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Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

“Just close your eyes. I will still be here when you open them again.”

“Sure, you can use me as a pillow.”

“I’d come for you. No matter what, when you need me, I will be there.”

“Can you walk? I’d be happy to carry you.”

“This is not who you are. I know you better than that.”

“I know, it hurts. I’m so sorry, but we have to get this out.”

“You can hold my hand.”

“The nightmares are just an illusion. I’m really here.”

“Tell me to stay and I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.”

“It’s okay to be afraid sometimes.”

“Just keep breathing. In and out. You’re doing great.”

“You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

“It’s alright. I’m not going to let go.”

“Show me where it hurts.”

“If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.”

“You can go to sleep now. I will keep watch.”

“Hey, listen to me. You’re safe. Nothing is going to hurt you.”

“I want you to know that it’s okay to cry.”

“Take all the time you need.”

“If you feel safer with me being there, you know I will always be there.”

“Just look at me. Forget everything else.”

“They won’t take you away from me ever again.”

“You need to keep your eyes open. Just a little longer.”

“Don’t let your fears dictate your life.”

“I’m going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly.”

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Am i the Only one that Imagines Actor Mark hanging around with JJ? XD and he manipulates jj into Uh idk into trusting him

Ohh how very interesting! I fear JJ would be either too easily gullible, or too spitfire to allow it to happen! Actor has his ways and charms though, slipping like a snake through the lives of his characters. I’d imagine JJ becoming an interest to him due to JJ having a fling with Host right after being free from Anti, and Actor’s interest in him only peaks when he smells demon blood running through him, hears the river of time rushing in his ears at the sheer power of this unassuming boy. 

“Won’t you understand you’d be a perfect match to me,” he’d say, “With my storytelling and your time travel, we could make the world into anything we want!” And the only question now is whether Jameson would give in to the need for power after being traumatized for so long. Would he let this slippery snake into his world, perhaps just to feel useful or perhaps because the dripping gore from his mouth reminds Jameson of his Anti... 

MY SINK BACKED UP AND FUCKEN FLOODED MY KITCHEN

STINKY WATER FLOOD AHHHHHHH

IM SICK OF BEING AN ADULT TAKE ME AWAY

random normal pictures of Jack that look like the egos to me for no reason other than vibes GO

Jackie

Jameson

Marvin

Misfit!Jameson, angst, hunger?

Though Jameson is typically very friendly, however, once a year on Halloween, he completely loses control and craves human meat. Since the Misfits were never human, Jameson has no interest in them and remains passive, but Chase wasn’t always a werecat, which puts him on the menu.

Jamie’s a scary boy! Thank you for your request, I hope I did it justice! 3/?

Here is the full thing.

headcannons for darkpuppet

Oh, my boys! Oh, my new comfort ship!

-JJ will drag Dark away from paperwork to cuddle. 

- They’ll go into the library and pick a book to read together. 

- JJ will help Dark with paperwork if it gets to be too much. 

- I often use Anti as the bad guy while writing this ship because it really gives it a purpose. Dark saw JJ tied to the ceiling with puppet strings. He was a broken moustached man. So Dark saved him. Something he couldn’t do for someone else before.

- JJ followed Dark around for the first week trying to be helpful. Dark got upset and yelled at him. 

- He went and apologized to JJ after nearly all the Iplier egos yelled at him too. 

- Dark slowly fell in love with JJ when he spent time with the other ego. 

- JJ fell in love with Dark the moment he woke up in Darks arms as he walked him to the doctors. 

- Dark will get anything for JJ. JJ doesn’t want much but cuddles and love and the occasional chocolate. 

- JJ made quick friends with the Iplier egos. 

They will cuddle whenever they can. 

- Dark has a reputation and needs to uphold it but if JJ walks into a meeting asking him where he put his book Dark will drop everything to get it himself. 

- Dark often has problems with his back to the point of now being able to move in the morning. JJ gets him tea and whatever he wants.

- JJ sometimes helps Dark spy on people. 

- They would get married in a small reception with the Iplier egos. 

- JJ loves Dark Chica. Dark thought he would be scared of her but JJ loves her. 

- They go for walks in the woods that surround the mansion. 

- JJ isn’t allowed out of the house without Dark or Wilford because Anti might hurt him. 

- Wilford and JJ are friends and like to talk about the past and dealing with Dark. 

- Dark refuses to talk about the past but sometimes he slips up and mentions a memory. JJ tries not to get him to talk more about it. 

- The Iplier egos have found Dark doing paperwork in his office with JJ asleep on his lap. 

- They have a smilier grey tone/aura. Dark’s is more powerful and controlling. JJ’s aura makes people relaxed. 

- Dark only really knows how to flirt like in the movies. With a flower and chocolates. He gets flustered though and JJ finds it adorable. 

Tortured Inkblot

I love doing symmetry drawings so I wanted to experiment with dark lolz I always associate him with optical illusions cause he technically is one ghhjvjvj

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Marvin is sinking. 

They float, they spin; wide-eyed they drift within hypnosis so deep it prickles their neurons. 

