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A NICE SURPRISE
Summary: Anti feels a little down on his birthday, but as it seems, (some of) the Ipliers already had something in mind to fix that!
Notes: There are some heavily implied self-destructive behaviors from Anti (You know how he is with knives), so be warned. Also there's like, a scarily realistic cake of a head, if that bothers anyone lmao??
Lastly, I'd like to express that I don't usually write for the Ipliers, like at all. I think this is actually my first time writing anything a bit more "advanced" with characters like Wilford and Google. I apologize in advance for any mischaracterization!
If there are any errors, please let me know!
It's dark. Empty.
Anti's sitting on the floor by himself, and in front of him, two skulls, one smaller than the other, with candles on top of them.
The fire is causing the wax to melt and slowly drip down the bone. Anti's humming happy birthday to himself.
He's smiling, but part of him is bitter. The others always gather together to celebrate each other's beginning of existence, and yet here he stands, alone.
He has a purpose to fulfill, he knows, and he definitely won't be regretting his decisions any time soon. Not like he can even feel regret anyway.
He's powerful, he's all-knowing, he's admired, he's feared, he's... Alone. But it's fine. He's fine.
...When did the candles snuff out? He must've gotten lost in thought.
...
He buries his face in his hands and lets out a heavy sigh.
His existence matters, he repeats to himself, he's what people stick around for. There are people celebrating, it's not like nobody cares or something- So why does he not feel it?
His knife glitches into existence in his hand. Ah, the lovely memories of Jack- Jack, who no longer exists. Is this what Chase felt like when he lost his family? Boo. This sucks.
He's staring at the blade.
He has no cake to cut, but he can still cut something. Cut something so he's no longer bored, so he can remind himself just how above everyone else he is, how much this doesn't impact him.
He raises the knife, blade facing his neck. He remembers the people loved this one. They talked about him for a very, very long time.
Suddenly, the door swings open, and it's... Wilford? What door?
...Wilford just opened a door into the void. It's okay, he does that sometimes.
Anti immediately lowers the blade, acting like he was just playing around with it.
Behind Wilford, are... Two others. Anti could tell one of them was here prior to even seeing him, just because of the all too familiar ringing that engulfed the room.
...They're all wearing stupid party hats.
“Suuuurpriiiiiiiiiise!”
Wilford brings his gun out from behind him, and fires in the theoretical air in celebration. Instead of a bullet, confetti shoots out, falling in the air.
“Oh̡? ́Ẃhaţ's t́he s͟p͝ec͝ial occ̨a̛sion?”
He smiles, pretending not to know.
...Wilford freezes up as he looks at Anti, his mouth agape and his gun still aimed at the air.
“Your birthday!”
He sounds so sure, but after Anti's reaction, he's starting to honestly doubt?
“It... It is your birthday, right? I- I even wrote it down so I could look at it whenever I forgot! Look, I've got it right here!”
Wilford pulls out something from behind him again, this time a calendar, which he opens and flips through until he gets to October.
“See? Right here, in the big red circle.”
He aggressively pokes his finger on the date of Anti's birthday, which has been circled with a red marker.
“N-N-No, it is today. He's just being a bra-a-at as per usual.”
Google walks up to them, interrupting. Dark trails up as well after realizing he stayed behind.
Google's not entirely sure why he's even here, considering that just being near Anti completely messes with his system.
“Ẃa̛y to r̨uin t͡h͟ę ̀fùn̷.”
Anti smirks as he rolls his eyes.
“No, it's not "fu-u-un", Wilford actually has a hard time re-e-emembering things. Last time I checked, it is considered impolite to use so-so-someone's condition to make them the punchline of a joke.”
Wilford places his hands on his hips as he stares at Google, clearly offended.
...
“What I mean to say is, you're being a bi-i-itch.”
“You don't speak on my behalf, metal man! I can remember things just fine, thank you very much.”
...Darkiplier coughs, bringing attention to himself. When Anti looks at him, he raises his hand to wave.
“H̴e͞llo̢, "Dam̶ien".”
Dark smiles, and lowers his head slightly as he places his hand on his chest, bowing.
