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To whomever is going through and reblogging all my old JSE egos fanfic: I'm very glad you enjoy them and thank you for sharing them with others but also how the FUCK did you even find them I haven't written any JSE stuff in ages

hey um..do you rp by chance? I was just curious..

I do! And I apologize that we both didn't rp Lately School got me very busy + my mental health is not the greatest at the moment but yeah.. I do RP any kind beside the well Um you know ones... btw I am answering this at like 5 am in the morning

This the only way to keep you safe JBM and Jamie

(Mentions of being drugged. Nothing bad happens, I promise, but I felt the need to issue a warning nonetheless.)

“Please, JJ, you have to hide,” Jackie whispered. They were the only ones home, and someone had just broken in. They’d shot out the window, yelling Jackie’s name. A criminal he’d locked up in the past, after revenge. Jackie had locked himself and JJ in Schneep’s lab, but the criminal would find them sooner or later. “There’s a secret room behind a panel in the operating room, okay? Grab a scalpel and go in there.”

“I can’t leave you to fight the man alone! You haven’t got any of your enchanted items, and we’ve a better chance two-to-one.”

“He has a gun! I’m not letting you risk it. I handle this kind of stuff all the time. I’ll be fine, just go hide!”

JJ shook his head. “I’m not going to let you face him alone! You take risks to help others every day, allow someone to take a risk to help you!” Jackie cursed in his mind. JJ wasn’t going to back down. But he had an idea.

“Okay, okay. Let me find some weapons,” he murmured. He could hear crashing outside the door, the criminal still yelling as he tore the house part to find the hero. Jackie stood up and crept to the cabinets. He grabbed a new syringe and very carefully filled it with a sedative. Schneep had showed him how to measure the does properly once, and that knowledge had never been put to use. Until now.

JJ was watching the door. Jackie swallowed the guilt rising up in him. He snuck up behind JJ and stuck the needle in his arm. JJ tried to jerk away, but Jackie held him still. “Jackie, w-what are-”

JJ started to get tired. “I’m sorry, but if you won’t listen…this is the only way to keep you safe. I’m so sorry.” JJ went limp, and his breathing got slow. Jackie dragged him to the secret room, left a scalpel next to him, and closed the panel. He went back into the main room, just as the criminal began trying to force the door open.

18 and 22 all dah angst between my sons! Jackie and JJ

(”It’s not your job to protect me,” and “You don’t understand how dangerous this is,” yeah? Poor JJ and Jackie, getting a good bit of angst today.)

Sometimes, Jameson hated how helpless he felt. Other times, he hated how the other treated him like he was helpless. So he asked Jackie to teach him some fighting, both defense and offense. And now, he and Jackie’s small errand run together had turned into running from a crazed villain who was using a flamethrower to terrorize the farmer’s market. 

Jackie texted Marvin, who sent his gear over through a magic portal. JJ and Jackie were hiding in a nearby bathroom while Jackie got his gear on. When he came out, he put a hand on Jameson’s shoulder. “Stay here until I come to get you, okay?”

“Certainly not!” Jameson exclaimed, raising his fists. “I may not have the assistance of magic items, but I can still be of assistance! I know you are a hero and used to protecting those around you, but I am quite capable of protecting myself thanks to your training! This time, good sir, it’s not your job to protect me! We can better protect all those people out there together!”

Jackie shook his head. “No, no way. Didn’t you see him? He’s a maniac! He’ll hurt you!”

“He’ll hurt you as well! He can’t can’t aim that terrible device at the both of us at once! There is strength in numbers!”

“You don’t understand how dangerous this is! I am not letting you go near that guy!”

“I’m in danger either way, should he happen to come over here!” Jameson yelled, the words on his speech slide twice the size they normally were, the slide shaking. There was something besides just wanting to do the right thing fueling his determination to fight, Jackie could tell.“Let me prove I’m not helpless!”

Jackie’s heart broke a little. When JJ had come to him asking to learn some fighting moves, Jackie assumed he’d just wanted to be ready in case of an Anti attack. “JJ, we don’t think you’re helpless. But this is just too dangerous” he said softly. “Please, just stay here.”

JJ shook his head. “You say you don’t think it, but your actions say otherwise. You barely agreed to train me, I had to beg you! You thought I couldn’t handle it!” There were tears in his eyes now, angry ones. “But I can! Let me help you!”

Jackie put his a hand in his utility belt. “I’m sorry JJ. We shouldn’t have made you feel this way. But this isn’t how to solve the problem.” He rubbed the small stone in the pocket and hoped that the enchantment would work. Sure enough, a small portal opened up. It showed the living room. “I’m not going to let you get hurt because you want to prove yourself.” He gave JJ a little push, and the young ego fell through the portal. It closed, leaving Jackie to face both the villain and his guilt all alone.

The Wilford and jj fic you reblogged inspired me so how about "if anything happened to you..." With Marvin and hurt!jj

(Small blood mentions warning! And a teensy bit of drinking.)

Jameson limped into the house. As far as he knew, everyone else was out. Marvin was doing a show, Jackie was on a patrol, Schneep was at work, Chase was at his studio,and Robbie was helping Chase in whatever challenge the vlogger had planned. 

It was just as well. He didn’t want to give the others another reason to worry about him all the time. And…and he didn’t want them to think he couldn’t handle himself anymore than they already did. He’d put up a good fight, and he was proud of it. The other man had simply been stronger.

Of course, Jameson shouldn’t have gone to a bar without someone accompanying him. It was just foolish. But he’d wanted a drink, and the house had been emptied of alcohol for Chase’s sake. He only had one glass of whiskey, that was all. But as he’d left a man who had very clearly had far more drinks had stumbled into him, and had decided that it was Jameson’s fault.

And now Jameson was hobbling towards the doctor’s lab to take care of a few scrapes, and maybe a painkiller for his leg.

He washed his wounds and put some antiseptic on them, then bandaged them as best he could. Unfortunately he also had a split lip and, courtesy of a ring the man had on, a cut on his cheek. The other injuries would be easy to hide, he was sure he could even power through the limp, but the ones on his face would give him away. 

Could he lie about how he got them?

He heard the front door slam closed and nearly jumped out of his skin.

“ANYBODY HOME?”

Marvin.

Jameson bit his lip without thinking, and yelped. It only made the cut worse, and now his mouth tasted foul. He realized too late that he’d sent the speech slide to Marvin. “JJ? Why’re you in the lab?”

“Well I um, I am afraid that I…injured myself slightly.” He winced. Why hadn’t he lied?!

“What? Let me see you, are you okay?” 

Jameson turned around and tried to play it off as nothing. “I tripped in the garden. It’s nothing to be concerned about.”

Marvin looked at him in disbelief. “Nothing? JJ, what about those?” he said. He was pointing to Jameson’s arm. He’d forgotten to roll down the sleeve. Marvin looked at them, at the spots of red marring the bandages, and his expression turned angry. “How did that really happen?”

“W-what do you mean? I told you, I fell in the garden.” He hadn’t taken any painkiller. His leg was beginning to hurt much, much more the longer he stood. He was starting to feel lightheaded…

“That didn’t happen from tripping in the yard. If anything happened to you…” Marvin’s furious words trailed off. “JJ, you look pale.”

Jameson felt pale. He put his hand on his leg. It was wet where the pain was. He hand’t even noticed a stain on his dark pants… he brought hi hand away to rub his increasingly fuzzy head. Marvin gasped.

“JJ, what happened?!”

“I’m…really…okay…” Jameson slurred out. Darkness closed in on his vision. He heard a distance and dull thud, a worried yell from Marvin, and then he was out.

