It’s about freakin’ time!

I dropped by my AO3 account, and I discovered that *gasp* they actually have the right tags for Mark and Jack’s many alter egos!

So guess who spent over an hour re-organising the tags on her fanfic, so they better reflect the actual content of the fic? :)

Broken

(This wasn’t requested by anyone, and is a quasi-vent piece. My husband was entered into the hospital yesterday, and I’ve got a lot of worry and whatnot in my head that needs to be sorted out. And so, I write.

Though I haven’t actually seen the new Chase video and have only partaken the spoilers and theories, I feel it nonetheless fits with what I have planned for my Darkness ‘verse, and for Anti and the Septic Boys in it.)

Time is essentially meaningless when you’re the adopted son of a legit god.

He knew he could be something of a brat sometimes, quick to anger and with a love for tricks. Pops was often a study in patience in dealing with his quicksilver moods, and Meg looked upon him as an annoying but loveable little brother (even though he’d been born into this new life first).

The strange electrical “glitches” that happened tended to hurt, but they were occurring less and less frequently now. He was beginning to feel stronger and more confident in this new body and, as his sense of control grew, the memories of the life from before were slowly starting to come back into his mind.

(A brief bit written by me and @southerndragontamer together, on a whim I had.) "Oh, you liked that, d̴i̵d̷ ̴y̷o̸u̸?̶" Anti giggles.

Grace’s lips quirk a bit. “For your information, glitch demon, what I’d like is for a day when you’re not setting us on fire. Or planning to.” She shakes her head fondly. “I swear, you and Dark are gonna kill us before you even show up! We’re so damn twitchy right now.”

Anti cackles gleefully. "Oh, I'm only just getting started, stepmum o' mine."

Grace groans into her hands. “I liked having sanity, though. I’m amazed I kept it through freaking OverNightWatch of all things! That was sheer insanity!” She then grins a bit. “Alia is really excited to see you again, you know.” 

Then it finally hits what he called her and she blushes a bright crimson, clearly not having expected the endearment.

"Aww, yer gettin' all blushy! Least yer not an evil stepmum. That would be..." Anti flinches visibly when he hears Dark's distant telepathic bellow of his name. "Whoops! Gotta run! He knows I wandered from my post."

“Be safe, Anti, and tell Dark I said hi!” she says as she hugs him gently.

"Not to worry, mum. We'll all be home in time for Christmas." He glitches away, giggling.