#marvin's a wuss

[broadwaylewzur]

hes not a scary movie fan

- req for @violentlyscreamingfish

[rabid-dog-steve-horn]

[itsshellybitch]

Family

Sorry for the delay. I’ve had writer’s block.

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Shelly Marsh hated Thanksgiving.

She had very little to be thankful for. Her stupid headgear turned eating into a chore, so she couldn’t even enjoy that. She hated that the holiday was so close to her birthday. Sometimes, it even fell on her birthday. Those were the worst years of all.

Worst of all, Thanksgiving was all about family and Shelly hated being surrounded by her stupid family.

Thanksgiving at the Marsh house was usually a small event. They had very few extended relatives, so the guest list only consisted of Marvin, Jimbo, and Ned (and Aunt Flo, when she was still living).

“That grizzly we bagged must have weighed at least six hundred pounds! Ain’t that right, Ned?”

“Mhhm, yepper,” Ned intoned.

“You should have seen it, Stanley!” The turkey leg in Jimbo’s hand threatened to fly across the room as he waved his arms around. “I tell you, we got enough meat out of that sucker to hold us over for the next year!”

Stan’s skin took on a greenish tinge. “That... that’s great, Uncle Jimbo.”

“We’re driving up to Routt next weekend! Gonna bag us a few elk! You wanna come with, Stanley?”

Shelly glowered. Her uncle had never invited her to go hunting with him.

“Jeez, Uncle Jimbo. I would, but I have this... thing. With Kyle. It’s for school. Yeah, school.”

Shelly snorted. The turd was such a pussy. Unlike her. She would have been perfectly happy to pump some stupid moose full of lead. 

Her grandfather must have been reading her mind. “Billy’s too much of a bleeding heart wuss to shoot anything! He wouldn’t shoot me! I even offered the little ingrate a dollar!”

“Stanley is not a wuss, Dad!” Sharon defended. “He’s a sweet, compassionate boy!”

Shelly nearly gagged. She was in no mood to sit through her mom’s latest episode of the Stan Marsh Love Fest.

Her dad of all people managed to save Shelly from puking up her cranberry sauce. “So the Broncos are looking pretty good this year, huh?”

At that, every single male at the table erupted into conversation. Sharon wandered into the kitchen for more gravy.

Shelly tapped her fingers on the table impatiently. She wanted to sneak some leftovers over to Kevin before it got too late. She wished that she could have invited him over for dinner. If anybody knew what it was like to be treated like an afterthought by their family, it was Kevin. It would have been nice to have an ally at the table with her.

She glanced around the table. Everybody else seemed to be having the time of their lives. Her brother was babbling about his and Kyle’s fantasy football roster. Even her grandpa looked less grumpy and suicidal than usual. Ned, ever chivalrous, joined Sharon in the kitchen to see if she needed any help.

Shelly finally slipped away from the table unnoticed and crept upstairs to her room. She could no longer stomach her meal. She was sick and tired of being invisible to her family.

How was it possible to feel so alone while being surrounded by so many people?

[anothersillyfanblog]

Declaring War On Rounders

Day 14: Sports.

Jackie had actually suggested rounders for games’ night. Everyone else had, on some degree, rejected that idea. Aside from Jameson, who thought it sounded ‘swell’ but had no damn clue how to play.

“I mean, that’s okay if no-one wants…” We shouldn’t just put down our friend! Jameson jumped up, frowning. “I don’t want to damage my glasses.” Henrik justified. “I declared war on it when I was thirteen.” Everyone stared at Marvin with a lot of confusion. “It reminds me of bad times.” Chase concluded the reasoning. “Don’t most thi-” Henrik stopped himself “I mean, ja, we’re not doing it. Though Wii sports would be an idea…”

Jackie shook his head “No, I get it, I do. I just want to ask, though… how did Marv declare war on Rounders age twelve?” “Yeah that got me.” Henrik agreed. “Well,” Marvin began “It was many, many years ago, in a high school quite far from here…”

“It was June- nearly July- approaching the end of my first year in high school. We were out on the beautiful fields of Ireland, bats in hand, watching the sun glisten glistening-y on the grass and the dewdrops (for it was morning). I’m sure you can imagine it! Picturesque, it was, the perfect day of ultimate perfection- the birds singing on every tree and all that, as they prepared for the calamity that was about to ensue.

Not even before I step up to take my place batting, I feel it my bones: sabotage from above! But I wave it away thinking ‘oh, it’ll be fine, my intuition is probably false.’ I take my stance, looking the bowler in the eyes- he was a complete wuss, I knew his throw would be terrible- but as it turned out, my definition of knowledge was wrong. His throw was glorious, could’ve made it to the sun. But it didn’t. It made it to me…”

Marvin paused for dramatic effect.

“…And I hit it. All the way across the field, in fact. I started to the run and one thing I think you should know is that, though it was sunny upon this morn, it had been raining abysmally the day before! So I was running, first base- good, second base- LOVELY, but on my way to the third base, oh on my way indeed!”

Jameson squeezed Henrik’s hand in fear.

“You see I felt the very ground tremble and quake beneath my feet, so I paused (for no less than a second). When I continued, my feet had altered course just a little to the right and I passed over what appeared to be a molehill. We may never know. Either way, the trembles became audible, the cracks began to appear- and I fell, six feet, through the soil, into a rocky ditch, where I proceeded to break a leg and heavily injure my other one.

The P.E teacher was really angry for the lesson had pretty much only just started and this was the second time that month he’d had to get a child out of a ditch! Either way, he screamed at me to ‘stop mucking about’ and ‘get out that mud!’ Of course I screamed back. Nothing specific, just screaming really (because my leg was broken and I was stuck in a ditch with only the company of a rounders bat). He looked down at me. Then at my leg. Then at me. Then he called an ambulance and proceeded to instruct the other kids accordingly.

Do you know what he instructed the other kids to do? Carry on playing rounders! Whilst avoiding the ditch, naturally. This worked perfectly. And by perfectly, I mean people kept (hopefully) accidentally hitting the ball onto my head- or worse, my leg.

So do you want to know how things get worse for young Marvin? It was when one young lad we’ll call Connor came running, full pelt, when another boy charged into him (trying to get the ball).”

He breathed in sharply.

“Well. The second boy knocked young Connor over, who toppled into the ditch and onto me. And of course, this boy (let’s call him Dense-bones) wobbled for a moment- to everybody’s dismay- before following suit. So within the span of a few seconds, really, I somehow had two boys on top of me and my broken leg. My leg was STILL BROKEN and I was STILL IN A DITCH. Except now there were two of my classmates laid on top of me.

One of the boys climbed out, I couldn’t see which for the pain was blocking gaps in my consciousness at this point, but I think he helped the other out. All I know is that one of them, whose name may have been Connor, absent-mindedly dropped his bat whilst climbing up. I blacked out.

Woke up in hospital. Never played rounders since.”

“Wow…” Jackie voiced all of their thoughts “that is a reason.”

[exex-lovers]

Marvin don't be a wuss, let us see pleaaasseee

Nope. I'd rather preserve what little dignity I have left.

-Marvin

[unicornery]

For my own amusement, I started tracking how the songs from the Billboard Hot 100 from this week in 1974 have been used in movie soundtracks. Feature Films only people! As you read, you will see the “gimmes” that made me think of the idea, but I’m putting this behind a cut because there ended up being so many which had a soundtrack match. As a reminder, you can follow along as I do the Hot 100 each week corresponding to which classic AT40 and VJ Big 40 get played on SiriusXM ‘70s on 7 and ‘80s on 8 respectively with my ever-changing Spotify playlist. 

100. “Beyond the Blue Horizon” - Lou Christie. This one is a cheat because when I looked it up on Spotify it showed up on the Rain Man soundtrack. The only song I could have told you off the top of my head was in Rain Main is the Belle Stars’ version of “Iko Iko.” Rain Man marked the first soundtrack appearance for Christie’s version. 

98. “The Air That I Breathe” - The Hollies. Very memorable appearance in The Virgin Suicides, which had the score done by, wait for it, French electronica duo Air. The song would go on to be heard in other movies. 

90. “Billy Don’t Be a Hero” - Bo Donaldson and the Heywoods. The Paper Lace version appears in The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. Both acts topped the charts with the song on opposite sides of the pond: Paper Lace in the UK and Bo Donaldson and the Heywoods in the US. [Update: the BD&H version may be in "To Gillian on Her 37th Birthday"] 

87. “Hollywood Swinging” - Kool & the Gang. This oft-sampled track first appeared in a feature film in the 2005 Get Shorty sequel Be Cool. 

84. “La Grange” - ZZ Top. Armageddon first, followed by others. 

68. “Band on the Run” - Paul McCartney and Wings.  I didn’t search for this at first because I didn’t think there would be anything, but then Jet was on the chart at #27, so I did a twofer search on imdb. Jet has not been in any films (save “One Hand Clapping, a rockumentary on Paul, which I don’t count for purposes of this discussion) but “Band on the Run” appears in The Killing Fields, in a shocking scene that contrasts the light tone of the pop song with the horrors of the Khmer Rouge’s executions of Cambodian citizens. 

66. “For the Love of Money” - The O’Jays. Has been used many times, according to IMDb the first feature film use was the Richard Pryor roman a clef (if I’m using that right, I only know it from Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man) Jo Jo Dancer, Your Life Is Calling. 

59. “Rock Around the Clock” - Bill Haley and his Comets. Notably used in Blackboard Jungle, the song is on this 1974 chart for its appearance in American Graffiti. 

