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n-anon · 7 months

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Septictober Day 2: Sharp objects/ Stomach Pain/Halloween Shopping

TW: Panic attacks, mentions of a throat slit

(Note: Takes place after SAY GOODBYE, idk when but AU where c!Jack got out of the coma maybe? Septictober prompts by @jselorekeeper)

Pumpkins made him sick. Pumpkin flavored donuts, coffee, he was feeling dizzy, almost, as he stumbled into the Halloween section, at least here he could maybe distract himself with a costume and laugh at the silly decorations. The prop knife on the wall, however, caught his eye first. Blood, dripping from a knife, not a prop. Real....Too real. His throat, burning, he wanted to scratch-get it out, get i̟t̥̳̕ out. This time of year was bad. He needed to get out-get away, run before he...."Jack? Jack!" He blinked, as the grinning face of Chase came running up to him, followed by his kid, he almost sighed in relief, as he refocused back on the costumes, glancing at a silly banana costume and he cracked a fake smile. "Oh hey Chase. How's it going?" Chase grinned, "Oh its going wonderfully, this lil goblin here wanted to buy dozens of candy bags, its only September! Plus-they have Christmas stuff out too." He listened attentively, and nodded appropriately, the knife was at the wall, and he felt the need to grab it, touch the edge....r͏͜e̷p͟e͜͠à̀͏t̶̢ what happened before. He gasped slightly as the kid tugged on his jeans and he bent down to listen, then laughed, shaking it off, he would hang around Chase for the rest of the evening, listening to the plans he had for the upcoming fall season. He didn't trust himself right now. He didn't want to be alone. Not again.

(A/N: aw look its almost wholesome lmao, anyway hope ya enjoyed, if you want to be added to the tag list as always either send me an ask or a comment down below!) Tag list: @altr114209anon @spooky-draws-stuff @randowaffle @vwoop-prince @fear-is-nameless @pyranoia @a-bnana @therealtiger77 @innocent-angel3

#jacksepticeye #chase brody #antisepticeye #septictober #c!jack #N writes

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summerthatartist · 7 months

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Septictober Day 6

No TW! Just silly fun!

Someone told me that I should change my "tw blood" tag because it was censored, and I had no idea that one of the tags I could use was an uncensored version (I was just clicking what came up), so thank you! :D

Day 6: Impalement/Taser/Sam dressed as the egos

AU: I have no idea, it's just silly lol

( Septictober created by @jselorekeeper / @pagansheep )

#septictober #jacksepticeye #jacksepticegos #jse egos #jacksepticart #jse community #jacksepticeye egos #jacksepticeye fanart #jse fanart #septicart #septiceye sam #jse fandom #small artist #artists on tumblr #they're just silly little guys :3 #summerthatartist draws

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daka-d3monb0y · 7 months

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Septictober Day 1: Hidden Injury

Zombie Apocalypse AU cause I said so.

Henrik lexuring Jackie to be more careful because he almost got bitten.

But he actually did get bit.

I tried drawing but I got lazy so I did this in Gacha Instead. I'll do better in future days I just had a long night last night. Have a good day/night!

#jacksepticeye #septictober #dr. schneeplestein #jackieboy man #gacha club #day 1 #egotober

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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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ashtonisvibing · 7 months

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Ego/Septictober Day 1 - Cape/Black and Blue

"GET AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND-!!!"

guys this is why you don't fuck with the queers okay we've got magic and stuff

hehehe it's spooky season, my fellow ghouls and creeps! meaning that the plague of communities making drawtober prompts has begun!... i didn't make a set of prompts, but i've decided to join @jselorekeeper and @tracobuttons' prompt lists and combine them to ease up my work load a lil :3

today's prompts were "cape" and "black and blue", so i decided to draw a pissed off and injured marvin about to go ham on some bad guys who hurt jackie. cuz if you think i won't somehow cram the gay into my drawings, you are very very stupid-

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#ashton is drawing #septictober #egotober 2023 #jacksepticeye fanart #jacksepticeye egos #marvin the magnificent #blood #bruises

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chaseisglitched · 7 months

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Egotober/Septictober Day 3: Drink/Haunted House

is there something else present in your house, Chase?

