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al13n-fr34k · 1 year

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Oh don't worry about it Angus! You didn't miss much!

Taggs: @rosiethefox @shawnthevampire

*eternal screams in what do I have to do to find fanmade/hardly ever seen egos on my fyp-*

#jacksepticeye #jse egos #jacksepticeye community #jacksepticeye fandom #jse fandom #jse angus #angus irwin #angus the survival hunter #shitpost #have you guys missed me drawing? i haven't done it in ages #lol #dinodrawsshit

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flower-zombie-rob · 2 years

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Angus the survival hunter pride icons

Weirdly this is the first time I have ever drawn him which is quite odd considering I've been in this community for around 5 years and I'm quite passionate about non cannon egos like shawn and Robbie. If the flags you want are not here send me an ask and I will make one especially for you.

Masterpost

Marvin

Chase

Henrik

Robbie

Anti

Shawn

Jackie

Jameson

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kalebsocs · 2 years

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Starting to really like coloring my pieces, you can definitely see that not everything is colored, but that's because I have my 10 markers with me rather than my huge collection of colored pencils on a 24/7 basis.

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wendiiingo · 5 months

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@smoliboops @yegglected

Final dump of my Sketchmas stuff tonight! Thank you @darkipoop in particular bc this is my first time posting theirs!

#b badger #thankmas #sketchmas #jse sketchmas #jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #jse egos #septicart #jse fanart #my art uwu #chase brody #chase brody jse #angus Irwin #angus soulscape #soulscape

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lirusstories · 7 months

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Sharpened Stones - Septic/Egotober Day 2

Tw: Panic Attack, Flasback

Egotober: Stone(sorta)

Septictober: Sharp Objects (Sorta)

Word count: 792

”I do think-“

“Henrik I'm fine I can go up and down the stairs just fine.”

Henrik gives Jack a Look that has him looking away.

“You need to take it easy, you are still recovering and-“

”Alright Alright I'll stay downstairs while you guys are gone.“ Trying to keep from sounding upset.

Henrik sighs, ”Look, Chase will back in a couple of hours, he's picking Angus up from the airport, just. If it weren't for Jackie you would have fallen yesterday.”

“That wasn't my fault!”

“I know, your legs gave out and that is the issue. You need to keep using your legs yes but I am begging you to use your cane and refrain from using the stairs.” Henrik tells him concerned.

“I know Marvin's potions are helping but they are not a cure all, you were-” Henrik takes a deep breath as he tries not to get upset further, he doesn't want to make Jack upset either but at this point it feels rather inevitable sometimes. He doesn't blame him it's just, frustrating.

“I'll be fine Henrik, I'll walk around down here and if I'm hungry I'll just grab something from the kitchen.” Jack assures.

Henrik still looks concerned before eventually caving and nodding.

”Alvight, Alvight. I'll leave you alone. Just, call one of us is something comes up, alvight?“

”Alright Alright, I'll be fine. Don't forget you have other patients to look after.“ Jack attempts to joke lightheartedly.

Henrik gives him a different Look.

”Jack, you are my brother, you are who I'm most concerned for.“ Henrik tells him softly.

Jack can't help but feel warm and nod a little.

”Now, I do need to go to work before I have to deal with Randy calling me.“

”Fuck he's still around? You'd like he'd retired by now.”

“Yes well he likes ruining my day, so I better go before I send him into an early grave. I love you, and remember to call if you need one of us.”

“I know, I know. I love you too, now go before Randy starts blowing up your phone.”

Henrik chuckles and nods, far more relaxed about leaving jack at home. “I'll see you soon.”

“See ya, and be safe!” Jack shouts after Henrik before falling into a coughing fit after the door closes.

Damn he's really pushing is voice right now. He imagines his asthma isn't too happy with him either.

He sits back and manages a few breaths before taking in the silence.

He hates it.

He was alone that night too, if Jackie hadn't come home and found him...

He shakes his head, wincing as his memories make his throat throb before turning on the TV to drown out his memories. It's his first time home alone since he woke up and he will not let the anxiety get to him.

It's a few hours later when Jack's stomach starts rumbling and he realizes he should probably get up and make himself something.

Grabbing the cane given to him by the hospital, he pushes himself off of the couch before slowly making his way to the kitchen.

