As Someone Who Often Gets Anxiety About This Sort Of Thing, Could Please Reblog This Post And Spread

S t r i k e . 

(Wanted to draw Anti with a floof.) :)

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Everything begins to spin. The world around them isn’t quite real anymore, a fragment in the madness spiraling within her mind. Jinx grabs her head with one hand, the other still stretched out to ward away the whispers, the shapes, the claws that long to grab her. 

ALL YOUR FAULT ALL YOUR FAULT–

She turns to him when he says he sees everything. It must be real, then, and everyone around her must be playing a sick joke. Unless he’s the one playing? Unless… Unless it’s all actually fake? ❝ Shut up! I told you to shut up! ❞ Her words are practically drowned by his, though the shadows seem to listen.

They gather around Anti and she stares, watching them dance around him. Claws and teeth and blank white gazes. Claggor and Mylo, her brothers, the people she killed… They aren’t actually here. She knows that (does she?) yet runs back to Anti anyway.

Jinx reaches out, grabbing at his arms to keep herself steady. The glitching is messing with her, bringing out more shapes and colors she isn’t sure are real. ❝ You’re safe, you’re safe, ❞ she tells him, like she isn’t even sure it’s true. But they’re dancing around them both now, like there’s a barrier, like he’s protecting her. It makes her feel a little better, though the voices continue to course through her mind. Her head twitches, this way and that, looking at who’s talking.

❝ I know, ❞ she hisses to the image. ❝ I know that. You don’t have to tell me! ❞

Oh how the demon wished he could see the world through her eyes right now. Anti longs to see what  t o r m e n t s  the girl for himself, instead of letting his imagination (and oh what a wild imagination he has) come up with the visions and stories. At the very least, Anti can add on to whatever it is troubling Jinx. It wouldn’t be nearly as fun to watch her suffer if he had absolutely zero part in it.

Glitches blur his appearance, distorting him for Jinx’s view in seemingly impossible ways. Bright colors flash around him.  ❝ Sh̢̦u̧͙̮̙t̶ ͕̞̙͉͎͉͡u̷͕̯̝̮p̟̝̭ ̱̠̞͙s͓̥h̗͚̥u̞̭̯̭̺̟t̷͇̥ ̰̮͉u͍̠͎̭͇̖̝p͇̰̥̞̬̦͔!̲,❞ he cackles, tone mocking even in his cheery laughter.

His form shakes and shudders at her touch, Anti glitching backwards just a step and flinging his thin arms out wide. ❝ Safe? Do you even know what safe means? What safe is? ❞ the demon laughed, looking around them as if he too was seeing the figments of Jinx’s fractured mind stood near them. ❝ Don’t have to tell ya what? What do they tell you? Good things? Bad things? Oh I hope its bad h́͢͡ee͠҉h̶̀ah͢͢e̸҉͢ḩe̸͢e̸͜! Do they describe the pain of death? I imagine it was a bombastic way to go! ❞

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JSE EDIT WEEK 6: favorite ego related things [1/?]    ↳ say goodbye

"Antisepticeye"

Just a colored sketch of Anti. I haven't been drawing properly due to burn out and school, plus i don't have any drawings that are good enough to post. I apologize for my absence.

Sketch is from Autodesk Sketchbook, and the Coloring is from Paint Tool Sai 2.

My comment in this piece... My eyes are bleeding.

If i can, i might do this again for the other egos.

Happy New Year, Glitch Bitch! Any plans or resolutions??

❝ Thrills and chills! Murder and mayhem! That’s  A̸̔̽ ̴̃̄͊͂̚L͆͐̍̑̑̊̅͏ ͯW̏ͩ̊ͦ̔͠ ̡̈́̋̆̔̄ͯͨAͩ̄ͩ̎ͦͬ͝ ͆ͭ͠Ẏͦ̓̈́͜ ͒̍ͣ̈ͥ͟Sͯͪ͒ͪ̽ͧ  the plan! ❞

[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood.

— 「 prompt 」 [ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood.

Flashes of bright, colorful light redgreenblueredgreenblue appear out of thin air. The sound of static, a high pitched crackling noise, accompanies it. Anti is there, glitching into sudden existence in the room.

Two toned eyes take in the sight before him, a cruel smile gracing his pale features.

❝ Now isn’t this just a lo͞v̧͟e͢͞ĺ́y̵͞ sight to see,❞ he giggles, voice high and c r a z e d. His eyes locked on to Mireya’s form, taking in the crimson decorating her skin and hair. Blood dripped to the floor, pooling, and Anti kneeled down to dip a finger in the puddle, laughing to himself as he swirled and drew mindless doodles.

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Despite the droplets he flung at her, she made no move to dodge them, allowing for them to splatter across her corpse like features. Clouded eyes, once a vibrant, brilliant blue, remained steadfast in their empty gaze. He reminded her faintly of something, of what or whom, she did not know; the energetic bursts of movement were all too familiar. Perhaps he reminded her of someone else she know, long past? Whatever the reason, it was with that deep seated patience, no matter how deep one had to dig to find it, that she did not attempt to take his head off then and there for encroaching on her space.

A token of our first meeting?

She bit back a laugh at that; perish the thought. Demon blood was something she needed for a barrier construct. Tokens? Trophies? Ah, it was supposedly an accepted fact that murderers would often keep mementos of their victims. She never got into that sort of thing; why bother keeping a physical memento, when you could keep their soul instead? That seemed far more a precious treasure than say, a measly clothing item, or a physical body part of a victim. Then again, souls were only valuable to her kind and others of the like; humans and other supernatural beings couldn’t have been bothered.

