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hmu bc I wanna info dump and also work on building out my boys

175 OC Questions - Ask Game

1. Does your character have good aim? 2. What would history remember your character for? 3. Does your character prefer to work in silence or with noise and of what kind? 4. Has your character ever been handcuffed or tied up? 5. Can your character cook? 6. Who did your character look up to as a child? 7. Do any of your characters have depression? 8. Who has the worst luck? 9. Could your character win an arm wrestling competition? How well would they do? 10. Would your character give up the chance to come back to life as a god so that someone else could be saved?

11. What is your character’s favorite historical or fairy tale figure? 12. Would your character marry someone their family didn’t approve of? 13. Do/Did any of your characters have large ears they had to grow into as a kid? 14. Are any of your characters nonverbal? 15. Did your character ever want to be a cowboy? 16. How does the way your character present themselves in public differ from how they are in private? 17. How petty is your character? 18. Is your character pro or anti union? 19. Does your character like carrots? 20. How self-confident is your characters?

21. Do any of your characters have heterochromia? 22. Do any of your characters have someone named after them? Or are they named after someone else? 23. Do any of your characters have facial markings? 24. What is your character’s opinions on squirrels? 25. Does your character experience sexism for the job/title they hold? (ie: she’s a girl, she can’t be x,y,z because only boys can be) 26. Are any of your characters missing fingers? 27. Does your character know how to tie different kinds of knots? 28. How much does your character giggle? 29. Are any of your characters nameless? (In that there is no legal record of them existing, they just don’t have names in canon, or history remembers them but not their name?) 30. How independent was your character as a teen?

31. How much does your character care about their appearance? 32. Do you have any characters who are twins? 33. Does your character like math? How good are they at it? 34. Do any of your characters collect sea-shells or wear shell jewelry? 35. Naptime, yes or no? 36. Would your character prefer to sit around and chill or be up and moving and doing something? 37. Did any of your characters have a fever they almost died from as a child? 38. Does your character worry about breaking the rules and getting in trouble? 39. Do any of your characters have the responsibilities of an adult despite being a child, or did they when they were? 40. If a loved one died, how long would they stay in mourning?

41. Do other people around your character dictate their life or do they get to choose for themselves? 42. Did/do any of your characters have an arranged marriage? 43. Do you have any widows/widower characters? 44. Are any of your characters overshadowed by other siblings? Or have parents who clearly have a favorite? (ex: Boromir and Faramir) 45. Would your character kill someone to get what they want? 46. Does your character prefer to lead or follow? 47. Has your character ever stolen anything? 48. Are any of your characters apprentices? 49. Are any of your characters certified Bird Nerds ™? 50. Are any of your characters Good Dads ™?

51. Do any of your characters have grandparents who are named and living in canon? 52. Would your character prefer to have history know the truth or have many different versions of their life? 53. What if the furthest your character has ever walked in a given stretch of time? 54. Would your character prefer to visit a new city or stay at home? 55. Do you have any characters who despite trying their best ended up being horrible parents? 56. Do any of your characters have step-family? 57. Do any of your characters consistently wear hats? 58. Does your character prefer the ocean or the mountains? 59. What kinds of things does your character use as paperweights? 60. If faced with certain death, would your character continue to speak out against injustice?

61. Have any of your characters struggled with addiction? 62. Have any of your characters adopted anyone? 63. How far would your character go to help those in need? 64. Do your characters know any old blind swordsmen per the trope? 65. Is your characters energetic? 66. How much of a disappointment/scandal to their family is your character? 67. Would your character be willing to do something they consider morally wrong in order to achieve their goals? 68. Are any of your characters intimidatingly beautiful? 69. Has your character ever found themselves in with the wrong crowd and had to attempt to break from it? 70.  Does your character have any guarded/secret guild knowledge or family recipe?

71. How good is your character at reading people and navigating social situations? 72. Would your character care for someone who needed it if it meant being ostracized from their society? 73. Has your character been to/ ever explored any ruins? 74.  Are any of your characters associated with flowers? 75: Do any of your characters wear glasses, sunglasses, goggles, or monocles? 76: Would your character like to live on a farm and raise sheep? 77. Have any of your characters had to kill a friend? 78. Have any of your characters been exiled from their society? 79. What is a humanizing thing about a villain/antagonist/generally horrible person character that you have? 80. Was your character ever considered shy?

81. Does your character look like what others think they should from their reputation? 82. Describe your character’s handwriting. 83. Did/do any of your characters start a dynasty? 84. Do any of your characters have gaps in their teeth or are missing teeth? 85. Has your character ever been led down the wrong path because of their anger? 86. Is your character’s fear reaction to fight, flight, or freeze? 87. What are your character’s nails like? 88. Are any of your characters part of a spy network? 89. Would your character throw themselves in harms way to protect a loved one? 90. Can your character start a campfire?

