#and considering things like how he saved dapper through knowing how to prevent forever from warping

[dyketubbo]

ik some people dont like considering the fact that minecraft is a game into their interpretation of lore but tbh i really like lore that acknowledges that their lives adhere to video game mechanics and thats a part of why i like that tubbo doesnt shy away from including his knowledge of game mechanics in his roleplay. it adds to his character and story and tubbos knowledge of how the game works directly translates to his character being extremely intelligent and skilled

and i think a big part of why people dont like acknowledging that tubbo isnt fail rping by using the game mechanics to his advantage is because they dont like admitting that hes intelligent. they dont like him being more than just the dumb bee boy. they dont like him being able to get a one up on their faves even though their faves are using game mechanics to their advantage too, hell because their faves are doing it too.

using game mechanics to his advantage isnt fail rp. being intelligent and skilled in his own way isnt fail rp. the admins keep him in line when they need to and when they dont they let him do his thing because no matter how many people get upset about it, tubbos knowledge of how the game works is fun and its cool to see.

a good roleplayer knows how to use the medium to their advantage. tubbo isnt failing rp or breaking the no metagaming rules in any way that actually ruins anyone elses enjoyment. hes just using the medium to his advantage. minecraft is a video game and there are literally plot points that depend on acknowledging that. tubbo is intelligent and on top of that he is a good roleplayer and its fine that he roleplays in a different way than some other ccs do because that makes him interesting. if you dont like it then theres a very easy solution: dont watch him

#mask mews #qsmp #tubbo #trust me i hate ccs breaking rp etiquette as much as the next purrson. maybe even more #but i dont think tubbo is breaking rp etiquette whatsoever hes just playing the game in a way thats fun for him #and considering things like how he saved dapper through knowing how to prevent forever from warping #i think its actually good that the admins let him get away with being a little meta #it keeps things interesting and in some cases it actually helps to keep things fair #to have someone who knows intimately how to play the game and isnt afraid to be open about it and share that knowledge with others #bc tubbo doesnt just make it into a big joke nor does he keep it to himself #he helps others with this knowledge and informs them of it too so theyre on the same playing field. and imo thats cool of him

[beerecordings]

That Which Remains

Part 12 of My Brother’s Keeper (Part 1 l Previous l Next)

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Four of his brothers, caged in one single room, so helpless, so distraught. Anti’s out for blood. Anti does not forgive betrayal so easily.

Chase promised.

He promised to get Schneep and go. He promised to protect Jameson.

Chase promised.

Then again, he's made many promises in his life that didn't come to be, and Anti is there already, there in front of him before he even has a chance to lift Henrik into his arms or drag Jameson towards the stairs. The demon's presence on the third floor makes the air split and glitch with color, and Chase hollers and falls back, grabbing Jamie's wrist and trying to pull him away.

“He's coming, let's go! Jamie, please!”

But Dapper is stiff with terror and held tight by a desperate, painful kind of love, the only kind he has ever known. He yanks free of Chase's grip and staggers towards Anti's appearing form in the middle of the room.

“Well, little one, what's this?” croons Anti, apparating with black eyes and a face like a corpse. Parts of his body are spasming uselessly from Jackie's light, but for the most part he is whole and unharmed. “Chase Brody, alive? That isn't what I told you I wanted to return to, is it, my Dapper love?”

“I'm sorry.” Dapper's hands are shaking so much he can hardly sign. “I'm sorry, I couldn't.”

In fact he'd turned back the fate of the cosmos to prevent it, but he hasn't quite come to terms with that yet. He decides to weep instead of explaining. Anti's always liked to see him cry.

“Oh, Dapper, you couldn't?” Anti shakes his head, but he's hardly pretending to be hurt, his eyes burning with abhorrence and his mouth twisted up in a blood-stained smile. “You're a cold, faithless little creature. How could you betray me, mhuirnín? You'll have to be punished.”

Dapper's eyelashes drip hot tears and he's gasping like his chest is caving in. He doesn't want to die. He doesn't want to die. “Anti, I'm sorry.”