55. “Rock and Roll, Hoochie Koo” - Rick Derringer. First one that comes to mind is Dazed and Confused bc I had that soundtrack, but it has been in others.

49. “Love’s Theme” - the Love Unlimited Orchestra. The swirling strings of this song indicate that someone is indeed falling in love. That’s my way of saying, if you think you haven’t heard this, you have. Imdb has it in Mean Girls, among others. 

47. “The Way We Were” - Barbra Streisand. The titular song of the 1973 film The Way We Were, starring Barbra and Robert Redford. A little long, but worth a watch bc Barbra is amazing in it. At the 1974 Academy Awards, Marvin Hamslich won Best Original Song honors for this tune, and was awarded Best Original Dramatic Score for his other musical work on the film. I always think of Lisa Loopner’s big crush on him.  

44. “Don’t You Worry ‘Bout a Thing” - Stevie Wonder. First feature film usage was the 1998 Eddie Murphy flop Holy Man, which surprised me as it’s such a good song, you’d think it would have been in something earlier. Notable given Eddie’s impression of Stevie Wonder he performed on SNL! 

42. “Rock On” - David Essex. Michael Damian’s cover (or remix as described by Patton Oswalt) was recorded for the 1989 2 Coreys classic Dream a Little Dream, and per imdb, David Essex’s original appears in the alternate-history comedy Dick, from 1999. 

37. “Oh Very Young” - Cat Stevens/Yusef Islam. Surprisingly, this sweet song appears in the gross-out bowling comedy Kingpin. 

36. “Jungle Boogie” - Kool & the Gang. This song may have been used in the most films and tv shows of any I’ve researched so far, but its first appearance was in Pulp Fiction. 

34. “The Payback - Part 1” - James Brown. First feature film appearance was in 1995′s Dead Presidents. A different James Brown track appears on the soundtrack for racist-ass Melly Gibson’s Payback from 1999. 

33. “Help Me” - Joni Mitchell.  Another why’d-it-take-ya-so-long shocker, this mellow tune first appeared in the 2018 sci-fi movie Kin, narrowly beating Welcome to Marwen from 2019. 

31. “The Entertainer” - Marvin Hamlisch. The title theme from the Redford/Newman team-up The Sting. Hamlisch won a record-tying third Academy Award in 1974 for Best Original Score for The Sting.  It seems at this time Best Original Score and Best Original Dramatic Score were separate categories. Hamlisch would win Grammys for both this and “The Way We Were,” eventually becoming an EGOT winner in 1995.

30. “Eres Tú” - Mocedades. This Spanish Eurovision entry notably appears in the buddy comedy Tommy Boy when Chris Farley and David Spade’s characters sing along with the radio. 

28. “Midnight at the Oasis” - Maria Muldaur. Catherine O’Hara and Fred Willard perform their own rendition in the Christopher Guest film Waiting for Guffman. That should be all you need, but imdb has the first film appearance for the song as 1995′s Falcon and the Snowman. 

24. “Let it Ride” - Bachman-Turner Overdrive. This lesser-known but not less great BTO jam has appeared in a handful of films, the first being Ash Wednesday, starring Elijah Wood and directed by Edward Burns and not Garry Marshall. Note: it does not seem to be in the Richard Dreyfuss gambling movie Let It Ride, a classic VHS cover of my youth. 

18. “Mockingbird” - James Taylor and Carly Simon. Memorably performed by Harry and Lloyd in the dog van in Dumb and Dumber, later joined by a Latinx family on guitar and vocals.  Before that, Beverly D’Angelo and Chevy Chase’s characters also sang it on their road trip in National Lampoon’s Vacation. I couldn’t find an instance where James and Carly’s version played in a movie but I am sayin’ there’s a chance. That it could be someday. 

16. “Tubular Bells” - Mike Oldfield. This instrumental is best known for being the theme to The Exorcist, but I was surprised to learn from the Wiki entry that it was not written for the film. Tubular Bells or something that’s meant to sound like it has been in a ton of other things, generally uncredited. Of note: Mike Oldfield would go on to do the score for The Killing Fields. 

14. “Seasons in the Sun” - Terry Jacks. Now here is the type of song that ‘70s haters point to as an example of the whiny wuss rock that they feel over-dominated the era. It’s not one of my favorites but I appreciate it for how weird it is. I suppose being translated into English from a French/Belgian poem will do that to ya. Before I did my search, I imagined I would find it in a Farrelly Brothers movie or two, possibly the Anchorman sequel. However, the only feature film match I found was the 2002 indie flick Cherish, a movie I have never seen despite being confronted by the cover many times at rental places over the years. Before today, when I watched the trailer, I would have told you it starred Jennifer Love Hewitt and was about “a band trying to make it.” It turns out I am thinking of the 1999 film The Suburbans. Anyway Cherish seems aggressively indie and very of-its-time in a way that makes me want to watch it. 

13. “Dancing Machine” - The Jackson 5. The song appears in the Blaxploitation spoof I’m Gonna Git You Sucka, as well as the movie of Starsky & Hutch.

11. “Lookin’ For A Love” - Bobby Womack. This was in the movie of The Ladies Man starring Tim Meadows as his SNL character Leon Phelps. I almost skipped this one but I’m glad I didn’t because Tim Meadows rules.

8. “The Loco-Motion” - Grand Funk Railroad (the single and album it was on are credited to Grand Funk). We have our second song from the Kirsten Dunst/Michelle Williams movie Dick. Since that was satirizing Nixon and Watergate, well done to the filmmakers for including these 1974 hits!  It appeared in one earlier film, My Girl 2. 

5. “Come and Get Your Love” - Redbone. Known to modern listeners for appearing in Guardians of the Galaxy. [Sidebar: if you can find a way to listen to the With Special Guest Lauren Lapkus episode T.G.I.G.O.T.G.OST (Thank God It’s the Guardians of the Galaxy Original Soundtrack) with Sean Clements and Hayes Davenport, do it!] The song first appeared in Dance Me Outside, a Canadian film about First Nations youth, which is a cool parallel with Redbone being composed of Native American musicians. “Come and Get Your Love” is also in Dick! 

4. “Best Thing That Ever Happened To Me” - Gladys Knight & the Pips. Another SNL feature pops up on our list, 1994′s It’s Pat: The Movie. 

3. “Hooked on a Feeling” - Blue Swede. ALSO known to modern listeners as being from the GOTG, but possibly only in the trailer? I’m fuzzy. The song ALSO also appears in Dick, and its first feature film appearance was Reservoir Dogs. 

2. “Bennie and the Jets” - Elton John. You know it, you love it, you cackle at the gag in Mystery Team. IMDb has this song down as first appearing in the low budget feature Aloha, Bobby and Rose, from 1975. It is ALSO in My Girl 2, with proper credit for Sir Elton. 

1. “TSOP (The Sound of Philadelphia)” - MFSB featuring The Three Degrees. IMDb says this appeared in the Al Pacino film Carlito’s Way, and I have no reason to doubt them because it means we are done! Thanks for readin’ and rockin’ along. 

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Strange Magic (Chase BrodyxReader)

((Guess what I decided to do? Yeah, I wanted to do a potion prompt myself. I noticed that one Anon who wanted Chase to drink the growing potion and…this happened. Sorry if it sucks but, this is my first time doing a readerxego dealie. Enjoy <_>))

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*Setting: Chase’s Office*

“Come on, just one sip. What’s the matter? Scared?” said Anti with a cheeky grin. Chase looked at him nervously.

“No! It’s just…that’s one of Marvin’s potions. Won’t he get upset if he finds out we took it?” he asked. Anti smirked. “Magic boy won’t find out. Don’t you trust me?”

Chase gave him a stern look. “We don’t even know what it’ll do. What if it turns me into a frog or somethin?”. Anti laughed. “Only one way to find out. Now, drink.” Anti practically shoved the potion into Chase’s hands. Chase gulped and stared at the clear liquid in the vial. Slowly, he removed the cork and swirled it around gently.

“I got a bad feelin’ bout this…” muttered Chase.

“Just do it you wuss…” said Anti. Chase huffed and brought the potion to his lips. Carefully, he took a small sip of the liquid. It didn’t really taste like anything. Not even any aftertaste.

“Well? Anything?” asked Anti. Chase shook his head. “Nope. I feel fine…maybe it’s a dud.”

Anti scoffed and folded his arms. “Well, that was a waste of time. I went through all that trouble of sneaking into Marv’s room for nothing.” Chase groaned. Why did he let Anti drag him into this?

Suddenly, Chase put his hands over his stomach. He started to feel a bit queasy. His vision was starting to blur. Anti crept closer to him and gave a concerned look.

“What’s wrong? Feelin’ sick?”. Chase began to breathe heavily. “I don’t know…something’s not right…I…I feel…”

Chase looked at the ground, noticing that the floor was getting further and further away. His whole body started to grow, his head was almost half way towards the ceiling. He was starting to take up space.

“W-What’s happening to me?!”.Chase cried.

Anti backed away slowly. Chase’s legs were increasing in length and size. The vlogger’s feet now against the wall. "A-Anti! W-what do I do?“ cried Chase. Anti moved before Chase’s leg crushed him. Chase was still growing. His back humched over as his head reached the top of the high ceiling.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Chase stopped growing. He now took up most of the room and was still breathing heavily. He could feel hot tears in his eyes. Anti gulped and started to creep towards the door. “OK, so maybe it wasn’t a dud….this is bad…”

Chase groaned and rubbed the back of his neck. His new size causing major back and neck pain. Anti, quietly opened the door. Chase looked at him and panicked. "Where are you going?! You can’t just leave me here!“ he cried. Anti thrust open the door and looked back at Chase. ”You’re on your own, I’m out of here.“.