“It's good to see you alive and well,”
He heavily emphasized, still smiling through his words despite his sarcastic tone. Anti's own smile faltered.
“Not͞ muc̕h else I can do, r̕eally. I ca̢n't j͢us͏t go di͡e in a di̶tc̨h, ev͏en if I wa̸n͢tèd to. Not ́humàn.”
“Well, then it's a good thing you don't want to.”
Suddenly the air is... Tense?
...
“...Anyway, we have another surprise for you.”
“Oh̵?”
Wilford suddenly covers Anti's eyes, and he hears someone, probably Dark, snap their fingers.
And when Wilford pulls his hands away, Anti is greeted with the sight of a circular table with four available seats, all with their own plates and cutlery, alongside some mystery drinks...
One of the chairs is fancier, positioned in the middle, and in front of it, a silver platter with a tray covering its contents.
Anti's mouth drops slightly as he looks at everything, over and over, blinking in surprise.
“Sit,”
Dark speaks up and, when Anti looks back at him with a dumbfounded look, pinches the bridge of his nose.
“You know where.”
“R̛i̶g͟h͡t̀- Right.”
Anti snaps out of it and walks over to the chair reserved for him, followed by Wilford, Google and Dark picking their own seats.
For some reason, he's reluctant to sit down.
Dark raises a brow at him.
“Why are you hesitant?”
“I͟'ve juśt, err- Nev̨e͢r had s͟omet̷h͞in͏g l̛i̕ke thi͞s happen t͞o m̛e.”
“I thought people lo-o-oved you?”
Dark almost smiles, considering he, too, would probably say something like that- But any sign of a grin is immediately wiped off his face when he notices Anti's unchanging expression.
He's not reacting. He's just standing there, taking it. Why is he just taking it?
...Anti finally sits down, and sighs as he reaches out for the handle of the tray.
“Oh, and before you say anything, it's cake.”
Anti shoots Dark a confused look, before finally lifting the tray off the platter.
...Oh.
It's Chase's head. Or, at least, a hyperrealistic cake version of it. He understands what Dark means now.
“Sooooo? What do you thiiiiink?”
Wilford rests his head on his palms as they balance on the table, blinking repeatedly at Anti with weirdly defined eyelashes.
“Having the head of your enemies served on a silver platter sounded like something you'd enjoy, so we went with that!”
“It was the d-d-dark one's idea.”
Thankfully Dark was only just beginning to pour this mystery drink in his glass, because he would've spat it out.
He glares at Google, who doesn't react. Dark can't tell if he genuinely can't understand he's playing with fire here, or if he just doesn't care. Probably the latter.
“I̧ n͟ev͘e͞r͏ kne͠w I wąs̛ in̡ y̵o͞u͡r h͢ead̀ that mu̕ch.”
Part of Anti is genuinely surprised that Dark was thinking about him, like at all.
...Dark's eye twitches.
“Yes, well- I had to think of something that at least somewhat resembled your... Likeness. I can't interfere with your story, so this is as close as I'll ever be to giving you the real thing.”
Wilford chuckles before he speaks.
“You know what they say! You can defy death, but you can't defy good taste!”
No one says that.
...
“Th̴a̴nḱ yo̡u.”
Dark smiles.
“What was that?”
“I͜ said̨ t̷hank yòu.”
“Ah. Like music to my ears.”
“There is n-n-nothing to your ears besides ringing.”
Dark lets out a sigh of annoyance at Google's comment, but reminds himself that there are other things to prioritize right now.
“Now- Let me do the honors.”
“Sit down. I will cut the cake.”
Google interrupts just before Dark can get up.
“I've already cal-cal-calculated how many pieces I can cut this into.”
Dark is honestly a little hesitant, knowing Google's past... Attempts at AI generated stats.
But maybe that will get a smile out of Anti, so he decides to let him do it.
“...Okay, suit yourself then.”
When Google grabs a knife, Anti can't help but stare. Stare and think.
Dark must've been looking at him, because he began repeatedly tapping his index finger on the table until he got his attention.
Eventually, everyone is served a piece of... Chase. Chase cake? Cheesecake?
...Google can't eat, but he served himself a piece anyway, just to feel included.
