#green glitch >> antisepticeye

[fromthedeskof-darkiplier]

How often do the Antisepticeyes that happen upon your blog attempt to fight you? -Another Darkiplier

Not as often as you'd expect. But the number of times they've got out from behind the screen and proved themselves is much lower.

-D

[friendlystimboards]

Antisepticeye Stimboard

🟢/🩸/🟢 🩸/🟢/🩸 🟢/🩸/🟢

[doppostims]

Antisepticeye

With blood, dark green and glitch stims

For @satsuj1n

x / x / x | x / x / x | x / x / x

[7spaceace7]

Guys I’m feeling such a way about this fandom man, it pulled me FACE-FIRST BACK into this awesomeness last night on a whim, I’m so sappy. This shit literally was what I grew up with. Any happy memories I had I remember revolving around the egos, Sean, Mark, rp-ing with my friend-turned-girlfriend, just AGH so here you go, my niche JSE COMMUNITY APPRECIATION POST

•i love you fanartists and fic writers that have been here since the dark ages of content and still going strong

•i love you pre-2016 Antisepticeye and Darkiplier youtube edits that people quite literally made up to put to edgy emo songs

•speaking of, i love you Halsey and Melanie Martinez music (you’re a real one if you know why)

•i love you 2016 Anti-takeover for the first time where we all lost our goddamned MINDS

•i love you PAX appearance Anti who had beef with A Date With Darkiplier- I mean Markiplier

•i love you Anti vs. Dark and your gay as hell bloopers

•i love you Gerald the Pumpkin

•i love you egotober for where you started and what you’ve become

•i love you “That time where we all thought Stacy Brody was a bitch and wanted to collectively as a fandom gut her for existing” turned “HOLY SHIT SHE’S DEAD?!?”

•i love you fandom’s constant back and forth on whether or not Henrik Von Schneeplestein’s a 100% Real Qualified Doctor

•i love you Marvin’s mask hiding in a random video that one time

•i love you mute and/or deaf headcanons for JJ turned canon

•i love you bloody “Wish You Were Here” postcard

•i love you Septiscape and The Boss and Glitch in the System

•i love you running gag of if we’d ever see Jackieboy Man again

•i love you silly green-haired Anti bloopers

•i love you creepy ciphers, hidden messages, Anti tumblr “takeovers”

•i love you non-canon egos Shawn Flynn, Robbie the Zombie, Angus, and Bingsepticeye

•i love you @turquoisemagpie

•i love you Overnightwatch

•i love you Old Egos Lore Theories (..that may or may not still be canon, who the FUCK knows anymore!!!! I love it!!!)

•i love you Septic Art early days

And now, with IRIS and ALTRVERSE and Chase’s true backstory unfolding, and the newest things to come in the future—I’m so proud. I’m so proud of everyone and Sean and all the people working on this story in any way shape or form.

What a fucking awesome thing we’ve been apart of.

[mothgodofchaos]

Batteries

For the birthday boy. <3 Normally I'd specify what they are, but he's already a demon. So you just get him a little more, demonic. Just him being cute and a little dumb.

Eldritch!Antisepticeye x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 709

You were called to the house for a potential demonic possession, the homeowners becoming more and more worried as time went on. They kids were starting to act strangely and they were sent to live with their grandparents for a bit. Electronics either stopped working entirely, went missing, or went haywire in the middle of usage. The amount of lightbulbs they’ve gone through as they regularly get blown has become insane, and they can’t afford to keep living like this.

So you shooed them out of their home for a night, promising to have it fixed by morning. A simple diagnosis and exorcism shouldn’t take too long, as it is your job after all. You lay out all of your equipment: spirit box, thermometer, EMF reader, and head back to your truck to grab a spirit board. When you come back, the lights are off on your equipment, further investigation showing that the batteries are missing. Strange.

You grab a new pack of them from your bag, replacing all the batteries in your equipment. But when you turn back, the rest of the pack is gone.

“Mischievous fucker likes to take batteries, huh? Alright.”

You sit in the middle of the living room floor with the lights off, lighting a few candles and placing the spirit board in front of you. Not for a moment do your eyes get taken off your equipment, holding the spirit box to you mouth.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

The spirit board doesn’t move for a moment, before spelling “f o o d”.

“What is your name?”

“a n t i”

“Why are you stealing batteries?”

“h o n g r y”

You honestly can’t tell if it was an intentional misspelling or not, but it does make you chuckle.

“Do you mean anyone any harm?”

The piece slides over to “no”.

“If I promise you more batteries, will you reveal yourself?”

It quickly slides to “goodbye” and you’re left in silence, waiting and looking around. Out of the darkness you see several glowing green eyes, and talons appearing out of the darkness. He moves closer to you, sniffing you with great interest before looking at your EMF reader, which is screaming at you. He picks it up, shaking out the batteries and popping them in his mouth. You manage to snatch it away before he takes a bite out of the main component, but his behavior fascinates you more than irritates you.