And, with that, Anti left the room and shut the door behind him. Chase was left in the office trembling. What the hell was he going to do now? There had to be a way to fix this!  Leaving, obviously, wasn’t an option. He was way too big to even get through the door. He looked over at his desk and found his phone which was way too small for him to even use.

There really was no other option than to wait for someone else to come find him. Who knows how long that’ll take. Chase brought his knees to his chest and laid his head on this arms.

He should have never given in to Anti’s persistence.

*********** You were going through social media on your phone as you entered the living room. Anti was sitting on the couch doing the same thing. You hadn’t seen Chase all day and you knew that him and Anti were hanging out which was strange because, normally, the glitch wouldn’t hang out with any of the Egos. Something was up.

You approached Anti and gently nudged his leg with your foot. "Hey, have you seen Chase? He won’t answer his phone and I know you were planning on hanging out with him today.”. Anti tensed and shrugged his shoulders. “Nope, no idea. I’m sure he’s fine…”. You narrowed your eyes. Anti was hiding something. The glitch was a good liar but not that good.

“I’m going to look for him. Maybe he’s in his room or his office.” you said as you made your way down the hall. You felt Anti grab your hand. “I wouldn’t worry about him. He’s probably sleeping or something! He’ll be back soon.” he said nervously. You yanked your hand away and faced Anti.

“If you did anything to him….”

“I didn’t do anything! I’m just sayin’ is all!”

“I’m still gonna look for him.” you said as you turned away.

“F*ck…”

*************** You made your way towards Chase’s room and knocked on the door. There was no answer. “Chase? You in there?” you knocked a few more times. Still nothing. “Huh. Guess I’ll try his office.”. You turned away from the door and headed to Chase’s office next. Where else would he be?

******* Chase was still curled up. The pain in his neck and back was not helping. He had been stuck in the office for a few hours and noone had come to search for him.

“What if noone finds me? What if I’m stuck like this forever? I’m so stupid…I should have never listened to Anti! Why did I–”

His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of footsteps. Chase tried to position himself so that he could get a better view of the door. He crouched and leaned close to it. The footsteps were getting closer.

“Oh thank god….” he thought. There was a knock. Chase froze. What if he scared off whoever it was? He tried to keep quiet but he had to let the person on the other side of the door know he was in there.

“Chase? You in here dude?” You asked. No response. You held the doorknob in your hand and slowly turned it. It was unlocked. You opened the door only to be met with a giant eyeball staring straight at you. You screamed and fell backwards. Chase flinched

“No, no! It’s ok Y/N! It’s me, Chase!” he cried. you got to your feet and slowly walked inside. Your eyes widened. “Ch….Chase? Is that you?: you asked. Chase backed up against the wall. Returning to his hunched over position. He nodded and looked at you with sad eyes..

"What happened to you?” you asked. Chase looked away guiltily. “I…I f*cked up. Like always." You moved in closer and put your hand over Chase’s. "Tell me…” you said. Chase sighed and stared at you.

“Anti stole one of Marvin’s potions and dared me to drink some of it. We thought it wouldn’t do anything so…I, stupidly, took a sip. It didn’t do anything at first but then….I started growing and…now I’m stuck here. I’m such a f*cking idiot…”. Chase felt tears forming in his eyes. A few of them fell and made giant spots on the carpet.

You rubbed the top of Chase’s giant hand. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know. If anything…it’s Anti’s fault.”. Chase looked at you again with tears in his eyes. He lifted his finger and put it behind your back. “I thought you were gonna be furious with me…”

You shook your head. “I’m just glad you’re ok….so to speak. I was seriously worried about you." Chase sighed. "I seem to be good at that. Making people worry.”. You started to climb onto Chase’s leg and smiled. “Chase, look at me”. Chase complied. “Everything’s gonna be ok. I’ll talk to Marvin when he gets back and we’ll see if there’s a reverse potion or something.”

Chase gulped. “What if Marvin gets mad at me? After all, I drank one of his potions!”. You shushed him. “I’m sure he’ll understand. I think Marv will be more upset with Anti than you. I know I am…” you replied. Chase gave a small smile as he turned his hand over and brought it to you. You climbed onto his palm as he raised you up to his shoulder. You leaned against him and curled your fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt.

“We’ll sort this out….let me worry about Anti and Marvin..” you said. Chase sniffled and smiled at you. “Thanks Y/N….you’re the best.” he said. He set you back down as you made your way to the door.

“I’ll come back. I promise.”

Chase nodded as you left. *************** As soon as Marvin returned home, the first thing he saw was you pinning one of Anti’s arms behind his back and using your other hand to grip his other arm. You were scolding him for something.

“Uh…what’s going on?” asked Marvin. You turned to him and dragged Anti over to the magician. “Tell him.” you demanded. Anti flinched. “But I didn’t do anyt–” he yelped when you put pressure on his arms.

“Tell Marvin what you did.” you demanded again in a much firmer tone. Anti hissed and looked at Marvin. “OK, OK! I may or may not have stolen a potion from your room and made Chase drink it." Marvin froze. His eyes turned a bright, furious green. "You did WHAT?!”

You looked over to Marvin. “Yeah, Anti made Chase drink a potion that made him grow. Poor guy’s been stuck in his office for hours…”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what would happen! I don’t think it hurt him! I was just trying to have some fun!”

“You went into my room WITHOUT PERMISSION and STOLE one of my potions, which might have put Chase at serious risk all because you wanted to have fun?! ARE YOU THAT DENSE?!” shouted Marvin. You released your hold on Anti and walked over to Marvin. “Calm down, I think Anti’s learned his lesson. I made sure of it. C'mon, we have to get to Chase and figure out how to change him back…”

Marvin facepalmed and sighed. “You’re right. I think I have something in my room that’ll do the trick. As for you…” Marvin glared at Anti with daggers in his eyes. “If you EVER do this again, there’s gonna be consequences. Got it?”. Anti nodded and glitched away.

“Come on Y/N….let’s go see Chase. Fix this mess…” said Marvin. You followed him into his room to prepare another potion that would reverse the other potion’s effects.

************ You and Marvin stood outside the door to Chase’s office. Marvin had a vial of blue liquid in his hand. You knocked on the door and sighed. “Chase? It’s us. We have something that’ll turn you back to normal.

After a few moments, Chase spoke. "Come in…” his voice sounded strained and sad. You opened the door and went inside, Marvin following close by. The magician stared up in awe at his giant brother and then stared at the bottle in his hands.

“I’m so sorry about this Chase. I should have kept my potions locked up more securely. I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again”. Chase looked down at him with red, puffy eyes. He’d been crying. Must have been all those nasty ‘what if” thoughts that were going through his head.

Chase wiped his tears away and smiled.“Thanks Marv….”. Chase looked at the vial in Marvin’s hand. “What’s that blue stuff?” You smiled. “Like I said, it’ll turn you back to normal.”. Marvin removed the cork and held it up to Chase. Chase took it and tilted his head. "You’ll have to drink the whole thing for it to work.“ said Marvin. Chase sighed and held the vial closer to his mouth.

“Here goes nothin’…” muttered Chase as he poured the contents of the vial into his mouth. Once it was all gone, Chase cringed. It did not taste very good. Chase handed the vial back to Marvin then groaned. His head started to hurt. Chase then started to shrink. After a few moments, the vlogger was back to his normal size. He still sat on the ground and looked around him. He sighed with relief.

“Thank god…” he muttered. You stuck out your hand to Chase and helped him up. Chase rubbed the back of his neck and cringed, “Neck hurt?” you asked. Chase nodded. “And my back….I’ve been hunched over for so long that….ugh…f*ckin hurts…”

You put your hand on Chase’s back and hugged him. Chase returned the hug and smiled. “Give it time, it’ll pass..”. you told him. You looked at Marvin and winked “Thanks for the help Marv” Marvin smiled. “No problem. Hope you feel better Chase.” Chase gave Marvin a thumbs up. “Thanks dude.”

“Let’s get out of here. You could use some rest.” you said to Chase. Chase nodded and followed you and Marvin out of the office. Locking the door behind you.

At least things were back to normal now.

((Sorry if this is long. I got a bit carried away. Again, this is my first time writing like this so….be gentle. Thanks for reading! ~Spooky))

…….

Awh this was so sweet, Spooky! You did an awesome job with this prompt! :D

[reverseblackholeofwords]

A Thanksgiving Goodbye

(I know its too early for this but i thought it was nescessary)

Wilford thought they should celebrate a real thanksgiving again. “Turkey and everything.” as he put it. And for once. Nobody protested. A strange melancholy hung over the room as they prepared. Talking about everything except the elephant in the room. Wilford, of course, was ecstatic, independent at last. It was up to them to make their own stories now, and yet the rest of them couldn’t help but miss her. The steady stream of fans in the lobby, the little writer upstairs brandishing her laptop and writing up their next big adventure. They tried not to think about it too much as they worked on their gigantic meal. This year, they were inviting everybody.

Wilford and Dark had extended the meeting table to be three times it’s original length and the Host spent three days in the kitchen, with Dr. Iplier popping in now and then to check that nothing was burning. Anti and his brothers were all tasked with sending out the invitations, a task that anti and Ollie enjoyed immensely, whipping out their best arts and crafts set and working on the perfect design.

