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Disclaimer: I couldn't follow your prompt exactly. I hope what I have instead is okay.
The night he wakes to a knife at his throat, Marvin was prepared for it.
The first spell flings out before he's fully out of bed, rolling out of the covers and under the frame for a better vantage point. From the shadows, a hand grabs him by the ankle and drags him out, but a light spell dispels it before the knife impales his throat.
He fires off a blasting spell, which his attacker dodges (and it destroys his dresser, how rude), but it puts space between them, enough for Marvin to stand and face his assailant for the first time in the fight.
"Could you have picked a better night to try and kill me? I have have a very busy day tomorrow," Marvin says.
Anti grins, grip light on his knife, yet still poised to strike. "That isn't how you treat an old partner, is it, pet?"
Marvin rolls his eyes. "If you wanted to meet with me that bad, you could've found a nicer way than attacking me in my sleep."
"You've never complained before," Anti says. "It keeps you sharp; it keeps you active, alert. You never would've avoided the rest of that old mage group of yours without it. Without me."
Marvin grits his teeth. Seems the bastard is just as cocky as ever. The worst part is that Marvin can't help but admit he's right.
"What do you want?" he bites out.
Anti's eyes burn, an old, familiar rage boiling underneath the casual facade.
"I wanted to make you an offer, pet, but I might need to teach you a lesson instead."
Marvin hates how his heart rattles in his chest. Even after all these years, that damn contract and conditioning bites him in the ass.
"My apologies, sir," he says between clenched teeth. "What do you need of me?"
That damn smirk finds its way back on Anti's face. "Better, but we'll address that tone of yours later."
Anti leans against the wall next to the destroyed dresser.
"What do you know of IRIS?"
Marvin's eyebrow raises. "That little group? Why are they your targets?"
"Answer the question, pet," Anti snaps. "Neither of us have all night."
Ugh. Anti better leave him alone for a decade after this.
"They collaborate occasionally with the Magic Circle to capture, contain, and learn about abnormalities outside the realm of science," Marvin explains. "Abnormalities like you."
For some reason, Anti loses some of his aggression. The alarm clock on Marvin's nightstand finds power again, blinking on and off until he has a chance to reset it.
"So they're idiots foolish enough to think they can contain creatures like me, hmm?" he says in a low, threatening tone. "Now that sounds familiar."
Marvin stiffens, magic welling up in his chest, at his fingers as it perceives the threat. He wishes he was wearing his mask.
"What do you want with them?"
Anti grins. "You'd have to be a lot more subtle than that to get that information out of me, pet. Lucky for you, you've pleased me, so I'll hand it over with only one little string attached."
Marvin's pride burns. He's so sick of that nickname, of weighing his options between death for treason or live under this thing's servitude, but he bites his tongue. He remembers the last time he challenged Anti so flagrantly, when he tried to use its true name against it. Though the scars have faded, the memories remain.
He has to tread the line here, and unfortunately, that means shutting the fuck up.
"They currently have something that belongs to me," Anti explains. "I know where it is, but I require intel about any threats when I retrieve it. Give that to me, and I won't call on you for the next six months."
Well, it isn't as long as he'd hoped, but it's better than getting that damn knife shoved in his face again. Marvin sighs.
"What do you need to know?"
When Anti's satisfied and finally leaves, Marvin resets his alarm and pulls out his phone, calling the first contact on speed-dial.
There isn't a greeting when the other side picks up, but there doesn't need to be. Marvin knows they're listening.
"Your least favorite anomaly's going after IRIS. Whatever you have of his, get rid of it quickly or send it to me."
A series of taps erupt on the other end. Marvin listens to the full message and snarls.
"What do you mean you can't? You know what he'll do to grab it!"
A louder, more urgent series of taps begin. Marvin sags against his bedpost and rubs his face. He's going to have terrible eyebags tomorrow.
"Fine. I'll figure it out then. Don't say I didn't warn you."
He hangs up, not waiting for a response, then flings the phone across the room. He takes one glance at the damage around him before giving up and going back to bed.
We fade in and out of darkness in sequence of a blaring alarm to show one of the dead guards. Things have gotten out of control (if they ever had it).