(I... I just realized I didn’t sign that last ask, the one about being bored... so yeah, that was me, btw... whoops) I’d love some angst, if you’re up for it. Also, gosh, if I had the chance, I would want to hang out with you! Watch YouTube, chat, chill... it would be fun! - Vic

(That would be fun! Sorry this took forever, as soon as I started writing we had to go out. I have no idea what this is, nor why it went the way it did, but I hope you enjoy!)

“Aŕe҉ y̸o͝u̸ ̷r͏ęady͞, pùp͠p̕et̸?”

Schneep didn’t answer. Ever since Anti had taken him they’d done the same things every day. He just hung his head, waiting for the inevitable. Anti laughed.

“W͝e'r҉e̵ tŕyin̕g ̷someth҉i̧ņg͜ ne͡w t́od̢ay̷.,” Anti said, literally buzzing with anticipation. Schneep raised his head. Something new? What fresh torture had the glitch thought up?

Anti tossed a scalpel to Schneep. It hit the floor with a small clink. Schneep glared at Anti as the glitch cackled. Very funny. Toss something to a shackled prisoner who couldn’t catch it. ‘Very f**king funny,’ Scnheep thought. But he knew better than to say it out loud. Anti stopped laughing abruptly, his eyes going black. “Y̧o͝u ͟h̶av̧e͜ ͡a pa̵ti͝en̶t̵, d͢octor̷.̀”

Schneep stumbled when Anti pushed him forward. He gripped the scalpel tightly, it’s familiarity a small comfort after weeks but also a painful reminder of…of his failure the last time he’d held one. The failure that had lead to his situation. A light flickered on. And on an operating table laid an ego.

It wasn’t Jackie, or Chase, or Marvin. It was an ego Schneep had never seen before. A new one.

Did…did that mean Jack was alive? Hope sparked in Schneep’s chest. But it was snuffed by the static that burst in his ears.

A new ego. Before he’d been rescued?

“D́o̧ ͡you͝ ̛thįn͏k ̵the̢y̶'re̵ ͠stil͢ļ l͏óo̢k̕i̡ng fo͟r҉ y̨o͏u?” Anti’s voice whispered through the static. “N͟o.͡ ̷Th͡e͢y̡ fou̧nd͜ ͟sóm̴eo̴n͟e͢ ͢n̴e̶w. ̡Some̸one͞-”

“-to r̡͡ep̸͢͏l͠a͞c̷̕ȩ́ me,” Schneep finished, hurt and anger beginning to build in his chest. His words had been barely a murmur, but they echoed around him. Some part of him protested. Maybe Jack hadn’t meant to make someone new! Maybe it was an accident! But Anti’s influence flooded his mind and silenced the protests.

“Sho͝w̧ ̸h́i̢m̡ ̶h͟e̛ c̸an͟'̡t re̛pl҉ace͜ yo͞u.͜ S͡how҉ th̡e҉m͏.͡You͠ ̧h͠a̵v̡e̡ ͜so ̡m̵a͞ny͢ ̴sc͝a̛r҉ş. ͞A͢n͏d̵ he's͠ b̢ra͠n̵d n̶e̵w͢.̕G̀i͠ve ͟h҉i͏m s̷ome̕ sc͠a͞r̛s̡,̵ ̵pu̧p͝p͝et.͏ B͟reak͏ ͢their ne͡w ̛l͝įttlé ͡to̧y̷.”

“Scars…break.” Schneep moves closer. “If…if they want to replace me…it should be acc͜ưra͟t͡e.

"Do you remember?.." with schneep and jj?

“Uhhhg, where…where am I?”

Jameson sat up, blinking against the blinding amount of light in the room.

This…this wasn’t where he was.

“H-hello?”

“JJ!”

Jameson flinched at the yell. A pair of arms wrapped around him in a crushing hug. “You are finally awake! It has been days!” The man released Jameson, leaving the latter gasping for breath. “Oh, I am sorry! I did not mean to prevent the breathing! Let me call in the others, they will want to see that you are okay!”

“Others?”

“Of course! Chase has been feeling very guilty, he will be happy to see you awake!”

Jameson looked at the man. He was sure they’d never met. “I’m terribly sorry, sir. I don’t know who Chase is, or who you are for that matter.”

The man’s face fell. “What?”

Jameson looked around the room. “How did I get here? I was just carving a pumpkin a second ago. I…I cut my finger, I believe. Did I pass out?” He looked at the man again. “You’re a doctor, I see. I was alone. How did you find me?”

All the blood had drained from the man’s face, leaving him ghostly in appearance. “JJ, I’m your brother. Schneep! Doctor Schneeplestien! Do you remember?”

Jameson felt bad for the man. He was so distraught. “I’m sorry. I don’t. I don’t think I have brothers or a family. Have you mistaken me for someone else, perhaps? And my name isn’t JJ. It’s Jameson.”

“Your nickname is JJ. We call you it all the time.” There were tears going down the man’s face now. Jameson felt a pang of sympathy. But the man was a stranger, so it was only a pang. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t know you.”

"Youve been trying to deal with this yourself?" Marvin to JJ?

I am so sorry for how long this took! D: I hope you enjoy anyway!

Jameson squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth. He pulled his shirt over his arm, his breath shaking as the fabric slid over the wound. Even through the bandages, he could feel it. It was so sensitive, and getting worse by the day! But he couldn’t complain. It was nothing compared to what his brothers endured on the regular.

He took a deep breath. He could suck it up. What was one scratch compared to the countless injuries Jackie was constantly nursing? The cuts and bruises Marvin always had? The constant struggle Chase was always going through? The stress that always wore Schneep down to a point beyond exhaustion? How could Jameson complain about something as small as a scratch on his arm?

He’d learned enough from the doctor to know how to bandage it properly. So he’d taken care of it on his own. He set a smile on his face and went downstairs. Marvin was the only other one awake yet. He looked up and grinned. “Hey! Finally, someone else is awake!”

“How long have you been up?”

“…I’m not sure. Since before sunrise, I know that.”

Jameson laughed and sat down next to Marvin. Snappers emerged from Marvin’s cape, looking at Jameson from Marvin’s shoulder. “Good morning, Snappers! he said as cheerfully as he could. The little dragon hopped down from Marvin’s shoulder and started sniffing at Jameson’s arm. She made a noise of concern.

Marvin furrowed his brows. "Hey, what’s wrong?” Snappers sniffed and made the noise again. She clawed at Jameson’s sleeve. “Snappers, stop that!” Marvin scolded. The dragon climbed up the couch cusiononto the back of the couch. She sniffed at Jameson’s upper arm.

Jameson suppressed his panic. “What on earth are you doing, you funny little-AHG, OW!” Snappers had brushed her nose against the scratch. Jameson clutched his arm, squeezing it so right that it went from agonizing to numb. He whimpered.

Marvin grabbed Snapperws and moved her to his lap. “JJ, what’s wrong with your arm?”

Jameson knew he couldn’t deny anything at this point. “It-it’s really nothing. Just a scrape.”

“No way you had that reaction with just a scrape. Show me your arm.”

“It’s truly nothing! No need to concern yourself with it, I’m perfectly-”

“We both know I don’t believe this. Just show me, please.”

Jameson sighed. He pulled his sleeve up to his shoulder. The bandages were hardly pristine anymore, blood having soaked through completely. Marvin carefully unwrapped the bandages. Jameson hissed as the air stung the wound when it was uncovered.

Marvin gaped at it. “You’ve been trying to deal with this yourself? It’s huge! And it looks like it’s getting infected!”

“I thought, well I thought it was miniscule compared to what everyone else always has to handle! I didn’t want to be a bother!”

