"You Don't Want Me To Look At You-well Why Don't You Look At Me?" With Anti And JJ?

Jameson sat up, feeling more than just exhausted. Soreness had spread everywhere, and he could no longer stand. The cold metal chains were latched onto his wrists, and he cried out in pain before falling face first into a bucket of water. Struggling to breathe, the way he was bent made it impossible for him to pull his head out of the bucket. The chains held him back, and he was stuck to the floor.

The echo of footsteps slowly approached him. Anti yanked Jameson's head out of the water pulling him by his hair. When he let go, and Jameson could stand he stood closer to Jameson. "Here. Drink this." Anti pressed a mug of coffee close to Jameson's face. "please, no more." Jameson begged, shaking. "But you love coffee. It doesn't matter if you haven't slept in 2 days, this is your last cup. I'm not going to give you anymore after this, puppet." he answered calmly.

"Shhh..." Anti shushed him before opening up Jameson's Jaw with his hands. He held it open and poured the rest of the steaming coffee into his throat. Jameson coughed hoarsely, his voice damaged from dehydration and heat.

"Now that's better, isnt it?" Anti asked softly. Jameson shook his head. Anti pulled his knife from his pocket and held it close to Jameson's eyes. "Say "Yes." "Agree with me, puppet." he growled. "yes master." Jameson stuttered. Anti moved away. "Just a few more hours, and I'll let you go." Anti promised. "really?" Jameson whimpered. Anti raked his claws across Jameson's back. "Did you really believe that I would set you free so easily?" he taunted. "No..." Jameson squeaked. Anti's knife swung into Jameson's right leg. Anti pulled it out slowly before cleaning off the blade.

"Good, because I'm not done with you yet, puppet." he hissed. Jameson twitched nervously. He said nothing.

Anti smiled, his eyes blacking out. "Have you ever stared into space? Doesn't it just pull you in until you no longer feel like you're real?" He leaned in closer. "Doesn't it hurt to not feel real, to be alone?" his claws reached to touch Jameson's face, and he tapped them lightly. Jameson stared into his coal black eyes and started to shake, sobbing into Anti's shoulder. "I always knew I wasn't real, that none of this was real, there was no possible way this could be happening. Everything is so foggy, it's just shapes. And your eyes...It just says it all. That I'm nothing. I don't exist do I?" Jameson moved away, tears soaking his clothes.

Anti's eyes began to swirl with bits of green contrasting against the emptiness. "There is a hole in my heart that cannot be filled. There is a rage inside I can't quite contain. But then there's you, your suffering fills my needs..." Anti picks up his knife again and slashes it across's Jameson's stomach. "I don't care who you are, I feel nothing towards you." He yelled, repeatedly slicing over the wound. Blood splashed into the air, and dripped down Jameson's leg forming large puddles. "You figure out for yourself who you are, where you think you are. You're in my hell now, and I make all the rules." he scoffed, before moving away. He paced the room, continuing his speech. "I often wonder how you're still alive, but then I remember I'm keeping you alive. Marvin can't find you, Jackie can't save you, chase isn't here, schneep is working, robbie is sleeping. I rule over all, I can travel wherever I please. I have everything I want, but I still need more. What better way, then to keep someone here, locked away forever? Someone I can talk to, who listens without a choice. Someone, that squeaks and whimpers but follows orders." 

"It's so obvious now..." Anti cackled. "I don't need anyone. Not even you." he pointed his knife at Jameson's throat. "I should've done this a long time ago." he pressed the blade closer into Jameson's skin. Anti glitched, growing taller than before. His whole body flickered, as he faded turning into a giant inky shadow. His bright eyes blinked back. Large tendrils of shadow crept along the walls, filling the room. Jameson struggled against the chains pleading. "It doesn't have to be this way! Please, stop! I'll give you whatever you want, just don't hurt them!"

"How disappointing...I always liked a begger...But now, I am my own king. This is my world." his laughter roared, rocking the entire room. Bits of ceiling crumpled. Tile cracked open. Even the blood on the ground started to move like jelly. The tendrils reached Jameson, holding him in place as Anti flew closer. "Say goodbye." he hissed. Jameson's unconscious body fell to the floor and his limbs convulsed wildly before becoming still. A few minutes later something strange happened. Jameson stood up, his eyes glowing green. He smiled an unusual grin. He walked over to a table with Schneep's stolen medical gun and injected it into his arm. He held a knife by his side before leaving the room. The bleeding stopped, and the wounds began to heal.

Chapter Four Masterlist

Book Four ran from August 15, 2020 to January 16, 2021.

The number of posts included was 1,034. Including asks, this equaled a total word count of 206,420. Combining the other chapters gives MBC a total word count of 615,727 words at the time of finishing Chapter Four.