Suddenly cutting back to the familiar camera in the corner of Chaseâs cell, now of course empty, but with the same alarms heard in the background.Â
before going through the camera lens itselfÂ
& emerging crystal clear on the other side;
We rotate out through the still-open cell door & briefly follow someone who⊠Is not doing well. They stumble forward, shadow thrown against the far wall from a flickering light, harsh breathing close to the camera.
It kind of reminds me of the instagram video Jack did right before Say Goodbye; there was staggering steps & similar raspy breathing from that too.
The person collapses, falling in front of the camera as we turn & look down a hallway. Something horrible has truly happened.
But our unobstructed view is brief as Anti literally levitates down & into frame accompanied with a blast of bass ambience. Red energy is glowing off his form & distorting the immediate world around him- like heat off a fire.
(But this fully explains how those bloody footprints âcame out of nowhereâ, eh?)
He begins walking forward freely, to the man cowering at the end of the hallway, no other threats in his way now.
The camera rotates & follows from the side, through a front desk area. On a monitor- is that Chaseâs cell? Sure looks like it, the very one we just left.
The camera continues to rotate, & you can see the person in the far back who we originally followed where they fell.
Those eyes. This shot.
That SMILE we all know too well.
& Chase knows it too, as he frantically scrambles backwards, but there is nowhere to go, the camera getting far too close in personal space.
A shot follows the footsteps, showing again the recent carnage & violenceâŠ
Before cutting to an even closer shot of Chase, eyes full of terror- not even blinking at this nightmare brought to life- itâs here. Right before him.Â
donât make eye contact
The music picks up in frequency & high pitch & inTENSITY BEFORE-
S i l e n c e. All except for the return of alarms the glitchy effects in our world.
Itâs him.
But now weâre looking slightly up, as compared to before, from Chaseâs POV. The wavey-like distortion is still there, & even his head ever so slightly glitches- but nothing like weâve seen in past or even recent appearances.Â
No. Even if the levitating & walking all the way down a hallway werenât there, this now close-up scene shows the most solid & corporeal Anti weâve ever had.
And this, instead of possession as weâve seen so many times, instead this is a full-body confrontation with another ego for the first time.
Now with a smile just a bit too wide to be natural, thereâs only one thing to say- but not a goodbye like six years agoâŠ.
AHHH SO GOOD! And that ending đ you summed it up perfectly!! I think Chase is Anti's more than any other ego now. He's made eye contact, he can't escape.
So I think Anti took over Chase in Dark Silence and killed his wife and kids but Chase suppressed his memory of it, its still first person so he thinks anti is showing him these horrible things but he doesn't realise its actually him doing it, Anti is just in the drivers seat.
Jumping over to Marvin, he's researching Anti too and realises he's related somehow to Chase, so he tries teleporting Chase to him so they can talk. But since IRIS was tracking Chase too they intervened and hijacked the teleport, making him appear in that parking lot so they could capture and question him about anti instead.
Marvin is the "echo" because he's seen Anti before (in the Argentum Inanis) he's trying to contact Chase again but the IRIS equipment is blocking/messing with his messages so all he sounds like is an echo to us since that's all the cameras are able to pick up.
Back to Chase. What IRIS don't realise is Chase isn't theirs to have....He's Anti's plaything not IRIS's so to teach them a lesson he plays around in their electronics (more on this later) setting off the sirens and red lights so IRIS thinks "we better move Chase"....but Chase is actually the dangerous one. So once they're in the hallway (an open space instead of a locked room) and Chase starts seeing a red hallway its actually all in his head and is a warning for when Anti is about to take over, thereâs a very small giggle just after Chase runs away, thatâs Anti laughing about the mess IRIS got themselves into, then he takes control kills them all.Â
The scene at the end is actually in Chases head, hence why anti can float and be all glitchy/god like, and Chase is the one that actually killed every one in that hallway.
Also another reason Anti is in Chase's head....they both have bare feet. Anti is a reflection of who ever he's possessing just in black and with green eyes. Thatâs why in other videos he looks different because heâs reflecting other egos: Schneep /JJ /C!JackÂ
So moving onto us doing all the puzzles, I think weâre the bad guys. Anti is controlling us too. Weâre the ones messing with the electronics causing things to go wrong and putting Antiâs plan into action. We did exactly what he wanted. We played the game, we could have left, but we stayed, just like we did in Quit the game to win. Anti was testing us in that video, seeing how much hold he has on us, when we dont leave heâs pleased because he knows he can manipulate us. This is the next phase, hacking IRIS for him so he could take his puppet back.