“Miniscule?! It’s almost shoulder to elbow length!” Marvin shouted incredulously. He stood up. “We’re getting Schneep. Right now.”

“But he has so much to worry over already! It wouldn’t be right, throwing my own problems at him!”

“He’ll have lot more to worry about if it gets worse!” Marvin took a deep breath. “You’re not being a bother, okay? People get hurt. It happens.” His expression softened. “You know you aren’t a bother, right?”

“I…I suppose.”

“Come on. Let’s get you fixed up.”

(I’m very tired, I hope this is decent!)

America's Suitehearts (Evil!Marvin)

(I was listening to Fall Out Boy and got inspired! I know they aren’t American but it’s a common enough phrase, yeah? These are connected to a couple prompt requests I did a while ago, but they aren’t necessary to read to read this one! You can find them if you search evil!Marvin on my blog, I think!)

Jack backed away from the magician, terror shining in his eyes and sending shivers throughout his body. “W-what did you do to them?”

Marvin grinned, and it was so big that coupled with his mask he almost looked like the Cheshire Cat as he stared at Jack from the shadows. “What’s the matter, Jack? You don’t like their new looks?”

Jack shook his head. The “new looks” put a chill in his bones, and tears in his eyes.

They were faded. Almost completely see-through, save the faint blue and green outlines. The red of Jackie’s suit was gone, replaced with a dark green. His cape was in tatters, and it hung off of one shoulder by literally a thread. His mask hung around his neck, the blue so dark it could have been black.

Chase’s hat was pulled far down over his eyes, but Jack could still see as bright blue tears steamed down his face. His gun was held in his hand, though his grip was so loose it could have fallen at any second. The skull on his hat had been replaced, and a playing card took up it’s place.

Jameson’s hat was gone entirely, his usually neat hair wild and unkempt. His pocket watch had fallen through a hole in his pocket. It slowly turned as it hung, the light not even flirting off the also ghost-like watch. His vest was unbuttoned and wrinkled. It was the same color as Chase’s tears.

Schneep was the only one looking directly at Jack. His coat was covered in shimmering blue stains, stains that Jack was sure were meant to represent blood. His mask and cap were gone, his glasses cracked and broken. His blue scrubs were now a pale green. In his hand he held an empty syringe. He locked eyes with Jack. Jack searched for any traces of his friend, but the doctor’s eyes were empty.

Perhaps the most chilling of all…was Anti. He stood next to Marvin, a similar grin to the magician’s on his face, but he too was transparent. The cut on his neck dripped with pale blue static instead of blood. His hair was falling in his face, almost coveeing his eyes. His eyes didn’t ever change or flicker. They stayed a sickening shade of green.

The same shade of green that surrounded Marvin as he raised his hand. The ego all lurched forward. “Let’s hear it! For America’s sweethearts!” he shouted. “Or, they used to be!” He walked up to Jack, his face bright with glee. “Isn’t it wonderful? My spell worked! Not a single fan remembers any of them! I even erased the great Antisepticeye! And he helped me get strong enough to do it! He never thought I’d go against him!” Marvin cackled, and Jack flinched.

“What did they ever do to you?” Jack said. He backed away, trying to make it to the kitchen. If he could just get a weapon… “You didn’t have to do this, Marvin! I could have helped you! I never meant to-”

“To abandon me?” Marvin interrupted. The venom in his voice didn’t match the grin the remained spread across his face. “To leave me to suffer? To force me to live off of scraps of attention from the fans? TO NOT EVEN GIVE ME A NAME?! I WAS LEFT WEAK, PATHETIC! YOU COULD HAVE KNOCKED ME OUT WITH A FEATHER! YOU NEVER WANTED TO HELP ME, JACK!” He kept grinning, even as he screamed. He took a deep breath. “I didn’t have to do this. You’re right! But I must confess-” he paused, and looked at the other egos as though admiring a work of art, “- I’m in love with my own sins.”

Jack was so close. He could duck into the kitchen, grab a knife, at least he’d be able to defend himself. But when he went to run, he found a warm feeling surround him. He couldn’t move. He cast his eyes down. Green and blue surrounded him, not unlike how it surrounded the egos. Marvin had his hand held out, and it glowed with the same colors.

“Tsk, tsk. I don’t think so, Jack.” He curled his fingers, and Jack was yanked towards him harshly. He put an arm around Jack’s shoulder in an almost friendly manner. “See, I got to thinking. The spell worked so well with the egos, who’s to say it won’t work as well with you?”

“Don’t you dare,” Jack managed to growl.

Marvin ignored him. “Why can’t the world revolve around me? Oh, you’ll say that you aren’t that important, the world doesn’t revolve around you, but for you fans…well, for a lot of them, their world does. You can bow, and pretend you don’t know you’re a legend, but you are. You are to millions! And I want that. I crave it! Why can’t I replace you with me? I can remove memories, why wouldn’t I be able to change them?”

“Marvin…please…I never meant to abandon you…” Jack said, every word a struggle to get out past the magic. “Just…let me go…it doesn’t have to be like this!”

Marvin made a face like he was in deep thought. “No, no it doesn’t.” His grinned returned, and he stared Jack in the eyes. “But I want it to be.”

These Thorns Are Rosy

(This is based off a little plot-concept-thing from @septic-dr-schneep‘s blog! It happened…a while ago. Oops. 

Marvin accidentally cursed JJ, and now everything JJ touches becomes roses and his hands prick people he touches as though they’re covered in thorns. Title inspired by the song Hey Look Ma, I made It by Panic! At The Disco.)

“I called Marvin, just try to calm down. Just-just breath. In, out, in, out,” Chase said, putting his hand on JJ’s shoulder. The young ego jerked away, loosing his footing from how violently he did so. 

“I can’t!” His speech slide shook like it was in an earthquake. “I-I don’t understand what’s happening!” Chase tried to get close to him again, but JJ stumbled back. “No! No, you mustn't touch me!”

“Okay, okay! I won’t touch you!” Chase said, putting his hand up. “But please just breath, okay? Take a deep breath. Marvin can fix this. I’m sure.”

JJ took a deep breath, and his hands trembled a little less. “Right, y-yes. Marvin can fix this.” He looked at the petals littering the floor, at the way chase was rubbing his hand and wincing. Oh god, he hoped Marvin could fix it.

Three days.

Three days and Marvin still had no idea how to reverse…whatever curse was on JJ. 

Whatever curse he’d put on JJ.

He didn’t even know how it had happened. All he knew was that he’d gone with JJ to pick up some rose seeds, and then…his eyes widened.

The car ride. During the ride back home, he’d been the one holding the seeds, and he’d fallen asleep. He had a dream, a dream where strings pulled at his arms and forced his magic out of him, where his magic was no longer his own, where whispers had swirled around his head in inside his mind and forced themselves out of his mouth, where stabbing pains wrapped around him and he could feel static in his blood, and hen it had all drained away and he was left with only the sounds of screeching broken records.

He felt the hairs on his neck stand up, but not just from the revelation. Static filled the air around him, and he knew it was no coincidence that he was only able to remember the dream now.

He whirled around and found himself face-to-face with the Glitch himself. Marvin raised his hand, but Anti just smiled and suddenly the magician was plunged into darkness.

Three days.

Three days that Jameson couldn’t touch anyone or anything. Not food, not a glass of water, and he refused to let his brothers come near him for fear of harming them.

Oddly enough, he didn’t feel hungry. He had taken to spending his time outside, where he couldn’t do any damage. He felt better in the sun, he discovered, especially when he took his hat off. 