Anti pets their hair, fingers on his other hand picking at the leather straps holding Marvin down. He sighs, wiping blood off of Marvin’s cheek. Lessons need to be learned, kittens need to be trained. 

“Learned your lesson, sweetie?” Anti taunts, knowing Marvin is too deep into his own head to say anything but- 

“Yes Anti, yes sir, thank you, thank you…” They know by now to always thank their captor for their lessons. Anti softens at their obedience, sighing and running blood covered hands through his hair. 

“Good, good pet,” he breathes. He reaches to undo the thick straps holding the cat down by his head, waist, and wrists. Marvin slips off the table and falls to the ground in front of Anti’s feet, bleeding and bruised. 

All they did was talk to Jameson. All they did was try to help. But they haven’t been trained. It’s just like the puppet boy said, if you’re not trained you will be punished for talking to the other puppets. 

Marvin shudders as prickling, hot hands lift them into their captor’s arms. Marvin doesn’t fight, just curls against Anti’s chest, too foggy-headed to think of anything but how much he loves Anti, how much he loves being a pet. 

Anti carries Marvin out of the basement and into their room, sighing as he sets their bloodied body on the bed. He sits beside them, brushing his hand through their hair, their gorgeous green hair, starting to grow out to brown again. Anti shreds his gaze over Marvin’s thin cheeks, shinning starlight eyes, puffy gentle lips, and then the blood and bruises making constellations on their face. 

What a perfect pet, what a beautiful puppet ripe for the painting. 

Anti stands, leaving the room. As he goes Marvin cries out and reaches their arms toward him. No, no, don’t go, don’t leave me, I love you, I love you, you hurt me when you’re bored, I love you, their brain screams. Their arms flop back to the bed, shaking, staring with enlarged pupils at the little stars painted on the ceiling. This room was made for them. This room was made for someone else. Anti’s Starlight. Anti’s little whore, Anti’s pretty pet. They cry out again, striking their own head and letting tears shake loose. 

Anti’s hand falls on their cheek, their eyes meet and suddenly it’s all okay again, suddenly the world is right again. 

“Sit up, astral,” Anti coos, and Marvin obeys. Anti holds up a silver box, rather large and shaped like a thick box. They reach for it, making a small, confused grunting sound. Anti shushes, tuts, and sets the box on the bed, opening it up. 

Jewels. Jewelry, rings and necklaces and bracelets of all metal and gem types. Marvin stares at it, blinking in confusion. They look up at Anti lovingly through their confusion. 

“For you, Starlight,” Anti hums. “To make you glitter like your namesake.” 

“For me?” they squeak out, still deep within the rerouting of their brain. They make a chirring purr. They never used to purr. They never used to make noises. Starlight leans against Anti’s chest with a sigh, running their hands over a gold with a aquamarine pendant. “Th…thank you master. Thank you…” 

The hypnotism is too strong. They slide against Anti’s chest, nearly falling off the bed if it weren’t for strong, prickling hands pulling him back to his chest, shushing him. “You’re mine. My good little Starling. My sweet one. No more fighting or braying from you, hm?” Anti tugs their hair roughly. “No more bitching or freak outs, right, pet?” 

Marvin nods. Starlight nods, pressed against their captor’s chest. They close their eyes, the glowing stars on the ceiling echoing behind their eyes. Stars and starlight are all that is left for Marvin the Magnificent. 

A Gentleman’s Timepiece

Septics Inverted

A JSE Fanfic

Alright, I’m gonna be frank: this is the climax of this arc. There’s going to be more action after this story, tying up a lot of loose ends, but this is where things really wrap up. Where Anti and Jameson confront each other. It’s pretty long, probably because there are a lot of long paragraphs, but I feel that’s justified. Of course, because of the length, I had to cut some scenes with the other characters like Jackie and Schneep, but don’t worry, we’ll see those scenes next time :) Hope you guys like this, because after this, Inverted only has a couple parts left. Wow.

Various other AU-related stuff found here

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Jameson gasped, heart pounding in his chest. One minute Anti had been lunging towards him, grabbing him, and the next, he was…somewhere else. He looked around, expecting—well, actually, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. This was…a dining room. The dining room of his old house, the one he’d lived in over ninety years ago. He was standing near the table, which was exactly the same as he remembered it. A white tablecloth covered the surface, with a brown ring on it from the time he’d absentmindedly set down his teacup without a saucer. He remembered that…the same way he remembered the tears in the wallpaper where the back of chairs had been pushed against the wall. It was all the same.

He cautiously patted his vest. Everything was there. His watch was in his pocket, and even the small knife he’d picked up at one of the weapons caches earlier was still on his person. Strange…he would’ve expected those to be taken. But that wasn’t important right now. He had to get a hold of the situation. So he quickly pulled out the knife, despite knowing that it wouldn’t really do that much damage, and set out to explore the area.

Weiterlesen

❝Good boy.❞ with Anti and JJ?

