#jacksepticeye isn’t in here oops

[spiffghosthuntingcorporation]

You seemed to know quite a bit about ghost hunting, Dan, did you come into contact with any ghost hunters before you met these lads? If yes, how did you get out of it? And if no, how did you come by this knowledge?

-Baba

…Alright. Ghost Writing, EMF, and Fingerprints?

Myling.

Kevin?

He’s right!

Okay. Hunting behaviors of a Revenant?

Fast when it sees you, slow when it can’t.

Kevin?

Perfect answer, again.

A Spirit’s weakness?

Smudge sticks. Since most Spirits are often ghosts of people who were killed recently, they still retain a good amount of their senses, and a Smudge Stick overwhelms their sense of smell far longer than a different type of ghost.

Kevin?

Jesus, give a guy a moment to flip through the journal… Right, again! That’s, what, the tenth correct answer in a row?

I wasn’t keeping count. Daniel, how the hell do you know all this stuff? You know ghosts better than they know themselves!

I don’t know, really. I didn’t come into contact with any ghost hunters before you all - luckily - so I have no clue how I know any of this. I just… Do. Same way I know all of your equipment, and what it does. It just pops into my head, even though I haven’t even seen any of that for the past five years.

I’m sorry. I wish I had a better answer to give you.

Don’t worry about it, really. The knowledge just makes you more a part of the team.

Speaking of which, we’ve got another job. An old farmhouse, down at Grafton.

Damn, already? We just finished up at that Bleasdale farmhouse.

It shouldn’t be too bad, it’s another relatively small house. If we go fast enough, we might even be able to get a few hours of sleep.

Oh hey, did you see Kiwo earlier? She was practically dead on her feet.

Yeah, Minx and I talked about her. Apparently they’ve had jobs four nights in a row. The only reason Minx isn’t exhausted is because of energy drinks and enough coffee to fill a lake with.

Seriously, what is with the amount of jobs we’re getting? Has there actually been that many recent deaths?

I don’t know, but I don’t like it. We should ask Spiff if he’d maybe give us a break.

Nobody’s even seen him in a week! He’s just been in his office, talking on the phone about who knows what. And when he’s not locked in there, he’s completely gone. Spiff’s always been kind of distant, but at least he’d come out and talk to us!

I don’t even know how any of us haven’t seen him update the job board. You just turn around, and suddenly you’ve got a new assignment.

Lads, let’s not focus on this right now. Let’s just do the job and get paid. Then we can ask questions.

[insane4fandoms]

ARGH i am thinking so intensely about the potential differences of a mack played by jacksepticeye. deranged and unhinged in a different way.

because i feel like a lot of mack's characterization as a control freak is very much matpat's specific portrayal of him, so it'd be interesting to see jack's interpretation, since his acting of insane characters seems to be based a lot more on chaos rather than control.

idk the only thing that comes to my mind when i think about jacksepticeye!mack is this song-

First of all, you have great taste in music.

Second of all, I love the idea of a possible Mack with an entire personality. I really like it when actors have their own spin on the same character, but still having the charm of the og.

I would love to think Jacksepticeye’s take on Mack would be having a personality like Beetlejuice, Oogie Boogie, or any Tim Burton character.

But IMAGINE the choice when you tell Jack!Mack that he isn’t Mark, his big old grin faltered immediately, and he slowly gets more and more insane, grabbing you and shouting in your face, all the while, glitching erratically:

“Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ”

Oop, got a little intense there.

Anyways, here you go

[chibi-pix]

Okay, so @rueitae mentioned in a tag about the mermaid AU since it’s been so long since I’ve drawn for it. So! Here I am, redrawing part of my first picture of the giant!Mermaid Pidge AU. It feels nice being able to draw this again, especially since it feels like my art has changed since then.  Fun fact! When I first came up with the giant mermaid AU, I was watching Jacksepticeye’s playthrough of Subnautica for the umpteenth time. It somehow got me wanting to have such AU, giant creatures and all. While drawing this one, for that feel again, I decided to turn it on again.  For those interested, this AU has a fanfic called Deep Waters. You can read it here. The AU is Plance, Pidge x Lance, in the long run, even if this picture isn’t exactly that, it’s just terrified Lance and curious Pidge. 