91. Does your character engage in gossip? 92. Have any of your characters started and/or led a revolution? 93. Do you have any characters that are stuffed animals? Or characters who have them? 94. Are any of your characters mechanics? 95. If given total rule over a country, would your character step aside to turn it into a democracy? 96. Which character is The Proudest ™ of their kids? 97. Do any of your characters have a tendency to dislocate joints? 98. Has your character ever had to question their beliefs and realized they were wrong? 99. Do any of your characters have social anxiety? 100. Are any of your characters queer?

101. Which character is The Most dramatic? 102. Are any of your characters d/Deaf or HoH? 102. What is your character’s greatest source of guilt? 103. How well does your character deal with their anger? 104. Do any of your characters have pottery as a hobby? 105. Favorite winter activity? 106. Do any of your characters have noticeable acne? 107. Do any of your characters feel confined by their lives and the expectations placed upon them? 108. Are any of your characters dogs? 109. Would your character blackmail a god? 110. What color is associated with your character?

111. Do any of your characters have dogs for pets? 112. Does your character believe in wishing fountains and shooting stars? 113. Would your character commit treason if the law was wrong? 114. Do any of your characters insist on going by their fullname rather than a nickname? 115. Do any of your characters have an honorary father figure? 116. Have any of your characters (almost) drowned? 117. Could your character build a house or possess the knowledge to build one? 118. Have any of your characters come from a position of privilege that they’ve never had to examine? 119. If someone made a statue of your character, what would it look like? 120. Do any of your characters have PTSD?

121. Do any of your characters have prosthetics? 122. What is your character’s greatest secret? 123. Did any of you characters have nannies or governesses growing up? 124. Does your character workout? 125. Who is your token cis, straight, (optional: white) male? 126. Are any of your characters on good terms/still friends with an ex? 127. Has anyone ever stolen your character’s identity or impersonated them? 128. Has your character’s home ever been destroyed? 129. Has your character ever had to compromise on what they thought was right in order to maintain peace? 130. Do you have any characters who are retired?

131. Who is redhaired and has a mustache? 132. Who is the precious cinnamon roll? 133. Have any of your characters ever been caught in a fire or explosion? 134. Has your character ever been alone in a hostile environment and been forced to travel a long way to reach a safety that wasn’t for sure? 135. Would  your character be content to go back to a normal and quiet life after going on an adventure? 136. Has your character ever been forced to deal with the ‘I want to speak to your manager” kind of person? 137. Are any of your characters bipolar? 138. How good is your character with money and accounting? 139. Has your character ever survived a fatal wound? 140. Can your character play an instruments?

141. Who has a weapon collection? 142. Do any of your characters use wheelchairs, transportation devices, or mobility aids? 143. Has your character ever had some part of their culture made illegal? 144. Are any of your characters adventurers by trade? 145. How much first aid and medical knowledge does your character have? 146. Were any of your characters disowned or abandoned by their parents? 147. Do any of your characters have albinism? 148. Do any of your characters have an eating disorder or food contamination phobia? 149: How good is your character at lying? 150. Do any of your characters have to deal with family being concerned more about appearances and reputation than personal wellbeing?

151. Would your character ever go cliff diving? 152: Do you have any characters with the jr. sr. I II or III thing? 153: Do any of your characters embody the spirit of a flapper? (Bonus points for style and or lifestyle) 154: How much does your character care about other people respecting their authority? 155: Does your character cut and/or color their hair for any specific reason? 156: Were/Are any of your characters under less pressure and fewer expectations than their siblings? 157: Do any of your characters live on their own? 158: Have any of your characters even been bit by a zombie or rabid animal or otherwise exposed to a deadly pathogen? (Did any of them survive?) 159: Does your character have any tattoos? And are any of them symbolic or significant? 160: Do any of your characters have asthma?

161: Your character’s opinion of pineapple? 162: Has your character ever thrown a tantrum over things not going their way? 163: Are any of your characters autistic? (If so, do they have special interests and what are they?) 164: Are any of your characters tinkerers or inventors? 165: Who is a “girls just wanna have fun” character? 166: Are any of your characters blind or visually impaired? 167: Are any of your characters fat? 168: Is your characters easily embarrassed? 169: Are any of your characters married to the sea? 170: Are any of your characters infamous?

171: Are any of your characters hallmark villains in terms of personality? 172: Do any of your characters hold a grudge against someone? 173: How loyal is your character? 174: Does your character get homesick? 175: Are any of your characters badass (lesbian) pirate queens?