He rummages through the cupboard first, going to grab a bag of chips before Henrik's words ring through his head, reminding him to eat healthy for at least the first few months. Jackie, Chase and Jameson still slip him some chips or candy bars when Henrik, Marvin or Jacques aren't paying attention or home but still.

He sighs before grabbing the oatmeal. Hopefully he'll remember it on the stove.

Good news! He did, bad news, he's forgotten where the spoons are.

He remembered them yesterday he knows he did, he remembers that he grabbed them just, not from where.

So now here he is, opening and closing draws as he tries to remember where before freezing dead is his tracks.

He stares at the drawer filled with the knives.

He swears he can feel his body painfully and forcefully glitching again as he stares at them and for a moment he swears one of them is coated with red.

And he knows it's not real. He knows it's not because they've replaced them after that night.

He slams the drawer shut as he stumbles back and into the dinning room table as he gasps for breath.

It feels like there are stones in his stomach as his appetite vanishes as he desperately tries to ground himself but he just can't.

He can feel the cold metal opening his throat when he couldn't even twitch a muscle. And then his voice, oh god it sounds like it’s right in his ear.

”Look at you!“

Chase and Angus come home hours later to find him passed out under the dining room table.

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creativewildflowers · 1 year

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"...Oh."

"I'm sorry."

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this game has officially ruined me, thank you creators for such a beautiful yet powerful game <3

day 16 of daily egos and nothing too big since it's 11pm and I spent my whole day playing this GAME AND ITS BREAKING ME APART

I don't expect this one will get a lot of attention but it's self indulgent so I'm enjoying myself

septiscape & soulscape are both games made by @power-of-friends-games and I TOTALLY RECOMMEND

original image below :]

#jacksepticeye art #jacksepticeye fanart #jacksepticart #jacksepticegos #jacksepticeye #jse fanart #jse egos fanart #jse egos #bingsepticeye #bingsepticeye fanart #angus irwin #soulscape #soulscape fanart #jaesegosart

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trxsh3banditt · 3 months

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New JSE Ego Headcannons (Gender/Sexuality/Pronouns)

Note! This includes fan made egos such as Shawn Flynn, Robbie, Angus, Marcus(The character Jack plays as in Poppy Playtime Chapter 2), Jacques, BSE, S34N, and a character based off the Russian voice Jack does for Papers Please(His name is Nikolai Yozhikov)

Chase Brody Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them Gender: Demiboy Sexuality: Bisexual

Henrik Von Schneeplestein Pronouns: He/Him/She/Her Gender: Bigender Sexuality: Pansexual

Jacques Torez Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them/It/Its Gender: Agender Sexuality: Aromantic Gay

Jackieboy-Man Pronouns: He/Him Gender: Trans Male Sexuality: Gay

Marvin the Magnificent Pronouns: Mirror Pronouns Gender: Genderfluid Sexuality: Pansexual

Anti Pronouns: He/Him/It/Its Gender: Agender Sexuality: AroAce

Jameson Jackson Pronouns: He/Him Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual

Robbie the Zombie Pronouns: It/Its Gender: Agender Sexuality: AroAce

Shawn Flynn Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them/She/Her Gender: Demigender Sexuality: Gay

Angus Irwin Pronouns: He/Him Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual

Marcus Brickley Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them Gender: Demiboy Sexuality: Bi-curious

Nikolai Yozhikov Pronouns: He/Him/It/Its Gender: Non-Binary Sexuality: Unlabled

BSE Pronouns: He/Him/It/Its Gender: Unknown Sexuality: Unlabled

S34N Pronouns: It/Its Gender: Unknown Sexuality: Unknown

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gh0st1nth3wa11s · 1 year

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thinking about how, everyone forgets about Angus. Who I'm pretty sure is SEANS FIRST EGO. and he has so much potential, angst fluff you name it! He's got a wife and kids I'm pretty sure!! Bring back Angus the Survival Hunter!

#Jse #Jacksepticeye egos #jacksepticeye fandom #angus the survival hunter #I LOVE HIM SM #HES SO NEAT #I THINK SEAN MENTIONED HIM SOMEWHERE BUT I CANT REMEMBER

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magnesiumchloride · 1 year

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whats your version of angus iwrin? i hear you have a good one 👀

You could say that, while he’s a revamp, he’s certainly different

For one, he’s Finnish and his full name is Angus Vilho Autio. He is still a hunter but he’s not the kind of hunter that’s canon. He actually works for the government as a secret agent/assassin although he has been forced to stop that now. He’s a little on the darker side since…yk, assassin, but he’s certainly nicer than he looks.