“Hey buddy, if you come with me, I’ll get you more batteries. We’re gonna leave this nice family’s home now, okay?”

He looks at you with a cock of his head. Horns protrude from his pale skin, fading into a deep black that mimics the pattern on his limbs. A tail flicks at you, with wirey wings behind his back. You offer your hand to him, which he takes cautiously. He does have to be bribed with more batteries, but you manage to coax him into your truck. When you close the door, he starts to panic, scratching at the door and glitching out, moving around to find you again. You blink at him, met with the gaze of six glowing eyes, sad that you “abandoned” him.

“Buddy, Anti, I was just gonna get in my side. C’mon, back in the truck.”

He crawls over the center console, sitting oddly in the chair before deciding to lay down, looking up at you. His ears perk up at you opening another pack of batteries, happily accepting them as you drop them in his mouth. You don’t know what inspired you to do this, but you move to scratch his chin and he absolutely melts into happy growls.

“Oh you are adorable, sweet boy. You like affection, don’t you?”

He grabs your hand after a while, gently gnawing on it, not even piercing the skin with his bites.

“A little dumb, but we can work on that. We’ll get you a better place to live, buddy. That’s a good boy.”

He moves a bit over the console, resting his head in your lap and demanding scritches on the top of his head. Something tells you that you’ve been claimed by a demon, but he’s cute so, can you really complain?

[ijwrff]

Hey. I love your work, just an idea you don't have to do it. Yandere Antisepticeye x male reader who is weak. With some fluff?

Thanks? Hope you have a good day

Hiya! I hope you're doing well, I'm glad I could get to do this fic! It's not often that I write for male readers, so it's always a fun challenge ^^

Tw; bullying, injury, condescension, yandere typical behavior, and Anti typical behavior like a tantrum and a whole lot of swearing. Yanno. As he does.

Taglist: @thattiredanimator1t0mblr @serenitydusk @viciouslyyearning @jacksepticeye-simp

Word Count: 1,196

It wasn’t uncommon for you to get bullied in college, but for the most part, everyone had grown out of their bullying phase. Your campus was pretty safe, so you never thought something like this could happen. People said mean words, sure, but it never got physical. Today was special, you guess. 

You sighed, and opened your apartment door after fumbling with the keys. It wasn’t surprising when you walked into your house nearly trashed. Every time Anti visited, it was like this. He had a habit of making everything difficult for you, but you’d never tell him that it was actually welcomed. Today though, you didn’t hardly say a word to him, and just tried to brush off his presence. You didn’t want to get teased any more than you already had been, not when you were hurt like this. 

“Dude what the fuck?! You can’t just come in here and ignore me!” You heard him run over and it only pushed you to move to your room quicker. He wasn’t even human, so of course he’d be able to beat you to the door. You dropped your chin to your chest, before trying to turn away from him. “Are you being serious right now?” He scoffed, and grabbed your shoulder to turn you towards him. “The fuck is your deal? W-” He paused when he saw your face. 

It was silent, and you couldn’t meet his eyes, ashamed you couldn’t put up more of a fight against the bullies that did this to you. Your eye was swollen, and there was a gash across your cheek from how hard the guy punched you…you cursed him for wearing so many rings, they only helped to tear into your skin further than it would have otherwise. Your sleeves covered the bruises for the most part, though one of them was clearly in the shape of a hand. 

The air shifted, small charges of electricity coming from Anti’s form as he seemed to nearly glitch in and out of reality. You took a step back, but he grabbed your shoulder to keep you close. “Who the fuck did it?” He spat, his eyes glowing green as it struggled to keep his emotions in check, only to fail miserably. His grip was nearly painful on your shoulder, and it seemed like it was taking every last ounce of his control not to leave even more bruises, intended or not. 

You sniffled once, and flinched from how intense the situation had become. “It doesn’t matter…” He was lightyears stronger than you, so it wasn’t surprising that when you tried to pull away from him, you didn’t get far at all. “Just some guys. I fought back though, so it’s okay.” You gulped, and struggled to meet his eyes.

He grabbed your chin roughly, and forced you to look at him. It was intended to direct your focus at him, but when you flinched he growled and let go, storming into the livingroom and throwing your couch against the wall, leaving a large crack that seemed to go through all the way if the neighbors screams were any indication. 

“A-Anti stop!” You called, and rushed up to him, but soon all of your emotions were contradicting each other. Lashing out at him wasn’t something you wanted to do, but your brain was speeding through a million scenarios in the blink of an eye. “Why do you even care? You bully me all the time! How is this even different? I figured you’d be happy with how much you seem to hate me.” You winced at your own words, hoping you didn’t take it too far, but you did effectively make him freeze in his rampage of breaking most of the belongings in the living room. 

“Hate you?” He chuckled, before it turned into a cackle that could have come from a villain in a tv series. “Why the fuck do you think I hate you?” The electricity crackled around you, and he turned and stepped closer to you. “If I hated you, I wouldn’t bother spending time with you. I’d probably just kill you.” His grin was wicked, and you had a hard time focusing on his words while that terrifying look was on his face. 