“No, puppy,” laughs Anti, tossing his knife in his hands. “Not sorry yet.”

“Leave him the fuck alone!” Chase screams. “Jamie, come here, come away from him!”

“Ah, Chase Brody,” Anti's attention is turned and he stares at him with glittering eyes. “Beautiful little brother. Dammit. I really didn't plan to meet you tonight. Here's the thing, you useless excuse for a living creature – now that I meet you I don't really want to kill you.”

Chase shivers, crawling away with Henrik in his arms. Fuck, he wishes Jackie would hurry up.

“It happens all the time with people I hate,” Anti grumbles, shaking his head. “It's a fucking pain, really. I hate to kill someone like you when I could be having real fun, you know? Why devour your dura mater when I could hold you in my basement and make you beg for blood loss? Why suck your spine dry when I could watch you scream for months on end?” He moves forward and takes Dapper by the back of the throat, making his little brother whimper.

“No, looking at you now, I think I'd rather see my two baby brothers destroying each other in the pursuit of my attention. Wouldn't that be fun? Fighting for kisses and kindness? What's your favorite flavor of blood, Chase? Dapper's is anything positive, by the way.”

“Let him go, dude! Fuck, you are so messed up!”

“'Let him go, dude!'” Anti mimicks. There's so much hatred in his eyes it makes Chase shake just to look at him. He bends low over Henrik and holds him close. He'll protect his brother's body with his own if he has to. “You know, you're really pretty annoying, little brother,” Anti adds. “Maybe I could kill you after all.”

His grip tightens on Dapper's neck. “Maybe I could kill you both.”

“Leave them alone!” cries Jackie, his voice raw with agony, finally making it down the stairs. He's limping like a shot dog, but he's here, and Chase could cry for relief when he comes to stand in front of him.

“For fuck's sake,” Anti laughs, digging his claws into Jameson's neck until his little brother is crying from pain and fear alike. “I thought we were done dancing for tonight.”

Jackie needs to summon a light. Jackie needs to summon enough light to send Anti away. But the little one – the littlest one, the littlest brother –

He's been alive all this time, hasn't he? He's been alive and I let Anti have him. I've failed him like I failed Marvin. Why can't I do fucking anything right?

“Jackie, do something!” Chase screams. “That's Jameson, that's our brother! Don't let him hurt him!”

His heart is broken and he knows he can't summon enough. He can't save anyone anymore. He is small and broken and lost, and though his hands glow and his eyes illuminate, there is too much despair and too little strength left within him to send the demon away.

“I'm so sorry,” he whispers, and then his knees give out beneath him and his despair makes him gag and choke.

Chase lets out a desperate groan and grips at his hair, trembling. There has to be a way to stop this.

I promised. I promised I wouldn't let Anti hurt him. Not Jackie, me. I promised I wouldn't let this happen.

Anti heaves Jamie into the air, and Dapper's neck sobs blood from crescent moon cuts, bruising purple and black. Jameson's shaking so hard he can barely think, but he doesn't bother trying to move time again. Anti has always been his god, and there's no escaping his wrath, not really, not forever. Besides, he deserves it.

I broke the rules, he thinks, and closes his eyes. I broke the rules and this is the punishment. Maybe if I die quietly he'll forgive me.

He stops his struggle and waits, waits for a sanguine deliverance from all that he has suffered. Anti rewards him by freeing his right hand and carding it, gentle, through his hair, while he kills him with the left.

“Aww,” the demon purrs, stepping closer with Jameson dangling from his hand. “Can't get it up, can you, Jackieboy? Well, you always were a worthless little rat. You always were a light that burned only for itself. I think it's time you learn another lesson about trying to play hero.”

“Anti,” gasps Jackie, trying to get back to his feet, without success. “Anti, let him go. Take me. Take me in his place.”