When the day finally rolled around, the meeting room had been transformed into a huge dining room, with decorations, a checkered tablecloth, and ornamental vases of flowers from Bim’s garden decorating the table. There were three turkeys all together, spaced evenly along the ridiculously long table, paired with every thanksgiving food you could possibly imagine and many, many chairs.

“You sure we have enough chairs?”

Anti asked skeptically as he remembered the pile of invites he and Ollie had sent out the day before.

“More than enough.”The Host replied

“40 chairs, 39 invitations.”

Anti ended up getting more chairs anyways.

“Y, know, just in case.”

Guests started arriving at noon. The Markiplier Egos and Anti were already seated and talking when the rest of the Septics arrived at the feast. Chase’s eyes went wide at the array of food covering the table and JJ clapped his hands excitedly.

“Host, did you make all of zis?”

The Host smiled at himself as the five guests sat down at the table. Anti insisted the food stay untouched until everyone arrived, so instead, the egos talked to pass the time. There was enough of them to never allow a moment of silence.

“That. is the most ridiculous idea I have ever heard. And I live with Marvin.”

Jackieboyman said when Wilford told him about his brilliant plan for Markiplier TV 2.

Both Wilford and Marvin gave him a look of deep personal offense and Chase couldn’t stop himself from laughing.

Dark was talking to Bim in a low voice, complaining about his recent back pains, he believes were caused from falling off the catwalks during Wilford’s and Anti’s fight.

“Pipe it down Drama Queen, we all know you’re just old.”

Wilford retorted as he overheard the conversation.

Dark scowled at his comment and Wilford replied with a wide grin.

“He’s right you know,” Anti said.

“Wilford probably has a lot more damage from that fight than eyeliner over there.”

Wilford smirked at Anti while twirling a knife between his fingers

“You wish.”  

“Come on Wilford you know I’m the stronger ego, lest we forget the first time we fought, where you just gave up…

“Like a wuss.” He added under his breath.

“Um, you weren’t exactly fighting fair.”

Bim reminded him. And I didn’t appreciate you using me as a puppet either.

Anti shrugged.

“A wins a win.”

“Insufferable children.”

Google whispered under his breath.

“Oh yeah?”

Wilford retorted indignantly,

“What’s your big accomplishment Tinman?”

“I remember when I was the one who had to drag Dark out of meeting rooms because everybody was too afraid to even look at him.”

Dark smirked at him.

“Okay Google, let us not forget how easy it was to exploit your programming.”

Google punched Dark playfully in the shoulder,

“We both know that doesn’t work on me anymore.”

“The Host would like to remind everybody that true pain has not been felt until you’ve been tasked with teaching a glitch how to time travel through a radio.”

Both Doc and Anti laughed when the door to the meeting room opened.

Mare, Sharper, and Phantom stood framed in the door, accompanied by Peevils and Mae.

“We got your… colorful invitations.”

Mare said from the door

“I only came for the food honestly:” Phantom added.

Sharper just waved happily at green as the three battle egos sat down next to the septics and started filling up their plates before Anti could stop them.

“Well.” Dr. Iplier looked down at his empty plate.

“We might as well start eating.”

Mae and Peevils looked down at the busy table as Wilford ceremoniously threw a knife at the biggest turkey in the room and people started piling food onto their plates.

“ We can leave if you want.” Mae offered as she saw Peevil’s unsure expression.

“…No, I don’t want to run away anymore.”

Starlight walked around the table and sat down next to Mare. Her eyes, meeting with Dark shortly. He wasn’t the man she’d come to love. not anymore, but he wasn’t the man she learned to hate either. Not really. Not anymore.

More people start coming once the meal had started. The Sanders sides joined them shortly afterward marveling at the feast in front of them, followed by PJ and Wiggles, who crashed through the lobby on a spaceship and spent the rest of the day promising to fix it after dinner. Having wiggles at the table was a little awkward for everything, including space and time, but it didn’t take him long to get into a heated argument with Wilford over the best Cotton Candy to stuff through a wormhole. As the ice between them started to break, the awkwardness was replaced by idle chatter and good food.

5 Chairs remain glaringly empty throughout dinner, and anti is left wondering if he somehow messed up the invitation when he hears a little knock on the door that is almost lost in the noise of the room. Anti glitches to the door, takes a deep breath and opens it. Jack stands behind the door and before he can say anything, Anti gives him a big hug.

“Thank you. Jack.”

“For what?” Jack asks, a little surprised by the sudden embrace.

“For coming.” Anti smiles at him and Jack smiles back as they both go to sit down.

Behind him stands a girl. Her golden hair replaced with chocolate, and yet she still shines as brightly as she did, the first time she had entered this building. The conversation slowly dies down as more people start to notice Amy and a strange hush falls over the room.

“Sorry We’re late.” she says, not meeting anybody’s gaze.

“Sorry.”

Behind her stands the rest of Teamiplier looking very nervous and perplexed. At the impossibly full room

“I bought muffins.” She says timidly, holding up a basket.

There’s an awkwardly long silence that everybody is too afraid to break, until one voice, pipes up from the back of the table.

“What kind?” The Host asks, a smile starting to creep up his face

Amy smiles back at him, removing the blanket from the basket.

“Blueberry, of course.”

“My Favorite.”

“Yeah, you’re favorite.”

“Well Are ya out or are ya in? Ya lettin’ a draft threw da door.”

Wiggles exclaimed grumpily. Uncomfortable by the sudden silence.

Amy, Mark and the rest of the team take the last available places, handing out the homemade muffins and digging into what remains of the turkey.

It’s not long after until dessert is properly served, sweet potato pie and apple strudel, filling the conference room with magical smells and small talk. Dark looks down at the full table. This was important to them. It was important to him too. Everybody is here now. Those who were here from the start to the finish, those that they found along the way. Even those that were only here for one short time in their life. Him, Wilford, Anti, Yandere, Bing, the Jims… Amy. All of them important. All of them with a part to play. He knew that this was it. No more stories, no more hardships. No more little writer upstairs, but looking at these people, his family, his friends, his enemies. He knew they would all be ok. Dark looked down at his dessert and dug in, raising his eyebrows at the peculiar taste.

Bittersweet.

He thought to himself.

(I would write “The End” here, but it’s not The End, it’s just goodbye.)

Submitted by: @fish0ut0fwater

[poppyknitt]

Baby Steps (A JSE egos fanfiction + smol easter egg)

(Please note that this fanfiction is a slight deviation from the main storyline of my current line of fanfictions, and is still just as important, but also will not be totally necessary to read if all you wanna do is read the main story)

(Also, if you are triggered by even just the mental image of things like extremely loud noises, slight psychosis, and other things that can surface when dealing with post-coma brain issues and also Darkiplier type demons at the same time, I suggest not reading past the dog park scene. It gets real bad after that. Especially because i wrote this at fucking 10-11PM like an idiot.)

Seán sat on a bench in a dog park, his memories still blurred together. His doctor had recommended he get a dog or something to help ease the stress of not being able to remember anything from before he slipped into a coma, but honestly he felt like he didn’t have the time for it, so he just took daily trips down to the dog park, and hope that he was lucky enough to be able to pet one of the dogs there.

A few hours passed, and wouldn’t you know it, there’s the one and only Mark, who’s visiting for a few days, because he’s on tour.

“Oh! Hey buddy!” Mark yelled, and jogged over.

“Hey Mark.” Seán said. He would have to get used to being called “Jack” whenever he was with his youtube buddies, for whatever weird reason. He didn’t really understand why people didn’t just call him by his name now, since everyone already knows it.

“What’s going on pal? I heard about the coma thing. How long have you been back in it?” Mark was already bombarding him with questions.

“Agh, slow down! My head’s still getting used to the real world..” He said, gripping his head as another migraine started setting in.

“Oh, jeez-! God, I’m sorry, Jack. I forgot about the brain stuff that comes with comas... Man, if I knew you were haning out in dog parks, I would’a brought Chica with me!” Mark said, laughing at the last part.

“Ah, jeez... Who was Chica again..? Wasn’t that a yellow bird in a horror game..?” Seán trailed off.

“Well, yeah, kinda, but Chica’s the name of my golden retriever!” Mark replied.

“Oh! Yeah, right! I remember now! Aw, man, I miss ‘er! She looked so cute the last time I saw her!” He grinned.

“Anyways, since I’m here, wanna do a collab? Maybe stream a few things together? I dunno. Just.. Do something fun, I guess.” Mark suggested.

“Heh, yeah, maybe later though. I need to get home and take some painkillers or something.” Seán said.

“Oh. Well, alright then! See ya later, nerd!” Mark waved happily as Seán slowly walked off, and then muttered under his breath once his friend was out of earshot, “Ha. Painkillers. Fucking wuss.”(because this is actor! Mark. Not real Mark.)