The mute had put up more resistance than Anti had anticipated. After everything he’d done to break him down subtly over the course of the year, he would have expected a mere snap of his fingers would put Jameson Jackson under his control. While he was surprised, he wasn’t particularly angry. His puppet had doubts sown into him from the start; no matter how much resistance he put up, those doubts would undermine them.

“Yo͠u̧ ͠d͘on'̨t b̀e͢l͟ong ͏w̡it̸h th̡e̷m̢.”

“Yo̡u ̀d̶ón͏'t҉ h͠av̴e a ̶vo҉i̡c͜e the҉y̶’ll e̢v͘er hea̶r.”

“Y͠o͜u̶wo͜ul͝d ńe͘ve̕r̢ be ab̢l̀e͢ ͜to ́t̢ell͏ ͢i̕f th̡ey̛ distr̡u̸st͡ed͟ ̷y̧o҉u͡.”

Hissing through his teeth Jameson tried to shake his head, but he was already paralyzed by the static flurrying over his skin. He spoke instead, agonized. “Lies! Th-They’re all lies! You’re a liar and a monster!”

“T̢h̡en͟ ͟w͜h͝y ̨a͞re̢ ́you̧ still ҉li͟s̢t͏ening?” 

At that, Jameson hesitated, his breathing falling shallow, and the Glitch giggled, clamping a hand onto the top of his head and squeezing, rivulets of static pouring from his skin down Jameson’s face. Soundlessly yelping, Jameson bucked helplessly against his hand as the corruption began soaking in, slithering into his wide eyes and flashing psychedelic, unnameable colors that blinded him to anything beyond. It felt as if his eyes were on fire, they were smoking, they were bleeding – 

“Bec͜au͘se͟,” Anti answered his own question as Jameson’s body gradually unwound and slumped sideways, “a ͝p͟upp͢e҉t ͟will͏ ̷a̛l̵way͢s ̧list̨e͘n̢ t́o ̸hi̢ş ̵maste̛r̢.” 

After allowing another moment to ensure that the static settled, he ran a meticulous hand through the puppet’s soft hair. Mouthing something too unintelligible for his speech slides, it closed its corrupted eyes and tilted its head, nuzzling into the touch with reverence. Anti’s grin changed then, a keen edge of dominance and sadism emerging.

He couldn’t wait to see the expressions of the other poor playthings, but he could have a lot of fun with this in the meantime.

“G҉͘oo̧d b̷ò́ý͡.”

Deep, for Marvin, Jameson, and Anti?

He didn’t want to be doing this. Every fiber of instinct in him was trying to fight, but the hands clasped around his wrists burned, weakening him, leeching more and more of his magic to put into the spell. “Stop…” Marvin choked out as Anti forced his hands back and forth. “Stop…!”

“Wh͏y ̨g̸o ͟to the e͞f͡f́o̴ŕt of ͏mák̶in̛g̢ ̷mý ͡o̡w̸ņ p͜u҉p̛pȩts…” Anti hissed, his breath hot in Marvin’s ear. “…wh̶ęn ̕yoưr ma͘g̕ic can͡ m̕ake ́t̵h͞e͘m for̨ ͜m͡e?” He tightened his grip, nails tearing into Marvin’s skin, drawing rivulets of blood and a pained whine from him. “Ta̕ke͏ ͞h̵im ͜deepe͢r͏.”

“N – No!” He tried to thrash, tried to extinguish the energy pouring out of him, but the static seeping into his skin was paralyzing. “F-Fight it, Jays!”

Slumping to his knees in front of them, Jameson remained fixated on the swirling lights in front of him, letting them envelop his senses. It was Marvin’s magic. Why would he fight it? He trusted Marvin’s magic…It would never hurt him…It felt…good…

Wire, PM JJ and Schneep? I've really begun to appreciate your version of a darker JJ recently, it's really cool.

“Now, my good sir, I need you to pay me a huge favor. You’d do anything for your Jamie, wouldn’t you?” he asked rhetorically, his smile brightening at Schneeplestein’s dazed nod. “Splendid! Open your hands.”

Slowly but without hesitation, the doctor obeyed, dimmed eyes flickering as Jameson laid a coil of thin wire across his palms. “What is this, master?”

“A test! I want you to wind that nice and tight around your throat, doc!” Ruffling his hair affectionately, he took a step back so he could better observe. “Let’s see if this works any better than it did for Antisepticeye.”

hypnosis with PuppetMistress Lydia and JJ (if your still taking prompts!)

“Everything else has slipped away,” she crooned as she twirled his watch back and forth. “There’s nothing in your mind except this watch and my voice. It’s easy to focus on me, isn’t it?” Gently she grazed the nails on her free hand over his cheek, chuckling at how his eyelids fluttered at the touch. “So easy. So easy to listen and relax and submit. Tell me you’re mine, baby.”

“I’m yours…” he echoed sleepily.

“That’s it. Good boy.”

Ooooh, could you do something with a merman Illinois luring someone out to see and drowning them? Like a siren?