He wouldn’t mind that so much if he hadn’t begun to find rose buds in his hair, rose buds that had no way to get there.

Unless they hadn’t gotten there, and had started there instead. The thought sent shivers down his spine. 

“JJ?”

He looked up, startled out of his thoughts. Marvin knelt down in front of him. “What are you thinking about?”

Jameson clasped his hands together like he was afraid they’d reach out and touch Marvin all on their own. “I’m not getting any better, Marvin, in fact I do believe I’m getting worse. I’m just hoping for when this nightmare will end.”

Marvin blinked, and looked down at the ground. “About that…” He sighed, and when he looked back up Jameson was taken aback by the defeat in his expression. “I…I can’t find a fix. I’m afraid…I’m afraid this may be permanent.”

Jameson reeled back. “W-what?”

Marvin ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve been doing everything I can. None of my books or tomes have anything helpful, and a few of them just flat out say that curses like this are irreversible.”

Jameson felt panic swell up within him. “N-no. No, that can’t-”

“Whoa, whoa, calm down! You’re hyperventilating, just-OW!”

Marvin yanked his hand away from Jameson’s shoulder. Jameson’s eyes went wide at the sight of the bleeding cuts on the magician’s hands. “Oh goodness, I-I’m sorry…” 

Marvin had touched his shoulder, not his hands. Oh god. 

“It’s fine,” Marvin said, squeezing his eyes shut. He cradled his hand as the blood continued too pool in his palm. 

Jameson felt sick. He got to his feet and started running. He didn’t know where to, just…away.

Marvin opened his eyes and looked up, watching the young ego sprinting away. A grin spread across his face, and his eyes turned black before passed out. Anti materialized next him. He leaned down and pet the magician’s hair. “ T̕ha͘nk y̶o̧ư so̷ ̧m̢uch̡ f͞o͞r͟ ̀your̀ ̴hel̀p,” he sneered. He glitched away, leaving the unconscious Marvin to bleed on the grass.

Jameson slowed down, out of breath. He wasn’t sure where he was. Somehow in his blind panic he’d found himself in a wooded area of some kind, surrounded by trees and bushes that seemed to taunt him. No people. Only plants.

He put his hand in his hands, but quickly pulled them away. Another rose bud. He scowled and threw it on the ground, grinding it into the dirt with his shoe. 

“Su̷ch̛ ang͡e̢r for som͟e̵t̨hin͞g so҉ s͠m͟al̶l.͠” Anti’s voice echoed from the shadows, shadows that were gradually becoming deeper as the sun set. “A̡nd͞ s̡uch҉ a͝ng̶e͘r͝ ̧at ̵t͏he ̀bud, ͠as̕ we҉ll.̴”

“W-where are you, demon?” Jameson was sure he didn’t truly want to know the answer, but he couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“W̡h̶ere a̶re͟ ̛y̕ou? ̨R̴u͠n̛ a҉w͜a̡y from͟ ̀home͘,̧ I̵ ̡s͘e͢ȩ”

Jameson spun around, trying to figure out there the voice was coming from, but all he saw were the old, creaking trees. Had they looked so rotten and dead before? Was it just a trick of the night? “What do you want?”

“Yo͝u ͢hur͢t ̡t͡hem͝, ̛r̡įg̛ht? You'͟ve͠ m̷a͘d̴e ̢t͜hém ̶b̨lee͝d.͝” Jamseon saw something flicker into view out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned to face it there was nothing there. 

“I- I didn’t mean to!” he shouted, the speech slide frantically weaving thought the trees.

“D̶ǫe͘s t͢ha̴t ͏m̴át̨t͘er?҉ ̢Yơu h̀urt̴ tḩȩm̸.́ Y̛ou'̛r̸e g͞u͝i̡l͜ty̴. Y̛ou͞'̴r͟é da̵n҉g̀e͠r͟ous͞. Yǫu͝'r͢e ha̸r͡mfu̡l͢.”

The echo grew louder, and combined with Jameson’s turning and spinning to find the source of the voice he was getting too dizzy to stand. He collapsed to his knees, holding his head. “No!”

“Yo͜ú'v͏e̢ al҉way̕s̵ ̸be҉en̡ a da͏n͠ge͞r̴,̶ ̷pupṕet̸. T͞he c̡ur̨se ̨j̨ust ̸b̸r͝ou̴gh͜t tha͞t t̸o̡ the ̴su͏rfa͢c̴e͡.̡ Yo̧u̧'r͜e ̧ju҉s̢t ͟as ͟da̸n̢g̀rous̀ to̶ the̶m͜ a̷s͜ ̢m̢e.̡”

“Be-be quiet!”

Jameson felt hands grip his shoulders. He jerked his head up and found himself staring into the eyes of Antisepticeye. They flickered between solid black and a toxic green. Jameson found it hard to look away. “Wh̶ý? ҉D́o̧e̕s t͝he̡ ̶trut͠h͢ ̛hu̧r͏t ́t͟oo mu̡c̀h?͏ Y͟ou'̢r͠é ͠m͡ine̕.͘ ͜Y͝ou ͟aļwa̕ys ҉h̸ave ́be̴e̢ń. O͝f͏ c͢o̴u͟r͝s̀e yo̸u'͏r̷e a͜ ͡r̸ós̷e.̛  Yo͜u͝ see̡m̛ ͠so̧ ͘s̀weet, ͡b͟ut ͞r̀ea͠l͢l͏y ̕y̨o̢u͞'re͞ còv̢ȩre̸d͠ ̷in ͏t҉h̶orns.”

Jameson tore his gaze away from Anti’s eyes and looked at the hand resting on his shoulder. “How-how are you not hurt?”

“B͜ec̨au̢se̛ tḩo͞rns ̴mean͡ not͢hin̨g̸ ̶to ̨me.”

Jameson tried to keep his eyes away from Anti’s, but the tip of a knife pressing into his cheek prompted him to look back into them. 

Green, black, green, black, green, black. 

“I'̷m͞ ̶t̴h̨è only͡ ̡o͡n͟e ͞w̴ho̢ ͢yo҉u̡ c͟an͠ ̶b҉e͘ ̴a͘rou̷n͜d wit̢hout̨ ͡hu̷rti͡n͜g.͠”

Green, black, green, black, green, black.

“I'͝m ͡t͜h͡e o̕nly̧ onę ẃh̶o͢ ̢yo̴u͞ ̀can̢ be̴ ̷n̨e͝a̧r̨.”

Green, black, green, black, green, black. 

“I͡’m th̕e ́only͢ o̧ne͏ ̢yo͢u ̶c͞án̢ ̕be͘ cl̛ós͢e̴ ̵to.̴”

Green, black, green, black, green, black. 

“I'͡m t́he͜ o͝nly on̵e҉ ̧y͡o̵u are ͏c͠lose ̷t͢o”.̶

Green, black, green, black, green, black.

Jameson felt dizzy, dizzier than he’d ever felt, lost in those flickering eyes. But it was becoming…familiar. Comforting.

What was Anti saying? He could hear his voice, and his words, but his mind was so foggy…

“I t͟ȩll̶ ͝you͡ ͟w̸ḩat̵ t͞o do.”

“You…tell me what to do…”

Green, black, green, black, green, black.

“Yǫu͏ ͞d̨o͝ às ͞I ͜s͠ay.”

“I…I do as…as you say…”

Green, black, green, black, green, black.

“Yo̡u ҉ar͘e͟ my̴ ̸ŕos͝e.”

“I am…your rose…”

Green, black, green, black, green, black.

“Y̴o̸u͟r ͘t͠h̨òrns ͘are̶ ̨m͞ìn̸e.”