Sooooo in conclusion, everyoneâs fucked. Thanks for reading!
Hi! My name is Ken and I'm organizing a multi-artist PMV based on the whole âSepticEgoâ story as we understand it so far, based around the song "Killer in the Mirrorâ by Set It Off.
I'll post a link to the document with infinitely more details in a reblog and link it there (you know how tumblr is with links).
I look forward to hearing from anyone who wants to join up!
(P.S. Anyone of any art style or medium can join in, so long as you can get it into a digital file for the final project! And sections can be done in still images, animatic style, or animation! Whatever you can do! Excited to hear from you!)
This marks the end of a very long journey! Frankly, far longer than Iâd ever thought it would be. This blog started as an inside joke between friends, a silly edit I made, and wondering how others would react if I turned it into a blog. And you guys sure reacted! The past 1000 days have been full of some of the funniest, weirdest and most heart-warming interactions in the shape of asks, private messages, replies, reblogs and tags- I read them all, and I appreciated every single time someone took the time to leave kind, confused, scared or funny comments for me to read. This blog may have started because of an inside joke, but it was all of you that kept it going.Â
When I started this âprojectâ (because that is what it became) I never imagined that I would do this for 100 days, let alone 1000. Many people have complimented me on my dedication, but the people who kept showing up, who kept interacting with this silly blog that lost its novelty years ago, are the ones who deserve the appreciation. Seeing people enjoy the content, share it with their friends, even prank classmates, and telling me that it made them smile is what made me keep going. I may have been the one posting, but everyone who interacted turned it into a community project.
But the blogâs time is up! Itâs going to feel odd to no longer edit this strange meme into even stranger situations, but I think we can all agree that itâs about time.
I wonât delete the blog, it will remain here for people to look through (if they want), or for people to meme with. For at least a week or so I will check in to answer any questions that you guys may have, because judging by the comments of the past few years there seem to be a few, so ask away!
Not to mention the fact that Mrs. White isnât qualified to teach. She should be required to take a remedial English course. âI have wentâ? please. Itâs âI have goneâ, Mrs. White.Â
first, my kid would not sign anything without me seeing it first. 2nd, upon seeing it i would be at the superintendantâs office the next morning. then we would speak to the teacher. black folk gotta nip it in the bud.
Dont let your children be controlled like this. I remember back when I was in school my mom always told me âif you really need to use the bathroom or attend to an emergency and the teacher wonât let you, then just leave the classroom and Iâll deal with teacher and principleâ
If I was this kid I would use up those passes and then just fuckinâ throw up or get a severe nosebleed in the classroom and then refuse to leave because âsorry, I canât go to the nurse, I already used up my two passes for the fucking MONTHâ
There was a student at my high school, who we will call John Doe, who actually did that. When teachers gave him a limited number of bathroom allowances (usually 3 per semester, which was the standard at my school), he would use them in the first week, and then induce vomitting my eating rotten food he found around the school garbage cans. If teachers refused to let him go, he would just throw up on something they had to touch. Light switches, keyboards, whatever was available.
Instead of making admin do anything about this toxic policy, they just doubled down harder, to the extent that one girl politely informed a teacher that she felt like she might be about to have a seizure and could she go to the nurse, please. She was denied, sat back down at her desk, and promptly passed out and concussed herself on the concrete floor when she fell.Â
Another girl had severe vertigo-induced fainting, could not get a teacher to excuse her from a phys ed class, and fell off a monkey bars and split her head open, and nearly lost an eye because her glasses broke when she landed.
A student with, I believe, diabetes had a severe blood sugar drop and tried to eat a candy bar in a class with a âno food or drinksâ rule. The candy bar was taken away, and she had to be taken out by EMTs.Â
This kind of human rights abuse in public schools is not new. I graduated a full decade ago.Â
Iâm glad itâs being publically discussed again, (briefly around 2003-2005 this was also a popular subject of discussion). I hope that this time, concrete changes in policy are actually affected.
I had a severe panic attack in science class once and instead of the teacher letting me into the hallway to calm down he tried to carry on the lesson while I was hyperventilating in my seat. Schools suck
Shady cat magician summon big cats familiars against his potential enemies.
(Remember smol black kitten? The guy with the spots.)