Seán sighed to himself as he got into his car and drove home. God, missing out on a little over nine months of his life... What all even happened while he was out...? And why did everyone change..? Mark’s being weird and aloof, Henrik won’t tell him anything, Robin’s being quiet all of a sudden... God, he wished he knew what was happening. He arrived at his place, and went inside, shutting the door behind him. Jeez... maybe he should get a dog.

~~~~

Mark paced impatiently in front of his computer, waiting for Seán to call, “God damn it, where is he?!”

“Mark, don’t be a dick.” Amy huffed in annoyance.

“Well I’m sorry that I’ve been waiting for almost a whole day to do a collab with Jack, and he hasn’t even bothered to respond yet!” Mark said in his weird sassy voice.

——

Seán Jack woke up, and immediately felt a strange sense of dread in the back of his mind, which was abnormal, because this was his house, and if anything, he should be the one igniting fear into the hearts of anyone who tries to break in. He shrugged it off, and got up, looking at his computer instinctively.

“Oh, fuck! I forgot about the collab. Shit! Mark’s gonna be pissed!” He yelped, and immediately prepared himself for a collab video or two. When he was done, he hurried into his recording studio, and began the collab.

Mark joined the collab while Jack was still fumbling around in search of his headphones.

“Looking for these?” A sinister voice voice, much like Mark’s, echoed from the computer, sending chills down his spine. He slowly turned to see...

His headphones on his keyboard.

“Oh, there they are. Hey Maaaarrrrrkkkkkk- AH HOLY FUCK WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” Jack screamed, jumping back from the monitor when he noticed it wasn’t Mark talking to him, but rather, his dark ego, Dark, so naturally, he played it “cool”, “Oh! Hahahaha! I-I see! You’re just fucking with me, aren’t ya, Mark? Yeah! I know your tricks! You can’t fool me!”

“Oh, I can assure you, this is not computer effects. I am very, very real, Jack.” The voice echoed throughout the apartment.

“What do you want from me?!” Jack exclaimed. The lights in his house all bursted, and Jack screamed, covering his head, as his ears began to ring, “Ahhhh! Why?! Why now?! God! No! This is a terrible time! I haven’t even taken any medications!”

“Jack! Jesus fucking christ! Where the hell are you?! Why are you screaming?!” Mark yelled, which, strangely enough, was comforting to hear.

“Mark! Oh thank fucking Christ! Dude! Your dark ego dude just fucking assaulted my house!” Jack yelled.

“What?! Dark ego? What the hell are you talking about? Wait, don’t tell me you believe the bullshit the community’s telling us!” Mark growled.

“I didn’t! I swear! But that fucking bastard just tapped into our conversation! He-He took over my computer! Please, Mark! For the love of god, I’m not crazy-!” Jack got cut off by his house’s alarms all going off, which caused his ears to ring again, his head’s pain to get worse, as he immediately started repeating “ow” and “oh fuck, oh god, oh no” over and over, as he started growing dizzy. Reality and fiction began to blurr as his pain only worsened, and soon he couldn’t tell what was in his head and what was actually happening, as he slowly fell to the ground.

The last thing he heard before passing out was Mark yell, “Amy! Call the fucking ambulance! Jack’s gone nuts or some shit and his house sounds like it’s gonna fucking explode!”

~~~~

Jack woke up on his way to the hospital, and jolted up, his whole mind filling with absolute terror as he recalled the previous events. Lights flashing. His computer screen was glitching the hell out. Alarms blaring. Mark screaming in either panic or anger. Worst of all, however, was that the last thing he could recall seeing was Dark looming over him as he lay on the ground, clutching his head in pain and screaming his ass off as his brain knocked itself out over all the noise and pandemonium that seiged his nerves and made it feel like his head was about to explode. As he realized he was now in a hospital room, he noted that he could also hear the distant sound of Henrik’s distressed voice as he snapped back to reality.

“Seán! Seán, you idiot! Vake zhe hell up! Vhat zhe hell happened?! Why are you back like zhis?!” Henrik bombarded him with questions.

“I-I don’t know! I-I was gonna do a-a collab with Mark but then that Darkiplier dude that tumblr obsesses over appeared on my screen and talked to me and all the lightbulbs exploded so my head was hurting and something happened, Mark was yelling at me, and then all my alarms went off and I-I blacked out but like just before I did, the Darkiplier dude appeared in my apartment?! I-I don’t know! Nothing makes sense! I-It’s all so blurry!” Jack rushed through his words in a blind panic, but that didn’t matter, because as soon as Henrik heard the word “Darkiplier”, he ran the fuck out.

Jack heard him screaming at Mark in the other room.

“Vhat zhe hell is vrong vith you, you idiot?! I zhought I said to not try to speak vith him until zhis all blows ovah!” Henrik yelled.

“I didn’t think you were fucking serious! I didn’t even know the asshole would attack Jack! I thought it would be fine!” Mark yelled back.

“Notzhing is evah fine vhen you are involved, Mark! Not anymore! You zhink you are helping vith your videos, but you are only making zhis situation vorse for zhose of us vhom have to be stuck in zhe damn crossfires of you and your stupid little var vith your stupid little dark egos! At least ve have zhe fucking decency to keep away from ozher youtubers vhen Anti attacks us! Zhose two are not vhat you zhink! Zhey have much more power zhan you can even imagine, and vhat do you do? You release them into zhe fucking vorld by recklessly involving ozher people in your stuff! Just fucking vait! You should be more worried about your stupid friends zhan keeping your channel relevant!” Henrik ranted.

“Alright! Alright! I get it! You think this is my fault! Fine! I’ll take the fucking blame then!” Mark yelled back.

“Don’t you get a fucking attitude wizh me, you bastard! Oh, I am so going have a vord vith zhe ozhers about zhis! And believe me, Mark! Zhis vill not happen again!”