“My thorns are…yours…”

Green black green black green black greenblackgreenblackgreenblackgreenblackgreenblackgreenblack

“Ý̷͓͔̀Ò̡҉͕̗͚̤U̳̜̼̣͕͟͝ ͏̡̖̮̳͠A͏̱̤͙͖͙R̗̗̼͟E̶̯ ͝͏͓̖̤̘̩͓̳̗͈M̶̜̹̺̻̪̥̟̝I̛͉̖̬̞̜͍̭N̬̳̝͙͞E̴̝̪.҉͎̼̻̲̬͖”

Jameson fell. He fell away from the world, into a world of flashes of green and black, a world of buzzing and static and a voice, one voice, that told him what to think. And he let it, because he was too confused and too lost to think for himself.

“I am yours.”

Anti grinned as Jameson’s eyes glazed over, static filling them. He stood up, and his puppet stood up with him, though it’s head lolled to the side a bit. “V̕͘e̸͜ry҉̨͠ ̴͘͜ǵo͞o̷͘d͝͏̢.”

His puppet didn’t even blink.

“N͜ow̶.̨..̷l͞et'́s̴ ̀pu̴t thǫse̴ ͏thor̶n͞s ̴to ̸us͠e.”

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Quiet

Slow breaths.

He kept his eyes shut tight. His chest rose and fell slowly. His breathing sounded too loud, no matter how much he tried to quiet it.

Stay quiet.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears. 

Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum. 

Too loud. Too loud!

“Wh̶e͝r̛e͘ ar͜e y͟o͠u̶…͟”

He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and tried to keep his breathing steady. His heartbeat sped up, making his task near impossible.

Bum bum bumbum bumbumbumbumbumbum

 Do ̷y̷o͢u̴ t͡hi̴nk t͝ḩere'͞s̢ an̨y̶ poi͝nt҉ ̸i͞n hįding͏?̕”

Slow breaths. Stay quiet. Slow breaths, stay quiet.

“I̡'̕m g͢oi͘n҉g̡ t̡ǫ ͜f̶i͠nd you͠.” 

Playful. That’s what that tone was. This was a game.

Slow breaths, stay quiet. 

“I ̀c͏a̴n̡ s̛eńse҉ y͏o͠ur͠ f̶eaŗ.”

Slow breaths stay quiet.

“I ̷c̀an̡ ̢ḩea͡r y̨o̸ur ra͠cin̡g he̷a̢r̴tb͘ęa͡t͘.̷”

Slowbreaths stayquiet.

“P͟o̵or̡ ͡l͜it͞t́lę p͡u͡p̢pet̕.̵..͟”

Slowbreathsstayquiet.

“Y͡o̕ư'̧r̶e ͏sơ ba͢d͝ at t҉h̡i͘s ̸ga̡m҉e̷.”

The door burst open. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. No sound ever came out.

Yet he still hadn’t been quiet enough.

(Well, I tried to write a fic. Easing back into it.) 

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"Wh-? I jus' woke up..." with anyone? *hugs*

(*hugs back*)

(Anyone remember…this ol’ prompt? All the way back from November 2018. Boom, it’s got a sequel now! So uh, a lot of blood mentions. JJ got beat up pretty bad, and there’s a dead guy. Oh, oh this got much darker than I meant it to. Well, that’s what happens when you binge BFU for days, I guess.)

“Jackie! JACKIE!”

Jackie’s eyes flew open and he twitched in alarm, the shouting of his brother rousing him from the deepest sleep he’d had in weeks. “Hnn?”

Marvin ran into the room. He was twisting the end of his cape in his hands, shaking. “Jackie, something happened and Schneep said we need to get to the hospital now!” Word’s spilled from Marvin so rapidly that Jackie could hardly keep up. “Schneep got a text from JJ and it was a lot of nonsense except for one word and it was ‘Help’ and he said his phone glitched and it said ‘Help him’ with that creepy font Anti loves and he heard laughing and we have to go find JJ, we have to-”

“Wh-? I jus’ woke up…slow down,” Jackie mumbled. Then Marvin’s words slipped in through the fog of sleepiness, and Jackie shot up out of bed. “Does Schneep know anything?” he demanded, scrambling to find his suit. “Any way to narrow down JJ’s location?”

“I-I don’t know. I can try a tracking spell but if Anti is involved I don’t know if it’ll work!”

“Just try!” Jackie ran into his bathroom and changed into his superhero suit as quickly as he could. 

His hands shook as he put on his belt. He pictured JJ in the hands of that demon, his little brother at the mercy of Anti, and he nearly threw up. “We’re gonna find him. We’re gonna find him,” he mumbled to himself. He ran back out the room.

Marvin stood in the middle of Jackie’s room. He’d cleared away some of the clutter and held a book in one hand. His other hand was extended out, magic swirling around it, as Marvin muttered words in a language Jackie didn’t know. Marvin turned his palm up, and looked at Jackie. “I need something of JJ’s!”

Jackie nodded and scanned the room. He picked up a handkerchief that JJ had given him when, much to the gentleman’s horror, he learned that none of them owned one. “Will this do?”

Marvin nodded. “Put it right above my palm.” Jackie obeyed. The handkerchief hovered just above Marvin’s palm as wisps of blue and green magic swirled around it.  “Okay, I need a map or something!”

“Will a phone-”

“Yeah!”

Jackie held out his phone. Marvin closed the book he held and tucked it back into his bag. He pointed that hand at Jackie’s phone, and the magic flowed from the handkerchief to the phone. The last bit of soft green disappeared, and Marvin wobbled where he stood. “Oh fuck, I should have practiced that one more,” he said, wiping his forehead. “Did it work?”

“I think so! Can you make us a portal?”

Marvin nodded. The room filled with the soft blue and green glows, and then they came together in a circle. With a flash of light the portal opened and the two jumped through.

As soon as they were through Jackie stumbled back, his hands flying up to cover his mouth.

JJ was slumped against the wall of an alleyway, sitting across from the corpse of a man that Jackie recognized as one of the small-time villains of the city. JJ was covered in blood. It was all over his vest and shirt, staining the white a bright red and turning the blue dark. It was splattered on his face, his neck, everywhere. 

The alley floor was not better off. There was a pool of blood on the ground and tails of it everywhere. The other man, the body, lay in a huge puddle of it. Jackie couldn’t process what he was seeing. What had happened? How did it happen?

Marvin’s mouth hung open. “Holy shit…” he breathed. 

“Marvin,” Jackie croaked, “Get JJ.”

Marvin snapped out of it. “Right, right.” He went over to JJ, who had barely moved the whole time, only slight twitching as he breathed far too shallowly, and screamed. “Holy shit!” Marvin leaned JJ’s head forwards, exposing the bloody, matted mess that was the back of his head. Marvin put his hands over the wound and began muttering a healing spell with urgency. 

Jackie’s eyes wandered to the dead man. He slowly approached the body, which laid on it’s stomach on the pavement, it’s face turned to lay on the left side. He had a terrible feeling that it had been done on purpose, so that he would see who it was. He moved it a little bit, to see the front better and check for wounds. He reeled back almost immediately.

The man’s throat was slit.

Jackie could almost hear Anti’s laughter. The glitch was behind this. He had to be. ‘He must have tried to make this guy kill JJ for him! I bet he told him that JJ and I are related. Promised him revenge on me.’

But…why would this man be dead, and not JJ?

“Jackie, we need to get JJ to the hospital now,” Marvin said. “I did a healing spell but it won’t be enough for very long! I-I don’t even know how much blood he’s lost, but it’s too much!”

