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good luck with finals!! they sUck but remember to take breaks and try not to stress too much about them!! -❄️

ill try!! i gotta do a mfin solo for choir n its scary :((

All this talk about Long Haired Marvin. How about Long Haired Scneep? @therealjacksepticeye I’m changing the game.

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Could I get 7 from the kisses list with uhhhhh CHASE AND HENRIK please???

cw(s) for readers: none!! its fluff :’)

    Chase wished he was waking up to birds chirping with sunlight draping over him. But instead, what he woke up to was his poor four-month-old daughter was crying her heart out.

    He sighed, sitting up in his bed. ‘What time is it?’ He looked at his window for a clue as to what the time was. It had to be early morning at best, as the moon was still up with the stars. ‘Of course, Maxine wanted to be an early bird today,’ He chuckles softly to himself. It wasn’t every day that Maxine woke him up so early. In fact, she slept in a whole lot, just like her dad! Though, he was trying to fix that (purely for her sake.)

    He slung his feet over, feeling the cruel wrath of the cold wooden floor. Shivers snuck up on his skin, making him retract his feet for a moment. He slowly places his foot on the floor, wishing he had socks to protect him. He presses on and swiftly walked across the room to his daughter, where the carpet was able to keep his feet safe.

    This is when Chase begins to panic. Maxine wasn’t in her crib.

    His heart and stomach started to twist with the worst sense of dread. He darts for the window, seeing if maybe he left it open. Much to his surprise, it was shut and locked securely. He immediately turns around to leave the room to further search the house, but he ends up bumping into something- no, someone. Before Chase gets the chance to start thrashing or yelling, they begin to speak.

    "Good morning, Chase.“

    A painful sigh leaves chest as he covers his fast-beating heart. “Good… Good morning, Henrik." 

    Now that Chase calmed down, he was able to recognize Henrik’s… er, silhouette. In his defense, he only lived with him for about a month now and rarely saw him in the house, as he was a doctor. Now that he thought about it, he never saw Henrik in other than his work clothes… Well, up until now, at least. A small babble got his attention, making his eyes dart to who Henrik was cradling in his arms. Maxine!

    He began to connect all the dots and wanted to cry either out of relief or because he began from cracking under the stress that he had to deal with under the last ten minutes.  "Oh, wow- um, did she wake you up?”

    Henrik sighs, starting to bounce Maxine in his arms. “Yes. But that’s alright, don’t worry.” He laughs softly. “It, um… It feels nice, to calm down a baby at ungodly hours of the night again.”

    Chase smiles awkwardly and nods his head. He didn’t know much of Henrik’s life, but he did know that he got custody of his children every other weekend. “Yeah, I…  You kinda scared me there, you know?”

    "I thought you heard me come in?“ He frowns at him slightly. "I suppose my footsteps are quiet…”

    "Oh, um… I didn’t even hear the door open!“ He laughs nervously, and Henrik chuckled along with him. "Not with all that crying, anyway.”

    He nods and looks down at Maxine, then back at him. “I assume you would like to hold the little one?”

    Chase nodded quickly, scooping her from Henrik’s arms, careful not to make her upset and go into another fit. He planted a soft kiss on her temple, freezing up when she started to stir…

    A sigh of relief escapes him and Henrik when Maxine relaxed again, drifting off in what hopefully would be a deep sleep. Right now, a nice long nap seemed like the best thing since sliced bread to the poor man. He carefully drifts over to her crib and sets her down, draping her blankie over her sleeping body. He carefully began to sneak away from her and back where he stood by Henrik.

    "You got it from here?“ His voice came as a gentle whisper.

    "Yeah. I sure hope I do, at least.” Chase sighed doubtfully. “Thank you, by the way. You didn’t-”

    "It’s fine,“ Henrik interjected. "You’re doing amazing considering…  well, your situation.” He rests his hands on Chase’s shoulders. “I barely knew what I was doing when I had my first child! I just think you should be proud of yourself, is what I’m trying to say.”

    Chase couldn’t help but smile at his words. It felt nice being told that, especially after the whole… fiasco, from earlier this month. He mumbled an awkward 'thank you,’ and made sure to make it loud enough for him to hear.