Before anyone can dig in, Dark places his hands on the table, pushing his chair back and standing up before taking his glass in his hand.
“I'd like to make a little speech, for the man of the hour.”
Dark gestures to Anti, who cringes and hides the side of his face behind his hand.
But he's chuckling.
“Òh, si̸t ba̕c̵k dów͏n. You look͞ stupid.”
“Ah ah ah. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity,”
“So, I'd like to say that I am glad to be present in this very moment. Present in front of my equals, my friends.”
“We've got all day and night, an endless supply of food and drinks. Let's enjoy a feast made for a king!”
Dark raises his glass.
“A feast for a king!”
Wilford, too, gets up, holding his own glass that he clings with Dark's. Google doesn't move from his seat, like an actual jerk.
For a moment, Anti wonders if he deserves such a grandiose celebration.
But then he quickly remembers he's Anti, the Fandom favorite, and he loves the attention! So he gets up, and clings his own glass.
When everyone sits back down, Anti is looking at Dark, Wilford, and Google. Dark and Wilford are smiling, chatting away as they eat their cake. Google isn't saying anything, but he's listening.
“You know,”
Wilford turns to Anti in the middle of his conversation with Dark.
“I was gonna get you a present, but this one didn't think my pocket knives were good enough!”
He points at Dark, and Anti fakes a gasp.
“Ho̧ẃ dare you do̷ t̡hat, Da̸mi̷en! Sham̷e on you͏!”
“I- You- I never said your pocket knives weren't good enough! You know why knives don't make a good gift! Especially to Anti!”
“I can h̢e͠ar you̕, you ̀kn͏ow.”
“Oh yeah? Well, even if you didn't say that, that's what it felt like!”
Wilford crosses his hands. Dark facepalms, defeated, and Anti's quietly giggling.
It was an honor to get to be casual with them, really. Even if Google didn't take much of a liking to him, he's happy he's here too.
...Hm.
Maybe he wasn't completely above wanting some company, sometimes. And maybe he did want someone to tell him nice things every now and then. There's no problem with that.
...
What a nice surprise.
HIIIII :333
HI MAYTALES HIII HEYYY :3
THAT HURT A LITTLE
Finally posting this here HDJSJDK
Redraw
Original
REALITY
A look into the outside
A TEMPTRESS' FEATHERS
“What a lovely eternal evening.”
A PERFORMANCE OF SPLENDOR
“Good day, fine gentlemen!”
“I will be performing for you tonight, so make sure to raise your glasses in celebration! Celebrate, bask in your gold, and enjoy life!”
“Now, hush and shush, for a fairytale is about to be told...”
Outside his many duties in Purgatory, Kostas enjoys putting up performances, mostly consisting of him narrating stories through song.
THE EXECUTIONER
Kostas is a masked "Silver Watcher", who only ever appears to execute unruly Gold Watchers at Lord Malak's command. It has become a bit of a urban legend in Deadly Decadence that whenever Kostas makes himself known, death looms near...
What is he, really?
KISS UNDER THE MOONLIGHT
Eternity with you is an eternity well spent.
This is rather old and I would've most likely done the lighting much differently now
NIGHT WORTH REMEMBERING
How Eric and Valencia met.
Read the story under the cut!
DREW ANTI IN MAGMA AGAIN YIPPEE 🐈
YOU ARE POISON
“I hate you, and everything about you.”
“All you do is sit on your mighty throne, pretending to have the ability to love and care as if you have not ruined countless lives for your very own selfish benefit. No one truly respects you and you know it- They only keep their mouths shut because they are AFRAID of you. In your core, you are nothing more than another pathetic tyrant, and that is what you always will be.”
“You choose to pick on those who are defenseless against you, only because you know you would not stand a chance against someone truly powerful.”
VALENCIA REFERENCE IMAGE
I realized I never posted this here- So here she is, in her full glory!
I have yet to draw her frenzy form, but imagine a recolor in which her feathers are white and the patterns on them are red, and her clothes are just black and red lol
Doodled Anti in Magma with some friends
In all honesty, I do think you're right. Anti's appearance change was most likely just a design choice LMAO, but the concept is a cool thought!