#ask games

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Birthdays aren’t always happy...

#happy birthday chase! #chase brody #jacksepticeye #jse egos #from the ashes #from the ashes au #septic writing #stranger edits #yall best remember this #itll come in handy sometime later in the story! #if i ever get back to it lmao

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"i'm sorry, what were we talking about?" with any of the septic boys

hi im sorry i forgot about this for like a week

“...rik? Helloo?” 

The doctor blinked slowly, becoming acutely aware of something waving in front of his face. Gradually, his eyes came back into focus, just as something smacked into his forehead.

“Henrik!” Chase had suddenly appeared in front of him, grinning mischieviously. “Dude, you were super zoned out.”

Henrik picked his glasses off his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry, what were we talking about?”

The smile faded from his brother’s face, replaced with a look of confusion.

“Doc, I just got here. Were you talking to someone?”

“I...no, I don’t think so. I was...” he trailed off. It was unusual for Henrik to lose his concentration, and even rarer for him to lose his thoughts. He shook his head, as if to shake his memory loose.

Chase tapped his brother on the forehead once more. “Hello?” He asked. “This thing on?”

Henrik chucked, swatting Chase’s hand away. “Never mind, I am sure it was unimportant if I forgot. Was there something you needed?”

#not main story #not fta #stranger answers

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APOLOGY IDEAS

Here are some dialogue prompts that all start with the words “I’m sorry.” Feel free to use any of them and get creative with the context!

“I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“I’m sorry if this sounds weird.”

“I’m sorry for not telling you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“I’m sorry, what were we talking about?”

“I’m sorry I upset you.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t go.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

“I’m sorry I messed up.”

“I’m sorry, it will never happen again.”

“I’m sorry you got hurt.”

“I’m sorry, I’m new at this.”

“I’m sorry, how can I make it up to you?”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“I’m sorry for asking.”

“I’m sorry if my apology isn’t good enough.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry.”

#i want #im so bored in quarantine #and i cant focus on the au for some reason #so gimme some prompts! #please <3 #not fta #writing prompts

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Can someone ask me questions about the Boys?? So I can ramble and distract myself from boredom??

#not fta

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How about "911? I'd like to report a loser." With Jackie and someone else of your choice?

It had become increasingly rare for Jackie to get a full night’s worth of sleep. Tonight, it seemed, wouldn’t be any different. He’d been tossing and turning in the dark for what had felt like days. Sleep was close, he could almost see it coming. His eyelids finally fluttered shut, when a loud noise caused him to bolt out of his bed. Jackie struggled to untangle himself from his web of blankets, nearly tripping down the stairs. He raced into the kitchen, where he assumed the noise had come from, where a figure was stumbling through their cabinets with only the moon to guide them. The hero grabbed the nearest object to use as a weapon, and flicked on the light, causing himself and the mystery man to wince at the sudden brightness.

“Ow, dude! What gives?” A familiar voice whined.

As Jackie’s eyes adjusted to the light, he realized they were not the victims of a robbery like he had thought. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, with a bottle tucked under one arm and a bag of crisps in the other, was Chase. 

With a sigh, Jackie pantomimed picking up the phone. “911? I’d like to report a loser.”

Frowning, Chase launched a handful of the potato snack at his brother. “Uh, yeah, 911? I’d like to report an idiot.” He tilted his chin at the spatula in Jackie’s hand, holding back a laugh.

“Hey!” Jackie chuckled, waving the utensil in Chase’s direction. “I had to make do with what I could grab. I thought you were a burglar!” 

“If stealing Henrik’s crisps count as theft, then I am a burglar!” 

The pair broke out into laughter, knowing that Henrik would kill them if he figured out they were the ones who finished off his “special expensive German crisps” as he called them. Chase cracked a goofy smile, and Jackie smacked his arm for being too loud. Jackie may not have been able to sleep, but that didn’t mean no one else was trying to sleep.

#thank you anon for prompting #i hope you enjoy! #this feels shitty though #i tried to be lighthearted and goofy for once #not fta #not main story #anon asks #prompts

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journal/writing prompts!!

Words:

Rain

The future

Reality

Friendship

Dreaming

Disconnect

Flower petals

Cracked

Hope

Fearful/fearless

Fulfilled

Burned out

Comfort

Uneasy

Trust

Terrified

Lists:

The best things about fall/winter/summer/spring

Little things that make you happy

Places that feel like home

Places that don’t feel like home

Things you love about (insert name here)

Where you’d rather be right now

Snapshot childhood memories

Scary things about the future

Things to do less of

Things to do more of

Books to read

A playlist to describe how you feel right now

Where you hope to travel

Wishes you made as a kid when throwing coins into a fountain

Things you wish you were better at

Dreams you’ve had

Dreams you wish you’ve had

Things to think about:

Factors that led you to be the person you are today

What heavy things have been weighing your heart down recently?