His voice rolled with the waves, echoes carried on their course, as smooth, deep and silky as liquid gold, as clear as glass. He could already see the dazed wonder on the traveler’s face and the sway of their body to the song as they rowed their boat closer. Unrolling his rope of entwined seaweed and rigging, he tossed it out to them, chuckling as they took it up with eager hands – so very happy to be reeled in.

“You’ll be seein’ me in your dreams, even when your reality drowns…There’s a bright side to every wrong thing if you’re looking at me through the right eyes…Don’t be so shy, friend,” he urged with a dazzling smile. “Come closer. Don’t you want to share your adventure with me?” 

Follow me into the water…I’ll take you to the darker.

got any good hypno/ mind control content??? owo

“This is what you use for your…mesmerism?” Spindle commented, amusement twitching at his lips as he swung the pocket watch’s chain over one finger, letting his magic turn the hands. Jameson’s shining violet eyes fluttered as he followed its path, gently swaying on weak, wobbly legs, and his captor tsked in sympathy. “Rest assured, I find it rather sweet, darling – almost quaint. Would you like me to use your own timepiece on you, as a matter of principle? Hmm? Say ‘yes, please’ to me.” 

JJ’s head drooped in a sluggish nod, the weight of the command guiding it down. “Yes…please…”

“Good, good! I’m so glad you remember your manners.”

Would you mind to do “You’ll be mine soon enough” with Marvin and Anti?

Think – think of the others. Think of – of – 

“Th̷i̕s͞ ͢i͡s̛ ex͝actly̶ w̵h͢a̢t̴ ̨I lo̵ve ab͜ou͏ty̢ou,͘ m͜a̢g͢i͏c̕i̧a͞n,” Anti hissed as his hands tightened on the sides of Marvin’s head, hooked nails drawing pinpricks of blood from his scalp that were instantly swallowed by the static buzzing around his head. “Yo͘u̕r̛ res̵i̛l͞ien̢ce. Yo͝u͏r̶ d͠efia͜nc̵e͝.Every͟ ̶mom͠enţ ̧y̧o͢u s̢tr̛u̧gģl͜e̢ ͠i͘s ͞a mome͠͏n̴t̴͟͡ ̡̀t̀͢h́͞a͏͡t I g̵et̨ ̢͘to̕͞͠ ̴̨p͠unis̴̨h ͏y͢͡ou f̵̛ơ̕r!”

The low growl in Marvin’s throat rose to a short, wordless scream as the corruption drilled deeper, swirled thicker, its invasion stabbing at the back of his wide, bloodshot eyes and spilling messages into his mind.

N͝um̨̡b̧͝.͟ ̡͢W͘ȩaḱ͞͏e̢͡n̵̶͞e̴͡d. Sų͘b͠mit.̵͜ ͝ 

Śer̡va̛n̢t̨.̧ S̛͏͜ur̀r͢͞en̕d̶̸͜èr͏͠. P̧u͠͠p̶p͡et҉. 

Y͏o̴̢u͟'̨͝r͠͡e m̵͜i͝ne.

He couldn’t find the strength to look away as it stormed around his head in disorienting spirals, but more terrifying was the fact that the longer he stared into those emerging patterns, the less painful they became – the more he wanted to look at them.

“Liste̶n ca̵ŗęf̕ul͡ly̡ ̴no͠w̶…” Anti purred, his voice a thousand miles away, yet close and immediate, breath scalding against Marvin’s ears as he whispered into them. “T̵h̨i̴s̕ ̡i̷ş en͠t̴ir͠el̵yn̨at͡urál̀.”

Natural. Natural. This is entirely natural. 

If this was natural, why…why should he be resisting?

“T̨his̛ ̸i̸s whát y̧o͞u'̵ve ̢b͏ee͜n̶ ̴wa͘n̴t̨i̷ng.”

Wanting. Wanting. I’ve been wanting this.

All at once he was aware of every tingling, humming, burning sensation. It was pain, but…a good pain. Good pain? As he registered it, his senses became muddled in it, increasingly unsure of what was pain and what was pleasure.

“You̕'̷l͘l be̷ m̛i̵n̢e s̸óon̷ ̴en̨ough.Mỳ ̡p̕up̵p̸e̸t.”

Mine. His. Mine. His. Natural. Wanting. His. 

It was natural to be his puppet. He had always…wanted to be. Finally Marvin found that he had the ability to blink. He did so, just once, and as the static receded from his blurry vision to settle more deeply in his mind, Marvin could see his master grinning openly at him. 

In this foggy, staticky state, it felt good to realize that someone was pleased with him. Dazedly, he smiled back.

I’ve always adored the way you write hypnosis! Maybe...Anti hypnotizing Marvin to attack his brothers? Marvin’s the one who hates Anti the most so that’d be an interesting internal struggle.

The static was an ocean pouring through Marvin’s body, burning under his skin, razor-sharp behind his eyes and on his tongue. He was drowning, rational thought bobbing wildly on the surface for only a moment before another wave crashed down to swallow it. 