Anyway! I hope you guys enjoy this redraw! I’ll admit, for a moment, I forgot how I used to draw water and bubbles. Oops. But! I think I got it! Well! Until next time!

[celestialmarkiplier]

Coming Out to Pay (Anti x Reader)

Requested? Yes! Anon requests: hi I really love your work, could I request sean/anti x reader where reader keeps teasing sean and he eventually gets fed up and anti takes over?? nsfw if you can, but you don't have to. thank you ily!!

Fandom: jacksepticeye

Pairing: Sean x Anti x Reader (I will most likely be calling him Jack, though, not Sean. sorry it's just a habit!!)

Warnings: NSFW!!!! (at some point in this one shot i stole a line from supernatural oops im not sorry)

“Whats up, green bean?” you ask as you make your way into the bedroom where you see Jack typing away on his laptop.

He makes a small noise at the nickname and doesn’t look up from his laptop as he responds. “I'm talking to Mark, Bob, and Wade about filming some more prop hunt,” he mumbles. You nod and lay beside him, watching him converse with his friends for a few seconds before getting bored.

“Jack… baby, I’m bored.” You whine and push lightly at his shoulder to get his attention. He shrugs you off and goes back to typing, muttering a small ‘one second’ before all you hear is the clicking of the keys as he presses down on them. You wait a few more seconds before groaning and taking his laptop. He seems surprised at first, but after seeing you shut the laptop and put it on the table on your side of the bed he pouted.

“Give it back,” he says as he makes a move to reach for it. You smack his hand away and shake your head.

“Nope, not until you agree to do something with me. Come on, honey. They can wait like ten minutes.” You try to persuade him but he shakes his head.

“Not right now, Y/N, just wait for me to finish setting up a time and stuff then we can go do something, alright?” Jack says with a raised eyebrow. Honestly, you would have let him go, but when he is doing stuff like this it usually takes a while. Usually, you would have already left, but today you just felt extra… well, extra.

“But green bean…” you whined once more, suppressing a smirk when his jaw clenched for a split second. It always aggravated Jack when you called him that, you didn’t know why but you knew you loved his reaction. It was hilarious.

“Y/N, what did I tell you about that?” He gritted out, once again trying to reach for his laptop but failing as you smack his hand away again.

“Tell me about what, green?” You quirked a brow and that was when you saw it.

It was small, to anyone else it would have gone unnoticed; but to you, it was clear as day. There was a small glitch on top of his shoulder and over the right side of his neck. You honestly didn’t know how to explain it, but it happened. You furrowed your brow in confusion then shook your head, maybe it was really just your imagination?

Before you could question it any further Jack was speaking again. “Y/N, I mean it. You don’t want to see me pissed. Just give me back the laptop and we can do something later.” he growled and yeah, okay, you would have given him back the laptop then but honestly, where was the fun in that? If he wasn't going to do something with you, you would have to make your own entertainment.

“Ooh, I’m so scared, babe.” You laugh, not missing the flush running down his face due to (what you assume is) anger. “No offense, but you couldn’t hurt a fly, green bean.”

“That’s it,” Jack growled and this time you know it isn't your eyes playing tricks on you. You see another glitch, this time it's his face glitching between his normal face and a static-filled version of him with a dangerous smile. You gulp, the glitching starts to happen more violently and you take a step back. What the hell is going on??

“Jack?” you mumble after a minute, shakily reaching out for him and putting a hand gently on his shoulder.

His eyes suddenly snap up and he gives you a sickly sweet grin. He suddenly looks different. Like a whole nother person while still being in Jack’s body.

“You know what, little one? I don’t think I like your tone.” He says with that same grin he gave you before as he takes a step towards you. You furrow your brows deeper and look at Jack in confusion, taking a small step back. Little one? Jack has never called you that but holy shit you could get used to it.

You chuckle somewhat nervously and try to dig yourself out of this hole. “Okay Jack, you win this one. Let me get your laptop.” You go to pull away again but he still doesn’t let you go.

“Nuh-uh, try again, doll. You see, Jack is- well, he’s gone. I run the show now.” Jack- well, apparently not Jack lets out a glitchy giggle before stepping towards you again and the realization suddenly hits you as to who you’re dealing with.

