#even if marvin will murder anyone who hurts ethan

[poppyknitt]

Spencer, Silly Boy!- A story from the Darkness and Desperation AU

Summary: Ethan Nestor, the bartender at Marvin’s favorite nightclub, discovers a stray puppy out in the back alley of his workplace, and grows very attached to him. After that, he brings at least one scrap of food out for the poor dog every day, doing his best to make sure that no one caught him in the act, for fear of loosing the good boy. However, one day, Marvin sees him slipping out the back door, and, after making sure no one would see him following, went after him, only to discover Ethan playing around and having the time of his life with the stowaway puppy.

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Ethan sighed dejectedly, dragging the heavy, filled-to-the-brim trash can outside, trying to finish up his shift as soon as he could so the next guy could take over quickly. God, he hated his job. It wasn’t the people or the coworkers involved, no! He loved the people there! It was just... the work almost made it totally not worth the time. Not to mention all the people who would get totally wasted and start hitting on him. Made him really uncomfortable, at least, until someone stepped in and yelled at them or smacked them. He always felt bad, but he knew no ill will was meant by any of it.

The back door smacked into the wall, interrupting his thoughts, and making a loud sound not unlike that of two large metal objects clanking into each other, even though the wall was brick. He flinched at it, his ears hurting a tiny bit from the force of the sound waves.

But, regardless of the minor pain and the noises that the trash can made against the ground, he still thought heard the sounds of a dog whimpering, and paused, listening closer.

It was a dog! It... It kinda sounded like a puppy! He listened for where it might’ve been coming from, and, to his surprise, realized it was under the dumpster.

He kneeled down onto the ground, placing his hands on either side of his head, as he looked under the small crack. His eyes widened, and he was almost spooked, as his vision adjusted and he found himself face-to-face with a skinny, shivering puppy. He immediately picked it up, and sat up, placing it in his lap. Oh, the poor thing! It was so cold!

“Hey, hey, shhh, it’s okay... I-I’m not gonna hurt you, lil’ man... I-I just wanna hug you... I-It’s way too cold for a little pup like you to be out in the cold like this...” He whispered soothingly, as soon as he saw the pup recoil a bit. He knew it wouldn’t understand too well, but, he didn’t care. He wanted so dearly to take the pup home, but... He knew he couldn’t afford it. Besides, his landlord wouldn’t let him have a dog, anyways. That old cook hated animals, especially dogs.

The dog whimpered weakly, and pressed against him, trembling tremendously, as he wrapped his arm around him.

“... I’ma call you... Spencer.”

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Ethan slipped out the back door, holding a hidden scrap of meat for his stowaway puppy. He had gotten him a fuzzy bed, a heated blanket, and a decent source of shelter over the past few months, and Spencer was content to staying in the alleyway now. He smiled happily as he was greeted by the pup’s usual frenzy of jumps and licks to his face as he flopped back onto his butt.

Spencer finally detected the smell of food, and snapped his head to Ethan’s hand, nosing at it, until the young man finally let go of the cut of meat he’d brought in to work today. He didn’t care about how long Spencer took, because the rest of his coworkers all knew about his puppy now, and they were willing to cover for him, especially because Spencer had become his only reason to even be at work anymore.

After a few minutes of roughhousing with the puppy, Ethan stood up, and ruffled his fur, “Sorry, buddy... I gotta go. Break’s over in a few.” Spencer sat down, his ears perked and head tilted, as he watched the boy leave.

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Ethan beamed on the inside, as he gleefully realized his break was almost upon him, and he could finally run outside to greet Spencer with the gift he’d gotten last night at the store- A squeaky toy! Oh, he just knew Spence was gonna love it! The little goofball had torn up the last toy, but that was okay, because this time, he’d gotten him a rubber one.

The clock hit break time, and he quickly slipped out of view, hoping none of the customers saw him.

...

Ethan was happily playing with Spencer as the dog happily squeaked the toy, but his heart froze when he heard the sound of a heel hitting the pavement. He almost turned around, but the familiar voice of Marvin rang out, and his anxiety lowered... kind of.

“Ethan, darling, what on earth are you... Oh.”

He instinctively hugged Spencer close to his chest, and whipped around, as he stood, “D-Don’t tell anyone! T-T-They’ll take him away from me..!”

“Aw, don’t worry, dear, I wouldn’t dream of it. He really is an adorable puppy, you know.” The flirty magician cooed, walking closer and putting his hand under the poor pup’s chin. Ethan was almost on the verge of tears, though, they were more happy than sad or distressed, though, that didn’t stop him from trembling almost as much as the pup had been when they first met. Even after having known him for so long, there was always something about the magician that seemed... off to him.

Marvin let go of Spence, ruffled the fur on top of his head, and stood up straight, now looking directly down at the small, terrified, and fragile boy before him, “Now... Do you mind explaining why you have to have him here, in such a dreary, soul-drooping place?”

“... my... landlord doesn’t like dogs...”

“... He... What?” He didn’t like the way Marvin said that, nor did he like the look on his face, but, he didn’t pry, for fear of agitating him even more, “Well! I’ll just have to fix that, now won’t I? After all, we can’t let such a delicate thing go without his best friend for so long! How often do you come back here?” He didn’t know which one he was calling delicate, but honestly, that was yet another thing he didn’t want to know.

“... Um... once... a day...?”