Jackie backed away from the body and turned to his brothers. He picked JJ up while Marvin opened a portal. Jackie looked down at his youngest brother’s face. Too pale, covered in blood, eyes twisted shut like he was having a nightmare…

Rage boiled in Jackie’s chest. Whatever Anti had done, he would regret.

(Okay this has a potential for a part three but we all know my procrastination habits so no promises.)

(Oh hey look the ask box is working again) Could I request Anti taunting one of the others with an “if anything happened to you…”? I’m feeling some angst and pain today. I want to see this protection stuff flipped on its head. (Also, hope you’re doing well, writer bean!) - Vic

(Was it broken? Oh dear. And I am doing pretty well today! I woke up at 5 am because of restless sleep but it just gave me a chance to browse and watch YouTube extra!)

(Blood, strangling, and violence warnings!)

Jameson scrambled away from the villain, but the man was much faster. And his leg wasn’t wounded. He grabbed the back of Jameson’s shirt, yanking him back and throwing him on the ground. Jameson’s head slammed on the ground an his breath was knocked out of him. His vision went dark for a second, and even after  it was still blurry and unfocused. There was a harsh ringing in his ears, and a throbbing pain that felt like he was getting repeatedly stabbed in the brain. The man picked him up like he was nothing.

“You…you some kind of twin? You look just like that stupid hero who locked me up. Only reason I think you ain’t him is he wouldn’t shut up,” the man growled. He sounded echoy and far away. Jameson screamed as the man slammed him into a wall. “Bet he cares about you huh? More than all those worthless people he loves saving?” Jameson clawed at the man’s hand that was wrapped around his neck, pinning him to the wall. But he couldn’t focus, Something wet dripped down his neck, wet and warm. The man grinned. “I bet he’d get real upset if you died.”

Jameson had barely registered what had been said before the man’s grip on his neck became tighter, cutting off all of his air. His legs kicked wildly, he pulled at the man’s hand, tried to pry his fingers apart, can’t breath, can’t breath can’t breath can’tbreathcan’tbreathcan’tbreath!

The ringing in his ears got worse, making his head hurt even worse. Panic overtook him. The ring was joined by white noise. He was going to die. The white noise grew more intense. He couldn’t think anymore. The white noise turned into…

Suddenly he was out of the man’s grasp, laying on the floor of the alleyway and gasped for breath. His body burned, and the static raged in his ears. His panic turned into rage. the man had tried to kill him. He got to his feet, feeling like he was being pulled up. A knife appeared in his hand. 

The man had tried to kill him.

So…why not rȩt̕u̕r̵ǹ ̧t̛he̢ f̢a͡v҉o͝r?͠

The thought wasn’t…it didn’t come from Jameson…but it was in his head, and he liked it. He felt himself glitch, and now he was pinning the man to the wall. The man stared at him, terror shining in his eyes. Jameson reveled in it, in the way the man shook while he slowly pressed the knife into his stomach. The sick elation he felt, it wasn’t entirely his, he was sure it started somewhere else.

 But the pain in his head, the blood flowing down his neck and back, the static in his ears, the little whispers he could hear in the static now, they made him not care. He was enjoying himself. It didn’t matter if the joy didn’t come from him.

He tilted his head, grinning, loving the way the man paled while his body jerked and glitched in all different directions. Jameson’s speech slide did just the same. “I ́w҉on͜d̕er͡ i̡f̸ a͞n̕yone w͟i̶l͢l̡ ̢ca͝r̀e ̛wh͢e҉n͘ ͏you di͟e?͟”

He didn’t stab the man in the stomach.

He slit his throat.

Jameson stumbled back, his breath stolen again as the glitches left him, and he collapsed to his hands and knees. He heard the man’s body thud to the ground. He didn’t look at it. He looked at his shirt. It was spattered with blood. Tears rolled down his face. No, no he-he didn’t…he couldn’t have enjoyed…no…

He felt a hand on his back. A cold, spastic hand. “G̢ơo͞d͜ j͜ob͡, ̕pupp̶e͜t. Ḩe͏ wa͞s ̷so sc͝a̕r͡e͟d.͝”

Jameson shivered. “W-why? Why not let him kill me?”

Anti glitched in front of Jameson and lifted the young egos head so that they were face-to-face. “I h̕a͡vè s͢o͏ ̵m̶uch̛ ͡ṕl͏ann̕ęd͝ fo̸r̴ ͝y͝ơư li̡tt̵l̶e ̧p̕u͢p̨p̵ét.If͜ s̵om͝et҉hi͜n͘g ̴hap̷pe̸n̶e̴d to͜ ̸y̴oų.́.́.͜I ҉c͞a̧n̕'t͝ ͘h͝ave͟ ̢my p̛la̡n̵s̨ go̢ ͝to͞ ̨w̴às͟t̸e,͠ ̕c̴a̛n Ì?͞”

Anti’s ran a hand through Jameson’s hair. It ran over the back of his head. Anti ginned at the pain that flashed in Jameson’s eyes. He laughed. “T̕r̀y̵ n̕o͘t̷ ̀ţo ͏b͠le͞ed ou͠t,̕ ͏p̕u̶ppet͢.̴ ̡Y̴o͜u̸ ͟s͠ḩou̡l̡d p͝ra͡y you͝r̨ ͝doct̷or͘ ҉d͜oe͜s̶n̡'͏t fail̛ t̨h̴is̷ ́tìm͜e.͝”

And then Anti was gone.

Jameson fumbled for the cell phone he had in his pocket. He texted Schneep, smearing blood across the screen. He tried not to look at the corpse across from him. His hands were shaking and the message was riddled with errors. But he hit send. He crawled to the other wall and leaned against it. 

He should be dead by now. If not by the man then surely by blood loss. But he wasn’t. Because of the glitch.

Anti had saved him. He’d made him kill a man, he’d made him have fun killing the man, but he’d saved him.

It sickened Jameson to the core.

Oh Ja! Mal sehen wie viele Ihre Sprache reden werden und wie viele Google Übersetzer nehmen werden ich frage mich wie viele deutsche hier sind OwO

now that tumblr's banned the english language we should all just start communicating in our native languages, getting to decipher what everything means will be half the fun

rip to the monolingual english speakers though yall will be missed

Jameson Jackson’s Mustache Wiggles™

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Beanbag chair (yeah it’s two words sue me it’s one thing)

“Help! I’ve been eaten!” JJ cried from withing the depths of the giant beanbag.

Chase could barely speak through his laughter but managed to say, “I’ll get Marvin!”

The beanbag shook and wiggled as JJ desperately tried to find his way out.

Secrets in the Static

Jameson Jackson was born with blood on his hands, put there by one who was born the same. Jameson Jackson was born with silver strings pulled taut around his wrists, controlled by a master that he can’t remember. He can’t remember. But his brothers can’t forget. After they had collected their shivering little brother, Anti’s own demonstration of how far his power stretches, they all made a pact with one another. Not a single one of them would dare breathe a word of this to their dapper man. He didn’t deserve to carry the burden that had been thrust upon him mere minutes after his creation. Ignorance is bliss after all.

They never believed that JJ meant anything to Anti past that video. They had thought that he had gotten bored of their baby brother. They had thought he was safe. But Anti had been in their heads. He knew how fiercely they all loved, how it could cloud their judgements and become their weakness. He knew exactly how much they would do for this puppet. JJ was a blank slate, and oh how beautiful a masterpiece he would create with their own devotion as his chalk. 

It was only two weeks after JJ’s initial possession that Anti made his first move. The glitch appeared before the littlest ego. At first JJ had tried to ignore him, thinking that it was just his imagination, a mirage of sorts. But the ghost kept appearing, getting closer and closer until there was no room left to deny his reality.