Itâs a bit early to post this, but ehâŠI had started to draw it before the whole Marvin hints fire, soâŠ
So before the fire burns us all completely and we get our first real look at canon Marv tomorrow, would anyone be interested in talking about headcanons they have for him? đ
- Can definitively shapeshift into a cat.
- He can use several kind of magic. Fire and thunder are his favourites.
- He can summon big cats. (Void and Mr. Fluffington)
- He can use stray cats and crows to watch his surroundings.
- Heâs a notorious entertainer.
- Heâs loaded.
- This wonât stop him to go around at night, stealing things into museums. All stuff that then he sells to get more cash. (This is when he wears his mask.)
- He might own several apartments and small buildings that he uses as hideouts. This includes an antique shop.
- Long green hair for life. (in public he got normal-looking hair though. Magic can do miraclesâŠ)
- If his cape is not made of pure silk, he will riot.
- Morally grey.
- Got a weak spot for pretty things. This includes people.
- He might help you only if he has a good reason to do it. He will definitively help you, if the thing benefits him as well.
- He is kind of an asshole.
- Sarcastic on main.
- Soft with his cats only.
- He got a pretty face and he knows it. He often uses this trait to charm people and to get what he wants.
- Heâs a smart guy and he knows indeed a lot of things. Things he wonât tell you.
- JBM is his favourite target to âteaseâ.
- As kid, he was regional yo-yo champion.
- CEO of sass.
- Can do real magic. Cannot do party tricks to save his life.
Here! Have a (very late) Voltron parody of Despacito centered around Lance! Ignore the poor camera quality and have fun!
PLEASE NOTE: I HAVE NOT SEEN MOST OF THE FINAL SEASON!
I know itâs impossible to ask for NO spoilers, but just - keep that in mind when commenting and hopefully I wonât get too much heartbreak from the tags and reblogs. ^^;;; Thanks!
This video is WAAAAAY overdue. The original demo was uploaded two years ago, the final version was edited and filmed one year ago, and finally - FINALLY - Iâve gotten up the nerve to post it in full. (I almost didnât post it when I saw that someone else had also done a Voltron parody of Despacito a few months after I posted my demo, thinking people would accuse me of copying themâŠbut thatâs dumb so Iâm posting it anyway.) I know the show has ended and the fandom isnât as active as it once was, but hereâs hoping you all still enjoy this nonetheless!
american accented dinner guest: mm, oh my god. that was incredible
stereotypical swedish accented host 1:Â oh, stop it, youâre too kind
guest: the mushrooms. de-licious
host 1: actually, we picked them ourselves.
guest: oh really?
host 1: yeah, yeah
american: where?
the music falls silent as do the people. a person chokes on their drink. everyone but the guest stare blankly into their food.Â
guest: iâm sorry did I say something inappropriate?
host 1: oh no, itâs nothing, itâs nothing
host 2: donât worry about it, yeah, donât worry
guest: ah okay, thank god, yeah no i was just wondering where you picked the mushrooms
the party falls silent again
host 2: han var jĂ€vligt nyfiken, var han [somebodyâs being fucking nosy]
guest: i donât understand, whatâs going on? have i said something inappropriate? iâm just wondering if you have a âspotâ like where you pick your mushrooms, like your âmushroom spotâ?
host 1, throws utensils down, raises voice and stands up: okay now youâre crossing the line, now you have- nu fĂ„r du- i have to ask you to leave, please
good mushroom spots are so few and far between. if too many people know of it, someone else will get to it before you do! finding a good spot is kept as a secret within a family so that you can ensure you manage to get some tasty chantarelles during mushroom season :) ASKING for someoneâs spots is a social faux pas because youâre asking them to give up their mushrooms for you. lots of people in sweden take mushroom season really seriously!!!
Yeah, dont ask. Or do, but be extremely sarcastic and make it clear you know that this is classified info of the highest rank so they know youâre not acctually asking. We do not under any circumstances, give up our muschroom-picking spots in Sweden. I aint telling you shit unless weâre related or married, and even then itâs a maybe.
Hey everyone! It's admin John here! (I haven't posted anything here, awkward claps for a slightly new face! Whoop-!) So, recently we (us admins in the pma discord.) discussed freshening up the server! And so I helped out and made a new server icon! It was super duper fun and I really hope you guys like it đđđ
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