“Your hand is empty, mo deartháir, be silent. I'm so very tired of the endless beating of your hearts. I think I'll eviscerate all four of you. I think I'll sink my teeth into your throats and finally get a taste of good warm blood. And when you are all stretched out unmoving on the floors of this building, blood still pouring from your fountain hearts, blue with death, so stiff, so heavy, I will track down your little Jack myself and make sure – ”

The gun is a .44 double action Magnum with a silver four-inch barrel stuffed full of fat lead bullets. It's one of the most powerful little handguns ever distributed. Chase bought it after Henrik and Marvin disappeared because he never felt safe anymore. Anti's sustaining a mostly physical form and the bullet strikes him squarely in the forehead. If he were human, he'd be dead in an instant, his skull punctured and his brain splattered across the walls of the skeleton building. As it is, he glitches, drops Jameson, and leans slowly over, his fingers reaching up to find the wound in his head.

Chase grips the gun in his right hand. His mouth is tight and his eyes do not move. His hands are very steady.

“C̵h͞ase̵ ͘͢B̕ro̕͟ḑ̀́y̴҉̸ ” Anti chokes, his voice static and faraway like a radio station that can't stop cutting in and out. His body sways and spasms and flickers dizzily in the darkness. “ Wh͟͜͞a̡t̸̢̀ ͡a̶̷̕ ̛͝ś̀il̶͜ly̡ ̵p͟u͝p͏̧͝ṕe̕t͟͝ ̷ý̨͠ơ̴͠ų҉ ̕͡a͏͢r̨̕͢e͢͝҉ .”

Something that looks like blood runs fast from his mouth and head.

Dapper screams without sound and shoves himself back onto his feet, reaching out for Anti. His hands pass right through his brother's body and he gasps again and again, trying to catch Anti or touch him or tell him somehow, anyhow, that everything would be okay, that he was here, that he would protect him now, that he loved him and he was sorry.

“P҉o͏̕o̡r̸͢ ̴͝D̵̛͠á̕p̧ṕȩr͏ ̸͠bo҉̵͏y̶̶ ,” Anti hisses through a throat that bleeds like a waterfall, and Dapper struggles to understand, his desperate hands outstretched. “ Y̛͏͏ó̷̧u̡҉̶ ̨s̵͘͢a͝v̶e͏͢d̡ ̴̕͏h̷im̴.̶́ ̸͞N̴o̵̷͞w̡ ̶͘b́͟e͢͠ ̨h̷͢͡i͘s̕, ̴̕t͢r̵ą͝it̶͠͡ǫ̸̶rơu͢s̨̀ ̸͘c̢re̡àt̛ure͞.̡”

“No,” say Dapper's hands, and then Jackie grabs his arm and yanks him away.

“Anti!” Dapper makes an A to slash his own throat open and thrashes in Jackie's grip. “Anti, don't leave me! I'm sorry!”

Anti looks up with eyes that burn red, and stares directly at Chase.

“ Yo͡҉ứ ͢͡w͟͏͡i͘̕͢l̢l règ҉ret͜ t͡͠ha̧t̷͘ my ͏l̡̛̕i͡t͞t̸́ļ̴è̀ ̸ps̕͢y͏̕c͜͟h̨o̡pá͜th̛ ̷́did ̸̨͡ǹ͟o̡t̵ k͘í̴ll̨͘ ͢yơ͝u͢,” he promises. “ You ͞wil͢l regre͏t̷ th́at͞ you͠ e̡ve͟ŗ ͜su͞r͞v͝i͞v̕èd ͡p̷as̡t ͘the͠ ̴da̵y҉ of͟ yo̢u̷r͠ c͢r̶ea͏tiǫn,͝ ͞Chase͜ B̴r̢o͡d͡ý. I will͘ ͞hu͢nt̡ you̶ d҉ow̵n. ͏A͏nd I̡ will͟ ͜m͠ake ̧y̸òu p̴ay.̡”

“Leave him alone!” Jackie screams, and then Anti is gone.

Anti is gone.

He leaves behind the smell of ash, and a static crackle in the air, and Jameson, his hands frozen in the middle of Anti's name, two fingers set on his bruised throat.

“Anti,” he says. “Anti, Anti. Anti, don't go.”

Too late. Too late. Too late.