“S͘u̵b͝m͟i͡t̡͘…” Marvin’s head tossed back and forth like a wild horse as Anti grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled, the pain only blinding his senses further. “Y̡o͏ųr power is wor̀t҉hless. ́Yoųr̶ ̛r͝a̛g̴e͠ is͡ hel͝ples͏s. Yo͡u’re͠ fa̴r̷ too w̴eak to̵ d͘o ̡wha̴t̨ ̢nee̵d̡s to͘ b͏e̡ do̷ne!”

“I hate – I hate – ” Words were failing him. He was losing the struggle to breathe over the torrents. 

“Jac̕k͠ìeb̡oy ͠M̴an.” Anti could have laughed at the way his puppet froze, eyes wide with conflict and confusion. “You ͞h̀a̧te ͡Jack̷íeb́oỳ Ma͡n̡. You h͞a͝t͡e̕ Dr. ͘S̶chneep̧lest̡ei̵n. Ch҉asȩ ̡B҉ro̸dy̧. Ja҉mes͏o͜n ̴Jac͡ks͏on. Th͏e̵y͝ aban̷doned ̢yo̢u̵, le͏f̴t yoų ̷a̢s͜ ͝a ̢sac̢rificial lamb̶ for ̡m̧y͏ mer̨c̶y͠.” When Marvin shuddered, Anti pressed two talons hard against his temples, churning feedback into him until he was keening softly in pain. “They ͘b̴èt́r̴aye͜d y̛ou. The̕y̕ lèf̶t͡ yo̴u to ͏b͠e͞ ͜tan҉gl̡ed i͜n̶ my s͠t͢r͝ings…It's͝ onl̴y fa̶ir ̧that ͜yo̴u show t҉h͝e͡m w͞h̨at i̧t̴ wil̀l ̢co͝st.”

Maybe puppet!Marvin putting someone in and out of trance over and over until he can’t even come out of it properly anymore?

Everything he did was to serve his master well. 

For Master he watched impassively as Jameson’s fearful gaze melted into the colors and shapes, losing all spark but that which the spirals reflected in him. For Master he spoke empty words about calm, peace, gentle relaxation. For Master he whispered lies in Jameson’s ears, lies that were truths only to puppets. He brought him up out of trance, hoping for an empty mind – and when Jameson cried and begged, he dragged him down again. Again. Again. Again. Jameson was an apple bobbing in water; every time he resurfaced, the rot softened and withered him a little more.

It was what Master had once done to Marvin. Now that he looked back on it, he saw it as a blessing. As Jameson slumped and swayed, his glassy, colorless eyes barely managed to latch onto Marvin’s movements anymore. Marvin couldn’t help but wonder if he would even have the awareness to remember this.

Perhaps it was better if he didn’t. Master wanted a dumb, mindless puppet, after all…and if Jameson ever remembered he had done this to him, something buried deep in Marvin’s subconscious would never let him forgive himself.

'Accident' with Marv and anyone else. I think itd be cool if he accidentally hypnotized one of the others.

Marvin was repairing one of his new artifacts at the kitchen table, a beautiful piece painted in a sweeping range of colors. Jameson came to a stop at the sight of it, his eyes drawn to its iridescence. “Oh, that is lovely,” he praised, to which Marvin nodded earnestly in agreement.

“I know, right? Watch this.” Picking up one of the larger shards, he moved it into the light. It was pleasant to look at, casting vivid reflections and changing colors as Marvin turned it back and forth. It looked almost alive. Jameson felt his mind wandering as he stared, but he didn’t really feel the need to chase the thoughts down. Down…down…down…

The rational part of him knew what was happening. If he really wanted to, he could shake himself out of it but…it had been a busy morning. It felt so nice to relax.

“What do you think? You like it?”

“Yes. I like it very much,” he murmured dazedly. He did like it. He liked whatever Marvin said he liked. 

“Yeah, I think the others will too once it’s finished.” Setting the shard back down, Marvin glanced over at him, his smile faltering when he noticed the vacant expression on the other Ego’s face. “…JJ? Jameson?”

36 with PM?

“Poor little puppet...You’ve lost your way. In this world, it’s so hard for fools to think for themselves, isn’t it?” Puppetmaster crooned as he wound the pulsing strings around his plaything’s neck. “Why don’t you let Master do all of the thinking for you? My control is so much easier; it’s what you crave. I’ll fill every crevice in that empty head...You’ll be so much happier this way, don’t you think?” With one more tug, it was over. “Yes. You do.”

Can we get some hypnotism with Marvin and anti? Maybe Marvin trying to fight off some triggers anti left but then eventually falling- or regular hypnotism is good too!

Ti͏c͠k̴ ͡to͘ck. T͜ick͘ ҉tock. T͞i͟ck͘, ti̵c͡k̡,̕ ̷t̀i͡c͠k͏. Y̨ou̶ ̴c͘a͏n'́t s͢to͢p ̵i͠t͡,̧ ͠k͘i̢ttęn͝. It'̵s ́alw̷a̵ys th͜ere. I̛'vę be̵en ̡s͘o͡ p̢at̕i҉ȩnt, w͝aiting ̴f̕o͞r your gua̡r̛d҉ to ́sli͏p.

