#potion prompts

[huffle-ego]

Lazy Day

@karma-alison-kills requested: Dude @huffle-puff-ego you should totally do Darkiplier with the lazy potion! Like Wilford senses that he's over worked himself and is in desperate need of a break and he tries to get him to relax and Dark tries for like 3 seconds and is like NOPE THERE'S SO MUCH WORK TO DO THE EGOS NEED TO BE READY IN CASE OF- and Wilford just pretends to listen and he just slips the potion into Darks coffee!!?

I really don't care as long as Dark finally takes a fucking break

Wilford loved many things about Dark. He loved how smart he was and loved how adorable it was when he ever got angry at him and go into a little fit. He loved how he put the other's needs before his own. Yes, he loved a lot about him... But one thing he does hate about the ego is that he was a workaholic.

Dark is constantly working to keep everyone in check, making sure the bills are paid, reading and signing piles upon piles of paperwork that never seem to end. Even when he was Damien, he was always so busy with work as the mayor. And it didn't help that Dark was easily stressed. If something didn't go his way, he'd work for hours until it did. Sometimes Dark would work himself to death, and it scared Wilford.

One time Wilford found Dark in the middle of the hallway, past out and surrounded by piles of paperwork. Dr. Iplier said he collapsed from exhaustion, but that didn't stop Dark. After a couple of hours in the infirmary, he was back to work, starting the cycle all over again.

And today, Wilford noticed that it was one of those days. Wilford was sitting on the couch in the living room, with a nice cup of hot tea in his hands. He took casual sips as he stared at the tv screen, watching Steven Universe when he noticed Dark walk in, with mountains of paperwork in his hands, holding a phone to his ear with his left shoulder.

"No, Bim the meeting is tomorrow, not next week... Yes, I know it's a Saturday, but my schedule is all booked up... We got to go over this week's videos... Bim I don't have time to argue with you I got a damn Mountain of paperwork and bills to go over... Bye." Dark sighed as he hung up the phone, groaning when he saw Google Blue enter the room. "What do you want now?"

"I have received some bills and our landlord sent an email to your computer," Google answered, handing him the mail.

"God, if they say I skipped a God damn payment-," Dark growled, slamming the paperwork onto the living room table, causing Wilford to jump. "I'll see to it later. Thank you, Blue."

Wilford watched as Blue nods his head at Dark before leaving the room. The pink ego then turned to Dark with a frown, watching as Dark began to write. He could see the exhaustion in his eyes, able to hear his bones crack from stress just from moving slightly. He didn't like seeing him like this, not at all. So he scoots a little closer and taps Dark's shoulder receiving a sigh from him, but Wilford continued to smile. "Hey Dark."

"Hi Wil," Dark whispered softly, flipping over papers.

"That's a lot of paperwork... Might be pretty stressful too." Wilford began as he leaned back, not seeing Dark stare ahead boredly, but he knew he was doing it.

"I'm not taking a break, Wilford," he said sternly.

"Might do you some good."

"It will set us back, that's what it will do."

"You know you got 4 capable androids that would love to take that paperwork off your hands-."

"It's not their responsibility, it's mine, we've decided-."

"We all didn't decide anything, you just took the responsibility from our hands."

"As all leaders should do," Dark argued picking up his pen and scribbling his name on the dotted line.

"Darky." Wilford began in a serious tone resting his hand on Dark's shoulder, the muscles under his suit feeling tense in his grasp. "This isn't healthy for you. You only tire yourself out just-." he began to rub his shoulder, listening as Dark let out a sigh, leaning into his touch. "Just try to relax, for me?"

Dark sighed as he let go of the pen, turning to Wilford. "... Fine," he grumbled as he leaned back on the couch starring at the ceiling with a scowl, his body still tense.

"Just get comfortable." Wilford began as he leaned back too, beginning to close his eyes. "Just think of nothing, and just... Relax." He sighed. He stayed quiet for a second his eyes closed as he relaxed. "Isn't this relaxing Darky?... Dark?" Wilford opened his eyes and turned to look for Dark, only to find him nowhere. "Darky-?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I SKIPPED A PAYMENT!?"

Wilford jumped turning to see Dark in the kitchen, with his phone up to his ear, practically pacing the room, his red aura flaring.

"NO, LISTEN TO ME YOU MONEY PINCHING ASSHOLE, I GAVE YOU THE PAYMENT ON SCHEDULE, SO STOP TRYING TO SWINDLE ME OUT OF MY MONEY, OR I WILL END YOU... IS THIS A THREAT? WELL, IT SURE ISN'T ME TRYING TO KISS YOUR ASS! Dark shouted as he walked into the hall, heading for his office.

Wilford slumped his shoulder with a small frown. He knew it shouldn't have been that easy to get him to relax. How the hell was he gonna get Dark to stop working himself to death? He thought of different ways until an idea formed in his head, causing him to smile. He pulled out his phone and typed in a number and put it to his ear hearing it ring for a second or two before hearing someone pick up.

"Hello?"

"Marvy, do you got a minute?" Wilford began with a sly grin.

Later that day Wilford was in the kitchen, pouring a cup a coffee into Dark's mug, humming to himself before pulling out a tiny glass bottle of orange liquid. Marvin had given Wilford a small portion of lazy potion that would make anyone lazy for a day. Which was perfect for Dark.

After pouring the contents in the mug, he stuffed the bottle into his pocket, smiling when he heard the footsteps of Dark, who was heading his way. So he turned around seeing Dark still holding paperwork, and still on the phone.

"Iplier I told you I don't need a check-up, I'm too busy!" Dark said as he walked past Wilford, out of the kitchen, walking straight into the living room, and setting new papers on the living room table. "Well, what are you gonna check for, a pulse? I can save you the trouble, I. Don't. Have. One! Now I got to go, I got paperwork." Dark then hung up the phone and sat it to the side, gently sitting on the couch ignoring the loud sickening pop that came from his back.

Wilford strolled around the couch and sat next to Dark, holding out the mug to Dark, who just blinked, before looking up at Wilford. "Thought you could use a little energy."

"Thank you, Wil." Dark whispered as he took the mug from Wilford, taking a few sips causing Wilford to smile.

"So uh... You still not gonna try and relax abit?" Wilford asked as he himself leaned back once more.

"Wilford for the last time I can't," Dark growled setting the mug down. "I got to get these bills paid, I have to make sure everyone is coming... Coming to the meeting and... And I've got to... To-."

Dark didn't know what it was, but suddenly his mood changed drastically. He felt very sluggish and more tired than usual but he felt... Relaxed.