Chapter Four title was: the Witch’s Promise

This chapter has been broken into multiple sections and consolidated into fic format. To read, see the section links below. Or, find the Chapter One masterlist here, the Chapter Two masterlist here, and the Chapter Three masterlist here.

Intro

Part One: Reversal

Part Two: In the Silence Between

Part Three: the Shadow in the Forest

Part Four: Dark's Memory

Part Five: Haloperidol

Part Six: Grantaire

Part Seven: Aftermath

Part Eight: the Invasion

Part Nine: the Locked Room

Part Ten: the Houses in the Woods

Part Eleven: Soul-Shifter

Part Twelve: Jack's Protagonist

Part Thirteen: Chase

Part Fourteen: Gone

Thank you, as always, for writing this story with me.

The Celestials Collaboration!

One week ago, I asked for six other artists to join me in a very ambitious collab on Instagram! This is the final result!

It features each of the Jacksepticeye egos as a celestial being!

From top to bottom:

JJ as time itself by @jayofmemory

Jackie as the sun by @cozune

Henrik as the moon by @chocolatetweetl-01

Chase as the earth by me, @leobashi

Jack as the fallen angel by @hawkiemuffin

Anti as the demon by @_liinhyet_ (idk if they have a tumblr)

And Marvin as the stars by @madeline.secules (also don’t know, but check out their instas anyway)

Please go check them all out! They are amazing artists! This project wouldn’t have been possible without them and I am insanely grateful for what they contributed!

Origin Story

A JSE Fanfic

SepticHeroes AU: Part 1

The superhero AU is here! I know “SepticHeroes” probably isn’t the most creative name, but I don’t care, I’m just really excited for this ^w^  Jackie is a superhero known as Windstorm, living in and protecting the city of Daindover. His ultimate goal? To join the League of Heroes, the top organization for superheroes worldwide. Aaaand also to make a good impression on his roommate, Chase. I’ve been sitting on it for months, and I’m FINALLY writing something for it! Whoo! Join me on this super adventure! :D

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Jackie could never get tired of this view.

The cityscape did look better at night, when the lights of the windows and neon signs let off a stunning glow. But even now, in the daytime, there was just something magical about it. Who could have ever thought buildings could be this tall? Maybe he’ll get used to it, eventually. But that day seemed a long way away.

He was pretty sure he was the only one who could see this current view. After all, it wasn’t easy to get up here. Not to mention the obvious dangers of sitting on a tiny ledge by the needle at the top of a skyscraper. But Jackie had an advantage. He never had to worry about heights.

The same could not be said for his radio, though.

A voice came over the speaker: “—hase in progress. Repeat, car chase in progress. Suspects are in two unmarked gray vans, fleeing from an armed robbery at the First Bank of Daindover. Suspected super activity—”

“Oh shit!” Jackie quickly sat up straight, unfolding his legs. In the process, he accidentally kicked the radio, and it went flying into thin air. “No!”

Jackie lunged forward, shoving himself off the small ledge he was sitting on. He fell quickly, quicker than should have been normal, and grabbed the radio. That didn’t change the fact that he was hurtling to the ground, fifty stories below. Instinctively, Jackie flipped over, now falling feet-first. As he did so, the air pushed back at him, and his fall slowed…and stopped. Now he was hovering in midair. The sensation was somewhat similar to treading water, if the water wasn’t quite as heavy. Unusual. For anyone else. But Jackie was familiar with this. After all, he was a superhero.

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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

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...

The Calm and the Storm

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Nine

A JSE Fanfic

Finally, we reach the action! Henrik, Chase, and the others are here to rescue Marvin! Will everything go smoothly? Either way, I’m excited to show you guys :D I’ve been planning this for a while now, and it’s nice to finally have another actiony part in this AU. And, yeah, I have nothing else to say. Short author’s note. Hope you guys enjoy ^-^

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Chase woke up to someone shaking him. He rolled over, and looked up to see Henrik. “Hhrm?”

“Ah, sorry to wake you,” Henrik said apologetically. “But we are about to start planning. I thought you would want to join.”

“Oh. Right.” Chase sat up, and looked around. It didn’t really feel like any time had passed since he’d laid down to take a nap. And it didn’t look like it had, either, since the windows to the inn room were thick, blocking out all light when they were drawn. “Of course.”

“Great. We are meeting in the other room. Follow me.”

They were planning in another inn room, which was rather small with about fifteen people crowded into it. By the time Henrik and Chase arrived, all available sitting areas had been taken, including on top of the beds. Chase closed the door behind him as they entered, and awkwardly leaned against the nearby wall.

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Some more DarkPuppet, my beloveds

🔨 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.͞”

Ego University AU

AU where Mark and Seán are both engineering professors at Ego University.

Mark specializes in machine engineering.

Seán focuses on sound engineering.

The Egos are their students.

(Let the chaos ensue!)