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esculentevil · 2 years

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Septic AU: (AntiHero) Valiant Vet

Jackie is a war vet coming home from a long deployment.

Anti is his lucky black cat that he’s been missing for years now.

When he returns home, however, he finds his best friend, Marvin, missing—although he was supposed to be cat sitting Anti for him while he was deployed...

He goes to call him and ask where he is—but there’s a man in his kitchen.

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The man is short with dark skin (dark gray, he later learns) and black hair.

He has eerily familiar piercing green eyes when he turns, a CAT EAR flicking atop his head as he picks up the sounds of Jackie walking and gasping.

The can of tuna he’d been holding in his black clawed hands falls.

And then Jackie has an armful of purring, “YE’RE BACK!!!”

It turns out, Jackie learns, that Anti is actually a daemon.

A CAT daemon. He’d been arguing with a dog daemon (ex?) friend of his (Dark) in the alleyway Jackie had found him in and was too tired to tell him anything when the human decided to rescue him and nurse him back to health.

By the time he WAS healthy again...

He just liked being with Jackie.

Marvin, of course, still got an earful.

He WAS supposed to be watching him, after all.

Still, the flamboyant man only sighed and rolled his eyes.

He then revealed that he’d actually been a magician this whole time and realized, albeit belatedly and only after Anti refused to be taken care of by him, the truth when he came to cat sit Anti and found... well, a cat DAEMON instead.

(After a discussion, he decided to just bring the daemon food every few days.)

“So...” Jackie breathes deeply, trying not to be angry, “You just... left him???”

“Well...” Marvin, the veteran can somehow tell, looks around himself nervously, as though Jackie’s gonna pop out of no where and take him down (which, honestly, he COULD do). “He said he only wanted to be with YOU...”

The magician trails off unsurely but Jackie can hear the truth in his words.

He glances down at the purring cat daemon in his lap and sighs, “It’s fine.”

#antisepticeye #jackieboy man #marvin the magnificent #ego shipping #antihero #jackieboy man/antisepticeye #jackie/anti #jackie x anti #septicstories #mywriting #alternate universe #ValiantVetAU #catdaemon!anti #veteran!jackie #trying a new format; do you like it?

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esculentevil · 2 years

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Septic Stories: Supporting Sam

((Before we get into anything: this story is my first dive into a long standing headcanon I’ve had for the Brody Babies where they’re twins and PHYSCALLY one’s a boy and the other’s a girl BUT they grow up feeling like they ended up in the wrong bodies—id est: Samuel feels like a girl and Samantha [who we’re starting off with here] feels like a boy. They’re basically transgender [and, if you’re familiar with my previous works, you’ll find that there’s a reference to one in here— Top o’ t’e Transition!; where Jackie’s FTM trans—but I’d like to clarify that, despite this AU ref, this is still a general headcanon I have for the Sams: they’re like this in every ‘verse I write in], so, if you’re sensitive to transgender preteens coming out about being trans... don’t read this.))

((WARNING: This story contains various references to blood, descriptions of periods, angst, anxiety, crying, and a preteen telling their dad about feeling wrong in their own body [dysphoria]))

((If you’re still ready to read this but prefer reading on AO3, you can do that here! Otherwise...))

“Dad... can we talk?”

Chase blinks and pauses to look up at his daughter from his crouched position. He’s packing a cupboard in the kitchen with large jars of bright red pasta sauce (something they may or may not be storing for Anti’s scenes or Marvin’s spells), having just finished performing a grocery run with Henrik’s assist via phone.

He quietly sets the fifth unpacked jar down when he sees Samantha’s face.

She looks TERRIFIED. “Of course; wha’da’ya need, sweetie?”

Samantha fidgets, bright and too wet eyes darting everywhere.

Chase sighs so he doesn’t frown and alarm her. He rounds the counter and wraps an arm around her, guiding her to the couch in the living room. They sit, fireplace automatically turning on, and he holds her gently against himself. “Sweetie, I’m all ears.”

The preteen sniffs.

“I hate bein' a girl.”

Chase sighs.

He runs his hand up and down Samantha’s arm in a comforting gesture, warming the lean bicep and peach fuzz he finds there. “Why? Wha’ happened?” His daughter’s a headstrong girl—just like him, really—and extremely stubborn: she gets into all kinds of fights and arguments and often proves too much for, well, everyone including her teachers and fellow students. Chase and Stacy would be worried, really, if it weren’t for the fact that the fights are rarely physical and the arguments are usually valid and meant to protect or improve things.