#angus irwin #jse egos

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greydoesthearts · 2 years

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We got a bunch of Angus for the request, how’s about that! (I’m drawing a Robbie too for this anon and another hehe) but in the meantime here’s an ego I’ve never drawn human before :D he was fun, though I did originally have other plans I wasn’t able to get to so I hope just a normal design suffices ^-^

Handsome survival lad for you all

(Tagging @glass-trash-bab and @bondedostae since they so kindly asked for the man)

#jacksepticeye #angus irwin #angus the survival hunter #jse egos #noncanon egos #genuinely really sorry this took so long and also became super underwhelming plans changed :(#ily guys though /p #grey does requests

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pinkibot · 2 years

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.: Spoilers for Septiscape & Soulscape! :.

"GIVE ME BACK WHAT'S MINE!!"

so uhhh that fight was intense am I right oof-

Finally decided to do some fanart after playing through Septiscape and Soulscape together with my friend @epicseptic! Honestly had a good time with it and shared a lot of goofs alongside the wholesome and angsty moments, and had so much fun doing the voices for the characters especially Omi's :) It was a pleasure to do his voice

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epicseptic · 1 year

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Erseptyl

Ch1 | Where it begins

Word Count 3,573

I haven't continued this au for a long time but I'm ready to get back into it! I'm very out of practice with writing but I guess I have to start somewhere. Thank you @geekyfox2 for helping me out with this!

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Jackie was used to getting up early in the mornings. He ran the only horse stable in all of town which was fully open to the community. People who traveled in and out of town to deliver parcels or explore the city often left their horses in his care so that they could take care of their business or so that they could spend the night at one of the many inns without worrying about their steeds' wellbeing. It was a never ending job but Jackie loved it. He loved working with the noble stallions and tending to their every need. It had always brought him a warm sense of joy and purpose to serve his community.

It used to be such a delightful job…

Things just hadn't been the same as they were in the past. The town used to be absolutely bustling with vendors beckoning on the side of the roads. Travelers from faraway villages toured the sights and shopped for souvenirs while children ran and laughed in the streets.

It used to be such a lively and welcoming place to be, but there was none of that now. Ever since the prince had suddenly vanished 3 years ago.

No one knew what happened to him. They were all told that the prince was tragically killed in the night, but they were never told how. Neither was there ever a body to bury. There was no evidence of a murder either but what were they supposed to believe?

The royal bloodline was destroyed and the throne was quickly succeeded by the second in command to the prince, and he was an awful man. Because of him, no one dared step foot outside anymore. Not unless they absolutely had to anyway.

People still worked their jobs but the streets weren't as lively or populated as they used to be. Businesses were failing due to the lack of customers and there were no more tourists to bring them their business. Only few people visited the town now, but only if they were permitted by the king to bring trades to supply the shops. Nothing more, nothing less.

In fact, by order of the new king, no resident of the city was even allowed to leave the city walls unless they were given royal permission. Failure to abide by his rules would lead to an unrecoverable punishment. More often than not, that punishment was served with death.

That's right. Anti had everyone in town wrapped around his little finger. To him, they were nothing more than pawns on a chessboard. They were just his tools to provide for him and his ultimate goal to expand his empire with the threat of war.

Ever since he came into power… It seemed as though life had literally been sucked away from the town.

Jackie still tended to the stables despite it all, but there really wasn't much to do anymore. The only horses he had left were his own, his brother's, and the kind old blacksmith down the road. Unfortunately, no travelers meant no horses, and that meant no income. Nobody had need for a stable anymore, not even the king. The selfish prick…

"It's just another quiet day, isn't it Sam?" Jackie was gently brushing through his steed's shiny, brown coat while the horse himself munched away at a pile of hay. The little glutton practically ignored his master's statement but then again, it wasn't like he was going to respond with words or anything. Jackie simply sighed in response to the silence.

The day really was quiet. It always was. It didn't help that the air was always so crisp and chilly, and the sky was always covered by a gloomy blanket of clouds. It made everything feel so… empty. It's like the earth itself was mourning. Kind of like a dry, lifeless tree in the middle of a scorched, vacant field. Colorless and gray…

It was depressing to say the least and even though he tried not to let it get to him, he couldn't stand this feeling anymore. Every day he was walking on glass shards and he was tired. Tired of feeling like a caged bird. Did anyone else around him even feel this way? He solemnly looked to the ground and sighed.