“Oh, that simply cannot do! Come on, now, sweetie! Let’s get you back to work, and once your shift is done, you can introduce me to this landlord of yours!” Marvin wrapped his arm around Ethan’s shoulders, a tiny, malicious twinkle in his eyes as he spoke. Good lord, it almost made him look like some kind of murderer or something...

He quickly forgot that thought, as Marvin walked forwards, half-shoving him along, too, as they went back into the nightclub with Spencer still in his arms. At this point, Ethan was too confused and concerned to fight whatever was happening, so, he just went with it.

... Oh boy... Spence, lil buddy, what have we gotten ourselves into this time..?

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aftermath:

“uh... marvin... do you know why my landlord hasn’t come to collect my monthly payments on my apartment yet..?”

“the who on the what now? speak up, sugar cube, you’re not making any sense.”

“... did you have something to do with this?”

“mayyyyybeee...” (hiding bloody knife)

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@antis-loyal-puppet @tiny-septic-puppet @rorald-spooks @chaoticcrimsonrose @septic-dr-schneep @insaneangel18-blog @ihaveanunhealthyteaaddiction @startschantingpma @acheybeauty

guys look i made a new au called Darkness and Desperation

it’s basically where all the good egos are evil and the evil/neutral egos are... whatever the plot needs them to be, but usually good/neutral

I’m almost done with all the character sheets i promise

... i just... gotta... finish anti, chase, and jj...

[inkribbon796]

Crackdown Ch. 2

Chapter 2: Little Wooden Soldiers

Summary: The heroes go to arrest three of Dark’s closest enforcers, and things seem to be going unusually smoothly.

A/N: Illinois, Bim, and Yan’s scenes are happening at the same time.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

Twenty minutes before Dark’s standoff with the heroes, Eric and Illinois were running around what should have been an abandoned warehouse but was full of a local gang that was being mind controlled by some cursed cat totem, it was also summoning stone creatures that ranged from human-like to amorphous amalgamations of rocks.

They ran around the warehouse like maniacs, Eric screaming and exploding rock statues into dust and rubble, and Illinois was close by taking care of the actual humans.

With the totem contained and its former human puppets unconscious the two quickly made out and left, Illinois calling the cops so that the gang would be arrested. This made sure the neighborhood was safe from them and Dark had one less rival group to deal with. Eric quickly changed out of his costume so they could walk hand-and-hand to a diner they liked to go to.

“So it do-doesn’t summon cat-s?” Eric frowned as Illinois slid the totem into a little pocket Void space in his hat. They were crossing a park to save on time, only a couple people still in the park.

“Nah,” Illinois put his hat back on his head and took Eric’s hand again. “Be cool if it could, be funny to watch probably. I know Kay would like something like that.”

Eric giggled as they walked out onto the street, “Tonight’s been a lot of fun.”

“Always the plan, dulcito,” Illinois winked, clicking his tongue and tipping his hat.

“So wh-ere are we go-ing?” Eric asked, smiling.

“You know,” Illinois smiled widely at him, nudging him a little as they stopped just shy of the sidewalk. “We go to Shannon’s and then, I don’t know, it depends on if you’ve got patrol early tomorrow.”

Eric blushed, looking away shyly, smiling.

“Nah,” Marvin cut in, snapping his fingers and a large magic circle that took up almost half the park. He jumped down from a tree as both Eric and Illinois’s feet became magically locked in place.

“Yer grounded,” Marvin told Eric, pointing to him as Marvin summoned giant playing cards that were glowing in a way Illinois did not like. “An’ adventure boy here is goin’ ta jail where he belongs.

“D-on’t h-h-urt him,” Eric choked out, pulling his away from Illinois’s hand, his hands erupting into dozens of explosions on his fingers and palms.

Abe stepped over, he’d been hiding behind a tree and had a TASER in his hands, Jackie zipping in to stand next to him and Marvin. “Come on, kid, this guy’s one of Dark’s most loyal enforcers, he’s bad news.”

“I’m fu-cking tw-enty,” Eric was starting to get frustrated.

“Dulcito,” Illinois called out, and Eric looked back at him. “It’s okay, I won’t even stay the night.”

“They ca-can’t just ta-ke you,” Eric reminded, his voice choppy with agitation and frustration. “Wh-What-ever ha-ppened, you were with—”

Illinois leaned in and Eric met him with a kiss. “We’ll have to take a rain check on that dinner date, sweetheart, but I should be out in an hour or two, even if the Old Man does post bail.”

Eric was escorted away from Illinois, the young hero looking upset and betrayed at Jackie as Marvin disabled the circle and Abe immediately started reading Illinois his rights and cuffing him, but he made sure his wrists were in front of him where everyone could see them. “Illinois Jones, you are under arrest for conspiracy, murder, and theft.”

As Abe started reading his rights, Illinois looked over at Eric and tried to give him a reassuring smile. A car drove up and Illinois let himself be put in the back with Marvin who looked braced to summon up something to further restrain him.

As they drove away, Illinois noticed that Eric was safely away from you. Illinois glared at Marvin as the magician plucked his hat off his head. “If you destroy that it doesn’t get rid of the magic.”

“Yeh should have called Dark when yeh had the chance,” Marvin reminded, the mage knew there was a little bronze that summoned Dark to Illinois’s location but he couldn’t see it. “Why not?”

“Pardon me for being a good boyfriend and not wanting to get him hurt,” Illinois shot back.