However, not all of her classmates find her as remarkable/impressive as he does so he assumes this is just some stupid thing a bully put into her head.

(O, how wrong he is...)

“My period came.”

“Daddy?”

Chase jolts and snaps back to reality with a violent, sweaty shake of his head. He stares down at his daughter—his sweet BABY girl—and flushes nervously; whatever pallor he’d gotten as a result of hearing this unexpected declaration is now overpowered by an acute influx of embarrassed blood to his entire head.

He feels somewhat lightheaded, now, and isn’t sure which blood’s the cause: hers or his.

1, 2, 3; 1, 2, 3; 1, 2, 3; 1, 2, 3. Henrik’s voice counts in his frazzled mind as Chase determinedly breathes in four squares along with it. It calms him, slowly, and he holds Samantha close to him as the calming technique works wonders.

Then, he chuckles unsurely.

“I... Have you talked to your mother?” Chase isn’t really sure when that started—calling Stacy their mother instead of, well, anything else, really—but it did and, sometimes, it helps keep her and the pain of loosing her at a healthy distance.

Right now, though, it just seems to cause a rift between him and his daughter.

He can feel her slightly recoil; and, for a moment, he isn’t sure if he should let go or hold onto her. He keeps her close, though, in the end, because—damn it—he’s had to let her and Samuel go ENOUGH in the past few years and he’s TIRED OF IT. “I...” He laughs sardonically, feeling useless yet AGAIN. “Sorry, Sam: I just... I don’t get periods so I don’t know how I can help you...”

Slowly, Samantha relaxes.

Soon, her whole body softens and molds itself back to his side with a small sigh. Her high ponytail, which has been a thing since she was the littlest of potatoes, brushes gently against his cheek as they both find comfort in each other; and Chase finds himself smiling softly at it—at the familiarity of it.

It’s just... so THEM.

They stay like that for a bit, just a father and daughter on the couch by the fire, and breathe together like Henrik taught them.

“I hate it.”

Samantha’s declaration startles Chase—almost, but not quite, as much as, well, everything that today seems to be turning into—but he absorbs it nonetheless, listening to his daughter as she reaches out to him for help or support or...

Whatever it is she’s really looking for.

He just hopes he can give it.

“It’s not just... slimy and gross and SMELLS and makes me feel AWFUL but...”

She clutches his shirt, still small hands showing a surprising amount of strength. It reminds him of the first time he held them (Samantha’s but also Samuel’s): those tiny but thick little fingers that SQUEEZED as though afraid to let go—afraid he’d LEAVE them if they didn’t hold onto him.

(That’s called foreshadowing, right?)

“It also just... feels WRONG.”

Chase frowns, dread filling him. “Wrong?” He isn’t sure what that means. There... shouldn’t ISN’T anything wrong with a preteen girl getting her period—it’s NORMAL.

Right?

Wrong. Samantha repeats the word again, body tensing again and pulling away. She’s agitated, brows furrowed and lips set in a little scowl.

She’s adorable; but also not.

It’s painful to watch her, see her struggling, and not be able to help. Chase tries: he holds her shoulder tighter, rubs his thumb into her back, leans closer; but...

“It’s like... I can’t stop... thinking... it just... SHOULDN’T be HAPPENING.”

Now Chase’s brows furrow. “But, sweetie, it’s a perfectly normal—”

“THERE’S NOTHING NORMAL ABOUT PAIN AND BLEEDING!”

The father swallows. His child’s scream echoes in his ears and heart, aching, and he shakes as fears and doubt cloud his mind. He shouldn’t be doing this—he shouldn’t be the one Samantha goes to about this (whatever it really is).

Stacy is—or Henrik.

People that actually KNOW about anatomy and biology and periods and...

(People that aren’t failures like him...)

“Of course I’ll remain z’eir doktor, Chase!

"But, please understand:

“You are irreplaceable.

“Z’ey vill alvays need z’eir faz’er.”

Again, Henrik’s voice pervades Chase’s mind; but this time, they bring strength.

The father pulls his daughter back to him, embracing her with both arms, now, and gently rubs her back.

He tries to sooth her as he thinks of what to say.

He wracks his brain for SOMETHING to help—

“Ah, yea, it’s like... wearing the wrong clothes?

“But it’s your SKIN, dude; and all the body parts and FUNCTIONS attached to it.

“T and top surgery?

“BEST thing ta ev’r happen ta me!”

Chase blinks.