"Things really aren't what they used to be-"

"Mornin' bro!" Jackie felt an abrupt slap on his back, interrupting his private heart to heart with his horse. The scare caused him to drop the brush in his hand and he quickly whipped his head around to find Angus walking behind him.

"Oh… hey," Awkwardly, he offered his brother a friendly smile.

"Hey, Sam is looking pretty good there," Angus remarked, nodding his head in the horse's direction. He turned his attention to the horse in the next aisle over with a beautiful white and tan pattern. "Huh. So is Patches… Did you fix her up already?" He seemed genuinely astonished at how quickly his brother was able to get everything done.

"Yep, I'm pretty much done with everything here. I fed the horses, cleaned their hooves, fixed their shoes, brushed their manes and coats-"

"Geez!" Angus interrupted. "Save some work for the rest of us! How are you gonna get through the rest of the day without crashing?" He gave a light-hearted chuckle and ruffled up his brother's hair, earning a frustrated growl from him.

"Heh, I think I'll manage," he said plainly as he ran his fingers through his hair to smooth out the now messy strands. "Think we should start heading over to Shawn's right about now?"

"Might as well. It's still early but it's not like there's much else to do." He suggested rather calmly.

Shawn had been a good friend of theirs ever since they moved into town. He ran his own general store and had been incredibly successful ever since he opened his doors. When they had first met Shawn, his store was being robbed by a couple of outlaws.

At the time, Jackie and Angus had only been living in town for about a month and were on their way to do their weekly supply run when they saw people screaming and running away from the shop's front doors. Without hesitation, the two of them rushed in and drew their weapons, ready for confrontation.

When they entered, four men were haggling and threatening poor Shawn to hand over his coins, pointing daggers to his face and blocking any possible escape. The pair split up the group and swiftly tied them up, turning them over to the authorities and overall earning the shop owner's respect.

Shawn wasn't always the best at communicating his emotions, but the pair knew he was grateful nonetheless. After that whole fiasco, they were always more than welcome to come by the shop for anything.

In fact, ever since the stable's business began to falter, Shawn kindly offered his friends a job to earn some extra money. It was such a kind thing for him to do, especially since his own income took a bit of a fall itself.

The shop wasn't far; just up the road from the stables and up a small set of stairs next to a soup kitchen. It was only about a ten minute walk to get there and the brothers chatted amongst themselves the whole way.

"Hmm… You think we should make a casserole for dinner?" Jackie asked, looking straight up at the cloudy sky above. He was almost trying to make their schedule sound busier than it really was.

"Sounds good to me!"

"Pfft, everything sounds good to you. You eat like a hog-" Jackie jested.

"Not true! I don't eat asparagus. It's disgusting-"

His defensive response made him chuckle. "For being the older one, I think you're being a little dramatic. But whatever, I won't put any asparagus in the casserole-"

"Shhh-" He suddenly ordered, putting his hand out in front of Jackie, signaling him to zip it.

All joking suddenly stopped and Jackie focused his attention forward. In front of them were two guards performing their daily patrols. Their uniforms were an ashy shade of black and their eyes, as usual, were hidden by their hoods. They were faceless; like they were purely made from shadows. One thing was for sure, they didn't feel human.

Hundreds of these guys suddenly showed up when the new king had come into power. They appeared from nowhere but they carried out every one of the King's sinister desires. They enforced every outrageous law and detained anyone who merely looked at them wrong.

THEY were the reason the streets were empty. It was because of them no one dared to leave their homes unless it was absolutely necessary for survival.

Jackie knew better than to look into their eyes - if they even HAD eyes anyway. The two soldiers were walking in their direction, heading down the path they just came from. Jackie kept his mouth shut and stared at the road ahead of him and Angus did the same. However, Jackie could feel the weight of their gaze on him and just as their shoulders had passed each other, his eyes couldn't help but dart up to catch a glimpse of the soldier closest to them.

The man was looking directly at him and his breath hitched in his throat when he met his cold eyes. For a short moment, he waited for that dreaded call to halt and stay where he was, but thankfully the soldiers ignored him without a single word.

He sighed with relief before flinching at the sound of Angus' subtle tone.