Wilford smiled when Dark dropped the pen and papers, before leaning back on the couch with a sigh, his eyes droopy. He then nudged Dark's shoulder receiving a grunt from him, before lazily turning his head toward Wilford. "How are you feeling Darky?"

"... I feel... Good." Dark whispered with a nod, closing his eyes sighing. "I feel relaxed."

Before Wilford could speak, Google Green walked in holding more papers, looking them over as he spoke. "Dark, I uh got more paperwork for you, and you didn't give the message to Bing that there was gonna be a meeting tomorro-."

"Can you do it please?"

Green froze, slowly looking up in shock, seeing Dark stare at him with droopy eyes, his head slouching to the side. "What?"

"Can you do the paperwork for me, please?" Dark asked kindly leaning back again. "I don't want to do it."

"Uh... Y-Yeah." Green grinned, nodding his head, walking around the table, picking up the paperwork that was on the table. "It's no problem ill have it all done and mailed out if needed."

"Thank you." Dark grinned watching as Green was about to head out. "Oh and Green?"

"Yeah, boss?" Green paused, looking at Dark.

"Send a message that the meeting is canceled for tomorrow... It's a Saturday after all."

"Right away sir," Google answered as he walked out of the room.

Dark then turned to Wilford, who was smiling at him. He couldn't hold back a grin as he leaned on Wilford's shoulder, closing his eyes.

"I haven't seen you this relaxed in ages," Wilford commented, wrapping his arm around Dark.

"Yeah." Dark agreed, letting out a yawn. "It... Feels nice."

Wilford just grinned as he rested his head on Dark's, closing his eyes as well. "You work yourself to the bone Dark. You've earned it."

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I remembered those potion prompts we did once upon a time and decided to come up with a few of my own. Feel free to add to the list or, hell, make a story about it. I’d love to see what you’d all come up with ~Spooky

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Awww i miss doing these! Hmm... 👀

[huffle-ego]

Aging potion with Captain Magnum?

"Be ye sure this here be safe, Marv?" Magnum asked, holding up a bottle of grey liquid in his gloved hand.

Marvin and the other Septiceyes came over to hang out with the Ipliers at their manor and the magician decided to bring his potions to test them out.

"Don't worry big guy. They are 100% safe." Marvin smiled looking through his potion box.

"We do th-this a m-million times wh-when Marvin comes over," Eric whispered getting Magnum's attention. "It's safe I p-promise."

"Well... I don't know." Magnum whispered looking at the potion again.

"What? The scourge of the seven seas is gonna chicken out?" Anti teased, leaning on the table, grinning when Magnum glared at him.

"Captain Magnum be anythin' but a chicken!" Magnum snapped pointing at the glitch.

"Then drink it, captain." Anti giggled watching as Magnum squint's his eyes at him.

"Fine!" He snapped as he bit the cork off the bottle and took a quick swig of it, before slamming the bottle onto the table. "There! Ye 'appy ye-!" Suddenly Magnum was engulfed by a grey smoke that began to cover the room causing the others to cough.

Marvin coughed, waving the smoke away squinting his eyes to see, looking right at Magnum. "Magnum are you ok-?" Marvin froze staring at Magnum in shock.

After the smoke cleared Eric and Anti looked at Magnum as well both ego's eyes widen at the sight of Magnum.

Magnum waved the smoke away shaking his head. "Aye, I be fine." He sighed, finding that his joints were a little sore along with his back, which began to ache. He then looked over at the egos, noticing their shocked features. "What?" He asked before watching Marvin him up a mirror.

"Look," Marvin whispered.

Magnum blinked before taking the mirror into his hands. He then looked at his reflection but as soon as he made eye contact he froze, gripping the mirror. He looked as if he aged a whole lot. Looking as if he became a few decades older. He didn't look too old but he definitely had some wrinkles around his eyes and forehead. His beard was a dark grey and he had two white streaks on each side. That and he seemed a little taller come to think of it. "Well blow me down, I be not done growing?!" He said with a chuckle.

"You look like you're sixty years old!" Anti commented looking up at Magnum. "What potion did you give him whiskers?"

"It looks like I gave him the aging potion," Marvin explained as he looked into his book. "From what it looks like it aged you thirty years."

"It's n-not permanent r-right?" Eric asked in worry looking at Marvin.

"No, the effects will wear off in a few hours." Marvin smiled as he closed his book watching as Eric smiled in relief.

"Don't worry me, lad," Magnum reassured, patting Eric's back. "I be not dyin' anytime soon." He then looked around a big grin forming on his face. "Say boyo, let's go show the others an' see their reaction."

"O-Okay!" Eric smiled before turning to Anti and Marvin. "You g-guys want to c-come?"

"Yeah, I'm down. I want to see the shock in Dark's face." Anti grinned as he and Marvin followed the two Iplier egos out of the room, heading further into the manor.

[huffle-ego]

Jimmy for the memory potion!! :0

Jimmy's Fondest Memory

Jimmy was driving down the streets of Los Santos heading for the apartments going slightly over the speed limit, gripping the steering wheel a little tightly. It was noon and he already wanted the day to be over. First, his boss at the winery was working him non-stop that morning, Alabaster slapped his face with a handful of baby powder in his hands, making it hard for him to breathe for an hour, and somebody in a damn smart car sideswiped his car scraping the paint and breaking the mirror off of the driver's side of his car. That and he had a rough time sleeping last night and kept on tossing and turning in his bed. If he wasn't wearing his sunglasses, people could see the dark rings under his eyes.

After driving for a bit, he finally made it to the apartments where he proceeded to park his car in the parking lot. He then unbuckled his seat belt and jumped out of his car, about to head for the stairs when-.

"Jimmy!"

Jimmy paused turning to see his boyfriend Stan jogging to him waving one hand, a big smile on his face. Usually seeing him so happy would bring a smile on his own face, but today wasn't one of those days. "He Stan." He sighed as he fixed his jacket.

Stan frowned as he came to a stop next to Jimmy, noticing his frown. "You okay Jimmy?"

"Not really fannypack," Jimmy whispered as he began to walk toward the stairs again, Stan following close behind. "Today's been a bad day."

"Oh." Stan frowned looking down at the ground as they walked up the steps, watching as Jimmy opened his door, letting him walk in first. Stan frowned as he watched Jimmy shuffle further into the apartment before flopping onto the couch where he took off his glasses revealing the purple under his eye sockets. Stan couldn't help but feel bad for him. He hated seeing his other half so upset. So he began to think of ways to cheer him up. He rested his hand on his chin humming as he thought before he thought of something. "Oh, I know what can turn your frown upside down!"