He’d blinked back then, too, when Jackie’d explained being transexual to him.

Or tried to.

He still doesn’t fully get it, honestly; but, like with Jackie, he might not have to...

“You’re right.”

Samantha flinches against him—startled more than anything (probably)—and then looks up at him in surprise. And confusion. Not that he blames her.

“It isn’t.”

Chase smiles down at his daughter—no: his CHILD; because maybe... maybe she ISN’T a she, either... And kisses her forehead, big and sloppy so she laughs. She complains, of course, and swats at him; but that just makes them giggle.

When they calm down, still with smiles on their faces, Chase continues: “And, you know, Jackie said similar things to Henrik before we realized—LEARNED—that he’s trans and got him on the path he’s on today: towards masculinity.”

He pauses here and lets that sink in. He lets her remember Jackie—meeting him and talking to him and learning about his binder and later why he DIDN’T have it.

When he thinks she’s recalled it all: “Now, I’m not saying that you’re trans, too—there’s, I think, a LOT of genders and things you can be, honestly—but, maybe we can sit down with them and... talk: figure things out, ask our own questions, go on this... grand adventure—together—and just... not be so alone and afraid.”

He can hear her sniffling, feel her tears soak his shirt, and see her lips quivering. His heart aches and he pulls her close to it, letting her hear it beating—feel HIM.

Just letting her know: “‘An, no matter what happens, I will ALWAYS love you and I will ALWAYS be here for you.”

She sobs, appearing relieved, and Chase thinks that—maybe—he did good; “I-I love you, too, daddy.”

((To everyone who had this experience or one similar to it—whether your body is female or not—please remember: Septic Dad loves you; this Evil loves you, too. Happy Pride. Stay Strong.))

#chase bro average #samantha brody #chase dad epic #septicstories #pride #mywriting #fanfiction #transexual #transgender #trans!jackie #trans!sam #trigger warnings #blood #angst #self loathing #anxiety #tears #menstruation

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esculentevil · 2 years

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Septic AU: The (Tired) Cat Dads

You all remember Canti know how they say pets resemble their owners and vv?

Well, have an AU where all the Septic Egos are normal humans (?) with cats that look just like them and vice versa; they even generally act like them, too.

So, whenever they get together (they all live in the same apartment building but different apartments [with Sean as landlord] so they’ve become good neighbors; some are even balcony buddies): their cats cause a BUNCH of trouble!

Making them The Tired Cat Dads.

#jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #jackieboy man #chase bro average #henrik von schneeplestein #jameson jackson #marvin the magnificent #alternate universe #TiredCatDadsAU #mywriting #DUMB THOUGHTS #i kinda hate this cuz i feel it falls flat from the initial idea but idk how to fix it #so have this thing before it dies in my drafts #found family #septicstories

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esculentevil · 2 years

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(AntiMagic) Sleeping Spell

((Follow up to Heat of his Heart [tho you don’t need to read it first] and also readable on AO3. Alsoalso kinda for @valpus-writing again cuz they encouraged my exploration of Anti scenting))

Sleeping on Marvin is like sleeping on a flowerbed.

Every part of him is soft and supple to the touch, silky and smooth like petals; from his skin to his hair, he smells of sun and flowers and sugar and fertility.

He also smells of magic and power—especially after he’s been spell casting.

It’s this intoxicating aroma that keeps Anti coming back to the arrogant mage, despite all his threats and warnings and brandishings of flaming hair and hands; the scent and sensation and satisfaction of snuggling Marvin is always worth it.

((As an afternote, I think it’s worth mentioning that, in our conversations, Valpus mentioned magic for them smells sweet like sugar; I wanna clarify here that when I talk about sugar above, I’m talking about glucose or the sugar produced by plants, not that magic smells sweet for me.))

#antisepticeye #marvin the magnificent #ego shipping #antimagic #mywriting #septicstories #drabble #fluff #scenting #snuggling #selfish #headcanon

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esculentevil · 2 years

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Canti, the Anti Cat, Shorts (1): The Bell Tolls for Thee

I like to think that, like any cat, Canti takes great pleasure in stalking people; but, when his stealthing and jumpscaring around the house becomes too much, everyseptic agrees to put a bell collar on him: so they can always hear him.

This was supposed to make it so he couldn’t sneak up and scare them.

However...

The other Septics soon come to learn that the sound of ominous bells echoing throughout the house no matter where they go... is infinitely scarier than a boo.