“Y-You just kind of bully me a lot, so…” You mumbled, feeling like you’d upset him. That was the last thing you wanted right now, and his emotions were so unpredictable you never knew what he’d do next. It was a game with him, really. One second he could be beating the shit out of someone a few streets down, cackling wildly, and the next second he’d be sitting on your couch throwing popcorn in his mouth laughing at some bad horror movie. 

He scoffed and raised an eyebrow, but his grin never left his face. “Yeah. I do bully you, but I’m the only one allowed to.” He shrugged, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “If anyone else fucking messes with you, they’re gonna have to deal with me.” He cracked his neck, then his fingers as he stalked closer to you. 

It was a terrifying sight, and you backed away. Beforelong, your back was to the wall and he was towering over you. That grin only seemed to grow as your eyes widened in surprise. He elaborated, but really it only posed more questions. 

“If anyone’s going to break you, it’ll be me. You’re mine to tease, to taunt, to torment, and above all that? To protect. No one fucking messes with what’s mine.” He cackled, and leaned closer until his lips were only centimeters away from yours. “Anyone that hurts you only deserves the worst of what this world has to offer.” He leaned in, closing the distance between your lips. 

You gasped in shock at the sudden kiss, and he wasted no time in deepening it, one hand tangled in your hair as he pulled harshly and the other just barely at the base of your neck. It was nearly a desperate kiss, and you could barely breathe from how long he dragged it on for. Though after several moments of his tongue exploring your mouth, he pulled back. His smile was…still a wicked grin, but there were traces of tenderness in it. Very slight traces, but they were there. 

“Clean yourself up. I’ll be back.” He demanded, his voice sounding far too serious to have come from him. He snapped his fingers to make a display of his exit, before dissipating rapidly into particles and disappearing entirely. 

You pant to catch your breath, and stood there motionless. Did that…really just happen. Your hand trailed up, touching your lips softly to try and process the events that just unfolded. It wasn’t even clear how long you stood there, but a text notification popped up, and you pulled out your phone to see a message that gave you a genuine smile…despite questioning if it should have made you as happy as it did. 

“Sorry I wrecked your shit. Clean up your wounds. I’ll double check when I’m back from dealing with these pieces of shit.”

[th3w00ds]

Let’s Fix That with a Controlled Shock

@red-balloon12 @nwtbobsessedemo @colourfulmes

Fandom: Youtuber Egos

Trigger Warnings (if any): Character goes through a lot of pain, electrocution, betrayal, angst

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Natemare sighed as he approached the run down building that two of his… “friends” had told him to go to for some meeting. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. He looked up at the decaying walls, the plant life growing on them making it clear that the pizzeria hadn’t been open for quite some time.  He walked closer, opening the doors and stepping inside. The inside of the place looked even worse than the outside of it did, tables knocked over, the floors littered with garbage. Why the hell would they invite him here, to this shitty place? 

Natemare continued his walk inside the pizzeria, inspecting what he could see. No sign of either of the two. Were they even going to show up? He wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t. 

Suddenly, the lights on the main stage flickered on. Natemare snapped his head towards it, and he looked for any sign of a person. Both the ones who invited him had electricity powers, so it could be either.

“Hey! Anyone there?” He called out loudly. A chuckle rang throughout the room, and bolts of purple and blue electricity arced onto the center of the main stage, forming a person amid the broken animatronics. The form was center stage, standing in front of the withered Freddy animatronic. The one stepped closer as he formed, and Natemare recognized him.

“Natemare! It’s been far too long, my friend!” Dawktrap exclaimed, hopping down from the stage in front of Natemare. The Brit wiped at his purple vest after, making sure he was immaculate as always. His glowing blue and purple eyes slowly dimmed back to normal as his powers weren’t being used. 

“It’s good to see you too, Dawktrap! Where’s Anti? Have you seen him?” Natemare asked, looking around the room once again. 

“The bastard will be here soon. He’s always late to these,” Dawktrap answered, also looking around for any clues to Anti’s appearance. 

A couple of seconds after that, a flash of green electricity happened. Natemare had to blink rapidly for a moment to get his vision back to normal due to how bright the flash was. When he opened his eyes, he saw Antisepticeye in front of him and Dawktrap.

“You two seriously expected me to be here at the same time you were?! I was running late, Seán’s other egos were being assholes and tried to fuckin’ stop me from leaving! Can you believe that?!” Anti said, his voice glitching sporadically. Anti growled, and began to fiddle with his knife. “Who do they think they are?!” 

Anti was one for tantrums when things didn’t go his way, he always was. Dawktrap giggled, and Natemare smiled. The three of them hadn’t had a reunion like this in quite some time. It was nice, but out of the blue like this was very strange, and especially at being at Freddy Fazbear’s. 