Jack sighed, and closed his eyes, resting his head against the pillow. He didn’t understand anything they were discussing anymore.

~~~~

Jack opened his eyes, and froze. The world was glitching between normal colors and monotonous colors, like it had been when he fainted. He immediately shut his eyes, not wanting to deal with this again.

Why? Why him?! What the hell did he do?! He just wanted to hang out with his friend! Get back some of the time he lost while he was in comatose! Not this!

“Jack! Jack! I know you’re awake, you clueless bastard!” Mark said, and Jack opened his eyes to find the room was normal again.

... Oh god... What kind of demon did he unleash upon the world this time..?

[Sean #1/Darkilplier Prologue pt. 1]

Henrik #1

Marvin #1

JBM #1

Chase #1/Darkiplier Prologue pt. 2

JJ & Robbie #1

Anti #1

Sean #2

@antis-loyal-puppet

[alaughingfreak]

Another Chance

Summary: JBM gets in a bit of trouble, like usual

Word count: 781 words oh well too lazy to add more

Jackie growled lowly under his breath. His body shook as he glared up at the man before him; another villain he was trying to track down. He thought he had, but...they were tracking him. Jackie spat out blood that had been pooling in his mouth; he had been punched several times in the face which cause him to have a badly split lip.

He was forced to look back up by the guy behind him who held him by his hair. They all knew Jackie was too weak to move at this point; his body was weak, after all. He was just a superhero wanna-be, he didn’t have any real powers. He just ran fast and could do cool stunts. A good beating easily brought him down and defenseless.

Jackie snarled at the man holding him, telling him to fuck off under his breath. This only earned him another hard smack to his head. He winced and whined; he might be a hero but he’s a wuss when it comes to pain. Then again being beaten isn’t all too fun, either.

The man in front of him glared down at Jackie, a wide smirk plastered on his face. “So, are you going to tell us where the plans are or do we need to make things worse for you?” He spat out, his arms crossed. Jackie shook his head in defiance, his voice low as he spoke. “I’ll never tell you, nothing you can do could-” he was cut off by a kick to the face. He yelped and reared back, a small whimper escaping him as he felt blood start to drip from his probably broken nose.

“I’m not here to play games, boy. Tell us or we’ll drag that friend of yours...oh, who was it? Marvin was it?” The man smirked as Jackie growled. “You wouldn’t fucking dare!” He snapped at him. “I will if you don’t tell me.”

Jackie sighed and hung his head low. He was hesitant, his thoughts darted through his mind. He knew he shouldn’t tell them, but...it was Marvin. Jackie swallowed hard and looked up at him, a glare in his eyes. “Coffee Shop down the road. Tell the manager Jackie requested for you to take the drive. Happy?” He spat out.

The man smirked, a small chuckle had escaped his lips. “Oh, more than happy.” He motioned to the goon that held Jackie to let go, which he did. He moved to stand up but was pushed back down. “Oh, I’m not done with you.” Jackie looked up, confused. “The hell are you on about? I gave you what you wanted.”

The man laughed. “And you shouldn’t have!” He continued to chuckle as he reached for the gun clasped to him. “You heros are all too predictable. As soon as we threaten a loved ones you just melt!” He bellowed with laughter.

Jackie’s eyes grew wide as he suddenly stared down the barrel of a gun. He was about to squeak something out, only to be met with a loud bang. Jackie’s body lay there, motionless as blood started to pool around his head. He stared at nothing, not seeing not truly hearing as his life flashed before his eyes with the last breath of air.

The man laughed. “And you shouldn’t have!” He continued to chuckle as he reached for the gun clasped to him. “You heros are all too predictable. As soon as we threaten a loved ones you just melt!” He bellowed with laughter.

Jackie’s eyes grew̕ ́widé as̶ he̵ ̕s͜údden̴ly͞ s̶tare͜d down͝ ̵t͢h��e bàr͡r҉el ͟o̧f͘ a̡ ͝gun.̀ He ́was̛ abo̸u̢t̶ t͢o͘ ̧sq́úe̴a͏k so̕m̕et͘hing҉ ơu̧t,̶ only ͠t͜o͞ ͠be m͢e͘t͟ wit͡h ̶a̧ ĺou̶d̡ b̴a͜ng. J̧ac̴k͝ie’̨s bo͞dy ̨lay͡ t҉her̸e, ̡m̛ot̵i̧o͡n̶l̴e͏ss̷ ̶as̷ ҉bĺood͡ st̛a͏rted͜ t҉o̶ ̨po͡ǫl ͏aroun̕d̸ ̢h̵i͞s ͟h̡e̛ád̀.̴ He ͜s̷t͞a̛r̛ed a͜t̀ ͠not̨hįng,̵ ͘no̡t ̨s̶e̴ei͢ng̵ ̴no͜t̶ ̴t̵ru̕l̡y h̸e̛arin҉g͟ ás his ļi͏fe ́f͏l͜a̕s̵hed͢ béfor̸e hi͏s͜ ey͠es̛ wìt̡h̢ ͢t͢h̀e ́l̸a̴sţ ͏bre҉a̢th̴ ̵of air.

Ṱ̸̺h̼̟͎̟̦e̸ ̹̥̻̫̻̦̜m̮̻̻a̧̝̫̦ņ̖̝̫ ̻̠͕̦l̷a̗̖͕͎̻̩u̞̰͖̲ͅg͎̙͙͙h̤̻̘͍͎ed҉͍͙̲.̢͕͕ “̴̺̼͕͚̰̩͎A̖̞̗̥n̳͉͜d̤̯̕ ̝y̝o̤̙̣͇u̴̜̣̱͕͕̬ ̡͕͚s͖̘͓͕h̥̣̲o̰͉̣͇̭͇u҉̞͇̜̪͍̫̤l̜dn̰̣̟’̵̹̱͇̮t͞ ̷̝̙͍̥͔̩͔ḥ̭̹͙̀a̞̲̙͈̺v͟eͅ!̟͈͈̠͙̯”̹͓̲͖ H̺̞̩̣̝ͅe̗̤̩̗͇̟͜ ̮c̳̲o͏͓̟͇͙n̟̤̦̫͇͖ͅt͈̩ͅi҉͔n̷̖ͅu̦̲e̷͚̦͙̠͙̭d̳̦ ̹̪̱ṯ̞͈̠̹o̧̭͇ ̟͈͈͖̕ͅc͞h͔̲̥u̻̭̺̲̜͖c̫̖̭̟͙kl͖̮͚̟͇͈͞e͎̦̪̖͓ ̢̞̳̱̪a̢̠̞̜͓̙̺ͅs͟ ͖͇̮̬͉h͉͙̱̫̤e̥̞̩ ͇̫͕r̺̟e̗̰̱̦̜͘a̪̮͜c͇̠̮͖̫͖̭h̛̭͍̯͙̗e͖ḓ̤̲̤̝ ͙͇͙͞f̮̦̲̟̦̼͜o̦̝̱͎̳͔̞r̢̖͈̼̭ ̭̤̳̪̦̰t̢h̞e̵͖͙͍̦̰ ̙̭̕g̟̞͠ͅư̰͕̯̪̣͕̤n͏̣̞̥ c̠̺̙l̺̩̣̻a͚̦̣̰̘̭̬sp̵e̸d̰̥̩̞̜͎ͅ ͠t̷͉̼̮̖o̹̩͔̮̪ ̨̱̺h̦̼̹̮̲͞i͖̝̞̤͕̝m̟̜.̗̞̪ ̤̕“̠̪͈Y̵̟͙̦̬̺o̵̼u̼ ͚͔̝̘͙̱h͘er̙͇̲̠͔̣̹oș̵̬̬ ̢̺͕̬ͅar̕ȩ͍͖ ̙̖̘̙͎̫a̴͙͇̹̫̬͈̬ll̠̝̫̫̗ͅ ̢͙̝̮̜̜͖ṱ̻o̬͠o̶ ̧͕̞̹̲̮p̗͎̹̩̼r̛̳̦e̦̙͈̕d͎͟i̝c̪̫̠͍͙t̤̯͡ͅa͚̝̳̭͕̣b̼̜̩͚͇͠l̥̫e͈̳͈̮̥ͅ.̯̮͈̲ ̡͙A̟͙̗̱ş͚ ̷so͏͈̺͙͈o҉̥̰̜̜͎͓n ͏̜͈̱̝͚̲͍a̸s̛͔̩ ͔̼̯̙̤̠w͙e͙̼̠̘͕̦̯͝ ̬̼̲̜̰t̳h̯͇̳͇͙ͅr̢̲̺̞è̫̜̤̳͙at̜͈̯͉ͅe̬n̦̭͓̣̼̗͖ ̶̗̭̘a͓͍̲̖͈̲ ̟l̸͔̘̙̫̰͍̭o̯̙̯͚̘̮͘v̮̮̜̫̦̘͝e̸͖̖̼̻̬̳͔d ̣̖̻̝ơ̜͚̳n͓̝e̜͈̻s̜̺̩͍̼͉ ̶͙̳̰��͎y̘͚o͍̯̲͔̜u̻ ͏̥͓̻̜j̠̯̯̣̺̥ͅus̢̳̝̳̦ͅt̲ ͓͜me̸̩̬̼͇̖l̯͎t҉͖!̖̹̠̘̖̯”̸̣͓̭̪̥ ͎̻̣H̤͕͜e̻̺̟̣̠ ̖͇͜b̻͢e̲̟͟l͙̭͜l͓̲͇̭̼͙o͘w͓̜̳̼͠e̟͖͝d̹̹ ̟w̳͔̺̘̪i̸̙��͓̥t̪h̻̫͠ ̲̩͎̹̘̳͞l̬̺a͜u̷̻g̛͇̪ẖ͉̠̮̱t̙͍̤̜͇̦͖e̥ͅṟ̦̤̘ͅͅ.̸͈͔͕̲̗̗͙

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҉͇̬͖͇̙̗̲J̘̭͎̮̳͔͙ḁ̜̪̮͠c̴̙̠͍͓k̟̯͉i̱e̸͇̰̥’͈̯̙̤͕s ̴e͙̯̯͡y͉̱̺e͏̖̯̻̙̮̖s̸ ̢̮̘̩̜̣̟g̱̝̗̯̲̦̯r̼̭̠̤͔e̛͇̱̼̯̠̟ͅw̶͎̲ ̠͔w̷̬̼͕̳͎̬ͅi̲̹̮̪̙d̳̩̰̱̮e ̡͕a̸͈̯s̥ ̛̜h̷̰̮̟͍e̹̤͙̬ ̫̱̗͇̼͝ͅs̳̭͖̺̤͍̀ud͝d̞͓̭͔͈̝̫e̟̦̜̙̫̩̖n̴̺͚̭̬̣͔l̟̻̣̯͍y͈͕͞ ̭̯̮̤̟̰̩s̶̲̤t̸̰͕͚̼̞͈a̩͕͕͉̗ͅͅr̨͇͕͔̫͍̹ed̤̝͖̦ ͖̘͔̰̫̘ḑ̪͇̝̝͉o̰̝̮̤̩̖w̰̤̺̦̳͘n̴͔ ̫̦̯̩̯t͙h̻̭̻̦̞̙e̲͚͈ b̗͎̗̯ͅa̲̪r͖̺͖̺r̲͖̭eḽ͉̳̟ͅ ̗̙͇̺͖̲o͢f̡̯͎̼ ̛a̛̟̘̼ ̶̜̳̜̻̖̯g̣̬͓̲̱̫ù̞͓n̶̪͎͇͔̩͔.̰̪ ͇͚̺͍̭H̢̻̫̭̫̥̯e̢ ̹̹͎̯͍̲̫͡w͚̟͈̜̙̖̹̕a̧̞̯̳͈ͅs̻̮͔̳̭ ̪̪̪̼͍̭́a̳̩̯̬̠b̩̗̣̜̣̝͜ọ͡u̡t͔͉̝̗̀ ͈̀t̻͉͖̳o͓ ̩̠s̙̘̦̞̜̖͉͝q̮̹̘͓̫̳u͙̖̫̜͠e͚̖̤̦a̲̫̜͙̩k̛͓̞̯͓̞ ̦̱śo͇̘̺̙͇͡m̱̲̯͎e̡̦̗t̶̰h͙͔i̶̤̗̝̠̝̙ng̻͖ ̱͍͔̬͔̬o̱͠u̗̳̭̣͕͉̺t͍̮̲͎͇̫ͅ,̺͉̀ ͔̥̞͔o̵͉͉͖̖n̖̭̟̲͓̳ly̼̳ ̡̝̰t̘̺̲͓͚̻͚͘ó̬͎͕͇ ̥͚͉̳̰b̧̤̻̬̞͓͉ȩ̲̲ ̤̯̣̪̖͎̀m͙̗̝͙e̦̪̮ṯ̫͈̳̹̠ ͓̪͈̖͚͔w̺̺͓̙͕̟͡i̝͔̬̼̣͜th̠͝ ̦̠͍̥͡a̢̯ ̸̜͚̪l̲o͕͓̯̭̙͞ͅụ̤̯̙͢ͅd̙̗̦̭ ͙͙͈̻̩b̡̘a͚̹̝̳̘n̸̻̻͕̺̫̰̩g̵̩͖͙͍.҉ ͖͚̼̼̤̬J͈͖̗̤̩̗̼̀a̱̣̝̞͢cḱi̜͚̰̗͎e̪̪͚̗’̜̫̝̰͚̖͝s̴͎͎̻̘ ̜͎͔́b҉͉͍̭o̳d̦̺̫̻̼̣̺̀ý̰̲͍̝̩̣ ̩̺̫l̲͎̙̦͖̹̙a̘̹y̶̮̮̬̪̺̤ͅ ̰̲̗̮̻̕t͍͍͈̫͖̠h͘e͞r̛̹͕̳̜̠͓̹e̢͍̺,̘͕̤ ̜͚̤m̱̥̩͙̥͚͠ͅo̻̮̬͝t̴͖̼̘̯̳͍͔i̟͔͕̗̘̝̞o͍̥͉͠ͅn͉͉̗̰̟̜̪͞l̖̠̖̭̝e̺͝s̵͓̞s̩̦ ̴̳͈͉ạ̖̗̼̺͍̫͠s̛̖̝̞̳͚ b̝̭̼̖̫̳̠l͈̬̺̼o͈͙̲o͎̘̝̦d͖̟͙̼͈̦ ̫̗͘s͈ͅt͏̯̼̲̲͓á͓̤��̗r̪͓̙̣̹t͙̳̙͙̪e̷̘ḍ͙͖͈̣̯͕͜ ̧͎̯͈t̫͢o͖̲ ̭̗͈͓͓̦̲p̭͎̥̖̪̜o̵̥̩̙̣̮ol̷̳̣̲ ̖̜a̯r̻͕̹̙͖̫̥o̦u̶̫̦̻̭̪n̥͍d̜̥̹̠ ̟h̳͉̞̣̩i̺̬̖̯ͅs͍̼ ̦̝ͅh̩̲̘̳̖͍̞́e̳̬͉͢ͅa̛̝̥͓̦͉̭d̡̼̭̞.̹̣͈͉ ̲̣̫̲̜͢H̘͖͕͎̳͘e̯͈ ̷̱s̡͍̟̼͎t̘̟͙͚̮a̸̩̖͙̫͖̲r̨e̤d͉͙͖̤͎̮̘͞ ̫̝̹̠ͅa͇̳̤͝t̳̫̝͍͕̯ ̶͇͙͕̜n͕͓̣͔̳o̢̹t̵h̡̩͍͎̺̭͇̦i̦͚͙͓̮ͅn̫͍ͅg̲̜̭̞̖̙,͈̩̼ ̺̩̼̝n͚̟̣̠̞̙̭o̯̘t̜̖̗̲͔ ̫̪͖s̲ę̜̠e͉̻i͍͉͈̖̙͘n̝g̹̻̲̳͉̞̭̕ ̶̮̩̱̝n͈̥͚̙o͙͙̖̰̤͚t̩̰̝͍̤ ̦̗̮t̝̮̬̼̬͎̟r͇̪̥̲̘̯u̻̭̗̲̜l͕͔͕̙͓̰̭y̺̬̖͎ ̤̰̱̗͈h҉e͓̩͞a̙̪͓͈̺͞r͙͚͙̳̮̀i̢̗͍̣̪̦n͔͜g͕͈͇̻̼͇̙ ̳͔̞̻̠̖̝a̗̫̠s̟̹̝͉̀ ḫ̦̖͕͕i̷͉̳̠̝̭̹̭s̡̭̥̮̟͍̙̙ ̶̥̪͇͔͇͉̝l͍͎̟̣̰i͘f̲̫͎̹͚͎͎e͓ ̴̲̹͈̫̝̣f̵̥̳̠͖̪l̻͕̱͍͍̣̝a̮͔s͕̜͇h̫e̛͈d̞̱͢ ͖̤̰͉͇̦̙b̧͙̖͙̻̬̤eͅf̻͉̺͍̩̮o̥̠̟͚̦͎̮͢r̨̪͖̞̞͕̘e̪̲̥̙̲ͅͅ ͜h̶̥̹̺͉̬i͏̮̝̻s̰͙ ̥̖̖ey͓͙͍̺̱e̙̘͞s̮̭̝̹̭̻̫ ̩͇͖̦̱̱̮͞ẁị͍͜t̜̭̻̮̝̱h ̺̜̰̬t͡h̖̤͉̗̖e͏͈͈̤̜ l̹̱̲̱̮a̼̟̹͉͚̦s̰t͓̯̟͟ ̴̪͈̺b̙̣̺͕̖͝r̸͈̤̘͚͎e̟̩̤̭̕a̲͈͓̙̥̞th̺̙̮̦̠̠ ̩͖̱̤̲̰̕o̤̝̮̟͖̦͙f̛̪̱ a̶i̘r͕̥ͅ.̣̗̗̙̫