"If you say take an Oxy." Jimmy sighed closing his eyes as he leaned back.

"No not that!" Stan began to rummage through his fannypack. "You remember that kind old lady that had that potion shop?"

"The one where you got that dread potion and saw your worst fear when you drank it?" Jimmy snarked under his breath as he opened his eyes.

"Now it wasn't her fault Jimothy." Stan snapped as he pulled out a bottle with a turquoise colored liquid inside. "I went back to her recently and she apologized and allowed me to pick on for free! And this time, I found the label before picking it up randomly with my trusty potion book and I found this!" Stan smiled as he sat next to Jimmy who looked at the bottle. "It's a memory potion. Drink this and it will bring up a memory you cherish so fondly."

Jimmy stared at the bottle with skepticism before looking at a smiling Stan, causing him to cock an eyebrow. "Brings back a fondest memory?"

"Oh don't tell me you don't believe it will work after the last time," Stan said nudging his shoulders.

"Well, the last one did leave you in tears." Jimmy sighed before shaking his head. "Besides why would you waste your potion on me?"

Stan looked at Jimmy with a sad smile before taking his hand into his own watching as Jimmy tensed up looking at his hand. "I don't like seeing you so sad. So maybe this will help cheer you up."

Jimmy then looked up at Stan, looking into his ocean blue eyes before looking at the bottle, before sighing, taking the blue bottle into his hands. "Well let's give it a shot I guess." He whispered as he poped to cork off the bottle.

"Don't worry. whatever happens, I'll be right here!" Stan whispered holding his hand.

"Thanks, Stan." Jimmy smiled before looking at the bottle once more. "Well... Down the hatch." He then pressed the tip of the bottle onto the bottle and tipped back feeling the liquid enter his mouth a sweet taste filling his taste buds before he gulped it down. After he pulled the bottle away before turning to Stan.

"Feel any different?" Stan asked out of curiousness.

Jimmy just looked back at the bottle before he shrugged, shaking his head. "I don't... Feel any different. Maybe it needs to kick-." Jimmy froze as he stared ahead, his features softening as his brown eyes turned into a turquoise color, his grip on the bottle tightening.

Stan blinked tilting his head watching as Jimmy just stared ahead. "Jim?... Friendly?" Stan asked as he rested a hand on his shoulder giving him a light shake. "Jimothy?"

Jimmy was able to hear Stan but was unable to react. Soon after though Stan's voice began to fade as a memory began to form in front of Jimmy's very eyes, able to see himself standing in the car dealership, waiting on Alan to come in and help him settle on which car he should buy.

While waiting for Alan, Jimmy decided to take a smoke break. So he stood there taking a long drag of his cigarette before he pulled it away from his mouth, blowing the smoke out with a sigh, feeling agitated when Alan took longer to get there. But besides feeling agitated, he was mostly bored and if he had to admit... Kind of lonely. Almost everyone he meets either hates him or wants to sell him into prostitution.

He frowned as he flicked a few ashes off his cigarettes. But maybe it was best if he just kept to himself in a city like this. The people of Los Santos were nothing but backstabbing cheats and killers. It was probably best if he was alone-.

"Hello?"

Jimmy jumped before turning toward the bushes, watching as a blond-haired man with a blue shirt jumped out of them and headed his way. This only caused Jimmy to blink, the longer he stared at this man, finding that he had a blond mustache, a pair of khakis, boat shoes, and a green fannypack strapped over his waste. He then shook his head as he flicked his cigarette again. "Wh-What's up?" Jimmy questioned but it didn't seem like he heard him.

"Hello?" The man asked again, his voice full of uncertainty causing Jimmy to smirk.

"Hey." Jimmy grinned watching as the man walked right in front of him.

"Hi!" The man smiled in relief. "Hi, I'm uh... New to town! Got a job need uh a vehicle I think!"

Jimmy blinked in confusion before he smirked, cocking an eyebrow as he lowered his sunglasses to look at the man. "Y-y-you think?"

"I-I think there was no one but ghosts in the job office!" The man began as he rubbed the back of his head casting his eyes to the sky as he spoke. "I-I kind of went in there and the chairs just started flying all over the place."

"R-Right?" Jimmy grinned, not believing what he was hearing.

"I ran out of there as fast as I could after I got the job I figured I might need a car to deliver things." He finished with a smile, looking at Jimmy.

Jimmy smiled, his mood lifting up a little at his story. "Uh okay. I just called the dealer guy. It's not me but uh he said he's on his way, so... I mean you could go inside and look. They got the price tags right on them." Jimmy finished as he pointed to the inside of the dealership.

"Oh! Okay, well thank you, sir! S-Sorry for the mistake!" The man grinned as he began to walk in.

"No problem." Jimmy smiled as he took another drag of his cigarette.

"Take care... Uh buh-bye!" The man stammered before rushing in.

Jimmy couldn't help but chuckle watching as the man began to browse through the cars, finding that he was... Very different from the people who live here.

After a few minutes past by, Jimmy was now leaning on one of the poles next to the front doors, finished with his cigarette, still waiting on Alan when the man in the blue shirt walked out, chuckling out of nervousness.

"Oh I am embarrassed! Forgot my wallet at home!" He tried about to hop the bushes again. "Heheh don't mind uh me."

"Are you... Knew around here?" Jimmy asked, secretly wanting to know more about this stranger.

"Oh uh, w-well I've only been in this city for maybe half a day!" He began, holding his fannypack out of nervousness. "Been uh... Trying to find my way around... Didn't realize I needed uh... My credit cards aren't excepted here so got to get uh cash." He chuckled nervously.

Jimmy chuckled along, noticing how nervous this individual was. "Yeah... You don't have a car do you like at all?"

"Uh-um."

"Any transportation?"

"Uh ha uh me? Uh n-no.. No way." He whispered rubbing the back of his head.

Jimmy just smiled as he shrugged his shoulders. "I'll give you a ride." He finished as he pushed off the pole heading for his van.

The blue shirt man blinked before a grin formed on his face following Jimmy. "Oh, would ya?!"

"Yeah."

"Well I need a vehicle for delivery anyway but a ride! You're so sweet!" He beamed causing Jimmy to grin.

"Yeah follow the stranger into his van." Jimmy joked, trying to spook him a bit but to his surprise, it failed.

"Oh well, we won't be strangers once we know our names! Stan Wheeler nice to meet ya!" The man called Stan smiled holding out his hand to Jimmy.