“Anti, calm the fuck down, will ya? Remember, we’ve got something to show Mare!” Dawktrap said, still giggling. “And put the bloody knife away, you’re so attached to that thing.” 

Anti glared at Dawktrap, “I’ll put it away when I fuckin’ want to.” Anti stepped closer to the both of them, and gazed around the building himself. Natemare shifted on his feet, wondering when Dawktrap and Anti would get to what they wanted to “show him.” It was vague and quite odd, Natemare thought. 

Dawktrap began to walk to an open area in the room, ushering Natemare and Anti to follow him. Anti picked up his pace to walk parallel to Dawktrap, leaving Natemare to walk behind them. They reached the area, stopping their movement. 

“Now,” Dawktrap said, clasping his hands together, “Me and Anti wanted to show you something, Mare! You want us to?” 

Natemare was confused, but nodded nonetheless. “Sure I guess,” He said. 

“Great.” Dawktrap said, smiling. Natemare noticed a glint in his eyes as they started to glow. He tensed up, and took a step back. He wasn’t so sure about their intentions with this meeting anymore. 

“What are you guys going to sho- AGH, FUCK!” A sharp pain erupted from below Natemare’s shoulder out of nowhere. He quickly turned his head to see what had happened, and it was Anti. Holding a knife that was lodged into his back. They were planning on fucking attacking him?!

Natemare started to breathe in, preparing to sing in order to control them both and get them to stop attacking him. He could do it despite the pain, he knew he could. 

“Ah ah ah! No!” Dawktrap said, aiming his right hand towards Natemare. Natemare saw, and tried to prepare himself for what he knew was about to happen. Blue and purple electricity shot out of Dawktrap’s hand, and onto Natemare. It felt very painful, like many knives stabbing into him at once, but he could take a shock from one of them.

Anti let out a deranged laugh, which made it seem like he was enjoying this. Anti placed his free, left hand on Natemare, and it let out electricity as well. Now a mix of blue, purple and green electricity was arcing over and into his body, his muscles beginning to spasm. Taking a shock from one at a distance was doable, but he couldn’t take a shock from both of them, especially with Anti’s hand having direct contact with Natemare. 

He began to feel lightheaded, and was breathing erratically. It hurt so much. He wanted it to stop, to STOP, but Natemare had no idea how long they would keep up their sadistic fun. 

Natemare was on his hands and knees on the floor, breathing in and out at a fast pace, and he felt nothing but pain. Sharp, electric pain. It was too much. He could let it out, maybe it would relieve his pain. Natemare took a deep breath in, and started to scream in pain. 

It felt like forever, like the pain was forever and he was screaming FOREVER. HE COULDN’T TAKE IT, SO HE CONTINUED TO SCREAM. 

IT FELT LIKE IT NEVER STOPPED. 

AND HE CONTINUED.

TO.

SCREAM. 

The pain began to dim, slowly fading, and he noticed that the electricity arcing across him had disappeared, but the tingling and the pain had not yet gone. 

He opened his eyes and let out a shaky breath, looking up at Dawktrap and Anti, who were looking down at him. 

“Pathetic,” Anti sneered, “You were one of the most powerful egos of your group! And now look at you, Natemare… A worthless, useless, GODDAMN FAILURE OF AN EGO WITH NO POWERS ANYMORE!” He shouted at Natemare.

Natemare’s breath hitched and his eyes widened. No powers? W…What the fuck did he mean, no powers?! He had powers! He could control people with his voice! 

He tried to speak, but nothing escaped him. Nothing. NOTHING?! THAT SHOULDN’T HAPPEN, THAT- This couldn’t be happening! Had he seriously lost his voice?! Anti had said no powers anymore, so… did that mean Natemare would be without his main ability permanently?! No, no no no! 

“Natemare, you must understand, we simply… how shall I put this, thought you were too weak as you were. With your voice being your one and only power. We’ve helped you, see. You can adapt, you’re the type of person who adapts to anything. I’m sure this will be no different.” Dawktrap said, looking down at Natemare. 

Adapt? To this?! To having his main power stripped away from him?! Yeah, sure, he totally could! Natemare glared up at the two. Then another jolt of pain coursed through him, and he flinched. The knife was still lodged into his back. 

“And I’ll take this back,” Anti said, gripping the knife and slowly tearing it out. Natemare tried to scream in pain, but his voice didn’t work. 

“We’ll be going now,” Dawktrap said, “I assume we’ll be seeing you.” In one last flash of electricity, Dawktrap and Anti disappeared, leaving Natemare alone in the abandoned pizzeria. 

…Abandoned. 

Like he was. 

[jselorekeeper]

Definitely when I caught a clear glimpse of him when Jack kept ""glitching"" in his Sister Location gameplay for the first time

It wasn't scary by any means, but it WAS the first time I acknowledged this "Antisepticeye" dude

Jack managed to make Sister Location my favorite game because of his gameplay. It also began my obsession with FNAF

It's all because of this green man fr

Oh where so many people’s obsession started over this character 🥹

It was the perfect series for him

[motoroil-recs]

[X / X / X] [X / 🏎️ / X] [X / X / X]

A moodboard for Antisepticeye with imagery of blood, knives, bandages, teeth, and glitches with a messy vibe in green and black.