What is happiness to you?

Things that scare you about the world right now

If you could rewrite one thing about your story, what would it be?

The questions you’ve been asking yourself lately

When was the last time you cried?

What place feels like a huge breath of fresh air?

If you were going to conjure a Patronus, what happy memory would you use?

What things are different about you this year than last year?

What would you want people to remember about you?

Things you can do now you never thought you’d be able to do

What is alternate-universe-you like?

Listen to your favorite song - Draw it, write down what it makes you think of

Why do you love the people you love?

Your favorite kind of adventures

What are you thankful for today?

Are you actually experiencing life? Or are you just going through the motions?

Advice you would give yourself

Things to do for your own personal self care

Ways you say “I love you”

Remember:

Don’t be afraid to make ugly art

It does NOT have to be perfect

It probably won’t be perfect

Don’t compare your work to other people’s!

Creating art and writing is COOL. Keep doing it!!

#writing prompts #corona quarantine fun #not main story #not fta

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even more random series of prompts

“Or, you know, you can not be boring and help me.“ 

"HAH, you’re as alone as I am!" 

"911? Yes, I’d like to report a loser." 

"See you in prison, pal!" 

"Thank god, I thought you were serious for a second there." 

"That got a lot more complicated than it needed to be." 

"Do I look like a cat to you?!" 

"Know this; I have all the baggage." 

"Time to ruin everything." 

"Did you know you have enough bones in your body to make a skeleton?” (B: “…Please stop talking.”) 

“Well this is a predicament." 

"I built this town with my bare hands." 

"Are you labeling me? And not in the metaphorical fashion, you are literally putting a label on me." 

"Is this what it’s like being average?" 

"That sigh was a lot louder than I intended it to be." 

"Hold me." 

"Hasta la vista, jackass." 

"This can’t be real." 

"I’m a romantic, I know ALL the pick-up-lines. Every single one." 

"Well isn’t this tubular?!" 

"They deny it, but they have no idea what they’re doing." 

"Quick, hide me!”

#writing prompts #corona quarantine fun #not main story #not fta

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Dialogue Prompt List - Long List

Angst

“All I wanted was a happy ending.”

“Mistakes are easily made in the moment. Apologies are not.”

“I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”

“My emotions have been turbulent for so long, I’m not sure how to react.”

“My heart tells me to kiss you, my head tells me to walk away.”

“I don’t want material belongings! I want my heart back!”

“Until you can return the time I wasted on you, I don’t want anything to do with you.” 

“Grief is natural they say. So is death. I don’t want either.”

“You can’t look pretty and dangerous at the same time. Not yet.”

“Kill everything dear to you and then you will know how it feels.”

“I don’t hold people close. It makes it easier for them to hurt you.” 

“Don’t touch me. Your skin is poison.” 

“Why won’t he/she/they call?”

“I’m dreading her/his/their call, I’m not ready.”

“I don’t like this, it feels weird.” 

“Kill my feelings, kill my soul. Kill everything I am.” 

“Don’t call me, I don’t want any contact with you.”

“Please don’t talk to me, I’m dealing with some stuff.”

“It’s not working out. We’re not working out.” 

“Hey, I’m leaving for good. I’ll…see you around.”

Fluff

“I want to eat a yoghurt with you.” 

“Can we make cake? I like cake.”

“I like your rainbow shoes.”

Please hold me. It’s been a day.”

“I’ve never felt such love.”

“The moon is high tonight, it frames you well.”

“I want to dance through an army of fireflies with you.”

“Stars pale in comparison to you.”

“My heart hurts when I see you and I find myself drunk on the pain.”

“I would give up everything for the chance to see your laugh again.”

“Monster Inc. was onto something, your smile and laughter runs my entire world.”

“I dedicated this nail to you, when I painted them.”

“All I want is to sleep by your side.”

“Cover me in badges of your love.”

“I’ve never enjoyed anything more than a hug from you.”

“You look yummy.”

“My hand was made to fit into yours. That’s all there is to it.”

“I didn’t get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

“This might sound so creepy but I want your skin. It’s so pretty.”

“You just dropped love into my heart and that’s all I needed.”

Soulmates

“It was a matter of time before we got together.”

“My soul sings when it feels you.” 

“Please, please hold my hand, and make me whole.”

“My life missed yours forever.” 

“If my soul had been cut in half at birth, it would have gone to you.”

“We’re two bodies with one soul only.”