Kitten -- Slip -- Tick, tick, tick, ticking -- Reality felt like water streaming through Marvin’s fingers down a drain, his conscious thoughts swept away with it. The longer he swam against the current, the more the swirls of static around him felt like hundreds of needles on his skin. Resistance stung, defiance burned. Surrender would be so much easier! No͘ ̢more̡ fi̷ght͠i͠n͜g͡, n̛o͜ m͏or͘e p͢a͏i͢n͜.

With a ragged gasp, Kitten -- Marvin? -- dug his fingers into his tangled hair, trying to scratch away the static. It only seemed to carve it in deeper. Dee̸pe̵r, ͏d̡ęep͠er d̸o̸wn. The drain was looming larger, and the sweeping tide was... 

The tide was...so warm. Smooth, soothing as it spiraled past him. If he would only relax and follow it...

befuddled, swapped jackie and anyone you want

His hands were gentle against James’ temples, holding his head up and steady so they could keep their eyes locked. Janson’s chest tightened at the fatigue and sadness staring back at him, now hazing over with a thin layer of static. 

“Kee͘p your ̴e̛yes ̴on m͝e,” he instructed softly. “W͠a͠t͢c̢h the ͠s͜tatic̢ sh͠ift…It’s ͜s͜o͝ot̀h͜in͠g to ̴watch, ̕isn’t it? Let yo͏urs̵elf ̷sl̶ip d͡eep̡er a̢nd d͏èe͜pe͞r̴ i̧nto cal͝m and peace. Si͜ņk̵ ̴d̨ow̨n. Let y͜our̡ ̵stressful thoųgh̸ts haz͠e ͢ove̛r͡…You don’t need them right now.” He waited a beat, watching the younger Ego’s eyes fall half-closed, and then questioned, “W̴h̨at w̢as ̧u̧p̕s̛e̛ţtin͢g̡ you, James?”

He blinked sluggishly, lips barely moving as he mumbled. “Dunno…Can’t ’member right now…S’all fuzzy.”

Relief tingled down Janson’s spine at the words. “Good. Go̵ǫd̨. Those thoughts wi͡l͠l s͢ţa̷y̛ ͡fa̴r, fa͏r͝ àwa͝y̕ ̀u͘n̛til you’ve had a nice, ŗefr̢e͠sḩi̧n͠ǵ ̴nap. Let'̢s̵ ̴foc͡u̶s o͏n ̧tha̛t.”

"Alluring" with Marvin?

“Keep your eyes on the crystal,” Marvin cooed with an soothing smile as he twirled the chain gently between his fingers. “Watch how it reflects the candlelight. Back and forth...It invites you to reflect too. Let it carry the weight of your thoughts. Let it ease your mind, take all of your stresses away.”

Pull, JJ and Anti.

The white noise swirling through his mind punctured his free thoughts, riddling them with…dizziness, confusion. The only thing he could feel clearly was the tingly sensation of magnets, luring him forward into waiting arms that he couldn’t quite distinguish.

"You don't want me to look at you-well why don't you look at me?" With Anti and JJ?

He wouldn’t break, Jameson promised himself fiercely. He wouldn’t bow to the twisted whims of that monster. He was nothing more than a sadistic madcap. JJ had a family – brothers and a father to protect. Even if he couldn’t fight on the offensive, even if resistance was all he could offer, he would give it everything he had. He had to be strong for them.

“Don’t even look at me, monster! Let me go this instant!” he hollered, scratching at Anti’s fisted hands in a futile attempt to tear them off of him. He didn’t even draw blood; all that surfaced were particles of static, breaking off and then magnetizing back to his skin. 

“Ooh͝, ̛I͘ l͜i̶k͝e͝ ͢t͠h͟a̡t̨fr͢ésh de̕fi͜a͞nce, J̵a̷ck͜s҉o͜n!” the demon hissed, steering him into the nearby wall with a thud that briefly ended Jameson’s struggle as it knocked the wind out of him. “If ̴y͏o̴u don̡'̛t҉ ͏w͢an̷t̕ m͘e ͜to loo͘k̷ a̢t́ y͜o̴u̢,̢ w̸h́ý don͏’t yo̵u l̴òok át me͘?” Jameson’s breath hitched as he gasped for it and Antisepticeye chuckled mockingly. “Will th́e p̢ưpp͘e̶t̨ da͜r̷e to m͡eet̛ ͜h҉is m̢as̢ţer’s e͟y͢es,jusţ ͏to prov҉e that̵ h̶e ̶ca҉n?Do ̨y̧o͜u ̴reall̵y͜ ͡t͞hink҉ ̀y͘ou'̡re̢ s̷t҉rong ȩn̛o̴ugh?”

“I – !” I am, Jameson intended to say. With my family behind me, I am. As soon as he lifted his head, however, his speech slide faltered. Antisepticeye’s eyes were nothing but black, soulless pits, penetrating him with the same intensity as the static buzzing around them. They were blacker than black, deeper than that. As if by instinct, Jameson stared more deeply into them. The longer he did, the more he couldn’t help but think – he’d never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them. In a cruel way, they were almost beautiful. He couldn’t look away, not if he wanted to prove himself. He couldn’t look away…He didn’t want to.