#chase.art #jacksepticeye #jse #jacksepticeye egos #jse egos #chase brody #antisepticeye #septictober #egotober 2023 #septicart

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graphic-hawk · 3 months

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Antisepticeye - He's Coming for You

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I think I'm starting to finally get back into the swing of things. I'm back in Wattpad writing the sequel to 'One, Two. . . He's Coming for You'. The sequel is called, 'Three, Four. . . Open the Door'. This septicart, though, is from 'He's Coming for You' in the final battle between Antisepticeye and all the Septic egos. Here's the link to the story:

And then here's the link to the sequel if you've already read the first book:

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sapphirerubycreates · 7 months

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Septictober Day 16: Hostage

Part of my Missed Messages AU

Content warning: torture, electrocution, gore?, stabbing/knives, violence

Author's Note: Yeah, I think I got kinda dark in this one. Sorry it's late too. Only got it last night, and just got finished editing.

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Not even ten seconds after he’d slapped them awake, and they were already screaming and struggling uselessly. At least the duct tape made the noise bearable. “Scream all you want.” Anti sharpened a knife in his hand. “We’re in an abandoned building with nothing around for miles. And I will cut out your tongue if you annoy me too much.” He made a point of making another pass to sharpen the blade, trying to really drag out that metallic noise. At least that seemed to quiet them for now.

Anti walked round to his chair-bound hostage, a twisted smile on his face. They struggled against the ties, tried to plead through the tape, begged with their eyes to be let go. But Anti wasn’t having that at all.

“You know,” he flipped his small knife about on his hand, playing as he mulled over his plan, “I’ve been learning some anatomy, and I think you’re the perfect person to help me test my knowledge. And I promise, if you stay still, it’ll only hurt a little.” He casually sauntered to the back of the chair, whistling all the while. Lifted up the guy’s shirt to expose their back.

“Let’s see...” Anti trailed the knife in an S shape down their spine to the sacral vertebrae. “This section...” he sent a shock through the metal that was hopefully targeted enough for his goal. His subject jumped at the electrocution, but he was just getting started. “... I believe that was supposed to make you impotent.” Anti peaked his head to the side and looked at the man in the chair. “Does it feel any different?”

His hostage gave incoherent, muffled pleas, but Anti just went back to his work. “Up here...” he tried to be a bit more precise with his guess, but the curves of the spine weren’t so exact with someone writhing against him. Another jolt, another cry. “Your lower legs should be paralyzed.”

Anti dragged the knife tip slowly up the spine, sending small electric impulses the entire time. Then they shifted too far underneath him, making his blade brush off the spine and hit another section of the lower back. He stopped shocking the man, but not before he’d hit something inside that wasn’t in the spinal column. Anti growled at that annoyance.

Why did they always misbehave? He had to go around front to address him. Tears on the man’s face didn’t garner any kind of sympathy. “When I ask you to stay still...” Anti swiftly plunged the knife into their right thigh, all the way down to the handle. Didn’t think he hit an artery, and even if he didn’t, he wasn’t ready to take the dagger out yet. “Stay still. Or do you have a death wish?” The man shook his head, struggling less now. “Good.”

Anti went back around, having to resort to using his fingertips now. “Now where was I... Ah. Here.” Upper legs gone. It was easier to feel the vertebrae, but he didn’t leave those pretty burn marks. The whimpering was getting to be a bit much. “C’mon. You can’t even feel it now.” He was sure about that at this point.

“But that’s just a warm up. Paralyzing you isn’t enough. Let’s see. If I go up here... That should be your stomach. You feel that pit in your gut? Or actually...” Anti walked his fingers down the spine, “Maybe intestines? Yeah, she said intestines were where the pain was. And actually, I know you don’t have ovaries, but kidneys are close to the same area, right?” Another shock to mess with their function. “Sorry if I got that wrong. This is all new to me.”

“Oh, also, is it pain, or just a numbness? Because I don’t think it’d be fair if you aren’t feeling a fraction of the pain you’ve caused. Actually. Hmmmmm. I usually do this from the front, but hey, we’re trying new things today.” Anti tried to find the T2 and T3 vertebrae. This one had to be careful and controlled. Didn’t want full cardiac arrest, just distress. But the brat just kept squirming and trying to move Anti’s hand out of position. Anti sighed, having to teach them another lesson.

Another knife plucked from the table, but no theatrics this time– just straight into their hand (and wooden chair arm) without hesitation or prelude. “Be glad I didn’t stab you in your left, since that’s the one you write with it.” His hostage just looked at Anti with such shock and horror. “Oh, I’m not a stalker. She noticed. And it’s such a small thing to notice. But she did. So what kind of blind man do you have to be to not see how you made her suffer day in and day out. Actually, that gives me an idea.” Anti looked at the open book on his table. “Hmmmm. You know what, I’ll chance the deafness.”

