#gt jacksepticeye fanclub

[lady-bee-fechin]

My Sweet Brody 2

When Chase came to, his body was sore as certain parts of him ached causing him to groan.

“Shh,” breathed a voice above him, “its okay Chase. Don’t try to move as much yet.”

He felt something soft yet cool delicately brush his forehead, pushing back some hair that had fallen on his face.

“Oh Chase.” The same voice mumbled sadly, “Sweetie, gods I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

The stroking of his hair continued; their touch very cautious.

Gradually it was lulling him back to sleep which Chase happily accepted.

Meanwhile Crystal, the giantess, watched him with somber eyes.

She had placed him on a pillow in the middle of her bed, laying next to him on a separate pillow. She had already decided that Chase would be sleeping with her and her mate.

While he probably won’t admit it, Kaidan was fond of the tiny Brody since he never wanted to eat him despite his teasing of how delicious Chase tasted in the past (he stopped when Crystal caught him licking Chase, snatching the tiny away and giving him a bath to rid of Kaidan’s saliva). He finally found out what his mate was like when angered, receiving no responses to his words, no looks, she even went as far as sleeping on the couch to avoid him before he promised not to pull a stunt like that on her favorite tiny.

One thing that Crystal knew for sure, was that when Kaidan hears what had happened to Chase, there will be a lot less tinies in that tank. And this time, she won’t do anything to stop him.

Tagged:

@nerdqueenkat @askthedarkfamily @spooky-scary-lesbian @tiny-yan-anon @clanwarrior-tumbly

[tzds-gt]

An anon requested some Anti fear play a while ago, so here it is!

You were sitting in the living room, watching one of Chase’s videos. Everyone in the Septic house was out for a while, so you had the place to yourself.

Anti was home first, long before anyone else.  You heard him before you saw him, partly because of your magnified borrower hearing and partly because he was swearing up a storm. If he was any angrier, you would be seeing a bolt of lightning and rain clouds suddenly appear.

You heard a bottle crash in the kitchen, and immediately kicked into emergency mode. You darted under the couch cushions, listening.

Anti's screaming was nearly incoherent, but he sounded like he was mad at... Jack? You didn't know a Jack.

You heard walls breaking, and a horrible screech of metal on metal. You peered out of your hiding spot, just in time to see Anti storm into the room. He glitched wildly, throwing knives and punches at everything. You winced as a knife shattered the TV, then Anti punched it for good measure. That had to hurt.

Anti glared around, then turned his rampage to your couch. You squeezed back into your spot while Anti tore a pillow in half, and threw a blanket aside. You felt the comforting protection of the cushion being torn away, and your heart nearly stopped.

Sure, the room was a mess, but you were now exposed to Antisepticeye's wrath. Alone. He glared down at you, his eyes slowly turning... less black, you guessed. He was breathing heavily.

"Yer Chase's lil roommate?" He asked.

Unable to speak, you simply nodded. "Uh, hi. I don't think we've met? You're Antisepticeye, right?"

His eyes hardened. You were about to accept your fate as a casualty, but after a few seconds he seemed to calm down.

Then a knife impaled itself in front of you.

"Run, darling! If I do this right, I can make it look like an accident!"

You ran into the framework of the couch and hid under it.

Anti giggled. "Come on, don't you want to have a little fun?" He peered under the couch at you.

You ran out behind it, putting the furniture between you and the glitch.

"Yer giving me a real workout!" He shouted, as he vaulted the couch and landed in front of you. "Too bad I'm made of energy!"

You darted back under, this time moving under the nearby chair that was losing its padding.

Anti slashed it again for good measure. You went back to the couch.

Anti seemed to know what you were doing. He reached under to grab you, so you ran out the far side of the couch. "You can't outrun me, tiny person!" He shouted. He leaped over the couch again, this time catching you by your shirt.

"See? I gotcha!" He grinned maniacally.

[pepperminthotchocolate]

Gtjsefanclub Anniversary Day Two: Shrinking

“When did you notice the change, exactly?”