“I couldn’t imagine my future without you now that I have you.” 

“I feel like I’ve died now he’s/she’s/they’re gone.”

“Please take my soul and never let go.” 

“I’ve never seen colour like I do with you.” 

“All my soul yearns for is your presence.”

“We can’t win. Either I have you and my soul sings but your cries, or we’re apart and your soul rejoices but mine dies.” 

“Time is what we don’t have, but you are what I need.”

“I didn’t think I could find someone as perfectly matched as you.” 

“Please treat me with kid gloves, my soul can’t take much more.”

“Soulmates don’t have to be romantic. Sometimes your soul resonates with a friend.”

“This existence would mean little without you.”

“Why try to force it? If we’re truly soulmates, it’ll happen.”

“Please keep me close until the close of the final day.”

“Everything about you is amazing to me.” 

Friendship Specifically

“Wow, that is a ridiculously bug watermelon. I love it.” 

“Let’s drink wine and trash talk our co-workers.” 

“What do you mean you’re sick?! You’re my partner in crime!”

Best friends are a rare breed and you are the best of best friends.” 

“Everyone’s out on dates, want to each ice cream and binge watch (insert TV show/movie).”

“I’m here for you. I got your back.” 

“Thank God for the internet. I don’t know how I’d live without you.”

“I’m the pun-master, you’ll miss me when I’m gone.” 

“No one understands the effort of a long distant friendship.”

“They don’t approve of our friendship, but I don’t need them too.”

“In the end we migrate towards comfort. I am my most comfortable around you.” 

“Why date when you can spend the night with me watching shitty TV and drinking.”

“Never underestimate friendship.”

“If you quote Yu-Gi-Oh’s power of friendship one more time I will kill you.”

“Even if we don’t talk for days, I’ll always be your best friend.” 

“You can take as many breaks as you need.” 

“Friendships can be difficult, but those that survive are magical ones.”

“You know I will be with you forever. Friends until the end.”

If they try to keep us apart, they’re idiots.”

“There’s nothing like a boys/girls/friends night.”

#writing prompts #corona quarantine fun #not main story #not fta

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prompts

compilation of prompts by me, and many others to hopefully inspire you♡

cute/fluff:

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

“you make me feel alive. for the first time ever, i feel like i can breathe”

“i fucking love you” “hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober”

“i really want to kiss you right now” “do it then”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“i’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met”

“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

angsty/sad:

“i dont know how to exist in a world without you”

“The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you.”

“did you at least think of me, when you were having sex with her?”

“no. the moment you saw me as a bet was the moment you fucked up.” 

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“i swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.”

“that ship has sailed. i’ve had my one great love already”

“Would you just shut up and listen to me for two goddamn seconds?!”

“if i asked you to stay, would you?” 

“i don’t know who you are anymore”

“of course i still love you. but i hate myself for it.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“i can’t have this argument with you again” “but-” “no. i’m done”

filth:

“Seeing you between my legs is so hot.”

“I may or may not have left some….marks.”

“I think we were a little too loud last night.”

“Really? You wanna have sex….here? Now?”

“the noises you make are incredible”

“You’ve been giving me bedroom eyes for the past half an hour - time to show me what, exactly, was on your mind.”

“we’re just…friends.” “friends don’t do this type of shit!”

“she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s hand cuffs and gags.”

“bite your lip once more, i dare you”

“what you gonna do about it, stud”

“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

“god i love your hands” “lets put them to good use then”

“i know you can be louder than that.”

“come on. i want the neighbours to hear you scream”

“do you like that? like being in control?”

funny/miscellaneous:

“Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right from your lungs.”

“Did you just slap my ass?” / “Actually, I firmly grasped it.” / “Did you just quote Spongebob?”

“I’m not a damsel in distress. i’m a damsel doing damage.”

“You couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.”

“where have you been all my life?” “hiding from you”

“shut up with all that soulmate shit”

“I’d punch you, but that’d ruin that pretty little face of yours.”

“sorry, is that supposed to impress me?”

“Maybe you should leave the cooking to me.”

“so it’s a date?” “nope. not a date” 

“it’s because i’m so attractive isn’t it?” “i say this. and i cannot stress this enough. i find you completely repulsive.” 

“alright daddy long legs, next joke please”

credits to some of the accounts whose prompt lists inspired this one: @connorshero, @starman-thorsus-canos-jock, @glitterquadricorn, @calumsendgame, @alloveroliver, @justforshitsandcackles, @whcczes, @hellsdemonictrinity, @poeticparker, @dresupi

#writing prompts #corona quarantine fun #not main story #not fta

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Author rambles

So with the outbreak and subsequent quarantine, I am going to go out of my mind stuck at home for the foreseeable future.

