Hey, Artists!

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

I’ve finally managed to make a vine compilation short enough that Tumblr will let me post it!

heya! could you continue the prompt where the hero and villain had revealed their relationship to the public? im super curious as to what happens next!

Hmm, *looks back and forth between stranger and Villain with a knife in my hand* … What does happen next? Oh, OH! Yes, I has an idea.

Wait I messed up! Here’s the previous post.

Hero rushed to the hallway to find Villain rolling around the floor with a stranger, and it was clear by the pain on the Villain’s face that they were hurt, straining to keep a secondary knife from falling down onto their face.

Hero snapped. Weeks of pressure, anger, and fear finally curdled together and met their breaking point. They ran at the stranger and tackled them away from their lover. They were on top and managed to snatch the knife from their blood-soaked hands. Everything seemed to slow around them, for a terrifyingly numb moment, they were without morals. The knife went down into their right shoulder and the stranger cried out in pain. Hero twisted it relentlessly.

“Leave us alone!” Hero screamed down into their face, the final word was drawn out and as loud as they could manage. It was only after that outburst that the red curtain came away, drained out of them, and Hero realised what they’d done… how much worse it could have been. They felt a hand grab onto their arm and realised it was Villain, trying to stop them from hurting them anymore.

“It’s okay,” Villain managed, “Breathe.” As quickly as it came, it was gone. Hero threw themselves away from the stranger, trying to scamper back from the blood on their hands. The blood. The blood! They couldn’t look away, couldn’t think straight. What had they just done?!

“S.See!” The stranger stammered, “They’re turning you into a monster.”

“The only monster here is me, and you’d best get out here before I have to drag you inside and demonstrate,” Villain snapped.

The stranger dragged themselves to their feet and ran down the street as best they could.

Villain winced and tried to take a deep breath before slowly getting to their feet. Their face drooped with nausea, but their heart sank seeing Hero. They had their knees close to their body head in their hands and they were yanking at their hair. Their breathing was uneven and tears flowed freely amongst their shallow breaths and hiccups. 

Tucking away their pain as best they could, Villain approached Hero and out a hand on their cheek. “It’s okay. It’s okay, shh… We’ve got CCTV if he tries to lie. It was self-defence. You can’t get in trouble for that. Deep breaths, please try to take some deep breaths.”

Villain took Hero’s bloodied hand and pressed it against their chest. They could feel Villain’s chest rising and falling, fast, but deep even breaths. The only problem was, they didn’t know how much longer they could keep it up. Their own wound was bleeding badly and the initial numbness was quickly wearing off. When the stranger had first attacked, Villain managed to swat it away, but the stranger managed to plunge it into their left side.

Hero seemed calmer, to at least have their breathing under control. “Listen, sweetheart. I really need you to keep your head. We need to go, and I’m bleeding. Can you go upstairs and get me the first aid kit and the money out of our room? Bring them back here, then ring [Henchman] for me. Ask them to drive here and get us.”

“I can’t just run away from this…” Hero moaned.

“You’re going to have to. Either way, the first aid kit, come on, focus for me.”

Hero shook themselves out of it and the severity of what they’d said clicked into place. They saw the wound on Villain’s side and suddenly rushed upstairs on all fours to get it. Villain fell back and leaned against the wall. Breathe, they reminded themselves. It looked like Hero and Villain were going to have to help each other out of this mess. And for what? All because some group of insignificant strangers decided they didn’t like the fact Villain had found someone to care about, and now they were hurting Hero.

It was pushing them far too close to Villainy again, and if they kept pushing, Villain was going to make the entire city drop to its knees in fear. They would not hurt Hero.

Writing Prompt #1959

"I'm done playing nice, little heroes." The villain straightened his back, and wiped the blood from his lip. "So this is your final warning; turn around, go home, and let me finish my business."

Anti DOESN’T “not glitch.”

Am I really the only one who thinks “”non-glitchy Anti”“ is corrupted Chase? :u

Anti is always glitchy, y’all. He glitches in all canon appearances. The shit we think is him, isn’t confirmed him, isn’t canon, isn’t solely ego-oriented.

But what we do know is that Chase is running the channel to cover Jack. We do know Chase had a run-in with Anti in Dark Silence. We don’t know what happened after. We do know that even when games have had glitches in them, they’ve had truckloads of references that immediately make us think of Chase, references to alcohol, being drunk, family, divorce…

That’s not Anti. That’s not Anti and Chase. That’s just Chase.