Signe’s feet swung involuntarily as she sat on the examining room table. She and Sean had been waiting for a little over half an hour before Doctor Holstrom had been able to see them, and after dismissing her concerns only to realize that she was right to be worried, he had spent an hour more poking and prodding her with needles, testing her reflexes, heart rate, measuring her height and weight, not to mention a medley of other practices before he vanished for another twenty minutes. To say that she was a bit tense was an egregious understatement.

“It was about three days ago. Sean and I…I used to come up to about here on him. Now, I only come up to his shoulder.”

“Right, five foot on the nose…hmm.” He muttered, examining the papers on his clipboard. He paused for a few more seconds before heaving a great sigh and looking up at Signe. “It would seem that you are a potential case of Physicalia Dimintuva. “Shrinking Syndrome”, as I’m sure you’ve heard it on the news.”

“Yes.” Signe muttered, confirming the inevitable in her mind. She almost expected there to be some other diagnosis, but what else could it be? Sean’s hand brushed up against her own and she took it. “What kind of treatment should we expect to go through?”

“Well. At this point in time, actually, there isn’t much we can do. This is still a relatively new phenomenon.”

“What do you mean? Hasn’t there been research happening for the past year? Isn’t there some plan for how to combat this?”

“I understand that this must be frustrating for you to hear, but we aren’t sure.”

“But…you just took tests for over an hour. Surely there must be some kind of information you can give us.”

“We can’t chart what directly caused the change, simply because we don’t know when it started. There are so many variables involved, including your genetic makeup, the severity of the sickness, what could possibly cause THAT-“

Sean jumped in, trying to keep his voice leveled and calm. “Please, Doctor Holstrom. Is there anythin' we can do?”

He drummed his fingers against the clipboard, considering his words. “We can keep running tests. This is still a relatively new phenomenon, one thought to be entirely impossible. By all accounts, this shouldn’t even be happening to anyone.” At this he turned, coming around to face the young couple. “When these cases started cropping up all over the country, we assumed it was no more than a farce.

At first, we believed that the disease was cutting down on the space in the atoms that make up your body. Atoms do indeed contain vast empty space in terms of volume versus substance, but that space is actually quite small when compared to the size of light particles. Visible light rays cannot penetrate into the nuclear region of an atom and the higher radiation energies that can usually have a destructive effect on the thing…or in this case person.

“However, now we realize that’s not the case. Your body is slowly transitioning into a self-collapsing material that behaves in a way differently than atoms do. We can’t fathom it, everything in the world is made up of atoms, and yet the blood and tissue samples we have taken from various patients show how the disease is changing their entire genetic makeup.”

“Wait, what does that mean? Self-collapsing, that sounds like it’s harmful.”

“On the contrary! We expected disaster, that once this new material folded in on itself too many times that the patient would pass away, but they simply stop shrinking once the atoms have reached their peak. You must understand, this phenomenon is very rare, so samples are still far and away hard to find. Some patients stop at just around a foot under their normal height…while others…” He trailed off, not meeting Signe’s gaze but choosing to look at Sean instead. “A man was found in the crack between the floorboards of his home. The housekeeper only noticed a speck of dust before he was swept away into the dustpan. It had been determined that he had been dead for a week. At that size, it’s just impossible to survive. The world’s simply too big.”

Signe’s hand was practically going numb from Sean’s death grip. She looked down at it; only her fingertips past her knuckles were visible behind his seemingly enlarged hand. “What do we do?” He asked once more, only the slightest tremor in his voice.

“We’ll continue to run tests. That case was the most extreme we’ve seen so far, and we’re making some progress into finding a cure. We’ll be in touch throughout the whole process.”  

“I don’t want my girlfriend to be treated like a lab rat.”

“She won’t. But believe me when I say we’re your only shot at making sure she doesn’t become the size of one.’’ He turned back to me, the conversation suddenly very serious.

“Now, in the meantime, there are certain precautions that you should take. As the disorder begins to take hold, you’ll notice your body will go through rapid changes. Some of the more serious effects include vertigo, increased anxiety, emotional instability or paranoia, migraines. This, of course, doesn’t happen in every case but it’s something to be on the lookout for.

“Also, with your change in size, you will easily become more susceptible to diseases. Always make sure that you’re eating well and staying hydrated. Even the smallest cold could prove to be detrimental.” He scribbled something down on a piece of paper and handed it to Signe. “You should get this prescription filled as soon as possible just in case anything crops up. It’s an analgesic, but it’ll also relieve the symptoms that accompany colds or the flu.”