“Anti.” You whisper out the statement, feeling fear fully take over your body and glue your feet to the ground. Jack had always warned you about the demonic entity that lives inside him, but you had never came face to face with him. Not until now, at least, and you were completely and utterly terrified.

“Bingo.” He smirks before you are suddenly thrown back onto the bed with such force the bed almost shifts with you. Anti straddles your hips on the bed and must have sensed how petrified you were because he locked his blue and green eyes on you and gave you an almost genuine smile. “Oh, c’mon doll, don’t be nervous. It’s still Jack, just… you know, a better version.” He giggled before continuing, “When he comes back into consciousness he won’t even remember I was here, he won’t know about any of this. So, what do you say?” Anti purrs against your ear, trailing his sharp nails lightly down your sides and running his nose along your jawline. You apparently took too long to answer, because he growls and nips at a spot on your neck causing you to involuntarily gasp, “I need answers, little one.”

You know you shouldn’t be thinking about this; you know your answer should automatically be ‘hell no’. But… something about Anti is clouding your mind, your body is suddenly hypersensitive to his every touch and all you can think is more, more, more. Anti must know about your reaction, because you feel him smirk from where his head rests on your neck and then he’s peppering kisses all over the area, almost wiping all of your doubts away- almost.

“Wait! Fuck, no, I can’t. You aren’t Jack and it would still be cheating.” You whisper but your eyes still flutter closed when his hands move under your shirt to massage the skin on your waist. He might not be Jack, but it’s still Jack’s body, and his hands still make heat pool in your stomach.

Anti either didn’t hear you or didn’t care, because his light kisses turned into harsh sucks and bites and his hands on your waist were now wondering, one going up and massaging your breast while the other traveled down to your pants and rubbed you through them causing you to gasp and involuntarily buck your hips up.

“I’m sorry? What was that? I didn’t hear you, little one, did you say to stop?” the cocky smirk sketched into Anti’s face said it all, he knew you wouldn’t tell him to stop now. You were already too far gone and he had barely begun. You’re only response was a moan, and apparently, that wasn’t the right answer because you immediately felt him pull away from you, all of his influence gone and your head now clear.

“No!” You whined, your head might have been cleared from Anti’s influence, but that didn’t mean you weren’t a needy, desperate mess. You still needed him, you didn’t care about the consequences at the moment. “I-I need you, please.”

Anti shrugged, looking cocky as he said, “Show me how much you need me.”

That’s how you ended up naked, on the bed, on your knees with an equally naked Anti in front of you. You slowly took him into your mouth, not missing the small hissing sound that came passed his lips. The sound only encouraged you to continue, bobbing your head and looking up at the green haired man above you. He was thrusting into your mouth now, holding you still by your hair and continuing until he was close to tipping over the edge then pulling out.

“Good girl,” he hums, undressing you slowly and looking you over with a lopsided grin, “So beautiful. Lay down, I’ll show you how a real man handles sassy girls like yourself.”

You were buzzing in anticipation, watching his every move as he kisses his way down your body.

He looks up at you, digging his nails into the flesh on your hips to keep you from moving as he slowly licked over your entrance.

You gasp and thread your fingers through his hair, gripping tightly and tugging slightly on it. This causes him to growl, spreading your legs further apart and eating you out like a starved man. He had you moaning, throwing your head back and not being able to think straight for a while before you could feel the heat in your stomach becoming too much.

“A-Anti, fuck I’m so close,” you whine and try bucking your hips (but fail because of his death grip on your hips).

He lifts his head to give you a cocky smirk, grinning and showing off his canine-like teeth as he says, “You should know the drill by now darlin’, you gotta beg for it. Show me how much you deserve to cum, doll.”

Right after he says that he goes back to devouring you and you are whining again. “Please, Anti. Fuck, I’ve been such a good girl, I can’t- I need to-” You are cut off by the green haired entity moving up and sucking on your clit which sent you right over the edge. You came with a cry and a harsh tug on his hair, your whole body spasming as you came down from your high.