"Never know what will get you in trouble these days…" He took a peek behind him to give a disgusted glare at the men walking away from them before turning his head back around.

Jackie watched him and silently agreed. At this point, if even one thing was out of place, you could easily be arrested or fined. It was unfair, yes, but that was how they liked it. The soldiers wanted a reaction out of people - to hear them plead for mercy - so that they could arrest them for being disorderly. It was entertainment for them…

With a shake of his head, he pushed those bitter thoughts away from his mind. It was too early to be tiptoeing around these assholes. He just really didn't want to think about it right now. "C'mon, we're almost to Shawn's. Let's just go…"

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The door to the general store swung open and the sound of a brass bell rang to alert the shop owner of a customer.

Shawn turned his head to glance at the door from behind the counter where he was unpacking some boxes.

"Well you guys sure are early," he remarked, stopping to reach below the counter for another, rather large, box. "Your shifts don't start for another couple of hours."

"Eh, business at the stables is slow as ever. We decided to make ourselves useful over here," Angus fidgeted with a price tag on a jar of raisins that was sitting on a shelf.

"Don't touch that, you'll break it."

"Whoops-" he quickly let go of it per the shopkeeper's request, not even questioning how Shawn knew he was touching it when he was crouched down behind the counter. "Sorry."

Jackie on the other hand snickered at the nervous look on his brother's face.

"Well, in other words, I'm actually glad you guys are here-" Shawn called out from behind the counter, standing up and heaving a heavy crate onto the counter with a loud thud. "I finally got a new shipment and it's a rather large one. I need you guys to help me stock the shelves."

Jackie instinctively walked to the counter and started picking apart the contents of the box. "Are these all just fruits? Don't you need other stuff too?"

"Oh trust me, there's about a dozen more crates in the back." The shop was in dire need of a restock indeed and Shawn had been waiting at least a month for this shipment. He'd requested an order for fruits, spices, bread, candy… Everything a general store should have and it seemed like he finally received all he'd been waiting for. "Well, it looks like we've got a long day of sorting ahead of us. On your feet, get started!"

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The day dragged on and on until the sun was beginning to set behind the horizon. Angus continued tidying up and sorting the merchandise on the shelves while Jackie carefully swept up the dirt tracked onto the wooden floors.

Business was no better, with only a handful of customers coming in to shop. Shawn stood by the counter where he added up the store's weekly earnings. Suddenly, his voice broke the silence.

"Ugh, I tell you, this shop isn't going to last another month at this rate." He dropped a handful of coins onto the counter out of frustration. The sound of small metal coins against the wood counter startled the other two men from their concentration.

"Well, there's not much else we can do about it." Angus was the first to speak up with a dismissive shrug. "Unless, of course, you would rather complain to the king and let his men dismember you." He was being a bit spiteful but Shawn seemed to take it in a totally different direction.

"Hah, how much do you think each appendage would go for? 50 shillings?" Shawn laughed, genuinely intrigued by Angus's sarcasm.

"Do you really think you are worth that much? Sounds narcissistic if you ask me."

Jackie quietly listened on to their conversation, sweeping away at the dirt that was caught between the floorboards, not really engaging in their spiteful exchange.

"You are right, Angus. Perhaps the king would rather display my mug on his mantle!"

He stopped sweeping and grimaced at the awful image of it.

"Please, that honor probably belongs to the prince, dude."

His blood suddenly ran cold at the mention and his grip on the broom tightened.

"I'll admit, you may be right. I mean, as much as you'd like to pretend, he's sure not in the dirt-"

"Shut up!" Jackie's voice suddenly interrupted their incessant, insensitive joking. They hadn't noticed his expression until they heard him interject. He was trembling and he dropped the broom he was holding onto the floor. "I cannot believe you guys would joke about this! How tone-deaf can you be!?"

After years of suffering in this tyranny, he felt his quiet, brave demeanor beginning to crack. He had suffered quietly for so long but he couldn't bite his tongue anymore. Not at this. He'd reached his boiling point.

Angus was shocked to say the least. He'd never seen an outburst like this come from his brother before and he was instantly concerned. "Whoa, we didn't mean any harm. It's just… We just thought cracking some jokes would be a good way to lighten the mood."

"Don't you think you went a little too far!? Do you not see the hell we are living in? Does it mean nothing to you!?"