He looked between Signe and Sean. They were both at a loss for what to say. “That should just about cover it. In the meantime, call if anything out of the ordinary comes up.”

The silence was deafening on the train ride home. “Baby? Are you okay? You haven’t said a word since we left the office.”  

“’Be better in the morning’, huh?” Signe’s voice trembled ever so slightly.

He gave a small, sad smile, though his prominent eyebrows knitted together in an expression that betrayed his concern. “C’mere.” He muttered, pulling her in closer to his side. Her feet were already dangling an inch or two off of the gray, speckled floor. In turn, he already seemed bigger. Stronger. Even more out of place. “You’ll be okay. The doctors will take care of it. They’re bent on turning everything back to the way it was.”

What was there to say? “How am I just supposed to sit and wait here? I don’t want to end up too small for you to see.”  

He leaned in, planting a kiss on her forehead. “That���s not going to happen. I promise you, they’re going to find a way to make…whatever this is, stop. And I’ll be here through everything. No matter what happens.”

She nestled closer to him, her head falling into the crook of his neck. “Why is this happening?” She whispered, the tears finally flowing after a long, stressful day.

He sighed. “I don’t know. We’ll be okay. We always are.”

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I’m up early, so here’s Day Two before I go to work! I know this seems a little out of character for Jack, but I figure when it comes to the #seriousbusiness, he’s much more calm than we’re used to. I promise, antics will ensue in the next few chapters. Enjoy!

[bumblingsocialmoth]

*slides this onto your dashboard* Yes hello hi I still make art yes please enjoy _(:,3」∠)_

[askmetaborrowers]

The Next Day With Amanda and Jack

Jack woke up and immediately grabbed for his phone. He looked at the time, ignoring the fact he seemed to have two missed calls. He winced when he saw it was almost 3 in the afternoon. Well, that’s what he gets for staying up all night. He sat up and stretched before getting ready for the day. He hurried as much as he could, excited to talk with Amanda again. As soon as he was done he practically ran to the kitchen and started knocking on the walls.

He listened closing for any footsteps or her voice, but frowned when he didn’t hear anything. He grabbed his chair and looked in the vent, but didn’t see her in there either.

“Amanda!” Had she left? After everything the night, er that morning, would she just leave?

“Amanda!” He hopped off the chair and started looking around.

Amanda, meanwhile, was sitting inside the walls behind the kitchen cupboards munching on some cheerios she had borrowed early this morning while Jack was still fast asleep. Amanda had always been more of a morning borrower, which for once had worked out in her favor.

Amanda listened to the knocks echoing throughout the walls and Jack’s loud voice calling her name. It was so strange to hear her name coming from a human bean.

Amanda frowned. She hadn’t technically promised to come back, and even if she had Amanda was pretty sure she could live with the guilt of lying to a human.

“Come on Amanda! Please! I just want to talk!” Jack looked around a bit more before collapsing into one of the chairs. Maybe she really had left. Or she had been a coffee, sleep deprived hallucination. But he was pretty sure that wasn’t it. Still, he probably shouldn’t be surprised if she left.

He thought for a moment before getting up and looking in the fridge. Maybe he could get her to come out with the promise of a hot cooked meal.

Amanda heard the knocking and calling of her name die down. Had Jack really stopped searching for her? Amanda couldn’t decide if she was offended or relieved.

Amanda packed up the rest of her cheerios and began to climb inside the walls back up to the vent where she could watch Jack. For a moment Amanda thought about switching locations since Jack had seen her here already, but Amanda figured it was still a safe spot. After all, if he came too close Amanda could just dash back into the walls.

Nevertheless, Amanda laid down on her stomach in the vent to help prevent being spotted. A heavenly aroma wafted up and looking down Amanda spotted the familiar sight of boiled potatoes. Amanda had always loved potatoes because they were good even cold and could store for a while.

Jack finished putting the potatoes on a plate and set them on the counter. He bit his lip, hoping this would work.

“Uh oh!” He cried in a very fake voice. “It looks like I made too much food! Whatever will I do!”