Jimmy paused staring at his hand before looking into his warm ocean blue eyes. For a moment he just smirked before taking his hand into his own giving it a light shake. "Yeah, I'm Jimmy." He whispered before getting into the van watching as Stan hurried into the passenger seat where he opened the door and hopped in.

"Jimmy?... Nice to meet ya, Jimmy!" Stan smiled as he fastened his seat belt watching as Jimmy began to back up. "You know I've met nothing but friendly faces around here!"

"Oh really? That's the first time I've ever been called friendly." Jimmy pointed out as he backed into the road and began to drive, heading for the bank.

"Well, you seem friendly and you got a friendly persuasion about ya and I like that!"

Jimmy couldn't help but smile, looking at the man sitting next to him. "Thank you!" He didn't know what it was, but he felt that he and Stan are gonna be real close.

"Jimmy?... Jimmy?... Jimmy?!"

"Huh, wh-what?!" Jimmy jumped, finding that he was sitting in his living room, his head turned toward Stan, who was looking at him in worry.

"You okay Jimmy?"

"Uh... Y-Yeah... Yeah, I'm okay." He whispered.

Stan sighed in relief before looking back at Jimmy his features brightening. "Did it work?!"

Jimmy blinked a couple of times before a smile formed on his face, the memory still fresh in his mind. "Yeah... It did... Helped a lot."

"That's great!" Stan smiled, questions forming in his head. "What did you see? How long ago was it? What's your fondest memory?" Stan paused when Jimmy suddenly reached up, holding the right side of his face with his hand, cupping his cheek, looking at him with a smile.

"It's you. You're my fondest memory." Jimmy smiled watching as Stan blinked. "It took me back to when we first met." He smiled when Stan's features soften looking at him. "When a nervous yet kind and caring man decided to give his time to a crook like me."

Stan couldn't help but smile as he took his hands into his own. "Aw Jimmy," Stan whispered as he leaned back resting his head on his shoulder. "You feel better now?"

Jimmy smiled as he leaned back as well, pulling Stan close. "Yeah, I do..." He then began to chuckle. "Because now I'm remembering when I was inside the dealership watching you just stare into the place on the other side of the glass door like a weirdo."

"I was just making sure that you saw me!" Stan argued as he looked up at Jimmy.

"Trust me Staniel you're hard to miss." Jimmy smiled pulling Stan close. "Love you fannypack."

Stan smiled as he closed his eyes, resting his hand on his shoulder. "I love you too Friendly J."

[huffle-ego]

Tiny Puppet Pirate: part 1

Requested by: @kawaiimish

(I'm so sorry this took so long)

Eric was walking down the halls of the ego inc, a couple of boxes full of ahwm ego shirts in his arms, heading for the dining room to give them to his father when a figure glitched into his path, causing him to jump back with a frightened yelp escaping, before he fully froze, looking up to see Anti stare down at him with a vile grin.

"Whatcha doing, cripple?" Anti questioned, as he slowly began to circle Eric who cowered, casting his eyes to the ground, clutching the boxes close to his chest with a tight grip, beginning to sweat out of nervousness.

"I-I d-don't w-want any t-trouble-."

"You know you always say that." Anti grinned, before pushing Eric into the wall, slamming his fist into the wall right next to his head, causing him to whimper. "But it still doesn't stop me now does it?"

Eric began to tremble his legs becoming wobbly as he tried to stand his ground, stepping forward, looking up at Anti with a half scowl. "A-Anti p-please stop o-or-."

"Or what? You'll call for your daddies to fight your fights for you?" Anti shot back, grabbing Eric by the neck and pushing Eric back on the wall, pinning him there, watching as he dropped the boxes, grinning when Eric's scowl was replaced with fear once more, his grip beginning to tighten around his throat. "Why don't you fight back like a real man... Or are you just too weak and small?" he growled, watching as he began to tremble, clutching his yellow handkerchief that was now in his hands, squinting his eyes shut.

"If that there be the case then why don't ye pick on someone yer own size?" a gruff like voice asked, causing Anti's smile to vanish.

Anti let out a growl as he slowly turned around. "And just who might you-?" Anti froze, looking ahead to see a pair of legs that had tree stumps for feet before slowly looking up to see a towering bearded pirate, looking down at him with a scowl clenching his gloved hands. "Be?"

The pirate growled as he grabbed Anti by the shirt and hoisted him up into the air, able to see the fear in his eyes as he tried to make him let go, kicking his legs in the air, but to no avail. "I be Cap'n Magnum. The scourge o' the seven seas. An' ye was just threatenin' me cabinboy. An' I don't take kindly to strangers messin' with one of me own... So what will it be, Eric? Death by blade, or canon, lad?" Magnum asked, looking at Eric, clutching Anti's shirt tighter, looking back at the glitch, growling.

"N-No! No canons!" Eric walked forward, waving his hands. "No b-blades no-no death j-just." Eric calmly placed a hand on Magnum's arm, watching as Magnum's cold eyes cast to Eric, which softened upon looking at the timid ego. "Just put him down and let him leave."

Magnum gave the boy a nod, before glaring at Anti who just stared back in slight fear and anger clenching his fists as he began to glitch. "Ye got very lucky demon," he growled, before letting him drop to the ground watching as he scrambled to his feet backing away with a growl. "Now get ye gone now, little man an' leave me lad alone!"

Anti just clenched his fists staring from Eric to Magnum, pointing at him. "This isn't over stumps! I'll be back." He snapped as he disappeared into a cloud of pixels.

Magnum just huffed as he turned back to Eric. He kneeled down and looked Eric over, holding his face and twisting his head around gently looking for any scratches or bruising on his neck. "Ye okay Eric?"

"Y-Yeah I'm fine." Eric sighed patting Magnum's arm, pushing the pirate's hand off of his face, giving him a small smile. "Th-Thank you, Captain,"

"O' course boyo, I wasn't fixin' to let that wicked turtle hurt one o' me own." Magnum chuckled, patting Eric's back, causing Eric to jump. The pirate then leaned down and picked up the boxes holding on his shoulder. "Now, let's go give these here boxes to yer father." With that, Magnum led Eric down the hall, heading to the dining room.

Derek and Ed were sitting at the coffee table, watching both Bim and Marvin discuss over potions, Marvin showing him bottles and explaining what they do.

"This one here." Marvin began, holding out a blue potion. "Is a shrinking potion. Drink or get into any sort of contact with this and it would make you about 6 inches tall."

Bim stared at it in awe, gently taking it from his hands, looking it over. "That's so cool!" he exclaimed looking back at Marvin. "Can you imagine being that small?! Everything would be so huge. It would be like a totally different world!"

"Exactly." Marvin agreed with a chuckle looking through his other potions, loving how amazed Bim was about magic.