I do always refer to Antisepticeye as a whole as Anti's emo teenager phase 💀🤚
GUYS I HAVE AN IDEA
What if, red Anti, aka ALTR 114209, is how Anti looks when posing as Chase Brody
And Green Anti, aka Antisepticeye, will be reused, but instead it will be how Anti looks when posing as Jackie-boy Man
AM I COOKING CHAT?
SHABA REFERENCE
Introducing Shaba, my beloved cannibal sheep :3 ♡! She's yet another Dark Deception OC! I've had her for a while but haven't posted her on Tumblr up until this point.
RIN WINTERWAY REDESIGN AND REWRITE
🩵 Rin Winterway is The Kingdom's Wizard of Patience. While magic differs from user to user, Rin's magic manifests as icicles and artificial/magical snow, representative of her cold personality.
🩵 Her main attack is referred to as "The Ropes Of Patience", in which magic particles will fuse together to form blue, tendril-like appendages that "emerge" from her back.
🩵 Besides the fact that they are the magic of a Patience soul, the Ropes Of Patience also get their name from the way they operate. These tendrils will wrap around the enemy, ceasing all movement and causing damage the more the enemy struggles within their grasp. As a result, the enemy is placed in a spot where they have no choice but to patiently wait until the user decides to release them.
EXTRA INFORMATION UNDER THE CUT
🩵 Rin Winterway is the type of person to silently seethe at the, in her opinion, poor choices of those around her.
🩵 She would more than likely make backhanded compliments in order to indirectly address something she doesn't like about someone, whether that be their decisions or something else, and would keep going at it for as long as she needed until something changed.
🩵 Rin Winterway was only respected due to her status as a Wizard- And even then that respect was lukewarm, at best. The citizens of The Kingdom did NOT take a liking to her, but she never gave them the opportunity to latch onto something she did in order to get her to step down.
🩵 Rin is in fact incredibly powerful. Her Ropes Of Patience were no easy task, from conjuring the perfect shape for them, to learning exactly how to control them.
🩵 Rin Winterway not only has trait colored lips- She also has trait colored nails. They're not painted- They ARE that color.
🩵 Trait colored lips and nails are not something you're born with, but rather something that happens as a result of constant use of magic, and in extreme quantities. It's not a normal thing. When a magic user has these physical traits, it is basically a giveaway of bad health due to it being a direct result of overuse of magic.
🩵 Having trait colored lips and nails is not a permanent thing. Similarly to how a scar is very apparent at first but heals overtime, trait colored lips and nails slowly fade. If a magic user has acquired them but then stops overusing their abilities, their trait colored lips and nails will slowly fade until the color on them is barely visible.
🩵 The reason Rin Winterway has only one design in which her trait-colored lips and nails are still very vibrant is due to the fact she wasn't around for long after the war (Which was mainly where she overused her abilities, as well as exhausting herself through training in order to perfect them to PREPARE for the war). To put it simply, they are still vibrant because she didn't have time to heal and died before that point.
RIN WINTERWAY
Except I edited it and it's my design now (Also I fixed the anatomy the best I could)
ORIGINAL ↓
THIS! The idea that Anti is basically able to be anywhere, to be anyone.
He doesn't have one distinct personality or appearance, because his entire being is the negative aspects of several people.
When he presents himself, that is only what he is at that specific moment. It's not who he is entirely. We're only seeing aspects of him, seeing pieces that make up a much bigger picture.
GUYS I HAVE AN IDEA
What if, red Anti, aka ALTR 114209, is how Anti looks when posing as Chase Brody
And Green Anti, aka Antisepticeye, will be reused, but instead it will be how Anti looks when posing as Jackie-boy Man
AM I COOKING CHAT?
I made them in Gacha Life 2 😈
JAMESON JACKSON CODE
LTA3FE5CK
ANTI CODE
C4XNUSQ6X
I tried to make Jameson Jackson look like he belongs in an old Disney cartoon
GUYS I HAVE AN IDEA
What if, red Anti, aka ALTR 114209, is how Anti looks when posing as Chase Brody
And Green Anti, aka Antisepticeye, will be reused, but instead it will be how Anti looks when posing as Jackie-boy Man
AM I COOKING CHAT?