“I think yer scared ‘a Dark,” Marvin accused, a smug smile on his face.

“Unlike almost everyone in this town, I’m not afraid of Dark, I’m just not interested in playing meet the parents yet. Unless someone can bring Derek back from the dead so I can properly acquaint him with the heel of my shoe.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Marvin dismissed in disbelief, the Irishman’s attention turning to his communicator. “Package secure, how’s everyone else?”

“Dorm 5 Killer under arrest,” Amy answered.

“We’ve got our end over here,” Bob answered.

“We’re done,” Bing spoke up, “heading back to the station now.”

“We’ve got Dark but who knows how long he’ll stay distracted,” Chase said over Marvin’s communicator.

~::~ ~::~ ~::~

Inside the infamous radio station that still ran Wilford’s program, despite all the stabbing and shooting he’d inflicted upon his various “guests”.

Bim was wrapping up shooting for his show and was excited to watch his dad work. The young show host had descended from the stage to find Wilford in a disagreement in the green room.

The argument was winding down by the time Bim walked in. But the event meant that Wil was already a little worked up and everyone already knew someone was going to wind up dead, and Bim was already starting to get the starting itches of a craving and if someone died, Bim might not need to hunt someone down. It wouldn’t even be the first time Bim had picked from one of his father’s mad kills, even if it took some of the fun out of the hunt.

“What happened?” Bim asked Wil, following him back towards the stage where they were setting up for Wilford’s show.

“They switched out one of my segments and only now just told me,” Wil grumbled angrily, his strides angry and purposeful. Then the madman saw the reason for his ire, a man who was in a tan trench coat with bandages over his eyes. He was talking with the show runner while he sat on set.

Wilford stomped over and Bim was braced for the gun to come out and blood to spatter the set, but as Wil started talking to the new interviewee Wilford seemed to be visibly calming down and eventually went to sit down.

Surprised and more than a bit disappointed, Bim threw up his arms and started back towards the green room. He’d wait for the gunshot there, Dark and the Producer were the only two who could stop his dad mid-murder.

So he waited and turned on the monitor to watch Wil as the show started. But as he watched his father open the show, he felt something like a heavy, invisible blanket fall over him and he was suddenly alone in the room with four heroes all in the room with him.

“Bim Trimmer,” UFO floated a bit off the ground, Amy’s hair tied back so it couldn’t be grabbed. “You’re under arrest for the murders and disappearances of ten people.”

As she began to read him his rights, Bim felt the room almost constrict around him. Robbie and Ethan were with Amy, Nate sitting in a chair by the door and the instant Ethan had pulled his aura dampening over Bim the singer began strumming slower music more befitting a lullaby. The result of Nate’s powers and Ethan’s dampening, unlike most other heroes, made Bim feel weird. The aura he’d inherited from Dark and Wilford fought being compressed into the ground, and for the first time in Bim’s life it could be visibly seen. It wasn’t the thrashing aura that Dark was infamous for, it clung to his body like a dark grey cloud that was tinged with purple.

“Get off!” Bim growled, his aura attacking Ethan’s like it was a virus, and Ethan reflexively pulled away.

Bim’s hand got halfway to the lapel of his suit coat and the bronze star hidden behind it that Dark had given him over fifteen years ago, scanning the room before his pride got the best of him, and he quickly pulled out his switchblade that Wil had etched with Bim’s name on the handle.

“You all have a death wish or something?” Bim demanded, his aura invisible again with Ethan’s aura dampening was off of him. “Do you even know where you are?”

“Wil’s not coming for you,” Nate reminded, still playing lullabies and classical pieces. “He gets tunnel vision on set, and nothing short of blowing the building will make him save you.”

“I can protect myself!” Bim spat. “I don’t need anyone to save me.”

Hidden by Ethan’s aura, Robbie appeared behind Bim and slammed his balled up fists into the back of Bim’s head and aided with some magical cuffs sewed into his sleeves the spell was strong enough to knock him out.

Bim dropped to the ground and slumped onto the ground. Everyone in the room froze, braced for Dark to show up but after a minute nothing happened.

“That was way too easy,” Ethan warned suspiciously as Robbie carefully picked him up.

“Let’s just get out of here,” Nate decided, subtly trying to hide how he was rubbing his arm. “Before Wil comes to his senses, or Dark finds out.”

Ethan extended his aura around them as they began to take Bim out of the station, Nate taking up the rear and Amy in the front. The whole group froze when a gunshot rang up, the death of the guest Wilford had second on his show.

But when Wilford settled back into his chair like a surly child, the heroes finished taking Bim outside to the same armored car they put Wil into whenever he was arrested. The car keeping his magic contained as he was driven to the police station, Bim starting to slowly come to as he was cuffed and Amy was contacting Chase and the others to let them know their part of the mission was a success.

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Unlike the heroes had to do with Dark, Illinois, and Bim the third group didn’t have to worry about leading Yan into a trap. All it took was ambushing her in the street with one of Bob’s almost see through barriers.

Yan was slashing at Bob’s barrier with her katana, screaming in a mix of Japanese, English, and Korean.

“Look, we’re not going to hurt you,” Wade was trying to calm the angry, homicidal young woman from hurting anyone but at this point they might need to just stand here and wait for her to tire herself out. “We’re just taking you to jail with your brothers.”

“Fuck off!” Yan screamed at them.

“Here, let me try,” Patton smiled.