With that having been said, I have a little extra time and brain power to be creative! SO:

Send me some prompts!! Please!!! I’ll reblog a couple of prompt lists so send me one of those + some ego(s) and I’ll get to them as i can.

Edit: OR you can ask me questions about the From The Ashes boys. I would love to get into their characters and whatnot.

#from the ashes #stranger rambles #writing prompts #not main story #To be deleted #not fta

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A note from the author:

Chapter 1 is going to come down (temporarily)

I was happy with it at the time but I am not happy with it now, and I don’t have the time to edit it or give it the attention it deserves currently due to school.

I am going to rework it and work on the next two or so chapters before I repost it. I was hoping to have updates to this story more consistently, but school has proven to be a lot of work this semester so the update likely won’t make it back for a couple months.

However, I don’t want to leave you without content (as the main story of chapter one likely won’t change significantly), so until I have more of a direction for the remake I will keep it where it is.

Thank you to anyone who read the current/old version of chapter one, and remember: likes, reblogs and feedback are always appreciated, but never expected.

#from the ashes #from the ashes au #jacksepticeye #septic writing #to be deleted #fta authors note

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Chapter One

Months had gone by since the twins had seen their doppelganger on the news, and the two had made little progress on locating the man known as “jacksepticeye.” Every time it felt like they’d made some progress, something would send them back to square one. At one point, Marvin was fully prepared to teleport them to the Youtuber’s house, but on the day they had prepared to go, Jack had gone to America for some convention, and the magician didn’t trust himself to get them that far. The next time they were ready, Marv’s spell backfired, nearly sending him into a catatonic state. He had used so much of his energy just to keep himself conscious, when the next opportunity to find Jack arose, the brothers had decided to do it the old fashioned way.

“Marvin!” Jackie yelled up to the apartment from the street below. “Bro, let’s go! We’re gonna miss our train!”

He was met with silence, but he assumed his brother was already on his way down. Jackie lingered at the doorstep a minute longer, waiting for Marv to swing the door open, before starting down the street towards the station. With each footfall, he heard the distinct crunch of fallen leaves, and with each snap he grew more and more aware that he was alone. Marvin, as usual, had fallen behind, and Jackie was eager to start their journey. He made it as far as the corner, when he heard a crackle from behind him. Instinctively, he turned and swung out his leg. He felt the tip of his sneaker graze something, before it caught in someone’s hand.

Marvin let out a sharp breath. With his free hand, he brushed the edge of his nose, wiping away the muck that Jackie’s shoe had left behind.

“Your reflexes are great, but you’ve gotta work on your intuition, bud.”

Jackie pulled his foot free from his brother’s grip, causing him to stumble backwards. “I knew it was you,” he pouted, his eyes narrowed. “I was just testing your reflexes.”

The two started to bicker, and Marvin raised his hand, ready to strike. The hero easily dodged his brother’s fist, chuckling at the attempt.  The smaller brother huffed, turning his chin up in defeat. A breeze blew past them, carrying with it a familiar sound Marvin could barely recognize. He shuddered, and tried to shake the feeling it had brought. Above them, the sky opened up, unleashing a torrent of rain. With nothing to keep them dry, the pair started to jog toward the train station. By the time they arrived, the rain had lessened, and their train had begun to board. They managed to slip between the doors just before they shut, and the train let out a sharp whistle. Their journey was off to a strange start, and unbeknownst to them, it would be far from a simple one.

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Lights off, camera off, game saved. 

Jack leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms towards the ceiling. His day had been ordinary, the majority of it spent recording videos for his channel. As usual, he had forgotten to eat since breakfast. His stomach growled knowingly as he took out his phone, placing an order for his typical late-night craving. 

Turning his attention back to his computer, Jack decided it was time to check his social media accounts. Tumblr was his first stop, full of the usual kind hearted posts and talented artwork, and then on to Twitter. His timeline was cluttered with various news outlets and fans responding to his most recent announcement: “YouTube Sensation Jacksepticeye Denies Rumors He Is London’s Masked Hero.”

A few months ago, a man in a red hood had been spotted in London, leaving petty criminals beaten and tied up in alleys. Onlookers had managed to occasionally capture grainy photos and video of the vigilante, who the internet thought bore a resemblance to Jack. The Youtuber had realized quickly that he had to make a statement, disavowing the rumors and clearing the air. He couldn’t afford to have any more negative associations with his brand, so he addressed it the only way he knew how: with a video. 

