I’ve Always Adored The Way You Write Hypnosis! Maybe...Anti Hypnotizing Marvin To Attack His Brothers?

just a quick question, do you do requests and if you do, can you draw a fusion of Jameson Jackson and darkiplier?

Here you go I present to you Dark and Jamie fusion xD (yes it took me waaaaay too long xD around 9-10h) Now this lovely chap needs a name~ [Dark hates me for the dance x'D] [[Edit: I forgot to say that it was heavily inspired by RubberRoss’ Gartic Phone Videos

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Okay so I can’t get this scene out of my head of Schneeplestein giving Jameson a check up to finally find out why his voice doesn’t work, Schneep asking all these questions and JJ having to practically play charades because Schneep doesn’t know BSL. For example, Schneep is asking JJ if he thinks he was just created without a voice and JJ starts to sign, but Schneep interrupts him, “JJ, you know I can’t sign,” and JJ heaves a sigh of frustration and starts to mime answers to Schneep’s questions. Schneep asks if JJ wants to write down his responses, but JJ shakes his head, he thinks this is more entertaining. The whole scene is just Schneep and JJ’s check up shenanigans, and a fun bonding time for the two. <3

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After a while, Schneep started to narrow down the specifics of his questions.

“Does you voice feel hoarse vhen you try to use it?”

JJ eventually got across that he’s never tried to use it.

Schneep marked something on his clipboard. “Can you try for me?”

JJ shook his head.

Puzzled, Schneep asked, “Vhy not?”

JJ took a shaky breath and pointed to his Adam’s apple. Or, at least where it should be.

Schneeplestein narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer to JJ’s throat to get a better view, and sure enough, there was almost no bump where the top of his voice box should protrude. Schneep set down his clipboard and pressed against the spot of the mute ego’s missing Adam’s apple, JJ immediately recoiled and placed a protective hand against his neck. He gazed up at the doctor with furrowed brows and a pained expression, guilt shining in his eyes.

Schneep didn’t need Jameson to do anything for him to understand what happened.

“How long have you known about this?”

JJ averted his gaze, but the flush coloring his cheeks told Schneep all he needed to know.

“I see. Vell, vhy didn’t you vant to tell me about this?”

JJ, poised in his typical impeccable posture, tensed his shoulders and glanced at the clipboard. Schneep, seeing this, gave the clipboard and a pen to JJ.

The mute ego takes the pen and writes his answer in a flowing, beautifully styled cursive.

Before I even knew my name, I knew him. He was the only thing I knew. He was my world. His laugh sent ice down my spine, his voice clawed at my ears, his smile raked across my eyes. He carved into me like I was a pumpkin on Halloween. I can still hear my screams echoing in my head, sometimes I doubt those screams were ever mine. It lasted for an eternity, my God, Hendrik, it lasted forever. But eventually I stopped screaming, I stopped making noise, yet the pain never ceased. I didn’t notice at first, maybe he grew bored of my incessant noise, but he shredded my vocal cords into ribbons and cut my voice box out of my throat. How he was able to take my voice, but not my breath is horrific, but once he did this, he was gone. Then I was gone. Placed in another reality. This reality. That is why I didn’t want to tell you about this. My good friend, I didn’t want you to worry about me more than you already do. It’s done, it can’t be reversed. All my wounds have healed, except this one. There is nothing a good doctor such as yourself can do to make this right. You can’t fix me. I’m happy here, with you and the others. Please, just let me be.

Halfway through writing his note, JJ’s eyes started tearing up and his hand began trembling, nonetheless he finished it and returned the clipboard to Schneeplestein.

As soon as the clipboard left JJ’s hand, he stood up and darted out of the doctor’s office. Schneep, sensing he needed to be left alone, let JJ leave without a word.

The doctor picked up JJ’s note, and as he read deeper into it, anguish crept onto his face.

How had Jameson kept this to himself all this time?

Schneeplestein walked over to the door and peered outside where he saw JJ slumped against the far wall, he could hear a faint noise coming from his direction. Schneep, curious as to what the noise could be, stepped out of his office and started towards JJ. As he grew closer to him, he saw that the soft noise was JJ. He was crying. It was probably the loudest sound JJ had even made in a long time. Quiet, quivering gasps of breath, and trembling shoulders. Upon seeing this, Schneep rushed over to JJ’s side and sat down next to him. JJ didn’t seem to notice. The doctor had never been one to comfort others. That job was always taken by Jack, or Marvin, or JJ. Yet Schneep placed a tender arm around JJ, determined to help him feel better. Though the mute ego’s shoulders relaxed, he was quietly sobbing even harder than before. Schneep opened his mouth to speak.

“Vere you ever going to tell us about this?”

JJ quickly shook his head no and buried his face in his hands. The doctor gave a heartbroken sigh.

“I’m here to support you, okay, JJ?”

Jameson lifted his gaze to meet Schneeplestein’s.

“Ve all are.”

Without warning, JJ wrapped his arms around Schneep in a tight hug. Schneep tensed, not used to being touched, much less hugged. Wanting to console JJ as much as he could, he gingerly returned the gesture.

JJ parted first. His sobbing had gone down considerably to a silent sniffle.

He smiled at Schneeplestein and mouthed two words.

Thank you.

Schneep drew a short breath and gave a small smile back, “Let’s get you home.”

Here is the full thing.

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. 

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. 

Woah... So many options but how about JJ and aahhh... I can't decide! Okay, JJ in God AU 😊

JJ x Gods AU // Request #16

JJ The God of Time - How else could I portray our boi than the time-bending god! He’s a relatively calm god that likes to watch people, but instead of walking among them like Wilford, he prefers to stay out of sight. He enjoys watching people grow and improve.

Commissions OPEN | Art/Idea© LAN (Do NOT use without permission)

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.

“Step right up little boys and girls, become a member of Jameson Jackson’s live audience!”