“Sure, knock yourself out,” Wade shrugged, stepping away. “Go nuts, pal.”

Patton moved in and placed his hands on the barrier, “Hey, you’re Yan right?”

She shouted something at him in Japanese that sounded as angry and insulting, as it was rude and loud.

“I’m Captain Morality, nice to meet you again,” Patton smiled, keeping his tone calm and even. “Look, we can’t let you out if you’re going to hurt people.”

“The only one I’ll hurt are you assholes,” Yan spat, but at least she wasn’t screaming which was a good sign. Patton was calming her down.

“So, we’re taking your brothers to the station and we want all of you in the same place,” Patton told her.

Yan was quiet for a bit as Patton kept trying to calm her down, with almost an unsure tone she asked, “Is Artie going to be there?”

Patton looked over at Bob and Wade who shrugged. So Patton leaned in, “Is that one of your brothers?”

“My biggest brother,” Yan smiled sadly. “He went off with my other brother and they never came back. The Old Man said he and my other brother work for the heroes now but I haven’t seen them in years.”

“Well,” Patton hummed, knowing the name Arthur wasn’t on the list but remembering what the Host had told him. “We’re trying to get all of you guys together to ask you a couple questions, so, yeah, he will be there.”

Yan chuckled a bit, “You won’t get Artie, he makes people disappear.”

“Well, we got some people that are hard to make disappear,” Patton promised.

Yan rolled her eyes and laughed at that, in a way reminded Patton strangely of both Dark and Wil, but that made sense to him because she had apparently lived with them for so long.

“So,” Patton smiled, “we’re going to bring you down to the station, and if you’re not going to help us we’re going to have to roll this thing all the way down there, and you might get motion sick.”

The young villain thought on that, clearly weighing her options. Wade and Bob held their breaths.

“Fine,” Yan grumbled, “but only because Artie might be there.”

After that Yan was more than a bit silent after that, just letting them arrest her and take her off in a car, Bob riding with them so he could make sure she didn’t escape and stayed in communicating with Chase and the other team leaders.

“You’ve got some freakishly creepy powers,” Wade told Patton.

“Oh, sorry,” Patton’s smile vanished.

“Nah, you’re not the only one like that, it’s just I rarely get to see it up close cause you live in the Gainesville area,” Wade apologized. “It’s just a good thing you’re one of the good guys.”

“Yeah,” Patton looked away nervously. “My powers are probably why the Host put me with you guys instead of UFO like Silver wanted. Think the others are doing okay?”

“Yeah,” Wade reassured. “I think they’re fine, they would have told us otherwise.”

Patton and Wade followed their group heading back to the police station.

[breakingsomething]

ethan. ohhhhhh ethan. you asked for this.

trigger warnings for, uh blood, murder. lotsa bad stuff. enjoy.

all he can smell is blood.

it is covering him, almost suffocating him. he feels sick looking at the bright red against his pale skin as he runs, tearing through the woods without caring when he rips his trouser leg on some sharp bushes or smacks his head off an overhead branch. the worst part is, most of the blood isn’t even his; he sobs as he remembers his brother on the ground in front of him, eyes blank, pools of scarlet beneath his head and chest and wherever else his own magic had viciously torn into him. he had been laughing- he had been laughing, like it was all a big joke- he had been dripping with blood and mud and magic and he had enjoyed hearing his brother whimper in pain, weakly crying out his name as he fruitlessly tried to push himself off the ground despite his many injuries. god, marvin had felt so fucking powerful. he had looked down on his brother- his sweet younger brother, who long ago he had held gently and comforted with kind words whispered softly in the dark when he knew he was upset- and kicked him without holding back, right in the wound on his chest. chase had gasped in agony, tears and blood rolling down his cheeks, barely able to move. anti had appeared behind him- anti had appeared behind him, anti wasn’t in control, marvin was doing this all himself- and had wordlessly handed him a knife with a look of smug satisfaction on his face. marvin had accepted it. he used it. he finished the job.

he didn’t make it quick.

now he is running, he had remembered himself- himself, was it even himself, who was he?- he is tearing through the trees, occasionally stumbling, things hitting him but not causing him any more pain, what could cause him more pain than what he had just done to his brother? he lets a scream tear from his throat, it hurts, it hurts so bad- not as bad as he hurt chase, pulling his throat open as the fear and betrayal left his eyes- god, his chest is so tight he can barely breathe, his breaths are rattling his whole body- what is he running from again? himself?- and his heart is pounding loudly in his ears, making his tinnitus spike.

suddenly there is a tree root and he is on the ground, the breath knocked right out of him, unable to move from the force of the blow to his whole body. get up, get up, he’s after you- who’s after me, there’s no one there- he tries to get up but he can’t breathe. he rolls his body to the side, then falls onto his back, wheezing loudly, his head full of ringing. he opens his eyes, slowly, slowly, and looks at the treetops above him. the sky is full of stars.

a face appears. it’s chase. it’s jackie. it’s henrik. it’s jamie. it’s jack. it’s anti.

it’s anti.

“well, well, well,” anti purrs, crouching down almost on top of marvin’s legs. he can barely move, he’s used so much magic. he’s never been so reckless before- he’s never killed anyone either, never tortured anyone, never hurt his own brother- and there is blood coming from his nose and eyes, he can feel it, mixed in with his salty tears and stinging his face. “you did so much better than i was expecting of you, kitty!” 

the joy in his voice makes marvin sick. he wants anti off him, but his head is spinning, his body is weak- not just his body, the rest of him is weak too- “get away,” he moans. he is shaking. his fingertips are numb.