Amanda rolled her eyes and cringed. She should have known a human bean wouldn’t give up looking for a borrower so easily.

After nothing happened Jack pouted before another idea popped into his head. He took out a fork and took a bite.

“Oh! It’s so good! I’ve really outdone myself this time!” He paused, listening with bated breath.

Amanda sighed, facepalming with second hand embarrassment. What, did he really expect this to work? How dumb did he think she was?

Jack sighed after a bit and dropped the act. He groaned and face planted on the counter.

“Come on Amanda! I’m trying here! Please!” His shouts were slightly muffled by the counter.

“Oh this is absolutely pathetic.” Amanda whispered to herself. She pushed herself off the ground and decided it wouldn’t hurt to talk to him from the vent again. She paused, trying to figure out what to say.

“Hey!” She yelled out to get his attention, cupping her hands around her mouth.

Jack lifted his head with a start, eyes toward the vent.

“Amanda?”

“Who else would it be?” Amanda joked, continuously trying to convince herself this was a good idea.

“Amanda! You came back!” He thought about going up near the vent again, but decided against it. He didn’t want her to leave.

“Um...Potatoes?” He motioned to the plate.

Amanda considered it. The possibility of eating warm food was tempting, but the idea of being out in the open near Jack was not. Amanda imagined watching Jack shovel forkfuls of food larger than her body into her mouth as she had to sit by and watch, hoping she wasn’t next on the fork. Amanda shuddered, terrified at the thought.

“I’ll grab some later.” Amanda replied, deciding against it.

“Oh.” Jack frowned, but he kind of expected it. “Some other time then.” He set the plate aside.

“Well, I am glad you came back.”

“Yeah, well…” Amanda rubbed the back of her neck. “So, let’s just get into it then. You had questions, right?”

“Right, right. Uh…” Now that he could ask, his mind seemed to have drawn a blank. “Um...so, you’re a borrower right? What’s-What’s that like?”

“I mean, it’s alright.” Amanda said. “I don’t really have anything else to compare it to, but it would definitely be easier to be human because there’s a whole lot of danger when you’re my size. And you’ve gotta be really active because it takes a lot of strength to climb up places, not to mention it takes forever to get anywhere.”

“I bet. Don’t think I could ever do any of that.” He chuckled. “So, did you live at the hotel? How did you even get into my bag?” That particular question had been bugging him. How had he not noticed a tiny girl get into his bag?

“I climbed in when you set it down.” Amanda answered honestly, taking care not to mention Allison. “You had grabbed my hook and I wanted it back.”

Jack blinked. “Your hook? Oh! So that’s what that thing was.” He frowned. “Why was it outside our door?”

“Well I kinda sorta was being chased.” Amanda said. “And when I ran to go hide I accidentally dropped it.”

“Chased. By Dan right?” Jack asked. Remembering seeing Dan right before finding the hook.

“Yup, I think that was his name anyways.” Amanda recalled the incredibly tall, lanky human intent on finding her.

“Yeah. We don’t know each other well, but I would still consider us friends.” Jack shrugged and looked off to the side for a moment before realizing something.

“Wait! Hold on, I’ll be right back!” Jack started to leave, before stopping for a moment. “Please don’t leave.” He said before heading into his room and checking his phone. Just as he thought he had a missed call from Dan. But he also had a missed call from Mark. He bit his lip.

“Now who do I call…” He muttered to himself.

[madd-catter]

Jack and Human-Sam :3 Well, people already draw them small as an eyeball, so why not as a human?

(Also, Jack says Sam doesn’t have a specific gender, so I just chose girl cause I wanted a ponytail)

[pepperminthotchocolate]

Gtjsefanclub Anniversary Day Three: Eyes

Signe gathered her feet up onto the seat of the kitchen chair.

The quiet hum of the morning was always her favorite, especially on stormy days such as these. Nothing much to do, nowhere to rush off to in a hurry this early in the day. Not to mention she could enjoy her cinnamon tea in peace before she went hopping off to tackle the day. The polka-dot speckled mug looked peculiar in her little hands; now she likened it to one of those novelty soup cups that took on the appearance of a regular mug but were much too large for one to use in one sitting.