It had been generally well received, with most of the comments positive. Fans had flocked to his support, claiming that they knew Jack would never hurt anyone. Plus, as some so eagerly pointed out, Jack was in Brighton, a good enough distance away from London that he couldn’t be popping back and forth too quickly. A few statements stuck out at him, the kind of hateful comments that would usually put him in a bad mood, but this time was different. He knew he wasn’t secretly patrolling the streets of London, so he couldn’t be bothered by those who claimed he was lying. His mind started to drift, wondering how someone who looked so similar to him could be so nearby, when his thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell.

“That was quick,” he thought. Jack grabbed his wallet off the desk, and made his way to the door. Excitedly, he swung it open, ready to stuff his face with hot, gooey, greasy pizza. Unfortunately, waiting on the other side was not his cheesy delight. He felt the smile slip from his face, quickly replaced by a look of bewilderment. Standing in front of him were two identical young men. Identical to each other, and identical to him. 

The longer Jack stood there, the more differences he started to pick out. The one on the right was taller than the other, with coffee-colored hair cropped short on the sides, and the tips peeked out from underneath a grey beanie. His eyes were almost an electric blue, hidden behind a pair of rectangular glasses. He had a fresh cut over his eyebrow, the crimson color a stark contrast to his warm ivory skin. Aside from his height, nothing about him really stood out. 

On his left was the shorter of the two, whose hair was dyed a dyed a brilliant green. The roots of his hair were the color of chocolate, either untouched by the dye or had simply faded with time. It had been pulled into a loose bun, with strands that escaped falling just above his shoulders. His eyes were similar to Jack’s, a cold greyish-blue that seemingly sparkled in the dark. His figure was distinctly opposite to his partner’s, a much slimmer, willowy shape that suited his posture. His long coat hung awkwardly off his shoulders, and the collar was turned up to block the wind. 

Jack could’ve stayed there all night deciding what made each of the three of them unique, but there was the one fact that none of them could ignore: looking at each other was like looking in a mirror. The silence continued for what felt like hours, waiting for one of them to speak up, 

“You’re not pizza.” Jack had finally regained his composure.

The shorter of the two let out a breath. “And you’re not us, and yet you have our face,” he replied, pushing his way into the house.

Jack turned on his heel, grabbing the intruder by his shoulder. “H-hey hold on a minute! You can’t just come in here uninvited!” He reached out to pull him back, but his body felt like it had been frozen in place. The man turned to face him, his eyes now glowing a bright emerald color. Jack could’ve sworn they’d been blue before. From behind, the taller one sighed, then lifted Jack by his shoulders like he was weightless. He heard the door click shut behind them. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears as the tall stranger carried him into the living room, setting him down gently onto the couch. Slowly, his arms started to loosen, and he noticed that the shorter one of the pair had sprawled out across his favorite armchair. The other was perched awkwardly on the edge of the couch, watching Jack with an intense fascination.

“Who are you?” Jack demanded once his mouth could move again.

“I’m Jackie, and that’s my brother Marvin,” the taller one spoke quickly. “This was all his idea. He wanted to barge in here so you couldn’t turn us away I just wanted to talk to you like normal people but no, this drama queen had to do it the illegal way!”

The shorter one, Marvin, sat up and pointed an accusatory finger at his brother. “If we had done it your way,” he hissed, “we’d still be standing at the door like two idiots! Who in their right mind would just let two strangers into their house?!”

They started to argue, their voices slowly growing in volume, before Jack stood up, interrupting their bickering.

“Both of you, shut up! You still haven’t really answered my question: who are you? Why are you in my house?”

“Oh right, yeah,” Jackie laughed awkwardly, scratching at his head. “Marv saw you on the news and thought you were me! Which is weird, since we don’t have any other family, and you look like us.”

Marvin rose to his feet, brushing his hands off on his tattered jeans. “Yeah, that’s about it. Now we’re here to get answers.”

“Answers to what?”

Marvin started to pace the room, his feet barely making a sound as they hit the ground. “Oh, just some simple questions. Like, where were you born, what’s your real name, are you under the influence of any demons, who are your parents?”

“Wait, what was that middle one?” 

“Demons. Do you know any?”

Both Jack and Jackie turned to look at Marvin, the same expression of confusion on their faces.

“Marv, why the hell are you asking him about demons?!” Jackie exclaimed, giving his brother a puzzled look.

Marvin ignored the hero’s inquiry, and took a step closer to Jack. His duplicate flinched as he approached, watching as Marv’s hands started to spark. His eyes shone in the darkness, and Jack sat motionless, watching as his copy circled. He blinked, and suddenly, Marvin was inches away from his face.

“I will ask you again: do you know any demons?”

Jack swallowed, struggling to find his voice. “N-no, what the hell?” He finally managed.

