— Yeah — he muttered.

Henrik searched for homemade costumes on pinterest.

— I wanted to change this year — he laid down on his boyfriend's lap — I've always dressed up as a mad scientist, but it's saturated, you know? What do you think I could go?

— I could lend you my JBM uniform.

— Could be… I don't know. I wanted something different.

The hero stared at him, stroking his gray hair idly. An idea popped into his mind and he couldn't contain his laughter.

— What are you laughing at?

— You… you could go… — he took a deep breath — as a catboy.

Schneep stood up quickly, eyes wide and brows slightly furrowed. He was the master of involuntary grimaces.

— CATBOY? — Jackie laughed more — CATBOY, JACKIE? THIS IS SOMETHING ANTI WOULD DRESS UP!

— But… but Henny… you would look sexy, you know?… With a tail, ears, fishnets…

— SEXUALIZATION! SEXUALIZATION OF A TRANSGENDER MAN'S BODY! — the hero's face was red with laughter, the doctor's with embarrassment — honestly, Jackie… I expected more from you…

— Oh, Henny, it was just an idea — he took one last deep breath, resting his wide hand on Henrik's white thigh — by the way, if you were a catboy, I could even give you a treat at the end of the night, you know, one last trick… I heard that cats really like hot milk…

— YOU ARE AWFUL!

And he started laughing again.

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Day 7: orange

tagging specially @dapperstein, hope you like grey <3

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Jackie never really liked the color orange. He was more of a red.

Sure, sure, it was a pretty color, it gave the sunset those magical vibes, the fruits were cute, yadda yadda yadda.

But it never fit him.

That one time he dyed his hair orange it was a disaster. Everytime he tried to style an orange piece it looked like shit. And let's not mention the pieces of orange house decorations forgotten in an drawer.

He was sure him and the color orange would never get along. That is, until he met a certain orange cardigan and orange all stars.

Or rather their owner.

Now, Jackie had some orange sprinkled into his wardrobe — most were Chase's, but every now and then he'd try one — and an orange cat named Toast.

Maybe orange did fit him.

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Day 1: coffee

egoshiptober have begin!! starting off mine with some dochero <3

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— Okay, but may I know who this man you like is? — Jackie rested his chin in his palm, watching Henrik nearly choke on his cappuccino.

— I'm… I'm fine… — He coughed some more, covering his mouth. He took a deep breath, putting his hand on his chest, coughing one last time — why do you want to know?

— Curiosity — he shrugged, resting his chin on his hand again — you always talk about him…

Schneep thought for a moment, studying the barista in front of him, his brown hair was pulled back in a braid and the green streaks were starting to fade; it looked as if he had been made for the environment, with its characteristic coffee smell and special icing designs for the doctor.

Well, it didn't hurt to talk… right? He was a 35-year-old man and he knew how to resolve issues like an adult: if something went wrong, he'd run off to the coffee shop across the street — not that the coffee there was as good as Jackie's...

He opened his mouth to speak, but it was as if he'd been choking on his own saliva. The barista was ready to help him again until he himself signaled that it was just a scare.

A humiliating scare. He was 35 years old and couldn't declare himself to the man he liked.

He stared into the wide brown eyes before him, intent, and sighed. Either he spoke or he wasn't called Henrik Von Schneeplestein.

— Okay, Jackie, I'm a disgrace and I can't speak, so follow my logic: I go to three places, right? Hospital — he started enumerating on his fingers — which is where I work, cafeteria, where I go every late afternoon, and the public library I go to on weekends.

— Your life is more boring than I imagined.

— Fuck you. Anyway — a little smirk crept across Jackie's face and he nearly melted right there — it's not a coworker or anyone in the library.

— …OK.

— Think with me, Jackie: who's the only person in the cafeteria that I constantly talk to? That I don't measure efforts to talk? — His voice cracked more and more as he spoke, and he already regretted opening his mouth —… who's the only barista who takes my orders?

Henrik went back to drinking his cappuccino, swinging his left leg. He could almost hear the gears in the barista's brain turning, connecting the pieces, as his brows arched higher and higher.

— …Is it me?

He pressed his lips together, putting the cup on the table and nodding. Jackie smiled, pushing the empty cup away and leaning against the counter, standing inches from his red face.

— Do you know who my favorite customer is?

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Day 24: blood

cw for yandere behaviour

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— You're perhaps the most stubborn person I know — Henrik hissed, wrapping Jackie's injured shoulder in bandages — where were you thinking about trying to jump over the wall of the house? You know very well that I leave those traps for the wild animals around here!

The hero nodded, barely shaking his head. Schneep arched his brows, sharing his sadness. He brushed the disheveled hair from his dirt-and-blood-stained forehead, kissing him.

— I'm sorry, my hero, you know it's not out of spite, I worry a lot about you — he kissed his cheek now, caressing the other with his thumb — I know you don't like this house, but it's only temporary! In a few weeks we'll be moving to a much quieter place, don't worry!

Jackie did his best to smile, but the frown and wide eyes showed his desperation. Moving day approached closer and closer, fast and stealthy, like a wildfire cornering a helpless jaguar. He was so close! He almost made it! If… if he moved, he'd never have a chance like that again!

Saliva rippled down his throat at the thought. The next day... the next day his escape would be luckier...

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Day 6: fashion

i don't think this one is that good but i love my boys (gender neutral)

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— Jacq, my Jacq, could you pose with your legs slightly apart, please? — Jacques got up and did so, Shawn analyzed him and doodled in his notebook — perfect, thank you.

— What do you draw so much there? Can I see? — He moved closer, but his husband pressed its notebook to its chest.

— It's no big deal.

— Ah, Shawn, let me see! Please!

— You're an artist, you'll find my drawings ugly — He closed the notebook and looked at Jacques again, who had huge, glittering eyes.

— Why are you so mean to yourself? You know I would never do that! — they hugged its head to their chest, faking a dramatic cry — I judge you by your food choices, but not by your drawings! I'm your biggest fan!

Shawn rolled his eyes, chuckling in embarrassment.

— Stop…

— Okay, jokes aside, if you don't want to show it, fine — she snuggled up next to it on the couch, laying her head on its shoulder — but you know I'll be curious until the end of time.

— Yeah, I know.

The toymaker smiled wider, stroking the back of the other's hand with his thumb. They stayed in that position for a few minutes, until he opened his notebook aga

— It was just clothes — it shrugged, the painter's brows arched.

— Do you like fashion?

— I like it, especially fall fashion — he ran his calloused fingers over the paper — I used to cut out the models from the fashion magazines I bought… I always wanted to make clothes for my dolls, but I only learned the basics of sewing, like patching holes in my clothes. The furthest I've ever gone is making plush dolls, but then again, that's what guaranteed my job in that shit factory...

— Why didn't you ever tell me? I… Oh, sorry.

— No, no, finish it. Now I'm curious.

— I can make clothes for your dolls! Want me to teach you how to sew?

— Really? — it jumped on the sofa, almost dropping the notebook — so, can you sew this doll's clothes for me? She's a Jack'O lantern, she even has a prototype, look! She wears a red tie, dark brown pencil skirt and black socks! You know I'm thinking about getting her a black cat? I think his name will be Salome, and…