Ed and Derek looked from them to each other, blinking a couple of times before they shrugged, going back to drinking their coffee. They did really understand that much about magic and the truth was they didn't really want to know.

After a second later, Eric and Magnum walked in, getting Derek's attention. "P-Pop's we got the boxes for you." Eric smiled, watching as Magnum sat them on the table in front of the father and the cowboy.

"Oh thank you, guys. That was nice of you two." Derek said, opening the box, looking at the shirts with a small grin, pulling out a captain Magnum shirt. "People are gonna love these."

"Oh Well, would ye look at that there! it be quite a likeness o' them." Magnum smiled, pulling out two shirts with Yancy and Illinois' faces on them. "Yancy an' Illinois would love these. Speakin' o' which, where be the lads?"

"Illinois is still working at th-the museum and Yancy is at Visitation in happy trails penitentiary visiting his old inmates and Murderslaughter," Derek explained, holding his mug to his lips, before looking at Eric. "Which we have to pick them up later. You want to come, Eric? I think Illy wants to show you around where he works."

"Y-Yeah, I-I'd like to s-see the museum." Eric grinned, giving his dad a nod.

"Hey, Eric!" Bim grinned as he got up holding the shrinking potion tightly in his hands heading for Eric and Magnum. "Look at what Marv just showed-!" Bim suddenly yelped as his foot was caught by Derek's chair leg, causing him to throw the potion.

The lid on the potion somehow came loose as it was thrown right at Magnum's forehead the liquid pouring down his face, causing him to squint his eyes shut, the liquid getting into his mouth as well. He shook his head gagging using his gloved hands to wip his eyes so that he could see.

Marvin was frozen stiff watching as Magnum shook his head, before looking down at a terrified Bim who was on the floor being helped up by Eric. "Oh shit!"

"Wh-What have I done?" Bim whispered as he scrambled to his feet beginning to tremble when Magnum looked at him in confusion. "I-I'm s-so sorry! I-."

Magnum blinked before letting out a chuckled pulling out a handkerchief to clean the stain on his blue shirt and tan brown jacket. "Don't worry me lad! it be just a little stain, it will come out-."

"N-no you don't understand." Marvin interrupted as he got up walking toward him. "Th-that was a potion and if it comes into contact with your skin the effect would happen soon after."

Eric's concern began to build as he looked up at Magnum who turned to Eric. "Wh-What's g-gonna happen to him?!" he questioned looking from the pirate to the magician.

Magnum just chuckled patting Eric's shoulder, ignoring the fact that his vision was becoming blurry, and was beginning to lose his balance. "Mates I be fine. N-Nothin' be goin' to-to-." Suddenly all Magnum could see was black, everyone's shouting voices becoming echoey and hard to hear. He tried to stumble forward but his stomach felt like it was beginning to drop almost like he was falling slowly. Like he was in one of the 'elevators' that he had ridden with Eric, only it was a little more intense. He clutched his head trying to keep his balance and to listen to the others. After a second or two of this, the feeling began to subside, their echoey voices slowly going back to normal as his vision was slowly beginning to return but the sudden brightness, which caused him to squint his eyes shut, his gloved hands rubbing them.

"M-Magnum? A-Are you okay? C-Can you hear me?"

Magnum gave Eric a nod as he pulled his hands away. "Aye, I be fine me lad. Just got a little light-." Magnum froze looking down expecting to see Eric looking up at him, but instead, he saw a giant pair of fake legs, causing him to slowly look up. He let out a yelp as he tried to back away only to fall onto his back with a grunt, staring up at the giants in horror. The four egos were now towering over him, leaving him to be about 6 inches tall, the giant egos staring down at him in utter shock, all of them left frozen like statues that was until Eric broke that, being the first to move as the timid ego began to kneel down. Magnum gasped when Eric reached for him, causing him to try and crawl back but Eric gently scooped him up into his hand and using his other to keep him from falling as he squirmed in his grasp. He froze when he was lifted up, becoming lightheaded when Eric stood up to fast, prompting Magnum to squint his eyes shut. After the feeling subsided, he slowly opened his eyes, which were now wide with shock as he looked down feeling as if he were standing on a cliff looking over the vast ocean. He suddenly clutched Eric's thumb tightly, looking up at Eric, who only stared at him in worry as the pirate trembles slightly. "What 'appen to me?! Why be I the size o' a rat?!"

"The potion was a shrinking potion," Marvin explained with a sigh, watching as the pirate turned to him. "It makes you about 6 inches tall when you drink it or come into any sort of contact with the liquid."

Magnum's breath hitched in his throat as he held onto Eric's thumb tightly, looking down at himself. He never would have thought something like this actually exists. A foreign feeling beginning to form within his chest, his heart rate rising as he began to sweat. Was this feeling... Anxiety? Is this what Eric feels?

"I-I'm so sorry Magnum... I-I didn't mean it." Bim whispered in worry, rubbing his hands together out of nervousness waiting to be yelled at by the pirate.

Magnum began to calm down as he took in a deep breath, looking up at Bim. "Ye be okay Bim, it been an accident." Magnum sighed, rubbing his face, before turning to Marvin. "'ow long will this here last?"

"I'd say maybe... A day?" Marvin guessed, causing Magnum to groan.

Magnum rubbed his face, resting his arm on Eric's thumb, feeling as Eric held him close to himself, his grip tightening to secure him. "That be perfect."

[huffle-ego]

Love potion with Captain Magnum? 👀(It doesn't have to be shippy, just a prank, or something.)

"An' that there be why ye ne'er marry me sister, or it be death by snu snu." Captain Magnum finished with a chuckle causing Google, Bing, and Wilford to stare in before letting out a nervous chuckle, not getting the reason.

Google took a moment to processes before the G in the middle of his chest started glowing. "... Isn't Snu Snu a futurama referenc-?"

"Oh looks like I be out o' rum." Magnum sighed, looking down in his pint mug that looked like a tiny barrel, before slamming it on to the table careful not to break it. "I'll be right aft mates."

They all gave him a nod, watching as he got it off his chair and head out of the dining room, bumping his head into the top of the door frame with a loud grunt before chuckling to himself having to duck down to walk into the hall. They all smiled, Wilford being the first to speak. "I like him, he's a good one."

"Indeed, he does seem... Very interesting," Google whispered, resting his hands on the table.

"Yeah." Wilford grinned before turning to the others blinking a couple of times before he spoke. "... Let's prank him."

Google groaned as he rolled his eyes, but Bing grinned giving Wilford a nod. "Must you do this to every new ego?"