His brother can’t be gone. Anti can’t be gone. Didn’t he tell him he’d always take care of him? Didn’t he tell him they’d always stand side-by-side? No, this is too much, too much, too awful and overwhelming, and Jameson - Jameson -

Jameson collapses. Jackie catches him and tumbles to the ground with his little brother in his arms. For a long moment, he just stares at the gun in Chase’s hands, because he’s never seen a bullet work on Anti before and he can tell that something’s wrong. He just doesn’t know what.

He takes a breath, tries to calm down, and then starts to cry, starts to cry for so many different reasons. For Chase, now at the epicenter of Anti's anger, for Henrik, tortured and ill, for his aching back and his missing brother and his sleeping friend and for this long-lost brother, lying still and sorrowful in his lap.

“Alive,” he sobs, burying his face in Jameson's shoulder. “Alive, alive, alive!”

Chase carries Henrik over to them and sits down beside them. He wraps an arm around Jackie's stomach and he holds all three of his brothers as close as he can.

“It's okay,” he whispers, closing his eyes and trying to breathe. “It's going to be okay. Everything's going to be okay.”

And Jackie, bent with fear and loss and pain and, somewhere deep in his chest, one little blue sliver of hope, can only pray that his brother speaks truth.

#chase brody #antisepticeye #jameson jackson #jackieboyman #bee writes #my brother's keeper #my brother's keeper 12 #whew okay i have been plotting so much in the last couple days #everything here should be ready to go #tell me if the zalgo is too difficult to read #gore tw

[dragonlover123a]

Demonic Guardian

(E/c)- Eye Color

(H/s)- Hair style (curly, straight, fluffy, etc)

(H/l)- Hair Length

(H/c)- Hair Color

(S/c)- Skin Color

(Y/h)- Your Heritage (White, Black, Hispanic, etc)

(M/n)- Mom's Name

Being scared, lost and alone was one thing, but being five years old and stalked by a creepy older man who said he was friends with your Mommy? That was on a whole other level.

You, a little 5 year old kid with striking (e/c) eyes, gorgeous (h/s), (h/l), (h/c) hair, and probably the clearest (s/c) a five year old can have, was currently running for your life from a strange man.

"Get back here you little bi-" he yelled, only pausing his insult to look up at the other man whose leg you had just ran into.

Not even bothering to look up, you apologized. "I-I'm sowwy, I-I didn't see you, pwease excuse me" you stammered out, trying to stand back up, only to fall to the ground again. Only this time, a large pale green hand with black claws flashed out to grab your arm and prevent you from hitting the ground.

Finally looking up, you realized why the man chasing you was so frightened. This dude was huge! Taller than what's considered normal. Not only that, but he had glowing green eyes in pools of black, and a huge bleeding gash across his throat that didn't seem to bother him at all. But despite his frightening appearance, his eyes where gentle as they looked you over for any injuries. "Are ye okay lass?" He asked in a strange voice, and accidentally showing off razor sharp teeth.

You shook your head and glancing at your pursuiter before looking back at him. His eyes followed your gaze and he seemed to understand what exactly was going on. "Lassie," he whispered in your ear, "I can protect you from him, but ye have to pretend like I'm yer adopted father okay? And then we can find yer real parents once he's gone"

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, "Daddy! The big meany over there is trying to take me somewhere bad!" You exclaimed. Yup, you've done this before. Mostly with cops though. Sometimes you did it with people who liked to dress up as your favorite superheroes, but that's for another time.

The scary looking man you where holding onto stood up to his full height as he placed you on his hip and stared down the now nervous looking creep. "Is this true?" He asked, "are you trying to take away my daughter?"

"W-well, I-I, I didn't realize she was-" he stammered out, clearly fearing for his life right now. The one holding you stepped closer. "I would highly suggest you get out of my face right now," he growled out, "otherwise the little one might see something that will haunt her nightmares for the rest of her life, and I personally don't want that"

The other man wasted no time in getting the hell out of there. Smirking in triumph, the tall scary looking man looked down at you. "Now that he's gone, may I have your name, little one?" He asked. You looked down and bit the inside of your cheek. Mommy had always told you not to give your name to strangers, but this one did just save your life. "It's (y/n)" you muttered, and he smiled, seeming to know what you just said. "Beautiful name. Now, let's see about finding yer parents, shall we? They must be worried sick"

After a while of walking, you learned a few things about him. Like that he wasn't human, and he was more than a century years old. Also about what he can do, like travel through phone wires and track down your mother just by your scent alone. Finally after what seemed like forever, you spotted her. "Mommy! Mommy I'm over here!" You called out, waving to her.