[antis-hell]

List of all my rp blogs in one spot

@green-grey-n-glitched - Antisepticeye & Darkiplier

@ilovelovebooks - Jim from good omens

@clown-prince-ofcrime - Joker - DC

@ivys-plants - poison ivy - DC

@the-w0lverine - Logan Howlett

[fromthedeskof-darkiplier]

Did you and Anti ever have a proper battle after Darkiplier vs Antisepticeye

I believe I addressed this fairly recently, but it depends on who you ask. Anti will consider nearly anything a reason to incite fisticuffs; fortunately, he often gets too caught up in his monologuing to realize I've left to do more important things by the time he's ready to fight.

-D

[altr5312916195]

Egotober Day Twenty two - Haunted - Chase Brody, AntiSepticEye

The grass of the empty soccer fields was shockingly green for the time of year. An echo of kids’ laughter and shouts tangled with the roar of the wind. Chase looked down at his palms, the swirling sigil of Raspy Hill was still burned into his skin. Marvin was right on that front. 

He trekked across the soccer field, into the neighborhoods across the street. Though the houses were devoid of life, they were familiar. He paused in front of his own, the toys in the front yard would fool a passerby into believing there was a family there. The unfortunate gut feeling led him inside. 

He passed the dining room table, places set, waiting for their people to sit. Voices whispered against the walls, laughter and stories long since shared. Chase didn’t even give it a glance, forcing himself through the house, up the stairs. When he stood at the end of the hallway he stopped, a red light emitting from his daughter’s room. 

Chase pushed open the door, a door he hadn’t touched in near a year. Everything was in its place, his daughter’s bed was perfectly made, Anti stood over it. Watching, waiting like a guardian. A cruel irony as the Reaper failed his job. 

Anti looked at Chase, over his shoulder. “It’s been a long time since we met, Chase.” With every word, Chase could feel the electricity in the air. Every nerve in his body urged him to run, the room turned cold. Anti fully turned to face Chase. He stepped back as Anti approached. “Long time without your family.” 

“You took them away from me.” Chase pointed at Anti. He smiled. “Is that what happened?” A sharp pain hit Chase’s brain, he grabbed his head, buckling over in pain. 

The memories of that night never looked right. Nothing was perfectly clear. The blur of Anti standing over his daughter, the blood on Chase’s hands, the sound of Stacy’s cries, their sons' endless questions. It was a mess in his mind. Sometimes Chase could assure himself the blood had gotten on him because he picked his daughter up, the monster that stood over her was what killed her. It wasn’t him. 

It wasn’t him. 

Chase was on his knees when his vision cleared. Anti stood over him. His face was wet, he frantically swept the tears away. “You took them away from me.” Chase choked out again. “Did I?” Anti asked, kneeling down. “Did I? We’re the same Brody. I am your mind. Your thoughts, your anxiety.” Anti glitched behind him, a whisper hitting Chase’s ear. “I am everywhere.” 

The red light cast shadows of their figures onto the ground. Chase choked on his tears, moving to crawl away. He gripped the carpet like a lifeline, dragging his body. “It wasn’t my fault.” He repeated this. 

Anti laughed at Chase’s babbling. “It’s not your fault? Who let Henrik study you? So desperate to save yourself you didn’t consider the consequences.” Anti grabbed Chase’s shoulder, forcing him to face him. “You made a monster because you are a monster.” 

“No!” Chase cried, frantically grabbing at the carpet underneath his hands. A cool plastic made him jump, and he pulled it up, aiming for Anti. The bright colored Nerf gun popped, an echo mocking Chase and his futile actions. Anti laughed, grabbing the plastic gun. 

“You were always so scared of the real thing.” Anti tossed the toy up in the air, landing in his left hand. Suddenly the bright color of it was gone, a reflective metal in front of Chase’s eyes. “Work, alcohol, driving off roads, jumping off buildings, but guns were the limit?” 

Chase struggled to put space in between him and Anti. “You’re my puppet now Chase, don’t you see that? You made me, and now I’m going to take everything from you. It’s your fault.” 

“No.” Chase trembled, looking down at his hand. “It’s not my fault. I didn’t do it!” He grabbed Anti, his other hand wrapping around Anti’s neck. The sigil seared into Anti’s skin, burning. The entity struggled in Chase’s hold until Chase overpowered him, pinning him to the floor. Chase let him go, stumbling back away from the angry creature. 

“What did you do?” Anti scrambled to grab Chase with one hand, his other hand feeling the burnt and lifted skin on the back of his neck. “What did you do?” Anti got a hold of Chase’s shirt, Chase stared into his dark green eyes. 

For a moment, the world was quiet and his vision was clear as he looked back at the monster that haunted him. 

