#antisepcticeye

[imalittlesick]

its super interesting that they talk about that stone tablet that drove a whole town mad, suggesting a more mythological / supernatural approach. i always kinda assumed anti was a computer virus gone rouge jkdhfjkdhf

[spookymuschristmas]

donotmakeeyecontact

[goatbi]

At some point the boys play minecraft for the vibes, y'know, doing some fun shit, and then like, Host puts down his bed, enough room for his loves around him, but Anti puts his bed somewhere Different, Away from Host

And Host is just left there for a moment, and he carefully puts down his controller and sits there for a moment. Dark set his bed next to Host's, and Anti of course realizes what it is, and moves his bed being like 'no babe please I love you-'

meanwhile Host just gets up and is like 'nah I have to walk that one off real quick.'

Anti is ridiculed. The Bitch. Crimes against Host. Rude Man. He is exiled to the mines for a week.

[totallynotincorrectsepticquotes]

Anti: I wanna go home

Jameson: You are home

Anti: Not this shithole, I meant hell

[psychic-ga1axy]

I got bored while doing homework, so please have this Anti kirb...

Why did I decide to draw this...

[storm337]

ALSO 35 with myth!anti and Jack :3

“What are you?”

“You really haven’t figured it out already? I’m you.”

“No, you can't- I’m not-”

“But you can be. You will be.”

The creature taking over his reflection giggled, a high pitched sound that reminded Jack of long nails on scratching down the delicate glass. It sent shivers up his spine, and a cold weight dropped in his gut as he watched the creature move. Its form broke and glitched, flashing different timelines at Jack- he saw broken arms, broken legs, stabs, gunshot wounds, slit wrists, an open chest cavity, missing limbs, poison blue lips, blank eyes, and any combination of other ends. His heart beat fast as the creature pressed its palms against the glass, twitching its head side to side. The only constant was the ever bleeding gash in the creature’s neck, bubbling and sputtering as it laughed and laughed and laughed.

“Stop,” Jack begged, barely a whisper as the laughter began to echo through the room, drilling into his ears, vibrating in his head, pressing itself into his mind until he couldn’t forget it. “Please, please stop. What do you want? What do you want from me?”

His question seemed to only spur the creature on further. Its puffy green septic eyes sparked with malicious glee, lips stretching into a grin so wide it began to tear through the flesh. Its teeth were rows of uneven and discolored needles, thin and sharpened to such a point that its gums and the inside of its lips bled continuously. Jack gagged and turned away, repulsed by the sight of himself so distorted, so decayed, so wrong.

“Look at me!” the fetch bellowed, bangings its fists against the mirror repeatedly, each crack getting more and more aggressive as Jack refused. “Don’t you dare ignore me! I am your future! You can’t turn your back on the future, Jack! Look at me!”

With a shuddering sob, Jack turned to look back at the mirror, at the raging creature that had replaced his reflection. It was sickly and pale with death, despite the still bleeding wound in its neck. Its septic eyes had gone wide with rage, needle teeth bared in a snarl that made Jack want to hurl. It had his face, his hair, his plugs, his clothes, his body, his everything- it was him, it was him, it was what he was going to be, what he could be -

“Look me in the eyes, Jack. I’m you. I’m what you will be. This is what you’re going to do to yourself, Jack.”

“N-no, no I’m- I’d never-”

It threw itself at the mirror, smearing blood on the other side, exposing the long slit in its neck. Jack screamed and jumped back, plastering himself to the opposite wall, but he felt like he hadn’t put any distance between them at all. It felt like the creature was looking down on him, a predator assessing its wounded and weak prey, looking for the best place to go in for the kill.

“I’ll make you,” it promised, a long snake-like tongue slithering from between its teeth and licking the blood off of its own neck. “I’ll make you me.”

[sunrisehoneybee]

One Fateful Day (Part 1)

This came from an idea of how would Dark and Anti react to finding out the reader is pregnant. I have five parts planned, but if you have any ideas or suggestions for future fics in the series after the fifth one posts, feel free to offer them. No promises. My muse is a fickle bitch.

Based on the headcanon of the delightful @justwritingscibbles.

Looking back, you could see the signs. Taking off your bra one day and your boobs ached. You thought nothing of it at the time, just your period was about to start. Then the fatigue hit. By late afternoon, you were wiped out and by 10 pm, out like a light. It wasn’t until you walked into the kitchen and smelled the takeout that you started to get an inkling of what was going on. The smell hit you and you barely made it to the bathroom before losing everything you’d eaten for breakfast.

No. No. Nononono. There was no way. This couldn’t be possible.

Anti pounded on the door, as you finished heaving your guts, “Hey, are you alright?”

“Yeah.” You rinsed your mouth. “I’m fine. Just a weird stomach bug.” Grabbing your toothbrush, you brushed your teeth. On the other side of the door, Anti and Dark shared a look. Anti arched an eyebrow and motioned towards the door with a tilt of his head. Dark paused, shaking his head. He turned and walked away, looking over his shoulder at Anti and motioning for him to follow. Anti looks back at the door, debating before finally following Dark.

You head the store to do your weekly shopping. Normally you’d snag one of the guys into going with you, but not today.

For the rest of the day, you feel their eyes on you. You smile weakly, but you can see they’re not buying it. Every time they ask, you demure and make excuses. There’s no point in getting everyone upset if you’re wrong. You find a moment when everyone else is busy with other things, unwrapping the box you’d had hidden in your purse. You follow the direction and wait. And wait. It is the longest five minutes you’ve ever waited. When you look, you set it back down and wait another five minutes. Maybe it will change.

It doesn’t.

That is where Dark and Anti find you. Sobbing on the floor in the bathroom.

Anti kneels down beside you, “Darlin’ what’s wrong?” He starts glitching at the sight of you. Sure, he’s seen you cry, but nothing like this. “Has someone hurt you?” The glitching grows stronger, as his voice distorts and raises in pitch.

You shake your head and point to the pregnancy test on the counter. Dark leans over and picks it up, reading it, his eyes flick back to you, “You’re pregnant.”

You nod and break into another round of sobbing.

Dark fractures into multiple distortions so bad, he drops the pregnancy test. After all the times you’ve wanted to see his composure ruffled, it had to be this that finally did it.

Anti arcs, green light exploding as he glitches into the lights, shorting them out. He streaks into your phone, static pouring out of its speakers as the screen flashes “HOW?” over and over again.

“Anti. Calm down.” Dark’s voice is unusually calm with the glitch demon. You look up at him and see the muscle in his jaw clenching. He bends down to pick you up and carries you to the bedroom. Anti is waiting there, throwing the room into flickers of lime and emerald as he struggles to solidify his form. Dark carefully sets you down in the center of the bed, climbing in beside you and pulling you against him. For once, Anti doesn’t sulk or growl at Dark cuddling you, but simply climbs in on the other side and tucks his arms around you. He curls his body around you, his chest to your back.  Both are so close to you, that they are touching the other. Usually snarls and snark ensue, as they snap at the other for crossing into their personal space, but for now, they are united in comforting you.

They pet and stroke you, murmuring softly until slowly your sobs quiet to sniffles, then fade to an exhausted silence, and you slip into sleep.

[kingjoohooney]

I dont know if anyones pointed this out but in the video “Kill Jacksepticeye” ThIS IS IN THE FUCKEN SORCE CODE