Jealous- Anti to JJ

“I͞t́'̡s ͘to͏r̶t̸ure, ̶isn'͠t̷ ͡it̨?” he mused wryly, swiping a claw across Jameson’s neck before he could flinch back. “H͏avìn̸g su͠c҉h ̸à longiņǵ t͡ha͞t i͜t ̨bec̴o̶mes ͜a̕ d͏ìse͠ase͝…You ͞ẃant͡ a v̴oice, ͞ỳo̵u̵ want ̶the po҉w̧er it ̢ho̢lds –͜ ̛y͟ou w͡a̸n̸t ͢w̵ha̢t the ͝o̶ther͡s hąve gotten ҉so ea͘si͝ly. T̶hey̢ do҉n'̶t͢ ̵u̢ndersta͏nd͠ ͢y͏o̵u. T͡hey don͜’t ̨un͢d̛erst̀ańd̵ y͝o͜u҉r̀ ͘c͠r͝áv̕in̕g̴s. W͠e̢ļl̕,͠ Jacks͏o̸n̛…I d̶o.̧”

“You – Y-You could never understand,” Jameson stammered, wrapping his arms around himself defensively as the demon giggled.

“You͝'͢re͝ ̨je̵al͠ou҉s̀. Th̀e̕ ͝tr̸uth i̶s̀ p̷a͢i͜nf̢ul̀,͠ but jea̵l̨o̵us͡y̛ ͠iş ҉no͞t҉h̴in͢g̛ ͠bu͘t͜ hatre͡d that'͟s͞ l͢e͏ec̕he͏d̸ out̸ of̴ ̛ìnsȩcur͟ity! Yǫư.͘.͜.h͢ate.͞.̀.͢t͘h̛e͠m.”

“No! No, no, I could never – !”

“Yo͡u͡ ̕hate t̴h̛em ̛for ͟eve͢ry̡t͝h͜i͏n͏g ̕th̢e̴y͡ h͜a͝ve ̡t̵ha̸t you c͝a̶n’t. Yo͏u͢ hate̵ ͏th̶em ̶fo̡r̶ e͢very҉thin̨g̸ ͏t̵h̨ey̴ c̶an ̶do that ͢you̴ ça͏n'̴t. Y̷ou͘ ͞ḩa͞te ҉t͡h̸em f҉o̡r ͠e̵very ̢way the̛y ͏ignore what y͠o̴u ̛w̡ąn͟t͠, wh͏at y̧o͜u ̨need! I̷s̛n'͡t th̀at̀ ̨ri̷ght?!” he hissed, eyes flashing wild static and lights as he loomed over him, clamping a hand around his throat in a vice grip and pulling him off his feet with a strangled gasp. “Do͠e̴śn't͜ ͘it b̴u̡rn, k͠nowing͠ ̕ho̧w p͜owe͘rl҉e҉ss͢ ͟y̢o̧u ͏are?͏”

It burned. His throat burned, his lungs burned, his eyes burned as he tried to tear them away from those searingly bright flashing lights – and failed. There was so much hatred in them; the longer he stared, the more clearly he could see his own reflection flickering, lurking in its midst.

18 JJ

Mind Control

“Jameson,” Chase implored,his voice strangled by pain, trembling as he backed farther into the corner andheld his hands up placatingly. “Please…Please, I know you don’t want to dothis! You’re not this, you’re not—You don’t belong to him!”

The other Ego’s mouthwas moving, but Jameson didn’t hear a word he said. Under any othercircumstances he would have easily read his lips, but his view distorted by therhythmic, pulsing light in his peripheral vision and his mind could barely processanything beyond his immediate thoughts. No, not his thoughts—they weren’t hisown. On a subconscious level he knew that, but they never stopped, raining downon top of him like a pile of falling leaves. The larger the pile grew, the morehe believed them.

“Th͘is̷ is ̵al̴l y͢ou̢ wa͝nt. You areno҉thin̶g̶ b͜ut ͢m͘y ͠p̴u͞p̶pe̡t; that’s al͢l you ȩve̶r ͜w̢ant̴ed͡ t̨o ̷b҉ȩ.”

He barely rememberedwhat had come before. There were stripes of bruising on his wrists and ankles,as if he had been restrained, but why would he ever need to be? His master sethim free.

“Yo͝ur ȩve͞r̷y ̶t̢hought ͜belongs ͢to m͡e̴. Everych̡oi̷çe͟ ͟you͜ ̡make b̷elong͜s to m͜e. E̢v̶e̵ŗy̡ ͢impu̕lse, e͜v̴ȩr̡y ͝e̢motion,is formed to ҉ple͝ase ͟me̡. Yoù ͝b̛òw ̨t͢o a̴l̴l͡ of my w͘h̢i̛ms.”