“hey, you did good!” anti praised. he leans forwards and strokes marvin’s face, and when he moves his hand it’s covered in blood. he looks at it for a moment, then smiles at marvin warmly. “i wasn’t expecting you to actually kill him, much less torture him. i’m so proud of you. you didn’t even need my help!” 

anti’s words make a wave of fury and terror rise in marvin’s chest. he pushes himself up onto his elbows and whines in pain, the overpowering stench of copper making him retch. “i didn’t- i didn’t do it,” he whimpers. he hates the fear in his voice. “i didn’t, i didn’t, it wasn’t me-”

“oh, but it was, kitten!” anti chuckled. he gently pressed a hand to marvin’s chest and tried to push him down again, but marvin struggles- he struggles despite having accepted a knife to murder his own brother with like anti was a friend loaning him a pencil- and shoves anti off him, sitting straight up. anti falls back onto his knees, the look of satisfaction and pride never leaving his face. marvin wants to slap it off him as he summons all his energy to get to his feet, stumbling and swaying on the spot. his head pounds and he nearly blacks out from the pain.

“it wasn’t me,” marvin cried, his voice picking up in volume. anti is still sitting on the ground quietly, staring up at him. marvin wants to rip him apart, he wants to dig his nails into his face and tear it open- like he did to chase, his baby brother- and he screams, clutching at his head, fire roiling in his chest. “i didn’t do it! it wasn’t my fault! it wasn’t!”

anti still does not move. 

marvin howls, and suddenly everything inside of him that’s left is being ripped out, all his energy manifesting into pure black magic, yanking every atom in his body apart, sending it all at anti, desecrating his smug face, and he is gone, but marvin can’t stop. he is quite literally falling apart, his bones melting like acid, his skin dissolving into magic, and it’s fucking agony, he screams even as his vocals cords are torn to shreds-

and the room is dark and cold and there’s a window open letting some moonlight fall onto his cluttered desk and he is laying on something soft and he is surrounded by blankets and there is a person sitting on his bed.

“marvin the magnificent,” anti smirks. his neck wound is bright red even in the darkness. “look at you now.”

“stop it, no!” he cries. “i’ll never let you make me hurt one of them!”

marvin doesn’t stop to think. he throws out his hands and heat fills his hands, burning his skin and face and hair, nearly causing him to pass out, and he throws his magic, not caring where it lands. everything is far too hot. he’s never felt so agonisingly hot before.

when he comes to- he passed out, when did he do that?- he is on the floor and anti is wheezing in pain a foot or so away from him, unconscious but still twitching.

it’s not anti.

“chase, chase,” marvin sobs deliriously. he drags himself towards his brother, his brother who he didn’t kill, his brother who is still alive. marvin sees drops of blood fall from his nose onto his hands, his pale hands, clear of the overwhelming scarlet.

“chase, chaser, mein bruder, it’s me, it’s marvin, wake up!” he moans. chase doesn’t stir. there is blood coursing down the side of his face.

“help me!” marvin screams, sitting upright despite the pain it causes him. “help, jackie, henrik, please wake up, wake up, please!”

he hears footsteps running in his direction and he sees figures in the room, moving chase’s unmoving body, and then he is out again.

[celticmess]

Dystopian Descendants City Au or smth idk they’re taken from their hosts and trapped in a city

Starring:

Antisepticeye

Darkiishu

Dorkiplier Darkiplier 

Peevils

Infelix

Madzia

Including:

Sanders Sides

JSE Egos

Iplier Egos

Madpat

Blankgameplays (Corrupted Crank, Ethan’s one)

Apocalypse (Tyler’s one)

Now for the details!

Location

they’re held in a small, secluded + abandoned city by humans

they’re given free rein within the city

egos like Dark + Anti call other egos that they share a host with “siblings”

there’s no government

no law

the place is run by violence

everyone is short on temper for different reasons

all of the egos and their host were taken by special services

no one knows where they are now

two rules: do not attempt to escape + no killing

once a month the humans gather them in the city centre and one figment is taken

for now they’ve only taken a few minor figments + characters (Paultin, Pluck, Heathen + the Author)

no one knows where they go

or why

but they don’t come back.

Anti

like our Anti, but edgier.

hangs around with Darkiishu, Dark, Peevils, Infelix + Madzia

fights with Dark regularly

basically daily

and it never surprises anyone at this point

he’s from a large ego group (they call each other siblings)

he’s the oldest ego but they alienate him the most

he terrifies his “siblings” when he’s angry and/or drunk

usually stays out of the house messing about with his group

by messing about I mean tearing up the area

he comes home when his “siblings” are asleep and leaves before they wake up

whenever he’s home before they go to sleep, they end up being really hostile

never physically, but it’s implied

they know they can’t beat him in a fight

everyone can tell when to stop pushing his temper

his glitches get more uncontrollable as his heart rate heightens

you can hear him before you see him, the sound of static follows him everywhere

Darkiishu

has everyone on strings

you need something? You have 2-3 choices depending on what you need: Darkiishu, Phantom + Darkiplier

only hangs out with Anti, Dark + Infelix because they work as bodyguards without knowing it