H̜̟͓̣̘̤ͅeh͖̩͕e̳̜.̞̭͎̻.̨͖̰͕.̜̩͍̙̭͈͇c̻͉͙̦ị̺r̛c҉͓̞͈̮̟͖lę͚̫̻͚̙s͎̠̠͓͞,͕ ̶h͖͘u͚͓h̬͙̺̳̙͎̕ͅ?̧̠͉̙̲ ͝Rǫ̭̥̯̭̟̦u̗̖̪̣n͏̦̳͈̜̙̝d̦̼̖̟ ̣̰̝͓͇͙ͅa̙̱͕̪͖n̻̫̖̹̞̲͠d̬͉ ͓͓̙̻̥r̼̪ó͇̼̩͚͎u̱͖̦͍̥ṇ̫̟͠d̲̹̺̤̖̞͠ ̻̯̯͇͔̟̝a͉̳n̩͈̱̟̩̳d̷̙͔͎̙͇̬͔ ̶r̵o̘ͅù̥̝͖n̬̦̤̦̺̕d̬͖ ̨̗a̫̟̠̠̮n͚̝͕̫͕͇͍d̨͔̖̳̗͚ ̮̪́ͅr̬̣̪͙͍̗o͏͕̖u̞̼̞͉̱͍n͈d͉̥̥

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̻͇̘͈͍͖I͕t̯̳͍̖̱̹͟ ̠̘͕̀n͞e̠̦͇͈̬̹v̺͚̼͍͕̯ͅe̸̙̲͇ŕ̯ ͎̠͡e̖̮̱͎̺̺̕nd̼͎̜͟s҉̦̣̞̰

̫̯̭̰̣ͅ

̷͖̘̫͉ͅB̫̟̣͘ͅų̬̱̙̜̖ͅt͔̟̞ ̪I̝͎ ҉̯͚c̨o̼̼u��̻̜̳l͞d̗ g̙̭i͖͉̲͙̳̯̰̕v̠̺̘̦̣̗e̛̹͇̗̼͖ͅ ̀y̞̥͈̱̗o̶̼͙̖̬u̖̬̝̼̣ͅ ͔̦̦̺̹a̮ ̤̝͡s̜̥̼̝ͅe̛͈̗͓̤͕c̸̯͎͙̳͚o̖͔͞n͉d̙̝̭̞̟̖ ̲̱͈̻̬c͚͉̥ḥ͖͚̳a̩̦̗͕̠͎̩n͎͚̜̭c̛͍͉ͅè͇̤̯̳̱

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͉W̩͟i̲l̜͔̦̘͜l ͙̩́y̙̫̬̲͉̠͎o̖͚͕̪͙̣u̼̤̮͇̞͘ t̝͕̘a̡̖̣͔̼̲̝k҉̺̪̜̼̼ͅe͖̖͙̱̪̫̪ ̻͍͙̰i͕̰̥̟̖t̛̫͕?͉̺̟

[moreracquetball]

My biggest comfort entertainment right now is Falsettos, I watch at least a little bit of the proshot or bootleg before bed every night, I listen to the music constantly, but especially when I'm sad, and I also read marvin/whizzer fics before going to sleep and when I first wake up. It just makes me really happy whenever I listen to/watch it, and when it gets to the sad part, it's something to be sad about that that isn't a real-life problem, so I find a lot of comfort in it

Falsettos would be the #1 comfort for me except that it just genuinely makes me so sad when i listen/watch it all the way through. Like, i know that i may sound like a wuss to some, but it just really shakes me to the core and I can get really emotional when i talk about it for an extended period of time.

But like s a m e, i listen to the music ALL THE TIME, and I esp listen to the upbeat, sorta-happy ones when I’m feeling down or when I need to get hyped.

But i can def see it being a huge comfort and way to still be kinda sad and let your feelings out without dwelling on the irl problem. 

(What’s your comfort entertainment?)

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

“If I die, I’m haunting you first” with Chase and Anti getting into some crazy shenanigans? Like Anti drags Chase into finding a mythical creature and they accidentally make it mad. -💻

“A-Anti, please..I don’t think w-we should go near that-”

“Oh stop being a fuckin’ baby. It’s just an empty suit of armor.”

“But..Marvin said that some suits are a-actually..alive and house spirits that could-”

“It’s not gonna do shit to us, alright?! So calm down and let’s take a closer look!” Anti harshly grabbed Chase’s wrist, dragging him towards the knight display on the podium. 

Even though it was said to be centuries-old, it was clear that the suit had been polished and cleaned well to preserve its shininess. In its hands was a sword that was pointed downwards into a slit, probably so that no one stole it without making a ton of noise in the process.

But strangely enough, it had chains around its wrists and ankles, as well as a mysterious light coming from within the slits and holes of the armor, being most noticeable on the facial plate.

Chase stared at it nervously, before he looked to Anti. “How do you explain the glowing light and the chains?” He pointed out. “No ordinary knight display would have those.”

“Maybe it’s part of the aesthetic.”

“…..so what do you wanna do now?”

When he saw the demon’s lips curl into a sinister smile, he immediately regretted ever asking that question.

“I dare ya to lift the faceplate up since you’re sooooo curious about the light,” he giggled.

“Oh hell no!” Chase snapped, getting irritated as he lightly pushed him closer to the knight. “You do that since you were so desperate to come here!”

Anti glowered at him for several long moments, although he eventually sighed in defeat. “Fine..ya wuss. Now I know why yer kiddos are scared of everythin’.” Then he turned back to the knight and stood on his toes, carefully grabbing the bottom of the faceplate and lifting it up to peer inside.

But in an instant he was blinded by a bright flash of light and screamed, stumbling backwards and knocking both himself and Chase to the floor.

“OW!” He yelped, reaching for his hat and putting it back on himself, before he glared at Anti, although he was confused by the look of fear on his face. “What did you-?!”

However, he heard the snapping of chains and glanced over to see the now animated knight break free of their restraints. The plate slammed back over their invisible face as a powerful light pulsated from within. Then they grabbed their sword and pulled it out from the podium, before they looked down at the two men who disturbed them.

Chase nervously shuffled closer to Anti, leaning over to whisper into his ear: “I-If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

The glitch huffed, although before he could say a word he jumped as the blade of the sword was brought down between his ankles, causing him to instinctively cling to Chase.

“So..a man and a goblin-man have disturbed my rest..how curious,” they finally spoke as a single glowing orb appeared in the slits of their faceplate.

Anti scowled at them, letting go of Chase and hopping to his feet, knife glitching into his hand. “Who’re ya callin’ “goblin-man”?!!” He spat.

“Obviously you…your ears give it away,” an echo-like chuckle was emitted from the suit, dying down moments later. “But why have you come? And why are you playing with me like I’m some toy? Have you no respect for creatures you don’t understand?” They growled angrily.

For a long while, neither of them said anything, although Chase eventually cleared his throat. “W-We…heard about you from a great magi..wizard. He knows a lot about you…uh..” He looked at the sign beside the podium. “..[y/n]. I-Is it okay if I call you that or do you prefer your title?”

“Oh that’s perfectly fine.” [Y/n] nodded. “I know there’s no need for those anymore. You were saying, sir?”

“Ah..w-we just…w-wondered if you wanted to come home with us and not be stuck in this museum anymore.”

“Chase!” Anti hissed, slapping a hand over his mouth, although he glanced back when he heard the knight chuckle.

“I would very much like that.” They stepped off their podium and strapped their sword to their hip. “I’d love to meet this great wizard that speaks so highly of me. Care to take me to your vehicle?”

The two egos exchanged looks, wondering what on earth they got themselves into.

[Y/n] did seem like a friendly living armor entity, though, and they seemed to be up-to-date with the times. 

So..it wouldn’t hurt to take them home, right?

[reverseblackholeofwords]

Septic Things

A Stranger Things/Septic Egos AU

Many thanks to @rubbersoles19 for talking me through this idea!

Chase Brody as Steve--So maybe he isn’t as cool as he pretends to be. Maybe his girlfriend did break up with him, and maybe he did get his face busted up by some nerd. But Chase is no wuss. These kids are going to get themselves killed if someone doesn’t look out for them, and since no one else is going to do it...

Jackie as Mike--He tries his best as the unofficial leader of his group of friends to keep everyone in one piece, but now that the Upside Down and Demogorgons are a thing--not to mention the scrawny kid with creepy powers that he’s decided to protect, Jackie is really in trouble. But he won’t quit, especially when his friends need him most.

Schneep as Lucas--He’s been friends with Jackie for as long as he can remember, but that certainly doesn’t mean he agrees with everything the dim-witted hero decides to do. They fight each other all the time, but at the end of the day, they fight for each other even harder. And Schneep will do anything to keep them all together, even if it means being the bigger man after the weirdo with the powers attacks him...