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Secrets in the Static

Jameson Jackson was born with blood on his hands, put there by one who was born the same. Jameson Jackson was born with silver strings pulled taut around his wrists, controlled by a master that he can’t remember. He can’t remember. But his brothers can’t forget. After they had collected their shivering little brother, Anti’s own demonstration of how far his power stretches, they all made a pact with one another. Not a single one of them would dare breathe a word of this to their dapper man. He didn’t deserve to carry the burden that had been thrust upon him mere minutes after his creation. Ignorance is bliss after all.

They never believed that JJ meant anything to Anti past that video. They had thought that he had gotten bored of their baby brother. They had thought he was safe. But Anti had been in their heads. He knew how fiercely they all loved, how it could cloud their judgements and become their weakness. He knew exactly how much they would do for this puppet. JJ was a blank slate, and oh how beautiful a masterpiece he would create with their own devotion as his chalk. 

It was only two weeks after JJ’s initial possession that Anti made his first move. The glitch appeared before the littlest ego. At first JJ had tried to ignore him, thinking that it was just his imagination, a mirage of sorts. But the ghost kept appearing, getting closer and closer until there was no room left to deny his reality.

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🔨 with Jameson?

(Lots of description of injury, y’all. Not sure what to tag that as other than whump so please let me know if I need to add any tw tags.)

Jameson ducked below the fist and did a front-roll, scrabbling to his feet and limping away as fast as he could. His attacker roared with rage and ran after him, easily catching up the dapper lad.

“Please, no!” Jameson struggled against the grip the assailant had on his vest. He tried to undo the buttons, but one of his arms was too injured to move that much. He pulled away with all his might, and-

And remembered the pocket knife that he’d bought. Without telling his brothers.

He took it out and flipped it open, moving his injured arm just enough to pull on the bottom of his vest to keep it straight, and with one swipe he cut all the buttons off his vest. It had happened so quickly that by the time his attacker realized the knife existed Jameson was already sprinting away, doing his best to ignore the pain in his leg.

Bruised, bloody, beaten, and on the run.

He could hear the static in the distance and ran harder, tears spilling down his cheeks. From more than one kind of pain.

“ǴE͠T̛͟ ̡B̨͟A̡̨͜C̀͟K͠ ̡͢͝H̛̕E̷̕R̨̢E̢̢͡ ͠J͞J̸!̶”

He had to get to Marvin. Blast, where did he say he’d gone again? A library, right?

He ran out into the rain, going int he direction he thought the nearest library was in. 

And then his leg gave out.

He crashed to the ground, his jaw slamming against the concrete, making a terrible crack. He gasped and let out a silent scream that would have shredded his throat.

His attacker quickly caught up. He stood over him, grinning, staring down at him with two terrible green and black eyes. 

“Ģ͝͠o̵t ͠yo̷͝u̸͘.҉”

The attacker stood on Jameson’s good leg and stomped. Jameson heard another crack as pain shot through him. He let out another unheard wail. The man grabbed Jameson by his collar and yanked him up, laughing when he saw the spot on Jameson’s ribs that would surely become quite sizable bruises. “N̸i̸̛c͜͜e͝͞ ̨ţŕ̴y̴.̷̕͡”

Jameson sobbed. “Please. Jackie, please…”

The corrupted hero kept grinning. “L̢͘͝e̶͡t́'̶̴s̢̛ g̷ó̧ ̕h́ǫ͟͟m͞e͢, ̛͠JJ́.” He slung JJ over his shoulder, and JJ sobbed harder as his ribs hit Jackie’s shoulder.

“Ánt̡i'̴s alr̸e̵ad͟y̷ ̷th͝e͟re͜, a҉n̛d̶ i̛t̷’s ŕude ͘t͢o̧ ̶ke͘e̸p gu͟e͡s͝t ̧wa͞it͜ing͜.͞”

☠with JJ as the one dying and maybe one or two of the other egos there as he goes? Idk I just love ur writing fam

(Oof, alright y’all the prompt, as you may have guessed, is character death, so be warned this is a sad one. Gonna put it under a “Keep Reading” so no-one accidentally reads it and gets sad when they didn’t want to do that. Also, thank you!)

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Jameson wheezed, staring up at the night sky, the stars twinkling brighter than he’d ever seen them. They were putting on a show, just for him, a dazzling display to ease the pain of what was happening.

He’d gotten away. He’d gotten away, and then he hadn’t. 

And then a bullet ripped through his chest.

He wasn’t sure how he was still alive, really. It hadn’t gone all the way through, so maybe that had something to do with it. He was too tired to really think about it.

He heard something thud on the ground next to him. His vision was fading, going black around the edges, but he could see enough to see the tear-streaked faces of Marvin and Jackie as they quickly knelt down over him. Marvin held his hands out, magic swirling around them, speaking healing spells and pleading with the universe to let his magic be strong enough.

“JJ, can you hear us?” Jackie said, his voice so distant and hard to grasp. “Come on, man, please, say you can hear us!” His frantic words were cut up with sobs. He took off his mask and wiped away the steadily flowing tears. 

Jameson managed a weak nod.

“Thank god. You’re gonna be okay, okay? Marvin’s healing you up and I’ll get you back to Schneep and-”

Jameson shook his head, or at least made an attempts at shaking it. He couldn’t really get his body to move much anymore.

“What? No, you’re going to be fine.” Jackie looked over at Marvin. “He’s going to be fine, tell him!”

“J-Jackie,” Marvin sobbed, his magic still focused on trying to heal, “He-he lost too much blood already.” His tears shimmered as they fell down his face, his eyes sparkling the same way as he tried to will his magic to become a miracle.

“No…” 

One of Jackie’s tears landed on Jameson’s face. 

Jameson tried to grab Jackie’s hand, but all he could muster was a slight twitch. It caught Jackie’s attention tough, and the hero gently lifted Jameson to put his little brother’s head in his lap. The corners of the youngest ego’s mouth twitched up, trying to smile. He felt comfortable. Safe.

Loved.

There were worse ways to go.

Jackie tried to find something profound to say, something that would make Jameson feel better as he left, but he couldn’t. He just held Jameson tight, held him close, and muttered again and again about how much he loved him. 

Marvin changed his spell to one of comfort. Jameson smelled homecooked meals made by his brothers, felt his favorite fuzzy blanket as though it was really wrapped around him, felt the endless love of his whole family warm his chest as his heartbeat got weaker and weaker.

He managed to lift his arm and put it over his heart. He flickered his eyes between his brother, though he could barely see them anymore. 

“We love you too JJ. We love you so much,” Marvin choked out.

Jameson’s mouth twitched again.

And then his eyes went still.

And he went limp in Jackie’s arms.

*shyly enters* Um--hi? Could I get a puppet!Chase and a scared Jameson? Who about the word 'salvation' as a little motivator. UwU

(Sorry this took so long!)

“Chase, I’m begging you, you must snap out of it!” JJ put his hands up, edging closer to the kitchen counter.

Chase’s strings held his arm up, steady and locked on target. “R̡e͢l̴ąx̢, JJ̛.͞ ͏Th̀i҉s̷ ҉is ͡fo͢r the best̴.̸” He tilted his head, smiling, the blood leaking from his eyes changing course. Some of it got in his mouth. He didn’t react to it. “We͟ ͞g͡ęt̶ t̡o ́sta̶y t́o͡ģéth͞er this̸ way!͞”

“There’s no danger of us being torn apart, save for Anti! You’re stronger than those strings, fight them!”