The answer he had produced did not satisfy the magician’s curiosity. In the blink of an eye, a flame leapt up in Marvin’s hand. Jack could feel the heat on his face, beads of sweat starting to roll down his forehead. Marvin cleared his throat.

“Jack, I don’t know how else to ask you. Where is the demon?!” His eyes, this time the color of murky water, radiating an emotion Jack couldn’t quite identify.

“There is no demon! What the hell! Demons don’t exist!” Jack had had enough of the interrogation, though his voice was torn between fear and outrage.

Apparently, his response had finally been correct. The fire in Marvin’s hand dissipated as quickly as it had appeared. He held it out to Jack in surrender.

“Sorry, we had to be sure.”

Jack’s face was blank, still perplexed by the events that had quickly spiraled out of his control. “You had fire. In your hand.”

Marvin nodded.

“And...he picked me up like I was made of air...!”

Jackie nodded.

“So, can I ask a question now?” 

The twins nodded.

Jack cleared his throat. “I guess what I want to know is, what are you?”

The pair exchanged a glance, deciding how to explain themselves. Before Marvin could stop him, Jackie pulled his mask out of his pocket and set it on the table.

“I’m Jackieboy Man.”

“And I一” Marvin flicked his wrist, as a cat-shaped mask started to cover his face一 “am Marvin. Just Marvin. I’m not fancy like Jackie-boy here.

Jack’s eyes flicked back and forth between the two, before he doubled over with laughter. His eyes began to water, and he wiped the tears away with the back of his hand.

“We share....a face...” He managed between fits of laughter. “But we clearly don’t share creativity. What kind of name is ‘Jackieboy Man’?”

“I thought it was cool,” Jackie mumbled, crossing his arms defensively.

“Sure, it’s cool if you don’t give a shit about having a secret identity! You need a better name, like based on what you can do or something. What can you do?”

Jackie shrugged. “I’m fast and strong, and sometimes lightning shoots out of me. Marv’s really the cool one, if you ask me.”

“No one did ask you,” Marvin grumbled from the corner. He opened his mouth to say something sassy, when Jack interrupted his thoughts.

“How old are you guys?” He asked.

“We’re 25.”

“So you’re four years younger than me...” Jack scratched absentmindedly at his beard. 

“...and?” Marvin prompted, annoyance in his voice.

“Your age lines up with Chase’s story, and with mine.”

“Who?”

From around the corner, a familiar face poked out.

“Yo, what’s up guys?” He grinned, tipping his hat in a mock salute. “Name’s Chase. Pleased to meet ya, bros!”

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From The Ashes - Prologue

Very few things surprised Marvin anymore. For as long as he could remember, nothing had gone as he had hoped, and today was no different. From the second he woke up, something felt unbalanced, but the feeling was so faint, he didn’t pay it much attention. Instead, he went about his morning like usual. Coffee, a quick breakfast, see if Jackie was home (he wasn’t), then check the news to make sure his brother hadn’t done anything stupid. Setting his coffee down on the table, Marvin flipped on the television, browsing the channels until a familiar face caught his eye. He watched in shock as his twin, who he had tried so hard to keep out of the public’s focus, stood in front of a camera and announced his presence to the world. He was aghast, torn between being furious at his brother and being afraid for his safety. He contemplated all the ways he would absolutely murder Jackie for his idiocy, when the idiot himself walked into their apartment.

“Marv!” He whined, slamming the door behind him. “I need coffee! Do we have any left?”

Before the hero could blink, he found himself face to face with his brother.

“How could you be so dumb?!” Marvin hissed, grabbing a fistful of Jackie’s suit. “We have to keep you secret! How could you forget?”

Marvin looked up at his brother, watching as confusion swirling through his pale blue eyes. He was rarely angry, but when he was, he knew Jackie could feel the rage radiating off of him. 

“What are you talking about?”

Without breaking eye contact, Marvin jabbed his finger at the television. “Tell me you didn’t reveal yourself on live TV!”

Jackie freed himself effortlessly from his brother’s grasp, and made his way towards the television. On the screen, he watched as his face spoke to the world.

“I am not the masked hero,” his reflection promised. “I am not who you think I am.”

At this point, Jackie was baffled. Glancing around the screen, he noticed the news ticker scrolled to a new line: Jacksepticeye speaks out against rumors that he is the hooded vigilante. 

“It’s not me,” Jackie whispered, pointing at the name. While he was glued to the program, Marvin had snuck up behind him.

“It’s not you? Then how does he have our face?”

“I don’t know.”

They couldn’t take their eyes off the screen. They had always had so many questions about why they were the way they were, and now, they were one step closer to an answer.

Now, all they had to do was find him.

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