#antisepticeye #jacksepticeye #jse egos #canti the anticat #fanfiction #fanfic #drabble #mywriting #septicstories #fluff #black cat #horror #parody #funny

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esculentevil · 2 years

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Spring Screams (Speed Draw/Paint + Narration)

Happy Beltane, All! May life and joy become you this summer~♦️!

((Long awaited combo of WoodNymph!Anti and Spring a Little Scream on Me))

((And an old familiar face, it seems...))

#antisepticeye #fanart #myart #myvideo #septicstories #mywriting #MythJSEAU #nymph!anti #beltane

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esculentevil · 2 years

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Septic Stories/JSE Funnies: (AntiHero) Sweet Treat

((Also readable on AO3! =D))

After Stacy finally MEETS Anti and realizes he’s literally just a daemonic sitter whom even handles her kids’ cyber security, Chase starts getting more visitation rights (for which Anti almost gets buried in thank yous for) which includes, obviously, HALLOWEEN.

But between picking out suitable Trick or Treat outfits, decorating the house, and planning a spooky stream (of them ToTing), a question’s raised by The Sams: “You eat CANDY, Uncle Jackie???”

Because he’s the hero, Mr. HEALTHY.

The Super, though, only laughs and winks, “Nope! Anti’s all the SWEET I need~”

((Because it’s always Halloween for me I’ve been thinking about Anti’s licorice tongue again... and how it’s become my headcanon that Jackie hates anything unhealthy but still eats Anti...))

#jackieboy man #antisepticeye #ego shipping #antihero #chase bro average #samantha brody #samuel brody #stacy sisom-brody #mywriting #fanfiction #JSEfunnies #septicstories #jackieboy man/antisepticeye #jackie/anti

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esculentevil · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Jacksepticeye Power Hour (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Septic Family - Relationship Characters: Marvin the Magnificent (Jacksepticeye Power Hour), Antisepticeye (Jacksepticeye Power Hour), Henrik von Schneeplestein, Chase Brody, Jameson Jackson, Jackieboy Man (Jacksepticeye Power Hour) Additional Tags: Cat!Marvin, Memes, one bad word, Family, Fluff, Humor Series: Part 3 of Evil's JSEgo Headcanons Summary:

It’s a well known fact that Marvin has a cat form. It’s a rare pure white Manx with big and unusual cyan eyes. It’s larger than Anti’s cat form but still smaller than the normally same-sized BB. And it’s almost always sitting somewhere; because if he fits, Marvin will “sits.”

#marvin the magnificent #jse egos #JSEfunnies #septicstories #mywriting #fluff #domestic fluff #family #ao3 #headcanons #explainations #meme

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esculentevil · 3 years

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Septic AU: Seán Weiss Guertena

AU where Anti is Guertena's masterpiece: a puppetmaster for all his other works.

The other Septics are Guertena's other works. Jackie is a steel statue: Guertena's own man of steel. Marvin is a wall mural: Guertena's personal magical world. Henrik is a paper collage: Guertena's macabre map of his own body. Chase is a stuffed human-sized plush: Guertena's life-sized cuddle monster. Jameson is a human-sized puppet: Guertena's tea loving prince.

Guertena poured all of his heart into his pieces.

But most agree: Anti got none. He's overpowered and cruel and loves no one—not even the hero his creator made for him. Jackie is but a trophy to him: an object proving his superiority (after all, why else would their maker make a perfect male body of steel for him?).

Until their creator dies.

Then, the final bit of love in Seán Guertena's heart enters his masterpiece, causing love to bloom in Anti.

((Yes, I made an Ib AU. I love that game, ok; one of the few I might actually play [should I? maybe livestream it? on Twitch I mean <<...>> well it’s a thought now] and not only does it work for Seán... it works for me too! I’m posting this now cuz why not but this is actually going to pair with my previous work, Heartstrings, for a video sometime down the line [after I finally color it—which you can totally still do for yourself! I’m just awful and taking forever to color it; tho I started] so please look forward to it! And let me know if you’d like to see more of this AU! Like, who’s Ib))

#ib #jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #jackieboy man #marvin the magnificent #henrik von schneeplestein #chase bro average #jameson jackson #IbAU #alternate universe #SeánGuertenaAU #mywriting #septicstories

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esculentevil · 3 years

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AntiHero: The Feet Between Us

Anti and Jackie didn’t get along at first.

They were a hero and a villain—at their cores, too opposing to coexist.

But they had to.

So they did.