"Come on! You can't tell me that tricking Illinois into thinking that my bowtie was some ancient relic isn't funny!" Wilford chuckled.

"Yeah, it was hilarious!" Bing agreed causing Google to role his eyes.

"Okay, but the question is, what prank should we do now-?"

"Guys!" Bim began as he walked in, holding a small wooden box. "Marvin is letting me hold on to his potions!"

Bing and Wilford looked from the box to Bim, and to each other, a smile forming on their face as they look back to a confused Bim. "Perfect!"

Bim's smile wavered as he looked at the box, and slowly looking back up. "Uh oh."

A few minutes later, Bing and Wilford were looking through the bottles, while Google read a book and Bim stared at them in nervousness. "I-I don't know about this guys... Wh-What if it hurts him?!"

"You worry too much Bimmy boy." Wilford chuckled still looking at the bottles. "I know Marvin doesn't buy or make life-threatening potions."

Bim groaned beginning to fidget looking at the hall. "Wh-What if he gets m-mad?"

"He won't Bim. Illinois didn't get mad."

"You also didn't spike his drink with a potion either," Google argued ignoring as Wilford stuck his tongue out at him.

"Hmm, dude this one's not labeled," Bing said, holding up a small bottle with a red liquid in it, before handing it to Wilford.

Wilford looked it over, humming to himself before opening the cork with a smile on his face. "Perfect!" he piped as he walked over to Magnum's mug. "I'll pore it in here so it will mix in with his drink."

"B-But it could do anything! You don't know what it will do!"

"Only one way to find out." Wilford grinned as he pored a couple of drops into the mug, watching as Bim stared at him in worry. "Don't worry. It's just a few drops."

"Uh, dude quick I think he's coming!" Bing said as he quickly took the bottle away and put it back into the box, able to hear stomping footsteps and what sounded like someone singing a pirate shanty.

Captain Magnum walked back in with a big smile on his face, singing to himself. "I be aft." he smiled as he stomped over to his seat and sat down opening the bottle of rum before holding it out. "Would ye lads like some?" he asked watching as they shook their heads no. He just shrugged as he began to pore it into his mug. "Suit yourselves, that there mean more fer me!"

Wilford watched as he poured the rum into the mug, watching as he set the bottle down before picking up the mug and bringing it to his lips, taking big gulps, before slamming the mug down, wiping his face with his arm sleeve shaking his head.

"Whew, That there one 'ad a kick to it," Magnum commented with a sigh, before letting out a chuckle. He then turned to the others, his vision beginning to go blurry as his eyes began to flutter, causing the others smiles to waver. "Did I e'er tell ye about the time I f-found me quartermaster l-layin' with a siren and-."

The others jumped when his head slammed into the table, his grip on the bottle slipped, causing him to drop it to the floor with a loud crash. Bim began to panic, clutching his hair. "WE KILLED HIM!"

"... Bim he's not dead-."

"WHY DID YOU MAKE ME AGREE TO THIS!?" Bing snapped, grabbing a terrified Wilford by the suspenders.

"I-I-I didn't think it would kill him!" Wilford panicked, watching as Bim began to mumble to himself as Bing began to cry.

"HE WAS SO YOUNG!" He cried out covering his eyes.

"He is not dead!" Google snapped slapping Bing behind the head. "Use your scanner!"

"B-But he is!" Bing cried looking at Magnum. "He's dead! He's... Oh wait you're right he isn't I got a healthy heartbeat." he whispered receiving another eye roll from Google.

Both Wilford and Bim sighed in relief, Wilford walking up to him able to hear him snoring rather loudly. He rested a hand on his back, before turning to the others. "It just makes him pass out?"

"Wh-What if he wakes up different?... What if he remembers not meeting us... Who gonna break that to Eric?!" Bim began to worry before he froze, hearing a groan, turning to see that Magnum was beginning to stir.

"We're about to find out dude," Bing whispered, watching as he sat up his eyes squint shut shaking his head with a groan.

Wilford watched as his eyes snapped open, both of his eyes were now pink instead of brown, though they were darker than Wilford's. He noticed that he had a look of confusion on his face as he clenched his hands, looking down at them in sadness, causing him to worry. "Maggie boy?... You okay?"

Magnum's head snapped up, as he stared right at Wilford. He blinked a couple of times, an uncontrollable smile forming on his face. "WIL!" He shouted as he opened his arms wide, scooped Wilford up and held him in a tight bear hug, lifting him off the ground as he stood up.

"Uh... Um." Wilford began, feeling as the pirate began to snuggle him close, squinting his eyes shut as his grip tightened. "You okay Cap?"

"I j-just love ye so much!" Magnum answered, causing the others to stare in shock.

"Uh... Wil, I think you gave him a love potion." Bim whispered, watching as Magnum began to rock back and forth.

"Wh-What?!" Wilford snapped, before shaking his head. "B-But I'm off the market!"

"It's not that kind of love potion."

The others froze before looking into the doorway to see Marvin standing there with a grin, his arms wrapped, looking at a confused Wilford, who looked like a cat being in a forced hug by their owner. The one you are thinking of is called an Eros love potion. The term Eros means romantic love. The one you gave to Magnum is called a Philia love potion." Marvin began to explain as he walked further into the room. "Philia love means a friendship kind of love, also it makes someone very affectionate as you can see." He chuckled, motioning over to Magnum who began to squeeze again.

"Ye be the best crew a Cap'n could e'er ask fer!" Magnum smiled closing his eyes.

"Th-That's nice of you pally." Wilford smiled, as he began to peel Magnum's arms off of him, not noticing his smile was beginning to waver.

"Uh W-Wil, I wouldn't do that if I were you-!"

"I just need a little space." Wilford sighed as he broke free from Magnum. "If that's alrigh-."

"W-Wait," Magnum whispered as he reached out for Wilford his eyes began to become glassy as he sniffled. "D-Don't g-go!... I-I-."

Wilford froze, watching as Magnum looked back down at his arms beginning to tremble as he hugged himself, tears streaming down his face, causing Wilford to worry. "P-Pally what's wrong?!"

"It's a side effect from the potion." Marvin quickly explained. "He develops separation anxiety and needs physical contact until it wears off.

Magnum began to sob, hugging himself tightly causing the others to panic. They never saw the towering ego like this before. He was never a crier and seeing him sobbing and hugging himself was a culture shock.

Guilt began to build in Wilford, his hand hovering over him. "Maggie I-I'm sorry I-I didn't-."

"P-Papa I'm back from..." Eric froze in the doorway seeing Magnum sobbing to himself, causing him to worry. "C-Captain wh-what's wrong?!"