"Jackie, calm down. We have been living this way for years now. Don't you think it's time to move forward? Stop grieving over what happened and accept that we are in the shit?" Shawn tried to reason with him, but Angus quickly noticed that his tone was too harsh.

"Now wait a minute, Shawn. Jackie, you know he doesn't mean-"

"How can you be so insensitive! How can you so easily move on when our people are being oppressed and murdered in the streets!?" He balled his hands into fists. He couldn't control his frustration; he was so disgusted at how they could mention the prince's name like this. "And the prince? The prince was a symbol of our freedom! Don't you dare speak ill of him!"

"Is that the problem? Jackie, the prince is dead, gone just like the king and queen. I'm sure he doesn't care what I say about him." He had a very calm expression on his face. It was like he was stone. How could he be so cold toward their situation? "Look, I am just saying, the sooner you stop caring about the past, the sooner you can move on and ignore it."

Shawn really wasn't one to sugarcoat his words… But it wasn't something Jackie could accept. He would never, ever forget that day… The day all of the townspeople were called to the main square where the horrific, life changing news was broken.

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The morning was particularly cloudy. So much so, it hardly seemed like the sun had even risen. The bells tolled, ringing loudly and calling everyone to gather in the square for an important announcement.

It was Anti himself that stood upon the center pedestal with a couple of bodyguards at his sides. He wasn't even phased when he spoke the words. Like he felt no emotion at all…

Jackie remembered every word of his speech.

"Good people of Erseptyl, I bring you solemn news today. It pains me to tell you that the young prince is no longer with us. It is truly a tragedy that we should lose the last remnant of our beloved royal family at such a crucial time-"

Upon hearing the news, pained cries of grief and panic erupted from the crowd. Jackie could remember his heart dropping when he learned of the prince's fate. Over the sound of people wailing and screaming, Anti had to raise his voice to continue.

"Yes, a truly sad time this is for all of us. But fear not, good people. You will not be without a guide, for I have a solution for you. From this moment on, as the late prince's royal advisor and second in command to the throne, I will be taking on the burden of being your King…"

Was he allowed to do that? Could he really just claim the throne like this? Weren't there rules for situations like this?

No one had the courage to question him. They were all stricken with grief and fear. They couldn't speak. All they could do was cry and murmur to each other about what they were going to do next.

Jackie didn't have the courage to ask either. Even his normally fearless brother had an empty, thoughtless look in his eye as he stared down at the ground in horror.

It was so unreal, you could mistake it all for a joke. Just a cruel prank that went a little too far.

Everything became all too real when hundreds of guards began flooding the streets and lowering the kingdom's flags from their poles. Oh gods. They were serious…

The entire bloodline… Gone.

"I have worked alongside both the late King and the Prince. I know the ins and outs of this kingdom and I know, better than anyone, how to lead this kingdom down the path of its true potential."

It was unthinkable. How did this happen? Why? Why all of a sudden?

It was all happening too fast! Just slow down, please!

"Believe in me and I promise you, you will never know a ruler quite like me…"

No, it was a lie. This was fake; a setup. His words were so sinister… Something was wrong. This didn't just happen!

It's too late to ask questions…

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"Do you not remember just how beloved he was? He was the kindest, most fair ruler we'd ever had…" He spoke fondly of the old days, but his tone was twisted with heartbreak. Kind of like being homesick…

Shawn simply shook his head and sighed. "Why do you care so much about the prince all of a sudden?"

"All of a sudden…?" He was shocked. How could they no longer care!? "This is nothing new, Shawn! Did you never question it? The prince's sudden disappearance? The sudden rise to power? Did you not see something wrong with it? Or do you just fail to care…" His tone only became more and more bitter while he glared in Shawn's direction.

"Listen to me. You are stuck in the past. I do not question it because it will fix nothing. The prince is dead. Move on. I have and I'm doing just swell." He was genuinely trying to reason with him.

Angus watched them from the sidelines, arguing back and forth while they glared intently at each other. "Uh, guys… Let's just change the subject-" He wanted to be the peacemaker, but neither of them would listen.

"You know what, Shawn? You want to live in this hell hole? Be my guest, but you can do it without my friendship." That was it. Shawn was never going to listen and he was only wasting his breath on him.

With that, Jackie kicked the discarded broom across the floor, its long handle bumping into one of the shelves with a loud crack. He stomped his way to the door and pushed it open, but he stopped for a moment to say one more thing.