The jerk struggled against the restraints after that. And of course he would. Nothing about this kind of thing was ever that easy. No one ever took punishment well. “Seems we’re doing this the hard way.” Anti pressed his hands on either shoulder and sent a pulse all the way through both arms. The squirming finally stopped. “And I had so wanted to see if I could do that from the spinal column.” Anti sulked. “Do you know how useful that knowledge would have been?”

Anti laid a hand on the back of his subject’s neck, but the ass just kept thrashing about so Anti couldn’t be precise with his shock. See no other choice, Anti clamped his other hand around the front of their neck. Leaned close to the dick’s ear. “I’d rather not kill you,” he hissed, “but I have no problem doing it. So just sit back and relax. This will all be over soon.” He felt the gulp, but the man tried to pin his captor’s hand with his chin of all things. Another small jolt through his spine, and the struggling stopped. Finally Anti let out a sigh of relief.

“Was that so hard now?” And Anti was going to reposition himself to try again, but then there was gasping. Wheezing. He put two fingers on their jugular, and it wasn’t pulsating. Anti growled in frustration at this, because this wasn’t the plan. “You stupid prick.” Anti tore the tape off, trying to give them a larger airway, but that didn’t help. Wanted the bastard to suffer, not die. He came round to work on their chest, knowing at least how to restart a heart without a pulse.

“Just a little blindness.” He placed a hand over top their heart. “Was that really too much to ask?” A shock to the muscle. Nothing so far. “It’s not like you didn’t have it coming.” Pressed in and gave another shock. “Would you have preferred I break your back?” A third one and it still wasn’t enough.

“Jeez!” Anti went around to his back, a little more frantic now. “Cause that would be too easy, you know?” Tried to spike the T2 and T3 nerves, but he still wasn’t breathing. “You work her to death, so you deserve a little death too.” Maybe his C-spine again? “Not actual death.” A big shock down the entire spinal column to try and get everything working again.

It was almost a relief to hear that gasp for air. Almost. “Goddamn bastard,” Anti breathed out. “Making this harder than it has to be.”

“You’re. Insane,” his hostage coughed out, still barely getting a handle on his restarted lungs.

“I’m insane. Really?” Anti walked in front, wanting to see the liar’s eyes. “You beat her spirit down to a pulp and spat on it. Sure it’s not physical abuse, gold star! but it’s hell nonetheless.”

“What–” he hacked up a lung trying to catch his breath. “Are– talking?”

“Oh, you don’t remember me do you?” Anti questioned playfully. “You’re such a self-important egomaniac, why would you? Let me sum it up then. You met me the other night. I stopped my brother from punching you in the face. And spoilers, I didn’t do that cause I’m that nice.” Anti laid out an unsettling grin, waiting for his victim to remember. And it was amazing to watch the eyes grow wide at realization.

“You??”

“Mmhm!” He was so proud of himself. “Neither of them know what proper revenge is.”

“Revenge? It’s just a project. You’re insane!”

“Maybe a little.” Anti put the tape back over his mouth, not interested in his excuses right now. He went back to his table of knives, thinking about going with one of his old, reliable methods of pain instead of trying out this new stuff. He picked up a knife and started turning it over in his hands, thinking about where to go first. “But mainly cause I actually let you torture her for the whole semester instead of beating you to a pulp after that first stunt you pulled.” He stopped musing and pointed the knife at him. “And I do mean that literally.” He paused a moment, thinking about carving up that flawless face of his.“But Robin convinced us that she couldn’t do that entire project on her own; that she needed you. And it turns out?” He made a little laugh for emphasis at this crazy situation, wanting to see the man’s pathetic face. “She did it all on her own anyway! And you were never punished for any of it! Just took credit for her hardwork and peddled it like you were the brains of the operation. Well, even if I didn’t do this soon enough to prevent her from breaking down...” Anti twisted and dug the edge of his blade into the worm’s left shoulder blade. Boy was he a screamer, even with the tape. “... I can at least make you feel some of the pain she did. Too little too late, but we’re gonna try and make up for it, yeah?”

#septictober #jse anti #oc robin #tw torture #jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #sapphirerubywrites #missed messages au

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