bc as if you’re gonna attack a lady who hangs with the power trio

only likes two people: Peevils + Madzia

and she even ends up arguing with the sometimes

they’re usually able to talk it out tho

unlike Dark + Anti who’ll beat the shit out of each other anywhere anytime

can never be in photos bc her ability blurs them

the blurriness of he photo changes with her mood

if she’s happy, it’s not too bad, but photograph her pissed and it’s a blurry mess

she stays in a random old broken apartment she fixed up herself

sometimes Anti crashes on her sofa

she’s always the one who hosts Ladies Nights on Saturdays

she controls illusions

Do̴rk͢ip͜l̶ier  Darkiplier

a lot more reckless than our Dark

wears a lot of hoodies

he has a ornate little silver bracelet to keep his powers in check

the googles made it for him

he probably turns it into the top of his cane later on

his hobby is pissing off Anti

starts the fights on purpose

sometimes to vent, sometimes for entertainment

either way, Anti is happy to fight

he’s the third oldest out of his ego group

the host and Wilford are older than him. There was the Author...

he argues with Wilford a lot and Host too when he comes out of his library

he scares the younger ones (Bim, Ed, Silver, King, etc.)

he also doesn’t control his aura very well (hence why he has the bracelet)

so his shell cracks a lot more frequently than it does in our universe

Peevils

lives with Darkiishu most of the time

can manipulate reflections

if you’ve pissed her off avoid any and all reflective surfaces

she can and will summon your reflection from said surface and have it murder you brutally

she’s very close with Darkiishu

if you mess with one you mess with both

and both are scary

she could not care less about Dark, Anti or Infelix even if she tries

has nearly gotten into a fight with Anti on many occasions

will most likely leave the apartment if Anti is crashing for the night

her and Anti avoid each other as much as possible

is dangerously close to strangling Infelix with his own reflection

Infelix

lives with Madzia in an isolated apartment in a place no one knows about

none of the others have ever been there

he has eyes everywhere

quite literally

can create semi-sentient ink monsters

he’s the most powerful entity

and everyone knows it

even if he doesn’t fight

the other figments and entities can fight over a subject

but Infelix says something about it? that thing is always considered

low-key cares about the people he hangs out with

he pretends he doesn’t tho

he finds Anti + Dark’s fights highly entertaining

makes it his mission to try and start a fight between Anti and Peevils

Madzia

the sclera of her eyes are a faint pastel colour (she can change whenever she wants)

when she uses her powers, her whole eye goes the colour of her sclera

she’s part siren

so she can charm anyone except sirens

she doesn’t need to sing

she lives with Infelix

they get along really well

she enjoys her Ladies Night with Peevils and Darkiishu on Saturdays tho

she gets really fed up with the fights

she herself is actually pretty docile

doesn’t mean she’s harmless though

her, Peevils and Darkiishu are always there for each other

they all love each other’s company

they’re so close because they’re basically the only females

Sanders Sides

by far the most harmless figments

Logan spends a lot of time with Dr. Iplier and Dr. Schneeplestein in the makeshift infirmary

he makes a lot of the cures with what they have

if it weren’t for these three, the no killing rule would’ve been broken ten billion times

Patton runs a safehouse for the smaller, peaceful egos (King, Bim, Silver, Ed, Robbie as well as Heathen and Pluck occasionally) and was one of the most emotional when Heathen and Pluck got taken

Sometimes Virgil hangs out with Patton’s group, sometimes he joins Darkiishu, Peevils + Madzia for Ladies Night

his best friend was Heathen

losing Heathen hit him really hard

now he hangs out with Robbie, JJ and sometimes Marvin when he’s not running around with JB and Roman

Roman loves playing hero with JB and sometimes Marvin

occasionally Silver will join in

the group break up fights before the no kill rule gets broken

Deceit doesn’t “hang out” with anyone

but he’s a good source of information

his top clients are Dark, Peevils and Phantom

NWTB Egos

there’s a lack of entertainment in the city

so Mare performs in the city centre regularly

sometimes he’ll have Anti drum for him

it usually attracts a crowd

there isn’t really anything in the city to do except fight

so most of the population turns up

he’s also had a fair share of fights

Sharper is the one who fixed up the place that the battle egos stay in

so the place is full of tools and random machines

he always patches up Mare and Phantom when they get into fights

he doesn’t trust them not to kill the doctors

Phantom isn’t home very often

usually when he comes home it’s because he’s hurt

the rest of the time he’s in his office

he won the place in a bet

and traded info for interior decoration

it doubles as a bar and it’s pretty popular because it is the only bar

Mare and Phantom were livid when Heathen was taken

fortunately Sharper built a saferoom when he fixed up the place

he had to lock them in for several days

JSE Egos

none of them trust Anti

JB goes into protective mode if Anti turns up while they’re awake

the only one who goes near him is Robbie and sometimes JJ

the others all tend to keep their distance

JB loves spending time with Roman when he’s not protecting his siblings

stopping fights make him feel like a real hero

it also boosts his confidence and every time he goes home he feels more prepared to defend against Anti

he’s convinced Anti is planning something and is determined to keep his siblings safe

on the rare occasion JB isn’t home when Anti is, Marvin steps up

he’s not as confident or as hostile as JB

or as powerful

but he’s just as protective

on the nights he knows Anti is staying with Darkiishu he joins Roman and JB

he loves those nights

JJ is very curious

him and Robbie are the only JSE Egos who have willingly and peacefully approached Anti