"I do not care what you think, but Anti will never be my king, and if I ever find a way out of this shit, I'm taking it. With, or without you guys." With that said, he let the door swing shut behind him, leaving his brother and a very confused shopkeeper to finish the shift all on their own.

#jacksepticeye #jse community #jse egos #jackieboy man #jackie #angus the survival hunter #shawn flynn #erseptyl au #my writing #jse fanfiction

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rambles-doodles · 2 years

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Egoshiptober day 6: Fashion

Ship suggested by @egoship-stuff

(Yeah, there’s a costume prompt, but I’ll do something else for that. I must go in order or I’ll die)

Angus is dressed at Kraven the hunter, Jackie is dressed as his rival Spider Man! (I forgot the webs and I’m too lazy to add them now)

Ah, the things you do for love.

#egoshiptober 2022 #egoshiptober #jse art #jse fanart #jse egos #jacksepticeye egos #jacksepticeye #angus the survival hunter #jackieboy man

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cheyj05 · 2 years

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Holy shit, i just saw a post suggesting 7 & 8 might be the twins and now I have brain worms holy shit hvhgcjmnl. Cause, like, I don’t know if they would have Anti has a “Person of Interest”. There’s a distinct chance they don’t know about him in the first place and if they do.... I doubt he’d be labeled as just a person of interest. More like DANGER DANGER DON”T GO NEAR THIS FUCKER.

But that would mean instead of one POI we don’t know, it’s two. Now, doesn’t Jack have two characters who he has actively stated he wanted to do more with them?

#honestly I'm surprised we didn't already consider them egos #more people consider robbie the zombie an ego #Though i could be wrong #and he's either making Angus and Robbie canon #or giving us new egos #or maybe not even an ego at all!#jacksepticeye #jse theory #IRIS theory #I wonder what the watch au will do if the twins become canon lol #jse egos #jse

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trxsh3banditt · 1 year

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What is Your Purpose?(JSE(Angus Irwin) Fanfic)

*First Person*

I used to stay up too much, lost more and more sleep wondering what my purpose was. I wasn’t like the others. I wasn’t incredibly talented like Marvin or strong like Jackie and Anti. I wasn’t that kind like Jameson neither was I as smart as Henrik. I was left there, alone when Jack left to go fend for the new “egos” as they are called now. But what am I? I am not an ego, they barely know me. All they know is my voice, thats it. I hate it so much, I want to be known. I want to be heard. It’s not fair.

*Third Person*

Angus watched from afar as the group of new egos were celebrating what would be their new years. The channel had reached subscribers to the millions. Everyone was there, Except for Angus. He climbed up into a tree and watched as everyone had fun and did their own thing. Tears burned his eyes as they welled, every laugh and playful gesture made his heart hurt. It’s been too long since he’s felt some sort of love from his creator and surely wouldn’t be anytime soon he’d feel it again. His tears finally fell when he squeezed his eyes shut and began to cry silently. Angus was tired, so very tired. So tired of being forgotten. “Uhm..Hello..?” Angus quickly looked down and saw another ego. He’s never seen this one on Jack’s channel, and highly doubted they even belonged to him. He was a little over five foot, but his arms, legs and some parts of his clothes and face were covered in ink. “Might I ask why are you upset..?”

“Why do you care..? You don’t need to know shit.” Angus came down and began to walk away from the building.

“Would..you like to come inside with me? My brothers and I are having a get together to celebrate something and I’m sure they’d be glad to meet you” He persisted, and grabbed Angus’s arm; however his grip was soft, and not pressuring. Barely giving the Aussie any time to answer the ego brought him inside.

“Why? None of them will notice me” Angus murmurred.

“Nonesense. They talk about someone just like you all the time. He’s adventurous, and very brave. Not afraid to speak what he thinks” The ego stopped at the door and turned to Angus, purring a hand on his shoulder. “It’s hard to realize at first just what it means to be an ego. You’re one of us. And Jack hasn’t forgotten, you always have a place here no matter what you think.” The ego opened the door and lead him in. Almost immediately Angus was tacked in a hug by a few of the others, happy that he was finally back. He felt like he was going to cry again, as much as he felt out of place, he can finally try and piece together what he’d been missing the entire time.

A purpose.

#jacksepticeye #jse egos #jse fanfiction #angusirwin #angus the survival hunter #shawn flynn

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