The floor fell out from under him, the wind caressing his body. He struggled to find something to hold, wrapping around a warm, familiar hand. He cracked his eyes open, meeting the warm brown eyes of Henrik.

[southerndragontamer]

Happy Halloween 2: Tricks and Treats

Halloween was known for being the time of year for costumes, for pranks and candy, for scary stories and for those who practiced magic to find a zenith of power from the veil between worlds being at its thinnest.

Of course for you, this meant you were at home for the night, porch lit for trick or treaters with a big bowl of candy and baked goods nearby and while you waited for anyone to show up you were watching scary videos. More specifically you were watching Mark’s and Jack’s older Darkiplier and Antisepticeye videos. What could you say, you loved the pair of dark sides and their stories even if Dark’s was more fleshed out at the moment, Anti’s was catching up with the lore from Anomaly.

As you switched from Raspy Hill to the start of Sister Location, you shivered as it suddenly felt like it got colder, as you heard the hum of your lights increase. You pulled the blankets more around yourself in response and tried to tell yourself you were being silly, you’d done this before and there hadn’t been anything like this. It was just the excitement of the holiday getting to you.

But for a split second you could’ve sworn there was an extra giggle in the video from the glitch.

When you switched again, this time to Dark’s part in ADWM, there was definitely an electronic almost static hiss and the lights dimmed a bit more than usual…you felt chills down your spine. You could’ve sworn for a second there was a smugness to Dark’s smile when he appeared. You had the urge to go check the breaker and out of worry for the wiring, you paused things and did so. Your flashlight scanned over the breaker box, nothing seemed out of the ordinary and when you touched any outlets they were room temperature so you didn’t think anything was in danger of catching fire, which relieved you as you went back to the living room.

You blinked, the video you’d had your phone on had changed to the PAX video for Anti. You hadn’t changed it before you left, had you? You must’ve though there wasn’t any other way for it to have switched, you shook your head and told yourself you were getting caught up again. But while it was there you clicked play.

When Anti said that you’d found someone to replace him, there was this sneer to his face that hadn’t been there last time…he spoke with more of a snarl. You swallowed down the instinctive rebuttal as there wasn’t any way for him to hear you anyway and this was an old video it shouldn’t be changing…Then Anti suddenly laughed, a feral grin stretched across his face and you felt your stomach drop as his voice whispered in your headphones.

“Are ye so sure o’ tha’ puppet~?”

You threw your headphones off, paling as the realization that you were in the middle of something you really should not be and yelped as a clawed hand broke through the screen of your phone like it was little more than water. You threw your phone as the lights flickered and started to flare green and then red like an alarm.

Anti glitched his way out of your device in a way that looked painful considering how small the screen was, his form flickered between the more animalistic and more calm fury he’d shown recently, scar dripped with almost black blood as his eyes either green eyeshine or a manic green and blue or black, locked onto you.

You bolted and he cackled, the sound piercing and made your head ache to the point you almost collapsed, you were half blind in panic as you ran through your own home to try to get to the backdoor. It felt strange all of a sudden, the wood creaked and groaned and seemed to warp under your feet, the static and white noise was right behind you. Lights popped and glass shattered from the overload of power that was forced through them with a near hungry hissing growl.

“Ye can run but ye can’t hide from me puppet~”

You felt your lungs begin to burn, your blood roared in your ears and you couldn’t speak from the terror that constricted your throat, the static felt like it was right at your back. Anti was closing in on you, you had to get away you didn’t want to be caught, you sprinted and leapt for the doorway.

The ground suddenly fell away underneath your feet as if it had never been there, a furious, brain scrambling sound that was almost a roar almost made your ears bleed as clawed hands swiped against the ends of your hair in an attempt to grab you as you fell into cold black that surrounded your home.

The air was stolen out of your lungs, you didn’t have any time to scream as wind whipped around you and you subconsciously flailed blindly in an attempt to try to catch yourself. But of course in the void there was nothing to grab onto, instead a hand clamped around your wrist and almost wrenched your shoulder out of its socket. Your head snapped up, wide eyed as you began to pant now that you weren’t in an endless free-fall into oblivion…to meet Dark’s gaze.

The shadow smirked at you as he lifted you to the patch of land that appeared underneath him. It looked like glass…or maybe a frozen lake, it shined like a black mirror…and let you go. You panted hard, trembling as your body tried to leave the adrenaline fueled survival state you’d just been in. There was a soft tsk, and your chin was being tilted up just so to make eye contact with Dark as he softly rumbled.

“You poor thing, so terrified…Anti’s always been a brute on these nights. You’re fortunate that you weren’t solely in his camp hmm darling?”

You shivered softly and swallowed, you didn’t really know how to react to any of this even as on reflex your cheeks tinted with heat. You felt calmer now, the last of the panic left you as he talked like a hypnotic charm. Dark stroked your chin just once before he stepped back, his touch lingered on your skin. You took a deep breath and stood up as you refound your wits, about to answer him when there was a cascade of static and green flared into black as Anti manifested on the other side and prowled over to reach Dark.