Marvin as Dustin--Someone in this group needs a sense of humor. Comedic relief is very important when everything in your life suddenly wants to kill you, and Marvin is better at that than anyone. He’d follow his friends into any battle, especially his idol Chase Brody, but Marvin’s thirst for adventure, as always, might just get the best of him. Curiosity is known to kill the cat, after all.

JJ as Will--He’s the quiet, wise one that everyone just wants to protect, but Jamie has a secret inner power that keeps him going despite being stuck in the Upside Down and put through absolute hell in the process. Even when the world is crashing down around him, he just wants to get back to his friends and his family more than anything.

Anti as Eleven--He’s got a rough past to put it mildly and a batch of strange powers to match the monsters in his head and in the world around him. When Jackie finds him and decides to help him out, Anti is grateful to be away from the scientists doing experiments on him, but he knows how dangerous it is for the others to hang around him. Anti is dangerous, but he might be just what they need in order to survive.

(Also, don’t you dare imagine a small, scrawny Anti in Eleven’s pink dress. Don’t you dare.)

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Chase kept playing with the magic as he heard footsteps suddenly show up out of nowhere. Either Anti was visiting and notice him, or Marvin came outside.

It was the second one.

"It does...." he murmured quietly, leading a wisp around his opposite hand. He was quiet for a bit at first, just letting himself process the nice company of his boyfriend before speaking up.

"Why can't I let it go, Marvin?" he asked with a sigh. "I just.. it happened years ago a-and you've given people pep talks around me before. So.. th-this one time, why did it need to get to me? I mean.. th-that probably meant the world to him just now, and I ruined it b-by being a wuss..."

"I.. I could practically see you talking to me again about that before I did it... but I shouldn't. I mean.. I-I've been doing better! I'm still getting there, b-but I've improved.. right?"

He felt so stuck. While his mood hadn't crashed, hearing that was something that shouldn't have hit him so hard. He didn't like how hard it hit him because of that, afraid that maybe he wasn't getting better.

"I.. nevermind. This is stupid and selfish.. we came for Marv, not to deal with my bullshit." he then muttered, seeming rather defeated.

Nightmare Verse [ x ]

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Marvin felt like the weight of the universe was crushing him as he dragged his feet down the sidewalk. It was about six in the evening, the sun was setting slowly and turning the sky into lovely shades of pink, orange and blue. But the magician wasn't paying attention to that though, thoughts clouded with darkness as he walked theoigh the first level of the parking lot, making his way to the staircase to go up to the second level.

Once he got up, he checked the perimeter for anyone and found himself alone. A shaky breath left his parted lips as he made his way to the railing of the rooftop, gripping it until his knuckles turned white. Thick, hot tears began to roll down his cheeks silently and his breath hitched as he finally saw the colors of the sunset.

Well, at least my last view is a nice one.

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Chase felt his heart sink as Marvin got distant, internally screaming at himself. Why the hell did he do that?! Marvin needed affection right now, the poor guy blaming himself and digging himself into a whole. Yet here he was, depriving said man of comfort cause he was too much of a wuss to "man up" and deal with it.

He held himself close, getting quiet again as shame hung over him like a cloud. Everything internally was pointing at him. He should've drove home. He shouldn't have went to work that day. He shouldn't have let the BMM do this to him. He should've let Marvin hold his hand. He should've done everything he hadn't.

"You.. You need rest too, Marvin..." his mutated voice just barely whispered, almost afraid to speak up now. His tail ducked between his legs, curling around one of his upper thighs. Last thing he wanted was to make everything worse.

Demon Boyfriend [ x ]

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Chase had been missing for a few days now, which was concerning to say the least. The first one to notice was Marvin of course and he was quick to alert the other egos about his missing boyfriend. Anti had been having some time off and decided that if no signs of Chase showed up within the next twenty-four hours, that they should start to look.

What none of them knew was that the BMM managed to get their hands on the father while he was walking home from work one night. They kept him in their hideout and questioned him, to which Chase didn’t want to give any answers. Coming up with a new plan, the members of the BMM decided to use some magic on the father; turn him into a bloodthirsty demon with the sole mission to kill Marvin, a.k.a the Black Cat. The twist to this though was that even if Chase somehow managed to regain his senses, he wouldn’t return to his human state unless Marvin’s heart stopped beating.

Once the spell had been cast, they released Chase into the night and told him to complete his mission. Marvin and Anti were already out, searching for the missing father and trying to keep the worry in their chest at bay. However, when dark magic could be sensed nearby, both of them couldn’t ignore the worrisome sensations.

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The pair was in a different position as the sun seemed to set. Chase felt a weird tingling in his eyes as they returned to their usual baby blue shade. That seemed to tell him that it wore off, the little push of amplified feelings and positive thoughts fading away.

A few minutes later, Chase seemed to decide on something. He was gonna tell him. "Hey, Marv?" he questioned, grabbing his attention as he sat up.

That's when he ended up confessing that he had been acting on his own feelings all day and that the potion didn't work as intended, seeming hopeful until he saw Marvin's reaction.

It wasn't long before Chase was running upstairs, embarrassed and heartbroken as he hid in his room.

"Dumbass."

"You're so stupid!"

"To think he'd ever want to date someone like you."

"Look at you, sobbing like a little wuss."

CLOSED [ x ]

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Marvin and Chase had been asleep for a few hours now, the magician curled up against his boyfriend and nuzzling into him a little in his sleep. They slept soundly, each of them getting lost in their little Dreamlands.

At some point during the night, Marvib’s dream made him twitch a bit and begin to mumble things under his breath. He unintentionally recited a spell he had learned long ago and had never actually used before. Without meaning to, he acrivated the smell in his dream, connecting his mind to Chase’s.

Suddenly, Marvin’s dreams were changing to something completely different and he had absolutely no idea what he was about to get into…