Well, she could use it, but not before the tea would get cold.

Though, she supposed, it was dangerous to leave herself alone with her thoughts. Inevitably, her mind would drift back to what was always her main focus; how tall was she now? How much had she dwindled throughout the night? What looks different about her new perspective being just a few inches shorter? Was the shrinking speeding up? Slowing down?

…What would she do when she couldn’t get around on her own? She’d had to drag over a kitchen chair and stand on her tiptoes to crawl up on the counter today. What would happen when that was an impossible task?

She felt Sean’s presence behind her as he slid lazily into the kitchen. A yawn and a quick peck on the top of her head and he was ambling off to make his own coffee. Every day he seemed to grow more immense. Even the sound of his socks shuffling against the wooden floor was magnified.

They chatted idly about what they had planned for the day. It wouldn’t be too terribly busy – just a lazy Sunday. Grocery shopping was on the list, which after last time would be an adventure all in itself. “An’ I promise I won’t run off this time at tha sight of bacon and cheddar-flavored Taytos. No need to call for me on tha intercom.” At least his hair made him easy enough to find.

Signe was up to his waist now, barely toddler height. What would he do when she got to be the size of a mouse?

She’d just have to find a way to get around on her own. Of course Sean would be more than willing to help her, as he’d made clear throughout the entire process. Throughout the course of the past two weeks he would constantly check up on her and ask if she needed help with anything. He made all of the meals and picked up all of the cleaning she couldn’t do on her own. He brought her tea even when she didn’t ask. She appreciated the help, although she would much rather have her independence.

Her head was pounding. She pushed the impending thoughts out of her mind. The tea was set aside and she focused on coloring in her sketch.  

That’s why Signe felt the need to draw so much. It was beyond being a hobby; it was one of the only things left that she could stand to do on her own. Not to mention it finally gave her an excuse to try traditional media as opposed to sticking with her usual tablet and computer mouse.The figure’s portrait was drawn with his head thrown back, laughing with a wide, toothy grin.

One last swooping shade to give his hair more dimension, then she would get to move on to her favorite part. Besides his caricaturistic eyebrows and shock of neon green hair (although the brightness was starting to fade a bit), it was his eyes that made his portrait unique.

Eyes were always a main focus in her work – her style was mostly cartoonish with exaggerated expressions, which meant the eyes were far and away one of the most important parts. Eyes could tell a lot about a person, animated or not. Luckily, her boyfriend happened to have a good pair to work with.

Sean’s eyes were electric blue, which made sense because everything about him was electric. He was always bursting with boundless energy, whether it lingered at the surface or was coming at you full force. Yet, Signe knew that to every shade of blue in his eyes there were ten more shades underneath it. There was a strange softness to them, almost as an afterthought. He had the kind of striking eyes that sent tingles up your spine, sent goosebumps running over your skin. His eyes were just one of her favorite things about him.

She quirked an eyebrow at the weight that settled on top of her head. It wasn’t overwhelming, just odd. She reached up and felt the scraggly hair of his beard falling right above her hairline. His arms came to fall on either side of the table beside her. “Watcha drawin’?”

She smiled, lowering her head closer to the page. “Just some guy.”  

He gave a goofy smile; it was strange to admit it, but he thought she looked so cute bundled up in her oversized, fluffy bathrobe with strands of hair falling into her face. She was adorable anyway, but in her new state he could really marvel over it.

“Is that me?” He intoned cheerfully. “D’aww, it looks so nice! I like the eyes.”

“Thanks.” She said quietly. Unwittingly, he had highlighted her previous thoughts by being so close to her. How much larger those arms seemed to be than they were just a few weeks ago…

His smile fell the smallest bit. She didn’t sound all that sincere. “Are you okay? You seem a li’l distracted.” He asked, standing up and coming around the side of the table.

“It’s just the usual. I mean, what else is on my mind these days?”

With a grunt and a sigh, he settled down at the kitchen table with his mug of coffee. Signe was hunched over her work, a stern tenseness in her brow. She was hardly ever serious, but she always wore her emotions on her sleeve. “Ah yes, that. Not like it’s a big deal or anything.”

“Mmm.”  She hummed absentmindedly.  