“You sound childish,” she mused aloud, unbothered by his words. It was amusing in a way, and in a sense she could detect a certain likeness; both of them seemed to be detached from something. Her with empathy, and to her, he appeared to be out of touch with….probably a lot of things if she cared to dig deeper.

“So I suppose you enjoyed your consequence?” Notice that she did not ask him if he’d like another puncture; she doubted he wouldn’t hesitate to take her up on her offer. Despite having obtained what she came for, she wanted to observe this one a bit more. 

@glitchedknives​

His eyes go black, for only a moment, watching the blood hit it’s target. She didn’t duck and dive, she didn’t try to avoid the splatter at all. Curiouser and curiouser! The longer this interaction kept going, the more interested he was in the other. Anti’s form glitched, static crackling in the air around the two. A part of him wishes to get inside her head, poke around and dig his claws in, but he senses that would end with him enduring more than just a slit throat.

The demon kept close, not afraid of another attack while still being wary of the possibility. He wasn’t sure if she’d try and take more of his blood, even more unsure if he wanted her to. Anti, despite being a demon and having various knowledge of things, doesn’t know the uses of demonic blood and has zero clue as to what the other could possibly want with it. Or what plans she may have to do with it.

Childish? That deterred the demon’s train of thought, his focus back to himself. He grinned wide, neck rolling and head jerking. ❝Got a problem with children?❞ Anti laughed. ❝ Or just a problem with childish acts? Or a problem with me? Am I annoying y̨̛͘ò̴̴u͘ųu͝u̵̕ư͡?❞ Childish was certainly a good descriptor for Anti when he was like this. A preferable attitude and way of being to murderous or crazed. Of course his moods could switch in the blink of an eye.

He raised his hand, a finger trailing across the wound before pulling at the  s p l i t  in his skin. ❝Well I sure as hell ain’t complaining!❞ More blood spilled down his neck, a dark crimson that stood out against his sickly pale skin. ❝You’re not the first to do this! That honor goes to m͞͞e-̡͡͝m̸̧͠ę̸-̕me̵̷!❞ Oh how he enjoyed reminiscing about that day, taking his blade to his host’s throat. This was before he had his own physical form of course, but he sure did enjoy inflicting injuries on himself the human’s body for fun. 

The touch of her fingertips on his skin makes his arm  g l i t c h  and shiver, little bursts of static following in their wake. Anti’s hand is surprisingly still, the blade pressed steadily to the other’s throat. ❝It could be,❞ he hums, curious about her reaction, watching closely. Most people freeze, cry, or deliver such sweet little whimpers when his knife is so near. Not Jinx. And frankly, that’s more fun. Unpredictable. As long as the demon wasn’t seeking those other reactions, which right now he wasn’t, the girl was lucky to not have her throat slit and spilling blood this very second. ❝Would ya like it? I wouldn’t mind giving ya a stab, might even let ya pick the spot!❞ Anti giggled, a high pitched sound that pierced the air.

His form flickers in and out, irritated at the assumption his presence needs to be tolerated. ( which was likely true...definitely true ) But still, it makes a low growl rumble in his chest before he scoffs at her. Jinx is lucky he enjoys this game as much as she does. always watching, always playing

Again static dances in the air around them, demon eyes going black as ink with the hint of pain shooting up his arm as blunt nails dug into his pale skin. Jinx grinned wide, throat getting almost impossibly closer the blade. Anti glances down, almost annoyed at the fact she could have cut herself before he had the chance.

That train of thought leaves as quickly as it came, Jinx’s questions catching his attention instead. Anti looks around them, dark hues seeing nothing but air surrounding them. He’s disappointed, for a second, wanting to see her delusions. Hoping they would appear as he does, distorted and wrong. It would have been fun to have more things like himself to torment and play with little miss Jinxy.

Of course he doesn’t say there is nothing no one there. Where would the  f u n  in that be? No, instead his lips curl into a cruel smile, eyes flashing wildly. ❝He̡̕͞e̷̢h͢͠e̷͢eh̢̕a͞a̡he̡̛ę́hȩe͘!!!❞ Anti cackled, static and flashes of redgreenblue around him.  ❝I see everything, don’t you know that by now? Real? Not real? I see it all!❞ He continues laughing, it growing louder and more manic as Jinx pulls away. The demon lets her, this now more interesting to him then a knife to the throat. ❝S̵H̢̀͘U̧T̡U̕͢P͏́͜SHU̡T́̕U̴̸P̸S͡͡H̵͡U͏T̨͡U̧͟͡P̶!̴ ̀͡H͏͘͞A̢̡H̕͝AHA͜͡A̧҉͝A̷̸͞!̕❞

Continued @glitchedknives​

Little giggles burst forth from her mouth, even when they don’t belong. ❝ What’s all this, then? A present? For little old me? ❞ Her hand trails up his arm, dragging over it until multicolored nails land upon the occupied hand. They splay out just to get a chance to touch the knife. Cold steel, though she can feel it upon her throat as well. It pierces her with its chill, peaceful upon her throat otherwise.

Not for long, the shadows mock. He’ll kill you eventually. You’re just a J I N X AND THAT’S ALL YOU’LL EVER–

They stop talking. It’s just to allow Anti to say his piece, confirming all of it, pulling at every insecurity nestled within her chest. Yet her expression refuses to break. Momentary insanity leaves her eyes flicking away from him, but it’s not enough to pull her attention away entirely.

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