The woman looked up from the security desk and breathed a sigh of relief, not even fazed by the strange man holding you. "Oh thank you so much for finding her! I was so worried!" She exclaimed, taking you from him, "I'm (m/n), and you are?" "Anti" He responded, turning to leave, "you be a good girl (y/n), and we might just meet again" he called over his shoulder

You never forgot him, and you never saw him again. Until twenty years later you where coming home drunk and a bunch of men where following you. And you, at 25, had grown up to be a gorgeous young lady. Only problem? You had stopped growing way to early in life and was stuck at a miniscule 4'6. Your body had developed like it should have, so you where proportionate, you where just really short and sometimes it sucked, like right now. After some (sort of?) quick thinking, you ducked into a nearby alleyway only to find out you where blocked by a wall and now trapped. And you where about to accept your fate, when a pair of long, black jeaned legs stepped out in front of you and you heard an all to familiar voice before you blacked out.

Next thing you know, you woke up at home in your own bed as the morning sun shone through your window. Getting up and putting on a comfy robe, you walked down to the kitchen to make your preferred morning drink, only to stop in your tracks when you saw a familiar figure on your couch. Making your drink now forgotten, you studied the sleeping man in your living room. First thing you noticed was how big he was compared to your tiny customized couch. His head was resting against the back cushions, his wide shoulders on one arm and the small of his back was on the other while his butt and legs hung off. Next thing you noticed however was the green skin and the large bloody gash across his throat. Could this be the same man? There was no way after 20 years he looked exactly the same, could he? Now curious you decided to lean in a little closer. Bad idea. His eyes flew open and before you could react, his forehead connected with your nose as he was trying to get up. Spoiler alert: a glitchy demonic entity's head is a lot harder than yours. Now screaming in pain, you fell into the now empty couch cushions.

Realizing what he just did, Anti rushed to your side. "Holy shit, I am so fookin sorry!" He apologized, placing a hand over the one over your bleeding nose. "Lemme see the damage, I can fix it." You shook your head no and tried keeping your hand there, but he was stronger. He quickly assest the situation before getting all the needed supplies to bandage up your broken nose. All the while he explained who he was, why he was in your shitty apartment, and that he recognized you from when you where a child, which confirmed your suspicions.

In the next years, you would learn to really truly love this demon who really cared for you, meet and become part of his crazy little family that consists of, a zombie, a superhero, a doctor, a dapper mute, a vlogger, a magician and an explorer. After a few years, Anti finally struck up a nerve to ask you if you would be his forever and of course, you said yes. Decades past, and you start to become old and gray. While he on the other hand, seemed to stay young, strong and tall.

He knows your at the end of this wonderful journey, and he's kinder, more patient as he helps you with your day to day routine and memory problems. Soon enough your laying on your deathbed, your hand on his cheek as a tear slips out of his eye and down his cheek. "I don't want to lose you Little One" he chokes out. You smile, and study his everlasting features one last time. "You won't Anti, I promise" you breathe out, before going still.

He holds your still body as he cries, and his brothers are a little surprised too actually see him like this. "Zere iz nozing ve can do for her now" Schneeplestien says, placing a hand on his demonic brothers shoulder. "But, ve can turn her remainz into a diamond and embed it into your knife." He offered. Anti nodded and let go of (y/n). He made a vow, and he was going to keep her by his side for all eternity, for he had become her Demonic Guardian

A/n: I legit choked up writing the end there. So I hope you enjoyed it angst gremlins. But anyway, feedback is always appreciated and reblogs are better than likes, yadda yadda that kinda stuff

#jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #writersforjack