    "I think I’m going back to bed since you seem fine alone,“ Henrik said. "I only got three hours of shut-eye from the last… two? Two, days. Goodnight, Chase.” He planted a small kiss on his head and left, easy as that. He didn’t bother to question him, as he had found himself aching to curl up under his sheets again.

word count: 830 words

note from yours truly: sorry it took so long to post this! school just started up again n its already kicking my ass :(( hope yall like it tho (especially you, cat!) (you can request me some more prompts from here! just send me an ask :’) )

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aNGST 4 with chase

cw(s) for readers: angst!! (obvi)

“Why are you lying to me?”

Chase stood at Marvin’s bedroom doorway, his voice was soft and delicate, balanced by false rationality. It didn’t reflect how he truly felt. Internally, he was being consumed by confusion and betrayal. A fist was curled by his side, shaking with jolts of anger, coupled with a frown.

Marvin was sat on his bed and looked up from his leather-bound book, either ignoring or just completely unaware of how much Chase was shaking now. He couldn’t tell, not while he has that stupid fucking mask on.

“What did you say, Chaser? Didn’t quite catch what you said.”

He flinched at the nickname, his free hand latching onto his other arm, crossing his chest and acting as a flimsy shield for his heart. He closes his eyes and huffs softly. He takes a while to respond again. So long that Marvin got up and abandoned his book and was gently shaking his shoulder and whispering ‘Chase?’ ever so softly in his ear. His eyes snap open and his eyes snap to Marvin’s.

“Why are you lying to me, Marvin?”

His tone was harsh, almost like a growl. It caught the magician off guard- it wasn’t how Chase normally spoke. His hand that rested on Chase’s shoulder slipped down and returned to his side. It seemed that it was his turn to frown.

“I… Chase, why would I ever lie to you?”

‘For so many shitty reasons,’ Chase wanted to say. ‘such as covering him.’

But he bit back his tongue. He wasn’t sure why he stopped himself from off on him, with all things considered. Maybe he just didn’t want to hurt Marvin somehow. It wasn’t his fault, anyway.

But he made himself involved when he decided to cover Jackie. That made him snap.

“I dunno, Marv!” He hissed out lowly. “Maybe so you can cover Jackie’s ass when I asked if something is going on with him and Stacy? Maybe so that I don’t find out he’s sleeping with my wife?” A look of hurt replaced Marvin’s eyes once he said that (well… from what he could see, anyway.) Chase didn’t care, though. Not right now. It was nothing compared to how he was feeling.

“Chase, I-”

“You lied to my fucking face, Marvin! Do you realize that?!” He could feel himself go into hysterics now. Hot tears rolled down his cheek while he let out a broken laugh. “You value your relationship with Jackie more than ours! More than my family!”

Marvin stayed silent. But Chase didn’t care. He didn’t need a response to press on. “You’re a selfish prick, you know that?”

More silence from the magician. Chase turned to the door, leaving Marvin where he stood.

He needed to find Jackie.

word count: 463 words

note from yours truly: you told me you wanted me to make you cry, so i tried to deliver >:)) (you can request me some more prompts from here! just send me an ask :’) )

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We’ve never seen Jameson from the waist down but in my heart I know the bottom half of his outfit is a pair of booty shorts that say ‘this machine kills fascists’ on the ass

Sean said the next ego content were going to get is Jackieboy man!

Marvin’s book deciphered

Here’s everything I could decipher from Marvin’s book.

“Sterilized(?) form requires(?) patience. Can only be refined by the High Alchemist A.I.M.C”

“Liquid Void”

“MD = Antimatter” “Please use Argentum Inanis with caution” “Don’t make [?]”

All the symbols seem to mean or be used “to [?]”

This table seems to be the periodic table of alchemy:

However I don’t understand it nor know anything about alchemy myself, does anyone here have experience with it?

There seems to be a picture of what seems to be a vial on the left by the “Liquid Void” note.

“Time(?) meddling(?) [?] to dismissal”

Then of course we have the pictures we already had:

“Inform an AIMC immediately”

“magical(?) [?] a catalyst [?] mutational [?] ;but they [?] investigate [?] it’s possibility to [?] either a Life Elixir or a Philosopher’s Stone” “Ritual Sigils: [?]”

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hii im so,,, sorry i haven't sent anything in a while i've been busy with school stuff and i keep forgetting (i blame my smol brain) hope you're doing good!! and i might be starting to make your gift for chrismus 👀 (i rlly hope i get to finish it) heres a question: whats your favorite color? -❄️

hey!! its alright, dont be sorry! school is becoming hectic for me too bc its finals week :(

i cant decide on one fav color, but i do like pale pinks, dark reds and pale yellows!