This Turned Out A Lot Better Than I Thought, So I’m Posting It. Here’s A Little Bust Of Marvin The

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A sad Pat. Give the man a hug, somebody

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Logan and Patton are cuddling, and have both taken their glasses off. Logan says he has to get up and do something. Obviously Patton protests and clings closer. Logan extricates one arm from Patton and reaches for his glasses. When he puts them on, Patton makes a war flashback face and mumbles “the dreaded return of the glasses” to which Logan replies by grabbing Patton’s glasses, announcing “now with 100% more glasses”, and putting them on Patton’s face.

“Dad joke,”

“Damn,”

October prompts Day 22: Crown (Egoshiptober) word count: 757 pairing: Henrik x Chase

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Henrik busied himself getting his house in order. He never had the time to fully clean up. It was always little things here and there when he did have time. But today was special. Today he would have company. Company he wanted to give a good impression for. Even if it didn’t really matter since they had been by before. Chase had called him that morning saying he was going to pick up his kids before asking about them coming by with lunch. Henrik, of course, agreed. He trusted Chase to pick up something he liked. Even if sometimes he got it wrong.

As he was finishing up with the dishes, he thought he heard a vehicle pull into the driveway. Then he paused when he realized that he hadn’t unlocked the door. He shrugged off the thought; Chase had a spare key so he didn’t need to get the door. Besides, that gave him the extra couple minutes to finish the last of the dishes. As he dried his hands Henrik heard the front door open. “Ah! Finally the king returns to his castle.”

Rolling his eyes, Henrik set the dish towel on the counter and walked out to the living room. Chase wore one of those cardboard crowns from the fast food restaurant and carried a to-go drink carrier and a bag of food. “What are you going on about?”

“Hi, Henrik,” Sam cheerfully greeted him. Morgan echoed his sister. They each held a to-go bag from the burger place they had gone to. Henrik smiled and greeted them.

“Clearly I am a king,” Chase told him gesturing to the cardboard crown. “And if Princess Samantha and Prince Morgan could deliver our feast to the table and wash their hands we shall dine.”

Neither of the kids had crowns, it was only Chase. Both kids laughed as Chase continued with his act. Morgan ran to the dining room to drop the bag on the table before heading to the bathroom to wash his hands. Sam wasn’t in as big of a hurry but left the room as well. “A king is it?”

Chase walked over to Henrik. “Yep. A king.” He gave him a kiss on the lips. Henrik laced his fingers with Chase’s free hand and they walked to the dining room. Chase set the drinks and bag down on the table.

“That may be, but this is my castle. So what role do I have then?”

It didn’t take Chase long to decide on his answer. “You’re my queen obviously.”

Henrik raised a brow and pulled his hand back from Chase. “I’m sorry, but did you just say I was the queen?” His tone bordered on offended. Chase was sure however, that it wasn’t to be taken seriously.

“Yeah, of course. What other role would you have other than my queen?”

“Henrik’s not a queen,” Morgan argued after hearing Chase’s question.

Sam, having heard her brothers statement, called from the bathroom, “Yeah, Dad, you got it wrong.”

“Yeah! You should switch titles,” Morgan spoke up again.

“Hey, no. You two are supposed to be on my side.”

Henrik smirked. “I think I agree. This is my castle after all.”

Chase crossed his arms. “My crown. My title.”

Reaching over, Henrik removed the crown from his head and, as he rested on his own head stated, “My castle. My position by default.”

“Hey, that’s not fair. You can’t just take the crown.” Chase tried to grab it back but Henrik stepped back behind a counter-top easily putting him out of reach.

“Is that anyway to speak to your king?” Henrik questioned him. He took note that everyone was present. “Now, Jester, it is time to eat.”

The kids laughed at their fathers new title. “Je-jester?” Chase cried out. “Why jester?”

With a smile, Henrik told him, “Because you are the entertainment for the prince and princess tonight.”

“I guess,” he grumbled. “But I don’t like that title. Can I just be Dad again?”

Henrik removed the crown and set it on the counter as he walked around it. “I suppose. But only if we sit down and have lunch.”

“Alright, kids, let’s eat.” Sam and Morgan grabbed at the bags searching for their food. With a smile Henrik kissed Chase on the temple as the other man opened the third bag to help sort the food.

When I was wide awake this morning, I started thinking about what my own version of Robbie would be like. This list is the result:

Innocent boi - soft and gentle

He soft, but he attac (don’t hurt his family or anyone small and helpless)

“Mouth not make words…right”

Clumsy, but he tries (he has two left feet and his grip isn’t that great)

He’s surprisingly great at coloring and is always cautious when holding small, fragile animals

He exists because Marvin was playing around with an old spell book in a cemetery (gosh dang it Marvin). He tried to hide Robbie, but the curious zombie couldn’t help but shuffle out of his bedroom when the other egos were making so much noise.

Anti was silent and didn’t say much when they were introduced, but he was the first to offer when he needed a place to sleep (he quickly decided that the poor zombie needed a big brother mentor to teach him.

He likes soft things and small places (he hides sometimes to find comfort), but he is terrified of absolute darkness - it reminds him of being trapped underground.

He’s the shortest, but he insists that’s only because he can’t really stand without slouching (sure Jan…)

He is a SASSY bugger when he wants to be.

Marvin and Chase help him improve his communication beyond grunts and ‘yes’ and ‘no’

Anti and Schneep work with him on his motor skills (Schneep mainly helps him with his walking, while Anti plays catch and little games with him)

Jameson, bless his heart, was the one that taught Robbie how to properly use eating utensils. (”Robbie don’t need…fork” *proceeds to shovel food with his hands* Jameson about had a heart attack)

So yeah, that’s what I came up with. I might start writing about him, I don’t know

I love these 2 so much

@taikeero-lecoredier @therealjacksepticeye

i’m always soft for damien. he’s so sweet :’)

Character wise it doesn’t really make sense but I though it was kind of a cool concept

okay fuck it hi im damien and im sorta new to mcytblr but not really i just dont have many mutuals within the fandom and i wanna change that SO! if you post about any of the following, please like/rb:

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id also like to make some mutuals who were fans of unus annus so yall feel free to like/rb too! thanks :)