We don’t know what happened after Dark Silence.

We have an idea that Anti thrives off our attention. If Chase is the one running the show, that’d make him a threat to Anti’s access to attention, right?

Wouldn’t it make sense for Anti to corrupt Chase after Dark Silence? Make him his puppet? Now that means Chase is preaching for him.

Anti has Chase doing his dirty work and challenging us to devote ourselves to the channel, to Anti. Testing us, testing how loyal we are. We trust Chase. Anti knows this. Of course we’d listen to Chase. We listen to and trust Chase’s word. So if Chase is saying devote ourselves to the channel, thus to Anti, it must be the thing to do right? Or maybe, in a non-4th-wall-breaking sense, we aren’t aware that it logically wouldn’t be right. We just know Chase is saying do something, we trust him, so we should do it.

Anti doesn’t “not glitch.” He’s not human, he always glitches. That non-glitching person is Chase. Brainwashed and “strung up” to be puppeted by Anti.

Anti glitches.

Chase doesn’t.

Chase is the one we’re seeing, just like he said. That never changed.

From The Prompt List~ One

Requested: Yes. Anon asks, “5 Anti and fem!reader”

Fandom: JackSepticEye

Pairing: Antisepticeye/Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Violence

A/N: The prompt is~ “Teach me to fight.”… Enjoy!

   (Y/N) shoved the door open, throwing her bag onto the couch. She stomped through the house, slamming things as she worked in the kitchen. Angry was an understatement and Anti knew this as he ventured into the kitchen. He leaned against the archway and watched, in amusement, as she shoved things around huffing angrily when things knocked over.

“Bad day?” Anti chuckled as she knocked the tea leaves over.

“Bite me.” she snapped at him, grabbing the broom to sweep up the mess. Anti’s grinned widened, raising an eyebrow at the suggestion, thus causing (Y/N)’s glare to harden.

“That can be arranged, Doll.” Anti purred, going to wrap his arms around her waist. (Y/N) slammed her palms against the countertop, surprising Anti.

“I am so sick of perverts!” (Y/N) growled pushing back to get Anti off of her. She turned to face said entity, a look of determination set in her expression. “This is the fifth time someone has tried to get with me. I’m done with it, the next person who touches me is going to get body slammed.”

“Doll, you can barely move the coffee table without help. There is no way you are going to body slam a grown man… But if you send them my way…” Anti’s voice dropped at the end of his sentence, not liking the fact that people were trying to get with (Y/N).

“Teach me to fight.” (Y/N) stated, trying to leave no room for protesting. Anti scoffed and shook his head, following the human as she went to the living room.

“Absolutely not, Doll.”

“I wasn’t asking.” she grunted as she attempted to push their couch to the wall. Anti rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm, pulling her against him.

“I wasn’t debating, either, Dollface. I’m not going to teach you to fight, you got me, you don’t need to learn.” Anti stared directly into her eyes, as if he were trying to read her mind; trying to transfer his thoughts into her brain and make her obey him.

“Anti.” (Y/N) said, her tone turning sour as she glared up at him. She never liked his mind games. “Please. I want to know how to defend myself. I don’t want to depend on you.” she took the sweet route, but the gears in her mind were turning.

“I want you to depend on me, Doll. Yo-” Anti started, but was cut off by a soft fist hitting the side of his face. The room fell silent and Anti let out a small growl.

“Teach. Me.” (Y/N) hissed, bringing her other fist up, trying to connect it to his face. The air turned heavy as Anti dodged the hit, ducking around her and grabbing her wrists.

“Doll.” Anti’s body glitched against hers. (Y/N) struggled in his grasp, her right foot coming down on his. The lights from the ceiling fan burst as (Y/N) landed a punch to his stomach. Anti grunted, side stepping her next swing and pushing up against her, shoving her into the floor. He stood over her, anger written across his face. (Y/N) stood, crouching into a fighting positions, as Anti shoved the couch back against the wall.

“That all you got?”

“You have no idea, Doll.”

Trying out a new style

@therealjacksepticeye

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Writing Prompt #2037

"Oh, come on now. Don't be like that! You know that I love you."

"I know that you say it a lot."

Changing shoes - Dick Grayson

May DoggoD win the games!

Reblog a really good girl to bless your dash!

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