“Oh no ye don’t ye icy bastard! They’re mine!”

Dark chuckled and smirked, hands behind his back in his usual position as he responded back with a twitch of his lip.

“Your name isn’t on them Anti, and they quite literally fell into my hands. Am I supposed to just ignore that?”

Anti bared his teeth in a feral manner, crackling with energy as his body flickered and glitched and you couldn’t really look at him for long or your eyes almost crossed.

“Fockin yes! Ye know what my strings feel like and they’re covered in em!”

You looked down at yourself confused and partly in shock and concern and gasped a little as you saw green strings coiled around your wrists and body, you felt them tight around your throat like a choker. Dark’s scoff made you look up to the arguing Egos.

“And you know what my shadows feel like, and they’re also covered in them.”

Your eyes widened more as you saw them as well now, wispy smoke-like shadows curled around your body just like Anti’s strings, the two forces were mixed around, the static sparked against the frost that the shadows created. Clearly, neither of them liked ti share, which was proven when Dark sighed and let out a growl at the same time.

“It appears we’re at an impasse, they’re equally claimed.”

Anti didn’t speak in words but the visceral sound of fury he made in response made you clamp your hands over your ears to try to stop the pain that erupted in your mind. Your vision swam in and out of focus after it stopped and you whimpered a little, unsure if it was the aftermath of whatever pulse had been through your body or if it was the fact that you were in the Void but Dark and Anti didn’t..look normal.

Anti was a mess of static, glitches, multiple eyes of different shades of green, black or blue even brown, and too long limbs with knife like claws, too wide grin with too many teeth, for a few moments his neck looked like a second maw, as his body contorted and twisted you felt nauseated.

Dark was almost the same shade as the abyss around you all, outlined in red and blue that was cracked and fractured and held together like broken glass, three pairs of eyes, one blue, one red, one outlined in a faint silver, his body looked too big, too much in the space and you felt squished.

You couldn’t really…focus, it felt like too much for your human mind, the next second the two of them flickered back to ‘normal’ human bodies again. Masks back in place. They looked at you, then each other and then they both smirked.

“Looks like you have to make a choice darling.”

“We do not share puppet, yer lucky I’m even entertainin t’is shite”

You looked between them and your heart sank slowly in your chest and you swallowed hard. You didn’t know who you should pick…what would happen if you made the wrong choice…but you had to. The clock was ticking, unless time didn’t exist here? Time was broken for the both of them after all.

There was a soft hum and it was both of static and shadow as they waited for you to speak up, to make a choice between them. Between Dark’s cold nature that spoke of blunt truth, that you’d be treated like a bird in a gilded cage who would hardly notice when something happened. Or Anti’s unpredictable nature that was hard to tell whether he lied or told the truth, that you’d be treated like a plaything who would need to pay attention.

This was a twisted Trick or Treat….and you had no way to know which would be which until you picked it.

[daka-d3monb0y]

JSE Altrverse Fic I made like a week ago.

⚠️NO ALTRVERSE SPOILERS⚠️

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Marvin hurriedly searched through his spellbook. Page after page, flipping through them all. The demon was nearing, he needed to be quick.

"Marvin~" Anti's glitchy voice said from nearby.

Marvin picked up the spellbook and ran. He attempted to continue to find what he was looking for.

Looking behind him we could still see Anti. This hallway was endless, and no matter how fast he ran the demon was always close.

He tripped and fell, his face smashing onto the ground. "F*ck!" He said. His glasses were destroyed. He put on what was left of them and attempted to look through the book. One last page turn, and there it was.

He looked behind him again. Anti was now walking. He wanted Marvin to run. He wanted Marvin to fear him. The chase was the game, not being caught.

Marvin began saying the incantation, holding one hand out in front of him.

"It's no use!" The glitch spat. "You're weak. It won't work."

Marvin didn't stop. He kept at the spell until a green portal began to form at his fingertips.

Anti growled, standing a few feet behind Marvin.

As the portal was fully made Marvin laughed. He closed the book and ran through. It began closing behind him.

Antisepticeye jumped through, just getting through the portal before it closed.

Behind them, though, a body lay. Long green hair and foggy grey eyes, a familiar mask in his hand. But it wasn't in the hallway. It was on the ground, the spellbook open beside the breathless body. No movement. A soulless husk in the dirt. The book lay open to a page labeled VERTO CORPUS. (Body Swap).

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EXPLANATION:

(Basically in my AU, Egos cross over AU, Marvin gets magic from Anti. Well Phantom gives him the Antimatter in question which is still sentient Anti if he uses too much power. This AU I used a similar idea with Antimatter.) So this universe's Marvin knows he's dying, so he tries to swap bodies with himself from another universe. But uhhh he dies. But the spell sort of works. He can't transfer his consciousness because he dies, the never ending hallway is his hell. But it transfers his power/Anti. So however Marvin gets his powers is ACTUALLY just a coincidence and he now has sentient Antimatter from another universe inside him giving him magic powers. So uhh that's how Anti would become a problem in the comics.)