“A̢n̕ti̸ ̡i̢s ͞h̢eĺp͝ing!” Chase pulled the trigger and JJ ducked, the bullet grazing his hat. JJ got back up, his hands shaking as he reached for the counter to steady himself. Chase seethed, scowling at his little brother. “J́a̛ck w͢an̢t҉s͘ to̸ ͠ke̸ep̢ ͞u̶s àll a͟pa̛r̕t̢!̵ He ͢wa̢nts me al̛one ͢a͟nd J̴a͝c͘kįe g̷o̢ǹe ąn͡d͟ M҉a҉ŗv̷i̴n͟ ̨ín ͡h͘id͘i͢n̨g͠ a͜ńd Sch͞ņe̕e͞p ̀a͟way ͏on̡ ͠a̡ beàc̕h҉ som̛e͞wh̛ere ́a̴n͘d̕ yo͘u͏ stuck i̕n t̵h̨is stu̸pi͟d͏ ̵ho͠use a҉nd͞ ̨fǫr A̛nti̴ t̶o ̢be ͢i̵s̡o͞làte̵d͞ ̛a͏n͡d ̀dem̸oni̛ze͠d!”

“He is a demon! You don’t mean these things!” JJ walked closer, his arms wrapped tightly around himself, his hands hidden from view. “He’s put thoughts in your head and words in your mouth, none of which would ever belong to you!” JJ reached out with one hand and grabbed the gun in Chase’s. He was still right in front of it, the barrel touching his chest. “You’re no puppet, Chase Brody!”

“Yoų'̨ll͟ ҉s̷e͘e̴.̡ W̡h͏ęn he give̷ yo͘u҉ ̷st҉rin͠g̛s ҉too,҉ ͡y͝ou'́ll̕ ͝see t͠he̕ ͝tr̀u҉t̵h.” Chase pressed the gun into JJ’s chest, hard enough that it would surely bruise. “Dơǹ’t ͜m̕a̵ke ̵me do͝ t̸ḩi̷s, ͠J̢J.̧”

“I won’t make you do anything, Chase, unlike that monster who’s strung you up like this.” JJ let his own power flow into him for a moment, turning him to sepia.

And revealing where exactly those strings had been tied.

Quick as he could he moved his free arm, Marvin’s magic thread scissors shining with soft blue light despite his power trying to turn it sepia, and he snipped the string on Chase’s arm.

Chase screamed, his arm going limp, falling to his side as the gun fell to the ground. JJ went for the other arm, and for the ones around his ankles, and the one squeezing his throat. Bit by bit, snip by snip, Chase went limp, until he fell to the ground completely.

“It seems Anti used some older thread on you, didn’t he? I wasn’t sure that would work.” JJ knelt down, and with more struggle than he’d care to admit, picked Chase up and took him to the couch. “You’ll be alright, I promise. I’ll just call Marvin and Jackie and Schneep and you’ll be fine. No-one is leaving you, Chase. We’re all staying together. No matter what Anti says or does, we’re staying together.”

Jameson Jackson and Colonel William J. Barnum fought in the war together and Nobody Can Change My Mind

esteemed Colonel William J. Barnum takes a liking to a scrappy young British fighter just as likely to get you in a shot as at the end of his bayonet… all too used to being ignored by his commanding officers, Jameson’s loyalty to the Colonel grows due to his attempts to communicate with him and his refusal to let “dead-tongue Jackson” isolate himself… William never seems to treat Jameson any differently than anybody else, just chatters easily, gruffly, cheerfully to him, clapping him hard on the shoulder and advising him to “run along, now, Jackson!” in that deep graveling voice… finally, they find themselves together on the front, soaked in the mud, guns clenched… “Seems we’re just about the last men standing! Made it to the end, didn’t we, my boy!” calls the Colonel over the sounds of gunshot, and Jameson thinks to himself “that we did, old chap” and gives him a grin that says it too, only for the gaze between them to be broken by the crack of a bullet and a flash of blood from William’s head… anguished, JJ drags him back towards help, taking a wound on his leg, but never stopping… it seems impossible that they return, that he is even conscious to pull William back to safety, but he does it, he does it, and everyone is staring at him as he staggers into camp and collapses…. William wakes up and turns his head and Jameson is the first thing he sees, asleep beside him… everyone is talking about how far they made it and how they managed to return and both survive… both are awarded and applauded, but they just want to sit in silence for each other for a while, and rest….

Too soon Jameson is called away to another battle. William writes to him, once, twice, thrice, teasing him more and more every time for not responding, but a letter never comes. Months later, once the war is done, William connects with Jameson’s commanding officer, demanding to know where he’s gone. But all there is left of Jameson is an empty battlefield and the words “MIA” written beside his name on a record somewhere…

CAN WE HIT ONE BILLLIIIOON LIKES!

this part killed me

Merry Xmas to everyone! ^^🎄

Egoshipmas day 18! Sometimes a family is two bad bitches, their theater kid best friend and his husband

 @egoship-stuff @geekyfox2 @cherry-angrynoodle

I spent like all day yesterday on this cuz hyperfixation go brrrrr

Also go follow me on Tik tok I’m gonna try to do more stuff on there ✌️

S!Jameson is a mood to me. I want to cuddle him.

He will take all cuddles 🤲 :> (will probably fall asleep on you)

Silent Secrets Sealed

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Ten

A JSE Fanfic

After the action of the last chapter, this one is a bit more low-key. Or as low-key as it can get when the boys and the other Phantoms are running away from a possible search and hoping not to be discovered. Also, they seemed to have picked someone up. Who is this strange, mustached man that Chase dragged along for the ride? Perhaps he knows something about the King? Chase, Henrik, and Marvin are determined to find out. Hope you guys enjoy this mostly-dialogue-filled chapter :)

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Had winter always been this cold?

Or maybe it just felt that way because Marvin was—for the first time in years—without a talisman. Magic was warm, and he’d long developed the habit of holding onto his amulet when cold, feeling the heat inside it. He was pretty sure that had only ever warmed his hands, but it was more the feeling of it than anything else. Without a talisman, he couldn’t access that warmth. It was strange to be without that knowledge.

Of course, it could always just be a particularly cold day. The sky overhead was gloomy with clouds. And apparently, being on the water was always colder than being on land. So perhaps being on a boat sailing down a wide river wasn’t helping.

Marvin leaned over the side of the boat. Bending all the way over, he could just barely dip the tips of his fingers in the river. The water was slightly brown, and he knew that it would turn slightly green as they went deeper into the wetlands that made up the Southern Moors.

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hey, can you tell me some info on S!Jameson Jackson pls?

Sure! There’s not much to tell since he sleeps most of the time, but he does have his moments :D

He has a pile of stuffed animals, courteous of Chase getting him or anyone whatever they wants with the money he’s earned. They share the mountain of stuffed animals Chase bought, Chase stealing around half back to his room when he stays the night and bringing them back the next day.

Will sometimes carry one of his stuffed animals with him when he leaves his room.

Will only leave his room for essentials! Nothing else makes him leave, unless Henrik deems it as urgent he is going to be laying in his bed no matter what.

Is very clumsy, sometimes needs help holding things in his hands since he is very shaky and not too strong since he doesn’t really eat or take care of himself like he should.

Whenever he does walk out of his room, he usually makes it to the couch before passing out there.

Henrik has to persistently remind him and push him to get out of bed to do essentials such as going to eat, to go take a shower, etc. Sometimes Jameson will go days without doing either and gives Henrik a miniature heart attack when he sleeps like a rock.

He is the reason Henrik wants this cured as fast as possible <3

I was bored so I started playing around with Mark and Jack’s eye colors. I think these turned out okay for a first try! ^^”