Anti was still going, you had to force him out from between your legs and when he finally did come out, his chin and mouth were glistening with your slick. You expected him to- well, you weren't sure what you expected, actually. But you didn't expect him to slide a hand up around your throat, holding it with a firm but still comfortable grip as he said “I never gave you permission, doll. Now you’re in for a real treat. Your night is far from over.”

(A/N: I CANT DECIDE IF THIS IS REALLY GOOD OR REALLY SHIT??? i mean, enjoy i guess? tell me what you guys think bc idk -S)

[turquoisemagpie]

Healing

1)

It was getting near closing time along The Lanes at Brighton and most shoppers and tourists were making their ways either to late night restaurants or bars, or home. Marvin the Magnificent Magician preferred late afternoon crowds; more tired parents with hyperactive and highly intrigued children were usually drawn to his pitch, and inattentive adults meant more room for mistakes. “Right! One more go at the card trick again. I’m sure I’ve got it this time.” He straightened the pack of cards and then spread them out in a fan in his hands, the faces facing a small boy in front of him. “Pick a card! Any card!” The boy reached out for one. “Not that one!” Marvin yelped, making the boy flitch. He then smiled and laughed, “Nah, I’m just kidding. Pick any card.” After a bit of hesitation, the boy pulled out a card. And 5 or 6 more cards with it. Marvin kicked those fallen cards to the side. “Never mind them, never mind them. Now, take a good look at that card.” The boy did so. “Had a good look? Think you can remember it?” The boy nodded. “Ok,” Marvin sang, “put it back in the pack.” The boy slipped the card back into the fan of cards and Marin began to shuffle, not before picking up he fallen cards off the floor. Marvin wasn’t the best at shuffling smoothly, neither was he discreet at hiding the fact that he was keeping his index finger and thumb on the boy’s chosen card, but the adults were too dazed to noticed. He noticed a few eager children were onto him so he loosened his hand and let a few cards fly out from the pack and onto the kids. “Oops! Runaway cards! They’re not supposed to turn into birds yet, I haven’t done that trick yet!” He laughed and some of the kids laughed with him, while the odd adult mildly chuckled, and the older children continued to look unimpressed at life in general, not just his clumsy magic tricks. Marvin inhaled sharply and announced, “Ok! Cards are nicely shuffled!” He kneeled down to the boy’s level and place the cards on the floor, the backs facing up. “Now, I’m going to spread them out and one card, out of all of these cards with the backs of them showing, will be facing up, and that, hopefully will be your card!” His voiced trail off slightly. He wasn’t sure if he did the trick right; he probably shouldn’t have thrown a couple of the cards at the kids. He spread out the card evenly and, as told, one card was faced upwards. Marvin pulled it out. “Is this your card?” The boy shook his head. Marvin hummed. “That’s strange.” He took his top hat off and looked in it, tipped it upside-down and shook it. “Nope! Nothing there-” “Jacksepticeye!” An older girl shouted out, pointing to his bright dyed green hair. “You’re Jacksepticeye, aren’t you?!” Oh Christ, he thought, Not again. Soon a group of young people added themselves to the crowd and eagerly awaited what ‘Jack’ would do next. But this wasn’t Jack, this was Marvin. And how he wished that would have been clarified. Marvin was his own character. Just as Jack was from Sean, Marvin’s doppelgänger, as well as the other ego’s doppelgänger. Don’t let it bring you down, he snapped to himself. “Right!” Marvin said quickly, collecting the cards and swiftly standing up before the boy’s disappointment could set in. “Next trick!”

A stray cat skittered out of an alley in fright from the sudden monstrous crash that came from the dust bin nearby. After a small struggle to pull himself up from the fallen mess, Jackaboy Man stood up and hastily brushed scraps of newspaper off his bright red hero suit. He tried to catch his breath before setting off down the alleyway at high speed. He’d tried to land close to Marvin’s pitch spot without disturbing his performance as Marvin had warned him time and again never to make a landing spot in the middle of his crowds; mainly because the event of a man in a bright red onesie and a small green cape falling from the sky usually scared the majority of people away. But as much as Jackaboy respected Marvin’s rules, the hero would need to pull the magician away as soon as possible for the emergency that had occurred. Jackaboy Man reached the end of the alley way that lead onto The Lanes. One alleyway down from him was Marvin’s performance. He’d need to get to the alleyway behind him to grab his attention.