When JJ first walked up to Anti, it surprised Anti so much he dropped his croissant

a croissant he stole from Peevils

then he tried to scare him away

but JJ just smiled at him

they don’t interact often at all but JJ will always try and calm JB and Marvin down before they attack

Anti is always hella grateful but never gets a chance to show it

Robbie shocked Anti by straight up walking into his room and sitting down

he finds the static noise that follows Anti really comforting

and Robbie didn’t seem like a threat so Anti let him stay

Robbie always leaves to go back to his room before Anti wakes up

it stops the other egos from jumping to conclusions

Chase is hardly home

but when he is he’s usually a tad drunk after a night out drinking with Paultin, Pluck and occasionally Warfstache

when Paultin and Pluck got taken his mental health took a nose dive

he began to stay out longer

he got drunker

and it got out of hand and he became increasingly depressed

his brothers love him but it gets extremely tense whenever he comes home drunk

he usually starts a fight with Anti on purpose

the nights he comes home sober are the best in the eyes of the other egos

they’re fun and Anti stays away

and it takes Chase’s mind off Paultin, Pluck, Stacy and his kids

one time Chase and Anti both came home drunk

JB ended up fighting both of them to get them to stop while Marvin got the others out of there

they went to Patton and the other sides for safety

the fight lasted all night

the end result was an injured, unconscious Chase with an empty gun, a passed out Anti (sleep deprivation) and a seriously injured JB

Anti avoided them for weeks after

Chase stayed with them while he recovered

Dr. Shneeplestein was the one who saved JB and Chase Brody from dying of their wounds

when he’s not with his siblings, he’s with Dr. Iplier and Logan in the infirmary

the three of them get along incredibly well

but as much as he likes work, he also likes his family

he gets incredibly nervous around Anti

when it was just him and Anti, Anti took great pleasure in messing with the Doctor before he met his current friends

by “messing with” I mean bringing him to the brink of death but stopping at the last second

so Schneep is real wary of Anti

Iplier Egos

They’re more organised than other groups

King, Silver, Ed + Bim spend all their time with Patton in the safehouse that he built

When Dark isn’t home, he’s out on the streets tearing it up with Anti, Infelix, Darkiishu, Peevils + Madzia

he lives for thrill

it’s why he fights Anti

they both love it

the Googles run the place

the place being a several storey building 

the second floor is the Google’s lab

sometimes they work with Madpat

Blue thinks he’s too unpredictable, Ollie think’s he’s scary, Green considers him a risk

Red gets along with him just fine

most of the time though the googles work alone

they’ve banned Anti from the building

Wilford is avoided by everyone

he’s unstable, volatile and unpredictable

Anti has tried to goad him into a fight but Dark stopped him

when Wilford’s bored he spends time with Chase

it surprises everyone

but it’s Wilford Warfstache, he always surprises

The Host used to stay on his library floor with the Author

he stopped coming out of the library after the Author was taken

Oliver tried to get him to come out but he gave up eventually

Lesser Known Egos

Madpat

he’s a crazed scientist

he hangs with Natemare a lot

The pair cause trouble but don’t really get into fights

he also enjoy dragging Google Red into his projects

Blank

Blank doesn’t have friends

he walks the streets aimlessly

just shivering

he’s cold to the touch

don’t test that fact

touch him and you slowly freeze from the outside in

Apocalypse

he’s a brute

he’s big, strong and scary

he’s also the subject of many fights

him and JB always end up in a fight

they don’t get along

he starts most of the fights on the streets

The rest of the population are egos that we don’t even know exist yet.

[hydrangeathief]

The Great Halloween Party Disaster of 2017

(contains both canon egos and egos that have recently been invented at least in part by yours truly, which you can get by heading on over to my tags for ethan egos and tyler egos)

“This is the worst idea we’ve ever had,” Blank said, stretching to hang a black and orange strip of crepe paper from the kitchen cabinet.

“Nah, it’ll be fun!” Challenge insisted. He was perched haphazardly on top of the fridge, attempting to secure a plastic skeleton to the wall. Mrs. Thompson, at the kitchen table, frowned when Challenge leaned forward a bit too far for safety, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“We invited Wilford Warfstache to a party,” Blank pointed out.

Challenge stopped trying to pin the skeleton to the wall for a second and stared into the middle distance. “I guess we did.”

“We also invited Anti,” Blank continued. “And every ego we know.”

“Yeah, we did,” Challenge said. He sat back and dropped his hands into his lap. The skeleton, abandoned, slumped off the wall and onto the floor. “Fuck. Are we gonna get ourselves killed tonight?”

“Can we die?” asked Postman. He’d opted to relax on the couch instead of helping with the decorations, despite the general atmosphere of nervousness Blank was automatically causing because the party was supposed to start in half an hour and they’d yet to get any real decorating done.

“I dunno,” Challenge said. He shrugged and made to lean over the edge of the fridge. Blank opened his mouth to stop him and Mrs. Thompson even got so far as to almost say “no, don’t” but it was too late. Challenge dismounted the fridge by tucking and rolling into some sort of somersault that miraculously ended with him on his feet, perfectly intact.

“If you keep it up, you will,” Mrs. Thompson muttered, but she said it lovingly. She ruffled Challenge’s hair as he passed on his way to the living room. He flopped onto the couch next to Postman, who frowned at the disturbance.

“Please don’t jostle me,” he complained. Challenge bit his lip in an effort not to make the obvious joke about fragile packages.