“Though some would argue that there’s little to be done in this situation.”

“Sean, this is serious.”

“…You’re just being a li’l short-tempered, is all.”

She set her pencil down on the table with a resounding clack. “Sean.”

“No, I know. I can only imagine what you’re feelin’. But on tha bright side, you’re just little. At least you’re not little and…I dunno, growin’ an extra head or somethin’.” He took a long sip from his mug and let out a contented sigh. “And that’s fine, it’s gonna be weird for a while.”

“Really?”                                                  

“Yeah, of course! It’s that whole “new experience” thing you’re always talkin’ ‘bout. Once you get used to it…you know, it might not be normal again, but after a while it won’t seem so bad.”

“An’ even though I know fuck all ‘bout emotions sometimes, I know that once you’ve got somethin’ in your head you won’t let go of it until you get it all out. Even though that in itself may be a trip with you. You’ve got more bottled up in there than you’re lettin’ on.” He reached over, gently gathering her hand in his It all but disappeared within his loose grip, and it took everything she had not to pull away. Even he seemed to pause at the sight. He looked up at her. “You need to talk to me. Tell me when you’re feelin’ bad, good, tired, need to pee. Everythin’ in between.”

There were those eyes again. Even tainted with sadness and uncertainty, they flashed with live electricity.  He leaned in more toward her. “Okay?” He said, giving her a sweet, encouraging smile.

“Alright.”

There was a longer bout of silence. Signe wasn’t sure what to feel at this point. Of course she had every right to feel how she did. But at the same time he had a point. It wouldn’t do her any good bottling up her feelings. If anything, it would make her feel smaller than she already did. She took a quick sip of her tea before picking up her pencil again.

“Why did you draw m’ears so pointy?”  

She grinned. “Because you have pointy ears.”

“No I don’t!”

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What can I say? The man loves his puns.

It was a bit of a stretch to fit the whole “eyes” theme for the prompt, but I think I made it come full circle. This part was definitely an exercise in creating realistic dialogue, by which I am no means a professional. I’m hoping that I captured their Jack and Wiish’s personalities well enough. Hope you all enjoy!

[lady-bee-fechin]

Prompt: sleep

Espi paced back and forth as she waited for her friend to arrive. She had another nightmare and this one unnerved her to the core. Usually he was awake around now but he was no where in sight. “Maybe Jack got ahold of him?” She mumbled to herself only to yelped when she was suddenly scooped into a pair of warm hands. “Hey Espi!” Glitched the green-haired demon, grinning broadly before he frowned at a realization, “You’re up late.” He brought her closer to his face, peering at her to see the tear stains along with their red eyes. “Nightmare?” He asked in a surprisingly soft voice. Espi just nodded her head, looking away while rubbing her arms sheepishly. “Well that won’t do!” Chirped the energetic demon, already heading off into a random direction. Espi knew better than to say something when it came to Anti’s sudden decisions. So instead, she just sat down and enjoyed the silence of the night. After roughly twenty minutes of Anti walking, Espi began to feel her eyelids grow heavier, lulled by the gentle rocking sensation of Anti’s footsteps and the heat radiating off his skin. The green haired demon smirked when he felt his tiny friend finally slump against his chest, having fallen asleep. “Works every time.” He chuckled softly as he continued to head towards his home where Espi would spend the night. Maybe he could try again in asking her to move in with him.

For @pizsospa

[paperbaghero]

If y'all see any Wolfiplier or G/T YouTube fics

Tag me, link it to me, fucking ship to my house!! I NEED SOMETHING!!

[paperbaghero]

I want to draw more G/T (and by G/T, I mean just G) YouTubers But, as you can see, I’m dry of ideas... anyone want to put in?

[bumblingsocialmoth]

A quick sketch that turned out better than I expected....

[bumblingsocialmoth]

Good lord I spent way too long on this and it still looks like shite Dx Ah well, you can have it anyways Giant!Jack and tiny!Mark for your viewing pleasure. Jack you can't just grab your friend like that even if he is smol. So rude :/

[bumblingsocialmoth]

Mooooore tiny!Jack ^__^

This is the only part of this drawing that looks decent, so here ya go! xP