Their coexistence wasn’t an easy one—at first.

Jackie couldn’t really bring himself to see Anti as anything but evil for a long time and Anti couldn’t really fight his own nature: as a daemon, he played—especially with his dinner...

But, at some point, that playfulness of Anti’s got the better of him...

And it set the two of them off on a different foot.

That some point was shortly after Anti finally made his own pair of socks.

He’d been so ecstatic about it, he’d gone around wiggling his toes at everyone. And, despite all of the—admittedly—amused complaints, Jackie couldn’t bring himself to do anything about it: it was, quite honestly, completely harmless.

And utterly adorable.

This was, of course, until Anti tried wiggling his toes at Jackie.

The hero wasn’t amused at all.

He’d rolled his eyes at the grinning daemon before turning his back on him—something he’d soon come to regret (kind of).

As he directed his attention towards somethin more productive—like training—Anti seized the opportunity to tell a joke: a horrible corny joke.

He planted his foot on the warm muscled back of his counterpart and declared: “Look! I have a Jackieboy-Man slipper!”

((The last line totally gives it away [so, I’m not really asking if you can guess this week’s vid] but I’m still curious: how many of you actually recognize this line [and thus this pic] from 2019? <<))

#antisepticeye #jackieboy man #ego shipping #antihero #jackie/anti #jackieboy man/antisepticeye #mywriting #septicstories #headcanons #domestic fluff #flirting #terrible puns #bad jokes

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esculentevil · 3 years

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Anti(Hero) Headcanon (#16): The Chocolate Glitch

The first time it happened, it had been a mistake.

Jackie hadn’t meant to grab their resident Glitch’s favorite mug that morning—he’d just been in such a rush! And he certainly hadn’t meant to steal his drink!

But he did.

And all he tasted was SWEET.

At first, he’d thought someone else had put their drink into Anti’s favorite mug.

Marvin seemed like the most likely culprit as he would probably like sweeter stuff and be brave (or foolhardy) enough to actually do something like this.

But, when he asked, the magician had only scuffed.

“I drink mint tea, silly!”

That’d brought him to Jameson who doesn’t like coffee (he’s so bloody British).

He’d signed, once, that it’s just too bitter, which made him the only other option (because Henrik, Chase, and even Jackie tend to mainline the stuff).

But the only sweet things Jameson likes are pastries that compliment his teas.

He wouldn’t drink hot chocolate any more than the rest of them would.

Which only left Seán—because surely Anti wouldn’t like hot chocolate!

“Ha? What’re ye talkin’ about? O’ course Anti loves hot choc’late!”

Jackie stares at the creator incredulously, “... W-what???”

“It’s the opposite of bitter coffee.”

~Epilogue~

“I um... I used your mug by accident...”

Jackie fidgets as Anti silently takes back his favorite mug. The clink of the clay against the countertop is surprisingly deafening in the large Septic House.

“Ah noticed.”

The hero ducks his head, expecting wrath and rage. But Anti only sighs.

“But ye didn’t.”

The Super frowns as he glances up, finally looking at the Glitch before him. Anti’s still in the kitchen, hovering by his clean [curtesy of Jackie] mug, and staring guardedly back at him. Jackie swallows, “I um... didn’t know...”

“T’at Ah like hot choc’late?”

“That ya liked anythin’ sweet.” The heroic Septic scratches the back of his head, face warm, as he sheepishly looks away, “I thought ya’d like, like, black coffee...”

“Ew, no; shite’s nasty!”

Jackie laughs at that, nodding; “Yea, I need at least 3 spoons o’ sugar in mine!”

(Antisepticeye stares, surprised, “hWa... but... t’at’s so un’ealt’y!”)

(Jackieboy-Man rushes to shush him, “It’s pure energy, ok?!”)

((AntiHero bonding over sugar~ Can you All guess what drawing I’m planning to do for my YT? Also, who missed this mug? I swear I’m gonna make it real one day; just you All wait!!! >=3))

((Alsoalso: Marvin’s part is in reference to the fact that Sean, himself, said Marv likes mint tea; it’s obviously not in line with my Septic Coffee Shop AU where Marv’s drink is Cafè au Lait.))

((EDIT: The Video Version Is UP!!! =D))

#antisepticeye #jackieboy man #ego shipping #antihero #jackie/anti #jackieboy man/antisepticeye #mywriting #septicstories #headcanons #confession #explainations #domestic fluff #marvin the magnificent #jameson jackson #jacksepticeye #sean mcloughlin

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