“Party starts in twenty-seven minutes,” Blank broke in, and the others hurried to get to work before the creeping sense of lateness could sink in. 

“This was a mistake,” Blank muttered to Stone. The two of them were in a corner, leaning against the wall, as far from the thick of the party as they could get. 

“You’re not wrong,” Stone muttered back.

In the kitchen, Challenge seemed to have convinced Bing and Chase Brody to participate in something that probably could have been a wild drinking game, had alcohol been involved. As it were, there was simply a good deal of yelling and flailing. 

“Wanna take bets on how long it takes before something goes wrong?” Blank suggested, but even as he said it he knew the answer.

“Give it twenty minutes,” Stone mused.

Blank sighed. “You’re giving them the benefit of the doubt.”

Stone hummed thoughtfully and they went back to watching the party. Mad Mike, who’d gotten off work at the ice cream shop only half an hour ago, was trapped in a conversation with Wilford and Jackie, both of whom had clearly had enough sugar to last a lifetime. Marvin had somehow gotten the attention of Mrs. Thompson, Apocalypse, and Peevils at the same time, and seemed to be enthralling them with card tricks. The Host and all four of the Googles were clustered around Anti, who was clearly enjoying having their attention on him as he told some story, complete with sweeping hand gestures and full-body glitching. The King of the Squirrels and Robbie chatted pleasantly over a bowl of punch. Dark leaned on the far wall and seemed content to watch silently.

The party was a ticking time bomb, and Blank could feel the counter winding down.

“Oh, Wilford,” Mad Mike laughed, wiping a tear from his eye. Whatever Wil had said must have been hilarious to have had both Mike and Jackie crying tears of laughter. “You kill me.”

Blank felt his heart stop.

“I mean, I guess?” Wilford said, puzzled, and shot Mike point blank.

The room devolved into chaos. More than one person was screaming, more than one person attempted to flee, and more than one person rushed to Mike’s aid.

“Wilford, we’ve talked about this,” Dark admonished, which only served to spur an argument between what were arguably the two most powerful egos in the room.

“He told me to,” Wilford said. “You can’t fault me for doing what he wanted!”

“Guys?” Mike asked from where he’d fallen to the floor. “I’m bleeding? A lot?”

“I can help!” shouted Dr. Iplier.

“Let me take a look,” Dr. Schneeplestein said.

“Would you two knuckleheads get out of my way?” Mrs. Thompson complained, shoving the two doctors aside. She knelt next to Mike and put a hand on his forehead. She frowned, but straightened up. “He’ll make it.”

“And how do you know? Dr. Iplier demanded. “Are you a doctor?”

Mrs. Thompson looked him up and down with a raised eyebrow. “Son, have you ever raised a child? Because you don’t look like you have. Why don’t you sit back and let the real professionals deal with this?”

“Fight!” Anti crowed from where he’d perched on top of the fridge. 

“Control yourself,” Dark broke away from bickering with Wilford long enough to say.

Anti glitched hard and sneered. “Make me, you three-dimensional drama queen.”

“As if you’re any better,” muttered Kenny Loggins, who was still put out that they’d collectively vetoed his idea to have The Band perform at the party. “Glitch bitch.”

“Take that back!” Anti shouted, leaping down from the fridge. 

“What do you plan to do to him?” asked Google Blue. “Your murder success rates are abysmally low.”

“The Host suggests taking a step back,” the Host suggested. Blank complied just in time to get out of the way of the first punch. 

In the months to come, several stories would be told in increasingly elaborate detail as to who, exactly, threw that first punch. The story changed from person to person, from day to day, but one thing was consistent: it was Mrs. Thompson who threw the best punch, and Dark wore the black eye like a badge of honor for nearly a week.

In the end all it took to break up the melee was Postman shouting, “Fire!”

All heads swiveled to the kitchen, where the stove was indeed on fire.

“How did that even happen?” Turkey wondered aloud, smoothing his feathers.

“I dunno,” Anti mused, wiping blood from his nose. 

“Should we do something?” Bim Trimmer asked, holding a broken wrist.

“Probably?” said Postman around a mouthful of broken teeth.

“Guys,” Jackie broke in, forcefully relocating his shoulder. “The fire’s growing.”

“Should we call 911?” asked Peevils, whose makeup was still flawless.

“Dialing 911,” Google Oliver said. A small piece of his face had torn off, revealing sparking circuits underneath.

“We need to leave,” Blank said. He and Stone still leaned against the wall. The last thing a free-for-all brawl like that needed was a guy made of anxiety and a guy made of rock, after all.

“Where to?” asked Bing. He held his broken sunglasses in his left hand and his broken left thumb in his right.

“I think the only place safe enough right now is Mark’s place. He shouldn’t be home,” Blank said.

“Someone needs to stay and talk to the cops,” Apocalypse put in, hefting his sledgehammer, the end of which was bloodied. “Someone human, and not damaged.”

All eyes searched the room for anyone remotely unscathed, and the horror was palpable when they came to the collective conclusion as to who would have to stay behind.

“Wilford, promise me you won’t hurt them,” Bim pleaded.

Wilford made no promises, but they had no choice. Dark whisked the group into the void just as the first siren came into earshot.

The group tumbled out of the void and into Mark’s living room in one clump of battered, bloodied, beaten egos. 

“Nice place,” Anti mused.

Mark screamed.