Magnum's eyes snapped open, staring right at Eric, his smile returning as he ran to him arms wide open. "ERIC!" he shouted, scooping him up hugging him close.

Eric blinked, looking at Magnum who was hugging him tightly, trembling tears still falling from his face. "Y-You okay, Captain?"

"He was given a love potion Eric and it made him a little clingy," Marvin explained, watching as Eric looked at him in shock. "He needs physical contact otherwise he'll get emotional."

"I love ye so much boyo." Magnum whispered, rocking Eric back and forth. "I be proud to call ye me cabinboy."

Eric just smiled as he hugged Magnum back, giving him a tight squeeze. "How l-long before the spell wears off?"

"A couple of hours." Marvin guessed, crossing his arms. "You think you can stay like this til then?"

Eric gave him a nod, resting his head on Magnum's shoulder. "Yeah, i-it's no problem."

Later that day Magnum's now brown eyes fluttered open, looking around to see that he was in the living room. He blinked a couple of times looking up that the ceiling. "Huh, must o' been a little strong fer Cap'n Mag-." Magnum froze, feeling some extra weight on his chest, causing him to look down.

To his surprise, it was Eric, asleep on his chest, a huge blanket laying over them, keeping them warm. He looked back down as the sleeping Eric who snuggled into his chest, causing him to smile as he pulled the blanket over the boy's shoulders. "Sleep well son," he whispered as he laid his head back down, pushing his hat over his eyes, going back to sleep.

[huffle-ego]

Feral: part 1

Requested by: anon.

Potion prompt: feral potion.

Aziraphale was in St. James park sitting on the very bench that he and his love, Crowley have sat on countless times. It was their meeting spot, where they use to sneak around and hide from the prying eyes of the archangels and demons, just so that they could spend time together. But now that both sides have agreed to leave them alone, they could meet up together anytime they pleased. And what better day to meet up than their-?

"Happy anniversary, Angel."

"Oh!" The angel jumped, turning around to see Crowly standing right behind him, holding a small box that was nicely wrapped in grey wrapping paper, a tan bow placed neatly on top. "You startled me." Azira sighed before looking at the box. "What's this?"

"It's for you," Crowley whispered as he walked around the bench pointing at it as he whispered. "It's chocolates."

"That's very sweet of you dear. But you do not need to spoil me with-."

"Oh shut up. I'm always gonna spoil you." Crowley interrupted as he sat down opening the box, revealing the chocolates. "Its aphrodite chocolates," he said in a sing-song voice, waving the chocolates around him, trying to tempt him, which was working.

"Can argue with that." Azira chuckled lightly as he took a piece taking a bite from it, sighing contentment. "It's like-."

"Heaven?" Crowley questioned as he leaned back on the bench, fixing his glasses.

"Better than that." the angel smiled, receiving a smirk from the demon, who was watching him fondly. "Now!" Azira piped clapping his hands together. "It's my turn to spoil you." he grinned as he reached for a black bag from the other side of the bench. He then turned back to Crowley who took one look at the bag, about to protest. "Now before you say no or that you don't need a gift, at least open it."

Crowley looked like he was about to protest again but the excitement in Azira's eyes just caused him to sigh as he took the bag from him. He stared at it hesitantly. The demon wasn't used to... Receiving gifts from anyone. None of the demons in hell cared much about each other to give a gift so this was very foreign to him. He sighed, before opening it up, freezing upon what he saw. It was a long, black, faux fur coat, it looked old, but well taken care of, the black fur glistening when the sun hit it. He gently pulled it out of the bag, the fabric instantly warming his cold-blooded hands.

"You've been telling me how dreadfully cold it has been for you, recently. It must be rough since you're cold-blooded. And I noticed that there is a Nip in the air, due to it being fall weather. So I thought this would be perfect for you and I may have added a little miracle so when you put it on, you'll stay nice and warm." Azira smiled, waiting for his response. "So what do you think?"

Crowley just smiled running his hand through the fur. This was the nicest thing he has ever gotten by anyone... In fact, no one has ever got him anything before. He didn't deserve this... He didn't deserve him. Crowley then turned to Azira taking his hand into his own. "I think you're too good to me my angel," he whispered giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Azira just smiled, pulling Crowley's hand up to his lips, kissing it lightly. "Happy Anniversary dear."

"Happy Anniversary," Crowley repeated, clutching the coat tightly in his free hand, before shivering as a cool breeze blew by.

"Well, now would be the perfect time to wear it." Azira smiled ushering him to put it on. "Go on, let's see if it fits!"

Crowley just smiled as he got up, slipping his right arm through the sleeve, both him and Aziraphale failing to notice two figures watching them from a distance... And those figures being Micheal and Gabriel.

Gabriel watched the two with a scorn look on his face, watching as they exchanged conversation, smiling and holding hands causing him to shake his head in disgust. "Look at them," he growled. "Smiling and showing affection to one another... It's embarrassing."

"It's sinful that's what it is." Micheal correct, starring between the two. "An angel... And a demon... In love? Have you ever heard of something so... Mad? So... Horrific?"

"Never in my entire existence," Gabriel grumbled, watching as the two walked away, hands still linked together like chains to a hinge. "I don't understand how Aziraphale can be so stupid!" he began as he turned away, beginning to pace. "First he sabotaged the great plan, conspires with the enemy, Crowley of all people, and now he has fallen for the demon's temptations!"

"It is a wonder to me why he has not fallen from grace yet." Micheal sighed, shaking her head.

"I feel that all of this is that vile creature's fault." Gabriel began as he pointed at Crowley. "Ever since those two have met Azira seemed to have forgotten his purpose. And I know that they have known each other since Eden because that's when that serpent showed up and that's when Aziraphale changed." the archangel rested his hand on his chin. "If only there was a way to show Aziraphale that underneath those glasses and black clothing there is nothing but a vile, sinful monst-."

Gabriel froze staring ahead as a grin began to form on his face, an idea struck him in the head as he turned to Micheal. "Now that I think about it... There may be a way."

Micheal turned to Gabriel a smile forming on her face. "I think I know exactly what you are talking about... But let's plan on getting it first," she whispered as she walked past him.

Gabriel watched as she walked away heading for the car that they took. But before he followed her, he turned to Crowley one last time. "Even after you've fallen, you're still a pain in my ass," he whispered before turning around and following in Michael's footsteps.

[huffle-ego]

Floating, jj.