Marvin pulled his watch off from around his wrist and held it out clearly to his young audience. “You see this watch? Nice watch, isn’t it? Well, let me tell you, I have a good magic trick to do with this watch.” He pulled out a black silk handkerchief from his back pocket and wrapped the watch in it. He held it out in a flat palm to the audience, so they could confirm the watch was there inside the parcel of silk. He then straightened himself up and coughed and held the watch out in a long arm, the corner of the silk handkerchief between his finger and thumb. After a small pause, he tilted his hand to let the watch drop. He jolted his hand up a bit, and the handkerchief lightly unfurled, and, instead of a watch, a card flew out onto the floor. The small boy from before jumped with excitement. “My card! My card! That’s my card!” Marvin bowed as the suddenly very impressed crowd began to clap. After the applause he announced, “And as for the watch…” he stretched his arm out and pulled a watch out from under his long sleeve. “…back on the wrist.” “Two watches!” An older guy at the back jeered over the crowds’ heads. “Two, you say? Ha! You are wrong sir.” Marvin japed. Then he pulled up his sleeve to reveal his arm was lined with many other identical watches. “I’ve got about 6 or 7!” The older adults heartily laughed at his joke. The younger adults didn’t really get the Tommy Cooper homage trick, but they clapped and whooped him vigorously. Probably because they think I’m Jack, he thought, sighing internally. Marvin pulled his sleeve back down and bowed once more to the crowded. One more trick, he thought to himself as he turned back to his suitcase to rummage through his magic stash. “Psst!” Marvin looked up. Through a gap in the dustbins within the alleyway he saw a blue eye mask with equally blue eyes peeking through. “Jackaboy?” Marvin whispered. “Finish your show!” he urged, “I need you now!” Marvin turned back to the crowds and announced the end of his pitch. Packing away his stuff, the crowds dispersed. Well, some of the crowd. The Septiceye fans lingered. They approached him and asked for a selfie. Marvin obliged, taking off his magician-cat mask to show more of his face to seem more like Jack. He could hear Jackaboy in the background getting more agitated, so quickly rushed them off on their way. Finally packed up he walked into the alley to Jackaboy Man, who grabbed him and pulled him further down, scanning the walls of the buildings for a safe way up to the rooftops. “Calm down there, Red tights!” Marvin chuckled, “What’s happened?” Jackaboy stared at him, his light blue eyes were wide and wandering, as if he was scared by something. “Is there a way you can… compact yourself in someway? Can you shrink yourself? Anyway I can carry you in a lighter version?” Marvin’s hands ran down the seams of his cape. “I can use the old Mary Poppin’s bag trick on my cape, if you want-” “Good. Do it now. Quick.” Jackaboy interrupted, nearly pulling the cape off Marvin’s back. Marvin flinched back and placed a hand on the hero’s shoulder. “Wow! Calm down! Tell me what’s happening.” Jackaboy gulped through his rapid breathing and said, “It’s Jack. He’s in trouble.” Marvin’s body stiffened slightly with concern. “W- what kind of trouble?” He began to unhook his cape from his back. “I don’t know. An hour ago Dr. Schneeplestein sent a message saying Jack was unwell so he would do a check up on him. Soon afterwards I got a message from Jack saying ‘I need your help.’ Then he called me, and when I answered he didn’t respond, but I heard agonised groaning in the background.” Jackaboy was shaking now. “I tried calling Schneep after that but he wouldn’t respond. Something terrible has happened.” “Ok, calm down.” Marvin shushed to him calmingly, “We’ll get to his house now. Here.” He passed him a small fragile glass cube of a green substance. “It’s a smoke bomb. Throw it on my cape when we’re there and I should reappear.” With that, Marvin the Magician whipped his caped over his head and let it fall over him. Unexpectedly it fell to the floor softly, and Marvin had disappeared. Jackaboy Man picked up his cape and strapped it to his belt while also pocketing the smoke bomb. Then he climbed up onto the rooftops and leaped into the air, on his way speedily to Jack’s house.