This AU would go like Alterverse!Marvin gets it mysteriously and then he gets memories he doesn't know. This was just an AU and not a theory or anything.

Anyways that's all ^^

[elfmoon3]

It's Sam

This only took me about minutes.

I found this wooden eyeball Halloween decoration at Michael's and thought, "Hey, I should paint this green like Septiceye Sam." It is kinda a rarity to find things that remind us of our favorite YouTubers, like if someone saw a pink mustache they automatically think of Markiplier or if they see an hokey mask they think of H2ODelerious.

I like to tribute @therealjacksepticeye when I can with arts and crafts such as this. Also, I never had any neon green paint, so I asked my brother's fiance if she had any, but she said no, but she gave me a green that could work. I even painted the veins, but it didn't turn out well. I'd also like to thank @green-grey-n-glitched Especially the Antisepticeye of that blog, for telling me about Sam's color. Maybe next time I see some neon green paint, I'll probably do a canvas art of Sam. If anyone has any ideas for another project, I'm all ears.

[mothgodofchaos]

Decorate

I was reminded of how my favorite depiction of Anti is a guard dog who is used to being scary but is learning not to be anymore, so enjoy that version of him.

Antisepticeye x GN!Reader, TW: knife, attempted stabbing Words: 710

You set out the frosting, sprinkles, and cooled cupcakes on the table, making sure there’s nothing that can be accidentally torn by his claws. With a smile to yourself, you move your hair out of your face and peek out into the living room.

“Spark, I got a surprise for you in the kitchen.”

“Oooh!!”

Anti bounces up from his game onto his feet, running past you into the dining room. He’s glitching all around the table, investigating all the things you’ve set out. When he pokes one of the frosting bags, his pupils go wide with intense interest.

“What’s t’is all for?”

“Decorating cupcakes! It’s like… 3D painting that you can eat. But not yet, we gotta decorate them first.”

You hold his wrist, squeezing some frosting out onto one of his fingers, with a little on your own for yourself. He mimics you, sticking out his long tongue to lick the frosting off from a distance. His nose twitches as the sugar hits his tongue, before he sticks his whole finger in his mouth, removing it when clean.

“I like t’at, I’m gonna eat it.”

“You can eat more after you wash your hands and decorate your own cupcakes. But, you get free reign over how you decorate yours. I won’t touch them.”

“Okie!”

He glitches over to the sink, quickly washing his hands before returning. You help him pin back his hair with a headband and it’s nice seeing his whole face when he’s excited like this. While you know he enjoys playing with his hair, you know he’ll fuss if he gets frosting in it. Anti floats in the air, tongue sticking out the side of his mouth with concentration as he frosts his cupcakes green. You haven’t told him they’re chocolate cupcakes yet, wanting it to be a surprise. After introducing him to chocolate and coffee, he’s gone a bit feral over both of them since. 

You focus on making your cupcakes, not really paying much mind to what Anti’s doing other than making sure he’s not just eating the frosting straight out of the bag. He hovers over your shoulder when he finishes up, watching you decorate.

“Yes, baby?”

“Just watchin’.”

He’s trying to be patient and wait for you, but when his hyperactive nature is to almost literally bounce off the walls, it’s definitely hard. He starts fiddling with your clothes, running his claws along the seams of your jacket.

“If you’re bored, you can go back to your game, sweet boy.”

“No, it’s okay. I can wait!”

Anti slowly moves to wrap himself around your torso, using his antigravity abilities to adjust himself in a way as to not obscure your ability to decorate. You pat his head as he gets settled in, fully hugging you with his whole body.

When you finish up your cupcakes, you go back over to wash your hands, before reaching up to give your clingy puppy of a demon more headpats. He purrs happily, ears wiggling as he leans into your hand. But when the doorbell rings, you’re given a second to react before Anti glitches away, going to attack whatever poor sap decided to alert you of their presence.

“Anti! No! No stabbing!”

You run to the front door in just enough time to pull Anti off the delivery man and not impale him on his favorite kitchen knife. The delivery man looks scared out of his wits, eyeing Anti who is growling over your shoulder. You sign for the package, closing the door behind you.

“Anti. We don’t just stab people because they ring the doorbell.”

He goes to snap back, but just looks tired. Anti glitches his knife from his hand, rubbing his arm.

“Sorry…”

You walk up to him, holding his face.

“You don’t have to be scary. It’s okay. Just, no stabbing people, okay? I don’t wanna get sued, or have the police show up. Although if the police show up, you have permission to scare them off.”

“...I can do t’at.”

“That’s my boy. Let’s get some cupcakes, yeah?”

In an instant his mood is reversed and he glitches away to get his cupcakes. You wonder if he was always this excitable, or if he’s only this way with you.