Jameson was sitting on the couch in the living room, reading one of his novels to pass the time while waiting for the other egos to either wake up, leave their room, or come home. He was the only one in the living room at the time. Marvin was in his room practicing his magic, Jackie was doing his morning patrol around the city, making sure that the citizens we're safe from crime. Schneep was giving Robbie his weekly physical, and his boyfriend, Anti was probably in his room browsing Tumblr, probably scolding Jack for not giving him an ego week no doubt.

The quiet ego just grinned at the thought as he closed his book, before grabbing the remote controller, turning on the T.V. finding that the old Charlie and the chocolate factory was on, causing him to grin even more. He always loved Gene Wilder in Young Frankenstein, not to mention that this was also one of his favorite movies he's ever watched with the other egos on movie night.

For a while, he watched the movie, his eyes glued to the screen as he reached for his glass bottle of Coca-Cola he got from the fridge. He held the bottle in his hand, popped the lid open, and took a mouthful, gulping it down. Only to quickly pull it away sticking his tongue out with a gag, his eyebrows scrunching together as he looked at the bottle in question. He blinked in surprise, finding that it was an orange liquid in a bottle that was similarly shaped like a Coca-cola glass bottle. But he as he looked at it thoroughly he found a label behind it causing him to turn it around and read it. He read it carefully only to freeze upon what he read.

It was one of Marvin's potions that was labeled Floating Potion. On the bottom of the name, it had a description, that states whoever drinks this, will begin to float in the air. He gulped as he sat the drink down beginning to feel light-headed, but after a second that wasn't to the only thing that felt light, because sure enough, he began to elevate off of the couch sending him floating in the air like a helium balloon.

In a panic, he began grabbing his blanket, trying to find something that would pull him down but the blanket just went with him. He cowered slightly clutching the blanket tightly in his fingers as he inched closer to the ceiling, looking at the ground that was now eight or nine feet away. He thought he would just go on forever until his head hit the ceiling with a quiet thud causing his bowler hat to compact in his head covering his eyes. He let go of the blanket, letting it rest on his stomach as he took his hat off rubbing his slightly sore head. After the pain subsided, he fixed his now messed up turquoise hair, trying to calm his nerves.

After a second of his head rubbing against the ceiling, he hovered a couple of inches away from it, almost like the potion was helping him adjust to the room. However, he was still several feet away from the ground no way of getting back. He began to worry seeing that his phone was all the way on the couch, out of his reach. Jameson had no way of contacting anyone and he didn't know how long he was gonna be stuck up there.

But his worries were short-lived when Marvin walked into the living room, his masked nose in one of his books.

"Hey Jamie?" he began as he flipped through the pages. "I think I left a potion in here." he then closed the book. "It's hard to miss, it's bright orange. Have you seen-." he blinked seeing that Jamie was nowhere. "It?" the magician scanned the room in search of the muted ego. "Jamie? Where did you-?"

Jamie knocked three times on the ceiling, getting Marvin's attention, grinning nervously at his shocked expression.

Marvin walked in further, taking off his mask revealing his marked head, as he stared at the floating ego. "Jamie!? Are you okay!?"

"I am... Just a little light-headed." Jamie signed as a joke, chuckling a bit before signing again. "Forgive me old chap. I've seemed to have found your potion but drank some by accident. Now I've got myself in quite a pickle."

Marvin sighed before giving him a light chuckle. "You're alright Jamie, it's no big deal." he then walled further in circling Jamie like he was studying him. "It appears to be a floating potion. Which obviously causes you to float."

"Is there any cure for it?" Jamie asked, his eyes full of hope.

"I'm sure there is, I think I got something in my book," Marvin explained as he began to pace flipping through his book.

While he was doing that Jamie began to float through the air, heading for the entrance to the hall. He kicked his feet pressing his palms on the ceiling to keep him from moving when-.

"YOU STOLE FIZZY LIFTING DRINKS!"

Jamie jumped from the loud voice turning to the T.V. seeing Willy Wonka yelling at Charlie and his grandpa for drinking the Fizzy Lifting Drinks.

"YOU BUMPED INTO THE CEILING WHICH NOW HAS TO BE WASHED AND STERILIZED, SO, YOU GET NOTHING!" The angered Willy boomed causing Jamie to stare at the T.V. with a bored expression. Of course, it's this scene. "YOU LOSE!"

"Okay." Marvin grinned as he closed the book turning back to Jamie looking up, sitting on the couch as he spoke. "How much did you drink of it?"

Jamie thought for a moment before he signed. "A mouth full."

Marcin sighed as he sat the book on the living room table. "Then you got nothing to worry about. It should wear off right." he began as he looked at his watch. "About..."

"I HAVE HAD IT WITH THAT IRISH BASTARD!" Anti's voice boomed as he walked into the living room not noticing Jamie above him. "Marv have you seen Jamie, I need someone to vent to!"

"Now." Marvin grinned as he pointed to the ceiling.

Anti blinked before hearing a silent gasp looking up to see Jamie falling from the ceiling. In a panic, he held out his arms catching his boyfriend in his arms, holding him bridle style. He watched as Jamie blinked, before giving him a grin. Anti lifted his head his mouth open as he stared at Marvin, blinking a couple of times before he spoke. "What just happened?"

Marvin chuckled as he put his mask back on, hiding his scars as he got up from the couch. "I left my floating potion in here by accident, and Jamie drank it, mistaking it as his coke."

The glitch grinned letting out a small giggle as he turned to Jamie. "Well, I always knew you were a lightweight." he joked causing Jamie to grin.

"He wasn't drinking alcohol Anti." Marvin correct.

"Don't ruin my joke whiskers," Anti mumbled boredly, looking at the smiling magician.

"Thanks for catching me." he signed before looking at the T.V. "Would you like to hang out and watch Charlie and the chocolate factory? It's on again. While we do that you can vent if you'd like. The whole ego week thing might be stressful and you'll need to take it out on something."

Anti just shrugs as he holds Jamie tighter. "I'd prefer to just watch the movie with Ya, my puppet." Anti began he took Jamie's bowler hat from his lap, placing it on his head. "This whole situation has put me in a good mood." He smiled as the dapper ego grinned, resting his head on his shoulder. He then walked toward the couch looking at Marvin as he sat down with Jamie in his lap. "You want to watch too Marv?"

"Wouldn't miss my favorite movie." Marvin grinned as he picked up the orange bottle. "Just let me teleport this back in my room, where it's safe and sound." He then snapped his fingers watching as the bottle disappeared into a cloud of green smoke. "There, now let's sterilize the ceiling." The magician joked receiving a small giggle from Anti and a silent chuckle from Jamie as they sat on the couch, watching the beginning credits on the same movie.