His master’s glory had beenblinding, so vivid and so beautiful that he couldn’t stand to look away. Thelonger he stared longingly after it, the closer it came. It felt like aneternity had passed, sapping his strength and will, but he had persisted. Hewas so tantalizingly close—

His kind master hadmercy on him. With one word, the Glitch had let it envelop him, drowning Jamesonin a hurricane of static. It was hot, almost painful—like scalding bathwaterpoured over him in one long rush, but it had left everything in him tinglingwith relaxed, steamy, stimulating bliss. He hadbowed to him, inclining his head, and the clawed hand that slid through hishair felt like it belonged there.

He could still feelthat hand there now, unseen, petting him approvingly as he adjusted his grip onthe gun in his hands.

“Véry, ver͢y̧ ̵goo͞d͠, little p͟u͜p̷pe̷t…This̨ ͜ise̕x͡a̡ct̕ly̢ ̢wha̷t ͝I al͝waỳs w̡an͡t͘ęd ͜fo̢r̢ y̡o͟u! E͞ve̢r̛yt̀hi͜n̵g̶ youdo f̀or̛ me̷ ̢mak̴e͞s̵ ͜you f͢eel ͢g̨o̡od, d̷oes͝n'̕t ̡it̡?”

“It does…yes…”he slurred in return, unable to suppress a contented smile as he tilted hishead back against his master’s fingers. “EverythingI do, I do for you…”

“What?” Chase whisperedhoarsely, surging forward half a step and then flinching back just as quicklyas the younger Ego centered the gun at his chest. “No—no, whatever he’s tellingyou, it’s not true! Jameson! Can’t you—Don’t you recognize me?!”

“W̢el͜l, ͡t҉hen! Al̷l you ne̕ed͞ t͝ǫ ̷do ͝fo͞r meno̴w̢ is p̛u͢l͞l͜ t̀ha͏t ̢tr̴i͢gger…Pu͡ll t̴hat ͜t̢r̵iggęr an͜d I’ll b́ev̷e͠ry ̛plea̛se̕d wi̷t̨h͝ ͜y̷ou. You̢'͝ll͞ b̴e a̸ll̢ m̧i͠ne…m͡y̵ J͠ęm̵.”

"Why are you resisting?" Anti please!

Green – red – white – black – The world around him had been swallowed up in those clashing, blinding colors. Jameson’s eyes and ears were pounding, stirring hot sparks of pain as he shook his head against the intrusion, but it felt as if the more he fought it, the harder it became to form his own thoughts. Worse, the monster was turning them against him, whispering them back in the static as his words.

Not…a puppet!

“A pu̡p̨̧p̵̵̶e̵͟͜t…A pup̡̕͡ṕ̸͞ȩt…”

Leave me…alone…

“A͡l͜o͏͘n̡͡e…A͜͢lwa̸̵ỳs͜ ̶̧͡a̡lơņ̵e…”

With every passing moment he could feel his body falling number and limper in Anti’s grasp, knees buckling. With mocking gentleness Anti lowered him down, letting him kneel. Using what little strength he had left, Jameson shook his heavy head once more, slurring something too garbled and pained for his speech slides to catch. Green, red, white, black –

“Why͜ aŕ̀e͘ ̨ỳơu̶̶ r̛es͟i̧͜͠s̨̀t͏͏͢i̵̕n͡g͠? T͠͡he p̴á͠i̧n͢ ̴oņ̀͡l͘͟y la̛şt̸͢͡s͞ ̡͡a͜s̢ lon̴̢g͝ ą̵͘ş̢ yo̵u ̷f͠i̡g͠h̴͘t ̷i̸̡t̷̀, b͞҉͠oy.” 

With the faintest of strokes to Jameson’s cheek, the static changed, drawing a faint gasp. It smoothed and quickened within him, pouring to the tips of his toes and filling him to the crown of his head. At the very edge of his mind, however, there was a gap, a gap that hurt – the last resistance. It hammered between his eyes, aching, screaming. He stood on a precipice with a wave of static frozen over him. Green, red, white, black –

The wave…It would feel so good, it would soothe that last pain.

Green – red – white – black.

W̶e̴à͠k̀͜ – b͜͏l͢e̸̶̕e͏ḑ – f̡̡́ơ͘r͢ge̴̛t – s͜le̴e̡p.

The wave crashed and he drowned in it.

Are you up for writing rn? Could I see Chase comfort JJ after a nightmare? I'm having a rough night, I could use some boys 💔

“Do you want to talk about it?” Chase ventured as Jameson clutched the fabric of his nightshirt and blinked away the last vestiges of sleep.

“It...” He floundered, helplessly throwing his free hand. “Antisepticeye. What more can I possibly say? How long is he going to hold this power over me? How long am I going to be...plagued with his presence?”

“I -- I don’t know, Jem, but it’s us against him. We’re right here with you, we’re stronger together. And...you have your God with you too, don’t you? Every minute of every day? Isn’t that what you believe?”

“...Yes. Always.” With a slow exhale, the shudder in his shoulders eased. “That madcap holds no power to ever change that.”